#all too purple... i wanna go indigo

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different levels of glitter for the base color of izuna's outfit : )

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serendipity. (x)

─── chapter 10 ! ~ a normal day at komore (until it wasn’t)

summary; when you, a waitress at the local coffee shop, are paired up with the new recruit scaramouche, you’re pretty sure both of you are going to get fired within a week. he’s just quit being a social media influencer and after being forced to work here to make ends meet, he’s ready to let everyone there know how much he hates it. the worst part? you can’t shake the feeling that you know him from somewhere. but as he slowly warms up to you, scaramouche realises that having a fresh start isn’t that bad after all, and perhaps the two of you meeting like this was pure serendipity.

a/n; new arc!! also i've been gone for a million years sorry 😭 life is just always on my ass for no reason, but hopefully i'll be able to finish this series soon hehehe, i wanna start a new one.

warning(s); none but i feel like the flow of the irl part is so abysmal it deserves its own warning LMFAO

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everything’s been going well today. the milkman delivered a couple extra bottles for free, a customer left an incredibly generous tip, and thoma perfected a new dessert. the day’s been going almost a little too well, but you don’t want to say it out loud for fear of jinxing it. it’s almost closing time, so thoma and yoimiya have already gone home too. maybe this could be the first time komore teahouse has an entirely uneventful day?! unfortunately for that dream, a second later you hear an easily recognisable shattering sound from where you’re cleaning out the storeroom – someone’s dropped a plate. sighing internally, you plaster on your best customer-service smile and grab the broom and dustpan before heading back out to sort out the mess.

the sight that greets you isn’t what you expected at all. scaramouche is standing opposite a tall, elegant woman dressed in a suit with neatly plaited purple hair, and the shards of the plate are scattered on the floor between them, almost like a line he’s daring her to cross. the woman’s eyes flicker with a myriad of emotions and she reaches out a hand, seemingly to cup his cheek, but scaramouche instantly slaps it away, fury evident in his gaze. hurt flashes across her face, and her voice trembles as she murmurs, “kuni-”. but before she can finish her sentence, scaramouche snarls, “fuck off.” “please, just hear me out,” she pleads, her indigo irises that look strangely familiar threatening to brim over with unshed tears. anger is practically radiating off of scaramouche, you’ve never seen him this upset – you’ve only seen his usual aloof facade. his fists are clenched, and his glare is so intense you swear it’s like he’s trying to strike lightning into the heart of the unknown woman as he spits, “you don’t get to just waltz back into my life after-” 

a piece of ceramic from the broken plate cracks under your foot as you step backwards, the sound almost deafening amidst the tension, and scaramouche’s head snaps to face you. for a moment, he looks so devastated that a strange urge to rush forward and comfort him almost overwhelms you, but then he conceals it behind a cold stare as he turns back to the woman, “i can’t do this right now.” with that, he walks out of the cafe, ignoring the way she winces as the door slams shut. with scaramouche gone, tears start to stream down the woman’s cheeks, and she buries her face in her palms as her shoulders shake with quiet sobs. tentatively stepping forward, you pat her back, “ma’am, are you alright?” as soon as the words slip out of your mouth you’re scolding yourself for asking such a stupid question – she obviously isn’t fine! thankfully, she inhales deeply before sighing, “no. but that isn’t your burden to carry.” unsure of what to do next, you settle for giving her an awkward smile before starting to sweep up the pieces of the plate. “i’ll compensate you for the plate, of course,” she says, placing a wad of cash on the counter, “i hope that makes up for the scene i caused.” “thank you…” you murmur, staring at the money and wondering how much this lady thinks plates cost, “and don’t worry, it was half scara’s fault too.” 

“scara?” her voice sounds strange when she utters his name, as if she’s testing how the name feels on her tongue, “is that what he goes by?” “yeah,” you look up at her as you finish sweeping, “he’s our newest barista.” “oh… good for him, then.” you can’t tell if she means it or not. “i’ll be taking my leave now, but i’ll be back soon. thank you for being so accommodating.” she continues, and you don’t dare look up until you hear the sound of the bell above the door signaling her exit. now what on earth was that about?

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The Curse of Magical Girl AU

So as I mentioned before I talk with some ppl on discord and we might see more Robins. As I said, I was open to add more Robins if ppl had ideas and followed the design conceptions of the AU. You all are free to add more as long as the ideas are talked about and communicated so no overlap happens. Draw and design away; alternative form for the ones I've done too is okay too. I know someone is working on; Mia Mizoguchi AKA Robin Morganite | Robin Mort | RM and I think jar juggling is one of the weapons considered. I got provided video proof of how sick it is. If you wanna know the design conventions, they are: They must have 3 forms. One is base form, and the second is alt, aka princess/prince. And last is the lethal mode. They gain a white streak in their hair after a stroke with death. Shown in Jay's example. Babs will gain one after her tango with Joker to, just wanted to show what she og looked like. They all have an individual style R with a gem * as it's a play on a contract clause. R* Their weapon transforms, but it's generally good to keep it close in function/appearance to keep them on the theme. Only lethal for may use a deadly weapon. Weapon for Normal and Alt mode must be an item a person can perform with that could be considered acrobatic. Hence, the reference vids. All hololigth details but for the glasses must go into the weapon in lethal mode. The undersuit is always the darkest and lightest of the gem colors. One Guy and Girl will have matching details, such as bows, as they are dance partners and can do a unique combo move together if they dance. Notably Babs & Dick, Stef & Tim. My plans for the rest are as follows: Jay & Cas, Harper & Duke. Dami is doing solo, but I have Carrie in mind for later, possibly. Each of them has A full hero name: Robin Gem-name. One shortened version, that's a "fake name" using Robin as a last name. And the first name is the derivative name of either the initial name or the gem. Robin Gem or Robin Argi. RG is the initial name. Robin is first on the fake name cuz it mimics Anime naming conventions to refer back to the maho shojo genre and the naming tradition of anime's home country. For nontransparent gems, you can color pick from other gems of the color. The gem's name is something they chose not to be called Robin. So, they chose a gem most people are more likely to recognize. So Babs decided to go by Jasper when her Gem colors are lifted from a Citine Gem. Hair must change in some way; making it longer or shorter is up to you, regardless of Sex. Robin gets gender swapped by the curse. If a person is intersex, the curse will get confused and only transform the outfit and hair but leave the body alone. As it's based on bio-gender and not what gender one identifies as. The curse is not that smart to figure that out. The OG Robin Bracelet is always safe in the music box, but phantom versions appear in the Robins, so they can summon weapons out of it. They can be present one moment and be gone the next; think nanotech transforming. I have on hand a list of possibilities (But there is no way I'll make the whole alphabet alone)

RA, Amethyst (Purple) RB, Beryl (Idk got options) RC, Celestite (Denim) RD, Diamond (White) RE, Emerald (Deep Green) RF, Fluorite (Idk got options) RG, Garnet (Idk got options) RH, Heliodor (golden chapange) RI, Iolite (Indigo, Blue-Purple) RJ, Jasper (Orange) RK, Kunzite (Pinky-Purple) RL, Lazulite (Blue-Black) RM, Morganite (Peachy) RN, Nephrite (Super pale mint) RO, Onyx (Black) RP, Peridot (Grreen-Yellow) RQ, Quarts (Light-Blue) RR, Ruby (Red) RS, Sapphire (Deep Blue) RT, Topaz (Yellow) RU, Ulexite (Eggshell, White-Yellow) RV, Väyrynenite (Brigth Pink) RW, Weloganite (Soft Yellow) RX, Xonotlite (Super plale blue) RY, Yugawaralite (White-Gold) RZ, Zircon (Brown)

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A Moment Of Peace. [Lost Girls AU]

Notes: Fluff. Like- tooth rotting fluff because I need to INDULGE yall, life's been hard LOL 🙏. And the boys being daddys has my brain ROTTING.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of Pregnancy. Flirting and a little bit of kissing but nothing NSFW. Meant for ages 15+. Enjoy~!

Chrysta's hands worked at a delicate but quick pace, her thumb gently making contact with the end of the sharp needle strung securely between the two fabrics she was stitching together.

She admires her handiwork so far, seeing the small patch of purple polka-dots among the many different bits of clothing sewn carefully upon any tears or holes in the long wavy skirt that sat upon her lap. She looks at it with a smile, proud of herself whilst she holds it out to look at it against the dim candlelight in her nest, hidden away deep into the low ground of the cave.

Her attention is quickly pulled from her stitching to the sound of hushed whispers and giggles, echoing so faintly along the walls along with the low rumble of thunder and crashing waves outside.

She takes the thin indigo threat hanging from her needle and pulls it tight between her left bottom and top fang, cutting it. She places the needle in a safe, flat crevice to not be lost into the many sheets, blankets, and pillows swarming the small nest. The whispers that had yet to cease grew more indistinct as she moved from her sitting position to get atop her knees, leaning ever so slightly forward, looking through the sheen cloth hanging loose and low around the entrance of her nest working as some sort of curtains.

She reached a hand out to gently pull it away, just to see the world of the dim cave from beyond the foggy, cream tinted fabric in her way.

The small upturn splayed on her lips out of curiosity quickly grows with amusement and a swell in her undead heart. The four little bodies all huddled together against a perch near the rafters in the caved in hotel weren't that hard to miss.

"Quit pushing!"

"No fair, I wanna feel!"

"It tickles!"

"Ow, that's my foot!"

Chrysta can't help but let out a low breath through her nose at the amusing scene, finding her head giving a slight shake while she watches the small squabble between sisters a little longer.

Anastasia sat atop the perch her other sister's either crawled onto the top of or stood on their tippy toes to reach over. Her arm was outside the small cave opening, her pale hand with her fingers spread out and feeling the cool rainwater gently sprinkle down the palm of her hand.

Jennifer was fighting against Tiffany to have both their hands fit through it at the same time, pushing and shoving one another as they continued to not understand the concept of sharing- all while Katherine tried her best to even peek through and see the pale moonlight leaking in behind the thick grass Anastasia had also pushed away with her hand. The young girl trying desparely to peek through her sisters legs or between their bodies.

"Girls?" Chrysta called out, her voice ringing faintly against the caved walls, but not too loud it was booming. It was enough to have four heads quick turn to look at her, their eyes glowing a bit in the dark.

"Come back to bed with me. Your dad's will be back soon." She states with a small wave of her hand to behind her, watching them all exchange looks between each other before obeying their mothers request.

Tiffany pushes away Jenny and Kat, who quickly tale behind her as she runs halfway down the perch, and when she's low enough to the ground, jumps down the rest of it. Her sisters are following.

"It's no fair!" Tiffany whines a bit. "I wanted to go hunting tonight!"

Chrysta chuckles at the sight, the sound of bare feet pattering against the floor getting louder and louder as they grow closer and closer to the entrance of the nest.

Tiffany all but leaps through the opening and tumbles into the comfort and warmth of pillows and her mother's body, smiling content while nuzzling her face into Chrysta's waist.

Jennifer hurries next, getting in a more proper way, crawling through the thick layer of comforter and sheets and laying next to Tiffany.

And Chrysta quickly helps Kat inside next, grabbing the girl by her outstretched hand above her head and lifting her inside, the girl finding assurance at the opposite side of her mom that wasn't occupied by her other sisters.

"Yeah, they promised we could go tonight!" She explains her complaints along with Tiffany, hugging onto her mother's arm and looking at her for a reason or answer.

"They always say that, Kat." Anastasia's voice called, a small hint of annoyance laced into the words - only earning her Kat blowing a raspberry at where she still sat atop the perch near the rafters

Only three girls had gotten in with Chrysta so far, and she was quick to notice, looking back to see Anastsia still sat, her eyes once again strained outside, watching the storm and the pure rainwater glistening and dripping softly from rocks and grass. Her face was illuminated by pale light of the moon, enough for Chrysta to see the calm yet longing look on her eldest daughters face.

"Annie, come on," Chrysta ushered again, a small, hopeful smile on her lips as she made eye contact with Anastasia, motioning with her head to her other daughters. "Join us."

Anastasia twisted the strings of her night gown between her fingers a bit anxiously, her lips forming a tight line for a second as she shifted her gaze back to the opening in the cave. "Maybe in a minute." She replied, her voice quiet. But Chrysta heard.

The brunette watches her daughter's figure a little longer, a sympathetic frown falling on her lips, but she gives an understanding nod and decides to leave it at that.

Chrysta knew no matter how many times she said it didn't bother her, how any times she sounded annoyed when her sisters complained about not being able to join hunting, Anastasia truly did feel a bit disappointed or left out when her father and his mates left to go hunting, leaving her, her mother, and sisters behind.

She was jealous, and she was upset. She felt she was old enough - she was twelve after all, even if her sisters couldn't join, she was old enough to leave the cave for any other circumstances besides just a night on the boardwalk. Right?

"Mommy, how come we can't go hunting yet?" Kat spoke up finally, sitting atop her knees and hands placed on her lap with her head held high and looking at her mom expectantly. "Daddy said we could go next time - he even pinky promised!" She said, holding her hand out and wiggling her pinky finger.

Chrysta sighs a little, bringing her hands up to brush away the crazy dirty blonde curls framing Kat's face, cupping her small cheeks for a second as she looks into her deep, glistening puppy-dog eyes.

"You know they can be forgetful." She states simply, bringing her hands down to the zipper of Kats onsie and zipping it fully up to her neck, given the girl had tugged it down loosely to her collarbone. "But they are just as forgetful as they are protective. You're still young, all of you. It's risky taking you out when you aren't big enough."

Kat's pout only furthers as her bottom lip studs out, bringing a hand up to scratch and pry at the collar of her onsie with a grumble.

"But I'm old enough!" Tiffany speaks up next, lifting herself up from where she  had nestled into her mothers pillows, pointing her thumb to her chest she had puffed out proudly. "Seven is a big kid age, and I lost both my baby fangs already! Jenny hasn't even lost her bottom set yet."

"Hey!" Jennifer pushes her sister harshly into the pillows again, using the traction to lift herself up and glare down at her, it only gets worse as Tiffany, in return giggled and squealed into the pillows at the action.

"Girls." Chrysta states sternly, seeing an argument about to break out. She pats the area in front of her where her legs are criss-cross, Tiffany quickly filling that space and sitting in the same position with her back tuned to her mom, head held high and arms folded tightly over her chest. Sticking her tongue put at Jenny, who returns the gesture.

Chrysta began to pull the braids, ties, and few bits of leaves and sticks from Tiffany's hair, letting a small slience fall on them before she continued, just to let the girls little spat calm down for a moment.

"As happy as I am that you are all very confident in yourselves, it's very dangerous and the chances of you getting caught are high." She begins, letting Tiffany's sandy blonde, mane-like hair fall from its pigtails, wrapping the decorated rubber bands around her wrist.

"Me and your fathers just want to play it safe and have you wait a bit longer, I'm sure the time will go by quickly."

It was an answer, but not one the girls wanted, obviously. Chrysta saw their moods only sour more. The pouts outnumbered her reassuring smile as they all looked to their hands or laps with disgruntled noises of agreement.

Chrysta gently tugs at the soft strands of blonde hair for a moment before letting Tiffany free with a quick straighten of her pajama top before she hurried back over to her mother's side. Jennifer took her place and awaited a nightly braid in her dark brown hair.

"Besides," Chrysta began again, running her dark red nails through Jenny's hair, separating a few sections into parts as she does so. "When Jenny and Annie go off with their dads very soon, I'll need help with the new baby coming. Won't I?" Chrysta mentions as her gaze falls between Tiffany and Kat, finding she had their attention on her again.

Kat and Tiffany look to each other with their mother between the two of them before their gaze goes to her tummy. The usually tight tanktop curled a little bit over the small bumb forming on Chrysta's figure visible to their eyes.

"I guess..." Tiffany comments through the corner of her lips as she plays with the buttons on her pajama shirt, while Kat places her arms on her mother's thigh, resting her chin atop her crossed arms She stares at the bump a little longer, her legs kicking behind her absentmindedly, the noise of her little feet making contact with the fluffy surface beneath her causes Chrysta to glance down at her through the corner of her eye, pausing in her braiding of Jennifer's hair.

A faint smile forms on her face as she quirks a brow. "Do you think it's going to be another girl? Or a boy?" She asks, bringing Kat's gaze back up to her.

Her eyes immediately brighten at the question, and a grin spreads across her chubby face as she replies instantly. "I hope it's a boy! There are too many girls, and I need a brother!" Kat says, her kicks quicken as she grew excited.

"No way!" Tiffany cuts in, throwing her hands up above her. "Boys smell. Oh, and all the daddy's snore too loud as well. I don't want any more boys!"

"But Daddy Paul says if mommy has any more girls, he's gonna pull his fangs out!" Kat responds to her sister.

"I hope it's a boy so dad doesn't have to give all his claw and teeth jewelry away, and I get to keep it." Jennifer responds as Chrysta finishes the long braid that goes all the way to her lower back, secure as no strands fall loose from it.

Chrysta just laughs at the small dispute and comments made with the question she offered, hearing the girls go back and forth, but it is a wholesome manner rather than an argument. She looks back up over to where Anastasia still sat, barely having even moved since the last time Chrysta had looked at her.

"What do you think, Annie?" She tries to include the platinum blonde, earning a small head crane toward her as Anastasia had heard her name. "Boy or girl?" Chrysta offers.

Anastasia looks off into space for a second, her brow furrowing and eyes narrowing as though she's thinking. The faintest of smiles grew on her lips as she looked back at her mom. "A girl. I just know it." She finally answers in a matter of fact way, a confidence in her voice that made Chrysta quirk a brow.

"Oh? And how are you so sure?" She smirks, putting a hand on her hip.

She watches Anastasia shrug, looking back outside, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, her smirk matching Chrysta's. "Cause I caught dad betting with Marko, Paul, and Dwayne on it being a boy."

As she says it, all the girls make an 'ooo' sound as though they were a bunch of women catching up on the newest hint of gossip- breaking into giggles as Chrysta's mouth falls open and agape at the confession.

"You sneak!"

The sudden, new and yet familiar voice exclaiming through the cave made all the girls jump- especially Anastsia, who let out a shrill squeal of surprise when a face suddenly blocked the vision of outside from her through the opening she was looking at.

"Dad!" She shouts angrily, muffled against her hands as she peeks through them to see David's face in all its glory (upside down) looking at her, a large, fanged grin on his face as he can't fight the chuckle that leaves his throat seeing he got the exact reaction he was going for.

It wasn't long before all the girls hidden away in Chrysta's nest hurried out with excitement at the arrival, running to the cave entrance when what followed the sound of David's laugh was more from other people, along with the sound of accessories chiming and echoing. A noise they all grew to know meant that dad's were home.

"Daddy!" They all shouted in sync, running to each individual body that were in just as much as a hury to see them as well.

Marko was quickly tackled in the legs by Kat, who wrapped her limbs firmly around his calf, giggling happily as he in return hopped around on one foot, lifting his other leg to look at her.

Tiffany jumped up and down while tugging at the hem of Paul's jacket, her laughter turning into a squeal of joy as he immediately scoops her up into his arms, throwing her in the air before catching her and holding her to his hip, nuzzling the end of his nose against her own.

Jennifer is almost instantly held in Dwayne’s arms, holding her secure and safely as he spins her around, just to hear her quiet giggles, resting his chin atop her head.

Anastasia hurries down from the perch just in time for David to follow after into the entrance, taking his eldest daughter into a tight- soggy embrace due to himself and the other boys being sopping wet from the rain (and additional blood dripping from their chins, and staning their lips) but she doesn't seem to mind, burying her face into his chest as he rubs her back soothingly, whispering something teasing about how he told her to keep the bet a secret.

"Guys!" Chrysta's voice cuts in, folding an arm over her stomach with a heavy groan. "You're gonna get the girl's pajamas wet and messy!" She explains while throwing the curtains back to fully see them all, her arm still outstretched to hold it back.

"Oh, is someone feeling left out?" Marko teases, bringing Kat up to cling onto his back instead, peeking over his shoulder at her mom.

"Does someone need a little wet love too?" Paul comments next to Marko, the two both looking at each other with a mutual agreement on what was about to happen.

watching the mischevious grins fall on each of their faces- including the girls - Chrysta finally realizes what he's insinuating. Her eyes go big, pointing her finger at them accusingly and giving it a small wave.

"No, don't you dare!"

"You brought this on yourself, Chrissie." David chuckles, taking a slow, threatening step toward her hiding away in her nest.

"You're not getting my blankets wet! Get out!" Chrysta tries to argue and demand, but it seems it's too late.

She barely even noticed Tiffany and Kat leaving Paul and Marko before the girls tackle their mother into an embrace that causes her to fall onto her back with a scream, which quickly grows into loud laughter.

Marko quickly jumps into the heavy mountain of pillows at her side, causing the nest to bounce a little with the sudden weight, making the girls give a little 'wee!'

Paul follows Marko... Except he falls right onto the top of Chrysta and the daughters, arms out to wrap them up in his embrace. It makes Chrysta grunt at the sudden ambush while the girls squealed and squirmed to try and get out of from under his weight.

Dwayne decides to be a little more gentle on his poor wife, only laughing and grinning at the scene as he sits close to the opening, one leg hanging from the edge of the opening. Jenny, however, is quick to join the pile of bodies, Jenny climbing atop of Markos back and sitting on him as he fakes groans of pain while she bounces up and down giggling.

"Mercy Jen, mercy! I may be immortal, but I have an old dad back now!" Marko says, reaching his hand up behind him to tickle her side, which ceases her actions for a second while she tries to push his hand away.

David follows Dwayne on the opposite end of the opening, Anastasia leaning against his side, curling up against him snugly as she watches the scene with a big grin, hugging her knees close to her chest.

"Okay, okay, I yeild!" Chrysta shouts while waving her arm out above her head, trying to make her voice loud enough to be heard over the giggles and muffled chatter. "Now get off before you squish me and my baby!" She jokes, her legs out at each of Paul's sides, kicking a little to get him to move.

He does, only after stealing a quick kiss from her, before he rolls over, taking Kat and Tiffany in each of his arms. He sits upright,  shaking out his damp mane of rainwater dripping from the ends. The action left the droplets flying everywhere, sprinkling onto Kat and Tiffany as they giggled and sheild themselves from the inside rain.

Kat escapes it by quickly moving to where her father sat with Jenny still sitting atop his back, peeking an eye open to see her grab his limp arm and place her tiny body under it, snuggling up to his side and bringing her nose close to his cheek, feeling the small scratch of stubble against her nose as she nuzzles him.

Chrysta sits upright, fixing her crazed curls while licking away the bit of blood Paul had left stained on the corner of her lip. She looked at her slightly dampened clothes now, giving a glare to each of the bodies all curled up in her nest, but the twinkle in her eyes showed the glare was all bark and no bite.

"You're all brats." She pouts, looking down at Marko, who only gave a smug, lopsided grin whilst Kat licked away at the remaining splotches of blood against his cheek and chin. Like a kitten would lap at an offer of milk dampening the end of your finger.

"She missed us." David replies sarcastically, almost as though translating what Chrysta was saying as he looks between the boys, a smirk faint on his lips. He folds his arms while kicking his legs up and crossing them along the edge of the opening into the nest, watching as the little coven of vampires got comfortable in the warmth of blankets and bodies.

Chrysta just rolls her eyes at the comment. But he wasn't lying.

"But it is bedtime for you four. It's time to get some shut eye." David orders calmly, nudging Anastasias back with his shoulder where she leaned against him. That earned him whines from the boys and daughters alike.

"But I wanna stay up! I'm not even sleepy!" Tiffany argues, only to have a yawn follow, Paul mimicking it.

"Tough. You need to get used to sleeping during the day." Paul stretched, arching his back a little, which makes his chest puff out and push Tiffany off his lap, making her fall into her back with a grunt, followed by a laugh as she kicks her legs in the air against his thigh.

"True, and Papa Paully needs his beauty sleep." Marko comments playfully, standing to be on all fours, making Jenny roll off his back and to be quickly caught by Dwayne and David's legs so she doesn't fall out of the nest.

"Damn right, I do." Paul merely agrees with the joke meant to insult him, grabbing Tiffany by her ankles and lifting her up in the air, making her continue to squeal and cackle, looking around at the world now upside down. "Now, say goodnight to Ma." Paul lowers Tiffany down a bit behind him so she can grab his shoulders, letting go of her legs and feeling them hit his back before wrapping around his torso, her arms doing the same around his neck.

Kat climbs up Marko’s arm, getting a little help from him as he uses his unoccupied hand to lift her up onto his own back, feeling her follow Tiffany's actions and cling onto him.

"G'night, Mama." Marko says, placing a kiss to Chrysta's knee and giving it a small pat. "Night, Mama." Kat repeats after Marko, letting him lean forward a little so she can place a kiss where he did. But she takes the moment with how close she is to place a little pat to her moms belly. "Night, baby. I hope you're a boy."

It almost made Chrysta's poor undead heart start beating again, giving a little laugh. She leans over to place a kiss atop both her curly haired loved ones in return. "Love you, sugar." She speaks into Kats' hair, almost fighting the urge to keep them there a little longer as Marko pulled away and crawled toward the opening of the nest.

"Night, Mama." Tiffany calls, giving a sleepy wave as she rests her head in the crook of Paul's neck, blowing away his sand blonde mane that tickles at her cheek and nose.

"See ya, Dime-peice." Paul gives a quick kiss to Chrysta's cheek before following after Marko and hiking up toward the rafters hidden deeper into the cave, carrying Tiffany on his back the whole way.

Anastasia watches them walk away, seeing Paul kick a rock in the way of the opening she was peering through moments before. Blocking out the moonlight that'd soon become skin searing sunlight. She then glances up at David, seeing him looking at the exact place she was, watching intently and making sure his coven had gotten to their sleepaway safely. And he sensed the eyes in him, his gaze falling back to Anastsia, not saying anything other that raising his eyebrows a little with a small head tilt.

"Are you gonna join us in the rafters tonight, dad?" She asks, letting her hold around her legs slack a little.

David gives a small shake of his head, putting an arm around her as he sees a bit of disappointment cross Anastasia's face at the non-verbal answer. "Can't. I need to keep close to your mom until the baby's born, and she can join us again."

Anastasia knew it was true, given someone had to keep an eye on Chrysta while she's more vulnerable - yet she couldn't help but begin to miss the company of Chrysta and David sleeping in the rafters beside her. Still, she knew there wasn't much she could do, and it wasn't like they'd never come back, and when they would, it'd be with a new baby sibling. So she supposes she has something else to look forward to in the next seven months.

"If you get lonely, you can come back down any time you want, you know that." Chrysta steps in, giving Anastasia a comforting rub on her arm, David giving her shoulder a squeeze.

The blonde gives a small nod, looking between her parents with a small sigh. "Yeah, I know." She says, offering a small smile, placing her head against David's shoulder for a second, which gets her a quick kiss atop her forehead in return.

Dwayne stands outside the entrance now, a sleepy-eyed Jenny on his back as she hides away her face into his hair. He holds a hand for Anastasia to take, which she gladly does so with the offer to help her out, giving a small wave behind her to David and Chrysta.

"Night." She says, still holding Dwayne’s hands as they make their way to the rafters to join the rest of their coven, safe and hidden away from the sun and danger of outside.

Chrysta watches them all with a bit of longing, just a little sad she or David couldn't join them yet, especially feeling just a bit guilty to leave Anastasia by herself.

"And then there were two." David's voice brings Chrysta from her thoughts, looking toward her with half lidded gaze as the exhaustion of the night out began to kick in, but he grinned at her nonetheless.

"Three, actually." Chrysta corrected with a smile, feeling a little clever as David gives a small eyeroll while joining her at her side, letting his body relax into the comfort of her nest, given he was already getting used to spending his days sleeping there. He let's go of the breath he was holding, let any tense muscle in his body calm.

"Right... Right. Three." He comments, his voice gravelly and muffled against the skin of her shoulder as he closes his eyes, throwing an arm over Chrysta as he lays on his stomach, the side of his he'd laid against pillows and his breathing slow and warm against the skin of Chrysta's shoulder. His hand rubbing small circles into the side of her stomach.

She looks toward him as he looks as though he's asleep, but she knows he's still awake... Even if it's barely. She plays with the cuff of his jacket and his glove, feeling the way his fingers tense or twitch a bit with the faint feeling of her own hand.

"Hm?" David hums lowly, already knowing from the nervous touch of his mate something was up. His eyes stayed closed, but he felt the traction of Chrysta turning her head to him.

"You can go join Annie and the others in the rafters if you want." She whispers, bringing her arm up to run her fingers up the back of David's neck through where his mullet grew out. "I can take a night by myself."

"I ain't about to leave you in here, by yourself." David countered, his voice wary and a little stern, but it grew a little softer, running his hand against her side for any hint of comfort in his touch. "Anastasia will be just fine. It's only a few more months and it isn't the worst thing in the world."

"I know, I know... But are you okay with it?" Chrysta questions, moving some of the still wet strands of hair from his resting face, not seeing any reaction to her touch or words at all. Vampires really do sleep like the dead.

"I sleep perfectly fine when I know my coven is safe. My coven is safe and protected. I'm okay." He reassures, his voice still a little slurred and monotone as he tries to keep wake to aid his mate with anything or any of her worries, and Chrysta can't help but feel a little better knowing that, giving him a smile she's aware can't see, but he understands. He can feel that sudden peace of the moment and calm silence shared between them.

"If you say so. Then I'm okay, too." Chrysta whispers against his forehead, placing her soft lips against his cold brow.

David answers by giving her a tight tug toward him, his arm over her body brings her closer as he buries his face into the crook against her shoulder, placing a kiss to her neck, soft and innocent while exhaling a calm breath through his nose against her collarbone.

"That's it... Now go to sleep."

Chrysta hides the bottom half of her face into his bleach-blonde hair, breathing the scent of rain and his natural musk intoxicating her lungs. She holds the breath a little longer as she closes her eyes, letting it go after a second as her body goes heavy against David's.

A rare moment where she finally felt at peace.

[eriyu]

People I Wanna Get to Know Better

tagged by @wildstar25 (thank you!!!)

Last Song: i just rewatched Marianas Trench's video for Who Do You Love!!! it made me cry again!!! (although also this happened because of a conversation stemming from their new album; go listen to it.)

Favorite Color: indigo. as rich as possible. in the spot right where you're not sure whether to call it blue or purple.

Currently Watching: multiple things, but biggest is probably that i've been slowly making my way through Doctor Who? i gave up before Matt Smith many years ago, but i'm currently in the middle of series 6 with the help of this guide

Last Movie: i'm not sure it's the most recent, but i rewatched Lion King II not too long ago. it may not be the original Lion King, but legitimately, it's pretty good??? i was feeling kinda nuts over One of Us. "Born in grief / Raised in hate / Helpless to defy his fate / Let him run / Let him live / But do not forget / What we cannot forgive."

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: sweet!!!!! i love sugar!!!!!!! i mean, spicy and savory are also good. but if i have to choose.

Relationship Status: single

Current (OC) Obsessions: am i supposed to be more specific than just "Ehryu"??? i've been thinking a lot lately about her and Thancred, i guess. i just adore their friendship. how much they have in common. how straightforward they are with each other. how much they end up leaning on each other. how they have the absolute best banter.

Last Thing I Googled: "indigo dye" LMAO. before this it was "laser pointer milliwatts" because someone on reddit claimed that you could use a "regular-ass" laser pointer for laser therapy.

i've seen a lot of people get tagged by others already so i'm just going to blanket tag all mutuals. 8') if you haven't done it already, please do!!!

[never-ending-fanfic]

Catching up with The Dragon Prince and decided to make a Crossover AU concept except all member of the Ghost Crew are different elves

(mind you I'm not deciding based on appearance or signature color ect I'm going with the General Vibe™ so it's rather personal, you can disagree or share your ideas)

Let's also say there are no humans in this case scenario kay? Let's dig in!

Hera- Skywing Elf, definitely, no doubt. Her love of flying is too strong for me to place her in a different type. She's also that "less than one in ten" case that's born with wings. I would say her horns would be long and curved to mimic the original lekku, I'd keep her green color (even though it's not usual for Skywing Elves to have that skin tonr) but maybe I'll add some silver/gray touches to

Kanan- Startouched Elf, going with what we know about that type, they're very rare and so are the Jedi after the fall of the Republic, so that's a nice touch. He'd have a deep indigo skin and obviously horns (to add the touch one could be chipped, to signify that he's been through a lot), his primal source is the stars ofc and ofc he's trying to teach Ezra about the arcanum with the stars, since that type of connection is rare and not much is known about it

Ezra- Startouched Elf, everything goes same as for Kanan, but I feel Ezra could have obviously smaller horns and a little lighter blue skin. He would also figure out the arcanum to more than one primal source and would definitely try Dark Magic at some point (just like how Ezra was tempted by the dark side in the show)

Sabine- Earthblood Elf- hear me out, she would definetly use her Earth Magic to create beautiful art, wether it would be with plants gems and crystals, she would have brown skin and green hair (at least originally, she could dye it later)

Zeb- Sunfire Elf, he would definitely still be a captain of the royal guard in Lux Aurea before its fall (lile Lasan) and it definetly fits that this type of Elves are known for amazing weapons (SWR Ladats- bo-rifle, TDP Sunfir Elves- Sunforge blades and armour) and his "heat-being mode" would definitely be something to see... He doesn't use the Sun Magic often, but like all Elves, he's connected to his primal source- the sun

Kallus- Moonshadow Elf, they're known for being great assasins and infiltrators, I think it would sit well with Kallus' spying abilities (and you cannot tell me that the phrase "by the light of Lothal's moons" doesn't fit perfectly!) He would still be pale with a bit of purple-ish hints, his markings would resemble his freckles, his hair would be white. He would know know a few spells but wouldn't rely only on them. He originally used Dark Magic, but after becoming one of The Good Guys™, he stopped. He's the perfect opposite of Zeb at first glance although also going with @seth-shitposts post about Kallus being like a moon that reflects the light around him, this is perfect.

Chopper- he would be Bait, but more outrightly unhinged

Not sure if I'm gonna write that or draw that but I wanna do SOMETHING

[ghosts-and-glory]

Hello I'm the survey anon, I'm here to ask you some questións about cotl. First: how did you get into the game? Second: What's your favorite part of the game? And Third: If you could add or remove anything? What would it be? Thank you for your time, tumblr user Ghosts-and-Glory. (I'm not an official account or anything, just a curious guy.)

I ramble under the cut

1) I think I saw advertising for it a few years back just before it came out. I watched a few people play it (RT Game and Secret Sleepover Society) but it didn’t look like my thing. At one point I just remembered it existed and wish-listed it on steam and bought it on a whim when it went on sale in December. I have not been the same since (affectionate)

2) Tie between the music, visual style and story elements. My hot take is cotl has my favourite video game soundtrack, it’s one of the few I have on my playlist next to other music. The colour direction makes me cry tears of joy. I will never ever get over the indigo/purple and like red/magenta colour scheme of the majority of the game. The subtle and lively animation, little tiny visuals like Kallamar being the only bishop with a leviathan’s cross on his design to go along with his ocean theming. The story feels so lovingly crafted and in depth just the way it gives you little bread crumbs. Like l loose my mind digging through dialogue and tablets like a madman.

Honourable mention to the crusades and the boss fights. The only other rouge like I’ve ever played is Noita and that game kicks my ass, like at least I can progress through cotl without getting shot by goblins with shotguns. But on my first play throughout I absolutely lost my shit at the way each bishop’s boss fight takes the main elements from the area and ramps it up. The bosses reflect on that area’s enemies and it’s so well designed.

3) I really really wish the game was better optimized. I have a weak computer and I gotta turn the graphics waaayyyy down and unplug my Cintiq to play. It crashes on me if I have too many followers, too many crops, it crashed when I finished the post game, I’ve been soft locked by trying to talk to a follower, something being in their way and they can’t path find to me. Also just small things like I have SIX OUTHOUSES AND THE FUCKERS STILL SHIT IN THE CHURCH. And when my heart demon guy drops extra HEARTS OUT OF BOUNDS. I also wish there was a bit more with some of the minor npcs. Like give Plimbo as much character as Sozo you cowards. It’s also vaguely disturbing how none of Ratau’s friends react when you sacrifice him. And I wanna pet all my followers.

[nerdylizj]

Hi, how are you doing? I hope you're well!

So firstly, I wanna say that I love your "forgetting is a kind of mercy" fic. Thank you so much for writing it and sharing it with us! It is happy fuzzy and SO PAINFUL WHERE IT NEEDS TO BE, and I just love how you maintain a type of hope throughout despite the difficulties.

Now, onto my question: Once everything settles (and Zuko and Katara are Fire Lord and Fire Lady respectively), do you think that Zuko and Katara would still wear green once in a while? To serve as a reminder? Like, when they're going on special dates or just relaxing with Akio and want to feel more grounded? Would green act as a comforting color for Akio, since that's what his parents wore when he was very young? OR, could they just have a patch of green in all of their outfits, like an inside joke that only they get?

Anyways, sorry for the rambling, just thinking about the color symbolism and whatnot. Thanks again for writing, and I hope you get to enjoy your day!!!

hiii thank you so much for your kind message! I'm doing well, how are you? I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far <3 hope is a big theme in atla so i'm happy to hear that this is translating into this au.

For Zuko/Lee and Katara/Kya, green has meant and will continue to mean so much to them for various, sometimes-warring reasons - as well as other colors to come! I love using colors as a theme in my writing to the point that it's a little pathetic, lmao.

Your message reminded of a specific section I recently wrote. Here's a snippet from a chapter of what will come much later:

minor spoilers below!

Pink and purple and indigo and violet and periwinkle, most of all. I didn’t know what that color was before I met your mom. I thought those colors were all just purple. Periwinkle’s your mom’s favorite color, though she’ll tell you lilac or blue. Don’t let her fool you. When she says periwinkle, she means hope. When she says lilac, she means love. When she says blue, she means home.

(If you remember this ask when you read this section in its entirety, I'd love to hear your thoughts!)

I can't really spoil how the story ends at this point (a happy ending does not always mean what you'd expect!) but I will say that their futures are informed by the past. As they remember, their ideas of self evolve too. They're no longer blue and red turned green and now returning back to blue and red. Lee's POV in chapter 4 says that once tea begins to brew, we can't take back the colors that overcome clear water no matter how fast we try to lift the strainer :)

thank you for the question, never worry about rambling <3

[profchamomile]

//I'm behind on off-screen scenes I wanted to post in real time; I'll do my best to catch up.

[Back at the Lighthouse...]

(//A scene from right after the rp thread between me and vigilant-guardian.)

Once Miraidon arrived at the Poco Path Lighthouse, the door flung open with Arven stumbling out.

"Professor!!" He exclaimed, "Hooooly mother of Arc, you actually made it back! Are you alright? Are your Pokémon alright? You didn't get attacked, did you?"

"Oh, Arven..." Chamomile's eyes widened in surprise as they climbed off of Miraidon's back and untied their crutches. "What are you doing here?"

Right on cue, a freckle-faced kid around Arven's age came out of the lighthouse. They were notably shorter than Arven and sporting Naranja-Uva's winter uniform, with their hair half-shaved and dyed purple.

"Oh, I-..." Arven fidgeted with his tie a little nervously. "I came to keep my little buddy Indigo company. Didn't want them fretting about Miraidon, and all!"

They smiled and gave Chamomile a casual wave. "Hey Prof!" They said, "How'd it go?"

"Hi Indigo, it went really well!" While leaning on Miraidon's back for support, they pulled out their phone and pulled up a picture to show the two students: a group photo consisting of themself, Miraidon and a shiny Iron Valiant who seemed to be death-glaring the camera, yet showed no outward signs of hostility otherwise.

Indigo chuckled at the sight. "They don't look too happy."

"Iiii'm pretty sure that's just their face," said Chamomile in a somewhat sheepish tone as they pocketed their phone. "They were actually quite civil!"

"Well I'm glad to hear it..." said Arven, crossing his arms. "I'd hate for you to get hurt after you just moved here."

"Aw, Arven..." They smiled sympathetically before taking their crutches and walking over to the tall, blond-headed teenager. "I'm sorry for scaring you," they said, patting Arven's shoulder, "I didn't mean to cause such a panic. If something like that happens again, I'll try to find a more tactful approach, alright?"

Arven sighed, before managing a smile. "Just glad you're back, Professor," he said, "I'm pretty sure Mabostiff would be pretty sad if I couldn't bring him up here to play with Ignis while he's off-duty, too."

Chamomile chuckled. "Well, we can't have that now, can we?"

"We can't have you disappearing on such short notice, either."

Leaning against the doorframe to the lighthouse was Ms. Raifort, watching Chamomile with pursed lips and raised eyebrow.

Jacq peeked out from the doorway and waved. "Hey, Cam! Welcome back!"

"Chloe, Jacq!" Chamomile smiled and walked up to the two. "Were you both waiting on me, too?"

"Professor Jacq stayed with me to keep an eye on the eggs," said Indigo, having been giving Miraidon belly rubs this whole time, "But I think Ms. Raifort just wanted a head start in teaching us history."

"She infodumps when she worries sometimes," Jacq explained to Chamomile in a slightly hushed tone.

"I wasn't worried," Raifort huffed.

"Oh you must've been REAL worried," Arven remarked, "I think she covered an entire semester's worth of history lessons!"

Indigo snickered.

"Hey, it's starting to get kinda late," said Jacq, smiling to the two students. "Why don't you both head on home?"

"Alright!" Indigo stood up and looked over at Arven, while Miraidon rolled over and shook the grass off of its body. "You wanna have a sleepover?"

"Heck yeah," said Arven, "I just gotta tell Director Clavell where I'll be tonight."

"Alright!" Indigo climbed onto Miraidon's back and patted the space behind them for Arven. "Let's go crash Nemona's place."

"Do we have to?" Asked Arven in an exaggerated tone, as he climbed onto Miraidon's back to sit behind Indigo, "You know she's gonna want to battle. Or talk about battling. I bet she even dreams about battling!"

Chamomile watched the students ride off on Miraidon with a quiet chuckle. "I have to say: I'm not surprised they're friends."

"Yeah..." said Jacq. "They're good kids. If not a bit shenanigan-prone."

"Anyway," he continued, "You've had a long day. You want me to make you something to eat? You know- if I have permission to use your kitchen, of course!"

"Oh-" Chamomile turned to face Jacq, eyes widened in shock. "Jacq, you don't have to do that!"

"Don't worry about it," said Jacq with a bright smile, "I want to do it!"

"No, I'd feel so guilty!" Chamomile's expression shifted from surprise to concern. "You two are the guests, I should be offering you guys something!"

"Nope! Not accepting it!" Said Jacq in a lighthearted tone, as he started marching back into the lighthouse. "If you really don't want me to use your kitchen, then we'll just order takeout! No big deal!"

Chamomile sighed as they watched Jacq enter their house. "Fine, but at least let me let me make you some tea!"

"Too late, the kettle's already boiling!"

Chamomile looked over at Ms. Raifort, who had her arms crossed and her head turned away the whole time, as she leaned against the doorframe.

"Cloe...?" Chamomile stared, somewhat concerned. "Are you alright? I'm sorry if I... Did concern you."

"Tch..." Raifort glanced back at Cloe with a smirk. "Please, I know you can take care of yourself. I'm just upset that you didn't let me come along! Do you realize how much I've wanted to see the ancient Pokémon down there?"

Chamomile chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Based on things you've told me I'm surprised you haven't."

"I would have by now," said Raifort, rolling her eyes, "But the league keeps denying my requests, and it isn't in my best interest to go against them at the moment."

"Well, unfortunately, just because I'm on good terms with the Iron Valiant guarding the place that doesn't mean I could permit you a visit," they said, "I'm pretty sure the league's gonna tear me a new one anyway..."

"It's understandable why you can't," said Raifort, "It's not often you hear of a trainer to gain a paradox pokemon's trust like that."

"Hey, if you need a character witness to back you up, I can help," Jacq called out from inside the lighthouse, "Now get in here already! Tell us what Area Zero was like!"

Chamomile laughed. "Alright, alright! Let me just get my Pokémon ou-" they paused for a moment, their eyes widening, then facepalmed. "Arc, I'm such an idiot..."

Raifort raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Nurse knows heal pulse," said Chamomile, "That would've made things SO much easier!"

"Are you telling me you didn't bring any of your Pokémon out a single time?" Asked Jacq.

"I didn't want to startle Vigilant; Putty and Circuit can get pretty excitable," explained Chamomile, as they stepped inside, "Plus I heard how powerful the Pokémon are, there; I was expecting to go deeper in the crater so I didn't want anyone to get hurt."

"Y'know what? Fair enough," said Jacq, already starting to chop up some veggies, "At least you had Miraidon with you, though. Ignis and Queenie aren't gonna be upset that you used a different Pokémon for mobility assistance, are they?"

"They might be, a little bit," said Chamomile, "I gotta plan a special day to make it up to everyone."

"Sounds like a plan!" Jacq started opening cabinets until he found a decent sized pan and started stir-frying the veggies. "Hey, we should plan a Pokémon playdate soon! I bet my Arcanine, Fluffy, would LOVE to meet Ignis while he's off duty!"

"I'd love that!" Said Chamomile, sitting down at the kitchen table, "He loves playing with other dog-mon when he's off duty!"

"Perhaps I can join you," said Raifort, closing the door behind her, "Zoroark and Gangar are crazy about Belle."

"Oh my gosh, yes!" Chamomile flapped their hands excitedly. "I forgot to get a picture last time they met each other!"

Chamomile released their Pokémon from their luxury balls. Ignis went to lay in his bed, Circuit possessed the fridge to startle Jacq for a brief moment, Nurse sat down in a corner of the room with a plush pink carpet while Putty rested on top of her head, and Queenie stood next to Chamomile as Belle hopped in their lap.

Queenie tugged at Chamomile's sleeve. "Slooooow?" She said, in a questioning tone.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Queenie..." Chamomile patted Queenie's cheek. "I was a bit too wrapped up in what I was doing to let you out while we were there. I'll make it up to you, alright?"

Queenie let out a content "sloooow" as she leaned into Chamomile's touch a little.

Raifort sat down at the table next to Chamomile. "What was it like, anyway?" She asked, excitement creeping into her tone, "Did you get to see any ancient Pokémon??"

"You know? Oddly, I didn't," said Chamomile, "But I didn't really see any future Pokémon either. Aside from the one I was helping. But Miraidon and I didn't go that far into the crater to begin with."

"As glad as I am that you didn't have to go too far down," said Jacq as he cooked, "It's a shame you didn't. It'd potentially prove or disprove some theories people had."

"Yeah?" Chamomile went to look over at Jacq. "Like what?"

"Well, very few people have gone in," said Jacq, "but for those who have, the report has been different every time. Some say they only saw future Pokémon, some say they only saw ancient Pokémon, some say they saw both... Even after everything happened with AI Turo, it still seems to change every time. At least, according to Indigo, who sneaks in regularly, apparently.

"That's so odd..." Chamomile furrowed their brows and put their hand on their chin. "Normally I would assume that future Pokémon outcompeted the ancient Pokémon if there was a natural progression in their disappearance, but these changes sound inconsistent and all over the place!"

"Area Zero is overall quite the anomaly," said Raifort, "It has been, throughout history. Which makes it such a fascinating topic of study."

"That is indeed true!" said Chamomile, "If my studies weren't so focused on the Pokemon outside of it, I'd surely be honored to study the crater's environment! Despite the dangers, it's beautiful!"

"Don't tempt me now," Raifort joked, "You have no idea how much I would love to get even glimpse at the mysterious plates that were found there with my own eyes."

"I promise, I'm not trying to!" Chamomile laughed. "I wish I was able to get a picture for you, though!"

"Well, I suppose looking at sketches will just have to do," said Raifort, in a jokingly disappointed tone.

"Small price to pay for keeping your life," Jacq remarked, as he approached the table with two plates of pepper steak.

"Where's your sense of ambition, Jacq?" Asked Raifort.

"Hey, I've got plenty of ambition," said Jacq, as he portioned out six extra plates. "Remember that time I tried to blend in with the Flamigos?"

Chamomile chuckled at the banter between Raifort and Jacq, then looked down at the Pepper Steak, poking at it while lost in thought. They had so many worries on their mind - about the league, about Area Zero, about their job and the shadow of the previous Professors they'd have to step out of...

Could they even do it?

How could they possibly amount to the work that was done before them? They had just recently been certified, and on top of that, they were a foreigner. What if upholding the name of Paldea's official Pokémon Professor proved to be too big a task for them to handle?

"Sloooow...?" Queenie rested a paw on Chamomile's arm, her expression slightly concerned.

"Sorry, Queenie..." Chamomile scratched the bridge of Queenie's nose. "I'm okay; just a little out of it, I guess..."

Jacq paused from handing out extra olates to all the pokemon to exchange a worried glance with Raifort, before motioning towards Chamomile with an insistant head tilt.

"... Hey." Raifort reached over to grab Chamomile's hand and smiled gently. "For what it's worth... I'm glad you made it back."

Chamomile hesitated before giving Raifort a soft, grateful smile in return. "Thanks, Cloe. It really means a lot."

Both of them glanced away for a moment while smiling, still holding each others' hands, before Belle reached over and put her cloth hand on top of theirs with an excitable "Ba-NETTE!"

Raifort startled slightly and let go of Chamomile's hand immediately. "I ah..." she cleared her throat nervously. "It's clear that Belle agrees with me!"

Chamomile laughed as they kissed the top of Belle's head. "Thanks, sweetie, you're the best!"

Jacq chuckled as he finally sat down with his own plate of Pepper Steak. "Alright, all your Pokémon have been fed too," he said, as he went back to the counter to grab everyone's tea, "I'll restock your ingredients for you after work tomorrow."

"Oh, don't worry about it," said Chamomile, "You've already cooked for me; I can't thank you enough!"

"Don't mention it," said Jacq, "I like to cook on occasion. Now go ahead, dig in."

Chamomile finally took a bite, and widened their eyes. "MM!" They took a moment to swallow before looking over at Jacq. "Jacq, this is amazing! Where'd you learn ti cook like this?"

"From Mr. Saguaro, the Home Economics teacher," said Jacq, "I don't think my cooking can even compare to him, though."

"At least it's edible," said Raifort, "You've got that going for you."

"Oh c'mon, you like it too," Jacq teased. "If you didn't, you wouldn't eat it!" Then he looked over at Chamomile. "She's got sensory issues."

"Oh, you too, huh?" Chamomile smiled at Raifort. "I'm right there with you, honestly!"

"Is that so?" Raifort tilted her head slightly, seeming to visibly relax a little. "Glad to see someone else understands the struggle."

"Here's to neurodivergence!" Said Jacq, raising his cup of tea slightly. "Please don't actually clink the glasses together, though; I can't stand the sound."

"To neurodivergence!" Chamomile cheered, raising their glass near Jacq's without allowing them to touch.

"To neurodivergence," Raifort repeated, raising her own glass as well.

The group spent a good portion of the night talking and laughing together, discussing topics of science, history, life, and whatever else could possibly come to mind - which ended up being quite a lot. Even after the meal was over and Jacq cleaned up for everyone, they continued talking, laughing, and sharing stories.

Eventually, both Jacq and Raifort both left, wishing Chamomile a good night. Chamomile went to bed, with a Banette in their arms and their heart full of gratitude.

[rosietrace]

『 Sapphire set 』

Characters: Victoria Shard, Isfrid Aneira(@windbornearchon), Astrid Aneira(@starry-night-rose)

Mentioned: King and Queen Aneira, Zenith Devi, Malleus Draconia, Vil Schoenheit, the former Diasomnia housewarden

Pairing: Victoria Shard x Isfrid Aneira

Synopsis: Isfrid was alone once Astrid took up a bit of space in the dancefloor. And all of a sudden, she's captivated by the woman Zen mentioned to her - Sapphire eyes and all.

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, Isfrid was the original housewarden of Diasomnia before Malleus, Victoria was intended to be Pomefiore's housewarden until Vil showed up, implied unrealistic expectations from Isfrid's parents

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

[ Reblog > Likes ]

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▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱【 ♛ 】⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤†

↳ Victoria Shard, the beautiful manipulator

Isfrid looked around awkwardly. She didn't know what else to think about when it came to noble gatherings - Other than pure dread.

Something about the intermingling of people who she never fit in with… Never sat right with her.

Yet here she was, dressed in black and blue, makeup and hair styled to perfection. All while being the equivalent of a wallflower.

At the very least, Astrid was there for her to lean on for support.

“Yeah… These types of things? They're both really boring or really fun,” Astrid suddenly said, trying to lighten Isfrid's slightly sour mood.

Fortunately, that got a chuckle out of Isfrid. “Yeah,” she replied. “At the very least, there's chocolate.”

Astrid's eyes gleamed with excitement at that revelation. “Yup! Oh, don't worry, sis, this'll be a blast!”

“Heh, I hope so, Atti…”

The two began to talk to one another. If not to pass the time, then to avoid speaking to the other nobles - Particularly other royal children.

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Alas, Astrid wanted to take a chance and make a run for the dance floor. Yet at the same time, she didn't want to leave her sister to her own devices.

Isfrid gave her an assuring smile, telling her that it was okay if she wanted to dance. Though she was a little hesitant, Astrid didn't wanna push further and potentially make her sister uncomfortable.

So there she went, to the dance floor.

Leaving Isfrid close by, yet feeling so far away.

Isfrid felt a smile on her lips as she watched her little sister dance. Oh, how she wished she could join her.

But alas, she couldn't. Too many eyes watching, too much weight on her shoulders from the expectations of her parents - Her father, most of all.

Suddenly, in the corner of Isfrid's eye, she caught the sight of someone.

That someone happened to be enough for her face to go warm.

Victoria stood opposite to Isfrid in the room, having what seemed to be a lighthearted conversation with both her father and Isfrid's dorm mate, Zenith Devi.

Based on her appearance, Isfrid very quickly connected the dots and knew that she was the best friend Zen had been going on about with her for quite some time.

She couldn't feel the warmth on her face disappear as she looked at her. Shimmering silks adorn her body, a mix of indigo and purple for her hair.

And her eyes. If anything, those eyes were the most captivating feature of Victoria. Something about the sparkle of her narrowed, sapphire-colored eyes….

It entranced Isfrid. Rightfully so, really. She knew that ever since Zen mentioned that he was her best friend, the Victoria he spoke of was indeed Victoria Shard.

The young woman who had been proclaimed ‘society's villainess’ shortly after her debut to society at sixteen.

Isfrid pursed her lips. Why…. Why won't this warm feeling fade already…

She allowed her thoughts to take over, completely unaware that Victoria began making her way toward her.

“Excuse me?”

The sound of an unfamiliar voice jolted Isfrid out of her train of thought. And when she turned to face the source, she couldn't help but feel her lips part and her eyes widen.

Victoria Shard herself, right in front of her.

“O-Oh-!” Isfrid stammered, backing away a bit. “I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't-”

“No, it's alright,” Victoria placed a hand over her hip. “You were simply lost in your thoughts. I just pulled you out of it.”

Awkwardly nodding, Isfrid began trying to figure out what to say next. That is, until Victoria extended a hand to her.

“Victoria Shard, a member of Pomefiore,” the young woman in question extended her other hand towards Isfrid. “But then again, knowing Zen, I wouldn't be surprised if you already knew that.”

Laughing awkwardly, Isfrid took her hand, gently shaking it - For fear that if she grasped it too tightly, she'd freeze her hand.

“He's quite a joy to be around, if you ask me,” Isfrid replied, feeling a little more confident in her response. “Isfrid Aneira. Though I suppose you already know that.”

Victoria smiled, nodding in response as she pulled her hand away. “Indeed. Zen's told me quite a bit about you.”

Flinching slightly, Isfrid tilted her head. “Really?”

“Yes,” Victoria replied bluntly. “He told me you were also Diasomnia's housewarden before Draconia came into the picture.”

Remembering what had gone down during her second year, Isfrid looked away, nodding slowly. She felt herself shrink in on herself at the mention of that.

“Yes….” Isfrid responded. “I was.”

Humming softly, Victoria stood next to Isfrid, positioning herself in a way that allowed her to look at the waltz that occurred in front of her.

“I was meant to be Pomefiore's housewarden, actually,” she said suddenly. She wasn't sure why she'd bother to tell Isfrid this, but there really was no going back, was there?

Isfrid looked back at her, somewhat surprised. “You were?”

Victoria nodded curtly, her expression utterly unreadable as she watched the dancing in front of her.

“To be Pomefiore's housewarden, you must make an incomparably deadly poison,” she stated something both she and Isfrid already knew. “And…. Well…. I came to NRC much earlier than Vil did. About two months early.”

At that time, Victoria would've been the top candidate to be the housewarden. Isfrid knew that much from what she said, at least.

“But then….” She allowed her voice to trail away from her sentence. Isfrid looked at her, a hint of sympathy in her eyes - Well aware of what she was to say next.

“Then?”

Victoria sucked in a sharp breath. “Then,” she continued. “Vil showed up.”

“In no time, there was a competition between the two of us. We'd both make our own poison, and the housewarden at the time would judge them based on how long it took for the poison to kill a rat.”

Isfrid listened intently, watching Victoria as her head soon hung low. “.... Vil killed that rodent the moment his poison dripped into its tongue.”

Beside Victoria, Isfrid's eyes softened so much more. She knew that feeling - The feeling of feeling like you're worthy of something when suddenly it slips away from beneath you the moment someone ‘more qualified’ shows up.

She felt her hand reach toward her but decided against moving closer. Both Isfrid and Victoria knew: That wouldn't be what would bring her comfort.

Isfrid pulled her hand back, an awkward silence following suit.

Until, surprisingly, it was Isfrid who spoke up.

“.... I can understand how you must've felt,” she said. “That same year, I lost my position as housewarden.”

Victoria didn't know how to respond to that. At least, at first. “.... You lost it to Draconia.”

Isfrid didn't need to know if she was looking at her for her to nod in response. “Yes,” she looked at her gloved, ice-cold hands. “I knew I didn't stand a chance. Of course, I didn't…. Anyone would've preferred Malleus Draconia over some princess from a small, almost unknown, kingdom.”

For some reason, Victoria didn't like the way Isfrid talked down on herself like that.

“I see,” she replied. “.... If I may say, I'd have preferred it if you remained as Diasomnia's housewarden.”

That… Bewildered Isfrid. She turned to Victoria, eyes slightly wide, confusion filling her expression. “.... You would?”

For a brief moment, Victoria smiled at Isfrid. “Yes. If anything, I heard that Diasomnia was thriving before Draconia took your place.”

Isfrid felt her face warm up all over again. “I-I wouldn't say it thrived-”

“Oh, by all means, it thrived,” Victoria interrupted her, fully confident in what she was saying. “I haven't seen a Diasomnia student so eager to see their housewarden as an equal since Draconia took your place.”

She sighed in disappointment. “Nowadays, not even your own dorm mates want to go near Draconia. It's quite pitiful if you ask me.”

That got a stifled laugh out of Isfrid. “Well, you… Can't exactly blame them,” she felt a little more confident in herself. As if just by being around Victoria, she could be honest in what she was saying - With no hesitation.

Victoria chuckled. “I feel as though just by being around Draconia, everyone wishes to run and flee.”

▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱【 ♛ 】⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤†

As the night went on, their conversation went for far longer than both of them had originally intended.

Not that they minded, of course. Never was that the case.

Isfrid felt at ease around Victoria. It was strange, really, feeling at ease around someone who she barely met more than an hour ago.

But, at the same time….. She felt comforted by her presence. Captivated by her to the point that all she could seem to think about, was to stare at the set of sapphires that donned the sockets of her eyes.

That was until Isfrid and Astrid had been called over by their mother and father. Told that they were returning home.

Slightly disappointed, Isfrid looked at Victoria, who had understood that she was leaving, and nodded. They both waved goodbye as Isfrid and her sister walked back to their parents.

In doing so, however, they both heard the sounds of murmuring among the guests. One of them, in particular, wasn't as loud as the rest.

“I can't believe she's meant to be the future Queen of Aneira…. If you ask me, the kingdom would do so much better if she was never born-”

As soon as they finished their sentence, the gentleman in question soon had wine dumped above their head from behind them.

The one who did that was Victoria. Isfrid knew she wasn't in the legal drinking age, so she assumed that the wine was for her father.

“Y-You-!!” The man cut themselves off once they realized who dumped the wine on him.

Victoria sent them a cold, calculating, look. “Me? What, at a loss for words?”

In most cases, she'd have been dragged out if the man was above her in title and general status. But based on his appearance, that clearly wasn't the case.

Victoria sighed in disappointment. “Gods….. And this wine was for my father,” she looked at the wineglass pitifully before looking behind her - presumably at her father. “I'll fetch you another glass in a bit.”

She turned back to the man who had belittled Isfrid, eyes narrowing. The man tried to retaliate by doing the same, but soon bordered on cowering when she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hm. That's what I thought.”

She gave Isfrid and her family a look. Soon, she sent them a polite look, curtsying.

“I apologize for such an inconvenience, your majesties,” Victoria lifted her head, sending a soft look at Isfrid, making her blush slightly.

She soon stood straight, giving Isfrid a brief smile, before walking away. From where she was walking, Isfrid knew she was fetching more wine for her father.

It didn't take long for Isfrid to be dragged out of the ballroom by Astrid - Lest their father scolded her for taking so long.

That night, Isfrid knew that as she stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom…

Eyes like Victoria's aren't as common as they once were.

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[aquato-family-circus]

ok then how about if lucy was born naturally instead of being an ecto-child effectively resulting in her having no post scratch equivalent in a2, ergo leading to raz being a b1 human instead of an a2 troll

and shenanigans result in lucy entering the b1 earth where she saws off her horns and takes the identity of a human, specifically marona after witnessing a meteor body her, said meteor was bearing an infant augustus, of whom she adopts on the spot

also in regards to hemocasting for the trolls

ford/norma: cobalt

compton/sam: bronze

cassie/adam: gold

bob/lizzie: jade

helmut/morris: indigo

otto/gisu: teal

lucy: purple

theodore/gristol: fuschia

also imagine this: norma and lizzie end up getting the same hive because their lusae somehow chose the same last name

while homestuck doesn't generally seem to say that trolls can have siblings, I do like the typical fanon theories that trolls sharing the same symbol/bloodtype or lusus could generally be considered siblings, so I like that as an explaination for norma and lizzie :-)

tho if I could suggest I feel like ford/norma should be burgundy instead of cobalt. ford doesn't seem like a higher royalty type + norma's most interesting when she's trying really hard to prove she's worth respecting and being treated seriously

all the other blood colors are chill tho no more objections there

if you wanna make the p7 and interns trolls, having lucy assume human marona's identity is a neat way to refer back to the original comic and the game at the same time, so thats fun too

back to the original set up you suggested, when you didnt know who should be with lucy cal and truman, the way you had set it up makes it look like you drew a connection between cal and dogen, which is Interesting. dart's a weird enigma of a cut character and while unfortunately I do not typically dig into the lipo documents bc I don't care for them, might I suggest that fuckin weirdo who ford originally had his mind shattering dual with.

if you don't feel like using such a weird useless character tho, maybe uuuuuuh boyd? he's basically like the PN poster child for its mind level designs. that feels natural feels organic, the rest of the thorny towers crew could get bit rolls or something.

Sheegor is also an option. her and cal having to be on the same team would be a nightmare

those are a bunch of different roads to go down, and like I said I might like develop my own take on the au but you keep truckin bc sburb is a mess and there's many doors

[aita-alternia]

AITA for I guess kidnapping a mutant n tellin my moirail to stop bein jealous?

So I (purple, 12) n my moirail (purple, 13) run a lil travelin circus n for some reason we are always gettin hit by opportunistic lil vermin who wanna break in n break shit. I always cull their bitchasses but if they just wanna steal shit I usually let em go cus they're just tryina eat.

N e ways this indigo (idk his age but he's post ban cus we all off planet by far) recently was diggin in my shit n I caught him. Was gonna cull him but I didn't. Long story short he a lil mutie with the tail kind n paws n cute ass face so I kept him. I think he's kinda neat in a red way n I feel bad for him cus he's real small n scrawny n skittish n shit. He got off planet but he ain't had a good meal since u feel me? I been feedin him n keepin him in a spare trailer with a lock on it cus if he runs off on me he's gonna get culled.

My moirail AINT SAID SHIT about it to me til I said I think he's kinda calmin down so I wanna keep him in our trailer. Then all a sudden fae start pitchin a fit, sayin I'm a freak n a weirdo, n talkin some shit about how we shoulda culled him.

But I just don't wanna? N fae didn't say that before. Fae let me do it n fae never said I shouldn't. Now all a sudden faer callin me outta touch n stupid n shit. Outta left field. I don't get it like fae never told me it made faer uncomfortable or that fae thought i was gettin all rebel vibes. How was I supposed to know? Plus he just a lil mutant brother, if I toss him out he's gettin culled. I don't wanna cull him n i don't wanna get him culled but I don't know if I'm bein a bulge cus my moirail keeps screamin at me n I got a lil wound up when we argued n I said "r u just worried he's more pitiful than u?" Cus I lowkey think that's the problem, n fae didn't say shit before! N they blew up. Now fae ain't speakin to me at all.

Which kinda makes me think that's what it is but idk. Am I wrong? Is fae right n I'm just bein stupid? Cus I meant that shit when I said it n I stand by it I think faer just jealous but I mighta been outta pocket sayin it idk.

Did I go too far? Am I the asshole?

[thekidsarentalright]

ok ok i’ve started to process the album but honestly cant stop yelling enough to write a coherent ask so here’s a whole bunch of stuff that has me going feral:

the title track. i think fob just released one of my fave songs ever, it went to my top 5 from them so fast!!! it reminds me of how much the pandemic fucked up for everyone… “thought we had it all” fr!! but like. the strings??? the choir at the end?! SUNSHINE OF MY LIFETIME REPRISE?!?! SHUT UP FOREVER!!!!! (also my bday is the “day after christmas past” so i nearly screamed when i heard that line lmaooooo… followed immediately by “my pain isn’t cool enough”?! literally almost fell over at that point. that felt like an accidental shoutout and then getting punched directly in the gut 😭)

flu game is absolutely my second fave!!! the “youuuu” in the chorus just hits my brain a certain way i’m obsessed!! also i relate to it a little too much 😭

what a time to be alive!!!!! soul punk vibes fr <3 also that bridge goes so hard i think screaming it live would fix me 😭 WHEN I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE THIS ISNT QUITE WHAT I MEANT!!!! GOT THE QUARANTINE BLUES BAD NEWS WHAT’S LEFT!!!!!

the strings in i am my own muse?!?! patrick is just flexing at this point (as he should) <3

my synesthesia went crazy with heaven iowa… it’s this beautiful deep blue/indigo/purple situation and i want to live in it <— totally normal thing to say abt a song

so good right now gave me whiplash right after heaven iowa but it’s so fun! i went from crying to dancing so fast lmao

in general i love space and this album delivered w the references!! i caved and bought the glow in the dark stars 😳

and the living even though it’s painful and scary, especially when it’s painful and scary vibes… fob always knows what we need to hear i swear!!! ur post abt the themes on this album is so so true <3

patrick dressed as a chicken playing the piano… i love him so much it’s stupid <3 also that music video nearly killed me. couldn’t see the screen super well when they were on fallon and didn’t process that the costume was like… a muscle suit for a solid minute. my brain literally shut down lmaooo 😭

ik there’s like… lyric parallels and stuff i got rlly excited abt but am totally forgetting rn! i’m sure it’ll come back when i listen to the album again (which i’m probably gonna go do rn) but… yeah!! so glad we get to be insane abt all this on here together lol <3 peace and love in fob world ☺️

- 🧋 anon

YESSSS the title track is INSANE with how good it is and how much is in it like. i swear every lyric hits Hard, the reprise absolutely breaks my heart it is so. Perfect. so so so valid for it being in your top 5 fob songs of all time already it is genuinely That Good!!! and made for you Clearly with that birthday shoutout!!! even with the gut punch after. every lyric feels like such a gut punch i swear kfgjdhfkjs

flu game is ALSO one of my top favs, i could not rank this album yet even if it would save my life kfjsdkfj but i know for Sure flu game is in like. top 5 territory. i'm obsessed w it for the same reasons fr it is. too relatable thanks pete (haha i said the thing!)

REAL i need them to perform what a time to be alive live SO bad literally just so i can scream that bridge i think that would fix me fr fr. also just love how dancey it is while having. incredibly depressing lyrics. vibe of all time fksjdhfks

patrick is flexing w his arranging skills all over this album but Esp in i am my own muse and i hope he keeps flexing forever bc it is. so good!!!!

OUGHHH heaven iowa being purpley blue it so pretty... to me it's like... idk a very warm song, orange/yellow/golden so. the opposite of you KFJDSK but still pretty i Also wanna live in it. we are So normal for that bff <3

they are literally sick for putting so good right now right after heaven, iowa it was Such an intense tone shift fsdkjfsh i Love so good right now tho it's slowly becoming one of my favs i think

i absolutely love how jam packed this album is w space references, i was anticipating it but Still am like. fuck yeah space fkjdshkfjs i'm still debating on getting the glow in the dark stars tbh... is u getting them a sign i should too... much to think about

but yeah the albums themes are SOOOO. like. i think what the world needed to hear right now, also what i needed to hear rn, what You needed to hear like. they always know!!!! it is just so cathartic to hear that things might not be okay or better but that you can still live and be fulfilled and have love Despite Despite Despite!!!!

and lastly fr i. didn't process it was a chestplate/muscle suit at first either so was like. ready to die over patrick looking like That lmao honestly i still am he pulls off that look way too well. also pulled off the chicken costume imo <3

[thetenamongstthesethrees]

Here's my semi-finished drawing of my main character! Ima delete this post and repost it with a quote once this is done, but basically im taking SVTFOE's idea on the whole "a wand that changes form depending on the user" thing and i wanted to know, based on appearance, what do yall think her wand might look like?? Personally my idea was to design it a bit off of Eclipsas design and wing it from there but i wanna know yalls opinion. Also, the wand does kinda take form from the users personality and backstory, so while im not gonna say much abt her backstory so i can have the joy of keeping it secret(or at least i wouldn't say it in a public thread...) I am gonna give a bit for yall to go off of:

•Color Scheme is Magenta/Purple/Indigo + Black + (maybe) White + (rarely) pink + (rarely) ocean blue/aqua

•Is meant to be the goddess of night/goddess of all magic and witchcraft (still in indecisive mode)

•Is based off of me so absolutely has S/A trauma, abandonment issues, Daddy/Mommy issues, attachment issues, Anxiety, Depression, and more!

•likes flowers, the water, {"dark"} magic, stars, space, the night

•Got a villian arc where she became a corrupted ruler(to say the least), and mass murderer, died 2-3 times, and got "reborn"/revived at LEAST 4-6 times

•Believes theyre a martyr, is in fact, a pathetic loser who pushes herself away from anyone

•Hates herself and starts the story grieving the death of her lover, and then the mid-beginning is spent mourning her sibling and end-beginning was spent reuniting and moving on with loved ones

•Can be unintentionally manipulative (picked it up from her mother), Compassionate, Creative, Curious, GREAT at acting(had to do it her whole life), Ambitious, Pessimisticly Realistic, Persistent, Stubborn, Intelligent/"Gifted", Thoughtful, Messy, Perseverant, Emotionally Distant, Ignorant(?), Quiet, Eccentric(??), Cold, Overworking, Insomniac/Sleep Deprived, Indecisive, Impulsive(sometimes, not most of the time tho), Overthinker, Amoral(..at least, during her lil villian arc), (mostly) Cynical, Cunning, Miserable, Ambivert, Impressionable(at least in the beginning), Witty, Outspoken(this only happens later on tho), Unpredictably Predictale(in the beginning and middle), Authoritarian(villian arc), "Obidient", Progressive(?), Reserved, (at times) Hypocritical (mostly in beginning, villian arc and beg-end), Self-Aware, Depressed, Anxious, Determined, Devoted, 'Elegant'

I cant really remember anything much out of this to say, so do with this what u will. Anything is helpful, especially specific combinations for the wand design/sketches with lil notes beside it, but its also fine without!!! Also sorry if this is wayy too much to ask for, but it'd help alot!

[tobyfoxbutreal]

EVERYONE FAVORITE NUMBER AND COLOR!

Toriel: Well, my child, I’d have to say… well, 80 is nice… and so is purple!

sans undertale: ehh, 1’s nice and short. y’know, like me. and, uhhh… vermillion. ‘s what my bro wears.

THE GREAT PAPYRUS: NYEH HEH! YOU WISH TO KNOW MY FAVORITES? WELL, MY FAVORITES ARE 20 AND VERMILLION! IT’S THE COLOR OF MY SCARF AND BOOTS!

yup. color 20.

NO, THEY’RE VERMILLION!!!!

Undyne: You wanna know MINE?? Well, I like 50. Y’know, right midway. And I, uh.. like yellow. If ya know what I mean. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alphys: U-Undyne!! Ehehehe.

A-anywho, I like 50, and am torn between blue and red =^-^=

[my best approximation of] Mettaton: My favorites, darling? Well, if you insist.

255’s an oldie but a goodie, at least according to most computers. And, well…

If you don’t know I like pink, have you even seen my brand, darling?

Asgore: My favorite number and color, eh? Hmm…

Well, 80’s nice, and… vermillion’s calming, like a warm fire in Snowdin.

G: 666 AND BLACK. NOW GO.

12th Month: Heh! ‘Course Goopster’s mad.

HEY.

Anywho, I like 3 and green.

Specifically the green of light tricklin’ through green leaves.

Flowey: YOU of all people? Heh. Well, after being a flower for so long, you begin to not like anything.

But, if ya wanted Azzy’s…

Flowey, mimicking Asriel: Do’h boy! I sure do just love yellow and infinity!

Flowey: Happy?

Frisk: I am naught but a vessel for the player’s actions. I doth not have any opinions other than the ones of those who control me’s.

The First Fallen Human: …

…Brown and 6. Now leave me alone.

That One Talking Rock From The Ruins (AKA Speedrunner’s Bane): Well, I’m partial to purple. ‘S the color of where I spent a lotta my life. Ya don’t just forget that.

And, well… I suppose 20’s nice.

Snowman From Snowdin Forest: White’s really nice. Y’know, color of snow. And, uhh…

3’s nice too.

Jerry: Leave me the hell alone, freak. *crowd boos*

Shopkeeper Bunny (QC): Well, darlin’, if ya ask me, orange’s the best ‘round here. So’s 22, ‘cause it’s the amount my homemade Cinna Bunnies heal!

Politics Bear: Well, I quite like blue. Reminds me both of Snowdin’s ice and Waterfall’s walls.

And hey. 16’s pretty good. I’d say “thaaaaat’s politics”, but it wouldn’t make sense to.

Gerson: Wahaha! You goin’ around askin’ everyone, huh?

Well, a dark blue or indigo’s always nice. 18’s pretty good, too.

T3mMie: hOI hOOmaN! Yoo wANt tO kN0 teM’s FavRIt cOluR N nUBmEr?

TEm Lik BLU adn YELLO, yAyA! BLU andn YELLO coLuR oF TEm Sh0p! T3m aLSo liKE Th0rtY 3!

You better not tell anyone though, capiche?

bOI!

Mushroom:

Mushroom dance, Mushroom dance,

Whatever could it mean?

It means light blue and 66.

Hotdog Harpy *rock guitar plays*: Red and 30!

Red’s the color of hotdogs, and 30’s the headstack limit!

H… Hots Fireguy?: THE NAME’S HEATS FLAMESMAN!

Heats Flamesman: Anywho, yellow and 40. Remember that, ok?

Catty: OMG! I absolutely ADORE purple and 300.

Bratty: OMG, like, I like the same number! I prefer green though.

Kris: …

Susie: Well, if you insist I guess?

Blonde and 14.

Ralsei: I like green, and… well, I don’t have a favorite number, so I suppose it’s whatever you like, haha!

Noelle: W-well, uhm, I like 3, and uh…

…Purple…?

Berdly: Well, I like 10 and blue!

Jockington: Well, since you asked, bro.

My faves are 99 and turquoise!

*rock guitar plays Jockington out*

Catti: …

…6.6 repeating.

And black.

Eg: …

Egg(s): …

King: Leave me to myself. I have no reason to speak with you lightners. *crowd boos*

Queen: I Like 11111111 (In Binary Lol) And The Color Blue

Or Whatever The Cyber City’s Color Is Lmao

Lancer: Well, my delicious little worm, I enjoy both 100 AND navy blue!

How’re you gonna counter that, my sweet apple?

JEVIL, JEVIL!!: UEE HEE HEE! CHAOS, CHAOS! THOSE ARE MY FAVORITES!

[Spangtong]: I [Enjoyable] THE NUMBER [π] AND COLOR [Gray]

Heats Flamesman: Well? Did you remember?

❤️Yes No

HOW COULD I BE SO EASILY DEFEATED??????????

[darkwingphoenix]

Hello, @loominggaia Fans!

You guys coming into The Ole Meme Bakery Today

I won't throw ya out tho, you're always welcome!

Darshaan when Columbina goes trick-or-treating as him (She's going all in on the costume, bare titties and all)

Skylie to Saraia (She's a straight 10 (To Saraia) with a high libido)

Saraia when she gives Skylie a shark onesie:

Gultopp using the Evangeline Civil War to start shit up (Damiscend, The Unseelie, Mogdir, and The Seelie Court gang up on him)

Clarity trying to convince Cobalt to let her date/marry Lumine (She's flopping around the floor, and Lumine's EATING IT UP)

Cobalt when Sai and Justinia have body esteem issues (Skylie's his backup gal)

Going to Zareen Capital Be Like

Cobalt And The Evangeline Royal Sisters Smiling VS Saraia, Justinia, Sai, and Angie smiling (Very flirtatious, very we wanna top in the bedroom like)

Skylie when Saraia helps her with a tech thingy

Skylie and Cyana, having left Evangeline after suppressing themselves for years (Skylie's still messed up after being burned on the face with red hot iron rods, Cyana's totally recovered from it all)

Marine's husband when Lumine turns on him when Signora and Columbina are trying to assassinate him (She actually stabbed him in the back, trying to take his focus on her sisters to kill him quickly)

Skylie coming home to Sygbarne and the younger divines she adopts:

A random hilichurl

A party-loving minotaur be like

The Harbingers on a calm afternoon

A Random Monster Skylie Makes

Lumine when Signora and Columbina are taking too long to stab their father

A random human rapper and Amber doing a rap battle (She completely wrecks him and then steals his hoes)

Bishop Be Like

Random Monster Skylie Makes Be Like:

Marine's husband's champion after leaving to duel Lumine personally (She used her Vision and Paimon to kill him easier)

Dorzlaf inspecting a new goblin slave of his

Skylie memorizing her songs by funny mislyrics

Skylie when drunk

A music instrument snob being snooty and Skylie clowning on them

Cyana being supportive of Signora and Columbina, and Rodrig trying to shut her down

What Skylie imagined her crowd was before she got enough confidence without it (Her adoring nieces, nephews, and kiddos)

Citrine throwing out her Sticks and Bones (Skeleton/plant fusions)

Skylie to any of her younger kids/nieces and nephews

Skylie on Valentine's Day/Looming Gaia's version to Saraia

Saraia and Darshaan serving

Saraia as a little kid

Rook to people who tell Skylie she's such a powerful male

Skylie making a cutie anime figure for Reformed Lindism

Now, Cyana pretending to be straight:

Saraia trying to make a non-murder monster with Skylie, Vex and Darshaan tryna help out

The first minotaur to win a skateboard competition

Citrine, Amber, and Kitsu practicing necromancy at 3 AM(Citrine picked it up instinctively and taught her sisters)

A Demon tryna get food at 3 AM

Cyana to suitors vs Angie

If someone did the crime of Hurting Collei (AKA, she tripped while they had the misfortune of being within 3 meters of her)

Jeimos Be Like

Sprights and Pixies Be Like

Lumine's Fave Color being Purple after Clarity guessed it (She didn't have a fave until Clarity said Purple)

The Fanaka Triplets and Cyangeline Kids when Rustafi makes his first law as High King (They're completely clowning)

Skylie adopting random orphans be like

Morgause ripping her shirt off, Skylie showing kink-concern, Saraia kink-observing, Darshaan kink-questioning and Vex making a kink-hypothesis using the kink-scientific theory

Ei and Makoto Be Like

Saraia and Skylie Being a Spy Pair

Skylie when someone fetishizes her kids/nieces/nephews (She's stabbing them with Celestial Blade)

Skylie and Saraia half the time

Citrine and Amber at an early seance (Citrine's tryna be professional, Amber's just clowning the hell out)

Cobalt having his kids come with him to Damiscend (And Maia/Dottore/Indigo/Capitano's reactions, Collei/Lumine/Clarity's reactions, and Rosaria's reaction)

Cobalt and Justinia reacting to Ei and Makoto saying they're the twins' parents (They look like a human with sirene traits, like Tolsa of Gawe but with a sirene base)

Capitano when Sandrone caved an ogre slaver's ribs in, killing him on the spot (She broke her wrist and arm and dislocated her shoulder)

Mr. Ocean during that one Zareenite interview

Amber and Maui surfing during a tropical storm

Amber and Cyana in this situation (Amber reads some FUCKED UP smut)

Maia running on water using galemancy

Random day in Ascendance Be Like:

Cobalt and Skylie dueling (Ajaw served as the tumble weed)

Cute Saibalt Moments with their kids as babies (And also Justinia and Sai's twins, all the same age)

A Domestic Monster Skylie Made (It can't survive at all in the wild)

Bunch of Skylie's kids as 4-6 year olds

Skylie exposing Evangeline's nobility with a banger

Lumine during a self-imposed trip her dad approved of so she'd be free for a few years (She decides to come back to take out her dad personally, as she decided he was a POS)(Capitano heard her walking past him and went to hug her, as only she and their dad knew of her adventuring)(This is sorta meant to copy Genshin Impact in a way)

Columbina threatening her grandfather with fake Khaenri'ah Rot (An affliction Skylie made that makes those afflicted essentially have a pro-equality, pro-magic and anti-slavery symbiote like from Venom that becomes a massive problem in Evangeline)

Skylie, Cyana, Lumine, Signora and Columbina to their family at the High Royal Gala

LG Monsters when asked this

Lumine to a Neuvillette impersonator at a convention

Lumine to Clarity vs to her adventuring buds

My headcanon voices for: Columbina, Amber, Citrine, Alani, Saraia, Skylie (As a teen), Indigo, Darshaan, Dottore, Cobalt, Capitano, and Tyger Fanaka

Sai trying to use her kids' slang

Skylie using pyromancy with Celestial Blade:

The Divine Quartet (Skylie, Saraia, Darshaan, and Vex) bein badasses

Cobalt and Darshaan with their female friends/relatives (Almost all of whom are some sorta gay):

Gay facts, with Cyana:

This has been Gay Facts with Cyana

Cobalt to Collei:

Saraia to Skylie trying out a new outfit:

Paimon, Lumine's right hand gal, standing at attention:

Whole Buncha Gayness from Looming Gaia

Marine to Columbina

Capitano and his Khaenri'ah Rot going into Kelvingyard by themselves

Cecaelia to Kobolds Be Like

Lumina having identity issues grappling with her gender and being able to outright shapeshift into people she knows well

Skylie thinking of Saraia