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calmlb · 4 months ago
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Dazai & Atsushi wearing the tiger (representing byakko) on their shirts, and Chuuya & Akutagawa wearing the dragon (representing rashomon) on theirs 🤯🥹
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luminatricky · 1 month ago
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Vampire? In Gotham! (part 3)
Summary: the batfam have a meeting, Constantine got a little too lost in the sauce when crafting Danny's sob story, and we find out what Dracula's been up to all these years. Oh and the DC version of Vlad is fully dead? More at 9
Relationships: the batfam
on god I spent too much time thinking about danny's vampsona. he's got two outfits so far. no I didn't make a concept board. no I didn't make a picrew. I don't know what you're talking about
(sorry if this is all horribly ooc I struggled a bit with making this intelligible)
Red Hood doesn't usually leave Crime Alley. That's a known fact. But Batman doesn't usually call a meeting that includes Red Hood. The old man learned years ago not to involve him unless it's important with a capitol I.
Pulling into the Batcave, Jason slows to a stop on his motorcycle. He follows the voices of his family to the Batcomputer. Everyone is in full gear, but not everyone is fully present.
Dickhead was ransacking the medical room for...blood bags? Barbie and Replacement carved out a corner to the right of the main computer. They'd set up a foldable table for their personal laptops, sitting side by side as they quietly schemed together. Damian was working hard on some sort of artwork with a similar table to the left. He stuck his tongue out in concentration. Adorable.
Bruce was pulling up a very old case file in the central system. It looked to be a string of serial disappearances.
Jason wasn't the last to arrive for once. The elevator to the manor dings behind him. Alfred and the rest of the brood step out into the cave, carrying weapons and gadgets by the armful. Old looking Batarangs, glorified flashlights, cases upon cases of the anti-toxin epipens filled with unfamiliar blue formula. And wooden stakes.
Like a good grandson he steps up to help lighten Alfred's load, but he only gets two steps in before the old butler gives him a very disapproving eyebrow raise. Jason retreats with his hands up. He turns back to Bruce.
"This better be a bloodsucker apocalypse or you won't see me til Christmas."
Bruce pulls up a detailed list of the weapons and their uses on screen. Everyone stops what their doing and takes a picture with their phones. Garlic Batarangs, flashlights with artificial sunlight, a cure for vampirism. Wooden stakes need no introduction or explanation, except for why his dad - who is very against killing to put it fucking gently - would be giving them a vamp equivalent of a gun.
"Potentially," Bruce says. "We need to draw up new contingencies. But we also need to debrief so we have all the facts to do so."
Surprisingly, both Duke AND Tim groan. Jason understands Duke. The teen does not have the patience - ahem, attention - to learn all the contingencies at once. Which Bruce recently subjected him to from what he's gleaned from the sibling group chat.
But Tim? Making and learning ridiculous lists is the guy's bread and butter, the freak. So why -
"C'mon Bruce. What we know so far about the guy makes it seem he might be genuine. We do not have to plan a murder yet. Murder is messy - and wrong, definitely wrong." Tim tacks the last part on way too quickly for anyone here to believe that's what he actually feels. Hah. Another one straying off the path of the No Kill Rule. He can't wait to hear the details when one of their siblings interrogates him about it later.
Bruce exhales through his nose. He puts the previous topic away in favor of pulling up a picture of a middle-aged man with glacial blue eyes. His face is long and angular, and he wears old style European clothes that screams 'I'm an old rich vampire, come stake me'. Jason snorts - something about his face is so punchable.
"Dr. Alucard seemed genuine at first, too." He pulls up a picture of the same man, but this time with sunken in cheek bones. His salt and pepper hair is fully bleached, and his eyes glow unnervingly. It's a candid of him mid-fight in the Batcave, a furious snarl on his lips, baring some wicked fangs at a young Batman. "Or should I say, Dracula." He's answered with a round of gasps.
Jason's starting to see how every single one of them ended up as (melo)dramatic little shits.
He puts the pictures away. "Around the time when I was first starting out, the Penguin accidentally freed him from where he was sealed in Gotham's cemetery." Bruce begins. Jason wonders with a tight chest just what was wrong with that place. Why do the dead keep coming back to life there?
If he had a nickel...
Bruce pulls up the headlines of the 'Lost Ones' case. Jason opens his mouth to comment, but Dick beats him to it. "They seriously thought it was Batman? C'mon! How incompetent is the GCPD?"
Jason scoffs. "Says the fucking cop."
"Ex-cop, thank you. And I worked in Bludhaven before I figured out they were just as corrupted and rooting that out from the inside was a terrible plan."
"Anyone coulda told you that," Duke snarks. Jason backs him up. "Your problem is you always want to give people the benefit of the doubt when you shouldn't."
"Boys." Bruce interrupts. They all stop at the tone he uses. Alfred clears his throat, and answers Dick's rhetorical question from earlier. "That was unfortunately a common occurrence when Master B was a young bat. It would do you all well to be mindful of keeping your reputations positive amidst suspicion."
Jason doesn't laugh out of respect for Alfred - he was so not talking about him. He needs to do the opposite of spit rainbows out his ass to be effective.
"Oh my God is that why Bruce keeps gatekeeping everyone he meets? He's hazing them like a vigilante initiation ritual?" Steph whispers to Cass. He hears her softly laugh in response as she nods.
"I agree with Grayson. The GCPD are fools to think that if Father were a serial killer or trafficker that they'd ever even know. He is better than that." The demon brat brags.
Bruce huffs fondly. "It's a good thing I'm not." He gestures to the weapons. "We fought. He'd started turning people left and right, making them mind controlled vampire pawns. The Joker got turned-"
Jason's vision floods green. "And you didn't fucking stake him? Even more fucking dangerous -"
"-and I managed to capture him at a blood bank before he could do more than destruction of private property." Bruce raises his voice over him. Jason clenches and unclenches his fists. He itches to shoot something, to break something, to get relief to this God forsaken green-flavored, rage-filled pressure starting to boil over in his chest at the reminder of his murderer.
Blessedly everyone shuts the fuck up as he tries to not blow his top. Bruce should've staked him. He had the perfect excuse all lined up, and the opportunity, and goddamit Barbara wouldn't be in a wheelchair and Duke's parents would be fine and Jason wouldn't have come back evil -
Bruce isn't and wasn't evil, he reminds himself. Not like Jason is. And it's not helpful to blame him for his nature right now when they need to fucking debrief. Woulda-coulda-shoulda's are for chumps.
When he blinks back the green, shoved it down to where it's there but managed, his family haven't moved an inch from where they had been. It's a small but meaningful relief to see that they hadn't taken defensive positions like they would've in the past. They just untensed as Jason's arms stopped trembling from supernatural rage.
No one calls attention to his near-episode further, and he's grateful. "I took him back to the cave. With his blood samples I managed to create a cure for the thralls. They all went back to their everyday lives without any memories of what happened. Joker is no exception."
Which is code for, 'I found a reason to bypass normal ethics and experiment on the Joker for the greater good and yes I still remember which cell he was in. It was the highlight of that week.' It makes him feel marginally better and worse in equal measure. Where the fuck was that energy when he kicked the bucket? (Superman, was where. They already had this conversation)
"At that time Wayne Enterprises had been taking it's first steps into solar energy. When Dracula invaded the cave, we were able to survive due to the stored sunlight that the proto-type gathered."
"Wait. No, wait. Hold on. The urn on the fireplace? Please tell me that's a grandma we don't talk about." Duke pleads. "Please. It's not Kentucky Fried Vampire. Please."
When Bruce doesn't say anything for way too long, Steph nearly chokes on trying to hold back her laughter. Alfred clears his throat. "Batman was rather hurt after the altercation. And Dr. Alucard was rather rude in how he barged in - uninvited! I found it suitable that if he insisted on destroying the decorations, that he should contribute."
Steph full out cannot stop once it begins. Everyone else stares dumbfounded either at Bruce or Alfred. Dick looks like he's about to have an aneurysm. Duke is regretting his life decisions, probably the ones about joining this family. Damian is not comprehending the issue with any of this, expecting a follow up anytime soon. Cass shakes her head, but Jason hears a quiet "grandma dracula is disappointed".
He doesn't know how to feel other than dear Lord please he cannot laugh. No matter how absurd this is. He sounds ridiculous in his helmet.
"...leaving the ashes unattended would spell disaster in the wrong hands," Bruce clarifies once the giggles fall away, "Dracula kidnapped Vicky Vale to use her soul in resurrecting his wife from her ashes. Letting Alfred hide it in plain sight didn't sound like a bad enough idea to try to stop him."
"Precisely, Master Bruce." The butler approves.
"Damn. That's just cold." Dick remarks. He pinches the bridge of his nose with his free arm. "I would ask what the hell he deserved that for but he's literally an ancient evil vampire, so." His older brother jostles the blood bags he's cradling. "Hopefully this guy's an unrelated friendly."
Duke whines in the back of his throat. Jason squeezes his shoulder in sympathy.
"Tonight?" Cass redirects.
"Tonight I came across the unknown on our usual route. I had Robin stay back when I spotted him a distance away. He'd been running across rooftops, watching the people below. I followed for half a block before he walked down the side of a building and into an alley right on the border of Park Row."
"Crime Alley." Jason corrects.
"Crime Alley," Bruce amends. "Once there, he paused for a moment, searching the crowds for something. He took out a clear canister filled with a dark red liquid. It had the same viscosity as blood."
"Where's he getting the blood from? There hasn't been anymore blood bank robberies, attempted or otherwise. And no one's turned up with weird wounds, dead or alive." Steph pipes up. Babs lifts her hand up as she adds her two cents. "Unlessss, mystery teeth here is using the same tactic Drac did. If he's just arriving then we shouldn't be noticing anything just yet."
Bruce holds up a gloved finger in a 'I wasn't done' gesture. "When I approached, the unknown claimed that the canister was a synthesizer when asked. I couldn't detect any lie in his body language or voice. He then introduced himself as 'Dante Nightingale', but asked to be called Danny, which either means he's a modern vampire or an old one who is familiar with the times. I then confronted him about stalking humans from an alleyway. He revealed intel that will be worrying if confirmed."
Jason hums. "Sounds like this guy might not be the supernatural flavor of creep, at least," he mutters under his breath.
Tim raises his hand next. "From what B told me earlier, Danny said that there was some weird ghostly-doppelganger-vampire activity that our suspect hasn't seen before. The behavior, not the creatures." Tim pushes up his blue light glasses as he takes a breath. "Anyways. The info on Shades checks out. The JLD records told me all about them. Show of hands if anyone's seen Appalachia Tik Tok?"
Oh Jason doesn't like where this is going. Alfred (surprisingly), Cass, Dick, Babs, Steph, and Duke all put their hands up too.
Tim goes on. "The mimics? Shades are like that, but with a life force sucking aspect. They're basically ghosts who never were alive and didn't form right, so they eat human emotions until they become fully sentient ghosts called Specters. In a really creepy 'I'm going to replace you' way. So. Bad stuff."
Jason shivers when Bruce nods. "Nightingale claims that they're walking the streets in unusual numbers. That he had just arrived and in Gotham and that he was exploring tonight when he noticed something off."
"Ohhhhkay! Just what we needed, yeah? Invisible monsters in Gotham!" Dick says. "Quick, scratch that off the bingo."
Tim rolls his eyes. "Do we have a description? Power set, background check? I need everything I can to narrow down which type of vamp in the database." He's tapping away at his laptop again, not looking up as he types.
Bruce motions for Damian to come closer. The demon brat hands off the artwork he'd been quietly working on as they talked. Bruce observes it, before nodding at where Damian stands at attention like a good little soldier. Damian preens.
Jason blinks away the green.
Their dad scans the sheet with a device, and the image pops up on the main computer. The man in the portrait has pale skin - obviously. Fangs - no duh. Although notably shaped differently from Drac's. Claws a good few inches long and white in color. Jason spies an interesting ring. It's crown shaped and encased in fake(?) ice. Freckles on his rounder face, framed by wispy-looking stark white hair. Skeleton earrings, black turtleneck, a white blouse with a ridiculously low vee neck tucked into green pants. A delicate chain in the shape of a spiderweb wraps around his covered throat in a pleasing contrast.
The man's eyes are a hauntingly familiar shade of green. He sees it often.
The pupils glow a lighter hue of lazarus, shaped like four-pointed stars. Jason would say the guy looks more like a fae took a dip in the Pits than bloodsucker. But what does he know? Guy didn't deny the blood drinking accusations for fuck's sake.
Babs jumps in again. "We had B give Robin a description because apparently his presence is a hell of an EMP. Video feed and coms went down as soon as Batman joined him in the alley. So a few feet away." She clicks a few things on her own screen, and then starts reading down some sort of list she typed up for herself.
"Dante Nightingale, aged nineteen. A farm boy from Illinois. Parents Robert and Jane Nightingale. No other relatives. Totally normal until he was struck by lightning at thirteen and his metagene activated, giving him minor power over ice and sensitivity to heat." She taps something on her computer and a young Danny Nightingale jumps next to Damian's portrait. The black haired boy has a big goofy grin on his even rounder face, splattered with freckles. In this picture, it's obvious that although he's trying to look happy for picture day, the kid had serious bags under his eyes, and a look in those clear blues that just screamed that Danny had seen some awful things. "Then at fourteen, the whole family got into a car crash. Robert and Jane died on scene, while Dante lasted three days in the hospital before going missing entirely."
Babs pushes up her glasses and takes a deep steadying breath. "The nurses on duty reported a change in hair and eye color, as well as strange dental elongation in the canines. Paired with uncontrollable ice stronger than recorded earlier, this led them to believe that Danny's metagene strained under the new trauma and started causing physical mutations alongside the modifications to his original ability. But I think we all know what was actually happening to him."
"...What else do we know about the kid?" Dick asks. Anyone who didn't know him would say that Dick was relaxed, but Jason and anyone else who knew him could clearly see that Danny's story hit a little too close to home. Dead parents in an 'accident' where the kid was there to see. Yeah.
Heh. This looks like a classic meta trafficking case, the more he follows that thought. Not the casual kind most parents have to fear - pick a kid off the street just 'cause they were there, someone will pay for 'em no matter if they're pretty or not.
No. This was targeted. Planned out weeks, months, years in advance. Someone wanted this kid for something specific - enough to murder his parents for and make it look like an accident. Likely, it was to have an ice meta under mind control, considering what Bruce said about Dracula and his thralls. If he's right, Jason might have to go all Buffy Summers and deal with them.
Jason reaches out to catch Duke by the shoulder again and this time he doesn't let go. His newest brother looks at him, big brown eyes wide and fearful. It could've been him, easy. They both think it. They both know it. Fuck, Danny was just a few years younger than he is now.
Jason squeezes. He whispers low to him. "I'd shoot them in the balls for you. Won't let 'em take you. End bloodlines if I have to, to get you back." Duke gulps, and nods. The teen squeezes his eyes shut and Jason pretends he doesn't see him quickly wipe his eyes.
"...Recently, he got legally un-declared dead, and opened a bank account. Looks like one very dead Vlad Masters left his fortune to him sometime earlier. Man owned a goddamn castle. They found a secret lab in his basement with strange equipment when they went looking for evidence. And. Oh. Oh that's not good."
"What is it?" He asked, not wanting to know the answer already.
"Police found a mystery green liquid they couldn't identify but put the composition on file. I just ran it through our systems. 70% match to lazarus water. What's more, there were blood packs close by that were heavily contaminated with the same substance." She looks like she was ready to throw up at the dots they were all connecting.
He might as well. "Alright. Meta kid's trafficked at fourteen and turned into a vampire. Spends the next five years caught by mad scientist vampires who poked and prodded at him like a rat. Then, he murders the assholes, runs off with their money, and moves to Gotham. Fuck's sake." Jason sums up.
Bruce makes a 'I'm not disagreeing with you but I have an opinion' grunt. "That's one possibility. The most likely one from what we know right now."
"But?" Someone prompts.
"But. He mentioned a term called 'Fraid'. He said that someone told him that myself and 'my Fraid' were good people. Nightingale claimed it was a cultural term for found family," Bruce explained. The man's mouth twitches into a frown. "If he was being held hostage all that time, would they have bothered to teach him that? And if they did, experimentation wouldn't be all they had wanted from him. No one would bother to teach someone disposable."
Tim stopped typing for a second, eyes widening and then blanking quick as a whip. Swallowed. Went back in with a vigor.
"So. Either. He got away from his kidnappers, and there's some found family out there somewhere. Or he never got away from them, but he was not expendable. His kidnappers may have forced him into their family." Steph reasoned out.
"Man. This is fucked up." Duke mutters. "You're telling me, kid." Jason whispers back.
Damian bristles. "Father. We have to interrogate him. Nightingale may have connections to the League of Assassins, or a similar organization run by vampires. The lazarus water is damning. We must make sure." The demon brat demands. Which. Fair. More unknown lazarus pits are just asking for evil to pull up with some friends.
Bruce makes an 'I agree with you but I'm thinking' grunt. But before he can respond, Tim cuts in. "So Fraid is definitely what he says it means. But according to the records, only the dead or undead use it. Obviously I did a little digging. Vampires don't count as either of those, even though some sleep in coffins and stuff. No, most vampires count as something called 'death touched'. Meaning they're still alive, albeit really in tune with the other side." Tim shifts, chugging a quick bit of cold coffee. "Only one match came up when I searched for undead vampire. The thing is, it exists, but the file is on the JLD's red tape section."
Which is code for 'don't fucking touch this dimwits if you value your life, call us for fucks sake'. Pleasant.
"Yes Father. If Drake is not once again wildly incorrect and foolish, Nightingale is undead. And it's obvious how." Damian presses.
"I will make the call. Red Robin, keep looking. I'll type up the rest of the abilities and send them to you all. Everyone working with me officially, no one goes on patrol alone. We work in pairs until further notice. Everyone bring with them the anti-vampire precautions we have until we have better options." Batman commands to the group. He zeroes in on Jason, and Jason gears up to rip Bruce a new one for treating him like he's still one his birds.
But that's not what happens. "And Red Hood. Just...be careful."
Instead of acknowledging the icky ooey gooey feelings, Jason snorts derisively. "I'll tell my guys and girls to keep a lookout. If anyone goes missing I'd bet ya a thousand it'll be one of mine. Everyone knows no one's gonna call the cops." He turns around and stuffs his pockets with the gadgets, and Dick threw him a blood bag. "Later assholes."
Jason revs his bike. Tonight, he'll make his rounds, doing what said he would. And hey. Probably hit up that rage room in Bristol he goes to in civvies. Crime's been real quiet recently, and he knows it's likely purposeful.
That pisses him off that they think they can hide from him forever in his own territory.
Tonight's been bad, too. He'd rather go beat up some stupid garbage than risk a pit rage on some numb nut that at most only needs a couple slices to catch his drift. Heh. He's gonna see if they'd let him tape a pic of Dracula to a TV so he can cave his face in post-mortem.
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kroosluvr · 6 months ago
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【celexcity cosmetics × THE ROYAL Collaboration Confirmed!!】
A limited-time collaboration between 「celexcity cosmetics」 and Violet, Crow, and Joker has been announced!
Various goods will be sold alongside original visuals! ✨
Order Period: 7/28/24 – 8/5/24
Purchase 「celexcity cosmetics」 items over a certain amount in-store for a random photocard of either Violet, Crow, or Joker (while supplies last)! 🍱 🥞 ☕
hey u found the cele notes section. YAY
the lipstick colors r rather similar so its hard to tell but akira kissed goro, goro kissed sumire, sumire kissed akira
black mask choker, violet mask earring, joker mask lapel pin
also the logo i just threw together but it has elements from all their mask designs (sumi's floopy things and black mask for the wings and the sharp bits on the crown frm akira's mask) and also crown bc yay. and the sparkle-diamond on top also for sumi smile
heres my eyeshadow palette reasoning. AHEM
violet
glass slipper: cendrillon! yay!!!
your resolve: kasumi's ribbon. her resolve to become a world-class gymnast, bright red and passionate
my ambition: sumire's earrings. softer and gentler, but still a powerful gold shade, showing her resolve to carry on kasumi's dream as well as pursue hers
brave step: cendrillon's signature skill!
crow
dazzle: taken from "dazzle camouflage", the design concept for loki
dark sun: dark sun ova!
laevateinn: loki's signature skill!
proof of: proof of justice ova! it's the brightest shiniest color in his palette, referencing his pure and bright childhood dream of being a hero of justice
joker
unjust game: this truly was an unjust game...
guillotine: always have been fascinated w the persona fusion mechanic being a guillotine in p5... something super wrenching abt it. i still dont understand it 100% ADKJSAHKJS in terms of the symbolism
sea of souls: YIPPE!! also i wanted dark blue for his palette
leblanc: coffe:3
TY FOR READING!! i came up w this concept yesterday and stapled myself to my chair to finish it asap
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spicycinnabun · 11 months ago
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The second time Eddie stopped by Harrington Floral, it was because it was his mom’s birthday.
Each year, he bought a dozen Black-eyed Susans, her favorite wildflower, and placed them on her grave. He’d also eat a piece of carrot cake in her honor with Uncle Wayne.
The carrot cake was usually store-bought because he and Wayne were both hopeless in the kitchen, but this year, Eddie was going to try and make her recipe from scratch.
He felt like he owed it to her, and he needed to overcome his fear of the oven if he was ever going to survive on his own. She’d want that for him. Growth. Adulthood.
He had a brown bag full of groceries in one arm, carrot tops hanging over the side as he entered the store.
There was a new display in the window now. This one was called When I Think of You, and it was an assortment of roses, all in various shades of pink and red.
It was a different florist than the brown-eyed beauty that ended up serving him, but Eddie heard a voice coming from the back.
“Rob, I told you I already watered the Anthuriums today. Now, you’ve gone and over-watered them. They’re very susceptible to rot. Be careful next time!”
“Alright, alright! Jesus,” the girl, Rob, responded. She rolled her expressive blue eyes, the freckles on her face standing out wildly around all the bright bouquets. “Flower nazi.”
Eddie wasn’t exactly in a laughing mood, not today, but it made his lips twitch.
Rob rang up Eddie’s flowers. “That’ll be seven ninety-five, please.”
As he handed over his cash and coins, Eddie saw the source of the cranky voice crouching over a potted plant, shaking a bag of fertilizer over the soil and muttering to himself.
Eddie’s head tilted. The flower nazi had a nice butt.
Rob cleared her throat—the fake kind that actually sounded like ahem—and shoved the bouquet and receipt under his nose. “Have a great daisy,” she told him flatly.
“Oh, I’m sure I will not,” Eddie said, taking them.
He walked out still feeling blue, but as he buried his nose in the bundle of Susans and smelled their sweet grassy aroma that reminded him so much of his mother, his steps became lighter.
🌷🪻🌻🌹
co-writing this with @batty4steddie 💕
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portraitofalinkonfyre · 3 months ago
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I would like to ask for part 3 of nightmare in Toronto
*ahem*
PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE
Ask and ye shall receive!
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Knightmare In Toronto
Chapter 3: Meet The Neighbors, They Said!
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The kitchen was abuzz with activity. 
As it turned out, everyone was hungry, with Wind offering to help within a millisecond of you popping the question. It was almost embarrassing how quickly you folded in the face of those baby blues staring up at you, averting your eyes as you contemplated how one child could be so damn adorable, eventually settling on marching to the kitchen and declaring that anyone who wanted to help was welcome to it, a cheerful Wind at your heels. 
It was only when you bent to retrieve the only pot you owned that Wild made his presence known, asking quietly if there were any ingredients you needed. You informed him that you had gone to the supermarket earlier, which elicited a strange look from the blonde, but you were too focused on keeping Wind from waving the knives like toys and retrieving your cookbook from the depths of the top cabinet to care. 
“Okay,” you blew the dust off the cookbook. Wind oooed and Wild sneezed, to which you issued a dry “bless you,” and flipped to the correct page. Green Bean Soup had been one of your favorite recipes when you were a child, so you didn’t see any reason not to make it for them. “I’m going to assume none of you know what a stove is?”
Their blank stares confirmed everything. With a labored sigh and quick massage to your aching temples, you tossed the cookbook on the counter, rolled up your sleeves, cracked your knuckles awesomely, and intoned: “Let’s fix that.”
Within ten minutes, you had a large soup boiling atop the stove, all thanks to Wind’s chopping abilities and Wild’s tendency to produce ingredients from his pants pockets, which you were beginning to suspect doubled as a gateway to a black hole when you caught him trying to pull what appeared to be an entire ladle from the thing. He continued to surprise you when a small vial of red powder—Goron Spice, he called it, which was both terrifying and intriguing—made its way onto the mix, while Wind flitted around the area to simultaneously snoop and ask a million questions. 
Despite the chaos, there was something inherently refreshing about being in the presence of others. You rarely received visitors, and it was nice to laugh along with Wind’s antics or Wild’s cleverly-placed quips. The soup also smelled delicious, which did not favors for your initial distrust; if they wanted to hurt me, they would have done it sooner, you reasoned, watching Wild stir the liquid—a vibrant carmine that looked just as good as it smelled, with tender veggies gliding at the surface with each flick of the ladle—as it bubbled and hissed. 
"You're pretty good at this," you said as Wild scraped the last of the chicken—the meat of choice—into the pot, already blooming with delicious, fragrant steam. "Who taught you?"
“I did,” the man’s response was swift and to the point, but only a fool would miss the soft smile in his eyes… until it turned sour and he glanced down at the soup. “At least, I think I did,” his expression darkened further. “My memories… they’re not all there.”
You nodded sympathetically as he stirred the soup, lost in thought, reaching over to tap more spice into the pot. Wild’s grin was quick, and his motions grew quicker to incorporate the powder. Wind, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, pipped up from his perched position on the counter. “That’s okay, Wild! You’re the best cook I know!”
“Thanks, sailor,” Wild’s mouth quirked up even more, and you stepped over to the dishes cabinet to give them some privacy, feeling a bit out of place. You were curious, sure, but it wasn’t your place to ask. Opening the door, you groaned, drawing both boys’ gazes. 
“Oh, for the love of—”
“What’s wrong?” Wind hopped off the counter to sidle up beside you, neck craned as he assessed the situation. 
You gestured to the nearly-empty cabinet housing your meager dining possessions: four plates, two bowls, three glass cups of varying size, a chipped mug with Grumpy Cat’s frowning face plastered to the visible side of it, and the Paw Patrol sippy cup you discovered between your couch’s cushions a year into owning it. 
Wind patted your forearm with a grin. “That’s okay! We have our own bowls,” and, just to assuage your fears, he reached into his satchel and produced a small wooden bowl, complete with a set of carved silverware and a small cup. “See?”
“That’s what eyes are for, Wind,” came Four’s voice from the living room, but there was no real heat behind his words. You had to hold back a chuckle at the younger boy’s exasperated expression, and excused yourself to the hallway when he turned to look at you with a ‘did you just hear that?’ expression. 
Once in the hallway, you made a b-line for the hallway closet, retrieving all the blankets you had, which was a startlingly large number considering you lived alone. You threw the ones that wouldn’t fit around your shoulder, then padded down to the guest room. It had been just your luck that the house had come with such a large room, nearly twice as big as your own. Until now, you had been using it as a makeshift quiet space, complete with a heavenly beanbag that you were only slightly embarrassed to admit you used more than your own bed.
You nudged the door open with your foot, immediately tossed the blankets on the beanbag when Wild’s call of “Stew’s done!” rang through the house. Scrambling back to the kitchen, you snagged a bowl and joined the already forming line, sandwiched between Twilight and Wind, their bowls at the ready. 
After getting your food, you walked to the living room and flopped down on the couch–there was no way in hell your tiny dining table was going to fit everyone. 
"May I join you?” Four materialized at your side, the steam from his bowl slightly obscuring his face. You nodded and he plopped himself down on the couch next to you. A beat passed, only broken by a sigh. "I'm sorry for scaring you, it wasn't right of me."
“You’re fine,” you spooned some soup and blew on it, glancing at him as the tips of your mouth curved up in a cheeky grin. “I would have screamed too, scared cat."
His gaze snapped to you. “Excuse me?”
You held up your free hand in surrender. “Joking, joking!”
Four rolled his eyes and you could have sworn the typically blue edges flashed a starling shade of purple for a split second. “You better be,” he said through a mouthful of soup, and you were glad there were no hard feelings. 
"What's this?" Came Wild's curious voice. He had taken up residence on the carpet, stew set aside in favor of examining your television, running his fingers across the smooth surface.
“It's called a television,” you reached for the remote. "Watch this!"
The TV crackled to life when you pressed the power button, not considering how someone new to your world might react to this technology of the future. As expected, Wild threw himself back with a shout as the latest episode of Family Feud filled the screen with an obnoxious blare, then swiftly brandished his sword in the wake of this new foe. Four also went ramrod straight and retrieved his own sword, nearly dropping his stew in the chaos. You screamed for them to stop, but it was for naught when a Call Of Duty ad joined the commercial sequence. Wild yelled in shock, thrusting his blade into the center of the television. 
ZZZZCHH!
Orange sparks exploded around the weapon, and Wild’s body shook as he was undoubtedly electrocuted, hair going every which way in a manner that would have been hilarious in any other situation. Amidst the insanity, Four attempted to pull Wild from the sparking television, only to receive what you could only assume was a very nasty shock. Twilight, Wind, and the tallest guy joined the fray just as the lights began to flicker, their barking voices melding into a cacophony of craziness.
"What in Hylia?!" Someone cried, though you didn't recognize their voice. Glancing up, you met the purple eyes of an even more ridiculously-dressed stranger. His hair was what could only be described as a warm strawberry blonde and, if that wasn't enough, he appeared to be wearing a red tunic over a long green dress with... where the fuck were his pants?
"Put some pants on, whore!" You screeched, half delirious with terror, just as there was a loud crash and Wild flew across the room, landing squarely against the family photos hanging on your wall with a stuttered oof. Your tone spiked with outrage as you beheld the current madness. "What the hell?!"
“Wild!” Wind rushed to Wild’s side, shaking his shoulder. He looked up at you, the beginnings of tears blooming in his adorable little eyes. You felt your anger slip like sand through clenched fingers, slowly stepping up to Wild’s prone form, pressing your fore and middle fingers to the side of his neck, probing the arteries below for a pulse. It was at that moment that you truly noticed the scars marring the side of his neck, long enough that they simultaneously dipped down beneath his shirt and stretched up to the base of his elongated ear. “...Is he dead?”
“I…” The silence was somber as you searched harder… only for Wild to cough and swat at your hand, eyes gazing blearily at the ceiling. 
“Hylia, it’s like fighting wizzrobes all over again…”
What? 
Despite the fact that half those words made no sense at all, you released the breath you’d been holding. You drew yourself up, still dazed by the fact that that had just happened, you brushed past a startled Twilight and blank-faced tall man, calling over your shoulder: “Someone get him on the couch–I’ll get water.”
“‘M fine,” you heard Wild murmur from the other room, followed by soft scuffling noises. You grabbed the sippy cup from the cabinet and filled it with water, returning just in time to witness Four heave the taller man by his armpits onto your couch. Impressive, was your first thought, followed by: I don’t want to imagine the overtime, when you passed the crackling television, still impaled on the massive sword. It was a fucking miracle your house hadn’t caught on fire in the chaos. 
“Here,“ you handed the cup to Wild, who took it with a baffled expression, though it didn’t stop him from dutifully chugging the thing. “...Dare I ask why you stabbed my television?”
“That’s a fancy term for a mimic,” the pantless stranger snapped, mirroring your posture. You instantly stood straighter, ready to square up if needed. The stranger snorted at your half-glare, expression darkening suspiciously as he scanned your home. “Where are we?”
You tried not to look at the sword attached to his belt, crossing your arms over your chest and slightly cocking your left hip in a manner that you hoped conveyed the seriousness of the situation. “My house.”
The newcomer blinked, and Wind stepped in, excitement regained. “This is Legend, he’s with us–”
“Uh huh,” you muttered under your breath. 
“–and this is (Y/n), we’re staying with them until everyone else gets here.”
You felt your expression soften–Wind was a cute kid–and it was only mildly difficult to manage a short wave; you definitely weren’t here to make enemies out of any of them. 
“Sup.”
Bafflement swept across Legend’s face as Wind mouthed the word to himself, though neither of them had a chance to reply when a heavy series of knocks came down on your front door. For a moment, you froze, feeling like you had just been caught red-handed, but quickly flew into action when Legend stiffened, hand falling on the hilt of his sword. “Put that away,” you hissed as the barest glint of steel flashed in your field of vision, fearlessly batting his hand down and rushing over to the door with a hurried “stay right there” to the gaggle of men in your living room. 
“Hiiii, Cindy,” you said as soon as you cracked the door open, praying to whatever deity you could that she wasn’t here to bitch about how your petunias interfered with the HOA guidelines. “What can I do for you on this,” you were going to say ‘fine day’, but that felt a tad too cheery for the insanity that had occurred in your living room alone. “...acceptable afternoon?”
“Finally,” your neighbor tossed her freshly highlighted bangs from her face, but you were more surprised that her demon spawn children were nowhere to be seen, likely congregating elsewhere to commit more crimes against the local wildlife. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
You deadpanned, ignoring the hushed whispers behind you. Cindy’s brows lifted, and she tried to peek behind you, but you squared your stick shoulders and fake coughed. “I don’t know, Cindy, what time is it?”
“It’s too damn early, that’s what it is,” she said despite it being after five o’clock in the afternoon. “I’ve always considered you a sensible neighbor–”
“Hold on,” you held up a hand, bafflement creeping into your expression. “Why are you here?”
“For god’s sake, (Y/n),” she put two fingers on the bridge of her nose and you felt your exasperation ebb minutely–seems like you weren’t the only one who had a hard day. “What are you doing, screaming like that?“
“...Um.”
“I get that the Tic Tac app condones all these newfangled things, but that’s no excuse to involve the neighborhood in your shenanigans–”
What. The. Fuck. 
Your jaw nearly hit the floor–did she think you were having an orgy? It was so… so hilariously wrong that you were temporarily rendered speechless, helplessly listening to her spiel about adequate soundproofing and some other bullshit about using protection that you didn’t have the brain power to comprehend at the moment. It didn’t help that there was an audible gasp from within the house that followed her initial words as one of the boys ultimately came (har har) to the same conclusion you had. 
When you did find your voice, it came out in choppy half-sentences that did absolutely nothing to help your case. “I’m not– why would you–”
“Oh, honey,” Cindy tossed her hair in one flawless move. Distant screaming could be heard from her property and you cringed at the thought of having to call the fire department so soon after last time. “Before you–” she leaned close, and you backed away, unintentionally revealing Wind’s head poking out from the living room wall. ”–there was me.”
With that, your neighbor was gone. You remained at the foyer, leaning against the door frame for support, expression completely drained of any and all emotion. Every one of your thoughts was centered around the complete and total madness that had just occurred until Wind whispered. “Is she gone?”
You closed the door and collapsed back onto it, battling with the distinct urge to scream like a maniac. Four wandered around the corner and plopped himself against the wall next to you. You allowed yourself a few moments of silence, only moving when the tallest man’s bulky form entered the hall, flanked by Twilight, Wild, and Legend, who was the first to speak. 
“That was…” if you had been paying attention, you would have noticed the faint redness on the tips of his ears. 
“I need a nap,” you groaned, massaging your temples for the nth time today. The tallest man stood a bit straighter when you fixed your sights on him. “How many more of you did you say were coming?”
“Three more,” he glanced up and you half expected to see another one of them dropping from the ceiling. When nothing happened, you sighed and ran a hand through your hair. 
“Okay, the guest room is just down there–” you pointed at said door for emphasis. “–and mine is the one after it. There should be enough blankets for y’all, but I can go on a supply run if anything ends up on fire…” you paused, tone taking a distinct, pleading undertone when you continued. “Please don’t set my things on fire.”
“You have our word,” the tall man promised, laying a hand over his heart, and you felt marginally better. 
“Rad. Now,” you clapped your hands. “Who wants croissants?”
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This chapter fought me tooth and nail, so please be gentle!
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tennypress · 1 year ago
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MINORS DNI
WARNING: angst, jaegyon is red flag, gender neutral reader
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“I dug my key into the side (into the side), of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive. Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights (both headlights), slashed a hole in all four tires. Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats…”
“Baby please it was an honest mistake” he says nonchalantly on the phone. You can hear him drive in that stupid car if his.
“Honest, HONEST?!?! What me seeing you with another girl in the car was an “Honest” mistake Jaegyon?!
“Oh cmon , it was probably another guy-“ “What, some other guy has another car that has another red and blue car that states NO MORE CONFIRM on their car, REALLY?” You say over the phone clearly pissed as you packed your shit. He tried to make an excuse but failed to do so.
You just leave his apartment as you make sure you had everything before throwing the key he gave you on the couch as you take your luggage to your own car. A nice silver Porsche your father had gaved you after you finished your exams. Throwing it in the trunk as you start your car. Before driving off, blocking him on every platform. Huffing as you start the engine and drive off.
The reader might think, “oh she must be so sad, or is she gonna get revenge. “They’re totally gonna get back together and she will shit on his heart.” Well in my own logic(lol) here is how to went:
She fully speeds as she arrives at a secluded beach. Parking her car as she angrily smokes. Grumbling on how she fell for his stupid face, or how he looked like some people that she knew(ahem ahem DG, Eli, and Johan) as she crushes the cigarette under her heel.
She put up a plan that will ensure her revenge and possibly not end up in jail.
She comes up with a couple of strategies
1. Scratch his car - nah she doesn’t wanna get sued
2. Cheat on him? - too much work
3. Find the bitch who slept with him - she’s probably big or something and will probably get sued
4. Block him and never speak to him again - she’s already doing that
There’s another solution: Get a better look and shit on him with her new looks - sounds better and is easier(and also legal)
“So that’s it!” She says out loud. She drives to her own separate home and get ready. Watching different YouTube videos for I don’t know, maybe an hour before finding the perfect video. Then getting a different outfit as she texts up a friend she knows and ask him about that car race meet up spot that she knows that jaegyon will be at and they agree.
The following week comes up and she’s with her friend as they went to who knows where as she flaunts her new looks. Form her hair, makeup, outfit, and heels as she finds a spot for her Nissan Silvia s13 in a big spot as the other people admire her.
She talks with them as she talks about her car when she sees him in the other side next to two girls at his side as he talks to some of his friends. His friends caught up and whisper to him as he notices you and glanced your way sometimes. You only ignored them as you chill with the other car owners, some of them being friendly
There was an announcement where there would be a race. Your ears perked up and headed over there as you see your good friend participating against, a very oddly familiar car. Oh shit it’s his car isn’t it
You walk to your friends side as you warm them up and he gave you thumbs up as you see a swarm of girls near his side. Ugh
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After the race was over your friend won and you congratulated him. As you head to your car you hear yelling and see Jaegyon come towards you. In a panic you drive away and far as you could as you head home.
You sit at him as you wash your makeup when you heard your doorbell ring. Running over you open the door and met up with a tall blondie. Jaegyon…
He just looks at you before excusing himself in
“What the hell are you doing here” you asked a bit pissed
“Came here to say sorry…” he says. Looking away
“Well I don’t want your apology so get out”
“But-“”No buts, out!” You point to your door and shut it. Sighing in relief as you sat back down as you just finished your relationship
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theyellowhedgehog · 4 months ago
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This is the character design I have in mind with the Reverse Robin + Parallel AU. Let's name it Ripple Effect AU. PART 1, 2, 3,
PART 4
Damian Wayne
So, Damian as you can see in my previous post, I colored his skin pretty pink. That's because I wanted him to be one of those kids that got darker as they grow older. You know ? Those babies that look like dumplings and got super tan afterwards? 🤭 Just imagine Damian after taking off his cowl and got a tan line around his mouth,lol.
Yellowhedgehog, where is Damian's green signature color?
I think he got his color as green because of his eyes or because of the Al-Ghul color.
But listen, our boy Damian falls out with his best friend *ahem* (which he will deny) due to Joker. So, I don't think he would even want to be near green.
Thus, I made him a color which contradict green, which is red. Which is also the color of his hero moniker, Cardinal, the bird.
Why Cardinal? That moniker was mainly used for Tim in his fandom.
Well, Cardinal is a bird that in some belief represents an angel that guide souls.
Damian's character development in this AU is to become one with Gotham, work with her and not against her, even though he wasn't originally from Gotham.
After Tim and Joker incident, he got it pretty bad because his best friend although survived, their friendship died. Since there was no physical body to bury it , he carries it in his moniker, likes a Cardinal is said to guide souls to a better place.
It will make sense later on when I introduce Jason and Dick.
Tim Drake
Yellowhedgehog, what did you do to Tim!
Yes, I made Tim bald, or like a fade bald? Yes, there is a reason.
After 3 days of captivity in the hand of Joker, the drug that he got injected makes his hair grow green for several years. Tim didn't like that. He didn't like hearing Joker's laughter in his head or be reminded of Joker when he saw the J Joker carved into his skin.
So he took back control the only way he could think of. He torched himself on his cheek to let it be a reminder that he survived Joker and not because Joker lost interest in him after the madman successfully got Batman's attention.
He buzzes off his hair because he will not let Joker controls him when he looks into the mirror and see someone who is not him.
So yeah, I hope that explanation brings answer.
Why is Tim's color the same as Nightwing?
I made Tim's color dark blue, but I'm not sure what color will represent Dick yet.
Blue is associated with green to some aspect. They are close to each other on the color spectrum. So why doesn't Tim chose a color far from Joker?
In physic, there are three main colors, Red, Green and Blue.
So my thought process was, Since a blue filter absorbs green and red, its perfect for Tim.
And while Joker's color represents craziness and chaos, Tim's dark blue represents calmness and stability. (Can anyone guess what Tim's future will be?😏)
Therefore, I made Tim, blue so he can swallow Joker whole.
What are some small details you also add to Tim and Damian?
There's no way it might come up in the plot but!
Damian has finally got a pet! It's not a dog tho! It's a hedgehog! *Nervous chuckle in self-insert*
Tim got addicted to cigarettes. This is because he uses nicotine to relieve stress and to ease his phantom pain from Joker's torture. He is trying to quit tho, cus Damian don't like smokers around the children.
Remember the goldfish in Part 1? Tim still has it! He named it D.A.L.F (Danger.Avoided.Lucky.Fish). He thinks it suiting because the goldfish was save from Damian's hand. Tim built a whole ecosystem for his goldfish. He took the goldfish when he moved away too.
Those are all the details I have thought up for now.
Thanks for reading!
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marzipanthots · 1 year ago
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The final confrontation part 2
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CHECK OUT THE REST OF THE PAGES <3
Part 1 https://www.tumblr.com/marzipanthots/739088900268621824/final-confrontation
part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/marzipanthots/739089572371316736/the-final-confrontation-part-2-part-1
Part 3 https://www.tumblr.com/marzipanthots/740247756195725312/the-final-confrontation-part-3-ahem-there-is-a
Part 4 -https://www.tumblr.com/marzipanthots/740936668818882560/the-final-confrontation-part-1
Part 5 - (FINAL CHAPTER/THE END)
https://www.tumblr.com/marzipanthots/740937005675003904/the-final-confrontation-part-1
Creative notes- I like to interpret, light anharion (blue and gold) as someone who still trying to stick to his morals versus the betrayer (post collar red and gold) who has seen the truth of the light side and is willing to move away from his past and become reborn
Also, when it comes to dialogue, I imagine them as that type a couple who throw each other’s word back at each other
“Let’s have a match “
“I am here”
“TRY TO RUN”
So I try to incorporate that within this dialogue, by heavily analyzing cs pacat writing ✍️ I love how pacat writes a seemingly simple phrase, but then it comes back with a full punch when you don’t expect it🫣💓
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scorchieart · 1 year ago
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⬥◇◆ Clothes Shopping with the Ikeprinces ◆◇⬥
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With Act 3 and Silvio's route just around the corner, let's slow down, take a step back, and remember how we all ended up in here. Particularly, how we all ended up in these clothes.
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Silvio’s Dubious Preorder ◆◇⬥
*the front door to the clothes shop opens in the middle of the night*
Shopkeeper: Who’s there?
Silvio: Your worst nightmare…
*Silvio drops a heavy bag of coins in the shopkeeper's hands*
Silvio: And your salvation.
Shopkeeper: What?
Silvio: Listen closely, tailor. Tomorrow you will be visited by a pathetic pack of princes with questionable fashion sense. They are in search of new outfits to wear for the upcoming story arc and have chosen your lousy shop as their genius loci. Lucky you.
Shopkeeper: …What?
Silvio: I’ll be in attendance as well, but I’m only interested in an outfit that’ll blow everyone else’s out of the water, so I’ll mostly be observing from the sides. All you gotta do is keep those other guys occupied and catch all the notes I send your way. You’re an experienced man, you’ll know when I’m dropping you a hint. But no one else needs to know about our little deal, capisce? 
*Silvio pats the coin bag and leaves. Shopkeeper puts on glasses and cleans out his ears*
Shopkeeper: WHAT?
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⬥◇◆THE NEXT DAY ◆◇⬥
Judge Yves, Round 1 ◆◇⬥
Yves: As members of Rhodolite’s domestic faction, we are the pillars our citizens look towards to represent the values our kingdom instills in art, culture, and conduct. The outfits we select today must not only reflect the propriety expected of the royal family, but also that of our people for generations to follow.
Yves: Jin! Button your shirt all the way up right this moment!
Jin: You can’t cage the collarbones, Yves!
Yves: Leon! Too much detailing will overwhelm your conversation partners! You look like you’re drowning in gold.
Leon: But you’re talking to me just fine now?
Yves: Licht! You look wonderful, of course. But if I had to nitpick, the white on your lapels clashes with your black jacket. Try wearing more color, you don’t want to look like a walking chessboard.
*Sariel slowly backs into the dressing room*
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Nokto Seeing Double ◆◇⬥
Nokto: No, this blue vest doesn’t bring out my eyes quite right.
*hands vest over to Licht. Licht tries it on*
Nokto: Hm… and these tassels make my face look too narrow.
*hands shoulder pads over to Licht. Licht tries them on*
Nokto: And these black gloves clash horribly with my hair, what was I thinking?
*hands gloves over to Licht. Licht tries them on*
Nokto: You look great, Licht. Ugh, nothing in this entire store works for me!
*a bag of coins flies across the store*
Silvio: Tailor! No vests, tassels, or gloves!
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Judge Yves, Round 2 ◆◇⬥
Yves: Ahem! I’m only doing this because you four are an extension of Rhodolite beyond the borders, and I don’t want you messing up our image in front of our neighbors. It’s not like I particularly care how you dress everyday!
Nokto: Aww, Evie, you care~
Yves: Shut it! Ahem! For starters, the white theme you all have is a very nice choice. It’s a good idea to set up a visual indicator to let others know you’re working as a team.
Clavis: Oh, that wasn’t intentional. This humble shop is simply fortunate enough to have had enough pieces for each of us. Otherwise, these poor white coats would have been prematurely stained red! Hahaha!
Yves: Wha—?
Clavis: With strawberry jam, of course! Chev gets particularly pouty when someone wears white instead of him. I wouldn’t put it past him to “accidentally” sully that poor someone’s outfit with his toast.
Luke: That’s why I eat mine with honey instead!
Yves: No, that’s why we eat breakfast before we leave the palace! 
*Yves swipes the toast from Chevalier and Luke*
Yves: Luke! If you’re going to wear white, you can’t carry honeyed toast in your pockets!
Yves: Clavis! If you’re going to wear a coat over a jacket again, at least make them match in style this time!
Yves: Nokto! If you’re not going to button your vest all the way, you have to wear a shirt underneath!
*Chevalier covers his chest and slowly backs into the dressing room*
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Small Talk Sariel ◆◇⬥
*In a quiet corner of the store, Keith looks over himself in the mirror. Sariel notices and joins him*
Sariel: Ah, a modest choice, Prince Keith. Were you to show Prince Yves, I am certain he would impart nothing but praise.
Keith: 🙂
Sariel: Modesty is, of course, cornerstone for a prince to emblem. Although, with our continent so rife with rowdy royals, one would not want to appear too humble, lest he be trampled by his more verbally-inclined peers.
Keith: 😐
Sariel: But too loud a statement piece would have a similar effect of disfavor among colleagues. One would not want to appear too brash in company of those whose opinions matter.
Keith: 😟
Sariel: Finding that sweet spot in the middle is crucial to deduce, and this is the moment to do it. Tell me, Prince Keith, is this the outfit you wish to present to the world in the next act?
Keith: Excuse me, I seem to have misplaced something in the dressing room.
*another bag of coins flies across the store*
Silvio: Make it loud, tailor!
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Multi-talented and Multi-purpose Luke ◆◇⬥
Luke: Hey, Yves! How about this? I keep the lid open just enough to stick a spoon in like this, and my pockets get to stay completely… Hey, you okay?
*Yves blushes in surprise*
Yves: Yes, yes! Why wouldn’t I be?
Luke: Well, you’ve been standing by the hair accessories for a long time now.
Yves: Because there’s no one else here. I need rest from evaluating all your outfits, obviously.
*Luke puts down the honey jar*
Luke: Hey, close your eyes for a bit.
Yves: What for?
Luke: Just trust me. Besides, you said you wanted to rest, right?
*5 minutes later*
Luke: Tada! Whaddya think?
Yves: How did you…?
Luke: My sister used to make me braid her hair all the time. I’d say I’m pretty good at it, eh?
*Yves blushes in joy*
Yves: Thank you. But how did you manage to keep it in place? You didn’t use any clips or anything.
Luke: Oh, that’s ‘cause I packed it tight with honey. It oughta keep its shape all week, plus it’s good for the scalp. Bonus!
*Yves blushes in rage*
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Life Lessons with Big Brother Jin ◆◇⬥
Jin: Hey, Chevalier. Come try this cloak on, it’ll help cover your…
*Chevalier quickly wipes his mouth and hides his hands behind his back*
Jin: …
Chevalier: …
Jin: Chev…
Chevalier: I was merely inspecting them for poisons.
Jin: Come on, big guy. We’ve been through this.
Chevalier: The showoff apprehended my toast. 
Jin: You can’t eat the roses.
Chevalier: …
Jin: …
Chevalier: The yellow ones taste best.
Jin: So you’ve told me.
*yet another bag of coins flies across the store*
Silvio: Bring me the juiciest rose you have! I know you’re keeping it from me!
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Gilbert’s Infinite Hyperspace ◆◇⬥
Gilbert: Are you sure the shopkeeper won’t mind you making alterations to his designs?
Clavis: That wonderful man doesn’t need to worry about a single hair on his rapidly balding head! I won’t be defiling his style because all the additions I’m making will be completely hidden from sight.
Gilbert: How like you to run your dirty work in the shadows. Such fun.
Clavis: I wouldn’t use that particular arrangement of words to describe it, per se. But considering Sariel has egregiously forbidden me from purchasing more than one belt today, I am forced to improvise my carry-on capabilities.
Gilbert: Ah, pockets! How very fun, indeed!
Clavis: Not just any pockets! Secret pockets! And just look at this enormous canvas I have to work with! Only… my hands were full on the way over here carrying Chevalier’s breakfast, so I wasn’t able to bring much of my usual tools to measure. I don’t like leaving the palace without at least a net or two on hand.
Gilbert: You can borrow mine!
*Gilbert produces a large fish net out of thin air*
Clavis: How fortunate, this will work nicely! I do wish I could have brought my trusty shovel with me, though. 
Gilbert: Regular or extra large?
*Gilbert produces two digging shovels out of thin air*
Clavis: Ah... R-regular is fine…
Gilbert: Anything else?
Clavis: You’ve been plenty helpful, I couldn’t impose—
Gilbert: No need to be shy. You still have plenty of space to work with, I see. 
Clavis: …
Gilbert: Try me.
Clavis: …Well, I do like to be armed with more than just my sword—
Gilbert: How about this?
*Gilbert produces a hatchet out of thin air*
Clavis: … Thank you.
Gilbert: What are friends for?
*Gilbert claps his hands, taps his cane twice, and pulls a tiny comb out of the heel of his boot. He combs Clavis’s hair out of his eyes and walks away smiling as the largest bag of coins yet flies across the store*
Silvio: Secret pockets! But don’t tell anyone where they are, you hear? Not even me!
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Doggy See, Doggy Do ◆◇⬥
Leon: Find anything you like, Rio?
Rio: Lots! But I’m just not sure she’d like them, too.
Leon: Why not show me what you got so far? I may not be Yves or Sariel, but I’ll bet I can point out a stinker in the mix.
Rio: Okay then. What do you think of this gilded vest?
Leon: Awesome! The color matches your eyes perfectly. That’s good… I think?
*Coin bag toss #1*
Silvio: Tailor! Look into my eyes and get me a jacket that matches them perfectly! No, not a vest! We said no vests!
Rio: Huh, that was weird. Anyway, what about this broach?
Leon: She’d love it! The looped design brings out the curves of your smile just right. That kind of attention to detail is probably really important.
*Coin bag toss #2*
Silvio: Tailor! Bring me your loopiest jewelry! The more hoops, the better!
Rio: Did you hear something? Ah, nevermind. Do you think I should go with one earring or two?
Leon: Hmm… Yves rocks the one earring look—
*Coin bag toss #3*
Silvio: Tailor! I want your gaudiest single earring in my palm right this second!
Leon: —but earrings are supposed to come in pairs, right? So maybe two would be fine. For symmetry, and all that.
*Coin bag toss #4*
Silvio: Make that two!
Leon: Sorry, I’m not too sure, to be honest.
*Rio knowingly smirks*
Rio: Your advice is great, Prince Leon. Tell me, what do you think of these snow boots?
Leon: Well, it’s not exactly winter. But they’re really a statement piece, and she might appreciate a good conversation starter.
*Coin bag toss #5*
Silvio: I need the furriest boots you’ve got in this place, pronto!
Rio: And this zebra-print cloak?
Leon: Chevalier looks good in tiger stripes. I guess that’s basically the same thing.
*Coin bag toss #6*
Silvio: Where do you keep the darn striped fabrics, old man?
Rio: Great! What’s your opinion on oversized hats?
Leon: Uhh… go big or go home?
*Coin bag toss #7*
Silvio: GO BIG OR GO HOME!!
Leon: Hey, Rio, do you hear an echo?
Rio: Nope. Just the sound of a nation’s GDP falling.
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I wanted to add a joke about their gloves, but this post is getting way out of hand, even without puns.
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lilybug-02 · 10 months ago
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Ahem-
i saw your "fursona pratice post" and i just had to draw this silly guy, I did it on my style, But hope you like! ^^
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I did his ears look like "Moth Fuffly Ears" cuz for some reason he look like one to me?? ( lol ) but also look like just Big and very fuffly fox ears.
And ofc - HE HAVE RAD SPIKY HAIRRR!! With a cool feather mane 👌, Lion Tail and Bull feets, with big wings <3!! ( Silly snoot Asriel reference 👀 )
I put blue eyes to him cuz- uh well, he looks cool, yeah thats the reason. 😶
And ofc i can't forget his Red cool Shirt! 🔥
( and his silly butterfly tongue lol )
I think thats all?? It was really cool to draw him btw, i think i did A redesing by accident XD
Ah... yeah, i did that too-
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Ok gonna sleep now, have a great day/night my Bread Friend!🚶
AHHHHH!!!! THis is AMaZing!!! eeee omg I love this so so much! This is such cool fan art! The spiky hair and big fluffy ears are perfection ✨🔥🌸🕊️ The amount of detail you put into this shows! >^< Thank you so much for the awesome art! 💜❤️💖💟
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lmanburgseulogy · 9 months ago
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hey i saw you going insane about the idea of lmanburg being a real county and adding realism to it inyour replies under a post. your lore book and cwikbur playing with toy soldiers and medical tenst and shit. do you mind sharing? 👀🎤🎤 no pressure
hey yes hi. thanks for the ask!!
this is mainly a collection of my fav headcannons about the war but I might reblog to expand or do different topics lol
- l’manburg had bunkers underground where they would hide out in groups. according to wilbur it was for the “element of surprise.” It was one of their best war strategies that helped them win. dream also thought there numbers were a lot smaller because of this, and got cocky. the final control room was one of the bunkers turned into a death trap by eret
- dream’s militia was around 2x greater than l’manburgs
-the war lasted around three years
-at night they had to turn off all the lights and be silent, so dream couldn’t drop tnt on them (ahem doomsday was really silly)
-Tommy hated the deathly silence at night, and Wilbur forced him to go on top of the walls if he wanted to talk to tubbo or himself. Dream couldn’t hear them from up there, but eret could.
- whenever they moved to a new battle ground, they set off a firework to begin the fight. l’manburg’s we’re blue and the smp’s were red
-l’manburg filtered their own water from the river
- dream found the source of the river and polluted it with poison potions, and it caused a giant health crisis.
- fundy led the troops who delivered potions to medical tents. (He begged Wilbur for a job, but he did pretty good at it most of the time)
-their communicators were designed by tubbo, but it was one of the first models so it cut out a lot. sometimes for weeks in a go, and it led to troops being misled a lot.
- they had to wear tall boots to avoid foot infections from the marshy land
-there’s different levels to the potions based on the severity of the injury/ attack, and they all have specific ways to be brewed.
-many people’s hair got burnt in the explosion of l’manburg, so in pogtopia everyone cut their hair to chin-length to protest for l’manburg. it was a symbol of how they suffered
And yes I have more if anyone’s curious!! Once again thanks for the ask I had a lot of fun with this!! :3
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pirateshippotato · 3 months ago
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Some thoughts/predictions for campaign 3
Also, somewhat obviously, spoilers under the cut
They’re setting this villain up kinda like the princesses are set up in the first episode of She-ra (2018 version). Everyone is training to fight them in these simulations where they’re super scary, but when they actually meet they’re not actually hostile.
I think The Infinights and the Grotethe Gang all had really good character dynamics, and I don’t know how the new characters are going to compare. There’s potential for good character interactions because the players are all really funny, and good friends, but some of the best interactions of past campaigns were between like Bart and Gum Gum, Kyborg and Mudd, Mathilde, and Barney, Chip and Ellga, and I can’t think of what’s going to compare in this new campaign.
I think Tolv mentioned something about looking for his family (either in the episode or in the second wind sneak peak, also why are blaine’s characters family’s always dead or missing?) so that seems like that’ll be his character arc. Maybe his family is being held like an Inku and Bart’s parents situation.
In the past Jon’s characters have been lacking in backstory, and as much as I would like that to change, I don’t see how Nattie is gonna have as fleshed out a backstory as Kyborg or Barney. I guess I could see her having like a mysterious, murdery, past, kinda like Chip, but I’m really not sure.
I don’t know how Gunther is gonna have a character arc, but I said that about Gum Gum and Barney and I love both their plots, so I trust Chris to have a good backstory, I just don’t know what that is gonna be.
And Dug. I actually like Dug way more than I expected, and as I feel with most of my favorite characters I want him to experience immense trauma, if he hasn’t already. That’s a bit dramatic, but I do hope Dug gets some sort of heart wrenching moment later down the line.
The Drill Sargeant seems like he’s gonna be the Dr. Ahem/Alchemist of this campaign. Not in personality, but he fills the roll of exposition character. Also he’s like sarge from red vs blue.
I’m realizing while typing all these thoughts I still have like 20 minutes left in the episode, so we’ll just hope I didn’t majorly contradict anything that happens at the end.
also I still haven’t finished grotethe but I already miss those characters
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sheikahwarriork · 7 months ago
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Dimileth fic, where they have to contend with Yandere Edelgard, perhaps?
i like this idea, especially with byleth being BE's professor 👀 also you didnt say WHO edelgard is yandere for..... so........ let's make both of them!
byleth saw dimitri in remire and felt in love with him right away; but the feeling was so strong for her (she wasn't used to) she chose the black eagles to avoid the strange feeling seeing the blue lions leader gave her. but still, she began to enjoy dimitri's company- their tea parties and trainings were her favourite part of the day. 
soon edelgard begins to notice something isnt right with her teacher and dimitri's relationship. [NOTE: this is an au where edelgard does remember her time with dimitri, due to me being a non-english first speaker with a localization that implies edelgard remembers dimitri and i prefer this >:D so el and dima chaotic siblings energy ahead]
edelgard notices her dear (step)brother is having funny feelings for her teacher- and she cannot allow him to have romantic feelings for anyone. after all, she is his BIG sister (let's all remember he's 6 month older than him!), so she must protect his innocence! and at the same time, her teacher is so naïve and unaware, she cannot let her fall into the arms of a pervert man such as dimitri!
so soon, everytime byleth invites dimitri to tea, the Boss Edelgard Theme starts.
Byleth: do you hear it too?
Dimitri, too distracted by the professor's smile: (the bells for our wedding?) no, what are you talking about?
Edelgard, ready to go full hegemon mood at seeing them together: <___<
The academy year keeps going on and the relationship between byleth and dimitri gets more ambiguous. edelgard can't keep but surprise them during their tea parties every time (byleth tried to host the tea parties in her room to keep edelgard away, with little success. everytime dimitri is red as a tomato- something byleth doesnt enjoy even a bit of course). soon, all the monastery starts to see edelgard as a third wheel to dimileth; but the only ones that don't realize are in fact dimitri (he keeps his feelings for the professor so well hidden no one will suspect of him- sylvain just likes to tease him, and the glarings from dedue are just a coincidence), byleth (she keeps her feelings for dimitri so well hidden no one will suspect of her- her father's teasing is just a coincidence), and edelgard (her feelings of jealousy for her teacher AND her little brother are so well hidden no one will suspect of her- hubert's warnings are exaggerated and dorothea is just trying to mess with her).
then, one day, the strangest thing happens. it's the day of the ball, and edelgard was expecting dimitri to ask byleth to dance (of course she was going to interfere- ahem to check proper distance between man and woman); but nope, claude of all people drags the professor on the dance floor. at first, edelgard is relieved, her teacher is going to be safe from dimitri's dirty mind, and at the same time her little brother (again, SIX month) won't lose his innocence. but soon she realizes something feels off. byleth doesnt seem to have much fun (she usually smiles more during the tea parties, edelgard notices), and dimitri is visibly nervous, he has broken 3 glass already, and is muttering something about a head and the gates of deirdru. and there, edelgard realizes. dimitri is the only one that can make her teacher smile so much, and byleth is the only one that can calm her little brother to his core. she smiles, and turns to dimitri: "have you heard about the legend of the goddess tower, bro?"
dimitri just broke the 4th glass. "i have. why?"
edelgard smiles mischievously. "as house leaders, we must assure no one break the rules and go to the goddess tower. it's forbidden, isn't it?"
dimitri is confused, and only nods.
"my feet are hurting, i need to sit down a bit. so you should go check nobody is there. and of course you should go with the professor, since you can't go all alone."
dimitri is blushing. "r-right. yes, the professor and i... should go immediately. to check nobody is breaking the rules, of course."
"of course."
byleth's dance with claude is over, and dimitri heads to her, but first, he turns to edelgard. "thank you, sis."
edelgard smiles. "it's fine, bro."
edelgard learnt to accept dimileth; but she still has an-almost heart-attack the day she sees byleth and dimitri holding hands. ("YOU'LL GET HER PREGNANT!! YOU CAN'T GET HER PREGNANT, YOU'RE BOTH TOO YOUNG!!! LET HER GO, DEE!!!!! AND HUBERT, YOU LET ME GO, I HAVE TO BEAT HIM AND BE SURE NO KIDS BEFORE THE WEDDING-")
the war doesnt happen, jeralt doesnt die, dimileth get married right after the academy year, edelgard plans the wedding and manages to stay calm thanks to dorothea, who started to kiss her everytime she was going into hegemon-mode, and everybody lives happily ever after :D
that was so random, but i had so much fun, thank you anon :'] idk if it was what you had in mind dear anon, but i hope you had fun, at least half of the fun i had writing this LMAO
also yes, edelthea propaganda at the end-
i love writing about el and dima chaotic siblings, and i can't be serious even for a sec so yes everything is going to be comedy/nosense about them :]
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ch3rr13zk1n · 1 year ago
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Hello! *pulls a dumbass idea out of my ass from last night*
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It was a bit of an excuse to draw my favorite character as a girlboss but uh basically uhhhhhhhhh
gosh even if its mostly a text post i don't wanna embarrass myself
Uhhhh
ill just paste an explanation of what shorts wars is just in case one silly goober that doesn't know shorts wars accidentally finds this post
Shorts wars is a arg made by a bunch of dudes that make shorts and was created because of the clone accounts ( get it?? ) that steal their content. Basically when it started there were different bunch of QR codes that popped up on their shorts and when our scanned them they took you to a video where a guy named The Boss in a unpleasant gradient says that if they don't quit making shorts and rotting people's brains then they will get replaced. While a few listened, The rest didn't. And the other stuff happened blah blah blah. Anyways i also gotta say one of the creators was a guy named Danno and uh he makes shorts (obviously i mean this is fucking shorts wars what do you expect??) and he has a mascot character named Riggy who is a blue rabbit with red shorts, green eyes and a very interesting kill count.
and Preston/Clone Riggy is a clone of Riggy (obviously)
anyways time to bring out the other explanation
Why the fuck are they a girl here
well uh when i thought more about what Preston wants and thinks it sorta gave me the vibes of "possibly transgender" idk why it got that way but i sorta stuck to it as a bit of a headcanon
like idk man he's stuck in a body that looks like the guy he despises cmon man (ALSO THE DAMN NAME CHANGE!!)
of course, I have to note for the sake of not getting canceled by a twitter user that i don't view trans people as evil people. It just happened to be that i sorta headcanoned Preston as transgender because it felt that way to me
though what the fuck do i even know about trans people I'm not even trans
Also theres some deep very complex lore revealed in season 2 go watch a Datchia short or smth
ok cool anyways here's an explanation of the au
Ahem
Prrston feels like he doesn't matter n betrays the boss, After that he becomes the new uh boss or smth of the company
Preston also self reflects and realizes "Wait fuck maybe i don't wanna be a dude" and transitions
Why this story in particular?
because history repeats itself
especially when there's a possibility that someone from that time influenced what happened..
thats it ig
RAAA
(If you don't like this post then don't bother to say anything about it. I was already sorta insecure about this post existifnf)
(seriously i know i pulled this AU out of my ass and it might not really fit but idc man its my thing and i made the au)
(Also you're allowed to have your own headcannons i don't mind as long as it doesn't hurt anyone :3)
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jflower278 · 4 months ago
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Trying to get through watching summer night without screaming about how hot phuwin is challenge FAILED
Glad the student body is waking up to how cute lune is but THEY SHOULDVE BEEN KNEW 😤
Back up now that is stars (and whites 🤭) man you snooze you lose 😴
The cake scene kisses were so cute AND SPICY WOAH and the cut away shot to the two cherry surely symbolizes.... yknow 😳
The scene where lunes dad gives him the talk and a condom gave me second hand embarrassment but was also so funny
In other news I loved that star and ivy finally got to talk about and move past the secret of ivy's crush on star and their friendship is still in tack I just wish ivy will get her happy love ending too (AND PLS BE A SAPPHIC LOVE STOP GIVING ME SCENES OF HER AND WHITE TOGETHER I DONT WANT THAT I WANT GL AND I LIKE WHITE AND IVYS DYNAMIC AS A SIBLINGS LIKE FRIENDSHIP MORE RAHHHHH)
Ahem anyways lookjun is an amazing actor she deserves more flowers I think this is her best role yet
I find it so crazy that cafe guy just gave up tans address to a stranger and why didn't jewel ask for his number not his address that would've been less weird like it's no wonder why tan snapped at him I would've said worst
But ofc tan gets endeared to him after learning he worked at the cafe just to see him (which would be cuter if again it wasnt low-key stalking lol)
But jewel goes for the kiss and I wonder if tan will kiss back 🤔
I feel bad for sera I almost want to ship all them of them together like I do with white 😔 but star is too insecure about lune and sera for that to ever work
Aaaa I'm scared next week seems like when white finds out about lunestar and the fall out begins </3
This show is so beautiful I'm in love with the red green yellow and blue color scheme that is just everywhere in this universe
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bonerzformaniacs · 1 year ago
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Yo YO ! what’s up everyone ?? I’m actually new here on tumblr, so I am completely clueless but hopefully can work it out :3
>> WIP << this is actually a redraw from the last time I drew these characters but I present Love (purple), Echo (blue), star (red) and Whole or Xanthos ! (Yellowish) they’re characters from an AU of mine ! Which is ahem,,, Cj HMS,, I’ve been hyperfixated on them for a while so why not ?? As obvious as it is Love works as the heart, Echo as the mind, Star as the soul and their one whole, i do have all their backstories kind of worked out !! To start with Echo and loves “incident” basically a terrible argument turning into physical fighting and love getting carried away strangling echo due to letting his emotions get the best of him and almost killing echo, for echo to stop love from killing him he grabs loves knife hanging from his belt and slashed his right eye blinding him . That gets love off guard and in pain, while screaming and crying he does get off backing up holding his eye trying to stop the blood and stinging since it was tears and blood mixing in that eye, making his vision blurry . Echo then catches his breath and holds onto loves knife causing it to the change the color >> I’ll explain that in another post ! << despite love now being blind in one eye, he does notice the knife changing color and immediately reacts not wanting echo to claim his weapons . He grabs the other knife from his belt, charging at echo and stabbing him right in the middle of his hand making him drop the knife and scream in AGONY ! love does twist the knife causing the wound to become bigger and damaging the nerves and veins for echos hand, >> which he can now barely use that hand, his right one too sadly his good one as well << and pulls out the knife quickly backing up before echo could do anything, but he didn’t since the adrenaline was causing echo to react very slowly but yet the pain was too much to bare . Both Love and Echo were in immense pain and had too much adrenaline to make any other moves, and eventually passing out from all the blood loss and such . Star does find them and help them out though, there are other incidents that happen throughout their life which is,,, interesting ! But I cant wait to explain it more deeply throughout my posts here, or even explain their characters more and how differently they work, I hope this explaining made sense if not ask me questions ! I’ll be sure to answer my best if anyone’s curious or just have silly questions <:] . But yeah that’s it for now, Also a bit excited go post my silly work here ! Hope this was something for you all especially with some little back information now ! Sooo RAGH !!
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