#Skin-Friendly Holi Colors

[shaadiwish]

As the festival of colors approaches, there’s a growing concern about how the market is filled with synthetic colors used during Holi celebrations.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Hi! Can I request Luka (Honkai Star Rail) x bottom male reader smut?

I just want to get pounded by that twunk boxer.

Luka - “Biggest Fan”

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Hey @thezboss, I'm all done with your ask! I tried my best to deliver what you asked for, but please keep in mind that this is my first time writing smut as well as writing Luka with the fact that I've never played ‘HSR’ on top of that. I’m relying solely on the wiki for this one; so it probably won't be all that great. Sorry in advance. This post was written in second-person and the lyrics quoted in this one are from the song “Paparazzi” by Lady Gaga.

Warnings → Reader's Gender isn't Mentioned in Specifics, But They're Called ‘Baby Boy’, This is Based in a More Modern Setting, Porn With a More Soft Plot (?), Semi-Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Mentioned Multiple Rounds, Dumbification, Overstimulation, Getting Caught and Mentions of Already Being Caught Multiple Times, Being Banned From Malls

Word Count: 1,164 words

                                                                                                   

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❝𝕴'𝖒 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕭𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖓; 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝕱𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖀𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝕸𝖊-- 𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆-𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖟𝖎~ 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝕹𝖔 𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗-- 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝕭𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆-𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖟𝖎~!❞

. . .

It's not every day that you meet your idol in a public place. Well– meet isn't exactly the right word for it, bump into would fit much better in this case. And in such a case as this, it was literal.

“Oomph–!” ��

You squeaked as your face hit a very sturdy and –dare you say it– deliciously muscular chest; a blur of pale gray and black clouds your vision as you accidentally dropped your bags from the impact.

A startled ‘Oh’ tickles your ears and causes you to look up from the mixed colors that swirled in your gaze; being met with the sight of someone wearing a baseball cap and face mask—. Wait a moment–! Is that who you think it is!? Holy fuck, it is! It's really him! Thee Luka; winner of the Belobog Boxing Championship!! 

You were practically vibrating in place; Luka, your idol and celebrity crush, was standing right before you! Never before have you been so close to him; you can even see the stitching of his ripped tank top from this distance. And you touched him–! With your face!! Your face was on his body!!!

“Ah– Wait a minute– I recognize you; you're always in the front row at my matches. You cheer the loudest.”  

The red-headed boxer chirps with enthusiasm as he extends his hand out and gives you a friendly ‘pat’ on the shoulder that causes you to lose your balance just slightly.

However, he was quick to steady you with the same hand and shot you a look of concern. The feeling of his thumb gently caressing the bare skin of your shoulder breaks you from your inner fanboying as you notice him looking deeply into your eyes. A fierce warmth takes over your face as you realize that you haven't said anything at all.

“I‐I'm– Yes! I mean– Y‐you– You're Luka!”  

You barely managed to squeak out before his large hand closed around your mouth and he frantically looked around in panic.

The raspberry-haired man chuckles softly –almost nervously– as he turns his gaze back to you and away from its previous place over his shoulder. His calloused hand still tightly clamped over your mouth; pressing your back into a nearby wall that was shadowed by the open floor balcony walkway of the second floor. Your body can only warm as your hands that rested against his sturdy chest out of reflex subtly feel the taller man up almost reflexively. Your fingers run between the seams between his pectoral and abdominals, they're deep and enchanting, and his torso is lined with plateaus of muscle.

“You like ‘em?”  

Luka almost groans out; he seems to have moved to almost cage you beneath him. Resting his forearms on the wall above your head, shading you from the mall's overhead fluorescent lights as he gazed at you with dark hooded eyes.

Your eyes shyly climb from his abdomen to his chest, then his neck, jaw, lips, and nose until they finally stop at his own blistering hot azure eyes. The boxer almost looked like a feral animal that was preparing itself to pounce. Pounce on you. Holy shit– your idol is looking at you like he wants to eat you, but, of course, you can't bring yourself to dislike it at all. I mean, who would? Somehow though, being lusted after by the man you practically dedicated a whole room in your house to made you feel a lot more confident.

“Mh– yeah, I like ‘em. Wanna feel ‘em without all this in the way; can I?”  

The whisper leaves your lips before you can even process that you're still in the mall, in public,  surrounded by strangers as you tug at his shirt with one hand and curl the fingers of the other around the belt that held his pants up. 

 Maybe that was how you ended up here– face pressed up against the bathroom stall as you're taken from behind.

 Then again, you can't remember too much anymore, only the sound of Luka's sexy groans and the feeling of his cock stirring your guts around with no rest in sight. You can't even remember when you started or how long you've been at it as your brain was practically soup at this point. Your stiff legs shook with overexertion; trembling and buckling under your body weight with each harsh thrust from behind you.

The sound of slurred whines bounced around in the echoey public restroom; you swear you can't even recognize that it's your voice until the boxer chuckles and makes a comment about it.

“Fu–uck, you're so cute, baby boy. Keep makin’ those sweet little sounds for me.”  

The raspberry-haired man groaned through gritted teeth; picking up the pace yet again and abusing your already ruined, puffy hole.

Amongst your sweet mewls and the boxer's pleasure groans, the faint sound of footsteps enters the bathroom and then abruptly pauses. The intruder stands rigid with shock as they hear the sloppy sounds of fornication and see the two pairs of feet and a small puddle of creamy liquid under the partition of the fourth stall. With a quiet ‘Oh my God’ they quickly leave with a boner straining in their pants and are met with a knowing glance from a few other mall shoppers outside the bathroom.

A broken moan rips from your throat as Luka takes a good handful of your hair and uses it as leverage to deliver more monstrous thrusts. The crisp sound of the skin of his hips ramming against the flesh of your ass steeped in the room; so loud that it could be heard from outside if someone was close enough. So deep, so rough, so hot; you felt like you were dying.

“No-oo mor-r-r-re!”  

Your lips trembled as you begged pathetically; tears poured from your eyes that were squeezed shut from the sheer ferocity of the man behind you. 

It was too much, it was just too much. This man is an animal! Did he expect you to be able to just walk home after this? To be able to stand? To even be coherent? One of your heavy arms limply hangs at your side, jolting and swaying with your body as you try to will it to reach for the locked stall door to no avail. There's no way this beast would let you go, he's still not satisfied.

“Oh, no baby, there's no stopping yet. Hah. You're my biggest fan, remember? I gotta give you the best of the best –ngh– as thanks for all of your support.”  

Luka grins against your nape; uncaring that the two of you will certainly be banned from this mall after all those people report you to security. 

It's fine, though; you both can just pick up where you left off at a hotel. But, for now, he has to give his biggest fan the most memorable meeting that he can, and luckily, he's nowhere near tired yet.

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❝𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝕭𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖉-- 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝖂𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝖀𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞 𝕴𝖘 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊~ 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖑𝖑 𝕭𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘-- 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕯𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖀𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝕸𝖊-- 𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆-𝕻𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖟𝖎~!❞

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full hc request: mc and m6 celebrating holi ?

(i am friendless this holi and i will cry over it)

-🫧 anon

The Arcana HCs: Celebrating Holi

~ most of this is based off of childhood experience celebrating in South Asia, thank you for resurrecting all the fun memories anon! ~

Julian

He loves the concept of it

A community event, full of color and celebration? Heck yeah! This extrovert is pumped and ready to spread the joy!

This extrovert is also a doctor

And this doctor is already gearing up for the aftermath - for all the people who caught cold running around in wet clothes, the injuries from hopping around on wet cobblestones and twisting ankles ...

... the overenthusiastic celebrants falling into the canals and bumping their heads, the kids who always end up licking the color powder and find out the hard way what they're allergic to ...

And of course, the mild panic he experiences for the next week seeing faded stains on his patient's skin and faces and briefly mistaking them for bruising

Seriously, why do bruises turn every color of the rainbow??

But all that aside, he's excited to celebrate with you and will even bend down so you can smear some color on his face and eyepatch

Asra

Oh, they are thriving

This is easily one of his favorite events of the year. This gets more planning and preparation time than ... most things, really

They insist on making (or at least, modifying) all of their own colors and stock up on everything from powder to paste to dyes they can mix with water and spray at passersby with a water gun

Some of them he enchants to be holographic. Others, to hover menacingly in the air and then engulf whoever walks close enough

It's one of the few times when all the kids in the neighborhood flock to them because they know that nobody will kit them out for a proper water fight like they will. It's on

His hair is going to have colors lingering in it for over a month

The magic use does get just a little bit out of control, sometimes - they've been politely asked to stay away from the town square, since the statues still occasionally puke neon rainbows

Will put a spell on you that morning so nothing can stain you

Nadia

Does she enjoy and look forward to this festival? Yes. Is she stressed beyond words? Also yes. She needs a break

The sheer logistics of organizing a national holiday aside, Holi is messy. The streets are full of people, traffic is impossible for the day, injuries are spiking from partying too hard, and the cleanup

Don't get her started on the cleanup

Vesuvia has plenty of white marble statues and fountains that end up coated in the rainbow every year (though it's gotten easier since a certain magician was banned from the town square)

Not to mention the series of legal cases afterwards when some merchant passing through sells a load of poor quality colors

That won't stop her from enjoying it with you. She'll set up the garden and spend an afternoon chasing you around with her palms covered in color, darting out to leave smudges on your cheeks

If she moves a little more slowly to ensure that she gets covered in your colors as well, then. That's for only her and the shrubs to know

Muriel

A festival so exciting and intense that crowds of people flood the streets and smear colors all over each other with abandon?

Yeah, you can count him out

The concept of celebrating color and the triumph of good over evil is delightful, but you both know that if he joins he'll suffer at best and have a full-blown panic attack at worst. Better not

He'll celebrate with you in his own way

You'll find a forest clearing, pull out all the environmentally friendly colors you've stocked up on, and goad him with rainbow fingerprints into a playful game of tag among the trees

His artistic side will make itself known, waiting for you to tire yourself out before he sits next to you and traces swirls and runes all over your arms and face with featherlight touches

Of course, this only works if you're distracted with something while he does, or else your eyes on him will make him freeze up and blush. (the shaky little smudges those cause are the best)

Portia

She adores Holi and she is Prepared

She knows all the tips and tricks to get through the day with as little misfortune as possible. Old, cheap clothes that you don't mind getting stained. Oil on your skin and hair before you go out

And of course, a mom bag stuffed to the brim, half with celebration essentials and half with mischief implements

You look tired and a little overstimulated. Here, wipe your face and hands with this damp towel and drink some water. She packed snacks - do you want a cookie or a sandwich?

You look like you could use an advantage. Here, take this dye filled water balloon and throw it at the nearest street sign - the partygoers underneath will have it in their hair for weeks

Her favorite celebration spots are right in the middle of wherever the kids are having their massive water fight. Nobody can amp up mediate one of those like she can

Will shamelessly cover your clothes in her handprints

Lucio

He loves it for the first fifteen minutes or so

A town-wide celebration that fills the streets? Heck yeah, he is all in and having the time of his life! He has permission to splash color all over random strangers? Awesome! He's going all out -

... until he starts to receive the same treatment, which means his hair is getting messy and his clothes are going to stain and there's dye all over his face and absolutely ruining his eyeliner

Yeah, he's done, and he's going to start sulking if he doesn't get a hot bath nice and soon

Mercedes and Melchior, on the other hand, are having the times of their lives. It's chaos dialed to the max and they love the chance to weave between people's legs and splash colors everywhere

Of course, they also have gorgeous long silky white fur, which gets absolutely saturated with pigments and dyes as they run wild

Bathing them afterwards is a legendary nightmare and the pastel hues linger on their backs for quite a while

[neverchecking]

Day 4: Teratophilia- Hyrule

Still not queuing anything. <3

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: Slight! gore, I tried to keep it to a minimum, but I had this idea and if I wanted it to work I had to keep so, oops. Biting, Hyrule has got some fairy parts.

This is Day four of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

Kinktober Masterlist <<< Day 3 >>>Day 5

Golden goddess above, he had never felt so buzzed. 

Something deep in his skin was vibrating with an intensity that he’d never felt before, pulling taut at the veins and muscles running along his bones. It was something so primal that made his back hurt with the ache to shift and let the film of his wings stretch itself out in a peacock-esque display. Like everything holy and sinful, and the bits in between, were ignited in a soulful scream roaring for vengeance, demanding its relentless hunger be satiated. 

His canines sharpened as his eyes burned with tears that remained unshed. His hips rut over and over against your thigh as he held onto your hips, grip damn near bruising. His nails had curved into claws, pricking your soft, supple flesh and imprinting his mark onto you. 

It wasn’t nearly enough to make him feel better. 

His canines felt too big for his mouth, making his lower jaw drop open as his tongue lolled out, a dollop of drool dropping onto your collarbone as you cooed up at him. Your hands, ever graceful and dexterous, were knotted into his curls, soothing them down and brushing them out of his face as his pace remained frantic and downright erratic. 

He was so desperate to chase that high, so eager to mark you as his, his, his. Those claws continued to push into your hips, now drawing little pearls of blood that made you gasp out, grip tightening around the roots of his hair. His shoulders just ached as his spine arched, something painful rooting right at the junction between his shoulder blades.  The skin around the bones stretched and stretched as his tempo picked up, growing in intensity with every pulse of pain. At this point it was more than just an ache, Hyrule desperately trying to blind himself with the pleasure only you could offer him. Anything to get away from the hurt. 

His mouth dropped to where the drool had begun to pool, teeth brushing against your skin, tongue lapping at the salty sweat lining your glorious self. It was positively salivating, like an aphrodisiac designed from your aura and your aura alone just for him. 

Whatever was growing between his shoulders was pushing against his taut skin now, breaking through the thin spread of his tanned skin in a slick rip of flesh. It was excruciating, the pain, as the flow of warm blood trailed down his spine and along the curve of his ribcage. He groaned lowly around the flesh he had been suckling on before his jaw instinctually clamped shut, canines pinching your flesh easily. This time your fingers curled into his hair with a harsh yank, trying to pull him away even though his hips rocked impossibly fast against your thigh. 

Another sickening tear of flesh and a flash of cool air swept past him. In a rush of pain and euphoric pleasure, his cock jolted, twitching upright to paint your core and thighs in streaks of pretty white as near translucent film caught his peripherals. He pulled off of your neck to throw his head back in ecstasy, eyes glancing down to catch the refraction of every gorgeous color in this world reflecting off your sweat  (and now blood, he supposed) skin. The reflection of the jewels you had donned earlier were still prevalent, the exotic necklaces and bracelets clinging to the parts of you while the earrings remained hidden behind the curtains of your hair. 

The muscle memory he held dear came into play as more brushes of air brushed past both his and your own spent bodies. Leaning down, he lapped at the weeping wound he left behind. The beast had been satiated, he was pleased for now. 

You chuckled from beneath him, knotting your fingers into his hair. One of your hands reached beyond his head, brushing against something tauntingly soft. “Didn’t know you had these in your Hylian form.”

From the ache in his back and the spark of overstimulated pleasure, he could guess what you were talking about. He took a deep breath, holding you impossibly closer. 

“Neither did I.” 

[a-strange-inkling]

💘 fake dating

(decided to put this in the mechanics au universe, the only time i’ve attempted friends to lovers with them lol)

“What time is it?” Eddie asks Jeff again, glancing over his shoulder and grabbing his wrist to see for himself. The batteries of his own watch died sometime last week and he never got them changed. They just keep blinking 3:03.

Jeff pats his chest. “Dude, relax, she’ll be here.”

Eddie bounces anxiously on the balls of his feet, looking around for her, wondering if she’s coming, if there’s still time to call the whole thing off. He’s not sure he can do it. Not without giving something away. “This was a really bad idea.”

“Has Chrissy ever let you down?”

“No,” he sighs admittedly, scratching the back of his neck under his long curtain of hair. “But no one’s going to fall for it…it’s pathetic that I even asked her in the first place.”

“Are you just worried it’s not going to work or that it’s going to work too well?”

He sneers, glaring daggers and death toward the lead singer, but Jeff just chucks his infamous shit eating grin back up at him.

“Shut up.”

Jeff laughs quietly in amusement as he heads over to do a sound check with the mics.

“Well, hello there.” Eddie hears a feminine voice coo, a hand sliding up his bare arm.

Still suffering from the PTSD from the last few weeks, he yanks away sharply from the very bold dark haired girl who just popped up at his side out of nowhere. He doesn’t even look at her. Be gone, siren! “Yeah, listen, I’m here with someone, okay? A girlfriend—I have a girlfriend!”

Yep. It sounds weird even saying it.

“Oh yeah?” she asks with a little giggle. “Then where is she?”

Eddie frowns, eyebrows pinching together. He knows that voice now that it’s not masked by a sultry fry. He whips around in confusion to find a pair of glimmering, mischievous eyes staring up at him under the large fray of dark hair.

Holy shit.

He peers closer in disbelief. “Chrissy?”

“Sorry I’m a little late,” she grins, her lips painted a deep mauve color, her sapphire eyes lined with skillful black wings. “Eden took forever.”

“What are you—”

He feels himself tightening immediately in his pants. Her wig and make up are one thing, the oversized studded denim jacket covering a cropped black halter top and the Daisy Duke’s she’s wearing is another. Oh God, she’s got black stockings on, with holes in them.

Fuck him.

“Thought I should look the part,” she spins on her toes for him like a little kid playing dress up.

“What do you think?” she asks as he just stands there staring at her with his mouth hanging open. Flies welcome. She squares her shoulder when she lands back on her feet as if ready for a brawl in a mosh pit. “Do I look mean and scary?”

He smiles, a warm wave of alleviation washing over his body. There’s his Chrissy. His fucking adorable Chrissy.

“You look incredible, Cunningham,” he tells her, trying to sound calm cool, wrapping her up in a grateful friendly hug around the waist. She makes that happy squeaky sound that nearly makes him sink to his knees. “Thanks for coming.”

“No problem,” she replies cheerfully, kissing his cheek sweetly as they part. Leaving a perfect imprint of his lips on his skin. “This will be fun!”

[headkiss]

hihi!!! back w more joel :)

could i req maybe something like a reunion in jackson?

lots of love!!!

hiii yes you can!!! tysm for requesting :D | 0.9k fluff reunion <3

You’d never want to complain about life in Jackson. Sure, it’s dull and repetitive, lonely for someone like you who’d shown up all alone and somehow stayed that way. But, it’s as safe as can be, with warm, running water and food in your stomach.

So, no, you’d never want to complain about Jackson even when you constantly feel like you're missing something, someone.

The people kept their distance from you at first, but you’ve since learned that they’re like that every time someone new shows up. They need time to adjust, to accept, to trust most of all. Now, they’re friendly and kind, always offering a ‘hello’ when you walk by.

Still, you feel alone no matter how many people know your name. You’re still walking into an empty house every night, still holding out for someone to walk into your life and stay there.

Unlikely, in these times.

The only real friend you have in Jackson is Tommy, and considering you’d known him pre-outbreak, you technically haven’t made any new friends.

Having Tommy around is a bittersweet. It’s incredible to have found him again, feels even better to have someone who knows the best version of yourself, the one that existed before the world went to absolute shit.

On the other hand, he’s a constant reminder of what’s been lost. Uncle to Sarah, who you can’t believe is gone, even after all these years. Brother to a man you haven’t stopped loving or hoping to find no matter how hard you try.

It’s impossible not to think about Joel when you’re with Tommy. The eye color they share, the accent. It’s nearly been a year since you ended up in Jackson and you still aren’t used to it.

You’ve probably dreamt Joel up thousands of times by now, imagined his voice even more.

This time, you’re carrying a box of stock into the bar when you think you hear it. The drawl of his voice, the tone you’d recognize anywhere. It sounds more real than ever. You’re losing it.

It’s a shout of Tommy’s name that has your head snapping over because there’s no way you could make that up. It was too real. And there he is.

Joel fucking Miller hopping off a horse and hugging his brother mere feet away from you.

Your heart’s racing faster and faster, the beat ringing in your ears. You blink tightly, again and again to make sure you aren’t daydreaming. Joel’s still there when you open your eyes. The box slips out of your hands onto the ground with a thud.

Joel looks over at the noise, and his breath gets stuck in his throat.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, pulling away from his brother.

Tommy follows Joel’s line of sight and smiles, “I was just gonna tell you…”

“Joel?” You take a couple of steps forward, almost shy, like you’re not sure if he even remembers you.

Hearing you say his name again after so long feels too good to be true, but here he is, and here you are. In Jackson, of all places. Joel’s spent every day since the outbreak began building up walls, a defense around his heart. And yet, one word from your mouth and they crumble in an instant.

“Sweetheart?” He says. Though he knows Ellie is probably making some disgusted face behind him, Joel can’t bring himself to regret saying it.

“Oh my god,” you say.

You can’t stand there, away from him, any longer. You rush forward and throw your arms around his neck, and he’s just as eager, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. He feels solid, his shoulders broader with time, his hair grayer, but it’s him.

His arms have been around you countless times, but nothing has ever felt as good as this.

Joel squeezes his eyes shut and buries his face in your neck, like he’s hiding from everyone else and trying to get as close as possible to you.

“Fuck, I thought I lost you,” he says into your skin. So quiet only you could hear him.

“Not a single day has gone by where I haven’t thought of you, Joel.”

It’s like everyone else has faded away, and though they’re definitely staring, you can’t feel a single pair of eyes on you. All you feel is him. The relief of having him back, the immediate comfort, the rush of emotion and the swell of your heart.

Joel pulls back just far enough to see your face, and his hands move up to cup your cheeks. They’re calloused and rough, but his touch is nothing but soft and gentle.

“I fucking missed you, sweetheart.”

You pull his head down so that his forehead is pressed against yours. “I missed you, too.”

Joel’s changed, and so have you. Years of an apocalypse will do that to a person, make you tougher, colder. But at this moment, you’re the same two people you’ve always been. The same two people who love each other, who spent years learning every little detail about each other.

Because of that, Joel kisses you. It’s soft, and it’s quick, but it’s more than you could ever ask for.

Then, reminding you that you, in fact, aren’t alone, there’s a girl’s voice, “hey, how long is this gonna take ‘cause I’m fucking starving.”

Joel sighs, but there’s a fondness in his eyes you’d never miss.

“That’s Ellie,” he tells you.

“Hi, Ellie,” you wave sheepishly at her.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she says, and you laugh, covering your face with your hands. Beside you, Joel sighs again and sends Ellie a look.

Even hours later, sitting in the dining hall with Joel and Ellie, you can't stop pinching yourself, convinced you’re dreaming.

[pocket-lad]

CH 1- A Few Important Details

She faced down Human Beans. She faced down dinosaurs. What crazy thing could the world possibly throw at Adelaide next? Try another borrower and an adventure far beyond the walls.

A sequel to Only a Couple Days & Growing Pains. This work is going to be quite a bit different than previous stories, mostly because it's not directly based on a movie. I hope you enjoy!!

“Oh my God,” Adelaide breathed. She was really staring at a real-life borrower. She hadn’t seen anyone her size in over a decade!

Years seemed to pass in the silence between them, but the new person broke it first. “Come on!” she whispered urgently. “Are you crazy? There’s three whole Beans in that room!”

Adelaide sputtered. Where could she even start?

“What were you doing in there?”

“I, uh…I thought I saw…a mouse,” Adelaide half-lied.

The woman was pretty. She had wildly curly black hair and dark skin. Her big eyes were the color of chocolate, and she stood only slightly taller than Adelaide. “Well, they won’t be asleep forever,” she said. “What’s your name?”

“Adelaide.”

“Adelaide, I’m Ollie.”

“Do you live here?” Duh. Of course she lives here.

“Yeah, and I’ve never seen you around before. Where’d you even come from?” Ollie’s tone of voice wasn’t exactly suspicious. Hesitant, maybe.

“I just got here today.” It wasn’t technically a lie.

“I assume you plan on staying, then?”

“I’m not sure,” Adelaide admitted. It didn’t escape her mind that Ian and Sarah were getting serious. She always assumed it would either end badly or Sarah would move to Texas. She never considered that Ian would want to move here, but now that she was forced to think about it, she wasn’t so sure.

“Well, we have a place for you if you do.”

“Oh, thanks!” God, Adelaide forgot what it was like to be a borrower around other borrowers. They always helped those in need and always welcomed others with open doors, no questions asked. They had to stick together in such a large world.

“We should hurry while they’re still asleep. I’ll show you where the best food is, but really, you can find stuff pretty much anywhere. This Bean is super messy.” 

Adelaide laughed, remembering the way she pointed out the cluttered apartment straight to Sarah’s face. “Let’s go.” Ollie said, and she roughly guided Adelaide toward her thread that hung from the kitchen counter.

Adelaide blinked as all of the information sunk in. Ollie was a borrower. She lived in Sarah’s house. She was in the middle of borrowing. She didn’t know that the humans were friendly and she didn’t know that Adelaide regularly interacted with them. Adelaide decided she wanted to keep it that way for the time being, because honestly, she missed this. She missed the camaraderie, she even missed the thrill a little bit. Maybe it was selfish, but she played along anyway.

“You go up first,” Ollie said.

“I’m probably gonna be pretty slow,” Adelaide admitted, holding up her mess of a hand.

“Holy shit, what happened?!”

“I fell on it when Ia- when a Bean…” She closed her mouth. Less is more .

“Oh my God, that must have been terrible. I’m so sorry…” Ollie looked pitifully at Adelaide’s hand. Morbid curiosity nearly made her ask for details, but she respected her privacy, and now was not the time. “You should still go first. I don’t want to leave you stranded on the floor. Better to stick together.”

Guilt crept up on Adelaide. She wasn’t exactly lying, but whatever she was doing, it didn’t feel good. She felt like she was betraying Ollie’s trust. Ollie didn’t know her, and yet she was risking her life for her.

“Okay,” she said. She prepared herself to start climbing, but the sound of something massive shifting around stopped her in her tracks. Somebody was awake. This was about to go downhill very fast.

Ollie heard it too. “Change of plans,” she said, immediately dislodging her hook and coiling it around her arm.

Footsteps rumbled in the distance, but they were rapidly approaching. It may have been a vast distance for the borrowers to traverse, but they both knew it would take a Bean mere seconds to cross from the couch to the kitchen. They had no time. Adelaide would be surprised if they made it out of this one without being noticed.

Ollie took off, but looked back to see Adelaide rooted in place. She assumed the new borrower was in shock, or was simply too scared to move. She couldn’t imagine what happened to make a Bean crush her hand, but it couldn’t have been anything good. Regardless, they had to keep moving. Ollie sprinted back to grab Adelaide’s good hand and dragged her along.

***

Ian’s eyes cracked open at the sound of voices…Voices? Plural?

Shaking the grogginess off, he stretched and slowly inched toward the kitchen. He would have heard somebody come in, right? And the voice sounded too quiet to be human, which meant…

***

They weren’t going to make it. Ollie stopped and pulled out her knife. “Go without me. Just around the corner, there’s a hole that leads into the wall. Wait for me there, and if I don’t make it back…well, I’ll make it back.” She gave Adelaide a cocky smile, but her nervous eyes betrayed her.

Adelaide still didn’t move. She couldn’t leave Ollie to deal with this on her own, especially when it was almost definitely Ian headed their way.

“Go, stupid!” Ollie yelled, shoving Adelaide as hard as she could.

Adelaide, unprepared, fell to the ground.

***

Ian had just looked over the edge of the table in time to see two people, both around three inches tall, standing down on the floor. One was Adelaide. The other had just shoved Adelaide - hard - and brandished a knife.

Ian quickly bent down and snatched this new borrower up. With his other hand, he gently scooped Adelaide off the floor.

***

“Nonononononono,” Adelaide mumbled. This was going so wrong so fast. What sealed the deal was Ian’s inexplicable and frankly idiotic decision to reach for them both.

She braced herself like she usually did, but had no time to warn Ollie. She couldn’t even see what he was doing to Ollie from her vantage point, but she felt her own body slide into his warm palm and could only hope he was being as gentle with her.

Adelaide fought against Ian on principle. Obviously it was useless. She flew through the air and could only focus on keeping her hand from getting hurt worse.

When the movement ended, she found herself on the kitchen table. Looking around, no sign of Ollie. Then she looked up. Her jaw dropped.

Ollie was stuck in Ian’s fist, fighting for her life. Ian had taken her knife and set it down on the table beside Adelaide, and he knew to keep the new borrower angled away so she couldn’t bite him.

Adelaide didn’t think about how, if for some reason, Ian wanted to hurt another borrower, he knew exactly how to do so because of his experience with her. She thought back to all the times she explicitly told him what not to do, told him all the things that made her uncomfortable, not thinking for even a second that Ian would use this information to take advantage of a smaller being. This was her fault.

“Put her down!” Adelaide yelled, running up to Ian’s other hand that rested on the table. She kicked at it repeatedly to knock some sense into him.

“What’s going on?” he asked defensively. 

“Ian, she’s scared! Put her down! Now!”

“She pushed you!”

“She was saving me from you!”

Ian realized his mistake. In his attempt to protect his friend, he may have just scarred another borrower for life. Slowly, he set the girl down.

As soon as Ian’s hand opened, Ollie leapt away, scooping up her knife and pointing it up at him. “Adelaide, get behind me.” It sounded like she heard none of their conversation, too occupied with escaping.

Adelaide blinked but did as she was told. Ian regarded them both with utter confusion plastered across his giant face. He wasn’t often confused, and he certainly didn’t like it.

“Let us go,” Ollie demanded. The confidence in her voice was impressive. Only Adelaide could hear the slight falter in it.

“Um…okay,” Ian said, but he didn’t move. Adelaide knew this meant he was going to stay hands off and just observe, let them do whatever they wanted, but since he still sat there, it looked like he was still holding them captive. For all Ollie knew, he would just grab them when they attempted to escape.

“Yeah, let us go!” Adelaide echoed in support. She guessed she was keeping up the charade, then. She just hoped Ian would play along.

He didn’t say anything, but his brow furrowed. Adelaide sent him a look that said to just go with it and that she’d explain later. She knew her face was small and distant to him and therefore hard to read, but she was pretty sure he got the point.

Ollie didn’t take her eyes off Ian, but she whispered to Adelaide. “He doesn’t live here. I think he’s partnered with the Bean who does live here, which means we’ve probably got more incoming. Watch your back.”

Adelaide checked behind her, but as far as she could tell, Sarah and Kelly were still fast asleep.

It also turned out that Ian did not get her point. In fact, he interpreted it all wrong.

“Ahh, I’m uh…I’m going to get you!” he said half-heartedly, wiggling his fingers and smirking at how ridiculous his attempt at being the evil Bean sounded.

Ollie was more than confused. Was this some kind of game? His words indicated mal intent, but he didn’t sound very sincere.

Adelaide closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked Ian in the eye and shook her head, hoping that maybe he would get it this time.

Ian corrected himself. “Oh, um…what’s your name?” he asked the new borrower, but his tone was asking Adelaide if that was the right thing to say.

Ollie flinched when he looked at her. “I’m warning you,” she said, ignoring his question and raising her knife a little higher.

“That’s a - that’s a weird name…Warning me? For what?” This new borrower was obviously sacred, but she obviously wasn't in any danger, either. It was hard not to tease her, and it was even harder to keep a straight face.

“I’ll stab you.” Ollie said seriously. Her hand started to shake. Adelaide felt horrible.

“I see why you guys get along,” Ian chuckled. They were both so unnecessarily violent.

“No!” Adelaide blurted.

Ollie whipped her head back to Adelaide, a sudden spark of betrayal piling on top of her confusion, but she didn’t want to keep her attention off the Bean too long.

“What’d you want me to do?” Ian asked Adelaide, too impatient to play this game. He wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to know who this new person was. He hated being in the dark.

Ollie continued to look back and forth between them. She was suddenly very suspicious of Adelaide, so she repeatedly moved her knife from Ian to Adelaide and back. She wasn’t taking any chances.

“Do not point that at her,” Ian warned. He sat up a bit straighter, ready to protect his friend.

Ollie's knife dipped.

“Ian, don’t,” Adelaide said harshly. He was not going to threaten Ollie. She was just defending herself.

“I’m serious,” he said.

“So am I!”

“What’s going on?” Ollie yelled. The quick rise and fall of her chest indicated that a panic attack was fast approaching.

“Okay,” Adelaide held out her hands placatingly and slowly approached the trembling borrower. “Ollie, you’re safe. This is Ian. He’s my friend.”

“Bullshit,” Ollie spat.

“He is. I know you don’t believe me. I wouldn’t believe myself, either, if I hadn’t spent the past couple years with him.”

As Adelaide approached, Ollie backed up. Her eyes darted around, trying to find some sense of reality to latch onto. A borrower and a Bean? Friends? She backed toward the edge of the table, and Ian instinctively held his hand out behind her, just in case she fell.

Ollie sensed the massive presence and turned around. She screamed at the sight of a towering, enormous hand looming above and stumbled backwards towards Adelaide. That hand was going to grab her. It was going to take her away. Or it would crush her. She’d never see her family again.

Adelaide grabbed the woman’s shoulders, which made her jump. Ollie turned around again , feeling backed into a corner. There was nowhere to go.

“What? You’re - you’re his pet or something? You lure people out of the walls so Beans can snatch them up? Is that it?”

“God, no!” Adelaide said, sick even at the idea of such a thing. She realized that she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Ian hovering. “Ian, can you go literally anywhere else right now?”

Ian looked like he wanted to protest, but just shrugged and pushed his chair out from the table.

Ollie jumped and gripped her knife tighter at the sound of the chair scraping against the floor.

Ian sauntered over to the corner of the kitchen and leaned back against the counter with his arms crossed, watching the interaction from afar. Adelaide rolled her eyes. This wasn’t what she wanted, but it was as good as she was going to get.

Ollie watched with wide eyes. Adelaide just told the Bean what to do! And he listened!

Adelaide set her knife down on the table and kicked it away, showing she meant no harm. She hoped that wouldn’t backfire.

“Ollie, I never lied to you. I just…I left out some pretty important details,” she laughed. Ollie did not reciprocate. “I’m not his pet. We’re friends. His name is Ian-” (Ian waved) “-and he would never hurt you-”

“Then let me go,” Ollie interrupted. It seemed as though none of Adelaide’s words made it through to her. Hell, she could barely look at her, too distracted by the looming Bean.

“Okay,” Adelaide sighed. She wasn’t going to stop the borrower from leaving, but she was severely disappointed.

Ollie secured her hook on the table and turned to climb down, eyes never leaving Ian. If Adelaide was telling the truth, then the Bean wouldn’t stop her. Hopefully.

Adelaide dug her hook out as well. “Let me walk you to-”

“No,” Ollie said forcefully. She couldn’t deal with this right now. She needed time to think. And she certainly wasn’t going to let this borrower know where her home was, where her family was. Not when said borrower was allied with a Bean.

Adelaide froze in her tracks as her heart sank. She blew it. The first time she’d seen a borrower in over a decade and she blew it. All she could do was stand there and watch Ollie’s progress. She didn’t move even after the woman disappeared into the walls, using the entrance Adelaide happened upon earlier.

Small quakes on the surface of the table and the sound of shifting fabric signaled Ian’s approach. Only when he laid a finger on her shoulder did she move, shrugging him off and turning toward him. “Back off!” she shouted.

Ian was taken aback by the outburst. “Della-”

Adelaide ignored him, marching toward the edge of the table. She collected her knife, readied her hook, and started to climb down.

“Hey, maybe you shouldn’t-” Ian started, but was cut off by a very angry look from Adelaide, daring him to finish that sentence. Maybe you shouldn’t climb with your broken hand. He sighed. Both of them knew this was a bad idea, she knew this was a bad idea, which was what irritated him so much. She was going to hurt herself because she didn’t want him telling her what to do.

Adelaide tried to take deep breaths as she lowered herself down. She squeezed the thread with her legs and used her right hand to stabilize herself. Then, very slowly, eased the pressure of her legs, letting herself slide in a semi-controlled manner to the ground.

Silently, she coiled up her hook and shoved it back in her bag. She stomped over to the hole she watched Ollie disappear into. Adelaide’s intentions weren’t super clear even to herself, but she justified it as wanting cover. Or wanting a sense of familiarity. Something like that. Definitely not following Ollie.

“Della,” Ian called after her again. “Della!”

“What?!” Adelaide exploded, whipping around. She wavered a little when she had to look up at a skyscraper of a person, but she held her ground. Why were Bean’s heads always just a little higher than she thought? It was as if they grew a foot on purpose each time, just to intimidate her.

“Calm down, let’s talk about this… Uh, forgive me for being curious but there’s a whole - a whole new person on the floor sticking a, um, a knife at you. Perhaps maybe-”

Adelaide cut him off. “I want to be alone.”

Ian paused. “What?”

Oh. That wasn’t a clarifying ‘what’. He legitimately did not hear her, which felt like a real kick in the head. As if she didn’t already feel small, standing on the ground no taller than his ankles. “I said I want to be alone.”

Ian bit his tongue. “Okay.”

Adelaide took off toward the walls, running as fast as she could. Ian didn’t move the whole time, but she could feel his eyes tracking her. As soon as she made it inside, she collapsed into a seated position, catching her breath. God, Ian could be so thick sometimes!

Adelaide sat there for an indeterminate amount of time. She was right - she really did need the comfort of the walls. It had only been a couple days, but it felt like years had passed since she was in the walls back home. While these ones were not the same, they would suffice. As long as she had cover over her head and darkness to conceal herself, she would be fine. And there was the added bonus of cleanliness, thanks to the borrower(s?) who already lived there.

Adelaide said she wanted to wander the walls. Well, there was no time like the present. She hoisted herself up, dusted herself off, and began her journey into the unknown.

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一∑michelangelo hamato。・゜・

(pics from pinterest)

> raph’s < | > leo’s < | > donnie’s <

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version: rottmnt aka rise

aesthetic: orange + character-centric

song association: fire by e l e y

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author’s notes: we did it :D set complete ✅ which one was your favorite?? did you like any of the songs??

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name: michelangelo hamatooooooooo

nicknames: mikey / angelo

aliases: dr. delicate touch / dr. feelings

location: *~in newww yorkkkkkkk concrete jungle where dreams are made of~*

species: ornate box turtle mutant

age: 15 years young :D

height: 4’7 (･_･) i will growwwww manifesting itttt

color: orangeeee , but green is cool too and yellow

weapon(s): ~flame-generating kusari-fundō~ (cool righttttt?) and my sick ninjutsu skills

appearance: one flyyyy turtle right here, i’ve got my awesome stickers, silly face kneepads, emerald skin ;D, and can’t forget my orange bandanna

personality: shining personality!! i’m super duper friendly (unless you destroy my most favorite place on earth aka pizza place), kindddd, caringgg, absolutely adorable, an empath for sureee, a tinsy-weensy bit feral, just a smidge, honest, lovable, cute, spoiled? babied? the ~*brightest*~ crayon in the box c:

likes: familyyyy, art, dancing, music, fashion, meeting new people, making new friends, turning villains into friends, helping my brothers, my dr. sides, pizza, food in general, skateboarding, gaming, copying leo, annoying my brothers (lovingly ofc), youtube, pranks, being helpful, cooking, magic powers, physical affection

dislikes: being talked down to, not taken seriously, being called a monster, judgey people, sticklers, close-mindedness, threats to those i love, haters, supernatural jump scares, lying

other: :DDDD guess whoooo??? yup, it’s me Mikey!!!! I think this whole project is super cool and its definitely giving me ideas for future Dr. Feelings solutions, being able to write down your thoughts or just how you feel can be so relaxing orrrr maybe even show you what you are thinking if it’s all muddled up or too much, for example i bet Donnie really liked writing all this stuff down, i bet it calmed that big brain of his!! So if you ever make an appointment with Dr. Feelings don’t be surprised when you are asked to write down how you feel hehehe, now some words from Dr. Delicate Touch, who feels nothing, I. Was. Last?!?! Out of all my brothers, you chose me to go last?!?! -.- this better not be because I’m the youngest either!! The only acceptable answer is that the best is saved for last! Hmph! I expect to hear this from you very soon, with hugs and cuddles too! Anddd maybe even your Disney+ password? (Donnie revoked my privileges again T^T~~) it totally wasn’t my fault… water balloon pranks are holy.. sacred traditions.. ;ppp

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Loonatics KR Bios - Cane Lupo

Art created by DarthCraftus and character written created by @kervinfire

Disclaimer: This character will soon be updated for the fic. I'd like you to please do not use or draw this OC without permission from me.

Name: Cane Lupo

Age: 25

Nationality: Italian-born American

Race: Italian Wolf

Relatives: Cara (Mother with unknown fate), Ever (Father with unknown fate), Fromage Rats (Father Figure, Godfather and descendant of Minnesota Rats)

Personality: Cane has an obsession with taking things seriously and is sometimes fixated, he is fearless and intimidating but He is always caring for his family. He is friendly and a little playful with his new friends and a natural-born leader of his own mafia family

Powers/Skills:

Black Hand Execution: During his gang years before he became a Godfather. Cane created a custom brutal fighting style called black hand execution. It’s a special fighting style used to brutally injure and kill enemies barehanded, melee and firearms with ease like breaking a neck, arms, or leg, and creative ways to brutality kill like putting a pistol on an enemy's mouth and doing multiple shots until its head explodes

Sharpshooting: Cane has improved his shooting skills through the years. One of his expertise is good at is using a pistol with one hand, one bullet, and one kill targeting the heads. He even improved his sharpshooting with other weapons too.

Skin of Ebony: When he got hit by the meteor Cane possessed the “Skin of Ebony” meaning he could transform any part of his body of choice into ebony steel making it bulletproof and strong like a powerful hammer to squish enemies’ heads. A melee weapon like a plastic knife can turn the material into ebony metal; a ranged weapon like a gun can shoot ebony metal ammunition. This power has improved and upgraded Cane’s Black Hand Execution making it more deadly than ever. He mostly prefers to show only his hands rather than the whole body

Appearance: Cane has the natural lighter fur colors of an Italian Wolf he has a normal body with a slim muscular build and hazelnut eyes.

Outfits:

Godfather/Current outfit: As Don. Cane wore a two-face styled formal suit of the Italian Flag including his formal shoes. Green on the left, red on the right and a white buttoned dress shirt with no ties.

Weapons:

Little Italy (Pistol): Used by the previous Godfathers for generations this current highly upgraded and powerful pocket pistol themed with the Italian flag skin has infinite rechargeable bullets when reloading and shoots while changing bullet color to green, white, and red bullets. When “Skin of Ebony” is activated it darkens the color but gives ebony-colored explosive bullets. This weapon was made by an unknown Italian blacksmith in Italy before he or she brought it to the United States.

One Man Army (Assault Rifle and Sniper Combined): It is a very special expensive weapon with a sci-fi military theme stolen from the ACME Weapon Labs that is bought from a black-market salesman in the darkest alleyway and it has the ability to the covert assault rifle and sniper riffle that shoots laser bullets. When “Skin of Ebony” is activated, it darkens the color and he can shoot his rifle that shoots ebony steel elemental laser bullets. In sniper mode, it shoots with a quick flash like a camera while in assault rifle mode it shoots in a straight line

The Holy Gun of Saint Mark (Shotgun): A shotgun hidden and found in a secret abandoned church. Legend says this gun is blessed with holy mythical metals and holy water. When shooting the gun, it can both effectively kill an enemy and blind other enemies like a flashbang when the gun is pointed but not at the user who wields it. When “Skin of Ebony” ebony is activated, it darkens the gun color and shoots it like a force pushing enemies up in the sky.

Other info:

Not just that he loves to eat fancy food like a rich person but he loves to eat fast food and other normal restaurants. He loves to eat fast food with a gourmet twist. His favorite is the pepperoni pizzas from Pizza Fest.

His favorite childhood dessert is an ‘Il Tricoloré/Italian Flag Gelato. Green mint for the plains and the hills, white vanilla for the snowy Alps and other mountain regions, and red strawberry velvet for the blood spilled in the Italian wars of independence.

His favorite drink is ACME-pagne Zero (Non-Alcoholic champagne) made in Acmetropolis and soda pops served in a wine glass

Despite being the Godfather of his own family, he never drinks alcohol, he never smokes, and he never takes illegal drugs. That is a secret that he became a successful Don. He uses safe alternatives like mint candy sticks for smoking, soft drinks, juices, and other non-alcoholic for drinking, and mint candy pills and vitamin gummy bears for taking drugs

Cane’s bedroom has a large aquarium behind his bed where he sleeps with the fish. Literally…

He does not speak Italian

He missed watching kids' cartoons that have actual guns in them despite how old they are.

He hates using the internet because most of it where complete social media nonsense from other people and wants to destroy the internet one day just to have a better life himself only. But he seldom uses it for business purposes, proper communication, and of course food deliveries

No interest in Politics unless for business purposes for his crime family

He is the youngest mafia don of the Tricolores

He dislikes adult humor internet humor and slang

He likes to go to cabarets

He does not like comedy clubs

He hates when people mock and joke about his crime family

He was sometimes curious and asked simple questions. But when a person refuses to ask or intentionally ignores him, he would intimidate him or her by any means necessary like physical threats which he learned intimidation

He is not good at insults and comebacks. That is why he stays calm and performs physical threats or another option is to kill

He is honest and never lies

He despised people lying

He hated broken promises

He used to be a former high school marathon runner

He is not interested in politics but hates people bringing it up for a person who is not even into politics

He is the detective type of his own crime family

Unlike the other Dons he is the most active godfather joining mostly in shootouts and extortions. He acts like a mobster and thinks like a Don.

He loves to play pool with his Godfather ever since he was adopted

His favorite song is “Kick in the Head”

A successful high school dropout

Talented in making gelatos and candies

He has an art collection of commissioned artists that he trusts

He appears and disappears like a horror villain. Thanks to Stoney’s secret guide.

Description:

Cane is the youngest Don and Godfather of his new Mafia called “The Tri-Colorés” a gender and race-neutral mafia crime organization that does not need to use his last name and it was rewarded by his former leader Fromage Rats. Most of the families he hired were usually outside of the streets of Acmetropolis.

Trivia:

Cane is based and inspired by two default protagonists from The Godfather Games. Aldo Trapani (The Godfather) and Dominic Corleone (The Godfather 2)

Cane is short for Canine

Lupo means wolf in Italian

His high school backstory story was originally supposed Rage Shard’s story.

Cane’s starting family mafia tree limit is just like the game of The Godfather 2. 4 Soldiers, 2 Capos, 1 Underboss, and 1 Consigliere

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

QSMP THEORY TIME BABEY

ok so. in Cellbit's TTRPG campaign, in season 2 to be more precise, there was a thing called Santo Berço (Sacred/Holy Cradle/Crib), which consisted on a secret town in the middle of the woods. The town seemed inoffensive, despite the fact that it was medieval in nature and had some strange (but friendly) people and some even stranger rules. the villagers seemed happy and content to live there, but they all had grey-colored skin and abandoned their past names, adopting very descriptive smurf-like ones. the food tasted better than anything they had eaten before and no other water was as refreshing. the protagonists were suspicious of the town but decided to play along to see where this went, and the longer they stayed there, the more food they ate, the more water they drank, more similar they became to the habits of this strange land. later we discover that Santo Berço worked as a stomach. While it did provide to the people living there, it also fed on their essence, on what made them human, and I think that’s exactly what’s happening to the islanders.

[catierambles]

Sy meets Night Elves?

it never went anywhere but meh why not as I'm leveling my Arms Warrior through Pandamonium

“Uh…Captain, you seein’ this?” Syverson leaned forward in the truck, looking out of the windshield.

“A big fuck off tree in the middle of the goddamn desert? Yeah, I’m seein’ it.” Syverson said, “Matches the satellite images we got. Approach it, slowly though.”

“Yes, Sir.” Their speed decreased somewhat as they steered towards it, pulling up outside what looked like an entrance, an archway in the trunk. It was even more massive up close, the diameter stretching on what looked like endlessly and they could not see the top, just miles and miles of trunk and branches. “Holy shit.” They just sat there in the truck for a long moment, staring up at it before getting out as someone emerged from within, their armor strange. What skin they could see was dark, almost the color of a bruise and long thick ears jutted out from under thick dark hair, tapering to a point.

“State your business.” They ordered sternly.

“They can speak English.” One of the soldiers said and the woman gave him a withering look.

“Who speaks for you.” She said and Syverson stepped forward, drawing her attention.

“That would be me, Captain Syverson.” He said and held out his hand, “Ma’am.” She looked at it briefly but didn’t take it and he let his hand fall back to his side.

“You will come with me.” She said, “I will take you to the Mother Priestess.”

“To who?” Syverson asked and she sighed, clearly annoyed with the question.

“Our leader.” She said, “All outsiders are to be brought before her.”

“A meetin’ with your leader? Just like that?” He asked.

“Do not make me repeat myself.” She said and turned, walking back into the tree without another word and leaving them to follow. It was dark inside and smelled of earth, several other soldiers wearing the same armor looking at them curiously and with a hint of suspicion. “Step onto the platforms and hold onto the vines. You, Captain Syverson, will join me.” He stepped onto a platform with her, noticing how she stood a good foot taller than him, a curved sword strapped to her hip. His men stepped onto similar platforms and she gave some kind of signal, the platforms starting to rise and bringing them up through the tree, his hand tightening around the vine next to him as the ground shrank away. They eventually slowed to a stop and the woman stepped out into the open space. “Watch your step.” She said and he followed her, noticing his men come out of similar openings.

“Jesus.” He said, looking up and around him. There was an entire city of buildings and people inside, the dwellings seeming to have been grown out of the ground itself, but stone archways and walkways cut paths through the area. They were getting attention, more soldiers and what he guessed were civilians looking at them curiously, whispering to each other.

“Priestess.” The woman at his side said and he looked over as another joined them, this one wearing long robes that accentuated her figure, her skin also dark and her deep purple hair flowing down her back.

“More visitors!” She said excitedly, looking at all of them with a friendly smile. “Are you taking them before the Mother?”

“Yes, Priestess.” The soldier said.

“I’ll take them the rest of the way.”

“I don’t think--”

“It’s fine, Captain.” She said, “I’ve a good feeling about these ones.” There was a pause before the soldier nodded.

“Yes, Priestess.” She said, “This one is their leader.” She moved her head at Syverson and the Priestess looked at him, her smile widening a touch.

“Welcome!” She said and went to his side, looping her arm in his, looking down at him with solid light blue eyes that glowed softly.

“You will show respect when brought before the Mother.” The soldier said.

“That will be all Captain.” The Priestess said and turned her attention back to Syverson, “Shall we?”

“After you, ma’am.” He said with a nod and they started forward, moving through the city.

“Don’t mind the Sentinel Captain.” She said apologetically, “She’s always been a bit surly, and recent events have not improved her disposition.”

“Recent events, ma’am?” One of his men asked.

“You are not the first to come here.” She said, “There have been others and they have not been…kind. Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Elistrya, I’m a Priestess of the Goddess. It’s my honor to serve the Mother Priestess, Mavranda, who you will be meeting shortly.”

“What should I expect?” Syverson asked.

“Just be polite and courteous, and you’ll be fine. Also, please keep in mind that you are guests here, so try not to make any undue demands.” Elistrya said.

“I’m guessing the…others tried.” Syverson said.

“Oh, yes, quite rudely.” She said, “We offered anything they might need freely, but they insisted on trying to take more than was offered by force. It did not end well for them.”

“How’d you handle it?” Syverson asked.

“They were removed from the tree via the…direct route.” She said delicately.

“You threw them from the top, in other words.” Syverson said.

“I mean, not me personally,” She said, leaning into him briefly, “But the Sentinels made sure their return to the ground was as expeditious as possible.”

“Goddamn.” Syverson said, “Well, ma’am, we will be on our best behavior, you have our word on that. Right, gentlemen?” There was a chorus of agreement from behind him and she smiled again.

“Wonderful!” She said.

“So, ma’am,” One of his men started, “If you don’t mind my asking, what is this place?”

“Its name has no direct translation from our language to yours, unfortunately.” She said, “But the closest we’ve found in your mythology is the Yggdrasil, the World Tree. You may call it that if you wish.”

“And where’d y’all come from?”

“Oh, we’ve always been here.” Elistrya said, “Just slightly…out of step with your reality. Able to see but not interact.”

[goldendusk-if]

Mini(?) World Lore

The world of GoldenDusk actually has some....WORLD-BUILDING!!!

Yes, that is right a map and countries and history and information about each country.

So, this is just a lore dump I suppose. I mean the information I'll being dropping will also be able to be found in-game but...Who knows?

It could change at any time and how I format things. But anyway here's the World Lore & Map I have currently!

~Under the Cut~

World Map of GoldenDusk : Ladesh

Andus

Called 'The Country of Agriculture', Andus is a country of much land and people. It thrives on it's farms and many lakes for fish. It has fertile soil and warmer temperatures. Though there are two places in Andus where it is abnormal, a heat desert and a frozen desert. People who come from Andus have darker shades of skin from working in the sunny sky and have almost muted neutral shades of color for hair and eyes. It is a center for farming, fishing and many materials. It is currently in a 20/22 year-war with Nadripur.

Nadripur

Known as 'The Country of Holiness', Nadripur has a lot of inhabitants and land. It thrives on it's healing abilities and mystical properties found on the land and belief system. It has beautiful scenery, cooler temperatures and precious stones. Though most of the land is reserved for holy building and reservations. People who come from Nadripur have medium shades of skin, colored hair and light shades of brown eyes. It is a center for magic, divinity and many materials. It is currently in a 20/22 year war with Andus.

Thaca

Known as 'The Country of Wealth/Neutrality', Thaca is a small country but has many, many citizens for it's size. It thrives on it's trade and diplomacy. It has touristy beaches, and lots of cities. Though most of the land is dedicated for trade and tourists. People who come from Thaca have lighter shades of skin, dark colored hair and light cool colored eyes. It is a center for trade, diplomacy and money. It is a exclusively neutral country. Especially, since it lies in between Andus and Nadripur.

Kursganj

Known as 'The Country of Knowledge', Kursganj is a medium sized country and has a sizable population. It thrives on it's technology, research and magic. It has meticulously planned cities and large research center. Though most of the land is dedicated for research and government. People who come from Kursganj have medium-darker shades of skin, lighter shades of hair and medium warm colored eyes. It is a center for knowledge, research and education. It is sided with Nadripur even though they have never been on very friendly terms before the war.

Nusmardi

Known as 'The Country of Isolation/Secrets', Nusmardi is a smaller country and has a smaller population. It thrives on it's diverse climate and mystical 'charm'. It has ancient towns, cities and clear crystal water and jewels.Though most of the land is dedicated for the people and sanctuaries. People who come from Nusmardi have very diverse colors but tend to have light skin, and light colored eyes and hair. It is a center for tradition, magic, and art. It is a neutral country and being isolated it has many secrets which make it highly suspicious and a possible unknown ally for either side, and thus a possible unknown enemy.

Alisal

Known as 'The Country of Mystery/War', Alisal is a smaller country with an big island and has a unknown population. It thrives on it's weapons, ores and handmade products. It has scattered(almost hidden) villages, towns and numerous ancient ruins. Though most of the land is dedicated for war, hunting and is free land. People who come from Alisal have darker shades of skin, dark colored shades of hair and dark colored eyes. It is a center for materials, ancient history, war and tradition. It is sided with Andus though they themselves don't know much about their ally.

*P.S.- The 20/22 year thing is dependent based on which part of the game you are in as your age changes, I'll update it once I figure out what age(s) you are during most of the story. Right now it's based on Prologue ages.*

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Tsaritsa Faithful: The Holy Mother’s Succor

Tsaritsa x Follower! Reader

Tags: Fem reader is used! Cultish-like behavior is used, power imbalance, unhealthy relationship, reader is messed up in the head. POC- friendly(?) Since the reader is mostly covered up by the clothes so I won’t mention hair/skin/eye color. self-depreciation, Suicidal(?)

“When one is a neck too deep into the frigid cold, it only takes one notion to fully embrace the Mother’s shawl.”- Scribe

The greatest honor, standing side by side with the loving mother. If only your siblings were alive to see you now.

After overseeing her, bring judgment down to the criminal that dared to abuse the kindness of the queen. 

“That was magnificent, my Queen.” Praise is all you could do, your words were meaningless to sway her. Afterall, you are just a mere bottom-of-the-barrel follower.

Frigid sovereign looked over at the youthful looking devout, it doesn’t seem like she had aged. The soft clap of your hands can only be heard in this silent icy tomb. She could feel your adoring eyes behind the thin black veil, not one part of your skin was exposed to the never-ceasing winters of their cruel nation. Such a tiny smile can only be seen from your appearance alone. The masses could easily confuse you with a regular Fatuus agent given that your apparel matches similarly to those.

“Have you always kept that?” She had pointed at your statuette of herself next to the stairs that ascend to the throne.

“Yes, ever since then. I had always dreamed of you forgiving my family for their madness. You are the Goddess of Love, it is you who has shown us the path to our redemption,our salvation.” Your sincere honesty to the Cryo Archon pleases her.

“And what do you think?”

“I’m afraid you must be a bit clear, My Archon. This tiny one does not comprehend what you mean.” You admitted, you aren’t like the Jester whose grand scheme expands to tens of lifetimes into the future.

“The Fatui, our goal to take down the celestial bodies.” She plainly said.

“My Lady, if it is what you wished for the people. I shall take my stand at your side with my claymore to protect your ideals. You are the only hope in this world then I shall slay anyone you deemed unworthy.” your clasped hands noticeably tighten their hold on eachother.

“What if I find you unworthy?” With no hesitation, looking up. Only the veil that separates your gaze from the loving mother herself.

The mere notion that you offended her, rended you a failure. “Then, I, _____, Must die right here and now!” In a swift moment, frail hands grasp the dagger that was on your thigh and pointed at your heart in preparation of your glorified suicide attempt to please her. “Please, accept this sou of a soul!”

The silent handmaiden beside the Tsaritsa shrieked out of horror, this would be the worst of all she had seen. Not even the cruel actions of their Archon numbed her, yet there’s this undeniable revolt she had felt. A willing disposable pawn, one word and the newcomer will listen to it as if it were the gospel.

“Halt!” the sharp end made a cut upon her black attire. Thick yet small dribbles of blood trinkle out of her chest. “Do not put words in my mouth, devotee.” Hissed the lone ruler of ice. “I am merely testing you. You are only allowed to die once your mission is complete.”

In awe of her words, you teared up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. Loving Mother!” You bowed, your head touching the floor near the austere supreme’s feet. “This lowly servant shall follow and obey for your promised land!” In a sobbing mess, a mix of your tears and blood made contact on the floor. One could taste the salt and metal in the air.

“That is your oath to me.” Almost in ecstasy, you vowed in this fatally flawed yet righteous vessel of yours.

“Amen, My Lady.” You worshiped the Tsaritsa in your bloodied form. Obtaining disgusted looks from the peers.

A/n: she's nuts.

[dizzyditzyboy]

Hello hi people, I just need to get something off my chest and rant for a second

I hate hate HATE the "Pearl used to be White Diamonds pearl/is part of White Diamonds court" theory with a fiery passion!!!!

The only evidence towards this theory is that Pearl is the color white and has her gem at her forehead like White has and it drives me absolutely insane

I'll explain why under the cut cause I talk a lot

#1: Color Palletes and Gem Placement

So the main reason for the theory is cause Pearl's gem is on her forehead like White's gem is, and she's the same color as White

And in the show, all the Diamonds pearls also have the same gem placement and the same skin color

But the thing is though, it's not just the gem placement and skin tone that shows they were made to serve that specific diamond

All the pearls made for a specific diamond, also have every part of their form the same or similar color scheme to the diamond they were made for

They have lighter and less bold colors than the diamonds, and theur accessories matches with one of the parts of the diamond' s forms (Yellow Pearl being Yellow Diamond's shoulder pads, and Blue/Pink Pearl being their diamonds skirts)

And it's shown on homeword that if a gem was made for a specific diamond, their entire color pallete is just different shades of the colors their diamond has

For example Topaz and Aquamarine

Since they're both high ranking gems made for Yellow and Blue diamond specifically, they share most of the same colors as their assigned diamond, despite their gems not being in the same placement as them

It's the same for Holy Blue Agate, since she's also a high ranking gem made just to serve under Blue Diamond, her entire body is made up of different shades of blue (mostly), and Sapphires cause they're all rare aristocratic gems

But that's not the case for Pearl, the only part of her body that's similar to the color of white is her skin and even that's not actually the same color as white

Pearl is like slightly off white

White Damond is BLINDING

White Diamond so bright she was hard for Steven to look directly

And it's shown any gem who's under White's control, also becoles the same shade of white she is and shares her exact color pallete cause they are becoming her

If Pearl was made to be part of "White Diamonds Court", which I'll get to why that doesn't make sense in a second, she would have the exact same white, grey, and black colors in her form.

But she doesn't she has the color pallete of every single Diamond, and there's a reason for that too

But if Pearl was actually supposed to belong to White, her color scheme would be totally different (and probably be less friendly looking), and part of her form would resemble part of White's form (most likely her cape), or at the very least their gems would be same same color

I personally think that there are 2 reasons why some gems can have their respectice diamonds colors and some can't, is because high ranking gems having them is like a physical representation of how powerful and important they are during era 1 and 2 of Homeworld, that's why their colors are the exact same shade as their diamond. And for pearls it's because they're seen as "accessories" and not ad living beings, so when one is made for a specific diamond, they're made to have the same colors as them but a bit lighter and less bold because they rank lower than them and are just meant to stand next to them and look pretty. That's just my personal theory though.

Now color-wise that's one of the reason the theory Pearl belonged to White makes no sense, but there are other parts to it that make it makes even less sense

#2: White Diamonds Place On Homeworld

White Diamond has shown time and time again pre-redemptiom, that she is so much more different than any other gem that's been made inculding the other diamonds

It's because she is, or supposed to be, the perfect gem. That's what she was made to be, that is her purpose. It's because of this that she doesn't technically have a colony or a specific type of gem made for her, she's literally the creator of all the gems and IS every gem.

She doesn't have a specific colony because the entirety of homeworld is her court, every gem that's ever been made was made to serve under her. That's why all the other gems are many different colors, cause she's every color of the light. So saying Pearl belongs to White's court the same way that Yellow Pearl or Topaz is part of Yellow's court isn't entirely true.

She's the only gem of their kind who was made to look like that cause she's essentially just a gem god in their eyes pre-Steven Universe, so her having her own color-coded cour like the other diamonds wouldn't make that much sense cause she is the gem, and the only thing that can resemble her likeness is her. That's why any gem that does resemble her likeness just end up being a smaller version of her that she talks through and can command at her will.

Another small theory is that a reason why there's never been a gem that looks super similar to how White Diamond looks is because she is literally their god and having another gem that isn't her even slightly resemble her would be disrespectful cause it's like trying to make a smaller less powerful version of a god (maybe anyways)

I know this specific part of White Diamonds character might now be the most well known, but neither is the next part i'm about to explain

#3: Gems Are Mass Produced

Peridot said this when she was first starting to get reformed that there were hundreds of other pearls being flaunted around on homeworld

And in the show we see dozens of the same exact gem in shown in a group like Amethysts, Rubies, and Rose Quartz's

But they're army gems who are made to fight or gaurd stuff for Homeworld, so of course we get see tons of them together throughout the show

But the biggest thing that shows that gems are basically just mass produced tools made to serve the empire is during the ballroom scene in the "Together Alone" episode

Most of the gems in that ballroom looks almost identical to each other except for the shade of their skin, their hair, and their gem placement

It's a very great way (to me) to show that individuality does not matter on homeworld

Not every gem was made to be special, even the high ranking gems are reduced to cogs in the big machine in the eyes of the Diamonds, all of them are made to serve a specific purpose and follow the rules set in place for them

The only gems that actually matter and are supposed to be unique and one of a kind are the diamonds themselves

But despite that we never see that many pearls in Steven Universe, even after Era 3 started and all the gems were free, there weren't a lot of pearls on screen from what I remember

The only one's we really see are the Yellow, Blue, Pink, and Crystal Gem Pearl

Now pearls are the lowest ranking gems in the entire hierarchy of gem culture, all they're made to do is sing, dance, and look pretty standing next to the gem that they're assigned to

I think the reason we don't see many gems other than the diamonds own a pearl is because they're also a status symbol, a nice trophy you carry around as another way to flaunt how important you are to other gems

That would explain why the diamonds not only get their own pearl automatically, but also get one that matches them, cause they're the most importsnt gems of all

But the thing with Pearl is like I said earlier, she's multi-colored

She has white skin, and her clothes are mostly blue and yellow, and her socks are pink

Since Pearl doesn't have the exact color pattern as one specific, she doesn't belong to a specific diamond or court

She's a back-up", a replacement, a spare they can give to any gem who's lucky enough to be able to have one, or if one of the diamonds specially made pearls get taken away (Which is why she got given to Pink Diamond)

Since pearls are the lowest ranking gem, they probably are one of the most made gems cause they don't need that many resources and material to be made cause they aren't designed to do much

Or maybe cause they're so easy to make they make a few of them to last and store somewhere so they can assign them to whatever gem earns the status to have one

And in the movie, it's shown that the colors pearl has in her form is part of the "default setting" that proves more she can literally belong to any court

It's the same with Rubies, Amethysts, Jaspers, and Peridots

They don't match the colors of any of the diamonds either, they could be assigned to or made for any of the diamonds or any other gem that commands them, like pearls can

I think the lesser ranking of a gem you are, the more of you that's able to be made due to using less resources, and lacking a need to be assigned to a specific diamond cause all of them need you for the same purpose so it doesn't matter anyways who you belong to

Anyways that's my third and last reason why it doesn't make sense that Pearl originally belonged to or was part of White Diamonds court

I hope this made sense, I had a lot of thoughts to try and type out

I've mainly see this theory on tik tok and it makes my blood boil so much oh my god

[whatsinmytrunk1]

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[muttkep]

Greetings Rise fandom! I got another concept for you all!

This could be for its own au, but this is something I'm planning to add into my Dragon Turtles au. I got to thinking about how the turtles could advance with their mystic abilities after the events of the movie, and that's when I got the idea that the bros could gain familiars. Basically, think of these creatures as something like the Palismans from The Owl House, except instead of turning into staffs, they become more like totems, jewelry, or other small, inanimate objects that could be carried around in case of emergencies.

As for how they got them, I like to picture a sort of traveling market that popped up outside of Witch Town. That way all the bros can explore it out of curiosity without getting into trouble with the residents. And as for each one, they all chose the turtles based on a mystic connection. And each one is unique, so let's get into who got who:

Raph: Ursa Minor cub. Bears are classified as strong earth-based guardian spirits, but I wanted Raph's little buddy to be about more than just strength. I also wanted a mystic creature he could show a softer side with. One without worry of getting hurt by the amount of mental anguish suffered at the hands of the Krang turned possibly physical. Hence the decision to give Raph what is essentially a perfect sized teddy bear that also doubles as his mystic partner.

Donnie: Albino Basilisk. Now, I had quite a bit of debate on what to give Donnie as a familiar. I considered something like a rabbit or a cat, but that felt a bit too obvious or overdone. This version of Donnie deserved something unique, so I started looking for alternative animals. The basilisk stuck out to me in a few ways. One, snakes are usually connected to water. Two, making the creature albino means that it would have difficulties surviving, and would have to think outside the box to live in certain conditions. Kind of like Donnie and his soft shell. Making this serpent in particular a fast thinking/highly intelligent creature. Also, much like how Donnie could be misunderstood as a cold and closed off individual, so too are snakes. Snakes can be highly misunderstood as cold, efficient, killing creatures of evil, but some out there actually have calm and friendly temperaments. And while it would take Donnie a while to get over the creepy feeling of them crawling over him, the feel of the smooth skin would probably be great for someone who is theorized to have certain sensitivities to certain textures. Not to mention that the gentle massaging feels of them gently constricting him in a not-too-tight fashion could help keep him grounded in a mental spiral. (And yes, I based the design off of 2012's serpent Karai. it was an intentional reference)

Mikey: Phoenix. Mikey's was an obvious one for me to do. Being the most Mystically connected out of the brothers means he had the highest chances of bonding with a very powerful creature. Enter the phoenix, a firebird with the ability to be reborn from the ashes of an old life. Colorful, graceful, and powerful, the phoenix can also have a soft or even mischievous side to it. A fun-loving creature with great abilities to help a fledging mystic warrior like Mikey gain his proper footing in using them. Especially without hurting himself, like with the portal at the end of the movie. As well as helping him gain confidence to stand on his own when his brothers can't help him.

Leo: Kirin. Leo was also a hard one to figure out. I considered animals like stags, deer, elk and the like. But then, I remembered that Leo had a liking for Unicorns, however I didn't just want to give him a generic unicorn. That's when inspiration struck. I was revisiting the OVA series of Petshop of Horrors, and in the 4th episode, it talked about the Kirin. The Kirin is stated to be a holy beast, who serves no one but it's sovereign. Therefore, the person to gain possession of the Kirin, was destined to be a great ruler. That's when it all clicked into place. The Kirin is not only the Eastern equivalent to the unicorn, but a lot of what it represents could tie into Leo's struggles of being a better leader after the movie. Sovereign is another word for king or leader, and in ancient Chinese/general Asian lore, the arrival of a Kirin was meant to signify the coming or going of a great leading figure. A creature that was benevolent to its allies and had ruthless furry for its enemies. And not just anyone could choose a Kirin as a familiar or guardian spirit, it had to choose you. And after everything Leo went through, fears of failure, the pressures of leadership, the guilt of causing/nearly causing the apocalypse, he would need some kind of sign or reassurance that he was back on the right track. That he was improving and could be a good leader like Casey Jr. said. And what better way than to be chosen by a great mythic beast, with its own set of scars, to choose him to be its leader. If that doesn't prove Leo's leadership capabilities, I don't know what would.

Anywho, thanks for reading my crazed ramblings, and I hope you enjoy the content. Feel free to comment and let me know your thoughts on the concept. Hope to see you soon!

Characters mentioned are not mine, all referenced media belongs to their rightful owners. The artwork is mine only.