#Which eyelid color do you prefer?

[polling-sonic-fans]

Which do you prefer?

Blue eyelids

Tan eyelids

Blue + tan eyelids

Blinking pupils

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[creampuffqueen]

We need more yangvik headcanons!

you're right we absolutely do. here's a random collection of headcanons about them separately and together <3

yangchen has a very phenomenal singing voice (which is kinda canon) but doesn't really recognize it

despite having lived in the earth kingdom for several years, kavik has an abysmal spice tolerance

since she has to spend so much time appearing formal for all her meetings and work, whenever yangchen gets away from that she sits in the weirdest positions possible. i'm talking backwards, upside down, you name it. she will not sit in a chair properly if she doesn't need to

again, already based of canon, but her sleep schedule is completely wild as well. she's wide awake at 2 a.m but falling asleep at her desk at 4 p.m. she goes through periods of being basically nocturnal. and periods of not sleeping whatsoever

conversely, kavik is a very deep sleeper, and not a morning person in the slightest. he can wake up early if he has to, but will do so with a high amount of complaining

yangchen is extremely competitive, especially in regards to physical sports/games (airball captain, anyone?) when she's in the zone it's kind of scary honestly

kavik and yangchen are very close in height. during the events of the books kavik is slightly taller, but at some point afterwards yangchen has a late growth spurt and ends up being just barely taller. she never lets him forget this

the two of them are honestly just. huge fucking nerds. kavik is a math nerd, yangchen is a history/politics nerd, together they can nerd out for hours, and frequently do

before they actually get together they have a bit of an unspoken arrangement of occasionally falling asleep together. it happens by accident a few times while working late, and both enjoy it way more than they want to let on. it begins to happen more frequently, especially as they subtly begin to recognize how yangchen has less nightmares whenever it happens

it takes yangchen quite a bit to start recognizing her feelings for kavik. both because of her trust issues and also because she hasn't ever really had a close friend like him before, and isn't sure what kind of feelings constitute as romantic vs. platonic

continuing the above, i also headcanon yangchen as being both demisexual and aroflux. for those unfamiliar with the terms, demisexual is where someone needs a strong emotional bond with someone before their feelings can develop further, and aroflux is a romantic orientation where someone's ability to feel romantic attraction fluctuates. (at least, i hope that's a good definition of those terms; these are not my personal identities so i've had to do a bit of research on them). all that to pretty much say yangchen has a bit of a complex relationship with romantic feelings

though despite this i do consider yangchen and kavik's relationship to be explicitly romantic. regardless of how yangchen feels on the daily about romance, they have a really deep, caring bond that is always there

both of their favorite colors are blue! yangchen really likes a deep ocean blue (the color of kavik's eyes) while kavik prefers a lighter sky blue (the color of yangchen's tattoos)

^^^^^ seriously they're so obsessed with each other

as much as they love just making out whenever they have the chance, i also think they both have a lot of love for non-lip kisses too. kavik always loves to kiss her forehead and eyelids, and loves when she kisses his chin/jaw. yangchen loves to kiss his shoulders and hands, and loves when he kisses her wrists

and last but not least, a couple of my sort of... distant future headcanons? i guess?

personally i don't see either of them wanting/having kids, for all kinds of reasons

also i know that it was "confirmed" that yangchen lives to 155, but that is something i will never, ever, accept or believe. i've already posted about how it was a stupid fan theory, and unfortunately said stupid fan theory became "canon" for some reason. (again, not accepting it). not only does it do a huge disservice to yangchen's character, it also doesn't even make sense within the wider atla timeline or universe. believe whatever you want, but i will be out here believing that yangchen lives to a solid but normal age, somewhere in her 80s-90s

again, everything in this post is just a headcanon, so feel free to accept/reject as many or as few as you'd like! it's all just for fun, really. thank you so much for the ask, i hope you enjoy!

[konniesreality]

I'm going to try to write them down again, I seriously can't remember haha.

1. When you entered the void, what happened to the intrusive thoughts, i.e., did you let them come and go or how? It's very confusing for me (When you affirmed I am, did you concentrate on the affs?)

2. When you entered the void, did you relax? If so, how did you do it?

3. Why do you think focusing on the blackness behind the eyelids is a good idea when it comes to entering the void?

4. I have seen many publications about the void, especially yours, I like that you make it look so simple, but, for you what is the key to enter the void, that is to say that you say, you do this and that's it, you enter the void.

This is not the way the questions I sent you were, but I tried to rephrase them so that they were as similar as possible.

Thank you

Ahh thank you love and I apologize for the confusion! So on to answer all of your questions… 😊

1. In the void state, you don’t have any thoughts! So all intrusive thoughts, doubts, the 3D, your body, everything disappears and this is our true form. And yes, when I affirm for the void you focus on your affirmations and on relaxing.

2. Yes, I did relax! I relaxed because I was about to fall asleep and I affirmed I AM as I was falling asleep. Feel free to stop affirming when you feel yourself falling asleep and you’ll still end up in the void state. You can relax for the void with a normal meditation that’s 5-10 minutes (just search up 5 minute or 10 minute guided meditation to relax depending on your preferences) there’s also isha Kriya which is very powerful, yoga nidra and more <3

3. Focusing on the black behind your eyes is what the void state looks like (may vary for some people, because some people want their void to be a different color) the void state in itself is a pitch black space and focusing on the black behind our eyes helps us take focus off of our thoughts and get a feel of what the void is like, in my opinion. It helps regardless.

4. The key to the void state is to stop over complicating it, lay down and affirm, don’t focus on time or your body, and most importantly RELAX. You can get your dream life and desires just by laying down, relaxing and affirming. That’s the key and it’s EASY!!

Hope this helped love 💗💗

[letterstoear]

Leaving lipstick marks

Notes: Fem Reader! (just made it with a female MC in mind, but there's no use of pronouns), Suitor x reader, fluff, established relationship.

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Characters: Isaac, Mozart, Charles and Napoleon

Isaac:

Thought it was just a normal day where you were peppering him with kisses all over and Isaac went about his day like usual. Sure you had a small giggle, but he figured you were just so over the moon in love. When you pulled away and saw your smile he was still clueless that is till he met the usual suspects.

Before Isaac could even leave the mansion, he’s hearing chuckles from the other residents. Which causes him to freak out, Isaac was used to the normal teasing but not like this. There was Dazai and Arthur who were making cheering noises and commenting how jealous the two were.

Even Napoleon had a small chuckle leaving his lips as he saw the lipstick marks all over Isaac. In fact, it’s probably one of the older residents who informs Isaac about his love marks. Leonardo will walk over after making his teasing remarks to inform Isaac. He’ll also help him remove the lipstick marks you left.

Once he reaches you after the incident, he’s a blushing mess telling you about all the teasing he endured. Not like he’s going to prevent you from kissing him though.

Mozart:

With your hand on the back of Mozart’s head you were devouring him with your kisses. One on his neck, cheek, lips, and even the tips of his ears. All across his face is a flutter of your lips as you mark him. You wanted to proudly show off your lover, the love of your life.

Then, when everything is all over, Mozart wipes it all off. Much to your dismay all of your artwork is lost, it was momentary. Whatever could you do, Mozart was a clean freak, so he wanted to be kept clean. However, he would never object to you kissing him again.

No, in fact he wanted you to kiss him all over again, not that he would admit it. Instead, Mozart will have to settle with kissing you like how did to him.

From the tips of your ear to your eyelids, he’s covering you in his love. Plus, you’re also getting marked at the same time. Why, Mozart left some of the lipstick which got rubbed off onto his lips.

While it wasn’t nearly as clear as your lip marks had been on Mozart, he definitely left some kiss marks. A proud smile on his face after having just kissed you all over, he too wants everyone to know you’re his.

Charles:

He’s way too proud of your lipstick marks. I imagine he’ll even ask you to leave some on him if he really likes the color of your lipstick. Charles is in no way shy when it comes to affection.

Oh, you better believe he’s fully aware of lipstick on him but does not care. What’s so wrong about showing off the love he’s received. He’ll even put on lipstick to mark you when he feels like it.

Man has no shame, and he sees no need to feel shame, but Faust may have other ideas. Most likely makes Vlad feel single and bothers Faust of Charles “unkept” appearance.

Napoleon:

A lovesick fool who wasn’t too into the idea at first. If the two of you enjoyed it the first time he’s got no problems if you wanna do it all over again.

Oh, but he’s strict about when you could do it. If he has to go into town, he would prefer if you don’t leave lipstick marks on him. Napoleon just doesn’t want to explain it to the little kids he teaches. Other than that, you’re all good.

Want to leave lipstick marks on him then go to dinner, go ahead. He might regret whipping it off at the end of the day though. Like to him it’s saying goodbye to an act of your love. Which is why Napoleon will want you to do it all over again, when given the chance.

[byuteablanc]

One Human and a Whole Lotta Bones! | Skeleharem x Gender Neutral Reader

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Chapter Five: Black Out

You were getting dressed, pulling up your pants. You felt like your eyelids were about to plummet with the way you were fighting to keep your eyes open.

Taking a deep breath, you attempted to ignore the migraine developing all over your head. Putting in your shirt, the sudden tension on your head made it infinitely worse. It was like someone was putting nails to the chalkboard of your brain, ringing through your whole body with an unending screech.

You felt uneasy, realizing you were even leaning a little to the right. Going into a momentary t-pose to steady yourself, you turn your desk chair towards you and sit in it for a moment.

You could feel the weight of your own saliva pooling in your mouth, your automatic swallowing suddenly became manual. You felt like you wanted to hurl.

You groan, attempting to rub your temples to soothe the pain. Unfortunately this was a futile effort, your pain spread farther than where your fingers could all reach. Mustering the energy, you stand up on your two feet, motivating yourself to keep going.

Grabbing your back pack from its place beside your desk, you haul it onto your back. It feels way heavier than usual. Maybe it was the fatigue?

You exited your room, closing the door behind you. You dragged your body across the hallway and to the stairwell. Looking down at it, it seemed a lot bigger than usual. You gripped the railing, cautiously stepping down to the main floor. Every step seemed to seep your energy more and more and more, it felt like you were descending down a steep cliff with heavy equipment.

You finally reached the ground floor, surprisingly having not fallen. You suddenly felt triumphant. You continued your walk up to the kitchen, Blue and Edge were exchanging conversation while Blue washed the dishes.

“SO YEAH, THE GIRL EXPLODED. SAD STORY REALLY— HELLO HUMAN!” Edge greeted, noticeably not calling you by your name.

“Hey,” you replied, your fatigue showing.

“OH GREAT TORIEL Y/N, YOU LOOK A MESS!” Blue commented, stopping his dish washing to momentarily study you.

Your eyes blinked asynchronously in response.

Wait, why was a nineties style version of Blue standing next to him.

“NOBODY WILL BELIEVE YOU, BRAH.” 90’s Blue commented.

You were horrified.

Suddenly, your shoulders were grabbed and you felt your body conflate back and forth. You looked up to Edge, who was apparently shaking you. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, HUMAN? ARE YOU BROKEN OR SOMETHING?” Edge exclaimed, which made your migraine scream in agony.

“EDGE! STOP THAT! YOU SEEM TO BE HURTING THEM! AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT THEIR FACIAL EXPRESSION LOOKS LIKE.” Blue reprimanded, grabbing Edge’s right arm. “BUT SERIOUSLY THOUGH, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU Y/N?”

Your head was pounding, you felt like your skull was melting, and all the colors around you seemed to both be brighter and meld together. You were still seeing weird 90’s Blue who was whispering cryptic nonsense into your ear which you tried to ignore.

“My head…Please… Quiet…” Were the only words you could muster before everything faded to black.

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EDGE’S POV

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“My head…Please… Quiet…” Y/N MUTTERED.

Y/N THEN WENT SLICK IN MY ARMS, QUICKLY REPOSITIONING THEM TO CATCH Y/N BEFORE THEY FELL TO THE GROUND.

“I DIDN’T DO IT! I SWEAR!” I QUICKLY DEFENDED MYSELF.

BLUE EXHALED, LOOKING QUITE NERVOUS ABOUT THE SITUATION. “I KNOW EDGE! WHAT DO WE DO?”

“I DON’T KNOW!! WHAT DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD DO??” I REPLIED BACK, STILL HOLDING A LIMP HUMAN NOODLE IN MY HANDS.

“I HAVE NO IDEA!! MAYBE WE SHOULD TAKE THEM TO THE HOSPITAL?” BLUE THOUGHT IN RESPONSE, LOOKING NOTABLY PANICKED.

TAKING A DEEP BREATH, I THEN EXHALED. I, THE MOST EVIL PAPYRUS WILL NOT FALTER AT SUCH A PREDICAMENT! “WE SHOULD CALL CINNABAR! HE HANGS AROUND THE HUMAN OFTEN, HE SHOULD KNOW WHAT TO DO!”

“AGREED!” BLUE REPLIED, PULLING OUT HIS PHONE AND DIALING THE AFOREMENTIONED THING. BEFORE CINNABAR COULD EVEN SAY HELLO, BLUE YELPED, “THE HUMAN FAINTED AND WE DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!”

“What??!!!” CINNABAR RESPONDED, SEEMINGLY ATCTGE TOP OF HIS LUNGS. “Oh Great Toriel! I’m On My Way!”

BEFORE ME OR BLUE COULD EVEN GET A WORD IN, HE HUNG UP. “SOME HELP THAT WAS!” I HUFFED, FRUSTRATED.

“MAYBE WE SEARCH UP WHAT TO DO??” BLUE SUGGESTED, I CONCURRED. WE MIGHT BE RUNNING OUT OF TIME! CINNABAR WOULD KILL THE BLUE IF THE HUMAN DIED ON HIS WATCH. BUT WITH I, CINNABAR WOULD NEVER EVEN DARE FACE ME!

“OK SO, THE INTERNET SAYS TO CHECK FOR A PULSE!” BLUE ANNOUNCED, SQUINTING TO ANALYZE THE SEARCH RESULTS BEFORE HIM. I QUICKLY PINCHED THE HUMAN’S WRIST, I FELT A PULSE. THE HUMAN, EVEN WHILE UNCONSCIOUS, SEEMED TO WINCE AT MY TOUCH. I FELT AN UNFAMILIAR PRICK OF A FEELING IN MY SOUL.

“DON’T BE TOO HARD EDGE! HUMANS ARE FRAGILE!”

“I KNOW THAT!” I SNAPPED BACK, TAKING BLUE SLIGHTLY OFF GUARD.

I SIGHED. “WHAT ELSE DID THE RESULTS SAY?”

BLUE PIPED UP, REMINDED OF HIS OBJECTIVE. “OH! THEY SAID TO, IF THE PULSE IS STILL GOING, CALL EMERGENCY RESPONSE!“

I LOOKED AT BLUE INCREDULOUSLY FOR A MOMENT.

“YEAH I DON’T WANNA DO THAT EITHER MWEHEH…” HE TOOK A PAUSE, SMILING AWKWARDLY. “BUT IT DID SAY THAT WE CAN JUST LAY THE HUMAN DOWN IN THE MEANTIME!”

LISTENING TO HIS INFORMED ADVICE, I WALK TO THE DEN TO LAY THE HUMAN DOWN.

“NOW WHAT?” I INQUIRE, CROSSING MY ARMS.

BLUE PONDERS FOR A MOMENT, “THE HUMAN DID SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THEIR HEAD BEFORE FAINTING, WHICH LEADS ME TO BELIEVE SOMETHINGS WRONG WITH IT!”

BLUE ADDS ON, “AND IF HUMAN HEAD AILMENTS ARE ANYTHING LIKE OURS, THE HUMAN MIGHT BENEFIT FROM A COLD CLOTH TO THE FOREHEAD!” HE PAUSES FOR A SECOND. “UH, I-I’LL GO GET IT!”

NOW LEFT WITH THE UNCONSCIOUS HUMAN, I CAN’T HELP BUT STARE AT THE HUMAN. THEIR EXPRESSION IS FILLED WITH THIS… NONCHALANT AGONY? LIKE THEY’RE GOING THROUGH A LOT, BUT AREN’T ABLE TO SHOW IT. I THINK I FEEL—

“BACK!” BLUE EXCLAIMED, SNAPPING ME FROM MY THOUGHT. “HERE YOU GO HUMAN, PLEASE FEEL BETTER!” BLUE PLEADS, PLACING THE SLIGHTLY DAMP, COLD TOWEL ON THEIR FOREHEAD.

“THEY’RE NOT CONSCIOUS, IDIOT.” I ROLLED MY EYES.

BLUE FROWNED. “YEAH EDGE, I CAN SEE THAT! I’M JUST WISHING THEM WELL! — IT’S CALLED BEING NICE.”

“WHAT’S WORTH BEING NICE WHEN THEY CAN’T EVEN HEAR YOU?” I RAISED A BROW.

BLUE LOOKED SURPRISED. “WOW, SO YOU ONLY LIKE TO GIVE GOOD WISHES WHEN PEOPLE CAN HEAR YOU?”

I UNCROSSED MY ARMS, LAYING THEM ON MY HIPS ARGUMENTATIVELY. “THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID—!”

“BUT THAT’S WHAT YOU MEANT…” BLUE EYED ME.

I SNARLED. “NO, YOU BUMBLING BASTARD!”

“‘BASTARD’?! HOW DARE YOU, YOU RAPSCALLION!” BLUE RETORTED.

I BEGAN TO CHUCKLE. “‘RAPSCALLION’? AND HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?”

“OLDER THAN YOU.”

“I CAN TELL, YOU’RE CERTAINLY MORE DECREPIT!”

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Cinnabar’s Pov

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I Hate Traffic. I Hate Human Biology. I Hate Everything.

Of Course Someone Had An Accident On The Freeway. And Of Course, In A Frenzy Trying To Get Home, I Didn’t Check The Traffic Report!!

So, Now I’m Stuck In A Sea Of Cars While My Dearest [Y/n] Is In Desperate Need Of Me!

Oh My Mind Is Just Running With Possibilities. What If [Y/n] Was Currently Choking On Pain Meds? What If Edge And Blue Were Just Arguing Over What To Do And Not Actually Helping? What If Those Two Idiots Lit [Y/n] On Fire Thinking It Would Help?

Anything Could Happen With Those Two…

Anything!!!

I Just Have To Get Back Home!

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BLUE’S POV

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I HATE EDGE!

HE’S SO RUDE ALL THE TIME! I’M CONVINCED HE CAN ONLY SAY MEAN THINGS!

WE’RE CURRENTLY ON OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE ROOM WITH OUR ARMS CROSSED, LOOKING AWAY FROM EACH OTHER.

“ARE YOU READY TO APOLOGIZE?” EDGE ASKED, WITH A DISTINCT SNARK TO IT.

I TURNED AROUND TO MEET HIM. “ME? APOLOGIZE?? YOU’RE THE ONE THAT NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE!” I YELL, POINTING AT HIM ACCUSINGLY.

EDGE LAUGHED IN MY FACE. “ I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU’RE THIS IMMATURE! WAIT, I CAN BELIEVE IT!” HE TOOK A PAUSE TO CONTINUE LAUGHING. “ME CALLING YOU DECREPIT IS A FACT, YOU HAD TO REALIZE IT EVENTUALLY.”

I SIGHED, SMIRKING IN ANGER. “FINE, IF *I’M DECREPIT, THEN YOU’RE A RAGING, FUSSY BABY! I NEED EARPLUGS JUST TO BE AROUND YOU!!”

“WELL AT LEAST I ENUNCIATE MY PRESENCE. BETTER TO MAKE MYSELF KNOWN THAN BE OBSOLETE.” EDGE RETORTED, ONCE AGAIN LOOKING SNARKY AND FULL OF HIMSELF.

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THAT EDGE. WE ALL LITERALLY *LIVE TOGETHER! YOUR “PRESENCE”— I USE AIR QUOTES —“IS ALREADY KNOWN!” I EXPLAIN, ABOUT READY TO FACE PALM.

“WELL.. I JUST FIND IT NECESSARY!”

I CHORTLE. “GOOD TORIEL EDGE, A 4 YEAR OLD COULD COME UP WITH A BETTER COMEBACK.”

EDGE’S EYE SEEMED TO TWITCH. “YOU LITTLE SHIT!“

HE SUMMONED A LARGE BONE AND ATTEMPTED TO SLICE ME WITH IT. I DODGE IT WITH EASE, EDGE’S STRIKES ARE CHILD’S PLAY!

“WOW EDGE, YOU CAN’T DO WORDS WELL SO YOU RESORT TO VIOLENCE! TYPICAL..” I TURNED MY HEAD AWAY SMIRKING, ACTING MATURE OF COURSE!

HE WENT TO SLICE ME AGAIN, MISSING ME BY A WIDE MARGIN. I LAUGHED, “YOU FIGHT LIKE AN UNEXPERIENCED CADET! ARE YOU SURE YOU’RE A ROYAL GUARD?”

EDGE GUFFAWED, LOOKING SURE OF HIMSELF. “I WOULDN’T SPEAK SO SOON...” HE POINTED HIS BONE SWORD TO THE FLOOR.

FOLLOWING THE GESTURE WITH MY EYE LIGHTS, I GASPED.

“MY JACKET!” I EXCLAIMED, SEEING THE LOWER HALF OF IT ON THE FLOOR. I FALL TO MY KNEES IN MOMENTARY DEFEAT.

“DIDN’T TAKE ME FOR A TAILOR NOW DID YOU? I WOULD SAY THIS IS MY BEST WORK!” EDGE GLOATS, CONTINUING, “I HAVE THE HONOR OF WORKING ON YOUR

*FAVORITE

***JACKET.”

THE ROOM GETS DARK.

I HOLD THE REMAINS OF MY JACKET IN MY HANDS. SCOWLING SO HARD MY FANGS SHOW, I SUMMON BONE OF MY OWN BEFORE STANDING UP. “OK ASSHOLE, YOU’RE ON.”

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Your POV

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You were currently dreaming, imagining a fight between two bears.

You were strangely locked in place, forced to hear the bickering before you. You weren’t even able to break up the fight with your words, whenever you tried to speak bubbles came out??

You were so seriously irritated that you wanted to cover your ears, but you couldn’t even do that!

The argument itself came out as just a bunch of nonsensical groans as the two bears snarled at each other. You were weirdly trying to follow along with what the bears were saying, not really making any of it out. They both were definitely evenly matched in shouting, your ears paid the price.

Then one bear pushed the other.

Suddenly, the argument between the two bears sprung into a frenzy of physical attacks. Claws were out. Fangs were brandished. Nothing could get these two to quit it. They upset the surrounding area to a moderate degree, leaving claw marks and cracks in their wake.

The dream then pivoted to a different bear on a unicycle, trying his best to navigate through the forest that kept getting in his way. You were even more confused by this, but was honestly relishing the quiet panic of this bear over the chaos of the others. You found yourself rooting for the bear, hoping he could get to his destination.

But you can’t ever be happy so you turn back to the angry bears, still exchanging blows and decimating the area around their anger.

As if it was the climax to their fight, in their tizzy, they knocked over a nearby tree creating a loud

BOOOOM!!

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Cinnabar’s Pov

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“Finally, I’m Off The Freeway!“ I Exclaim To Myself, Letting Out A Sigh Of Relief.

My Mind Was Consumed By A Fantasy Of A Knight In Shining Armor And His Damsel In Distress, Coming To Save Them From A Terrible Ailment. I’m The Knight Of Course, And [Y/n], My Handsome Damsel. “I’m Coming My Beloved!”

Opening My Eyes To Reality, I Abruptly Came To A Stop When The Car In Front Of Me Got Too Close. I Frowned, Frustrated, Leaning To The Side To See What Was In Front. There Was *Another Car Accident!

I Took A Deep Breath.

“AHHH-“

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Your POV

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You abruptly jolted awake by the loud noise, eyes wide, heart beating from being startled.

You looked in the direction of the noise, seeing the nice center table in the den in two splintered pieces. The glass that ordained parts of it cracked and disfigured.

Blue is on top of Edge, pinning him down with one of those bones that skeletons can apparently summon at will.

Broken out of their angered stupor, the two realize what they’ve done and quickly get up to survey the damage. And they notice that you’re up.

Looking between you and the broken coffee table, Edge starts. “IT WAS HIS FAULT!” He points to Blue.

“WHAT?? FIRST OF ALL, YOU STARTED IT! SECOND, YOU DESTROYED MY JACKET—“

Edge cut off Blue. “AHEM! YOU MEAN MADE IT BETTER.”

Ignoring him, Blue continued. “THIRD, THIS IS NOT MY FAULT!”

“IS TOO!”

“IS NOT!”

“IS TOO!”

“And here I thought my dreams had no tie to reality.” You interrupted, fully turning to the two skeletons.

They look perplexed at what you could possibly be talking about. “Look guys, I really don’t feel like playing middle man today. Regardless of who did it, you both need to take care of this mess you made.” You scold, while holding your head.

Edge sighs, “THE HUMAN IS RIGHT. DESPITE OUR TRIBULATIONS, WE MUST FIX THIS BEFORE SANS GETS HOME AND MOUTHS OFF TO THE BOTH OF US…”

“FINE, BUT ONLY BECAUSE I REFUSE TO BE IN TROUBLE ON THE SAME LEVEL AS YOU,” Blue huffed, crossing his arms.

You clapped ceremoniously, a little smile peaking out from your tired face. But wait, “Now how do you fix this actually? Where would you even get a new table that looks identical to that one?”

“SIMPLE [Y/N]! MAGIC~” Blue answered, jazz hands accompanying his display.

Bursting through the door, the loud but terribly fast stomps of Cinnabar’s boots were coming towards you. He finally found you in the den and then scooped you up in a concerned bear hug.

“Darling! I Was So Worried! You Couldn’t Leave Those Boneheads To Watch A Rock..” Cinnabar let you go, glaring at the two skeletons.

“HEY, THAT WAS ONE TIME!” Edge yelled back, crossing his arms.

“But That One Time Ended Up With Two Laurels!”

“MAYBE LAUREL ALWAYS WANTED A TWIN ANYWAY?” Blue shrugged awkwardly, wearing a crooked smile.

Cinnabar sighed, putting a finger to his temple. “Regardless, You’re Okay Right?” He spoke to you.

“Yeah, just a faint of exhaustion,” you waved off, as if that wasn’t something the concerned about. You take a look at your watch, “and now I have class in like twenty minutes so I need to skedaddle—“ You were stopped before you could continue.

“No.” Cinnabar said blankly.

“No?”

“No! Of Course Not! You’re Skipping Today! I Mean There Is So Much To Say! From The Fainting, To You Waving Off The Fainting, To The- OH MY STARS WHY IS THE TABLE IN PIECES?” He jerked back a little.

“DAMMIT, HE NOTICED..” Edge frowned

You decided to stick up for them. “It’s fine! They’re going to get a replacement—!”

“I Mean Do You Guys Even Think?! [Y/n] Could’ve Been Hit In The Crossfire Of Your Squabble That Led To This!”

You tried to interject, but ended up being cut off again.

“Do You Have Any Idea The Repercussions That Could Have? [Y/n] Would Have To Go To The Hospital And They’d Ask “Oh, what got you so hurt? Was it a car accident?” And Then [Y/n] Would Say “Oh no, it was just my roommates!” Which Would Cause Concern Because You Know, We’re MONSTERS! ItTookMeSoLongToConvinceSansAndRedThatAHumanCouldLiveHereAndYouWereThisCloseTo RUINING THAT FOR ME!!!”

There was a silence in the room as Cinnabar caught his breath, you could barely understand what he said at the end of that diatribe but he seemed incredibly passionate. You felt bad for him, but you were happy he cared so much.

You also felt bad for the two squabblers that just got the scolding of the century. You could almost laugh at the two’s faces if they weren’t so perturbed by Cinnabar’s rage.

Taking in his last breath, Cinnabar spoke, “Sorry Dear, You Didn’t Deserve To See That. You Two Didn’t Either, Even If You’re Stupid. But Whew I Needed That, Rush Hour Is Not A Fun Time Monsters And Human!”

You wanted to say something and were preparing to speak until Cinnabar, once again, cut you off.

“Sorry Darling There’s Just One More Thing I Must Say And Then I’m Done And Then You’re off to bed: You Can’t Just Get Another Version Of The Same Table, No Two Tables Are The Same Even With Magic. And Who Would Most Definitely Notice That?”

“RUSS..” Blue and Edge said in sad unison.

“You’re Going To Have To

TELL SANS..” They all said in unison.

“Now, What Did You Wish To Say?”

“I honestly forgot at this point.”

With a flop, the cold towel on your forehead plopped to the ground.

“Yeah you’re right Cinnabar I’m gonna go take a nap.” You say, picking up the towel from the ground and walking away, leaving the scene.

“HEH, THAT’S WHAT DOES IT FOR YOU?” Blue uttered, giggling

“Wait For Me, Darling! I’d Love To Have An Impromptu Cuddle Session!” Cinnabar called to you in a sing-song voice, also walking away from the scene.

As the you and Cinnabar walked to your room, the two living room chaotics were left to their own devices.

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT,” Edge muttered.

Blue rolled his eyelights, “OH SHUT UP.”

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[missamyrisa2]

15 questions for 15 friends:

Thanks for thinking of me for these questions, @lady-featherquill ~ this is like mmmmh a certain kind of tingle blushhh tickle for me to be called on~

Were you named after anyone?: Yess I was named after Burl Ives, but you wouldn't know it because I spell and pronounce my name differently~

When was the last time you cried?: I made the mistake of thinking about The Lion King a few hours ago~

Do you have kids?: I make kids all the time. Like crying over the lion king because I randomly was thinking about how real to life the animation was of Simba pulling on Mufasa's ear and holygodddddd he was trying to wake his dad up whyyyyyyy are animators so supremely great at heartsqueezing~~~ I'm just kidding. That was a kid.

What sports do you play/have you played?: all of them I think~ I live by the fake it until you make it mindset and I'm still figuring out the latter part of that. But I did study pickleball thoroughly under its venerable founder, The Earl of Pickle

Do you use sarcasm?: William Shakesman said that's the lowest form of brevity so I try to avoid it whenever possible, also I'm horrendously bad at it to where I sound completely sincere and this has resulted in one too many punches to the face because, surprisingly if you poorly sarcastically announce you'd really love to be just hit in the face there are a LOT of people who are all too eager to jump in~

What is the first thing you notice about people?: That they're always trying to figure out if I hate them because I had a fairly consistent RBF crossed with an inclination to be mysterious. Through online interactions I first take note of their comma frequency because that says so much about a person's Oxford-related preferences.

What's your eye color?: Blue or green or grey depending which type of light you shove in my face, followed by whatever my eyelid is because moonlight makes me squint

Scary movies or happy endings?: I like the ones where nothing is really resolved and the story just sort of stops because everyone gave up and it was probably lunchtime so f*ck it~

Any talents?: I can do a hair flip like nobody's business, which is to say no one should ever be in the business of doing such hair flips because I've knocked over more cups and hit my head on more things than anyone should do in five lifetimes.

Where were you born?: I'm fairly certain I've always been, because whenever I attempt to find the record of my birth Mr. Tumnus plays an enchanting tune and I wake up in a cold room.

What are your hobbies?: arguing on the Internet and street corners why Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 is better than Brotherhood. I took up the hobby after some guy stole my bicycle which was an outrage, but that was his hobby and he imparted the wisdom which set me on my path which is that a hobby is something that makes you completely miserable and spreads that misery onto anyone unfortunate enough to share your space.

Do you have any pets?: No, no one ever wants to pet me and it's probably because of the below answer

How tall are you?: 6'2

Favorite subject in school?: History. Not so much for the subject matter but because memorizing facts comes obscenely easy to me and I loved writing excessively lengthy essays which went nowhere and were loaded with as many funny words as I could muster like trying to relate an unrelated event to the future of filibustering.

Dream job?: Tending a lighthouse so I could make giant shadowpuppets over the water and make alligator mouths eat the ships.

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[milkytheholy1]

It's my favourite colour

Request: I don’t really know if your ask box isnopen so I really hope it is.

could I maybe ask for a rise Donnie x reader (female is preferable but Gender neutral is alright with me) where the reader’s favorite color is purple and she always wears it. Then one day she’s sitting in the lab with Donnie when he can’t stop staring and eventually the reader makes a joke like: “what? You wanna kiss me or smth?” And he just takes it seriously and nods.

I dunno. Brain doing brain things.

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The lair was oddly quiet to say it was so close to the weekend, while the two days off didn't really mean anything to the turtles, it meant a lot to you and April. Those two days would give you a break from school and work, allowing you to chill out at home and in the lair with the boys.

Speaking of which, you couldn't see any of the turtle brothers as you entered their underground home, which was weird, to say the least. Your black detective coat hung around your form, protecting your insides from the cold blizzards up above. The edges of the coat swayed romantically as you stalked around the lair; assuming the teens to be pulling another prank on you.

However, no prank came. They were simply nowhere in sight, not even Splinter or Draxum were around. But the tell-tale sound of machine parts roaring in the distance alerted you to where one turtle could be; your favourite turtle too. You skipped towards Donnie's lab, you had actually been meaning to talk to the turtle, you drastically needed someone to reread your English paper and Donnie was just the guy.

Walking into the wide metal doors, the smell of oil and burnt iron invaded your senses. Over in the corner of the room, with his shell facing towards you, was Donnie. 

"Hey, D." you beamed, already giddy by his presence. You strolled up to his side, watching as he tinkered with parts you couldn't even name, "Greetings," was all he said. You looked around the expansive lab, searching for something specific in mind, "If you're looking for your chair, it's over by Shelldon." Donnie stated, not even looking away from his project. 

You blushed, he knew you so well or were you just becoming predictable. Patting Shelldon's lifeless head, you picked the chair up, knowing better than to drag it across the floor. Once it was perched not too closely to Donnie's side, you shimmied off your coat and draped it across the back of your seat. 

Donnie gave you a side eye, studying yet another purple outfit. Did you know how much you were killing him by wearing his colour? Did you even know what it was doing to him? You had been wearing purple all week, coming down in extremely fashionable outfits that all followed the central theme of purple.

It's like you were playing some game, a very sick and sadistic little game. But Donnie couldn't help to swoon over your accidental actions too, well he assumed they were accidental. He knew you shared a similar interest in the colour purple, but at the same time, he never knew one person besides himself could own this much purple fabric.

"What're you looking at?" you mumbled, dusting off some lingering fur that lined the inside of your coat. Donnie stuttered, flailing the small drill in his hands around, "N-nothing, absolutely nothing!" You quirked a brow at his behaviour, you know someone doesn't just stare at you if they didn't have anything to say.

"Oh, ok." Donnie relented, he placed down the drill, still trying to act aloof, "You- you look good in purple, I've seen you around the lair wearing that colour, my colour, all week." you remained quiet, unsure what this meant. Was Donnie trying to make a move on you or monopolise the colour purple?

"W- thank you, I think purple looks good on you too." you hummed, priding yourself on seeing his cheeks deepen in colour. It was like Donnie had been shot by Cupid's arrow, his eyelids had drooped, his smile had become wobbly and his sighs became louder. He was totally, utterly, stupidly in love with you. 

"What?" you threw out a nervous giggle, your own cheeks turning rosy at the look he was giving you; full of care and warmth. You pulled at the sleeves of your shirt, fingers fumbling to distract the onslaught of nerves that took over your mind, "You wanna kiss me or something?" it was meant to be a joke, something to pull you away from the glistening pool in his eyes.

But when Donnie just nodded along, completely at ease with the reality of the situation, you felt your brain stutter. With wide eyes, you pointed a shaking finger at yourself, "Wait, really? With me?" you questioned. Donnie held back a laugh, but the notorious smirk he was known for graced his lips, "I believe I do, w-would you like to do...that with me?"

He wished he could have said something sweeter than that, but thoughts about feelings and actually feeling feelings weren't really his thing; not that he really tried to make it his thing either. 

Fortunately, you recreated his previous actions and shook your head rapidly. Donnie's dopey grin grew larger in size, his cheeks stinging with just how much he was smiling. You both leant forward, perhaps too eager as you hit your foreheads together. But with the awkward laugh aside, you eventually melted into each other with ease. 

"Hey, D, we're bac- WHOA!" Leon gasped, the pizza box in his hands dropped to the floor, "Oh ho hooo," he began laughing, not really caring that this was a very private moment for his brainiac twin brother. Donnie yelled at him, throwing random nuts and bolts until Leo fled the scene. Though he did poke his head back in to deliver one more line, "If you dress up in blue all week will you kiss me too?"

"LEO!"

[mirimiramiri]

A story about a king and his koi

Happy belated Tanabata everyone!

Here is a picture I did about half a year ago. I always thought it stayed behind its potential, so it got a recent make-over.

Hitomi invited Van to spend this years celebrations with him.

Now a snapshot from my work-in-progress story „Star-crossed lovers“ for which I’ll include the link at the bottom.

******************* The colors of tanabata danced around them, mingling with cheerful sounds and delicious smells to a true ode to life. It was overwhelming, magical, wonderful, and if he had not had his faithful companion by his side, the visitor from a distant star could easily have lost himself in the foreign spectacle.

Then, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity in this strange strange world, Van saw something that reminded him of home. People had kept a respectful distance around one of the attractions. And with good reason, for it was dangerous here. Lined up side by side were seven structures made of sturdy straw, each the size of a wagon wheel. A circular cardboard disc was attached to each one. Concentric circles were drawn around a black dot in the center. At that moment, an arrow hit one of the targets with a hiss. The spectators applauded politely, even though the archer was standing quite close. Nevertheless, the performance was not to be scoffed at, for it was a young boy who was now visibly proud to receive a yellow stuffed mouse as a prize. The cuddly toy was almost as huge as the boy himself and was grinning a happy, slightly psychotic smile. The little winner ran back to a woman and a man who proudly patted their offspring on the head. "Do they hunt with bows and arrows here too?" Van wondered curiously and walked over to the stall. An elderly gentleman with a round face like a pancake and dressed in a shimmering robe was picking the arrow out of the straw target.

"Ah. That was a long time ago," Hitomi replied. "Hardly anyone goes hunting anymore, let alone with a bow and arrow." "With what then?" "Uh, with modern weapons," Hitomi pressed. That wasn't her specialty and certainly not a topic she liked to talk about. She could google it quickly, but she didn't feel like it at the moment. "Nevertheless, the tradition of archery is kept alive here. More as an art and for entertainment than out of necessity." Van nodded. "To preserve the ancient knowledge." "That's right!" Hitomi smiled in relief. The man in the extravagant garment scurried around, showing off the longbow in his hands, challenging people to test it. "I've never tried it, though…" Van finally turned back to her. "Did you know that archery is one of my rather sparsely sown talents?" He smiled mischievously, just to the left, as if to express a challenge. "Would you like to try your luck?" she guessed in surprise. Van raised his eyebrows. "Not my luck, my skill." She vaguely remembered him firing a single arrow at the dragon's eye with a crossbow embedded in his armor. Somehow, she had always assumed he would use something like that on the hunt for food. More precisely, she had deliberately never questioned how exactly he killed animals to gut and eat.

She had found it immensely creepy, back on their trip through the wilderness towards Freid, every time he and Merle had slain rabbits and snakes without batting an eyelid to later roast them over the campfire. Even though it was necessary and important for their survival, she preferred to look the other way. "Okay." She reached into her tiny bag and pulled out one of those colorful printed pieces of paper that served as currency here. "Just give this to the dazzling, loud man. I think he'll understand." He accepted the 1,000 yen without argument, reverently and with both hands, as if it were much much more. He even bowed slightly to acknowledge this huge sacrifice. They had already had enough discussions about whether it was appropriate for her to invite him to everything today and to fulfill his every wish, no matter how small. With the result that his resistance was finally broken and he surrendered to her hospitality. "Then show me what you can do. Conquer one of the stuffed Pikachu for me," she urged him. "I'll prove myself worthy of your trust and won't let you down," he promised, marching off confidently. The crowd magically made way for him, expressing something that was more than just politeness. As if frightened by his extraterrestrial presence, a few half-grown men stepped aside, though he didn’t even notice them.

"Ah. Would you like to try, young man?" the booth operator understood correctly when Van offered him the money with a polite bow. "How many shots? One? Or seven times?" "Sumimasen," he replied for lack of alternatives. The man looked surprised. He had mistaken the teenager with the shiny black hair for a countryman. But this stumbling pronunciation gave him away in an instance. How peculiar, he had Japanese features at first glance, anything but at second glance, and when you looked closer, it became increasingly unclear where he might have come from. Apparently, his family tree was rooted all over the world. Anyway, the youngster had enough money for a shot, wanted his fun, and was going to get it. "So, let's see what you've got," he cackled good-naturedly, handing the boy his bow and arrow. "You may choose any of the targets, but none of the spectators, please! Ganbatte!" "Arigato." Van mumbled the second of the words whose meaning and pronunciation Yukari had painstakingly taught him. Then he inspected the weapon in his hand. The arrowhead was rather blunt. No wonder, since it was only used for ceremonial purposes and not for killing. The bow was about the same size as Fanelia's. It was a bit worn, but fit well in his left hand and weighed little more than a fistful of feathers.

By now, a crowd of onlookers had gathered around the scene. At least two dozen pairs of eyes followed the boy in the dark red yukata as he examined the possible targets and finally strolled decisively to the right. He took aim at the farthest straw body, then stepped back a few feet. "Pretty brave," someone commented next to Hitomi, who was watching the spectacle as intently as everyone else. By now the arrow had a long distance to overcome before it would reach its goal. But Van seemed to be absolutely sure of himself. He stood with his legs apart, put the arrow in place, drew the bow in one quick movement, nestled the feathers against his cheek… and closed his eyes. Hitomi opened hers even wider. What was he doing?

"Oh!" shouted those nearby. "He's shooting blind!" "He really wants to know!" someone sneered, and a group laughed. As usual, Van didn't understand a word. And even if he had, at this point nothing could break his concentration so easily. Over the past year, he had almost perfected the art of blocking everything out. Even himself. Often enough there was no other way to cope with reality. Hitomi watched in complete fascination as his muscles worked under the thin, red fabric. He smiled only minimally, but she saw it anyway. The neckline of the yukata had opened a little, revealing the hint of a sun-kissed torso. Just below his prominent collarbone, a pink jewel shone peacefully. Hitomi had seen him demonstrate his skills as a warrior more times than she would have liked. On the battlefield, in the Colosseum of Palas, against Dilandau, in seemingly hopeless situations. As far as she could tell, he wielded his sword skillfully. But never with enthusiasm, only out of necessity. Now, for the first time, she saw him doing something he was not only good at, but clearly enjoyed. Hitomi felt the butterflies in her stomach dance wildly again.

He was graceful. He had never been as beautiful as he was now.

But the sight did not last long. He released the arrow, which immediately soared through the air, and the crowd held its breath for a moment. There was a hiss and a soft, very satisfying sound as the tip hit the target. A collective "Ooooh!" traveled from spectator to spectator. The archer opened his eyes. The arrow was dead center. Van smiled serenely. He turned his head and saw what he had hoped for: Hitomi, looking at him with huge eyes, overflowing with admiration. His smile widened even more. He had reached his goal, in more than one way. "Someone fry me a stork! Right on target! Incredible!" "A true master!" "A trick!" someone squealed. "But he did it anyway!" The bystanders applauded enthusiastically for the young man, who seemed to consist of nothing but pure confidence at that particular moment. Hitomi had never seen him so radiant. What other secret talents would he reveal to her? The thought made her blood boil, her hormones spike, and she had to hide a broad grin behind her hand. Meanwhile, the center of everyone's attention was confronted with completely different problems.

"And here's the prize! Well deserved." The cheerful vendor handed the young man a clear bag instead of a fluffy Pokémon. His victorious smile immediately faded. The bag was relatively heavy, which was not surprising. It was filled to the brim with water. Which was absolutely necessary. Inside, a strange creature was making its monotonous rounds, looking out at the world in constant amazement. It was white, speckled with orange spots, and proudly wore a thin moustache that reminded a bit of the licked lackeys of Astoria. The similarly hollow look in his eyes also matched that comparison. His new owner stared back, much more puzzled. His companion had to stifle a laugh. He came back to her. Now people were staring after him in fascination, but he payed them no attention. "That was great!" Hitomi greeted him with bright eyes. Unfortunately, he barely noticed because he was distracted by the thing in his hand. "What kind of creature is that?" asked Van. "Well, a fish. A baby koi, to be exact. Don't you know?" He looked at her and she had to grin again at his confused expression. "I know fish. Grilled over the fire or drowned in greasy sauce in Astoria…" "It's certainly not for eating. They are kept for pleasure, to enjoy the sight of. As a pet, a house animal.“*

"House? Animal?" Individually, the words made sense, but together? Somehow, Hitomi liked the idea of the king keeping an ornamental fish from now on. Would there be room for the aquarium in his tiny, spartan quarters? How would Merle react? "Do you want it?" Van held out the poor, orphaned animal. Maybe he had a gift for her after all. But she put her hands up defensively. "That’s sweet, but my father doesn't allow pets." As Van became more and more desperate, she suggested: "We'll set him free. There's a pond over there." "Agreed," he said, relieved, and hurried after her. Away from the hustle and bustle, a dark surface of water lay still in the starlight. Only now and then could white shadows be seen passing beneath it like ghosts. Together they tipped the contents of the bag over the pond. The bright orange of a sleek fin flashed in farewell… then the animal was free and among its own kind. The girl in the blue yukata and the boy in red knelt on the bank and simply watched for a while, enjoying the wonderful moment of mutual silence in a way only very close friends can. "Sayonara, Klausu," Hitomi whispered, "I hope the other fish are nice to you." "Klausu?"

"That's what I named him…" He looked at her intently. Here in the shadows of some old maple trees they were all alone and unobserved. "Thank you, Hitomi," he said solemnly. "For showing me your world." "Gladly." "I apologize for not being able to bring you the Pikachu trophy I promised." "Oh no, don‘t worry about that! Seeing you shoot that arrow is much more important than any Pokémon could ever be," was her reply. She waved her hand defensively, and the small bag attached to the wrist flew wildly through the air. Was he mistaken, or did she become just as nervous as he felt? In any case, her sudden flow of words was another indication. "You know, there are always archery competitions here at the temple in the fall. And there's a lot more to win than just fish. Kamakura is famous for this spectacle, and the art is called Yabusame. However, the competitions are held on horseback, which makes it quite difficult." "I'm very good at riding, too." "Really? Maybe you'd like to come back and we can watch the tournament together?" "I would welcome the opportunity to come back." A pink glow rose in her cheeks and her smile grew even brighter. All the colors of the night gathered in her beautiful eyes. The sight tempted him to take her delicate hand and finally move closer to her. Was this the time and place for one long overdue first kiss? While he was still sorting his thoughts to plan the next steps, her mood suddenly changed.

If she had been nervous before, she seemed almost anxious now. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time," she blurted out. "I'm sorry, Van. I'm so sorry."

* Foot Note: sadly the joke gets lost in translation. The German word for pet is Haustier, so house plus animal, therefore the thing with the two words combined make no sense to Van.

Anyway, I love the short scene in Freid where we see Van practicing archery. It’s so calm and peaceful. A lot of episodes later we see little Van returning with Vargas (Balgus) with bow and arrow, probably from a hunting trip. See how happy he looks? He seemed to really have enjoyed that so I guess it’s his favourite hobby.

[serene-sun]

𝕴 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 • ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾

Pairing: Copia & young reader

Warnings: none, just comfort and fluff so sweet you will cry

A/n: I cried writing this, for many reasons, but I won’t rant on the fic itself! I did in-fact write this sleepy sleepy fic for the sleepy sleep themselves @ghostussy

“Okie dokie kiddo, it’s time for bed.” Copia softy whispered into your ear, patting your back softly as to not wake your half asleep form.

You laid pressed against copia in his lap as he worked on some final plans for the clergy, you had insisted you help him, only to fall asleep from the days earlier excitement.

You groan a little, letting him know you at least heard him. You fell even more limp into his warm embrace as he fixed you to be more secure in his chest as he stood From his dark oak desk.

“My bambino, so sleepy, so tired from all of that well spent energy.” He huffed under his breath, just barely a whisper

The hallways were warm, candles lined the walls with red and black drapes, and the stone floor you both strode along. At every window, a painted vase stood filled with fresh flowers. You always loved the smell, it was so refreshing and nice, and color.

“Before you slip into pjays, let’s get you a nice bath, shall we?” Copia asks you, pushing open the door to his chambers.

He lead you to the bathroom, already having your soaps and toys as you had seemed to form the habit of having copia do you nightly routine.

You slowly nod, sleep making your eyelids heavier with every fight to lift them.

Copia set you in the tub filled with warm water, he sat on the outside beside you, letting you enjoy the warmth as he grabbed your soap and shampoo.

“Eh, which would you prefer?” Copia showed you the two bottles in hand, “watermelon, of strawberry?”

His accent is so thick, no one speaks like copia does. Maybe that was another thing that made copia so much more special, he was one of a kind.

Nobody in the abbey walked, talked, or treated you with such tenderness like copia did. It wasn’t his position, or being the youngest, not even from having such clingy ghouls. Copia was naturally born with these qualities that made him a great man, leader, and even better; father.

It didn’t matter if he was blood or not, what did matter was his unconditional love for you that never faltered. Even when you had messed up, when you cried over the smallest things, when you scraped your knee, or if you ever got overstimulated or had an attack from anything of your past. Copia was there, always, when you needed him. His touch so tender and caring, his heart beat calming, his eyes full of love and his smile so bright.

It didn’t matter who or what was outside of copia embrace, because you knew you could trust him to protect you. A shield, a promise, a protector, and a loving home is what copia is.

“Alright dolce Stella, let’s get you dried.” He soothed your skin as you stepped out of the bath and into the cold air.

Copia stoped a shiver crawling down your spine as he quickly took your favorite towel and wrapped it around you. It was green and white, the pattern of a frog, it had a hood with a cute nose and two eyes up top.

“Feel better?” He rubs the fabric to you, bundling you up and leading you to the stool at the vanity.

“What beautiful locks!” Copia is enthusiastic about your hair, he always points out every detail about it, “my, my, must be a play date for the ghoulettes.”

“Secundo could never…” you joke, earning a rather loud chuckle from copia.

“Don’t forget to brush those toothers.” Copia reminds you, as he sets the brush down as he finishes your hair, handing you a tooth brush with sharks on it.

After you brush your teeth, copia swaddles you up and brings you to your ‘little’ wardrobe in his room.

“What wou-“ copia tried to speak but your attention is stolen by a pretty pattern of stars and planets that you blurt out, “that one!” You quickly grab the pajama set off the shelf and show papa like it’s a piece of art you just finished, and boy was papa proud

“You like your space pajamas don’t you dolce.” He says, sliding them onto you.

The man took you once more into his arms, bringing you back into his main room.

“Now, here’s your stuffy and your blanket.” Copia sets you under the covers of the bed, tucking you in with your stuffed frog and space themed blanket.

Copia takes the time to turn on your pillow pet, the lady bug one that casts an array of stars, galaxies, and planets across the ceiling.

“Papa” you grab at his hand as he leans away from the bed.

“Hm?” He brushes off any lent on the blanket.

“Story?” You ask, exhaustion kicking in again like the moon light is pure melatonin.

“Well of course bambino, I assume you want the same as last nights?” Copia reaches at the bookshelf across from the bed and under the TV.

You may of had a slight obsession with this one book series, and copia may of read it to you every night since it was your favorite. You couldn’t help it, it would send you straight to sleep.

“Hmm, how about this one?” He shows you one that has a different cover, but still the same art style and title.

You nod eagerly, relaxing back into the covers and pillows as copia sits beside you. He brings you to lay into the crook of his chest, his left arm resting around you.

“Comfy?” Copia asked before starting, licking his finger to open the book.

You nod once more, and so he begins

“Mr. Putter and his fine cat, Tabby, loved to sleep. They could sleep anywhere. They slept in chairs, in swings, in cars, in tubs, and sometimes in the laundry room!” Copia read with excitement, but a soft low voice that made your brain tingle.

As copia continued, you started zoning out, staring into the colorful drawings of the pages.

“It was a beautiful night. The moon was full, and moonlight was everywhere. Tabby looked. She listened. She twitched her ears. She twitched her tail.” Copia continues as your head falls back into his shoulder.

You feel your muscles relax, your shoulders and legs release tension.

‘Maybe I’ll let them rest’ is what you thought, letting your eye lids shut softly. A breathe exhaled through your nose, you faintly felt copia move to flip the page.

“Mr. Putter looked up at the sky,

He showed Tabby the stars and he told her all about them. He told her that the Blg Dipper was full of milk from the Milky Way. Tabby purred she loved milk.”

By now, you’re zoned out enough to not listen to him anymore. Your body takes in the feeling of copias body heat and soaks it up like a sponge.

You take it the softness of his voice and chest, the tickle of his hair on your forehead

“They told stories in the moonlight. They told secrets. They made each other laugh.”

Copia softly finished his line, glimpsing at your asleep form.

He softly slid out of your bed, careful not to wake you. He pulled the covers up to your neck, setting your frog in your arms.

He leaned in to kiss your forehead,

“goodnight bambino…I love you trillions.”

[06605]

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☆ new-do? | ★ trent alexander-arnold , reader | drabble, not beta read

you woke up, the time reached 03:45 in the morning. trent notified you that he would be arriving soon, but he didn't state when was soon. being the late night owl you are you get up and do something productive.

it's hard to sleep without trent, you'd look over to your side and see him sleeping like a baby; it was adorable. you both were quite opposite, trent preferred the daytime and you preferred on night-time. you got up and headed over to the kitchen, because why not? wasting time and just staying up was a priority.

you opened the fridge and squinted your eyes. you left it opened so it could be a light source for you without you actually having to open the light. you walked over to the cabinet a grabbed yourself a bag of microwaved popcorn.

you removed the plastic and put it in the microwave for a good 4-5 minutes. your eyes remained on the time, reaching close to 30 seconds. the popping sounds were soothing.

your eyelids started to become heavy, almost asleep the timer beeped indicating that it was done. getting your snack you exited the kitchen, you felt a hand on your shoulder, you flinched causing you to drop your bag. luckily your didn't popcorn scatter.

"i did karate class" you said, grabbing the wrist of the individual. "calm down" a familiar voice spoke, trent. you turned around facing him, "shit, trent. you scared me", the other laughed, "i see"

you turned the lights on to see him better, and oh..–oh? you looked at his head, what once used to be messy, dreadlocs are now cornrows.

"when did this happen?"

"what happened?" he asked perplexed, "your hair, the cornrows" "oh, i got them done for fashion week? remember i flew out to paris?"

"oh, right"

"so...do you like them?" he said, giving you puppy eyes, with a glimmer of content gosh, those brown eyes. you can't resist them. you just wanted to embrace him right then and there.

"yes, they suit you. i like them."he smiled at you, and gave you a hug.

"uh, why were you up? wanted to give you a proper surprise.." "you did, i was surprised. in shock." you said, making a gasping sound, "very shocked i even dropped my own popcorn. wonderful surprise."

"eating popcorn at nearly 5 in the mornin'?"

"yes. yes, i am" you bent down to retrieve the bag.

"alright, let me go get changed", he gave you a kiss on the lips and headed towards the bedroom

you waited for awhile, "babe!" trent called. you walked into the room, a heinous smile plastered on your face. "yes?" you answered nonchalantly. "when did you install this bedstand?" trent said, giving you a glare."when you were gone, so like 2 days ago. but anyway, isn't it nice?" you said smiling. "i don't mind it" he said replacing his burgundy colored shirt with a white t-shirt.

clasped your hands together, "good! let's go to sleep now" you slid onto the mattress, making yourself comfortable.

feeling a dip, which was trent hoping onto bed with you. making himself comfortable he wrapped an arm around you waist and draped his thigh over you.

a/n : i bet robbo's elated about trents new hairstyle

[quillpokebiology]

Duraludon Facts

(Art by Tomycase on Deviantart)

-The scientific name for Duraludon is "Tyrannosaurus Mechanicus," which roughly translates to "Mechincal Tyrant Lizard"

-Duraludon inspired a lot of the building designs for Galar, especially its Gigantimax form. Because of this, they're often represent cities, and Wyndon is often associated with Duraludon

-Despite their alloy bodies being quite strong, they rust very easily. Because of this, Duraludon have an aversion to rain and sunlight, living in dark caves to avoid it

-Duraludon will often get into territorial fights with Tyranitar

-Despite their rivalry with Tyranitar, they are in the same family, with both of them being descendants of Tyrantrum

-This pokemon eats rocks and other minerals. To get the nutritional value they need, they'll often seek out minerals of varying colors

-While Duraludon prefer to stay in the mountains eating the minerals they find there, there have been times that they wander into cities and eat chunks of the steel buildings

-Duraludon's inward facing claws work like a shovel when digging, collecting dirt that they fan throw to the side. It also helps keep minerals from falling out

-Duraludon bones feel similar to metal

-Duraludon can't run very fast, but they are great for traveling long distances. The best thing to do if you come across a wild one without a pokemon is to run away and hide, since they can't see far away well and will hopefully lose track of you before they can catch up to you

-Like stated above, they can't see well far away. This is because seeing far away in a dark cave that you're foraging for metals in isn't much needed when practically nothing hunts you, you're in the dark, and your food is rocks

-Their flat teeth helps them crush metals

-Duraludon's eyes are flat and have a third eyelid to protect from potential falling dust and other debris

-Theie brains are about the size of a walnut

-This pokemon's only predator are humans and Tinkaton. Humans have hunted Duraludon for their alloy bodies and was very popular in the 1960s. While they don't often interact with Tinkaton in the wild due to not being from the same regions, the rare Tinkaton in Blueberry Academy will sometimes hunt a Duraludon or Archaludon. Scientists don't really count Tinkaton as a natural predator because they hunt anything steel and they don't interact much, but I am, bcuz F science

[byou-shin]

hi! ive liked your aesthetic and simstyle for a while and i was wondering if you could give tips or sort of walk thru how you make sims? like the face, makeup, skin details, etc. i have trouble making my male sims look as pretty as yours😭 thank u in advance!

Oh thanks so much for the interest! (ㆁᴗㆁ✿) I'm actually surprised people likes my simstyle....

---- How I make my male sims ----

Let's make this handsome guy with me~

NOTES :

all my male sims (masc or fem looking; Adam, Xion, Moa) are made in masculine frames

I don't use alpha skin, but skin overlays. I find it easier to layer makeup and skin details

all of these are my personal preferences, so back to you again for which you want to take from me

Tutorial undercut

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One - choosing skin overlay

First thing I always be choosing skin overlay. I always use Obscurus skin, sometimes Darkstone. I don't like cartoonish looking, but I don't make it way too realistic, so I like it in between realistic and animate. I choose other skin details very later.

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Two - head size & body propotions

a.

After it I choose body preset. After it I will using the EA slider on left whether make it like I want to.

So.. I do really think that EA makes the head size big lol. So I will resize the head using the slider on forehead from afar (zoom out), then make it "slim" by drag the slider to center (still zoom out). Most of the times I max it, but there are sims that I made a liiiiitle bit wider.

See what I mean, right?

b.

If the sim is not tall enough or too short for the character I want to make, I will slider it to using slider in the back of leg

I also slider the back so the sim doesn't have a hunchback. Then usually I will slimmer the neck to max

For fingers I also slide it smaller according to which kind of sim. If I want to make it fragile and delicate, I will slider it to max. If I want to make it masculine still, (or slender) I will slider it until I got the good result I want.

I don't really pay attentions to feet sizes lol, sometimes but rarely, I will slide it smaller or bigger.

c.

Body reshaping is up to my liking actually. Making the shoulders wide or not, it's depend on the sim itself too afterall. So i don't know what to write (u_u;). This guy tho, you can see what I made him like what in introduction post

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Three - choosing eyebrows & face presets

I do this freely actually, depends on the character itself. There are no differences choosing between masc and fem male sims. All is back to the character, even the jaw and chin presets. I do all that in sliding proccess (making it look feminine or masculine). I use both EA Presets or cc creators presets.

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Four - eyebrows & face features shaping/sliders

Actually the process is -> chose preset for one feature -> shape it -> chose preset for another feature -> shape it, but ye lol :3

a.

For eyes, I always slider them smaller, usually max or near to max. Depends again. Sometimes I imagine few sims to extra eyelids tape that makes eyes appear really big (see : Taiga & Asakusa).

If you notice it, in this post my sims have different eye sizes

b.

For nose, usually I will make bigger or smaller as I like (depends on character). But the important is to keep the ratio of the face nicely. Don't make the nose too high or too low. There should be enough gap for lips and nose.

*btw I did the change of skin color after hand reshaping

c.

For eyebrows, is as I said above. Also, it's all depend on the sim face and the makeup look (especially for my vkei sims), so idk what should I say (*´・▿・)ゞ

d.

For mouth, i always make it smaller a bit using the slider on corner of mouth (face zoom out), and make it wider as needed (face zoom out). I always make my sims have relaxed mouth, not frowning but not smiling either. Zoom in shaping is also used of course.

e.

For chin, cheeks, jawline etc. Pay attention to it. I slider it little by little as needed. Chin doesn't have to be small. But for this guy, I made it a lil bit smaller. See the chin or jaw shapes in this post.

f.

Important!! I always size up or down(? the head until it have nice ratio with the teeth. (zoom out face)

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Four - choosing skin details (face & body)

Honestly I do this freely.... if it fits then it fits... lol. Oh also in this part, if I think I should change the skin overlay, then i do it.

a.

Eye details -> if the skin overlay has no eyelids and I want the sim to have it, i'll give them eyelids cc. If I want the sim has eyebags I will give it. Just tiiiiny bit detail. Eyelids cc I use is from Dalsuk and Obscurus. Alsooo, this one is important, I use sclera cc too. I also use eyedepth sometimes.

Also katrina-y eyesocket is good. Sometimes i use it. (See: Xion & Asakusa)

b.

Nose mask/details -> I use nosemask from Obscurus and ddarkstone, faeesih. Depending which suit the best. Not much given to the nose actually.

c.

Mouth details -> i use mouth/smile mask(? from miiko and pralinesims (not always, only if needed). This guy used from miiko

d.

hairline -> I use from setsuki (this time I forgot to gave him hairline but it doesn't show since the hair was covering..

f.

body details -> it depends on the character.. (again). I recommed moonchildlovesthenight abs mask if you want to make muscular sim. This guy though, I didn't add anything to body details.

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After reshaping face features and add skin details~ I really like the nose.

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Five - makeup

How should I describe this part? ( ;´ - `;) it depends on the sim itself. What do you want them to be? But I prepared two option

One is "heavy" look type, like.. some neo-vkei bandmen (I was trying to imitate one of Shiyu from Ashmaze makeup :'D. I need more makeup cc..). But you can also look at my other sims. "Heavy" makeup will carry the atmosphere the sim gives. Take look at Nozomi in this post. He looks mysterious, dark and gloomy.

I will list the makeup cc used, but I'm too tired to link.. zzzzzz

So when i saved this guy I actually deleted the first makeup look... I forgot to add the eyelashes back again..

[BBSims] blush1 RemusSirion_Lipstick_195_Hydra JIUJIANWU 晕染眼影 [PARISE]SelenaEyes(UNNATURALS)

Two is natural beauty type of way. Fresh look. The type to wake up with perfect face, even he was drooling in the sleep. (still depends on the sim characters! In this case, he's the type of people who only uses concealer to hide the face "imperfections").

Makeup cc used.

obscurus_lips_N12 ddarkstonee_eyelashes_N5 [baekbobohu] 04Eyes

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Other tips

Give your male sims eyelashes! Big or not, natural or not.

Use every prossible sliders that is available!

Slide the pupil to imagine them wear big ass contact lens :D (See: Taiga & Asakusa)

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DONE~

whew,, this took me at least 7-ish hours...

so yeah.. I...... hope this helps...?

^_^; .....................

[casualgay-mer]

Keymaster appreciation post

There's something to be said about his initial design and I will say this something. We are taking the original game as an example, but will touch on the remaster too.

The design

How the fuck did Poki do it? How can you make a character that looks like an absolute dork AND kinda intimidating at the same time? I tell you how, but before that - let's examine these two faces.

Unfortunately, Poki clearly had a trouble with the Keymaster staying on model, I call the first version "squarey" (you can see this version of his face during the first dialogue and during KM wait in the truck) and the second's "long-ey" (you can see this one everywhere else) but I will say that I generally prefer the second version - the long face one.

Why? The look is a bit more human and not "I don't have no fucking eyelids", the eyebrows are so much prominent, which adds to the look, and the bang is a bit longer.

So what's so cool and actually funny about his design?

He combines two archetypes: a general creep (sick (not in a cool way) eye and skin colors (dude may wanna check his liver tho), an indication of sunken eyes, the stache) and a coolass emoboy (this fucking haircut, smug talk, drama). Like these two guys fused together:

Like dude what the fuck

Also his skin color is fucking sickening you know why? Ever tried to rub your skin along - say - shoulder? Ever got these partricles of dead skin? Have you ever saw what color does it get, when you accumulate it enough in your hand?

That's right! They are morbidly greay-ishly green. Exact hue of his skin. THE DUDE HAS SO MUCH DEAD SKIN - ppls kinda shed - ON HIS BOD IT MIGHT AS WELL BE 20% of his body weight.

The voice/s

Original VA for Keymaster goes for a top notch mix of freako and smug. He sounds both flirtatious and a biiit unstable, like a person who tries their best to hit you up but clearly haven't slept for like 3 days - the tone and mannerisms are all over the place, the voice itself is the perfect balance of semi-deep and whispery. I love this performance - it confuses you into whether or not can you trust the guy . An original performance and the one to be respected.

(sorry for the little snippet of another voice at the end - this let's player doesn't know how to shut up and I am too lazy to record it again from a different source)

Russian VA for Keymaster - who based his performance off the original one - DIDN'T HAVE TO GO THAT HARD?? Dat voice is deep as FUCK, thicc even, you can't call the voice "thicc" but this one just IS. The whispery part is gone absolutely, KM sounds kinda normal even, but holy shit did the VA turned it up to 100. This one is a favourite of mine, absolutely. I don't even give a shit about what he says, this is some ASMR shit. Absolute 0 wonder why he tricked most of russian let's players into actually trusting him. The only criticism I may ha

English VA went to the opposite direction of the spectrum, he went all fancy kind of dracula over the top performance, kinda like, WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY and while he does sound unhinged, there is no doubt he's a sicko actually. That, or just a theater kid. But no shame on this actor tho, just bc I don't really like this particular performance, doesn't mean it's TERRIBLE ok?

Basicly I made a chart:

Go with your preference of choice, my dudes.

The personality and motives

Holy fucking shit so hear me out.

I don't like him around the fact that he's a flity pretty possible serial killer.

I like him for the fact of being RESENTFUL about it, possibly hating it about himself.

When he killed the pastor it clearly was made on impulse, and he hated it so much that he locked himself - and therefore Edna - up. Despite the smarts he's clearly impulsive in nature - like getting off to drive a Dr's car ABSOLUTELY NOT KNOWING HOW TO and ONLY THINKING AFTER THE FACT, there is like nothing going on in this head.

I am not excusing the guy's actions, but there is a big chance he just went a full on Sam Gordon just with no curse involved.

...

HOLY SHIT IS KEY MASTER A BLACK MIRROR REFERENCE

THE FIVE KEYS SAM HAS TO FIND, THE SURROUNDINGS, THE "OOPS FUCK I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL PPL I HAVE ISSUES I HATE MYSELF *commits a sewer side*" AND THE LOOKS?

Okay I am just overthinking it at this point. BUUUT THIS GAME WAS MADE IN GOOD OLD 2003 AND PRETTY BELOVED IN GERMANY AND WE HAVE WALKING REFERENCES LIKE PROFESSOR NOK SOOOOOOOO

...

So anyways.

The conculsion

Key Master is great not because he's your stereotypical mass murderer POS. There is a lot of unpack and a lot of empathy to be felt if you try to think on how come he ended up the way he did.

He actively hates himself and doesn't enjoy the way he is which is - unfortunately - preeeetty much deserved.

I will write more abt the dude later - especially on my fav theory that says he's not real

[foxedthecards]

CONGRATULATIONS!

You have selected the [LEVIATHAN] as your attire. Please see the following list of properties with this choice.

You are now quadruple in size with the strength to match. You also glide through the water with ease.

You do not require water to breathe, but you must remain damp to breathe normally.

You now have a terrifying deep sea appearance. Bioluminescence speckles over your body with which you have full control over.

You become crazed with the phases of the moon just as the tides do.

Without warning Jonas's field of vision shot straight upwards and went absolutely crazy, colors bursting out across everything he looked at, even some bizarre colors he couldn't put a name to, they were just that far beyond any spectrum his poor brain could even imagine. Speaking of internal organs...god help anyone who'd be cursed enough to experience the sensation of all your internal organs rearranging themselves: shifting, changing, vanishing altogether into an entirely new layout to better accommodate his rapidly altering form.

And Jonas who up until this point had only been used to going through life looking up at everything was now well...looking down because he had suddenly gotten fucking HUGE. Like...TWICE his SIZE?!?! Look, he's not good with math and he's going through some things at the moment, give him a break. Realistically he'd grown around twenty-ish feet long now and about nine feet tall, perhaps a bit of a runt by leviathan standards but still far far FAR bigger than he'd ever be in his entire lifetime. His reaction to the unexpected increase in size was of course to panic: prehensile fins wiggled in terror along his burgundy segmented abdomen as it undulated up and down wildly sending pool chairs flying and smashing cabana tables to pieces, his long upper antennae swished like whips through the air slashing umbrellas clean off their metal rods while his little swimming legs scrabbled desperately across the floor tiles, gouging them to pieces. Meantime the mass of segmented legs and squirming tentacles from beneath the reddish carapace that now made up his upper body took care of destroying whatever had managed to escape intact.

At this point he'd started screaming but it came out more as a sort of " REEEEEEBLRBLBLRBLBRLBLBRB. " He rolled and thrashed and finally dove straight into the pool with a tremendous SPLASH. Thank goodness it was large enough and deep enough to accommodate him although not by a lot.

Under the water, ravaged by anxiety, he vomited or well. It was something like that except what swirled out into the water resembled something more like a exhalation of neon blue fire only. Not hot? God he didn't know. Everything was fucking WRONG.

All along his body, bioluminescent spots flashed blues, greens and yellows erratically like the lights of an underwater rave but gradually became less frantic as being under the water somehow quelled his anxiety in an odd way. His round bulgy eyes, brilliant luminous blue with brown irises that might have almost been human if not for the weird squid-like pupils, rolled around frantically trying to accomodate this new bizarre way seeing. He glanced up. Another pair of eyes on longer stalks, much like his main ones but smaller with yellow irises instead, curled down a bit closer to meet his gaze. Although they possessed neither eyebrows or eyelids, they just felt like they were squinting disapprovingly down at him.

Big globbets of black began leaking from his main eyes and plopped into the water, staining it black. He didn't even know if it was crying or not. Oh god. What had happened to him? Too bad it hadn't killed him. He'd have almost preferred that.

[diviluscorner]

Traditions

Written for @goblininawig as part of the @cloneficgiftexchange Song Lyric Exchange!

Song: This Feeling by The ChainSmokers

Characters: Hardcase X Reader

Side note: I might be just a bit rusty on art and writing.

Summary: You run a small, little shooting gallery that doesn't see much traffic, but the traffic you do get just might make your heart patter

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The small shooting gallery you run doesn’t see a lot of foot traffic. Most days you sit gazing out the window as people pass by overlooking your little place. Coruscant doesn’t have a need for weaponry, nor do they have an interest in such a location. Those passing through are simply awed over the dazzling lights and latest fashions the senators bring here from afar.

The few regulars you have come to form a tiny community who filter in and out through the week, bringing you caf and spending time laughing with you. They enjoy the complex bullseye challenges you’ve crafted for them—and yourself, if you’re honest. They return even if your blasters aren’t in the best condition—you could only afford a certain price tag with your start up credits—but the environment is predictable, relaxing and inviting.

Until the day a soldier meanders into your shop.

His gaze doesn’t seek you out like the regulars. No, he’s drawn to the wall of weapons like a moth to a flame. The mischievous half-grin on his face lights his eyes reminding you not quite like a kid in a candy story, but perhaps the way you’ve seen a man in love gaze at the woman of his affections.

Which blossoms a yearning inside so overwhelming it takes a second to breathe again.

No one will ever look at you that way.

Taking a deep breath, you relax and keep a polite smile on your face. “Afternoon.”

“Hello, ma’am.”

The man barely glances your way as the artillery speaks to him in words you cannot hear yet understand.

As a child, you always enjoyed the water blaster booths at the fair. Despite realizing they were often rigged, your interested grew in the idea of weapons. You were a natural, as use meant a gentle touch and great care in maintenance. You may not have a green thumb, but when it comes to safety and weapons, you’re a whisperer.

Well, this man is a whisperer. You simply do your best.

Leaning on the counter, you prop your chin up with your palm. The soldiers you’ve come in contact with have only been from afar. None have stepped foot in your gallery, but why would they? They’re busy. Their practice ranges are far more sophisticated than your dilapidated one.

There’s no reason for them to bother with this shack.

As the soldier before you slowly shifts to another section with a bit more advanced weaponry, you become curious. You’ve been told they all look the same, and from a distance, you suppose that might be true. However, you’ve seen armor of different colors so perhaps they’re not exactly the same?

The one before you has an intriguing tattoo beginning with a dot on his right cheek before a line slips from his lower eyelid to the top and up along his forehead until taking a decisive left—no, his right—turn near his temple. Another turn upward takes place at his temple where it’s joined by another line for a moment before it curves around the back of his skull. There’s something simplistic and beautiful about it. In a way, it reminds you of the lines that make up a blaster. Sharp lines, a few curves creating a handsome man—

Weapon!

You meant weapon.

Straightening up, you smooth out your tunic. The man before you is not handsome. That would be a foolish thought. That would be thinking with the beat in your chest. You don’t need that. Weapons need the sole focus of your head, your mind, your brain…

Oh…

The look of wonder on the soldier’s face as he admires your little trove does not make your heart patter in the slightest. He doesn’t admire these second-hand blasters the way you do. He has nice, new weapons of his own. Weapons he likely prefers over these—

“Are these powered by Tibanna?”

“I wish,” you wistfully reply. “It’s Skevon. Not as reliable, but Tibanna is expensive and rare.”

Rich, brown eyes settle on you, and a brow arches emphasizing the tattoo across his right eye. “Can I test one?”

What? You nod slowly. “Any on the wall.”

The half-smirk that spreads onto his lips also does not make your heart patter. “So, you have others prospective clients can’t use?”

The joke in his voice brings a shy smile to your face. “I don’t show my private collection to strangers.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, ma’am.” With great care, he takes a simple KYD-21 blaster from the wall and walks to your counter. Setting it down, he holds out his hand. “Name’s Hardcase.”

And you sense this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

…

The regulars gather round watching through the transparisteel as Hardcase fires the KYD-21 blaster—a weapon he seems to prefer since he retrieves it every time he visits. It’s become a sort of weird tradition, but in any case, his accuracy awes those assembled as he efficiently takes out the targets while leaving the false flags alone. With ease, he passes everyone’s score with that little blaster, and you find yourself wondering what possible challenges you could concoct in order to stump the soldier.

Slipping from the crowd, you make your way back to the counter as defeat settles in. No matter what you do, you can’t create anything that remotely challenges him. While difficult for your patrons and you, he walks through like it’s child’s play—which to him it is. Heart sinking, you know he only comes for the weapons. It’s not as if your friendship is enough, and if there’s nothing difficult to challenge him it’s only a matter of time before he’s never seen again.

Your lack of financial resources has truly become a pair of hands wrapped around your neck, slowly suffocating your chances at—

Chances at growing a business, you correct yourself just in time.

Once Hardcase exits the range, he’s questioned and complimented by those gathered. The pomp and circumstance makes you smile. He’s adored by all your patrons and with just cause. He deserves to be appreciated, and he’s willing to help any and every person who walks through your doors. He does wonders for the Republic. He’s brave and strong and kind.

Good with the young ones.

“I liked that one.”

Looking up, he graces you with a smile as he sets down the KYD-21 blaster and leans on the counter. This as well has become a sort of tradition. He passes the course, comes to return the blaster with a smile and you smile in return. Only this time, you can’t find yourself smiling back. He’ll realize soon enough you’re not gifted and then you’ll lose one of your closest friends.

“Uh…” His smile fades. “Somethin’ wrong?”

Shaking your head, you begin closing procedures. The sooner you can get out, the sooner you can get home to the bake warming in your little apartment. Which means the sooner you can forget about the impending tragedy. When the work is done, you realize Hardcase has been there the entire time working beside you in silence.

“Do you wanna grab a bite?” He questions. “I could eat.”

No. You don’t want to keep him. You don’t need him around. You don’t need him to help. You don’t need to take up anymore of his time.

“I have a bake warming at home if you’d like.” Your mouth betrays you.

His brow rises, creating a soft scrunch in his tattoo. “Wouldn’t wanna impose.”

“You’re not imposing at all,” your mouth says and it eases into a smile. “I tend to make too much and won’t be able to eat it all by myself.”

“Then I’d appreciate the company and decent food.”

“Not sure if it’s decent,” you try, the jest dying on your lips as your heart sinks. Shoving your hands in your pockets, you lead the way.

What have you just done?

The tram ride to your apartment is silent as is the walk there. You catch the glances of the underbelly crowd, and for once you’re not harassed. No one’s pestering you for credits or trying to grope you, and you’re pleased to be left alone.

If only you could afford to straighten up the little apartment above your shop. You could live there which would cut your bills, mostly stop the harassing tram rides, and perhaps you’d be able to afford new weapons which would keep Hardcase coming back.

All of which are fanciful illusions created to crush what little hope lingers in your weary soul.

Entering your studio apartment, you have to slam the light switch a few times for the light to flicker above the table. You’ve asked the landlord for months to fix that, along with the leaky faucet and the garbage disposal, but he can’t be bothered to do much more than bet on the fathiers.

“Uh… can I get you a cup of water?” you question, hanging your jacket on the rack before heading to the oven.

“Yeah, that’d be… fine.” His gaze quickly sweeps across your lumpy sofa and the small cot in the corner. “Can I help you with anything?”

“No. No. Take a seat at the table.” You pull the bake out and work on scooping it onto two mismatched plates before grabbing two bottles of water.

“It smells great.”

You’re sure he’s just telling you that, though this is your favorite meal. It’s warm and comforting and filling even if there isn’t much in it. Placing a portion and a water before him, fear creeps up your spine. You’ve never spent much time with him. You don’t even know what Hardcase likes to eat. Maybe he hates this, maybe he's regretting his decision, maybe he wants to be anywhere else but here.

“Are you gonna sit?” He asks and picks up a fork. “Or…are you not gonna eat…?”

“Oh. Yeah.” Grabbing your own, you settle across from him.

Maybe it’s because of the small space or that it’s been a long few months or you’re not used to guests or you’ve never invited anyone over or you can hear the harsh buzz of the flickering light above or—

“Are you okay?”

Blinking, you see Hardcase has cleared his plate, and you grimace. “S-Sorry. Would you like a second helping?”

“That’d be nice, but I’d rather know what’s going on? Am I imposing?”

You shake your head. “No. Not at all.”

“Then what is it?” His brow arches again, shifting the angles of his tattoo.

Sighing, you drop your fork. If you have one night left with this man, and you can’t focus on the good, perhaps getting everything off your chest might help for the lonely days ahead. It’s not something you’d ever put on your patrons, but from this apartment to the gallery to how you had hoped for better, it all comes out like a rushing tide you can’t be embarrassed by until long after you’re done and cleaning the tears and snot from your face.

“That’s a lot to deal with,” he says, finger tracing a pattern across your rickety table.

Heat floods your cheeks. It’s nothing compared to what he has to do for the Republic. “It’s all silly things. There are worse problems in the galaxy. We’re in a war, after all.”

“There might be worse problems, but it doesn’t make yours any less valid,” he responds with a slight uptick of his lips. “How can we lessen at least one of those problems?”

“The leaky sink,” you admit. “I’ll be able to sleep if I’m not listening to it drip all night.”

“Let me see what I can do.”

As Hardcase works on the sink, you ask him questions about the war and smile as he becomes quite animated—much like he is while firing blasters. He laughs, jokes and smiles as he tells of his brothers and war. He’s confident he was created only to fight, but you notice he’s quite skilled at putting your sink back together.

Once complete, he glances at the chrono and frowns.  “I need to get back before curfew.”

You nod and give him a smile. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” He grins. “I’ll see you soon?”

“Of course.”

“And maybe we could start on the apartment above your gallery.��

You’d like that very much.

…

The notice on the datapad in your hand is a crushing blow as the reports on the holo from Umbara work to drag you down into the depths. You’re not certain why your heart heavies with sorrow, you don’t even know where Hardcase is, but the feeling progressively grows throughout the coming weeks. It’s only worsened by your patrons telling you not to grow attached to a soldier.

Why they make such statements continues to baffle you. It’s not as if you’ve mentioned him to them.

While he’s been away, you’ve begun packing up your little shop. A military expansion is set to claim your property and luckily, the government has offered you more credits than you’ve ever seen in your life rather than just take it from you. It’ll be easy to rebuild somewhere else.

Still…

It’s a bittersweet moment.

You’ve made wonderful memories here. From the patrons you’ve come to adore, to the weapons you’ve acquired, and to Hardcase; this rundown little place gave you hope and perhaps expectations. Friends, laughs, possibly lov—

The now-desolate shop weighs your heart down to the depths.

As you gently place the KYD-21 blaster in its case—the last one to be removed from the wall, your hand caresses the cool metal. It’s done a lot of good for your place. People have enjoyed it. A soldier has enjoyed it. You enjoy it. This little pistol with seventy-five shots and a favorite among bounty hunters and assassins has become the prize of your collection.

Taking one last look at the boxes neatly labeled and organized, you cast aside any anxiety over the movers who’ll be here tomorrow. Everything is clearly marked and ready for transport to storage. You’ve given yourself a few months to find a more ideal place. It shouldn’t be too hard since you’ve already narrowed locations down—

The dread dripping into your soul floods through and you struggle to swallow. Closing the blaster case, you grip the handle and take several deep breaths. This attack is irrational. It’s okay to say goodbye. There will be something better on the other side.

This place, despite the little apartment upstairs, was never your endgame anyway.

There’s a life yet to be lived some place far more exciting than Coruscant.

Squaring your shoulders, you grab the blaster case and head out the door for the last time. With your head held high, you find yourself paralyzed as you come face to face with two soldiers outside your door.

Clad in full armor, you look up into their T-visors and the case in your hand slightly trembles as your breath comes to a slow halt. Your wide eyes are transfixed as, in unison, they remove their helmets revealing one face tattooed with a Republic cog and the other with a Five on his right forehead.

“Ma’am,” says the one with the Republic cog, and the heavy tone in his voice sends ice through your veins. “We need a moment of your time.”

Those words are never good. Never good. Never… The dread and foreboding finally explode in your chest cutting off oxygen to your lungs as you manage to give a single nod.

“We regret to inform you…” starts the one with the Five before he swallows down what must be a thick lump in this throat. “…that Hardcase was killed in action.”

The thump at your feet seems a million miles away and you’re unaware that something has slipped from your grasp. Instead, the world around grows eerily silent and chillingly cold.

…

“I’d like to try that one.”

You continue sweeping the floor—not that it needs sweeping, but your hands always need to be doing something these days. Your brain needs these mindless tasks as you continue to put the past behind you.

“As I’ve already stated each and every time you’ve come in,” you say, and cannot hide the annoyance in your tone, “It is not available.”

“Then why is it there?” asks the Bith who constantly nettles you over the weapon each and every time he’s here.

Meeting his glassy, black gaze, you square your shoulders. “It’s for décor, that’s why it’s in a display case. Either choose one of the other blasters or leave.”

“You’re not very friendly,” he growls.

“And you’re not very bright,” you mutter as you return to sweeping.

When he selects a different blaster and enters the shooting range, you pause and let out a heavy sigh.

Six months have passed since you arrived on Thune. It’s home to all sorts of beings from dangerous Hutts to dancing Twi’leks. Your Wookie neighbor—who sells hand crafted bowcasters—is great to have when walking home at night—not that the neighborhood is dangerous, but it’s always good to be cautious.

The canals the city is built on and you boat home in are filled with beautiful, clear water. They’re gentle and calming and so far removed from the war you swear you’ve been transported to another time. That’s mainly why you chose it in spite of the Hutts lurking.

It truly is a piece of paradise.

Leaning against the counter, you’re aware of other customers milling about. You have growing relationships with most of them, and word of mouth seems to be your best advertisement. Unlike your spot on Coruscant, you’re constantly busy with the day-in and day-out which does it’s best to help ease the sorrow that a few months ago clung to you like a wet rag.

Overall, things have definitely panned out well.

Still, your gaze lifts to the display case where the KYD-21 blaster glints in the bright light streaming through the window.

Rubbing the back of your neck, you take a slow breath and huff. The soldier whose presence graced you for a little while will always be with you. His memory hangs not only from the weapon displayed prominently in your shop but stirs in your chest with every beat of your heart.

And you find yourself grateful every day for his sacrifice.

“I suppose that one’s off limits.”

Breath slowing as your brow furrows, you’re quick to shut your eyes and shake your head. That playful tone in a baritone voice cannot be. It simply cannot be.

It’s impossible.

“Didn’t think it was worthy of your private collection.”

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you turn to see a man leaned on your counter giving you a playful smirk. His face holds a few healing scars across his nose, cheeks and forehead, but the tattoo starting on his right eye hasn’t faded.

How it be, though? You know what those soldiers said, you heard what happened, you know…

What do you know?

Looking down at the gun he’s placed on the counter, Hardcase grimaces. “Didn’t think I’d earn the silent treatment.”

“S-sorry,” you stutter and wet your lips. “It’s just… I heard. Well, you were…”

He gives a nod. “Thought I was. Suffered a bunch of injuries and sometimes my ears still ring, but a well-placed escape pod and some luck got me through.”

Your hand runs over the blaster he’s brought to your counter. This one is for heavy combat—something you know he enjoys. “How long are you in town for?”

He gives another grimace as he continues to lean against your counter. “Uh… Well, officially, I’m… dead.” Smiling, he looks at the new and improved shooting ranges you have set up. “Besides, looks as if I have my work cut out for me testing all those ranges you’ve crafted. Hope this blaster is as good as that one.”

And you smile before pulling the KYD-21 blaster out of its display case and handing it to him. “Well, it is tradition.”

[selfshipping-shapeshifter]

AU where Ford summons Jill first, where Jill becomes his muse instead of Bill, where Ford doesn't fall for Bill's manipulation

Standing in front of the cave paintings, Ford reads the warnings written down for anyone wishing to summon one of the two demons. One cave painting has a triangle with a tall top hat and a bow tie while the other has a triangle with a shorter top hat, a monocle, and a ribbon tie, the same markings on both of the cryptic wheel.

Do NOT summon Bill Cipher at all costs! He craves the destruction of our universe and will trick anyone to get what he wants! He has manipulated me and plagued me with nightmares every night when I refused to do what he wished. Whatever you do, do NOT trust any yellow triangles trying to make a deal with you! DON'T read Bill's incantations out loud!

Huh, noted. Don't summon any yellow triangles. Ford notes it down in his journal and turns to read the message on the other wheel.

If you wish to summon a powerful dream demon, Jill Cipher is the more trustworthy one. This demon still has morals, unlike their twin brother. I've made a few deals with this demon and I can safely say my interactions with them were much more pleasant than Bill's, not to mention how they kept me safe from him and his nightmares. If you need to trust a demon, this one's your demon!

Well, now Ford knows which demon to summon. He notes it down before reading the incantations to summon Jill out loud. After a moment...nothing happens. His eyebrows furrow as he frowns in questioning before leaving the cave.

Much later he's sitting against a tree in a birch forest; his eyelids growing heavy as he begins to slowly doze off. His eyes flutter shut and when he opens them again, he finds himself leaning against a big pine tree on a floating island, a beautiful, vibrant, and vivid galaxy as the sky with a few more floating islands surrounding the one he's on in varying distances and sizes.

Ford gasps in awe and stands up, slowly wandering around the island he's on while looking around at the scenery. The island he's on has a small pond and a bunch of beautiful plants and flowers, some of which are bioluminescent.

He steps up to the edge and looks down, wondering what would happen if he fell off the edge. It's just a dream, right? But it's too vivid to just be a dream...

"Welcome!" Upon hearing the echo-y voice with a strange filter to it, Ford spins around to see, not the triangle he thought he was going to see but someone with a humanoid body that resembles said triangle, floating above the pond with a bright, toothy smile, a fang poking out.

This demonic figure has a short, plump, curvy, and feminine body type with royal purple skin, a glowing light purple left eye and a black triangular eyepatch covering the right, black shoulder length hair parted to the side with a dark yet vibrant red color on their tips on the right and purple on the left, fangs, claws with a black gradient on their arms and legs with a glowing brick pattern on their arms in the colors cyan, hot pink, and sea foam green. They wear a monocle, a small floating top hat, and a fancy outfit with a white button-up shirt and black ribbon tie, a black and white galaxy skirt, a purple vest with a brick pattern on it, and a black trench coat with a few tints of purple on it.

"Who- who are you...?" Ford gasps softly, staring at the eldrich being in awe. "Are you...Jill Cipher?"

"Yep! I'd prefer if you call me Amber, though!" Amber tips their top hat at him with a dramatic and graceful bow. "You must be Stanford Pines, the one who summoned me! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"I-I am, how did you know?" Ford asks and takes a step closer to them.

"It's a little ability I have; I know people's names before they even mention it, like second nature." Amber floats down to the island and steps up to him. With the snap of their fingers, a table and chairs appear out of thin air next to them, the table covered with teacups and plates and all kinds of sweets. "Want something to snack on? Some tea?"

"I-I'd love that." Ford sits himself in front of them and picks up a tea cup, sipping the tea already inside. It has a sweet taste to it with a hint of something fruity to it- probably raspberries if he's assuming correctly. The taste feels so real it's like he's actually drinking it.

Ford takes a moment to look around at the galaxy in awe, admiring all the stars and the bright colors. "Where are we?"

Amber smiles at his amazed reaction, sipping their own tea. "What do you think? It's my own personal little pocket dimension. When I visit people's dreams, I usually use this as my scenery."

"It's...beautiful..." Ford mutters softly, the bright stars reflecting off his eyes in an enchanting way. Amber finds themselves staring for a little moment longer before speaking.

"Thank you; I made it." Amber says proudly and sips their tea with a smile on their lips.

"You made this?" Ford turns his attention to Amber.

"Yep! Every single detail comes from my own imagination, my own mind. Every shimmer of the stars, every shine of the bioluminescent plants, everything." Amber says and sets their tea cup down, grabbing a cookie and taking a bite out of it.

"You must have a beautiful mind, then." Ford unconsciously replies, not realizing how flirty it sounded until it was out of his mouth.

A bright, genuine grin spreads on Amber lips and they glance away, blushing a faint...silver? "Thank you." Amber says, biting their lip with their fang.

Ford smiles at their flustered reaction, feeling proud of himself for making a powerful being like Amber blush. "Incredible...I've never seen anything blush silver before..." He mutters in awe.

"Ah, that. Yeah, my blood looks like mercury." Amber shrugs, turning to face him again and finishing up their cookie.

Ford stands up and quickly steps in front of Amber, cupping their chubby cheeks and staring at their blush in awe, noticing their silver freckles too. "Incredible..." He mutters to himself, unaware of how intimate this is.

Amber's silver blush glows brighter and they look up at him, staring into his eyes and admiring the way the stars shine off of it.

"May I have a sample?" Ford breaks the silence, unconsciously stroking their cheek with his thumb.

"Ah- sure, once I get a physical form. Be careful though, my blood makes people nauseous." Amber warns, resisting the urge to melt in his touch.

"Oh don't worry, I don't mind the sight of blood." Ford shrugs off their warning.

"No, I mean it will make you nauseous. Physically it can make anyone feel nausea just by being near it...for some reason??" Amber warns again.

"Incredible..." Ford mutters, thinking to himself.

Amber focuses their attention on his hands cupping their cheeks, and soon they realize something just by touch alone. "You have six fingers?"

Ford tenses up and glances away. "Yes..."

"That's amazing." Amber says with a smile and places their hand on top of his, feeling his extra fingers, mindful not to scratch him with their claw.

Now it's Ford's turn to blush. He perks up and looks down at them with wide eyes, surprised by their gentle touch and compliment on something he's been bullied for all his life. "Y-You really think so...?"

"Of course, why wouldn’t I?" Amber replies in a soft tone with a warm smile.

Ford realizes just how intimate this is and pulls his hands away from their face, stepping back and sitting back down in his chair. "Wha- What was with the triangle, on the wall of the cave?" He changes the subject, hoping they don't notice how red his cheeks are.

"Which one?"

"The one with the monocle."

"Ah, yes. That's what I used to look like before I changed my form to a more humanoid one. I mostly have a physical body, but I can’t go into your dimension yet because I haven't found a portal to take me there." Amber explains, taking a cake pop off the table and taking a bite out of it.

"Why do you want to come to my dimension?" Ford asks, grabbing a brownie off the table and taking a bite out of it. The taste is a rich, delicious chocolate and the brownie itself is soft- it feels like he's actually eating it.

"To explore. Your dimension interests me; I haven't been to it yet but I want to spend some time there, to get to know the place. Especially Gravity Falls; that's where most of the weirdness is at." Amber smiles at him and finishes their cake pop, setting the stick on the table.

"What if I built you a portal?" Ford asks, finishing off his brownie and leaning back against the chair.

Amber grins brightly at him when he suggests that. "That's right, you're a genius inventor and scientist."

He glances away with a flustered grin, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thank you- ah, y-yes, I am."

"That's very sweet, offering to build a portal just for me. Why, if I may ask?" Amber leans against their arms on the table, their elbows resting on the surface of the table while their head rests on the back of their hands.

Ford's cheeks heat up at their soft tone of voice and the look they're giving him. He glances away, his eyes darting down to the grass of the island. "Well- I-I just...I-It could be nice, seeing you in real life and not just my dreams."

Amber stares for a moment with a genuine smile on their lips- so far this human is the cutest thing they've ever seen. "I'd like that."

"Do- do we have to make a deal, or...?" He trails off.

"We don't have to, but if you want to we can." Amber shrugs.

Ford takes a moment to think. "If I build you a portal to access my dimension, would you show me around yours?"

Amber's smile falters and they glance down, a hint of sorrow in their eye. "Unfortunately, I can't show you my home dimension. Or, the dimension I originally came from." Amber says softly.

Ford's eyebrows furrow and he gives them a sympathetic look. "What happened...?"

"My dimension was destroyed many, many years ago." Amber says softly, a slight frown playing on their lips.

"By what...?" Ford asks softly, not wanting to bring back bad memories.

Amber pauses for a moment. "Have you met my brother, Bill?" He shakes his head. "Okay good, he hasn't influenced you yet." Amber takes a pause and leans back in their chair, waiting for a moment before speaking. "My brother has become a very cruel triangle over the years, but he wasn't always that way. He destroyed our dimension purely on accident- he just wanted our people to see the stars, unaware it would cause our dimension to burn into ashes. If you ask him, he'd tell you he purposely destroyed it; but I know what really happened. It was a horrible accident made from pure intentions."

"I'm...so sorry you had to go through that..." Ford says softly with a frown, his eyebrows furrowing in sympathy for his new friend.

Amber nods in acknowledgement, as if to say thank you without saying it. "I believe I've mostly healed since then, it's been many years since." A moment of silence fills the dream before Amber sits up. "Anyway, you were saying?"

"Ah, right- well..." He thinks for a moment. "If I build you a portal to access my dimension, can you take me to some of the dimensions you've been to?"

"Of course, and I'll even protect you from harm." Amber smiles at him.

"I appreciate that." Ford smiles back at them. "Would you also mind helping me with my research?"

"Of course. I'd be more than happy to help a scientist as handsome as you." Amber says. Did they just...flirt with him?? A demon as attractive as they are, flirting with a mere mortal such as him?? Ford couldn't me more flattered.

"I-I- uh...th-thank you!" He clears his throat, glancing down at the grass. Why is he so attracted to a being so far from human? He's never felt this way with anyone before...wait, they're a demon, right? He wonders what it would be like if they possessed him... "Is...Is there anything you want, to make this deal fair?"

"I think the deals already pretty fair; I mean, you're building me a portal, that's a lot of work already." Amber shrugs.

"Well..." How does he word this? "Maybe...if you need access to my dimension before the portal is finished, you could...possess me?" What a ridiculous request; Ford can feel the heat rushing to his cheeks again.

"Are you sure? I could possess a doll or something instead?" Amber asks with a smile, slightly surprised he's offering to be possessed just like that.

"I'm sure." Ford replies almost immediately.

Letting out a giggle, Amber stands up and approaches him, a smile on their lips. "Alright; if that's what you want, then let's make it official." They hold out their hand for him to shake, a blue flame surrounding it. Ford hesitates, not sure if it would burn him, before he takes their hand in his in a firm handshake, sealing the deal.

"A deals a deal." Ford says, glancing down at their clawed hand before looking back up at their face.

"I promise if I ever need to possess you, I'll take good care of your body." Amber reassures with a warm smile.

"Thank you, my muse..."