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Febuwhump Day 21 - Unresponsive

@kuroro-uwu Okay, I know I am LATE, but I did write it! I hope this suits your fancy!

Wordcount: 6,697

Rating: General

Summary: Minish Four and Fairy Hyrule go on a mini-expedition to seek out information. One minute, all is well, and the next- well, Four's not sure WHAT happened, but now he's got a passed out fairy on his hands and no clue what caused it.

(No warnings, this is all pure fluff)

They needed information.

It really was as simple as that. They’ve been trying to learn anything they can about what’s happening to the worlds around them, but hylians are so often ignorant and their group is anything but subtle, so getting it without causing a stir has become something of an issue for the traveling heroes.

It’s the weapons and armor, Legend tells them with a huff, and he’s not exactly wrong either.

People do tend to become more wary when they see soldiers around in the country.

He’d noticed it before, back when he hadn’t yet met the others. Carrying a sword put people on edge. An axe, a spear, or even a bow, out in the country, can be excused as a hunting tool or something to do with your trade. A sword though, a sword means that you are, undeniably, a fighter, and fighters don’t tend to go about armed unless there's danger around to be fought. So, correlation of swords to nearby danger makes people wary, and their group, all armed with swords, and many of them being intimidating looking persons, only further sets people ill at ease.

Getting concrete answers from people who are questioning your intentions all the while isn’t easy, and by now, their group has sort of given up. Or rather, almost all of the others have; Four still has an ace up his sleeve.

“I may have something I can try.” He states as the rest seem just about ready to give up for the day.

Eyes turn to fix on him, various expressions of discouragement, frustration, disbelief, and exhaustion coloring the different shades of blue. It’s Legend that speaks though. “If it involves pretending to be a child, keep me out of it.”

Twilight coughs into his fist, but his dark eyes sparkle. Simultaneously, Warriors rubs at his own brows, the captain following up their scholar’s words with his own. “What’s the idea, smithy? And please, do not say it requires-”

“It’s a me thing,” he assures them. “You guys being around actually won’t work.”

“No one is going off alone,” Time states, just at the same time as Warriors says: “What did we say about leaving the group behind?” Both men shoot glances at each other after, but then Four’s fixed with both stares, one tired and one firm, and neither wavering as he sighs.

“It involves magic, and it won’t work with a second person.”

Wild stares, pointed, but Twilight frowns. “S it what I think it is?”

Abruptly, he remembers that Twilight does, in fact, know, and has known about this as long as he’s known the truth about the wolf. They hadn’t talked about it since, and he’s not exactly employed the magic since then, but Twilight had seen it all the same. “Yeah,” he nods, ignoring the confused looks from the others, “that thing.”

“More secrets,” the captain sighs, “excellent.”

A few eyes turn to the soldier, annoyed, but they can’t blame him. Four can’t either. It’s been a bit rough dancing around the new things falling on their heads when their brothers deem it the time to drop new knowledge out of nowhere. Even if he did know about the wolf, there’s still knowledge he hadn’t had about that one.

“I’ll go with the smithy,” their rancher announces, turning to their leader.

Time’s brows raise. “You have similar magic?”

“Naw, but I can keep watch for him, an’ guard his back.”

“No going off alone,” Warriors repeats, again, this time from behind a hand that’s scrubbing at his brows. “How may times must I say it?”

But Twilight can’t come with, and neither can the others. No one else can because no one else can shrink down to the size of a minish!

If there’s anyone who will know what's going on across the kingdom at any given time, it’s always the little people. He knows they can give him answers even if no hylian will, but he’s not too eager to explain that. The other heroes might not even know about the minish, and if they do, the doubt on whether or not he should be able to see them still will linger or make them question his skill like they do with the sailor. Neither option is something he’s keen on.

“I’ll go with,” and he doesn’t expect the traveler to speak up, but the other lad does, stepping forwards with an awkward half smile. “I’m decent with magic, so maybe I can replicate whatever you’re planning to do.”

Given the choice between no answers and letting Hyrule in on it, he supposes the traveler is the better of the two options. The other lad is cheeky at times, but he’s capable, and trustworthy. Besides that, he’s kept so much secret about his own magic, to the point where they still have no clue about all of it. Surely, he can also keep Four’s secret as well, right?

“Fine,” he nods to their curly haired companion before turning to their leader, expectant.

Time sighs, glancing briefly at the captain, but then nods. “Be back at camp by dark.”

“Understood.”

The good thing about working with Hyrule is that he’s good at following directions, and he never asks unnecessary questions. It’s clear he’s thinking them, of course, but he doesn’t talk too much, and he doesn’t push things with Four, not ever. It’s a bit of a welcome change of pace after having the heroes all up each others’ tails about so many things.

They wander back through the village for a short while and into the inn and bar combo they’d been to with the rest. He knows the other two probably want to know what he hopes to achieve in here, even Twilight who knows his arsenal probably isn’t sure how it would be useful, but that’s not his main focus.

They can ask their questions later. Right now, we need that portal.

Where was it again, Vio?

Left corner, floor level. Looks like a mouse hole.

Well, it sort of is. Red snorts softly. It’s a minish hole.

Very funny. Blue deadpans back. If he had his own eyes, he’d be rolling them, but all of Four knows it wouldn’t be in any real ire. That’s just how their more abrasive aspect is.

Twilight and Hyrule are watching as he moves down to the corner. The rest of the folks within the inn don’t seem to even notice the trio, too busy with their own business. Those that do are carefully avoiding eye contact or even being caught staring, wary less they draw attention to themselves. It’s kind of sad, honestly, but Four doesn’t have time to dwell on it.

Ezlo’s spell plays across his lips with the ease of a thousand speakings, and in seconds he’s down to his other normal size.

Twilight grins down at him.

Hyrule gapes for a moment. “Is this what you were talking about?” He asks, as though it’s not rather painfully obvious. Before Four can answer though, the traveler’s face twists up into a grin, eyes sparking. “Alright, I- I can work with this.”

It’s his own turn to gape as the traveler himself mutters a few words, and in a brief cloud of magic, the young man is gone, replaced instead by the shimmering, hovering light of a fairy.

Four stares. Twilight does as well.

The ball of light laughs. “You said it yourself, we’re all sitting on something, smithy.”

“Ordonia’s kids,” the rancher murmurs softly, “’fore we know it everyone will out ‘emselves as a shifter of some sort.” Neither of the other two have any knowledge of how true that rings, but regardless, they don’t exactly have any grounds to deny it either, considering it seems to be true of their little trio at least.

Finally reclaiming control over speech, Four turns his face upwards to stare at his flying brother. Inside his head, Red is exclaiming in delight over the flight, Blue marveling at the wings, and Green ecstatic at the presence of a fellow shifter to match Four’s size, but outside his head, he has to focus. “This hole here should lead to a community of people more on the magical side.” he nods to the gap in the wall, starting a bit when the fairy’s light flickers and zips down to be level with him.

It’s definitely Hyrule, although the change from Hylian to fairy is more than just a shift in size. He’s not sure which set of eyes to focus on or how to react to other definitely not hylian features displayed beside familiar ones, but Vio somehow wrests enough control to keep his face straight and his jaw in place.

“It might take a bit, but the gossip vine is strong with these folks. They should have what we want to know.”

“Excellent,” Hyrule trills, voice more melodic, but pleasantly so. It has the smithy’s ears flicking forwards to catch it better, the warm fairy magic settling his own.

He glances up to Twilight, still normal sized and crouched in the corner, practically looming over them. “We’ll be back before dark. Just wait here, okay?”

A thumbs up is their answer, and the rancher stands, hailing a server in the barroom and claiming the table closest to their future exit as the two smaller heroes- and by now they are much smaller- pop through the hole in the wall to move along to their destination.

Minish passages are nothing new to Four, but Hyrule keeps gasping in surprise and delight as he looks about the lever and pulley systems between one part of the network and another. It has the smithy smiling to himself, and while it’s not his own work, he does take pride in the efforts of his little friends, and their skill, which he’s sure to share with the only other hylian (sort of hylian?) to get to see it firsthand.

“Inns like this are hotspots for minish too, just like people,” he explains to his wide-eyed companion. “They catch rides on wagons or in people’s bags sometimes, and, just like us, they need a place to stay when they tire.” He pads along carefully to the lift made from an old cup and some twine, climbing up into it and almost reaching out to offer a hand to the traveler, only to catch himself when he remembers the other has wings. “A big place like this is sure to house practically a city of minish, so it might take some time, but we’ll have lots of options when it comes to asking around for information.”

The traveler nods, gaze flicking to the little lever just inches from the smithy’s tiny paw. The signal is clear.

Four pushes the lever, and the lift starts its ascent, the fairy flying up behind him even as they watch another such lift lower, granting Hyrule his first sight of a real minish. The traveler’s catching breath and little gasp makes him smile, but he’s careful to warn the other the moment the other lift is out of sight. “Remember not to call anyone cute, okay? If anything, be prepared for them to call you that. They're not very used to fairies.”

“Understood,” the traveler’s voice is distant as he looks around, words almost an afterthought as he seemingly takes in the whole of the new world he’s discovering.

He won’t be much help, will he?

He’s here so we’re not alone, Green sighs, although there’s no lack of fondness in his tone, He doesn’t need to help us, just be here so Time and Warriors won’t get upset.

He won’t be able to understand the minish anyway, the more sedate aspect reminds the others, he’s never eaten a jabber nut.

Right.

Perhaps he should have remembered that earlier, but he wasn’t exactly planning on taking Hyrule this far along when he’d agreed to keep the traveler with him. If anything, he’d expected the other to wait with Twilight while he took care of the reconnaissance. Still, it should be alright, Hyrule seems content to stare about at the thrumming new world he’s witness too, and he lets Four take the lead as the smithy climbs out of the lift and starts towards the minish puttering about.

Greetings rise here and there and everywhere, although no one seems to recognize him. If anything, that proves they’re not in his era, so even the small things mean something (as a small thing himself, the thought makes him laugh). Still, he guides the way, Hyrule fluttering after him and attracting many a startled stare. In the long run, he thinks Hyrule’s presence works to his favor, because while a minish stopping by at an inn and wandering about a new place is hardly anything to look twice at, a minish with a fairy trailing after him garners much attention, and before they know it, a very elderly looking member of the community approaches. The staff in his paw marks him as an Elder, and while the traveler doesn’t know that, he still bows his head politely at the sight of long flowing whiskers.

“Greetings, strangers.” The elder smiles.

Four bows, politely. Hyrule cannot, not while flying, but he thinks the respectful bob of the head the traveler offered will be enough. Minish are polite, but they aren’t fussy about others needing to be so. Well, those who aren’t Ezlo. “Greetings, elder.”

“Greetings, elder.” Hyrule mimics, words a soft chime that echos off the interior of the inn’s walls.

The elder smiles again, thanking them for their kind welcome. “Forgive my asking, but what is it that brings two youngsters like yourselves here?”

“We seek knowledge of the world outside.” Four answers, because obviously Hyrule can’t. “We are travelers through time, and this era is new to us.”

“Ah.”

“We have hylian companions who need knowledge in order to travel safely, so we hoped to come here and inquire what there is to be known of the world outside.”

His explanation is met with some surprised twitching of noses and flicking of ears, little murmurs all around them, excitedly twitching tails flicking all sorts of colors from the many gathered minish peoples, but he pays them little mind, although Hyrule stares about in awe. The elder welcomes them though to speak to any they would like. “I have not been in the outside world for some time now, but we have many travelers, like yourselves. Please, ask all you would like. I hope we are of aid to you young heroes.”

It’s only when he’s watching the elder’s tail disappear into the crowd again that he realizes at all that they should not have been recognized as heroes. Then again, Minish Elder’s are proficient in magic most times, and maybe he’d sensed it. At any rate, the title seems to spark excitement among those gathered around the two heroes, and it’s no trouble at all to find who he should speak to. In fact, it’s more a matter of them trying to speak to him all at once!

Hyrule hovers at his shoulder as he asks questions and talks. Well, he does at first, but after a few minutes, the fae drifts away, looking around curiously, soft chiming voice echoing back to Four here and again from different parts of the space claimed by magic.

He’s able to learn there’s no hero known about in this era, and that the last one that anyone remembers was a little boy who was close to the fairies. Considering the fondness all his brothers have for all creatures magical, it’s not a very specifical descriptor, but it’s something at least. Maybe one of the others will be able to pinpoint who it is talking about, be it themselves or someone else they’ve heard of. He does learn though, that the world isn’t in the best of shapes. Dark magic is common, a side effect of Ganon’s power, despite the fact that the monster is sealed away.

That, he decides to ask about.

Most of the minish don’t have answers, saying they avoid it, saying they only heard it from someone else, but pressing them leads him on a bit of a goosechase all over the building, looking for this person who knows more and that one who does as well.

Like hylians, minish have many a trade, and a place like this is basically their equivalent to a trade city, even if the hylian town around it is rather small. Packed up in one building, but spread across rooms, attic spaces, the cellar, the larder, and even the bar itself, he finds himself hunting down leads and doing a few favors in order to get what he needs to know. He's halfway through delivering some mushrooms in exchange for more details on the dark magic that apparently lies around the world, when Hyrule’s soft glow returns to his side again.

“Four, I think we need to head back.”

He sighs. “I know, but I’ve got a lead.”

“We could come back tomorrow?”

A shake of the head as he adjusts his hold on the mushroom; it’s huge in comparison to himself. “No, apparently they’re leaving at dawn with the coach that stops here.”

Hyrule’s feet touch the ground, wings stilling. Honestly, he thought fairies flew everywhere, but he supposes that a shapeshifter might use various methods. “Four, we have to go back.”

“I’m this close to getting answers,” he drops his shroom to pinch two claws close together. “Just a bit longer, okay? Time will understand.”

He’s not sure what time it is, but the noise of patrons in the inn does carry slightly past the magic of the minish to sound in his ears. Inns and bars are always noisy, especially when combined, but while he’s not their old man, his inner clock isn’t bad either. They have time before sunset, and if they didn’t, he wouldn’t have risked trying this at all.

“Come on,” he urges. “Help me with this shroom. The sooner I deliver it, the sooner this guy will tell me what I need to know.”

Hyrule’s face is pinched, and briefly it registers that something isn’t quite right about it, but it’s hard to tell with changed features and maybe it’s just worry from the traveler. He dismisses it, promising both Hyrule and himself that they’ll only take a very little bit longer.

They deliver the shroom, but in true runabout fashion, the only knowledge he gets from the minish in question is a few wary words that had been heard from someone else entirely, and he’s sent darting across the inn again to try and find that other minish before they too decide to leave. It’s the frustrating thing about communities like this, rather than the ones he finds in the countryside. Minish who make their homes in the forest, the grass, or even up in the mountains and quarries, they all keep to their own space. Traveling minish, those in small towns and hylian communities, are often unpredictable from one day to the next, and there’s no telling when or where you’ll have a chance to see them.

Hyrule tries asking again, telling him that they really need to get going, but Four brushes him off. One or two minutes more. Just a bit. He’s almost done, he promises!

The traveler’s feet are dragging a bit as he follows the smith, and his wings have long since folded against his back. It’s clear he’s tired, and Four is too, but they’ve only got so many chances to learn what they need to know, and passing this up would be foolish. It would make this whole trip into the world of the minish utterly pointless!

Finally, though, he’s able to find someone who doesn’t send him on an errand, who doesn’t ask for anything he doesn’t already have and who is both willing and capable of answering his questions. Near immediately, Four dugs a notebook from his bag and starts asking. How strong is this dark magic? Has it affected any monsters? Have monsters been a prominent problem recently? Are they acting oddly? Does the magic have any effects on anything else?

The minish, who in an odd way reminds him of Time; a prominent scar running over one eye and with a shredded ear on the same side, answers his questions. The magic effects the water and the land, and monsters are more abundant now than they had been years ago. They get worse every year, and they are stronger than the elders say they used to be. None of it lines up with the supposed infection of the monsters in other eras, but Four is not ruling it out as a possible source or contributor. He keeps asking, getting more details, channeling his more pragmatic self, but also the tactful part. He needs to think of this as a traveler, a fighter, and a survivor. In a way, he tries asking what Legend or Warriors or Twilight might ask. What would Wild want to know? What would Time need answers too? He’s going to be the one passing on this information to them after all, so he needs to be ready for the inevitable questions they’re going to have.

He sort of forgets that Hyrule is still waiting for him. Really, the only reason he remembers at all is because his informant tells him that it’s getting late, and she can’t think anymore. “That should cover everything anyway, I hope it helps.”

He bows his head, still sitting, so he can’t offer a proper bow, even though he wants to. “Of course. Thank you so much for your help.”

She waves a farewell to him before heading off to wherever it is that she’s going to rest for the night. He’s seen beds around, but didn’t ask, and never does. Honestly, he should be heading back, because bed sounds fantastic right about now! He turns, stuffing his notebook back in his bag, only to stop short when he sees the traveler.

Hyrule looks like shit.

The fairy is slumped over, glow almost gone and while there’s no apparent injury, no sign of what on earth would cause him to look so, he looks a bit like death! The smith drops down beside his friend, catching the fae’s face in his hands and patting freckled cheeks cautiously. “Hyurle? Hey! Hey, I’m done. We can go back now.”

There’s no answer.

Despite knowing Hyrule was fine before, knowing the minish would never harm him, probably couldn’t without special magic, he still gives the other a once over. There are no visible injuries, nor blood. His eyes, when pried open with claws that struggle so hard not to slip, don’t show signs of being concussed. For all intents and purposes, Hyrule isn’t hurt, but his skin is pale, the fairy’s glow is absent, and he slumps almost lifelessly against the walls.

We need help. Green sighs, desperately trying to balance his thoughts.

Blue’s voice is low, straining. The elder?

Is he going to be okay?

Hush Red, and Blue, the elder can’t do anything for a fairy. Minish magic is too different.

Well, we could try at least!

Guys, please. No fighting. We need to focus on Hyrule.

Blue seethes, but doesn’t argue, something he’s been doing much better with as of late. Vio on the other hand, does continue his stance. We should take him back to Twilight. Maybe he can help.

But Twi doesn’t like magic!

But he is Time’s kid, and he loves fairies. Maybe he knows something about them that we don’t. Come on.

The logic of his logical facet wins over the rest of him, and for lack of a better course of action, the minish hero hefts his fairy brother up into his arms. Hyrule’s still bigger than him like this, but he’s also always been very light, and the smith is strong. Gathering his brother up onto his back, careful not to crush iridescent wings, he heads back for the lift.

Catching Twilight’s attention is hard, once they’re back out in the world of Hylians. His intent originally had been to shift back with a murmur, but he doesn't know how to trigger the change for Hyrule, and without a glow to aid him, he’s not sure how quickly he’d be able to find the traveler again after the shift to his normal size, which always leaves him just a bit disoriented. That, and if it turns out Hyrule needs help of the more hands-on sort, it’s more practical to stay on the same scale as the traveler in order to give it.

Luckily for him, and the traveler, he has lots of experience in trying to make himself heard, and while the sound of a screaming voice would definitely draw unwanted attention, there is a sound he knows will, without fail, catch the rancher’s attention without scaring other people. Four sucks in a breath, and with all the ability he’s got in him, he pushes it out in a sharp little ‘meow’.

Twilight’s ears prick up immediately, the rancher lowering the drink he was holding to scan the area around him, eyes glittering.

Four tries again, a soft ‘mew’ that takes every bit of breath he has but has bright blue eyes fixing on him in seconds.

Twilight chuffs, looking slightly disappointed, but also relieved. Well, until his eyes land on the traveler, and then the man is sliding from his chair to crouch, facing the wall and shielding the two small heroes from sight. “What happened?” he asks, offering a hand laid flat on the ground before them.

Typically speaking, Four does not care to be picked up, especially like this, but for the traveler’s sake, he allows it. Stepping onto the rough pads of the rancher’s fingers is a bit of a struggle with his hands supporting the fae slumped over his back, nd after failing twice he gives up. Instead, he turns and carefully lets his brother slip down into Twilight’s hand first, crawling after him once he’s got use of his hands again.

The rancher waits until they’re both stable, Four holding Hyrule with one hand and fisting a tiny fold of his glove with the other, before he stands again, carefully steady as he heads back to his table. “Is he okay?”

Four shakes his head. “I don’t know. He’s not injured, and I don’t think he’s concussed, but he just-” his gaze drops down to the freckled face cradled in his lap, “-I turned around and he wasn’t moving anymore.” Breathing, yes, softly and slowly, almost too slowly, but it was steady, and considering he doesn’t know how fairy bodies work, maybe that was how it was meant to be. He’s not sure, and he hates not knowing, but as long as Hyrule is still breathing, things will be okay. Goddesses, he hopes he’ll be okay!

Glancing up at the rancher, he sees furrowed brows and a harsh frown. It’s not angry, not fierce, but guilt plummets through him all the same as he watches it.

There’s silence for a spell, just blue eyes staring down at him as he sits in the rancher’s hand, Hyrule pulled into his lap, wings still behind him without so much as the slightest of twitches. The traveler’s breath is shallow but steady as it puffs against his collar. And then Twilight speaks. “Did he maybe touch something weird?”

He shakes his head. “I wasn’t watching him, but this Hyrule, not Wild.” Hyrule doesn’t touch unknown things, not without taking every precaution to ensure they’re not dangerous. Besides, minish don’t tend to keep anything dangerous around, and if they do, it’s well hidden and out of sight. Even lacking experience with other living beings, Hyrule isn’t the sort of person to go poking around other people’s possessions in plain sight. No, he’d wait until no one was around to see or stop him, and then he’d get into their stuff.

The rancher’s frown deepens, but then midnight blue eyes are falling on Four again, something almost apologetic in their depths. “Look. I don’t got a clue, smith, but we gotta get him help.” The unspoken rings in the air between them: ‘we need to talk to someone else who knows about this stuff, and that means telling them your secret’.

He sighs, nodding. “Time seems to know the most about fairies.”

The rancher’s head jerks in a sharp nod, rupees hitting the table as the man pays for his drink and then he’s whisking them out the door and back towards camp.

It feels like it takes forever for Twilight to return with Time.

Rather than announce their presence, and thus secrets, to the whole chain, he’d carefully settled the two tiny heroes on an old tree stump at Four’s instruction. Vaguely, he thinks it might be a minish portal, or close to one, but that’s something to worry about later. For now, he’s looking after Hyrule as best he can in a cave made from the rancher’s pelt, erected for their protection against any predators while the other fetches their leader under the premise of Hyrule and Four needing to talk with him. The rest will worry, and have questions, but they’ll (probably) respect the privacy of the other two, if only as long as they’re gone. Returning to camp will, no doubt, come with questions, but right now, helping Hyrule is what matters most. He’ll handle anything that comes after, as long as the traveler will be okay.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs into brown curls, not for the first time since Twilight left, “just hang in there, traveler, okay? Time will be here soon, and we’ll get you all fixed up.”

He dutifully ignores how dark hair darkens further in the fading light of twilight. How the hand that's fallen to brush his leg has claws at the fingers, that as the shadows grow longer, he could almost pretend he’s holding somebody else. No, he focuses on Hyrule and that it is, in fact, Hyrule he’s clutching ahold of under the fur, waiting for their leader to come to them.

Time’s puffing breath announces his presence, alongside heavy feet to match the easy lope of their rancher. The way that he heaves for breath, he really does sound like an old man, but when the fur is moved aside and Four can see their leader’s face, he rethinks that. Time looks worried, terribly worried, and the heavy breathing is probably from a slight panic rather than anything else. Hylia above, what did Twilight tell him?

“What happened?” Time demands, even as Four shivers slightly at the return of the breeze the fur had blocked off.

He sighs, tired, worried, and tired of being worried. “Hyrule collapsed. I don’t know why, but he’s not waking up no matter what I do.”

The blue arrow painted between their leader’s brows distorts as his face pinches up, the man dropping to a knee with surprising grace in order to be better level with the two shrunken heroes. “Is he injured?”

Twilight shakes his head. “Four already checked.”

A hand, slightly smaller than Twilight’s own, but somehow more callused, is extended towards them. Even that motion is more graceful from their old man than from the rancher, and Four is surprised by the lack of panic having it settle before him causes. “Let me look at him?”

It’s work to climb up again, shifting Hyrule with all the care he can before depositing him in the old man’s palm, but he does it. Time doesn’t say anything as the man pulls in their precious cargo a bit closer, staring down with his good eye and prodding gently at the fallen form of the traveler.

Behind him on the stump, Four feels Twilight settle, blocking off the breeze and providing a wall of warmth that assures nothing else will appear behind him. “Well?”

“Shh.” Time breathes, but it’s not harsh. His gaze is incredibly gentle in fact, and as he handles the tiny form in his hand something impossibly warm lights his blue eye beneath the worried furrow of his brows. They wait. It feels like forever, but they wait, and they don’t press until, at last, their leader lifts his eyes to them instead, relief coloring his expression. “Magical exhaustion.”

“No,” Four shakes his head. “I’ve seen Hyrule overuse his magic. He gets tired, but he doesn’t turn.... grey. And he doesn’t stop moving!”

“That’s when he’s a hylian,” one blue eye drops again, a sad little smile tugging at the mouth of the elder man. “As a fairy, it works differently.” The hand lowers, moving close to Four again, offering him the responsibility of taking back his unconscious brother while Time turns his attention to his bag. “Transformation magic takes a lot out of a fairy. For Hyrule, being a fairy would be the transformation, but if, for some reason, he’d been brought into a space where only tiny beings could exist, rather than changing back when his magic runs out,” the potion’s cork pops loudly in the night air, “he’d get stuck.”

“Stuck?” He and Twilight chorus together.

Time nods. “Yes. His magic knows he can’t change back inside a tiny space, but if it’s run out, then he can’t maintain his form normally either. Instead, he has to draw directly on his magical core, which strains him considerably. That’s why usually, when fairies are weak enough to need to pull on their core, they slip into a hibernation so that their magic can keep them alive at the least cost to their core.” As if sensing the inevitable question, the man adds, “drawing on a core for too long damages it.”

“So...” Twilight blinks, speaking for them both. “He’s in hibernation?”

“For now.”

“How do we fix it?” Blue takes the reins, and the others let him.

The old man raises the potion bottle in his hand. In the faded light, Four can’t make out the color (how appropriate) so he waits to hear it spoken. “A green potion ought to help restore his magic and stop him drawing on his core for survival.”

“Then he’ll change back?”

He sees their leader wince, and Twilight does too, shoulders tightening above him. “He will change back, right, old man?”

Time avoids their gazes, reaching for his bag again. “Not without doing it himself, but he should, yes.”

“Good.”

“We just have to wait until he wakes up.”

“And...how long will that take?”

A flinch. “Even with his magic restored, it’s unlikely he’ll come back immediately. He’ll need time.” If Legend were here, or Wild, one of them would point out that their leader is here now, so what else could be needed? But they’re not here, and neither Twilight nor Four speaks up in their place. Instead, Four stares as Time produces something else, settling it before him carefully, before lifting his hand away. With nothing blocking him, he’s able to see that the object set before him is a thimble, “I think you ought to help him with the potion, Four. At his current size, we’re more likely to harm than help.” Which isn’t true at all.

In reality, Time helps quite a bit as he pours out the potion (that they all claim is green) into the thimble, which is far more manageable for Four to lift. Situating the traveler against his front, he has to fumble a bit to get the rim to his brother’s mouth, but Time’s finger helps steady the traveler while he does so, stopping him sliding away from the smithy’s front or his head falling to either side. It’s awkward, when he actually stops to think about it, but they make it work.

After the first thimble, Time pours three more, which is honestly more than Four thinks he could hold in his own body at this size, but the old man assures that it’s basically liquid magic, and the traveler will need lots in order to wake again. “Four thimbles might not be enough, but we’ll see.” He tells them, once more taking the traveler in his own hold, hand cradling the limp form of the fairy with all the care he’d show a baby. More, maybe. Fairies are smaller than babies, so they are a bit more delicate.

“What now though?” He asks, watching.

Time’s gaze falls on him in answer. “Do you need help shifting back?”

“Should I?”

“If you can.”

“And if he needs more of the potion?”

“He won’t,” the hand holding his brother tilts slightly, although Time needs not lower it at all for Four to see the faint shimmer of green light that the fairy within is emitting. “I think that was enough. I’ll have him drink the bottle when he’s changed back, but you don’t need to help any further, smithy.”

He nods.

Finding a portal in the dark takes some help from Twilight, but once he has, and has shifted back, it’s a breath of fresh air. Returning to their leader’s side though, he finds the man now seated on their previous stump, gaze fixed on the tiny, unmoving, but also unwavering, glow in his hands.

“Is he waking up?” He asks, slipping from Wolfie’s back to stand at their leader’s side. At this size, Hyrule looks even tinier, and so much more breakable in Time’s big hand. He’s not moving though, still.

Time shakes his head though, as though the smithy can’t see for himself. “As I said, he’ll need a while to come around.” Blue lifts, and it’s strange to have their leader level with himself. “You boys should head back to camp. Dinner will be ready soon.”

“What about you?” Shadows slip free of the wolf, leaving the rancher standing in it’s place, brows furrowed and voice low.

Time’s gaze drops to his precious cargo, a tiny, almost tender smile touching his features. “I’ll wait for him. Tell the rest that Hyrule needed my time a bit longer, but we’ll be back when he’s ready.”

So, they do.

They head back to camp, joining the others for dinner just as Wild’s beginning to serve it. There are questions, and he still is yet to make his report, but doing so is a quick way to divert attention from their absent leader and wanderer. Later, Time will come back, a sleepy, but normal sized Hyrule curled in his arms, face buried against his chest as the traveler dozes, but for now, the camp muses over the information they were given. Any questions on how he’d gotten this knowledge are lost to worry about Hyrule’s absence, and any fear for Hyrule is lost to questions about the report Four gives.

When Time does come back, it’s only after Warriors has assigned shifts and most of them have at least pretended to go to bed. Their leader’s return has them all watching though, no longer pretending as their eyes, so many shades of blue, follow Time’s path through camp to his bedroll, to Hyrule’s settled beside it at Warriors behest. The man settles the traveler down carefully, but the hand caught in his tunic isn’t pulled free, instead tolerated as long hair is brushed back from freckled cheeks and their leader settles down beside the younger hero.

Even when his good eye slips shut, there’s something warm playing on Time’s face as Hyrule unconsciously nestles up against him once more, and a callused hand becomes lost in dark curls.

Twilight’s gaze meets his own, something like a smile in them as he shrugs, disrupting his blanket. Four just smiles back, shaking his head. Fairy boys, the unspoken thought flickers in both of their heads. It’s only when he lays down again though that he realizes that Time might even be who the minish meant when talking about the last hero.

Well, that would make sense. He’ll ask tomorrow though, right now, he has no interest in disturbing either of the two heroes.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #ketto writes #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #lu four #lu hyrule #lu twilight #lu time #fairy hyrule #minish four #fluffic

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jeanmoreausautismstickers · 5 months

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tsc spoilers to share the brainrot but just a few small moments for you that are just sitting in my head that I NEED to talk to someone about

- jeans promise to Kevin

- Jean hurting Jeremy during practice “Away, Jean. You’re hurting me.”

- “Now I am not safe with you, Captain” because jer asked about Riko

- jer calling Kevin and asking if Riko broke his hand

- just fucking RIKO oh man we knew he was bad but lordy lordy lord he’s a monster

What do you think of it? How do you feel about Jean? Or Jeremy?

I need you to know that all of things you've noted made me cry. okay anyway

tsc spoilers under the cut xx

Jean's promise to Kevin? I fucking threw up brother. like it just. that whole scene and all the complicated feelings has about Kevin (and Neil) but he's still not breaking Kevin's promise. he still makes promises with Neil. like just that small, almost childish hope in him. he doesn't hate Kevin nearly as much as he wants to say he does now that he's gone and I'm so obsessed with it

oh the "Away, Jean" scenes broke my heart because I have a feeling Nora might use Jeremy saying Jean hurt him in the future. be it Jeremy finally Losing It about something and snapping (unlikely) or Jean using it as an excuse as to why he shouldn't look at Jeremy (very likely). they both break my whole heart with this scene, but I loved watching (well reading) Jean grow as a player and as a person, and start to understand that he can change his little habits. it'll just take time and watching his coaches and captain give him the grace he needs for that learning curve has me nawing on the bars of my enclosure

on top of that, Jean telling Jeremy he didn't feel safe? gagged. the fact that Jeremy, despite KNOWING it was a bad choice, stepped away and respected Jean's (slightly self-destructive) boundaries? screaming and yelling and crying my eyes out. that scene hurt me in so many ways, but the biggest one is the fact that Jean knew Jeremy would respect him if he said it. I mean it was like a punch in the throat, but it created a lot of trust between them based on Jean's boundaries and I cannot be normal about it

I'm not gonna lie, I giggled a bit at Jeremy's absolute rudeness on that phone call. like it was definitely heartbreaking and I want to give Kevin a hug. and Jean. and Neil. but the gall to call someone and immediately ask for their traumatic backstory is crazy. anyway, that scene was sad but other than giggling a bit at Jeremy's word choices, it didn't evoke a ton of emotion in me? i already knew about Kevin's had from TFC-TKM so it didn't surprise me, but I did feel terrible for Jeremy and how he found out. he will be making GOOD use of his therapist in the future I just know it

I HATE RIKO. OH MY GOD. the whole book everytime I say his, or Grayson, or Zane's name I had to say a quick prayer for the murderous thoughts running through my head. I hate him I need to hurt him even though he's already dead

i loved this book so much. once the mental illness about it dies down and I can think of it without my heart crumbling I'm going to reread it. I loved all the characters (minus all of the Ravens of course) and I cannot wait for tsc2 to come out. I'm sooo excited and I hope we get a bit more on Jeremy's family and how he thinks he ruined it. it was such a beautiful book and it makes me so sick to my stomach (in a good way) and I love it like my firstborn

I loved loved loved Jean and Jeremy, both separately and together. the parallels of Jean's family giving him up as a child but Jeremy's family not letting him leave even though he's an adult? Nora is fucking insane and i love her for it. her brain is just so good. I hope they get more of Jean accepting he has a family with Cat and Laila and Jeremy. I hope he starts referring to the house they share as HIS house, instead of calling it Laila's. I know he already called it home but I need him to take personal possession of things other than his notebooks. he and Jeremy deserve the whole world and I trust Nora whole heartedly to give them that after she torments us first ♡♡♡

#tsc spoilers #jean moreau #riko moriyama #jeremy knox #grayson johnson #zane reacher #coach rhemman #neil josten #kevin day #the sunshine court #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #all for the game #aftg #tsc #nora sakavic

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lavishl0ve · 11 months

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Hi guys this is the standalone fic I’ve been working on that i had done a poll about earlier last week! it’s slightly longer but enjoy 💋🫶

! NSFW !

I linked the song below used in this story if you aren’t familiar with it.

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I plant my ruby red heels on the hard pavement outside the glowing bar ravenging with music, I emerge from the car, a cold breeze blowing past me. I turn the corner, my stiletto clicking against the stone, there he is leaning against the wall, cigarette in hand.

“Hey you,” He speaks, “been waitin’ on ya.”

I give him a small smile, “But I’m worth it right?” I tease as I bounce walking towards him.

He scoffs putting out his cigarette, “Ladies first.” He motions opening the front door.

“Such a gentleman- thank you Johnny.” I playfully imply.

He dips his head down, laughing. I walk in, the place filled with reds, greens, blue, purples, any color you name it’s probably there. The pungent stench of alcohol whiffs from the bar, to be expected. I feel Johnny place his hand on my right shoulder, excusing himself as he walks past me toward a booth in the corner. I followed him shortly. The seats are velvet, I feel myself melt into the cushions. I run my hands over them constantly (They're sooo soft). The waitress strides over notepad in hand.

“Hi guys, what can I get you tonight?”

“I’ll take a whiskey, neat.” He glances toward me.

I raise my elbows onto the round table supporting my face with my hands, “Anything sweet is fine.” I smile.

She nods and walks off, ponytail swaying.

“Whatcha’ been up to Darlin’?” Johnny asks, leaning back.

I fiddle with my fingers, “Not much, helping Daddy around the house, you know. The usual.”

He nods, “Father like me any better yet?”

My dad had never approved of Johnny, I stopped mentioning him although I know he knows I still meet with him, but I couldn’t say that.

I give him a small frown, “Sorry.”

“That’s all right, I’ll take you for myself if I need to.” He smirks.

I blush, all of Johnny's remarks are always so possessive, yet he’s never said anything about us. He knows there’s something there. I’m just waiting for him to make a move.

The waiter paces back, four drinks on an metal tray. She passes Johnny his, the smell smacks me in the face. I gag slightly. I’ve never liked alcohol, let alone the taste that coats your mouth. The lady passes me a red drink, it fizzes bubbles with a cherry on top. I thank her. Johnny watches me as he drinks the whiskey, he has no reaction. I’d be cringing, how the hell does he do it?

I take a sip from the curly straw in my drink, the bubbles pop in my mouth. It tastes like cherry cola. I take a moment.

“You ain’t drinkin’ it?” Johnny chimes.

“I will. Can’t drink too much at once.”

Johnny swallows the last of his whiskey, “Don’t cha’ tell me you’se a lightweight?” he teases.

I roll my eyes. I challenge him, chugging the glass. The fizz pools in the back of my throat. God that was a bad idea, yet I raised my eyebrow toward him proving that I wasn't a “lightweight” (although I totally am). Johnny chuckles as he calls the waiter for another round, then another, then another.

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Another. And another. I watch her continuously downing each drink. Damn she’s persistent but she ought’ to give up soon enough. 5th drink. 6th drink. 7th drink. I stop at the eighth. She’s a fuckin’ mess. I pull the drink away from her, she reaches back out for it completely missing the neck of the glass.

“Johnny…” She whines, “I can do it.”

“Naw sweetheart, you’se messed up enough.”

“Ugh.” She groans, “You ain’t no fun.”

“I guess so.” I chuckle at her.

Her eyes flutter from the flashes of the lights, she’s staring at me, maybe doubled. I ain’t never seen er’ like this, so giggly, so… intoxicated. She exclaims and suddenly rises from the booth walking towards the stage. I watch from afar as she whispers into the band's ear. Music starts playing. Johnny Guitar. She was toying with me. We can play this game. I laugh as I get comfortable for the show against the booth. She walks up towards the mic, taps it once then chuckles. Anticipating applause erupts from the booths around. I stay locked on her. She moves her hips to the light beat, her black dress sways like liquid. She holds onto the microphone pulling her red lips close, the beat plays, she speaks.

“Play the guitar… play it again, my Johnny~”

The words roll off her tongue like butter. Soft and pristine, I lean forward, eyes still locked, observing her. She continues, the crowd is silent, listening.

“I was always a fool~ for my Johhny.” She sings.

She maintains eye contact whilst singing, I nod slightly. The way my name flows off of her ignites something. Something bad. A small smile erupts, and she begins to step down the stage. One foot after another, She circles around the floor, stopping a table every now and then, dragging her fingers along them. Twirling, her voice is gentle. So gentle… like her.

“…if you’re cruel, you can be kind~”

No I can’t. Hunger brews deep in my stomach. Perfect, stupid prey walking straight into my trap. Stopping at my table, she leans in closer mere inches from my face. I fight the urge to devour her right here. She raises the microphone.

“There was never a man~ like my Johnny…” She closes.

I stare at her, earning her gaze in return until the audience begins applauding again. Her scent lingers within the tension of the air. The moment of the kill. But she pivots on her heel, turning and giving a slight bow. Her dress almost exposing her as she walks off toward the bathroom.

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We just stare at each other. His eyes grow dark, hungry like a wolf expecting something. My stomach curdles, oh god I feel sick, did I really just do that? Me on stage? Serenading Johnny. I run off. The music ringing in my ears fades, I spot the bathroom towards the secluded part of the bar. My savior. I need to collect myself. As I go to grip the handle someone grabs my wrist. The hand is smooth. That wasn’t Johnny's hand… I turn.

“Hey lady, you put on quite a show.”

The man had blonde hair, looked slightly older, a blue shirt..? Maybe purple…? It constantly changed shades or maybe that was just me.

“Uhm… thanks?” I question rubbing my pounding head.

“Say… wanna come with me?”

“Huh- what are you-?”

“Cmon’ I’ll make it worth your time.” he brushes my arm.

My vision fogged, “Johnny?” I called.

The man speaks but his voices echos out. He pulls me towards himself by my hips.

“..No.” I groan trying to push him away.

“Don’t play hard to get baby.” He pushes his face closer, he stenches of cheap beer.

I gag from the smell. My stomach turns again.

I make another effort, “…stop.” His grip is firm, his other hand moving up my leg.

Fuck. I don’t feel good. Alcohol overtakes my senses, I throw up on him.

I immediately sober up.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” He yells.

He grips my arms hard, I scream. Not like this. Please God. Smashing me against the wooden bathroom door, I fall to the ground, head ringing, Silhouettes fill my vision as I groan in pain. Pick yourself up Y/N.

“Johnny..?”

He stands there towering over that man who's now on the ground, his knuckles covered with blood. Not his blood. I peek around Johnny's broad frame, the man is painted red. His face a mix of crimsons, and flesh colored tones. If you can even call it a face anymore… I looked up at Johnny still spread on the floor, his breathing heavy. Fists clenched he turns and looks at me. Tears fill my eyes, none of this was supposed to happen tonight. He lifts his boot up.

“Johnny! No-“ I reach out.

His boot makes contact with the man’s skull. The thud echoes in my head. If he was breathing he wasn’t anymore. I begin to dissociate, eyes wide, tears streaming down my face. Johnny reaches for my hands helping me stand. My gaze lingers on the body.

He cups my face with his blood stained hand, “You alright Darlin’?”

I open my mouth, still focused on the man. No words escape, I can’t find a single letter at all. I just lean into him. His breathing becomes an anchor for mine.

I mumble against his chest, “I was so scared,”

Looking up at Johnny he now holds my face with both hands. He stares.

“I thought he was gonna-“

He cuts me off, “Ain’t nothing’ to be afraid of anymore.”

I nod lightly. He brushes his thumb over my cheek, I see the blood transfer.

“Go clean yourself up. I’ll drive ya home.”

I nod again, “Okay…”

I push the door open to the bathroom looking back once at Johnny. I’d never seen this side of him. But he protected me right..? Maybe he went too far? My mind is in shambles. Leaning over the sink I look up. Mascara runs down my face, the blood stains my pink cheeks. I run paper towels under the faucet, wiping up my mess. Not as good as when I first came in but it’s okay. I take a deep breath and walk out. The body is gone. That only means two things. I don’t want to think about it. I look into the bar, no sign of that man. It’s too much, I can feel the panic surging once more. I exit from the back door. Johnny stands against the brick wall, another cigarette in hand. I look towards him.

“Ready?”

He’s so nonchalant about the whole situation. Was he used to this? I nod. A few moments pass. His eyebrows furrow, spitting out his cig he walks toward me trapping me between the wall and his body.

“You aw’fully quiet.” he drags.

I swallow, “Did you…kill him?”

Did I want to know the answer? Probably not. Maybe I already knew. He starts shaking his head dismissing the thought, then leans closer.

“You gon’ keep quiet? Or do I have to make you?”

My eyes widen at his threat while he trails his gloved hand along my jaw. His other hand starts trailing up my hip.

“Hm?” He growls.

I stare at him once more, his eyes brew, locked onto me like a wolf who had found his dinner. My stomach flips. Cold metal makes contact with my chin, I look down. A skinning knife is wedged in his hand. He trails the blade down stopping at my jugular. He presses slightly. He tilts his head looking for a response. My mouth dries. He presses again, breaking a light layer of skin, collecting the small drops of blood on the tip of his knife. His eyes rip me open as he licks the blood off slowly. He breathes in deep.

“Johnny-“ I gasp.

“Shhh~.” He shushes me, shoving two fingers into my mouth.

Iron invades my taste, throwing my mind into a spiral.

He drags his lips to my ear, “You gon’ be silent for me.

“Right sweetheart?”

I bite down slightly on his leather gloves nodding my head in fear.

“Good girl.”

He then moves down towards my neck where he had made the incision. My breath shakes as he begins sucking each ounce left like a starving vampire. Small cries escape my mouth.

He stops, lips hovering over the cut, ”I thought chu’ was gon’ stay quiet for me.”

His breath is hot.

“Yes- Johnny.” I take a deep breath, “Yes.”

He gazes at me as his hands trail up higher inside thighs, eventually making their way to my panties. He strokes me once then again. I cover my mouth to prevent sound from escaping. He lets out a small chuckle. He removes his gloves with his teeth, meeting them back downwards on me. He slips two fingers through the light fabric of my underwear and works his way into me, coating his fingers along the way. His digits move faster, I clench my mouth harder as my knees weaken slightly. Johnny presses his body against me harder to support me. The bulge in his pants grows harder. I stare at him, almost pleading. Nothing is in his gaze, just darkness. He pulls his fingers out, licking the juices coated on them, almost savoring them. I breathe deep again. He brings his knife towards the V-neck of my dress, cutting downwards in one smooth swipe, exposing my bra. He shortly after slides the knife under the band. Another swipe. Johnnys drags the blade along my chest, teasing, or threatening…? Then, another incision under my collarbone, yet this one he digs in harder, dragging the blade along slowly. My eyes start watering. He looks at me expectantly, thinking I'll make noise. Blood runs down my chest. He looks for a moment longer, a small smirk appearing before he goes back down to the incision, running his rough tongue along the dripping liquid, meeting his way to my nipple. He inserts his fingers back into me, working faster, sucking, bleeding me dry. I press my hand farther into my face, I grip Johnny's hair with my left. Soft sobs muffle into my mouth, he doesn’t say anything.

Johnny emerges from the incision, “I love watchin’ you bleed.”

Mouth stained with blood, his eyes glistened with an insatiable hunger. An intense gaze that seemed to pierce through the shadows, seeking sustenance and desire as he unbuckled his belt. He slowly removes my hand,

“…Johnny.” I exasperate.

“You gon’ be so good for me Darlin’.”

“Just chu’ wait.”

He rips a piece off of my dress, gagging me with it. He suddenly grips my hips, turning me the opposite way, I shriek as my breasts make contact with the frigid brick wall. I arch my body back avoiding any contact, Johnny then thrusts into me banging me back into the wall. I moan in pain, gripping the loosening bricks, stabilizing myself. My nails dig into the hard material, yet deep enough to make a mark. Johnny's continuous thrusts throw me against the wall as I press back into him hoping for some type of warmth. He’s deep, consistent, picking up his pace every few minutes. Stretching me out I can’t help but cry out for each pound he takes into me, every single one digging deeper and deeper until I feel like I'll split open. He tugs my head back by the knot of the gag he’d tied. I try locking eyes with him, my vision teary.

“You feel fuckin’ perfect around me.’” He growls.

His lips meet back at my neck, My screams muffled as he digs his canines inwards. Biting down as he thrusts, my skin rips at the resistance, blood seeps and Johnny relishes in it. My vision fogs, the pain gnaws at the edges of my being. A symphony of agony, discordant and unyielding, mixing with the cascading of warmth that courses through my senses. Blissful serenity sends my eyes backward. Darkness fogs my vision, my knees fall, the only thing keeping me standing is Johnny's hard body. He uses his right arm to grip my waist, the warm touch invading my nerves. I throw myself back into him wishing for more. I gush out as his pace begins to slow, he exits, parting ways with our bodies. I drop to the ground, breathing heavy, eyes dimming Johnny leans over me.

“You lost quite a lotta’ blood sweetheart.” he chuckles.

I groan lightly, reaching out towards his fading figure. Then everything goes dark.

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Johnny's arms wrap around your hips, carrying you toward his truck over his shoulder. Placing you in the passenger’s seat, he ties together your hands and legs with rope.

“Had a whole lotta fun with you.” he mocks, “Too bad you’se too pretty to go to waste Darlin’.”

He lights another cigarette before stepping into the driver's side, taking the same dirt path back toward the ranch.

Welcome Home.

#johnny slaughter #johnny tcm #tcm #tcm game #johnny sawyer #johnny sawyer x reader #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny x reader

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lilbrainbigheartz · 7 months

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Karma Akabane x reader (dunnothenameyet)

Chapter 2

Today we had in 5th period P.E.

Karasuma-sensei announced that he will take over the P.E lessons.

Seriously, I am glad that an actual HUMAN being will be our P.E teacher.

How should we keep up with a creature who has a speed of Mach 20.

After class, we were about to walk back to the 3-E building and Sugino whines:" A quiz in 6th period, eh?"

Nagisa agreed: "Shame we didn't get to home after all"

Rio and I were also walking back with the class. Rio: "naw we have now a math quiz"

Sometimes I just want rip my math book apart. What are these formulas?!

"I will just tell Karasuma sensei or Korosensei that I'm on my period and want to go home. Who do they think they are?! MATH QUIZ AFTER P.E?!" ,I complain.

In that moment we see a figure standing on the top of the stairs outside.

Nagisa says surprised: "Karma-kun...you're back?"

I raise an eyebrow and said to Rio: "How come I just mentioned my period and a guy with redhair shows up?"

Rio snorts and laughs at my comment.

The redhead in the meantime has a little smile and raises his eyebrows with curiousity: "Oh? So this is the infamous Korosensei? He really *does* look like an octopus"

The rest of the class observed Karma and Korosensei.

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Korosensei: "You're Akabane Karma-kun right? I'd hear your suspension was up today. But that's no excuse to be late on your first day back."

Akabane stretched out his hand for a handshake: "It's nice to meet you, Sensei"

In the moment when Korosensei touched Akabane's hand, his tentacle got destroyed and as Akabane was trying to attack him with the Anti-Sensei knife but Korosensei dodged easily and fast.

The class was stunned since Karma was now the first one to damage Korosensei.

Nagisa told Kayano that Akabane and him were in the same class for the first and second year but he got suspended due to his violent tendencies. The periodhead- I mean Akabane kind of looked like that type of guy.

Nagisa continued explaining: "When it comes to deadly weapons and foul play Karma got us all beat" Yeah yeah don't exaggerate he is only 14/15 years old. Overrated.

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During the math quiz... yeah I know I said I wanted to leave but then I remembered that Korosensei would probably bring some random medicine from other countries to make my "cramps" heal.

So now here I am sitting at my desk and writing that quiz... Honestly I am just freestyling ,the fuck. Math is annoying enough but do you all know what was more annoying?! Korosensei punching with his tentacles the wall and made some squishing sounds.

I hit with my hand my desk and raised my voice: "HEY WE ARE WRITING YOUR QUIZ HERE?! Stop the squishing!"

The class deadpan at my outburst and Korosensei flinches a little sweating "P-Pardon me!"

In the meantime Terasaka and his friends were teasing Akabane because him being the reason that Korosensei is mad. Korosensei then turned around even if his face looks the same you could sense that he is pretty pissed off right now. "You there! No noise during a test!" He sees now Karma eating Gelato or let's say...Korosensei's Gelato.

Korosensei: "Hey! I even flied a colder stratosphere to keep it from melting!" I saw many classmates roll their eyes and I just sighed quietly to myself aboit this whole fiasco. That redhead still has the audacity to be a pain in the ass when today was his first day back.

#karma akabane x reader #akabane karma x reader #karma akabane #rio nakamura #nagisa shiota #irina jelavić #tadaomi karasuma #koro sensei #Assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #Yn #Karma x yn

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bigmack2go · 5 months

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Newsies as things my family an i have saidpart two bc the other one got too long

Jack (too his newborn): naw look at you, you’re just an idiot! you can’t even do anything yet!

Baby (2 months old): *knocks something over*

Spot: you fucking idiot, why would you??

Albert (to baby): naw look at you you’re just so stupid!

Jack: can you stop calling my child stupid please?

Albert: no.

Albert: wait a minute you called him an idiot before too!

Jack: yes but he’s one year old now, he might understand you!

(In addition to that🔼 one:)

Elmer: well you called our cat fat

Jack: that’s because he actually is!

Elmer *deadpan*: well have you ever considered your son actually is stupid?

Race: listen kid

Jacks baby:

Race: it’s okay to be dumb.

Race: youre just one year old. You can’t help it.

Race: and even if you were older,

Race: that would be alright

Race: some people are just idiots

Race: and that’s okay!

Jacks baby:

Race: Alberts an idiot. And we still love him.

Race: IM an idiot

Race: and look how far i came

Race:…

Race: actually don’t look how far i came

Race: im a bad example

Jacks baby:

Race: look

Race: AHA York is an idiot

Race: and look how far he came

Race: youre gonna do wonderful

Jacks baby:🧍‍♂️

Albert: *screams back the same way the baby screams at him*

One year old: drops food

Mush: can you- EXCUSE YOU?!

Race and albert: *playing store with jacks kid*

Race: sir i‘m not sure you’re gonna pass probationary period like this. You need to stop eating the microphone.

Albert: the little Racer Higgins would like his parents to get him from the play isle

Albert: woah, i‘m a payin‘ customer np need tl scream at me

Race: Mr Kelly what did we say about takin products from customers

Albert: *whispering coworkers gossip to the kid as Racer comes in* OH HI BOSS we were just uh—

Albert: Sir, you need to pay for that! SIR! STOP THE THIEF!

One year old: babbling jsusiwhwvdkvkvbbsjsublemblemblemblemblem

Ike: same dude

Ike: i totally agree

Ike: wait really?!

Ike: *gasp* and what did you say to her???

Ike: some people just need to shut up!

Ike: no you did the right thing!

Jack: y‘know if it weren’t for the circumstances, Adolf would be a pretty neat name

Davey: WE ARE NOT NAMING OUR KID ADOLF

Race(fighting his nephews teacher): You can’t teach them that, they’ll think they’re stupid!

Race: I tried those. And I didn’t get them. How are they supposed to get it right?

Races Nephew(a first grader): uncle race I didn’t even try those yet-

Albert: why is he allowed to suck titties and i aint?

Albert: *points at baby*

(Race: because you’re gay and the kid‘s two

(Albert: how would you know that the kid is too??))

Albert: *whispers to four year old* just you wait you little— OH HI DAVEY

Albert: so when he’s missing the obvious, it’s cute but when i am it makes me an idiot?

Davey: al—

Albert: NO!

Albert: we need to normalise adults being idiots

Albert:

Davey:

Albert: actually scratch that

Albert: we need to accept that babys are idiots.

Spot: SMART „FOR HIS AGE“ And „SMART“ ARE NOT THE SAME THING

(Albert: THANK YOU)

Mush: Jack, your two year old daughter can tie better loops than your five year old son

Mush: i think she might be gifted…

Jack *LOUD*: HA

Mush: huh?

Jack: sorry im just relieved. I thought you were gonna say that he’s not

Davey to his crying 5 months old baby: ugh you’re SO melodramatic

Baby: crying

Davey: did he just fall on his face?

Davey: *sees that jack is holding the kid*

Davey: JACK WHAT DID YOU DO

Jack: HOW IS IT MY FAULT THE IDIOT IS TOO DUMB TO WALK???

#yes these are all just people calling my nephew an idiot #which happens a little too often #and also my cusin #newsies #kosa newsies strike #edit later tag #my posts #newsies incorrect quotes

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thisispoggers · 3 months

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To be fair the comics has always been way more vioent/emotional heavy than its animation counterpart for YEARS, galaxy s1 comic featured fang's backstory where his parents dies, movie 2 comic's version of the elements disappearing is just brutal (Retak'ka just grabs solar's face and the poor boi is crying); it also featured boi being more sad and coming to terms with leaving the others behind.

The comics has always been somewhat known as for teens and up. Sadly for season 2 its whole premise was given to the comic creators and not the usualy animation writers, this of course leads to a lot of changes between both (especially since there was no plan for an animated season 2 so the comic writers were allowed to go wild for it)

In full retrospect, if the animation was created before the comic version not many complaints would've been given to it (at least not as much as right now)

NAW BUT FR THO (excuse my babble below the cut lol)

My lil boyo getting that plot stick beating whenever he’s on paper lmao and honestly good on the comic writers to go ham on it cuz damn my boy went through the wringer (good lord the 2nd Movie comic bruh)

Also I have since detached comic from its animation not only for BBB but for really all types of fandom I’m in (think OPM as an example cuz One literally just lets Murata do whatever lol)

Cuz animating something from a comic, that you know is gonna be streamed on TV in a literal worldwide network, is hella tricky cuz the comic deals with heavy stuff so tryna adapt that to animation and also work out how y’all are gonna sneak this pass through network is gonna be a bit of a b so whatever “true to comic” animation scene we get im happy for it (not gonna jinx on EP 4 so imma just say that I’m curious how they’re gonna do it lmao) (also I hope they patch out plot holes in case that happens and also make Kuputeri a badass again PLS MONSTA PLS) (still big mad that our queen didn’t get to beat someone up)

Also on the thing bout if the animation is released before the comic? Honestly yeah that’s so true cuz if I were to watch the animated series, I’d be vv entertained and liking how it’s going ya kno?

My lil boy may be getting a beat down at every turn but hey atleast he still got that lil kiddy sparkle within him that lets him have fun even during a really bad situation

Bruh imagine if it actually goes that route like saying “wow the animated series is rather heavy I wonder how’s the comic doing” and then the comics get out and everyone just says a resounding “oh no” when Oboi starts farming trauma points against his will

Anyways am I kinda miffed bout the animated series? Nah not that much it’s doing fine rn (they have since won me over by providing BoEl content like they don’t need to give us RiSol and TTM moments but they did and hallelujah for that)

Is it going great? Mmmmm it’s really too early to say cuz we are only 3 episodes in also I forgot how many episodes it’s supposed to be but judging from how’s it running I think around 10 or over that so they still got some time

#anyways babble over I’m still mad that Kuputeri got damseled during that scene #CUZ WE BEEN KNEW THAT OUR QUEEN COULD FIGHT AND WIN✊#boboiboy #boboiboy galaxy #ask response #Pog talks #if they try to fit all of Windara into 6 episodes like Sori then bruh the huge plot holes that’s gonna make #I’m literally just babbling cnksncnd

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Part 16

Warnings: Teen Suggestions

School starts back after New Years like clockwork. Campus is a mix of Valentine’s Day and countdown to Prom at Benedict. MJ is with Peter as she strides over to meet Riri. “Ooooh girl you look good! Loving the cropped hoodie! How was the rest of the break?” Riri turns to face MJ and responds to everything thrown her way. “Thank you friend, you look good too. The cropped hoodies came from Mami. She said they are me but they elevate my look. The rest of the break was good. I got to stay at Shuri’s place from Christmas until today.”

MJ shakes her head. “Mmmm y’all nasty. I hope you kept it PG.” Blushing hard, Riri rolls her eyes to play off her expression. After the night before Christmas Eve the girls did their best to stop “making out” to try and take pressure off. But one thing led to another and it failed horribly. Rohan ended up interrupting them the one time Shuri was going to go for it. “Nothing has happened past some very hard to hide hickeys.”

MJ laughs and Riri is not as amused. “Awww. Girlfriend keeps saying no huh?” Peter senses it’s time to leave the conversation so he excused himself. “She keeps overthinking it and I feel like an animal anytime she’s near me. This is the one thing she needs me to be patient with her on so I’m trying.”

MJ holds back this time trying to empathize. “Friend, you just need to stop thinking. There is too much anticipation; you have to let it happen.” Riri huffs as they walk to class. Shuri is preparing for the first game of the season so she will only be able to be in classes today. All her free time will be at the gym or with the trainer. “M this test of my control. I am going to respect it but it is hard.” MJ hugs her. “You better keep taking cold showers.”

Riri gets to Chemistry and has a seat at her lab bench. Dr Stevens comes into class with a happy expression. “Good Morning! Exams for the last chapter exceeded expectations. I’m proud. With the basketball team out today we will randomize lab partners.” People get up and move around the room quickly finding a new match for the class work. A DeShawn Dalton sits down next to Riri and he is quiet but it works for Ri. She is flying through the Organic Chemistry problem set with DeShawn just looming. Unbeknownst to her, this is Xavier’s cousin.

He is brooding and hard to read. His energy is calculated and there is no telling what he is feeling. Xavier was expelled after his several fake accounts were uncovered including the Elena page. Many people went down with him because he snitched. DeShawn is staring at Riri making her uncomfortable at best, ready to run at worst. The only gaze she can stand for this long is Shuri’s.

“Is everything ok? What are you looking at?” Riri speaks as her head is down, focused on the work. With a somewhat sinister grin DeShawn quips. “Naw shorty nothing is wrong. I’m just trying to understand how you are for the girls? I know ole girl not handling you right.” Riri’s defenses are up. “I’m taken care of.” Shawn is quiet now but he shakes his head. Class ends and Riri rushes off.

What was that? It’s Friday and she refuses to be bothered anymore. Her sex life would have never been a thing had she stayed shy so why let it bother her now. But the thought that someone can see she’s inexperienced is crazy. Or so her mind tells her. She needs to see Shuri even if it’s just on the court. She heads to catch the lunchtime pick up game.

Al and Shuri are talking on their way to the tunnel “Shuri! Yo that Christmas party at your girl’s house was nice that food was on point. Thanks for the invite.” Shuri daps up Al. “It was my honor. They told me to invite a friend and all I got is you for real.” “Listen to you being sentimental. But no, I bet Ri rewarded you for that gift you gave her. Plus y’all been playing house.” Al smirks with a side eye. Shuri drops her head. Al is confused. “Al that girl is my heart, it's not even like that.” “It’s not like what? Don’t tell she’s still making you wait on it. Are you out here taking cold showers?” “Truthfully, it’s not her, it's me A. I've got this dumbass mental block since Elena.”

Allison hears her out. “Time out, what do you mean a mental block? I hope you are not thinking of Elena with Riri.” “Woah woah never thinking of Elena. I just hold back because when I was with Elena I hurt her. I didn’t know what I was doing and it caused an issue down there for her. That was an embarrassing conversation to have with her Dad.”

Al shakes her head. “So ever since you've been keeping it PG?” “Well pretty much, the hook ups I had after E have been random so I didn’t entertain the idea. I have studied some things to do and how to be safe. But no practice.” “You would never hurt anyone on purpose Bro. I think that may need to be what you think about.”

“Al when did you get wise? That actually helps.” “Sometimes talking about the actual problem does help. I know you so I know you never told Ri.” Shuri tucks in her shirt to her shorts exiting to the court. “No but I did say I was nervous, so half truth.” They run out on the court and Shuri sees Riri in the sideline seats. She runs over for a small peck on the lips before she starts the game.

Riri was instantly at ease with the day. They cut the game short so they can stay fresh for tonight. Riri walks with Shuri back to the Main for a little quality time before the end of the day. They walk with their fingers laced holding hands and all the players are saying what’s up to Riri. Al is excited to see her.

“Yooooo what’s up Sis? Missing ya Daddy?” Al laughs, referencing Shuri’s phone contact “I’m glad to see you today finally.” “Thanks Al and yes I missed her ass. Tonight is taking forever.” “Yes I can’t wait either, the home opener is always the sign of good luck if we win. Or bad if we lose but you know.” Riri laughs. “It’s going to be a win, just say that.”

It is the night of finally and Shuri is pacing the floor of her walk-in closet trying to find her tunnel fit. Riri’s voice is on the speaker phone as she is cooking Shuri’s fav Friday night meal. They went home after school to get ready and she will stay the night at Riri’s tonight. “Baby just wear something comfy you have the new Nike Tech.” “No Baby I have the new Adidas contract. My branded stuff will be here next week. Plus we will be on tv for this opener, it’s local but still. So I want to look good.” Riri giggles and Shuri is in her picky mode. It only comes out when she is either tired or stressed. Shuri then walks past the suit. That’s it! The perfect tunnel fit tailored suit, some fly kicks, her gold chain and grill. “Baby I found it!” “Oooh let me see.” Shuri FaceTimes Riri with her sports bra and bottoms on but low in her hips.

“Baby I didn’t mean…” Riri gets distracted. “I know you didn’t but I’m yours so you can do as you please.” The double meaning in that made Riri’s heart race. “Trust I will have to see about that later.” Riri bites her bottom lip and allows the show of getting dressed to continue. Shuri decided that she has to think like the Panther when it comes to this topic. So she will from now on.

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @shuriristan22 @shuriris-stuff @neptoons1998 @dominiquesheart

#shuri x riri #shuriri #fanfic #fanfiction #riri x shuri #riri williams #shuri udaku #Spotify

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arlh0e · 3 months

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So I write music right?

Tell me why someone snitched on me about writing a song about the girl who literally snatched my ex out from under my nose a few years ago.

And furthermore, tell me why shes mad that Im “still talking shit” and “still not over it”

Like excuse me but the last time I checked, the person whose getting married as a product of the situation probably doesn’t have any right to talk about how the person who spent 2 years afraid to talk to or place their trust in anyone as a product of the situation handles their emotions concerning said situation.

And not to mention the fact that I do not post my music publicly. I do not perform my music publicly. I quite literally cannot be talking shit if the only people who know about the song in question are people who were around when I was writing it (over a year ago)

And it kinda makes me wanna start going to open mics and actually performing it just out of spite.

Shit, Im about ready to rename it and start posting me performing it.

I was being nice, but if she wants to accuse me of talking shit I’m gonna start talking shit.

Like naw, fuck you I’ll rename that shit and title it “untitled (fuck off Elizabeth)” idc. You wanna see talking shit, I’ll talk shit I am not above it.

All jokes aside though, if anyone ever writes a borderline emotionally devastating song about a situation that you put them through and you find out about it, please for the love of god do not act like the victim in that situation.

If someone is so hurt by your actions that they put their creative energy into writing music about what they had to deal with by your hand, don’t act like they’re in the wrong for that. Everyone makes mistakes and everyone hurts someone as a consequence of their actions at some point in their life, but to criticize the way that someone else copes with the hurt that you caused (and didn’t even apologize for btw) just proves that it wasn’t a mistake and that you’re actually just a shitty person who doesn’t care about who they have to hurt as long as you end up where you want to be. And thats not a way that you ever want anyone to think about you.

Moral of the story is, be nice to people or expect to have a mean song written about you.

#song writing #music #musician

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Sunoo Possession

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Everyone in the family, decided to stay over at Jay house. As he as the stuff everyone wants. Niki didn’t like the fact he had to stay over. Due to last time he went and visit them, he was scared to death (please see SunSun Terror for reference) and ever since then he refuse to come.

Surprisingly the kids, were peaceful until Sunoo went upstairs to finish of his video. As he enter the room he dramatically gasp. It looked like his room got a ransacked and what worse his camera is broken plus his designer hat. He immediately knew who it was.

Is it Niki who did it out of spite of Sunoo? Or could it be somone else…?

Back At Enhypen Family Chat

Today 18:00

Sunoo☀️: SUNGHOON! YOU OWE ME A NEW CAMERA AND A NEW LATEST EDITION OF THAT CHANEL HAT

Sunghoon❄️: I don’t owe you anything! Why would I touch you stuff where I can easily black- I mean convince Appa to buy them for me

Sunoo☀️: I DON’T CARE! IT GOT TO BE ONE YOU HERE! ALL US ARE HERE!!

Sunoo☀️: I BET IT WAS NIKI. HE LOVES TO SEE ME MISERABLE!!

Niki🕺: I love annoying you but it’s not me dude. I couldn’t even afford it if I broke them!

Niki🕺: I bet it was Jake. Using I am innocent tactics like he did with that PS5 situation (see SunSun terror)

Sunghoon❄️: Bro, it seems like you broke it. You were practically staring it at. Don’t blame us!!

Niki🕺: Was guarding me necessary..? And whoever put creepy music whenever I sleep. Reaaaal mature there

Sunghoon❄️: It wasn’t creepy music, I was putting on classical music. It helps keep me calm

Niki🕺: IT DIDN’T KEEP ME CALM! I keep on hearing wailing

Sunghoon❄️: This is opera Niki. Instead of being a baby about it, how about you listen to it?

Sunoo☀️: Ohhh opera, I thought it was Sunghoon crying in his room again

Niki🕺: Why would he cry?

Sunghoon❄️: ZIP IT SUNOO! I don’t shed tears so Jake stealing stuff?

Jake🐶: NAW YOU MR ICE GUY ARE NOT PUSHING IT ON ME!

Jake🐶: I was with Niki and Sunoo you were there. You headlock Niki claiming he was cheating after you lost 5 times

Sunoo☀️: NIKI SO DID! I SAW HIM USING THE CHEATCODE TO WIN!!

Sunoo☀️: It can’t be the Uncles + Appa. They are busy hanging out down in the cellar again. Since us three are together MEANS SUNGHOON YOU DID IT

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Sunoo, can you please stomping! You are ruining my zen time!

Sunoo☀️: UNCLE! ITS AN EMERGENCY! I need film today or else I will lose the contest

Jay💰: Sunoo did you misplace it?

Sunghoon❄️: Appa? This is Sunoo babies he will never misplace them. He has a room for his cameras!

Heesung🦌: Sunoo maybe you should calm down. Look for it somewhere else maybe…

Sunghoon❄️: ALSO EXCUSE ME! Didn’t you hear what I said. I have ALL the stuff I need. You probably misplaced it

Sunoo☀️: OH WAIT I CAN CHECK MY CCTV IN MY ROOM

Niki🕺: You have CCTV in your room…?

Sunoo☀️: How else, to prevent someone from robbing me duh

Heesung🦌: Sunoo..? How about you show me you fashion closet?

Sunoo☀️: OMG OF COURSE I WILL. I check later…

The Next Day

Jay💰: HEESUNG HYUNG! You get your antelope here right now!!

Sunoo☀️: Thanks to Uncle Heesung! I lost a chance to win that exclusive trip to Milan Fabsion show!!

Heesung🦌: H-hey hear me out. I have a reason to do it

Jake🐶: I am not involved in this whatsoever!!

Heesung🦌: Son? How could you abandon your Appa like that?

Jake🐶: You gonna use the excuse, that I wanted it. To make yourself look good!

Jake🐶: You the one who came into Sunoo room, to take bunch of selfies on his camera whilst trying on his clothes

Heesung🦌: I did no such thing!

Sunoo☀️: LIAR! You so did! I saw you trying to export it but dropped it when you heard Appa calling for you. I saw you everything on my camera!

Heesung🦌: FINE! Yes I did it! Sunoo is not the one who loves fashion. I wanted to enter the contest! So your Appa can stop mocking me of my crocs!

Jay💰: Buddy…you don’t stand a chance when wearing crocs

Sunoo☀️: I don’t know how to act…normally I will trash someone stuff but it’s Uncle Heesung…

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: You guys…why act so shock. It’s Heesung thing, he likes to go into people rooms and using their stuff

Sunoo☀️: Appa do something! He stole my stuff

Heesung🦌: Sunoo, I didn’t steal your hat…I only broke the camera. Which I wired you the money already for a new one. Hope that is enough!

Sunoo☀️: Oh my! That a lot forget about the hat! I’m gonna buy millions of hats!

Few hours later…

Sunghoon❄️: Sunoo, I have returned your hat…remember you lent it to me yesterday morning

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just-jordie-things · 1 year

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i absolutely adore, LOVE, LIVE FOR TBAH??????? god is the highlight of my week (i wish i was joking but this shit keeps me going). I remember stumbling upon it when there were only like, 3 chapters out, so to think there’s ONLY TWO MORE LEFT? naw i’m heartbroken. I really hope you drop some like, additional chapters or one-shots of the after. idk how it’s gonna end, nor do I suspect HOW you’re gonna end up such a rollercoaster of a series in just TWO MORE CHAPTERS, but i just know they’re finna be juicy. I absolutely adore your writing and I can’t wait to see what you’ll work on next! thank you sm for such amazing works, i hope you keep writing, if that makes you happy :)! sending all my love 💕 (pls excuse my username idk what it just stuck).

you’re so sweet i’m glad you stuck around for the finale!! i think you’ll love the next couple chapters… and you know i am obsessed with this series myself so… yes even when the final part comes out next monday there will be some more pieces to follow… 🥰🥰🥰 i just can’t give up on it yet!!!

happy reading i hope you enjoy tomorrows chapter!! 🫶❤️🫶❤️🫶❤️

#jordie says stuff

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im-bored-so-i-draw · 9 months

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a lazy comic about my dinoverse oc? uhh idk

oc info below (if you are intrested ofc)

oh god its very long

jameson heelshire (obv ref)

this is a dinoverse oc (because lately a certain friend of mine has been drawing me into this neat game and honestly i love it), based from brahms heelshire (duh). instead of him being a rat wall (which my oc actually also has a room in the walls but just simply doesnt live there), its his 'wife' that lives there. or so he thought. or so i thought. idk man she maybe lives in the walls or just straight up dead it'd be a mystery instead ig. im more leaning to shes living in the walls, but she is scared of jameson. more to that yes.

i was intending to make him killed his wife but im still contemplating to make the continuation of it. is she dead? is she alive? if so is she in the walls? if she is what is the solemn reason she stays there? fear? or did jameson trapped him? i have more question of him its actually scary.

i know you guys would probably not read those sentences i made in like half to 4 am so i give you

bullets headcanons or just the timeline of his:

his parents is a really strict parents with high standards.

he is very pressured which shapes the personality of him that is perfectionist and doesnt really care for others. also he is very bad at delivering his actual emotion so he looks like a resting bitch face most of the time.

this causes many of his playmates just like naw mommy i dont want to play with this boy, hes real annoying.

and also he doesnt even have that many time to think about friendship anyways.

until this one playmate, a blond girl stayed long enough that when she stop showing up, jameson starts asking about her.

his parents is very thrilled about this that they literally begged the girl to comeback to the mansion.

actually the girl was just really curious about violins and other music instrument, and jameson is basically a walking band (actually its basically just piano, violin and flute mainly).

and jameson didnt expect that his parents would bring her back because he just asking where she went and was about to just continue on with his life.

well now they just like. hating each other. theyre like i didnt want this- AND SO AM I LEAVE ME BE!!!

they have 3 years age gap fyi idk

more and more years passed and jameson doesnt really have a friend other that this girl and they know each other too well now.

they memorized each other habit on the back of their head and often use each other (?)

that girl has a lot of problem with her friends since she become jameson playmate so she often use his name to slip away from her friend group. which they idk kinda judgemental to everyone.

and jameson uses her name as an excuse from his BUSY schedule. also she knows a lot about him WHICH his parents dont.

yeahh and so he come to success by being a professional violinist and that girl is like, prepared to be his bride??????

i mean she doesnt mind anymore but like

WAIT ME????? I DONT WANT TO BE A BRIDE IN LINE idk idk

well jameson did something about it and her parents let her do her own things BUT YOU ARE STILL MARRYING JAMESON

she like yeah yeah and go venture on her own idk making a shop or working in the government.

this sounds like a kingdom lovestory BUT IT IS NOT o have found the answer

she is working as *drumroll queue* administration for the voorhees company. (is that right i feel like voorhees is a company there)

nothing bad happened dont worry

instead of being invested in music, she instead pursue the career of science because she sees the struggle jameson went through.

and shes not having any of that

jameson in the other hand is oh wow you learn this kind of things??

ok then after she went, this girl barely contacted anyone from his family

even jameson. oh EVEN JAMESON. she didnt even bother to send him regards or something. jameson too dont give a shit.

they occasionally meet each other at parties but like simple his and leaves

until jameson parent died. both of them. in the same time. in a weird but also not really.

then the girl hears about this and attends the funeral.

in which she meets jameson again, and he is not crying. at all.

he did cried on her so

long story short they bond with each other again and get married.

and this is where shits got fucked up (eventually) .

yeah so their interest is not really.. compatible for each other.

and both of them changed through out the years they have been seperated

and jameson is real different. especially after his parents death.

he become more secretive than ever. more aware of anything.

on one side its a good thing that he almost never let any inconvenience go unnoticed but there are a lot of things that goes noticed that shouldnt??

but its still the same jameson. the one boy who was so in love with music that its the sole reason he keeps up with the strict schedule of him.

even the girl is sorta changed?

they often broke into an argument over basically anything. misplaced stuff? jameson angry. opening some specific windows in the girl's room? shes pissed as hell. fortunately the mansion is big enough to contain their yelling.

whats unfortunate though is that of the same reason. nobody can hear the screaming.

years passed and theres about no news from these two since the beginning of chaos.

jameson keeps gatting more fame and his 'wife' is now forgotten.

everytime they asked about her he just simply say that shes fine and other sorts. it almost sounded like she is living a happy life as a wife.

oh and also

jameson is VERY manipulative. he can talk himself out of a situation. he can (practically) rizz someone up for his own.

this is caused by his parents. he lies a lot without ever getting caught. his technically mastered the art of bullshit his way through since his parents dislikes a slacking son.

anyways if this were a game, jameson would be those of 'and then there were none' kind of shit.

the back of his mansion is a river near a forest that many people use to slip away from G4

its not that he kidnap them or whatever but he VERY mind the noises.

he prefers people to stay away from his place. the noises makes his 'wife' disturbed. or so he said.

some survived.

has a friend that is a con artist who works in either voorhees company or myers company. probably a friend of his wife.

poor guy doesnt have anyone. oh sorry. his wife.

#dinoverse #dinoverse oc #WHAT MORE #help #comic #lazy comic #art

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naw did yall see someone in the server sent their terra and said he was "very disabled" and when the mod thats active said that was an odd way to word it and they should probably word it differently they responded with the crying cat emoji and typing in caps lock like SORRY 😢😢 like oh my god you can't just *say that* made me so uncomfortable ffs

so i went looking for the interaction and heres the convo i found, im pretty sure some messages were deleted though

i will say this doesnt seem like a crazy interaction BUT as always i have some Thoughts

depending on the audience here some of yall might get really mad at me

the way the server treats disability has always come off as really weird to me, ive seen multiple people use autism as an excuse to be passive agressive, rude, or annoying even after being politely and explicitly told what things arent really appropriate (like some of the people who continually whine in chats about not winning raffles when its even been announced to Not Do That)

also the addition of pluralkit. thats a whole can of worms that i dont even wanna get into (but if yall wanna hear it then send me an ask lol)

this is what i mean when i talk about “the community terras cultivates,” its a huge group of tiktok-ified teens who get a very warped view of disability and talk super weirdly about things like this. and i hate to say it but a lot of them are into the social media world where they think that because they’re a little awkward or sometimes want to roleplay as their favorite characters, that means they have austism and DID

that being said, i think there is some leeway to be given, i mean we’re all weird when we’re around that age of young to mid-highschool, and theyll probably grow out of it and say wow that was super cringe

i just wish they wouldnt like, treat it as gospel when they say i have 200+ alters in a fictive heavy system, it just devalues and misleads those who actually suffer

which brings me back to the original point, the way these people talk about disability:

disabilities arent really a positive thing, to most theyre pretty negative. i cant imagine in my wildest dreams someone who has had their leg amputated going to people and treating it so flippantly as to say “yeah im suuper disabled”

disabilities are a part of life just as anything else, which means we shouldnt really have a whole party when someone draws a character in a wheelchair or with one leg. that doesnt mean you cant think “oh wow, cool, you dont see people draw that a lot” and be on your way, it just means we shouldnt treat it as some kind of brownie point celebration when a kid draws their oc and says “yeah this character has autism and schizophrenia and tourettes,” because at the end of the day, people with those disabilities in real life do not have celebrations about it, they dont meet people at a party and say “did you know i have tourettes,” they will talk about it normally as it comes up in life but its just. a part of their life.

when you make your disabled ocs, dont point at their disability and say “look how COOL this is! look how good i am for representing this!” instead, treat it the same way as if you were drawing an oc with short vs long hair. you dont make a character’s long hair the whole expression of their character, its just a part of their design (and by extension their “life”)

thats how i see it at least

#closed species #closed species vent #terralien #terraliens #vent #mod rambles

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marmotsomsierost · 1 year

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Adventures on grocery shopping on the start of labor day weekend (i.e. you fool, what have you done)

1) lady with smol child watches me smell then turn the baggie of hatch chiles around, eyeing it suspiciously. Smol child asks her what i'm doing. She pauses and then says 'i...don't know.' About this time i find the pepper that was minutes away from turning into terrible sludgy goo and extricate it, setting it gently to the side. Even that amount of motion was too much, and it sort of....melts. Smol child makes a wonderful noise of delighted disgust. Asks if their veggies at home do that. Lady says 'no, baby, that's what frozen veggies are for.'

2) there's sweet corn advertised right next to the chiles. I pick up an ear and smell it, again suspiciously. (I have been burned before, california. Your version of 'roadside fresh' and mine are very different.) Lady comes up next to me, starts picking up ears and ripping the dangliest tassels and husks off before bagging the ears. I look at the top of one, nope, set it back. Repeat. Find a good one. Lady has by this point stopped entirely and is watching me. "Well now what are you doing, then?" I point out the rejected corn has a tassel that looks icky, and the other one didn't feel heavy enough, and this one has nice goldenbrown tassel and feels heavy and is a nice green, and since i plan on cooking it, i peel back a bit of the husk to point out the nice fat kernels and squish one. Then i pick up the rejected one and peel it back a bit and the tip is bare and the visible kernels look dry. Lady's partner has come up behind her and says "you found another corn nut, huh?" She flicks him in the arm and says "no, i do not do...corn wizardry. I didn't even know corn wizardry was a thing. Thank you for the help, by the way."

3) someone says 'on wisconsin' behind me while i was talking about the corn and it is only later that i realize i am indeed wearing my ancient bucky badger tank top which would only be parseable as bucky if you knew what he was beforehand. I cannot see anyone around wearing obviously wisconsin or midwesty clothing. Did Chip astrally project just to fuck with me? i would not put it past him.

4) the human versions of the love children of abbot and costello / waldorf and statler are in the frozen food section (a madhouse because there are several sales ongoing) bickering while in search of bone in skin on chicken breasts, because you can't fry skinless chicken, what's the point? There is no point, that's the point. Maybe it's over there. Excuse me sir- sorry, miss- salmon candy, now there's a helluvathing. Is it good? Hm. Ah i don't think the boys'll go for that though. Is it like teriyaki? (I reply that it's not not like teriyaki but it's more like a nugget of smoked salmon that rolled into your pancake syrup.) Oh the boys'll go for salmon bacon no sweat. For sure. Why's the cold case so dark? Oh, they've shut for the night. Yeah yeah we should have come earlier maybe someone- oh here's the man, let's ask him. (No, they didn't sell well enough, they don't carry them anymore.) Oh that's the story we got at costco, too. I guess people just don't know what to do with themselves anymore. (The market down in (next city down the freeway) ought to have it. Maybe that safeway store too.) Naw, we're not going down there tonight, we'll just have to live with it. Well, there's drumsticks with skin on - ah, that's the fancy nice stuff, no sense in throwing that in a deep fryer...

4b) after this i encountered them again by the eggs, where the shorter of the two jokingly asked the woman with two kids and a very full cart if he could take the two packs of frozen breakfast links off their hands, and when she gave him the most 'i can't have heard that right' face the taller guy wheeled the cart around, clapped his hand on his buddy's shoulder, and said heartily "yeah that joke didn't land well at costco either!" before moving on towards the bakery department.

5) i inadvertently box out this poor guy around like three corners and one and a half aisles because i am not used to this layout and i can"t find the fucking laundry detergent and once i realize it is the same guy been behind me for way too long i dodge to the side and say "oh, i'm so sorry, i keep zigging in front of you." He laughs and says "no problem, basketball is a hard habit to break!" About 30 seconds later he appears abruptly behind a stand display thing, goes 'oop- oh, see, i got you this time!"

6) cluster of teenagers are standing in front of the big fall sale display. "Why is everything fall gotta be pumpkin spice. It's like turning into basic bitch season." His two friends snap with similar language "because it's fucking delicious, BRYAN." (Presumably) Bryan does the full body teenage eyeroll and says "okay, whatever can we just go find the fu...(eyeroll finished, he ends up locking eyes with me)...dge..." Having decided to lean in to the bizarreness of this trip, apparently, i say "i'm pretty fuckin' sure it's in the fuckin' bakery aisle." Cue cackling pandemonium. I add "the count chocula cereals are actually over in bakery, though, i passed them earlier."

7) i am in the rice aisle. There is a multitude of rice. There is no goddamn wild rice. There is 'countrywild' rice which contains no actual wild rice and wild rice mixes, all of which contain herbs not of my choosing and a buttload of salt and brown rice for fuck knows why and one of which contains fucking quinoa, for fuck's sake. This is a travesty and i am wounded beyond measure.

7b) someone laughs behind me, says "oh i'm sorry i don't mean to make fun ì just was not expecting a soliloquy in the rice and ethnic foods aisle."

7c) ...i have apparently said all that out loud, with my actual voice. Great. That's great. I retreat out of the rice aisle and text my mom to whine about the rice.

7d) fucking quinoa. Quinoa. WHY. WHY.

8) hours later after coming home and unpacking groceries and writing up this post i am still cranky about the lack of wild rice because i have perfect fucking asparagus and bay scallops and sweet corn and hatch chiles and i could be making a perfect fucking dinner but i am missing the fucking rice and yes okay i have calrose but it is not the same.

#earlier today i threw the wire dog crates in the metals recycling bin #and the last and biggest one i hauled out hefted overhead walked to the bin and hup-yote it up and in #(the bin is taller than my head and stuffed overfull in places so i had to get it to land flat and slide backwards)#and from behind me i hear “well goddamn i was gonna offer to help you with that but now i wish you'd'a helped *me* unload”#i turn and there is a crusty old carpentery type dude behind me. he shrugs and says “have a good day now” and leaves #that was this morning i guess it should've been a hint of things to come #but seriously the countrywild rice is brown rice red rice and black rice #why is it named -wild if there is no WILD FUCKING RICE IN IT

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1: The Beginning

Date: 2-3-2016 IDST, 1-21-2016 EST

Nalitie: *runs into Dukermin* DUKERMIN. Two things--First off, will you help me uproot my house, steal some space, steal Pluto, and move it all to another dimension? And before that, will you help me test my VR improvements? I’d rather not use the Voltas and Tartines again, since we keep sending them into therapy.

Dukermin: Of course. WHat are friends for (cliches).

Nalitie: YAY.

Dukermin: Ok where are we starting again

Nalitie: Hm…?

Dukermin: Starting in the VR room… and go.

Nalitie: Yea. C’mon! *skips into the VR room*

Dukermin: Yeah… *follows*

Nalitie: I’ve made new improvements to make it more realistic… Except maybe virtual death. That… that just…. Eh.

Dukermin: Fun.

Nalitie: Yay! *presses button*

*a forest appears with a man sitting on a stump in a clearing*

Dukermin: *approaches* Hello...

Man: *looks up at her* Friend…

Dukermin: You most likely are not Henry, because you are in the forest, but then again… Um I lost it. Hi Friend...

Man: *smiles* *pets Dukermin’s face* Friend…

Dukermin: That’s a little much…

Man: FRIEND. *starts morphing*

Dukermin: I expected it *edges away* *prepares to run*

Man: *turns into a really big dog*

Dukermin: Hi PUPPY *pets it* WHOS A CUTE PUPPY YOU ARE

Dog: *growls*

Dukermin: Please… You think I can’t handle a growl. *pets*

Dog: *grows some more, then jumps onto the Dukermin, barking*

Dukermin: NO I HAVENT DECIDED WHAT I AM YET UM UM *throws meteorites at the dog*

Dog: *stumbles back* *shrinks*

Dukermin: WHOS A CUTE PUPPY YOU ARE

Dog: *growls again and jumps at Dukermin* *tries to eat her face*

Dukermin: *uses telekinesis * naw this is boring *sucks dog into a void*

Dirt: *sparkle sparkle*

Dukermin: I KNOW SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN BUT I MUST *digs the sparkles up*

Sparkles: *turn into a key*

Dukermin: Ooh what is it for…?

Forest: *turns into a hospital room*

Dude: *typing at a computer*

Dukermin: Hello Dude, where am I.

Dude: First of all, my name is Holter Clarington, MedStaff 9-1-7. You are in the Central Care Facility.

Dukermin: Okay where is that and what does it do

Holter: We are in what used to be known as the American state of Indiana. You have been asleep here for 917 years.

Dukermin: Cool.

Holter: Hm… Reading through your medical records, you have no name. And supposedly, you should be only 8 years old, not counting the 917 years you spent asleep. If you are not my patient, who are you?

Dukermin: Um. Uh. Dukermin. And… uh.

Holter: Dukermin? As in iour lost leader? The one who ran away after the Rebellion?

Dukermin: Running away a fter a rebellion? That sounds like me. Sure, why not.

Holter: KILL THE QUEEN!

Others: *enter the room wielding torches and pitchforks*

Dukermin: WELL, ILL JUST BE… *teleports outside*

Dude: *sees Dukermin* IT’S HER! THE ONE OUR GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GRANDPARENTS TOLD US ABOUT! KILL THE QUEEN!!!

More mob: *joins*

Dukermin: COME ON GUYS! *Teleports away* WHERE DID I GO NALITIE

Nalitie: Um.. .here! I’ll provide a… here!

Pine trees: *surround Dukermin because she’s in a forest again*

Dukermin: That dog is gone though right, because… *walks around*

Wall: *intercepts her path*

Dukermin: Excuse me, Mr. Wall. I was trying to go that way.

Rectangle: *paints itself onto the wall*

Dukermin: Please dont turn into Marek *tries to use key on rectangle*

Rectangle: *turns into a door, which opens and leads into darkness*

Dukermin: *enters* Well, I assume Im supposed to come in here…

Walls: *form a dark hallway*

Dukermin: “walks down hallway* Where… What do I...Um.

Wet substance: *drips down walls onto Dukermin*

Dukermin: ew *ducks away*

Light: *shines at the end*

Dukermin: There is a bright light at the end of a dark hallway, sounds great *enters light/exits dark*

Table: *sits in the middle of the room*

Note: *sits on the table*

Dukermin: *picks up note*

Note: “You have just entered our mission. Well, it was my mission, but now it’s yours. All you have to do is get out of here and make sure everyone else is out too. After that, the ship’s systems should reset. The crew can then re-board and everything will be fine. By the time you read this, I’ll already be gone.

Oh yeah, there’s a bit of an infestation on the ship. There’ve been a few reports of a… er… monster.

Good Luck!”

Dukermin: Welp… *yells* IS THERE ANYONE HERE ON THIS SHIP

Voice: I’m here!

Dukermin: YOU AREN’T THE MONSTER ARE YOU. THAT WOULD BE NOT GOOD.

Voice: No! I’m Tristina Richards, MedStaff 1-0-3.

Dukermin: SHOW YOURSELF

Tristina: *stumbles down the hall into the room* Thank goodness! I’m glad someone cares about us. Our rescue crew left us.

Dukermin: Us is plural, where are the others. They aren’t monsters, right?

Tristina: I don’t know where they are. If I knew, we’d all be out of here! I… I don’t know where the monsters are… Oh gosh, what if they turned my crewmates into shadows?!

Dukermin: Well, *looks at shadow* YOU THERE, ARE YOU IN NEED OF HELP IF YOU ARE IN FACT HUMAN AND UM…

Tristina: *moves and makes the shadow move* Miss, that’s my shadow.

Dukermin: Is it in need of help… nevermind. Lets look around. *walks around, trying to find exit*

Door: *appears in front of her face*

Nalitie’s voice: Sorry! We were having some rendering problems.

Dukermin: *opens door*

GUy: *frantically pacing*

Dukermin: Hey, dude, do you know where everyone else is?

Guy: No… But Elizabeth is in that room… *points to another door* I-I can’t get her out….

Dukermin: *goes to door* *opens door* … Whyyy can’t you get her out…?

Guy: Oh… I-I thought the door was locked.

Elizabeth: *goes and hugs the guy* Papa! Why didn’t you come get me? You said you would in an emergency!

Dukermin: He couldn’t it was locked, but I have the… um… MAGIC KEY OF EVERYTHING OPENS FOR IT BECAUSE IT IS A COOL KEY. (bam development)

*fanfare for the development*

Elizabeth: … Oh.

Tristina: Hm… *gasp* What about Jim?! Oh, that poor, deaf fool… I hope he’s okay…

Dukermin: Well. where is he? Do you know?

Tristina: Hm… Before the crash, he was painting the walls in the kitchen. I’m not sure where he’s gotten to now.

Dukermin: Well, we know where to start. Show me to the kitchen?

Tristina: *nods* This way. *leads her towards the kitchen*

Shadow: *flashes across the wall*

Dukermin: umm.. Shadow… What do we doooo? Is it...

Shadow: *jumps out at the Dukermin*

People: *get consumed by the shadows and disappear*

Dukermin: NOO *surrounds self in protective bubble LET ME THINK EVIL SHADOW DUDE FOR A SECOND.

*time passes*

Dukermin: *Dissolves bubble* OKAY WHAT HAVE I GOT HERE UMM *Throws a table at the shadow dude* OKAY THAT WAS PROBABLY INNEFFECTIVE

Shadow: *stands there as the table passes through it*\ *starts going rectangular*

Dukermin: UGGGH YOUR GOING TO TURN INTO THE GLORIFIED RECTANGLE ARENT YOU

Rectangle: *continues morphing into a pentagon*

Dukermin: Huh. Im interested to see where this goes

pentagon: *turns into the shadow of a 50 foot dog (even though a 50 foot dog would just break itself)*

Dukermin: NOOO *summons a storm* *rains on the dog* WHY CANT I THINK OF ANYTHING USEFUL

Dog: *totally unaffected* *jumps at Dukermin again*

Dukermin: *summons more meteorites* I AM COSMICALLY POWERFUL

Dog: *gets hit by the shadows of the meteorites* *weakens*

Dukermin: NOW I POUND YOU WITH COMMON SENSE *dogs legs break*

Dog: *shrinks* *lies there*

Dukermin: I WANT TO PET IT!

Dog: *turns real, but is still really broken*

Dukermin: hey ts a development ddoc *heals dog’s legs*

Dog: *jumps up* *barks happily*

Dukermin: Waiiiit, where did the people go? DOOOG?!

Shadows on the walls: *fade awya*

People: *have turned into shadow monsters* ROAR.

Dukermin: NOOOOOOO WHY YOU DO THIS

Shadows: *devour the dog* *turn to Dukermin* *prepare to attack*

Dukermin: *jumps onto a summoned comet and flies upward* I LOVED THAT DOG GIVE HIMHER BACK

Shadows: NE… VER… *try to jump up at the Dukermin*

Dukermin: *burns the shadow faces* I DON KNOW WHETHER THAT WORKED OR NOT BUT GRR

Shadows: *die because burning often means there was some fire-ish thing that may have produced light*

Dukermin: Um… Yeah I dont know did I just kill everyone…? Can- can I have the dog back??

Dog: *appears from the remains of the shadows*

Dukermin: DOG YOU ARE MINE AND YOU OWE ME YOUR LIFE (bam development again)

*more fanfare*

Dog: *barks happily* *runs down the hallway, out of the ship*

Dukermin: And,... Um well… I … what about the people…? Did I kill the cuz that is the opposite of what I was supposed to do and whats GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME

People: *get up iut of the shadow ashes*

Elizabeth: Ew, what is this? IT was dark in there.

Dog: *barks from outside*

Dukermin: Do we have everyone?

People: *nod*

Dukermin: Awesome! FOLLOW THE DOG!*leaves*

People: *follow*

Dog: *barks some more* *runs out of the electrical fence*

Dukermin: Great. You’re THAT dog.

Nalitie: *giggles*

Dog: *waiting on the other side*

Dukermin: Okay dog, stay. Now, NALITIE?

Nalitie: Yes?

Dukermin: IS THAT do I have to scream… Is that it for the VR? Do you need help yet?

Nalitie: Hm? Yeah, I think the new functions work well… And yeah, I’d like to uproot my house now, before it gets dark.

Dukermin: Okay, lead me there!

Nalitie: *turns off the VR* Okay c’mon outside. *goes outside*

Dukermin: *follows*

Dog: HES MY CHARACTER NOW *follows*

Nalitie: Oh, okay, I didn’t know that dog existed hm. Maybe I made the VR a little too real. Meh. *starts tracing a line around her house*

Dukermin: Well, he’s mine and yeah. “looks at line* So where do we start?

Nalitie: Hm… Well *throws her a giant toothpick* Let’s deepen that line. Oh, and don’t cut through the vent hole. Go around it.

Dukermin: *starts picking at line* This’ll take forever.

Nalitie: Hm well we could always…. *hands her a.. um… ground severing tool (that’s not a shovel)* Try this instead.

Dukermin: *ground severs everything* well we just put some unnecessary damage to the Ask Erik Universe

Nalitie: Well, it doesn’t matter. By the time they find the source of the damage, I’ll be long gone. *does that thing that Willy Wonka’s dad did to his house to hers* *moves it to some place that’s not in the Ask Erik Universe*

Dukermin: *throws house into Erscoga* Okay, where do we put it?

Nalitie: Eh… We’ll figure that out later. Just… drop it on a planet somewhere. I’ll find it later. Now, lets go steal some space! And Pluto!

Dukermin: *tosses it on Termata somewhere* All right, which first? Space or PLuto?

Nalitie: Hm… Space. It’ll be easier than trying to steal Pluto from the sky. Besides, I own that chunk of space. It has my space station. *dons space gear*

Dukermin: WHO NEEDS SPACE GEAR I AM ALL COSMICALLY POWERFUL *crreates atmosphere bubble*

Nalitie: To space! *goesinto the space*

Dukermin: All right, how does one steal a space chunk

Nalitie: Hm… I have a cutting tool. And I’m not talking about the knife this time. *hands one to Dukermin*

Dukermin: Ill try not to space tool everything this time

Nalitie: Good idea. *starts cutting the very fabric of space itself*

Dukermin: *Copies* Okay I think we got it.

Nalitie: Great! Just.. uh… dump it into the space over my house.

Dukermin *does so* It looks GREAT

Nalitie: Huh. Ask Erik space looks so different than Erscoga’s.

Dukermin: *hands her markers* Do you think we can fix it?

Nalitie: Yeah. No one will ever know. *starts coloring*

Dukermin: It looks GREATER

Nalitie: Yeah… It looks like a whiteboard. A black whiteboard with smudges of marker.

Dukermin: GREAT Are we ready for Pluto?

Nalitie: Yes! Pluto will finally get the title it deserves!

Dukermin: TO PLUTO *flies away*

Nalitie: *follows*

Dukermin: I mean we have probably reached pluto by now so… PLUTO!

Nalitie: YAY. Pluto should be easier to steal… In terms of logistics, at least.

Dukermin: *tosses Pluto into Erscoga* Where are we putting it?

Nalitie: I dunno. It’ll find its orbit… or not. I guess.

Dukermin: Well… Okay *throws Pluto into orbit or not orbit* Figure yourself out, friend.

Nalitie: Yay Pluto! So should we steal Coloria or the Broken Age universe next?

Dukermin: Lets… Hmm… *flips coin*

Coin:*lands on heads*

Dukermin: okay what does heads mean?

Nalitie: Um… How about Coloria? It was the first thing I said.

Dukermin: Okay, but I have no clue where Coloria is so… LEAD THE WAY

Nalitie: Hm… Uh… THis eway! *leads the way through space*

Dukermin:*follows*

Nalitie: *reaches Coloria in a timely fashion* Ah… I love stealing planets.

Dukermin: Okay *chucks Coloria at Erscoga*

Nalitie: YAy. I think we should just let all of the planets find their own way… Hey, you noticed those other two planets in there too, right? That one’s all tangled in the orbits.

Dukermin: Yeah, Lux, and the other one shall be-eth… Dunkel

Nalitie: *snickers* Dunkel…

Dukermin: *spends three minutes laughing* Dunkel… (Sorry Germans)

Nalitie: Ha, okay, now that that’s done… We still need to steal the Broken Age universe… and some farms maybe? And we need Fabrezia. ANd we need to kidnap Mr. T and Mr. B.

Dukermin: Wow creating a universe is a lot of work. Broken Age now?

Nalitie: yeah! Their times are a little different than ours, but they shold be asleep now… Probably.

Dukermin: What a surprise itll be when they wake up to find themselves in a new dimension. Fun!

Nalitie: Well, I told the Voltas and Tartines the otjher day, but they were in therapy so they probably weren’t listening… To the Broken Age universe!

Dukermin: And… GO *goes off to find Broken Age*

Nalitie: *follows* How’re we gonna do this…? Ground severers again?

Dukermin: YES PLEASE *ground severing funtime*

Nalitie: *all of the severing as well*

Dukermin: Okay, and now… *compresses it into a spherical shape* It’s a lovely colorful planet!

Nalitie: Yeah… Except for… there. *points at Loruna*

Dukermin: Well, whatever *tosses it (running out of synonyms) into Erscoga*

Nalitie: Hm.. Which farms should we steal? I say we start with Old McDonald’s farm. What say you?

Dukermin: That’s always a good one.

Nalitie: Ooh! And Farmer Joe’s farm.

Dukermin: And… um… I don’t know farms but you know… farms.

Nalitie: Farms. Let’s go steal some farms. *floats back towards the Ask Erik universe to steal their farms*

Dukermin: *and everybody was farm-stealing*

Nalitie: Yay farms! *points into Erscoga* That looks like a good base planet.

Dukermin: Alrightythen *throws farms willy nilly* IT LOOKS GREAT

Nalitie: YAY. DO you think they’ll miss those farms…?

Dukermin: Well… um… who cares, they are the ones intending on waging war.

Nalitie: True. In fact, I heard Sam talking about it in her sleep.

Dukermin: You were watching her sleep? Um.

Nalitie: No. Christine was. With Marek. Oh, that reminds me, I need to send Sam the paperwork for their unmarriage…

Dukermin: Wow okay, and poor Marek and Sam, maybe, I don’t know anymore.

Nalitie: Eh… I wouldn’t be too concerned. Marek never really actually was in love with Sam (without trickery of mine) and Sam tried to kill him a few times, so…

Dukermin: Well… hmm… ANYWAY What next?

Nalitie: Wanna move Fabrezia? The farm planet looks kinda lonely and barren.

Dukermin: OF COURSE We need some moon fabreze exports TALLY HO *off we go*

Nalitie: *yay, to the Fabrezia*

Dukermin: I have never really looked at Fabrezia… ITS BEAUTIFUL *moves it to the farm planet*

Nalitie: Hmmm… We should kidnap Mr. T and Mr. B while they’re still asleep…

Dukermin: How about… Okay… I don;t know how to kidnap people very well, you do it.

Nalitie: Hm… Okay! *to the Mr. B and Mr. T’s residences* *sneaks into their houses and steals them* Quick! Put them on… uh… er… Lux? Lux is lonely… It needs friends.

Dukermin: Sounds good *throws them into wormhole* *dumps them onto Lux*

Nalitie: Hm… What else do we need….? We should provide them with a Menards.

Dukermin: We only need one. They should expand on their own. Menards are infectious.

Nalitie: Agreed. *to the Menards now because Menards*

Dukermin: *throws it onto Lux* I need synonyms.

Nalitie: Eh… I was never good with synonyms…. Hey, how’s that dog anyway?

Dukermin: I don’t know where it is… Ill just summon it later. HESHE IS A PART OF ME.

Nalitie: Yay. I’m gonna go steal some more places… Also, I’m selling my house-pit and I need to write a goodbye to Sam.

*fancy montage of stealing and such*

Dukermin: Okay… so, we did good! And…

Nalitie: yeah! There are a few… er… holes in the Ask Erik universe now, but…. Then again, there were already holes in it.

Dukermin: Oh well. OUR DIMENSION LOOKS GREAT so, are we done for today then or...

Nalitie: Yep… Wait, we took your house, right?

Dukermin: I don’t have a house yet. I’m currently staying with Homeless Henry, but I’ll worry about that later. I can always make something in Fabrezia and move it to Termata later.

Nalitie: True. *tapes a note to the For Sale sign in front of where her house used to be* *drops something into Sam’s mailbox* Shall we depart?

Dukermin: I guess so… Goodbye...

Nalitie: It has been fun, Ask Erik universe, but we have found a new home with less war and less plague. *jumps into Erscoga*

Dukermin: I was never attached . SEE YA *leaves*

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(Prologue)

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