#and leave xem on their own

[adorablegorilla]

Dr. Kel: "You guys are the best friends I have"

The Aliens who constantly break in to steal their food, push them over and call them cringe:

[bonefall]

i NEED to know more about waspwhisker/waspstar now that xey seem to be leader during TBC/ASC. are xey as levelheaded as leafstar or more aggressive? i think it would be fun if xey were willing to defend skyclans separate culture WAY MORE than leafstar was willing to. that would especially bring conflict with the imposter and maybe could even lead to a battle!

I'm leaning HEAVILY towards doing it. Killing off Leafstar during Squirrelflight's Horror by having Juniperclaw poison their food makes perfect sense. He was trying to make them desperate to leave the territory, so they'd invade the Sisters' camp.

Plus, then I can delete the Meadow Saffron subplot. There was no new plant that suddenly showed up like a big coincidence RIGHT as tensions escalated-- Sparkpelt can just have gotten a bite of the poisoned food somehow.

(Maybe a diplomatic meeting... I'll think about it.)

Anyway, here's an Intro to BB!Waspwhisker, and how xey would act as Waspstar in comparison to BB!Leafstar;

WASPWHISKER

Once the ShadowClan family tree is complete, I will be going back to SkyClan's overhaul and making it more significant.

But in the meanwhile, Waspwhisker is a very close family cat to xeir mate Fallowfern, and kids; Plumwillow, Rabbitleap, and Creekfeather.

(Nettleplash might be gone, unsure.)

I really like Creekfeather for absolutely no reason. I just like his name lmao. SO I'm probably going to put him into The Kin so I can get mileage out of him as a villain

Having Waspwhisker have to fight and maybe even kill xeir own son sounds absolutely JUICY. Push this guy to the BRINK

Show, over and over, how Waspwhisker is willing to put SkyClan above everything xey've ever loved.

When The Kin absorbed a significant portion of SkyClan, Waspwhisker took Leafstar's side. Though xey can be tough, xey're always fair and rational.

The reason to exclude Daylight Warriors makes no sense and is just based on pride, in xeir eyes. The Daylight Warriors are not the ones attacking the camp right now, are they?

There are SkyClan Warriors in the gorge that night, and there are traitors.

And if that includes Creekfeather... then so be it. Creekfeather has made his choice.

You might think that Waspwhisker is a mean person. Xey're not.

In fact, when it comes to friends and family, Wasp's compassion is absolutely limitless.

Plumwillow and Rabbitleap get their love of long discussions from xem, as a Ba Waspwhisker was always encouraging their curiosity.

Xey like to answer questions with more questions, and guide kits and apprentices by leading them to the right answer instead of outright telling them.

The thing that makes Waspwhisker so brutal is that, well... xey just don't see the value in being overly generous. Xey want what xey are owed.

Down to the last scrap of fur, the final droplet of blood.

As a warrior who has gone through so much, loved so thoroughly, and serves a people who have lost everything, shouldn't respect come with that?

SkyClan has been cheated, threatened, and betrayed from the moment they were driven from the forest. Waspwhisker believes in reciprocity like it's a bank account-- xey simply want the positives and the negatives to be in balance.

It feels clear to xem that the moment they stepped paw into the new forest, the Forest Four saw them as pitiable.

They were not equal. SkyClan is a mixed-blood Clan of ex-kittypets and loners.

The politeness that defines SkyClan, helped to keep coalitions of cats together at a distance through forgiveness and cordiality, is a funny joke to Forest Four.

Though times are changing in Clan Culture, strength is currently still a stronger value than diplomacy.

Leafstar was playing by SkyClan rules. They have their own values, traditions, even a copy of the warrior code that diverges earlier.

But Waspwhisker can see-- what at first seems "amusing" about SkyClan to the Forest Four is quickly hardening into contempt.

And that contempt is mutual.

Forest Four cats are proud, self-absorbed, xenophobic, and stubborn. And they don't even realize that.

They're so used to only ever dealing with each other. With their big bluffs, political showboating, and ceremonial fights.

To Waspwhisker, it seems as though Forest Four cats see battle like a game. One you play together, with ancient, unspoken rules that SkyClan has been locked out of for generations.

It's been so long since they've known REAL fear that they've forgotten it. SkyClan hasn't.

Claws aren't toys; battle isn't a game. To SkyClan, their skills are a martial art.

To be respected.

In SkyClan's conversation about what "version" of the Warrior Code they will use, and how they interact with other Clans, Waspwhisker has always felt uneasy about the very premise.

Who interprets the Code, to begin with? Us, or them?

WASPSTAR

If I end up going with this, Leafstar will die of poisoning in Squirrelflight's Horror.

Juniperclaw did it to try and convince SkyClan that the Sisters ARE a threat. He wants them out of ShadowClan territory.

At first, Heartstar is going to refute any accusations of her deputy/nephew doing this poisoning. Nepotism is her consistent weak spot.

Waspwhisker might have died too, but someone tasted poison.

(Maybe I'll have it be the wounded sister they are holding as a prisoner. She can recognize a flower in a spoonful of soup and lurch foward to slap it out of their paw, then dump over the pot. Maybe when Squilf's about to have a bite, so there's a big accusation that the sister only stopped it to try and help the one who's been nice to her)

But in any case, when Waspwhisker finds out that it was a Forest Four warrior who did this...

It really solidifies in xem that xeir uneasiness was right.

Juniperclaw may have acted alone, but his feelings were born out of a deeper spite. One that Leafstar was too optimistic about.

They'll never take SkyClan seriously if something is not done about Juniperclaw. Exile is a JOKE.

The only thing that Forest Four cats seem to respect is brutality.

So xey will GIVE them brutality.

You demand we follow your version of this code?

"We'll start with a true warrior not needing to kill to win his battles, unless it is necessary for self-defense. Understand that I have no reason to believe Juniperclaw would not do it again. This was self-defense."

If the Forest Four can't even be consistent about Commandment 1, then they wouldn't be able to handle how SkyClan interprets the rest.

Xey insist SkyClan matters will be handled by SkyClan. When a law would affect another Clan, then we can discuss it.

Like Bramblestar, Waspstar refuses to be pushed around.

Unlike Bramblestar, they aren't a particularly emotional or biased person. In fact, Waspstar is cold.

That reputation is exactly what xey want, though. Let it precede us. "If they fear us, we live in peace. If they respect us, we live in peace. I offer the choice of which type of harmony we have together."

A good diplomat realizes quickly that Waspstar is not unreasonable, though. Getting xem to do anything is a matter of demonstrating mutual benefit.

Or making a show of goodwill.

Hawkwing is chosen as Waspstar's deputy because of his compassion and commitment.

They're not TOO different as well, and that's a plus to Wasp. Xey want the deputy to see eye-to-eye with xem, but still be bold and emotional enough to launch a challenge if needed.

Xey have thought fondly of Hawkwing ever since Plumwillow's mate went missing, and Hawkwing became a father to Wasp's grandkits.

Unfortunately, I can see Waspstar either respecting the Impostor a lot (for living by the same brutality he demands of other Clans) OR coming to a huge battle against the Impostor (for trying to force SkyClan to live a certain way).

In contrast to BB!Leafstar, who would think Bramblefake is a lunatic from the very beginning.

In a nutshell; If the two leaders heard the phrase, "an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind,"

Leafstar would hum and smile, praising the wisdom of the words. There are many ways to win a battle, and she does not want SkyClan to have to lose its peaceful life after enduring so much hardship. "That which cannot be fixed must be broken, and revenge is not something that can be repaired."

Waspstar would gently shake xeir head. That hope died with her. Either SkyClan will choose the change they make, or it will be taken. Our new neighbors respect only one thing, and if we want our kittens to live in peace, then we must study war, "If the enemy has taken your eye, take both of theirs."

[mbirnsings-71]

hey Mads

Sasha told me ya know a lot about xem's Wrong Choice au,,,,, i read the doc but he said ya know more prob and to ask ya sooo

please tell me more?

HELLO?? RJDIEEKED HI sluggy Tfw do you mean Sasha told you to come to me about the Wrong Choice AU DNDLELELEL-

That's wild cause this started as Sasha's idea. This started because Sasha went "what if Martyn didn't cut off Ren's head? And also wasn't kinda insane-" And it spiraled from there- Truly the parts I really fixate on are the Flower Ranchers and Desert Duo parts because GOOD LORD SASHA WANTED A LITTLE ANGST FOR DESERT DUO AND HURT ME IN THE PROCESS- I'm gonna put it in a keep reading break because Idk Who's gonna wanna read this besides you But I'll share everything I know/have thought about extensively for this AU and Sasha ( @pup-pee ) can correct me if Anything is wrong cause it's been a hot minute since I read over the doc fully.

So my contributions to this AU have been me writing a little fairy tale for the AU which kinda goes like this;

The Tale of the Lone soldier and the heart giver Once upon a time there was a lone soldier, one who was on the last of his hearts. His luck was not the greatest to say the least. Stabbed, drowned, burned, and shot, needless to say his lives were lost. He traveled far and wide to kingdom to kingdom, town to town, careful as one can be, as not to succumb to the finality of death. In the recent town he stopped at however, he met a girl. The girl had introduced herself as Amia, and they struck up a bond far too quick. The townspeople had opinions of her. Said she gave out love too freely, said she was on her last life due to how many lives she had given to others, anything they could say really. The rumor mills spun round and round, yet they did not deter the soldier from seeking her company at each and every oppurtunity. He was supposed to stay for but a week. A week turned to a month, then to half a year. Every day spending time in her company, and eventually becoming accepted by the town as one of their own. There was no doubt about it, he was smitten for her if he had chosen to stay for this long. They have had long conversations, and he had gotten some truths about her over drinks of wine. That yes she had been unlucky in love, men leaving her when she thought they had fallen for her just as she had done, but she was not on the last of her lives. She was on the second to last, and she would only give her heart to someone who was able to reciprocate it and was able to stay. "My heart has to be in it, and so does their's, if I'm to be reduced to my final life." She said so gently and earnestly, that it made the soldier's heart yearn so loudly. He was shocked she didn't hear how badly it yearned. It's a year when the lone soldier decided to stay in town that a horde of monsters showed up. The once lone soldier helps as best as he can, managing to help slay all the monsters, but in the process gets injured enough to where he is dying. Bleeding out on his last life, but at least the town is safe. Amia is safe. He can accept his death as long as they're safe. "You're not leaving me that easily." A gentle voice he's gotten to know over the past year says, and he swears she sounds like an angel in this moment. He's sure he's done for, that is until he feels warmth. He was expecting his final death to feel cold and unforgiving as it had been in the past, but it's warm and feels like a fresh breath of air in his lungs. He still slips from consciousness and fades from the world. He's surprised when he wakes up in his bed, with Amia sitting besides it, looking at him with teary eyes. "What happened?" The lone soldier asks, and Amia gives a smile. "I gave you my second life." "But that means..." "I am on my last yes, along with you." "Then I suppose we should stick together, to make sure neither of us loses our last life." "I would like that a lot." She smiles as she kisses the man who has decided to not leave her side. They lived their last life out together peacefully in the small town, side by side til the ends of their dying days. Happily ever after.

But I assume you already read that on the doc- I'm actually still really proud of it, because this fairy tale is supposed to be a tale of how the lives system works and how one can give one of their lives to someone they love. I think this love can be romantic, familial, or Platonic just as long as you love the person enough to be willing to give them a life. Also everyone has 5 lives, they used to have ten but the watchers figured that was too many once players started getting more crafty with how they were interacting with hostile mobs. Also Respawn Mechanics are in play so if you die and you're not on your last life you respawn where you last slept.

Also For the Desert Duo stuff (which is ofc what I hyperfixated on, I literally helped Jay figure out Scar's Deaths and how they met goddamn it), There is a bit where in one of the later acts, Scar does get decapitated just a bit- It's part of the reason why I wrote this fairy tale the way I did. BUT YEAH NO SCAR GETS DECAPITATED AND HE'S ON HIS LAST FREAKING LIFE AND GRIAN, BEING FORCED TO TAKE A LIFE FROM HIM AND STILL HAVING PRETTY MUCH ALL HIS LIVES (cause something something third life parallels, Owing Scar his first life cause he accidentally caused Scar to die one time to a creeper IT'S JUST SO-) JUST PRESSES A KISS TO SCAR'S FOREHEAD, HOLDING HIS CHEEK, TO TRANSFER A LIFE TO HIM AND THEN HAS TO CUT HIS GODDAMN HEAD OFF TO MAKE THE RED KING LET THEM TAKE MARTYN AND IT'S SOOOO- @cannimochi actually drew art of it that IDK if they want to share or not so I'll let them decide that but it is one of my favorite Desert Duo drawing of their's to date!! And so after That Grian is kinda in a haze and not sleeping because he feels guilty about decapitating Scar and Martyn is kinda concerned.

Don't worry though!! Scar comes back! Scar comes back to Monopoly mountain, Lilacs and poppies in hand, and apologizes for Putting him through that But Grian doesn't really care right now as he's Clinging to Scar so tightlyand telling him to Never have him do that again and because Scar is a menace he asks if this is about the flowers but Grian just frowns and goes “You know what I mean you big lug!”

It's then that Martyn lets the cat out of the bag that Grian hasn't been sleeping cause Martyn's a little shit and well well well can't have that! Despite his better judgement and how sore his body is from respawning and just general chronic pain of dying, He carries Grian to bed and we get these two things that I wrote:

Luckily for him Grian is light, ‘Hollow bones and all that’ the Avian had explained to him once before. Unluckily for him however, Grian is clinging to him so tightly at the moment that putting him down on the bed might be an issue. “Stay… please.” Grian quietly asks, and if he had any plans on leaving (he didn't), those are out the window now cause Grian said please. Scar can’t turn him down with that magic word.  “I wasn't planning on leaving G. I'm here.” Scar says and it seems to soothe Grian enough to loosen his grip so Scar can actually maneuver him out of his hold and onto the bed. 

Scar doesn't mean to fall asleep. Genuinely, one minute he was laid next to Grian just to make sure the other didn't freak out if he couldn't find him, and the next moment he was being woken up suddenly by a loud noise. If he had to take an educated guess, he would say it was probably TNT. He duly notes that something is over him now that does not feel like a blanket whatsoever, and that Grian is speaking. “What was that?!” He can hear clear as day, because the voice is coming from right next to him.  “Nothing! I just tried to fix one of your traps! Didn't go so well! Go back to bed, Grian!” He hears Martyn yell out, and he can hear confused squawk that Grian lets out at that. “Which one?!” “None of your concern! Go back to sleep!” “‘None of my concern’ he says! Those are my traps!”  “And they'll be there after you sleep G.” Scar says, as his arms tighten around Grian's waist. Does he know when he and Grian started cuddling while they were asleep? No, but it's not a bad thing he thinks. “But Scar-” “No buts Mister- It's sleeping time, and I don’t know about you but I’m tired.” Scar says, and is he laying it on thick? Probably, but it's not an exaggeration. He is tired, after the respawning and the long walk back to the mountain and the pain he has at the moment, he’s allowed to say he wants to go back to bed. Preferably with Grian, because those eye bags under his eyes are pretty concerning in Scar’s opinion. “...Fine.” “Good.”

They're still big wips and mainly just writing practice for myself but they are what I have- I also have what I think should be Desert Duo's first kiss in that AU but that's also just a silly one-shot of me using Jay's AU as a way to get myself to write- BUT YEAH NO APPARENTLY THEY EVENTUALLY GET ENGAGED AND/OR MARRIED WITH CURSE OF BINDING RINGS AND I THINK ABOUT IT WAY TOO MUCH- LIKE RAAAAA!!! There's also Scar and Grian actually talking about what happened but that's in Sasha's DMs so I'm not gonna go searching for those.

THERE'S ALSO FLOWER RANCHERS IN IT!! Cause I converted Sasha to the flower ranchers side. I saved Jimmy Solidarity in the AU CAUSE SASHA WAS JUST GONNA MAKE HIM DIE- Now he died via Rock to the head and woke up in Tango's ranch with Amnesia!! And Scott is searching so hard for his husband (even though they never got actually married.) and just they end up in a polycule and Jimmy is trying so hard to Court Tango and Scott's just giggling because he's already gone through this with Jimmy, oh his poor sweet boyfriend is trying so hard- JUST THEY LOVE EACH OTHER OKAY OKAY THEY GET PEACE-

Also Joel and Etho are in the AU I believe, I think Me and Jay joked about them being pen pals to each other but that might've been for another au- Also Skizz was in this au BUT SKIZZ DIED AND IT MAKES ME SAD SO SAD!!

and that's basically everything off the top of my head that you probably wouldn't have gotten from the Doc without like Spoiling possible ideas Sasha would want it to go into- again Sasha is free to reblog this and tell me any corrections he wants made because woo boy it's been a hot minute!! ANYWAYS LOVE YOU SLUGGY YOU'RE ALWAYS FREE TO COME ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT ANY AUS!!! I'm sure I'll be a lot more knowledgable about my own AUs than anyone else's but yeah-

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (4/30/2025) Episode: A Friendly Face

A lonely and depressed Skye arrived at the Cantina El Árbol Del Jaguar bar for xir final assignment I’ve completely wasted this great career opportunity and lost the perfect chance to start our family.

As Xe turned to head inside, a familiar face stopped xem in xir tracks and sent xir heart soaring “Betty!?”

“Skye! Oh My Grim!” she ran over, wrapping xem in a bone crushing hug “I knew you were here somewhere; I was going to text you once I got settled, everything just happened so fast. Its great to see you!”

Xir old friends' presence felt like a breath of fresh air to Skye’s soul. Xe could feel xir spirits lifting even as xe stood there, staring in disbelief.

Finally, xe grasped what notable recent event must have driven Betty to run so far from home. “I was so sorry to hear about Aunt Breanne” xe said “she was a wonderful sim; we’re all going to miss her.”

“Thanks” Betty’s smile fell away, tears springing to her eyes “it's been rough.” She looked around, squinting at the vibrant and sunlit courtyard. “Can we catch up inside? I could use some shade, and probably more than one juice.” Skye nodded, guiding xir grieving friend into the dimly lit bar.

“…we all knew her time was coming but that doesn’t make it any easier. Dad is devastated and Bruce… well he’s himself, all false swagger and cutting remarks, but between knocking up his girlfriend and this he’s really struggling. Did you hear he threw out his back at work? He and Lucy had just moved in with our parents to get some help while he got back on his feet, and then this happened.”

“Man, that sounds like a mess.” Skye nodded sympathetically. “So, what brought you all the way out here?”

“Seizing the day” Betty smiled “Mom always said, “you only live once”. I’ve always wanted to come here, explore the jungle; doing it now felt like a good way to honor her memory and get out of my own head for awhile.”

The pair had almost finished their first drink before it finally dawned on Skye to ask “Is Greyson with you? Wait… doesn’t he have a broken…”

“He got his cast off last week” Betty shrugged “He didn’t want to come, but him and his “weak ankles” will be fine by themselves for awhile.”

“You should have heard him when I suggested this trip!” she rolled her eyes before launching into an unflattering impression of their mutual friend “I’m so busy, I can’t take that much time off! What if I reinjure myself running from grim knows what in one of those temples!? I could get us both killed!” she sighed “He’s a good guy, and I love him, really I do, but he’s got no sense of adventure anymore and it's smothering me!”

“So, enough about me, tell me about you!” she motioned for the bartender to bus their empty glasses “I know you’re here for The Times, but I could only find a couple of your reviews on their website. Has Elyse been porting over to distract you? I know you two are totally inseparable.”

Skye frowned I don’t want to burden her with my issues when she’s already been through so much, but she was so open with me… and I could really use someone to talk to. “Honestly, no, and it’s really wrecking all my plans” xe finally began; quickly finding xemself unloading the entire sad story.

“… I’m not strong enough to do this by myself, and that’s why I’m leaving.” xe finished, hanging xir head and averting xir gaze.

 “Oh… Skye… I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” Betty reached over and gave xem a quick side hug “You know… it sounds like you’d really prefer to stay and finish this out. I’m not Elyse, but if you’re looking for some company, I could pitch my tent at your place. It’s not like the ruins are going anywhere.”

“I’d love that!” Skye quickly agreed “The house actually has a big loft upstairs. Its all yours if you want it. How long are you planning to stay?”

“Well, funny story, but I just found out an old friend of mine is planning to knock xemself up soon” she grinned “and Dad never shut up about how hard pregnancy was, even with Mom on hand. By the end of his pregnancy with me, he said he could barely get off the couch. “You turned me into a watermelon on stilts girl” she deadpanned, lowering her voice and flopping back dramatically in her seat in a playful mimicry of her old man.

“I quit my job at the coffee shop awhile ago.” she continued “I’ll be climbing the entertainer career someday, but for now busking with my violin pays the bills. Living with you, I can easily send Greyson enough simoleons to help cover our rent. This is going to be so much fun roomie!”

With a new plan courtesy of xir old friend Skye felt better than xe had in ages. “Let me jot down some notes about these drinks… you’ll have to tell me what you thought of yours later… and then you want to head out back and look at what they have for sale? I’ve been meaning to talk to the vendors about how the local wares are manufactured, and you can pick up some adventure gear.”

“Lead the way!” she replied with a  smile.

That evening Skye sat at xir laptop typing up a couple different articles for the paper while Betty told xem a funny story about her gig at that weeks Spice Festival “Apparently the event company got confused and thought the city wanted them to setup the Flea Market at the same time! They did their best, but man was it a mess…”

Suddenly Skye realized xe hadn’t felt sad for hours. Betty had only just arrived, but already she’d changed everything.

  🎵You've got a friend in me, When the road looks rough ahead,

  And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed,

  Just remember what your old pal said, you've got a friend in me🎵

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[welcome-back-to-hoimycraf]

Xisuma took a depth breath, steeling xir nerves. This was fine, it would be fine! Countless others had done xer Observance before xim, xir’s would be no different. The pessimistic voice in the back of xir mind wasn’t so sure, though. What if xir future wasn’t what xi wanted? What if xi wished xi had never seen it in the first place?  

The voidwalker turned back from where xi had paused on the steps to the temple, wordlessly asking Ex for something encouraging, something to keep xim from making xir way back up the stairs and forfeiting the ritual altogether.

Xir twin sat on the top step, watching Xisuma descend and awaiting xir own turn. As twins, xe were to approach the void in the same order xe came out of it, leaving Ex to go second. At Xisuma’s hesitation, xi raised both arms in the air to cheer xir sibling on silently. Words seemed to be inappropriate for the entrance to the temple, amplified by the fact that neither had said a thing on the trip over. Besides, Xisuma was too far down for xem to speak without yelling.

Xisuma nodded, turning to face the stairs leading downward once more. They stretched off into the void below the island, the Observatory tiny in the distance. That didn’t help to make it less intimidating. The platforms beneath xim bobbed in the void with Xisuma’s steps, bouncing once or twice before stabilizing- just enough to be concerning.

Before long, xir feet once again touched solid ground. The temple was much steadier than the path leading up to it, giving Xisuma a feeling of security. It was peaceful, really. A nice contrast to the oppressive sense of dread xi had before. 

The Observatory wasn’t long at all, nothing but simple carved endstone framing a lookout point. Xi approached the cutoff, crouching at the end of the platform and looking into the void. It was thicker here, swirling with stars in dusty purples, blues, and blacks. This was where all the voidwalkers were born, made directly from the universe itself. Looking into the void you were born from, once you came of age, would tell you your future, what you should expect and how to prepare. It was a sacred, highly revered ritual in voidwalker culture. 

Xisuma didn’t feel exactly venerated at the moment.

The waiting felt awkward, to the point where xi questioned whether or not xi’d missed a step somewhere, somehow. Was something supposed to appear by now? A vision? A depiction created by the swirls and glimmers of the void?

Xisuma sat there, crouched dumbly on the edge of the platform for what felt like hours. Xi knew, realistically, that it couldn't have been more than a few minutes at most, though. Xi were just about to give up, to grab Ex and tell xim that this was a waste of time, when the void before xim… rippled. X’s gaze snapped back to the motion. Was this it? Was this what xi were supposed to be seeing?

A pair of bright, wide eyes emerged from the liquidy substance before xim. At first, they stared directly up without even noticing xim. Then, the pupils… blinked? Xisuma didn’t know they could do that. The black circles squished and curved into a crescent, though the eyes themselves never closed. 

Xisuma’s mind was already racing with questions before the pupils shifted to look at xim, the eyes widening. Abruptly, something moved beneath the surface of the void. The figure connected to the eyes shot out, hands slamming down on the endstone in front of X. The voidwalker screamed, lurching backward, only to slip in xir haste. The air left xir lungs in an instant, leaving xim to stare hazily up at the Observatory’s ceiling, gasping. 

The thing that had emerged from the void stepped into xir vision, blurred with Xisuma’s daze. A voice said something above xim, which xi attributed to the figure. “You okay, sweet face?” Xir voice sounded wrong. The way xi pronounced words was so, so off that it completely threw Xisuma for a loop.

“I-I’m fine, I think,” xi groaned, blinking a few times to clear xir vision as xi sat up. Xi felt so utterly confused, though xi chalked that up to the strange experience xi were having. “Who… who are you?”

The stranger did something weird with xir face in response. In fact, xir entire face wasn’t right. Colors Xisuma had never seen before made up xir body, with cloth covering almost everything below xir head. Speaking of xir head, a large hole split open towards the bottom of it. A mouth, perhaps? Xisuma had never seen one like it. Xir mouth opened to reveal a set of flattened teeth pressed together. 

“That’s good, that’s good!” The person’s mouth moved as xi spoke, xir hands clapping together. “I’m Keralis, sorry for the scare! May I help you up?”

Keralis stuck out xir hand, which Xisuma accepted. This was all so weird, xi almost felt lightheaded. “I’m, uh, Xisuma.”

“Xisuma? What a nice name!” Xi laughed, already moving to step past the voidwalker. “Now, how about you show me around? I haven’t been here in, oh, a hundred years, give or take? Whatever- we’ve got things to see!”

And with that, Keralis took Xisuma’s hand, leading xim back to the stairs xi’d come from.

…This was going to be an ordeal to explain to Ex, wasn’t it?

@qpr-kersuma-week

@anonymousacres pspspsppspsps you're the best for betaing this

[kittycatred]

A purple tendril tipped with many, small, curved spikes slides from the shadows near Red and latches onto his ankle. As soon as the spines dig in, the whole room starts to fade away as Red is forced into a deep slumber.

When Red opens his eyes again, the fog in his brain is gone and so are all of the injuries the anons gave him while Ghostie was borrowing his body. Looking around, Red also is not in his room. Or anywhere else he knows for that matter. The walls are gray concrete, as are the floors. It's a large open room with layers upon layers of catwalks stretching up beyond where he can see. There are screams coming from above him, to distant to tell who it is or what is happening to them.

Before Red can do anything about the screaming though, something around his neck is pulled, making him stumble. It is a heavy, iron shackle with two thick chains attached to it, each leading to what looks like a security guard.

Both are laughing at Red.

The one on the right tugs again, trying to make him stumble. When Red goes for an instinctive punch at the guy, the other yanks him in the opposite direction before he can get close enough to strike. Not that his punch would have done much good with the incredibly thick gloves on his hands. With padding like that, his punches would hardly tickle, if he can even form a full fist with all that fabric in the way.

@the-nightmare-anon

red was growing more and more exhausted, between the pain meds, the possession, and just...everything thats happened, they probably needed sleep more than anything !!

but red refused !! red tried to fight off sleeping this entire time, they didnt want to rest, no !! they couldnt !! they had to be on guard !! do they even dare to leave the anons alone without them present ??

besides, they know exactly what happened when they did that last time... thats the whole reason theyre injured in the first place

however, before red could have a further thought, their vision blurred, eyes drooped...

and suddenly.....where was he ???

his injuries were gone....xe could think clearly...huh...maybe this wasnt so—

screams ??

from who ?? where ?? red had to do something !! red had to—

red choked out a brief cough as her neck was tugged by the chains, nearly tripping over his own feet

red wearily blinked as he tried to get xeir bearings, until

laughter.

laughing ?? at him ?? for what ??

red's composure sunk, why was this happening ?? why did he have to feel so....so small ?? so humiliated ??

he was tugged again, and this time, her instincts kicked in until—

another tug.

red nearly fell backwards with a grunt, which gave xem time to register the gloves on their hands.

what ?? when did this happen ?? how long have they been here for ??

red had so many questions, but there was no time for that !! all he knew was he had to get out of...whatever this was !!!!

he had to act !! who cares if being impulsive was bad !! who cares if being reckless is bad !! all he cares about is getting out of here no matter what !!

red tried to reach for the chain around his neck, although it was a poor attempt, she couldnt even grab around it with these stupid gloves !!!

what to do ?? what to do ??

they scanned the room frantically for something !! anything !!

but to no avail, nothing was useful.

of course it wasnt.

of course it wasnt !!!

"whats going on ?! who even are you both ?! why is there screams ?! i—where am i ?!"

red's posture grew stiff and defensive, as she shouted in rapid succession

"i dont belong here !! whatever happened i—you have the wrong person or something !!! just—just let me go !!"

red may have done alot, xe may have blamed themself for a plentitude of things but..... ......they didnt deserve to be here

right.....?

[leapdayowo]

Redstone and Skulk OC time :3

Thought I’d turn my persona into a rns oc and give them a helsmet :3 I basically looked at my play style in Minecraft and took a few things from my own life and combined them to create these two! Short version about them below and a little story of their origins under that:

short version:

-Leapday_art (short version Leapday, she/he/they, the player) is afraid of losing important things in their life. He is very cautious about doing anything that could result in him dying and loosing everything in his inventory (sleeps through the night everytime to avoid monsters, barely visits the nether, strip mines, etc) +the cats next to Leapday are two of my darling kitties who unfortunately passed away irl, their names are Toby (left) and Toes (right)

-Nightfall_collections (short version Nightfall, all pronouns, the helsmet) was created from Leapday’s extreme fear of losing valuables and her grief from having lost valuables too many times. Xyr driving goal is to collect and preserve everything that xe can and to make sure there is always at least one copy

-other things about Nightfall: she is a magma cube hybrid while Leapday is a ??? hybrid player (if you read the story below this may make more sense👀). Nightfall can split into smaller duplicates which allows them to be in more places at once and thus more productive in their goal. She uses her goop-like body to write reminders on her clothes, then re-absorbs the goop later

-I think Nightfall would find himself as an organizer between lots of different parties/people in Hels due to being so dedicated to his goal + only being dedicated to this goal (his alignment is probably chaotic good because he’s loyal to his own goals and not to other people or outside rules. He does not take bribes or backstab). Also, Nightfall does not need to have possession of everything, but xe is trying to keep tabs on where everything that exist is at(this makes xem the go-to person for trying to obtain something in particular)

-I think Nightfall would become a sponsor (if that’s the right word?) for the Order of Remembrance because she greatly admires the work they do to preserve Hels’ history. She would also love Zedaph’s hall of all and definitely tries to work with private collectors to protect (and document/track) what they have (and she will keep what she knows a secret if it means protecting valuable things)

-Nightfall does not care about thieves unless they steal one of a kind things

-the doodles below were my earlier concepts, so Nightfall has green eyes before I realized it’s much more fitting for xem to have orange eyes

okay, okay, story time (because I realized the ‘short’ version was getting very extensive):

Maybe it had started in the very first world she spawned in. A brilliant blue sky that stretched over jagged, looming cliffs with forests scattered underneath. Trickling waterfalls and bubbling lava pits here and there. The natural beauty of the world left Leapday in awe and eager to explore what other wonders lay beyond the horizon.

It must have started with the first tree she broke, a squat little oak, one of hundreds in the forest. When the leaves of that little oak had all fallen, saplings littered the grassy floor. She should’ve been excited, feel triumphant even by taking down the tree, after all it’s how the journey had to start. Except, all that Leapday could see was the awkward gap in the canopy from the absence of the little oak. It felt like an itch unscratched, nagging and uncomfortable. Well that wouldn’t do.

They scooped up all the saplings littering the floor and planted one in the same dirt plot the little oak was uprooted from. Then they planted a few more just for good measure. The unease lingered, but planting the saplings felt good. It felt right. Now their adventure could truly begin!

——

In this world, Leapday’s only companions were the pigs and sheep that he passed on his journey, though he would argue, if there were someone to argue with, that the world itself brought him company enough. That the days and nights passing was a conversation between the universe and Leapday, and thus a consistent companion. And what gifts did the universe provide for him to find! Rushing rivers that fed into powerful oceans, plenty of trees to sleep in and collect, and mountains to climb with the best views of the sunset. Never a dull moment for him as there was always something new to experience and see.

However, despite all its gifts, the universe was slow to explain the finer mechanics of the world, such as health to Leapday. A week of traversing through thick forests and steep cliffs left them battered and bruised. They learned how to gauge the distance of a drop and how to place blocks to minimize the pain in their ankles from falls. A similar pain gnawed from the inside of their stomach, which they discovered was briefly satiated by devouring the apples that fell from the trees.

During one climb up a particularly harrowing cliff, Leapday learned about the unforgiving weight of sand by placing it under her feet in order to reach the next ledge. The block had crumbled in a near instant, sending her plummeting towards the ground. Instead of hitting the hard rocks below, she splashed into a stream from a nearby waterfall. When she had dragged herself onto land and her heart had steadied to a more familiar pace, she let out a fit of bewildered laughter that overwhelmed the panic from moments ago. She knew falls much shorter than this one could take days to recover from, so what kind of pain would she be in if she hadn’t gotten lucky and fallen in the stream? Something cold ran through her and sank to the pit of her stomach. Dread of what could have been, what could still be if she wasn’t more careful. She resolved to never find out what would happen. How unfortunate that her next fall would be into a pit of lava, the very one she had been camping at throughout the nights.

He was being careful, more so than he had been for the first week in this world anyways. That didn’t seem to matter because he had still slipped when placing the block before him and fallen. It was his first respawn, and it introduced him to a few new things like a punch to the face. The first revelation was the agony of burning to death, and death itself. He curled into himself, crying at the phantom feeling of the lava eating at his flesh. The intense heat and how the lava had trapped him in place and burned. It was a twisted version of the warmth of the sun, which was shining down on him and in comparison felt as cool as the air in caves. The second realization came slowly as the memory of fire ebbed. Their knuckles no longer popped and their joints no longer ached. The tightness in their muscles had vanished, leaving softer tissue on the bone and the emptiness in their stomach no longer hurt. They felt new and full of energy, ready to begin their journey again. How strange they had forgotten what this felt like. White scars from their oldest injuries and freckles from sun touched skin still littered their body. They had died, but now were in perfect health again. Leapday took in her surroundings, her face lighting up with delight at the sight of a familiar oak tree. It had grown into quite the study tree since the start of her adventure. Soon after her reunion, Leapday discovered her now empty inventory when she reached for blocks to place in order to climb the canopy. The absence of stacks of logs, dirt, and sand had her racing towards the lava pit before her mind could catch up. Panic pushed her feet to run faster and dodge every obstacle. She ignored nicks from branches in her way and the sting of sharp rocks on her bare feet. The timer was ticking down. Her items would be gone- she just had to- if she wasn’t fast enough-

She burst through the tree line and was greeted by the familiar heavy heat of the lava pit. The sight of it made her recoil out of fear of falling back in even from many blocks away. On shaky legs, she circled the perimeter and searched for her items. The timer was still ticking, but they were nowhere to be seen! She crept as close as she dared to the lava and swept her eyes across the surface of the pool. Then she darted into the surrounding trees looking high and low.

Nothing.

No logs. No saplings or dirt or anything!

This was their third lesson. You lose items after death, and lava destroys those items.

Don’t die, especially not in lava, and don’t lose your items.

Now they had to start over, and this time not dying proved to be harder than expected. More falls and similar accidents happened. Zombies began appearing, persistent in their pursuit of Leapday’s flesh. Then skeletons, creepers, and spiders appeared and introduced many more ways one could die. The pain from the deaths hurt, but they became mundane as weeks turned to months. Loosing items became more painful and frightening when Leapday discovered crafting. More time and resources were needed to start over after dying with crafted items, so they took to the world underground. They followed their instinct to craft pickaxes and torches, to chip away at the stone in search of more sturdy materials. They crafted their first stone pickaxe and found it to be superior to the wooden one.

Maybe it truly started with that wooden pickaxe. When she crafted the stone tools, the wooden pickaxe sat in her hotbar, still good for half a day’s work but now obsolete. It had served her well to progress her journey, a necessary step, but it felt wrong to simply set it aside. It felt like the gap in the canopy all over again, but she very well couldn’t plant the pickaxe in the ground and solve her unease. Not sure what else to do, she attached it to her hip and went on with her day. She wouldn’t destroy it or toss it, she would simply carry it with her until she found what she needed to do with it next. It became her new companion (it was her first crafted tool. It was the first and therefore the only one that would ever exist).

Now equipped with wood and stone blocks, Leapday built their base over their mine. The wooden pickaxe found its place over the doorway leading outside, marking the build as their home. It felt right, so they continued their expansions. Farms were planted along a nearby river and fences placed to corral cows and sheep. Torches were the one item they were generous with. They were thrown across their property liberally since their light would deter creepers spawning too close for comfort.

During a thunderstorm that had picked up abruptly one morning, Leapday poked around at their communicator. It was a lightweight device that had been attached to their forearm since first spawning into the world and never disappeared after dying. After lots of fiddling with the different menus and buttons on the screen, they came across YouCraft. It was an archive of videos made by other players scattered across the universe, documenting their own worlds and progress! With the storm still crashing down around Leapday’s base, they curled up in bed and began watching the first video that caught their eye. It turned out that he had lots more to learn about the universe! After waiting out the storm, and then the night, by watching these videos, he learned about other biomes and blocks still left to discover as well as potions, enchanting, and other dimensions! A dragon was where this journey led for most players, though some took their time getting to it. Above all, he realized he needed diamonds. Diamonds were what every player sought due to their strength, but they were rare and dangerous to collect being so deep underground. They were needed to further Leapday’s journey however, so collecting them became his top goal. Quickly he learned how impossible achieving this goal would be. Well, it seemed impossible after spending days underground chipping at the cold stone and coming up empty. Strange echoes rang through the tunnels and more than a few times paranoia of something (or someone. He had heard the legends of Herobrine) sneaking up on him was enough to make him hole up for hours. Grey, grey stone that went on for miles. Grey cobblestone trailed behind him when his inventory filled. Leapday found other minerals, but the sparkling teal of diamonds still lay buried elsewhere. He mined for so long he began to doubt that the rare mineral even generated in this world. That only grey existed. That was until he broke away the next layer of stone before him and found himself staring uncomprehending at the bits of teal poking through stone. Uncontainable joy broke through his shock like sunlight through parting storm clouds. They were real! Diamonds were real and right in front of him! Invigorated with new energy, Leapday got to work extracting the diamonds just as they had seen others do. The amount paled in comparison to the stacks other players had, but in that moment he didn’t care. It was enough to have found them and confirm they even existed in this world. That weeks of sore arms digging at indifferent stone and unsteady gravel caches falling finally amounted to their new prized possession.

By the time he arrived back at his base, the novelty of finding diamonds began to wear off. He had to admit it was a measly amount. Just barely enough for a diamond pickaxe. What good would a stronger pickaxe be with no enchantments or replacements for when it broke? It had taken so long to find just a few diamonds what were the chances of finding more? No, they wouldn’t craft anything with the rare mineral until they had enough for spares and back ups. So back to the mines they went, and excruciatingly slow they found more, and continued to reason that crafting them was a poor decision. What if an accident happened and they couldn’t get back to their stuff? If they were swallowed by a pit of lava? So much time would be spent only to be wasted. Almost like their thoughts and fears had manifested it, a freak lava incident happened not long after. Leapday had been feeling good that day, so good because their most recent mining trip had yielded 13 diamonds and another cluster just across a lava lake. As they bridged across the lake, plans of finally crafting their collection of diamonds began to form making them giddy. It was the type of giddy that made any obstacle feel like child’s play and beyond consequence. That they finally could start progressing on their journey once more. It was enough to distract Leapday from the crunch of gravel under their feet and for their pickaxe to swing off its mark into the unsteady floor. The ground gave way and sent her tumbling into the lava.

She woke up screaming in her bed. Screaming from agony of ghostly flames that ate flesh, and then from loss and frustration. It wasn’t fair! Her luck had just turned up for the best and now all of it was gone! Every plan to use the diamonds tossed out the window and into a burning pit of despair. How stupid of her to not notice the gravel! All that time for nothing! She should have called it a day and come up 13 diamonds richer with plenty of levels for enchanting. All her gear and tools and items from mineshafts would still be intact, but no. Her head was too far in the clouds and now it was gone. She hadn’t even had the foresight to mark the cave to return to, so sure of her victory. There would be no hope navigating the twisting and sprawling tunnels below, and even if she tried to go back, the sight of lava would probably be enough to make her hurl. Fat tears began dripping down her face as she cursed and wallowed. They blurred his vision, so with a few steadying breaths and a final gross sniffle, he wiped at his eyes. Then he went to swing his legs over the bed to pick up the pieces of his day and froze. On his hand, both hands actually, were thick black smudges of… of something. What was that? He reached up to his face and traced the wet tear tracks with a clean finger. It too came away covered in the strange goop. An incredulous laugh burst from him, which evolved into hysterical crying. More tears fell from his eyes and he let them. The tangled web of grief in his chest unraveling as he did so, and he felt the last of his energy drain away until-

Sunlight trickled through the curtains and roused Leapday from their sleep. Birds were chirping and the familiar sounds of the animals grazing and leaves rustling cradled their mind while the events of the previous day trickled back to them. They felt heavy and gross. Their eyes crusty and mouth dry as a desert were a sure sign of their emotional distress. Disappointment felt like stones being dropped on them when they pulled up their empty inventory. It really was all gone. They let their head flop back onto their pillow and took a steadying breath, trying to recount the reasons they should get out of bed. Maybe they would stick to the joys of the world above ground for a month or two. Take up weaving or painting. They had plenty of resources to finally build a barn and an expansion to the house. Maybe they would go with a grassy roof.

Yeah. That could be alright. With one final sigh, Leapday pushed themself up off their bed and dragged themself over to their cauldron to clean up. They could see from their reflection that only a few faint smudges remained on their face, which they gently wiped away. Crying black goop was probably not normal now that their mind was more stable to think it over. Or maybe it was normal? It had never happened before, but the players on YouCraft all had their own quirks that Lepaday lacked, so maybe it was normal for them?

It turned out the inky tears were a new normal. From that incident onward, whenever they experienced a great sense of loss the strange tears formed and sank into the ground. They appeared when Leapday lost their first wolf companion and when they accidentally deleted a creative world full of builds of an ambitious project.

Meanwhile…

in another world…

In Hels, black goop bubbled to the surface of a sea of lava. From a distance, the surface seemed its usual hungry self, shifting and popping as it patiently waited for Hels and its inhabitants to finally crumble in. The goop was not consumed by its hunger however. It stretched towards the netherrack shore like a snake in water. Once it had gathered all of itself onto more solid ground, it sat and waited for more of itself to arrive, bouncing and bubbling over the terrain in the meantime. They could only wait so long however, after all, there was much to collect and preserve and too little time to do so.

And it’s finished! Whew, I don’t typically write, so this was a lot to work on amidst all my finals projects (totally worth it tho! It was great practice). I wasn’t planning on writing so much about leapday, but then I realized the interesting potential of writing about players when they’re new to the world. If they are akin to gods, they still enter the world with a lot to learn. The goop at the end is Nightfall, who then went on to travel Hels and collect as many blocks and items as xe could before xe came across the city Evil X established. At first they were incredibly overwhelmed by the amount of stuff to preserve in the city and mostly stuck to collecting free scraps and garbage. It probably did something to gain the attention of a member of the Order of Remembrance, who taught Nightfall about their goals and a few things about how society/Hels worked. From there, Nightfall set off to establish a massive collection and documentation of anything and everything, working with people in the process but also quite an eccentric personality that can be quite a hermit when buried in paperwork (not many people are willing to do paperwork as diligently as Nightfall)

Also, YouCraft is YouTube in the Minecraft world :P I felt I needed to separate it from our version of mcyt because in this universe the characters are real and making videos about their lives rather than people playing a video game (at least that’s how I’m headcanoning it)

thank you @silverskye13 for providing some more lore about Hels and the Order of Remembrance (as well as Redstone and Skulk as a whole <3) as well as inspiring me to keep trying to improve my writing and thank you to @/yayforocs for inspiring me to finally make my own rns OCs and this post :3

[sunnyknight-original]

Main sona - Arch - 2025 ref sheet!! + Theme song :3

“I sew on patches of my own soul”

“Take your time and we’ll be just fine”

Oh BOY Ive had Arch for a WHILE I joined the furry community back in 5th grade (yeesh) and basically changed fursonas every month because I was 11 years old and bad at commitment. NEVER FOUND *THE ONE* up until 3 (almost 4) ((oh my god)) years ago!

Arch is my babyy… Love em and their design has hardly changed!? well aside from the first one… we dont talk about them

THE FIRST ONES ARE ALWAYS ROUGH LOOKING LEAVE EM ALONE, (Fich is no exception im still…working on that) you can see there actually, Felicity was originally named Arch, took em, then brought Feli back and game xem that name NHFCNHCD

but anywho! This guy is by far my most special guy, cherish em

also they bleed every color cause I thought it was funny

[sickly-sapphic]

[ID: A swirly background with the nonbinary flag colours - white, yellow, purple and black - as the background to all slides. Text reads; it's Nonbinary Awarensss Week... ...but what is nonbinary? Background by GaboBuasczyck (pinterest).

What is Nonbinary? In its simplest definition, nonbinary just means outside of the male-female gender binary. Some consider it under the umbrella of trans or genderqueer, others say genderqueer is under the nonbinary umbrella! Either way, not *all* nonbinary people will be transgender or genderqueer - it's its own identity!

Queer Gender Experiences. Everybody's experience with being nonbinary differs. Some people are just nonbinary, some may be nonbinary men or women. Nonbinary people can be transgender, transfeminine, transmasculine, transneutral and/or cisgender. Some people identify with multiple labels - like genderqueer, agender, genderfluid and/or demigender.

Nonbinarism & Pronouns. There's a common misconceptions that all nonbinary people use exclusively they/them pronouns. In reality, nonbinary people use an array of different pronouns. Some do use they/them, some use it/its, some use neopronouns such as xe/xem and fae/faer, some use nounself pronouns like bunself or starself and some use she/her and/or he/him. Many use multiple sets! Pronouns are deeply personal, and they give no indication of gender.

Nonbinarism & Sexuality. There are many jokes regarding nonbinary sexuality. Nonbinary sexuality comes in all shapes and sizes! Depending on their relationship with gender, sex and love, nonbinary people might identify as strictly lesbian, gay/vincian or straight, but some may feel more comfortable under labels like sapphic, achillean, toric, trixic, diamoric or enbian. Many nonbinary people also sit under the mspec and aspec umbrellas.

Nonbinarism & Intersexuality. There's a common myth that intersex people are just "cis nonbinary" or that they're proof of nonbinary peoples existance. In reality, intersex isn't even a gender (though some intersex people may use it as their gender label too) and nonbinary people are the proof of nonbinary existance. Some intersex people do still feel most comfortable as cis nonbinary, but this is a personal identity and NOT the definition of intersex.

Nonbinarism & Race. While I can't talk on personal experience, I did want to bring light on the face that race also impacts gender identity. The societal boxes or ideals of manhood and womanhood are usually centred around *white* womanhood and manhood. Some people of colour & indigenous people find the label of nonbinary useful to explain the disconnect with their birth gender due to these ideals.

Nonbinarism & Disability. Similar to the last side, the boxes of womanhood and manhood are often also focused on able-bodied people. This can leave disabled people feeling they don't really fit in the man or woman boxes. So, some disabled people use nonbinary, or nonbinary woman/man to explain this disconnect or to step outside the boxes they've been excluded from.

Don't forget about... hyperfeminine nonbinary people, religious nonbinary people, nonbinary people of colour, cis nonbinary people, lesbian, gay and straight nonbinary people, plural nonbinary people, hypermasculine nonbinary people, disabled nonbinary people, fat nonbinary people, non-dysphoric nonbinary people, indigenous nonbinary people, intersex nonbinary people, nonbinary people living through genocide.

Happy Nonbinary Awareness Week. 8th July - 14th July. End ID]

[ticklishnoob]

“EEEEK!! DONT TICKLE ME..!!”

Lee noob blog!

Owns the ler c00lkidd blog, @evillerkidd

(While editing this my power went off. - sharky)

BIGG LEE!! Ticklish on his sides, stomach and paws!

Cant ler:3 impossible..

Will bother survivors/killers just to get them to tickle him!

Noob has paws and tail!

Now, what is a lee? Well, In tickling language, "Ler" is the person who is doing the tickling, while "Lee" is the person who is being tickled. These terms are commonly used in the online tickling community to differentiate between the tickler and the ticklee in role-playing scenarios or discussions. - sharky

REAL QUICK BLOG RULES

Rules!

Dont be a dick, really.

You can ask suggestive asks, no nsfw.

No nsfw tickling, if you ask about it your getting blocked.

DONT RUSH ME! This is one of the most things that get me overwhelmed and overstimulated sometimes.

Info about the blog owner!

Sharky, elliot, tippers

Our blog owner is a agere!

Experienced in rps.

Xey/xem/they

Big fan of sfw blogs..

Check my @evillerkidd blog to check my other intro^_^

Bac 2 noob!

“Uuh.. uhhm.. hhi..:<“

Yes, bothers the killerz just 2 get tickled.

(HEY sorry popping in all interactions are sfw! I will ask this on every single ask. - sharky)

VERY SENSITIVE STOMACH..:3

Sometimes he gets spared by the killers! Jussst 2 get tickled

Stomach, sides, paws, CHOOSE UR PICK!

(I didnt make a ref for noob yet, so I’ll explain the ref dowwnn.. here! With the tags, and dni list!)

NOOB REF!

Noob is a dog, with ears and a fluffy tail! Star shaped pawpads, and soles. This pup is quite the mischievous one, with a green bandana around his neck, probably to protect it from the tickles. Behind the bandana is fluff! You can still reach his neck dw.

TAGS!!

Uh.. hi.. - answering asks

EEP! Oh.. you scared me.. - answering rp asks

WWuUUHH?? STAYING?! - rebloging rp asks

..oh.. your leaving? - rebloging asks

And finally.. DNI!

Dni to: Petplay, ageplay, nsfw only blogs, proshippers, dark shippers, proshippers who ship “aged up” minors, people talking about politics, mean people in general.

BAI HAVE FUN! (Made this for 2 rp blogs/ silly) @builderbrotherspizza @yourlocalrobloxceo

[rainbow-universe]

Smile Over the Fence

5 Times Your Neighbours Showed Up At Your Apartment +1 Time You Showed Up At Theirs You get new neighbours and meet them and their friends in varying ways.

first leverage fic lets gooooooooooo (haven't watched s3 of redemption yet but i am so excited to!!)

just a fun silly little leverage fic :))

title from his quote: “A good neighbor is a fellow who smiles at you over the back fence, but doesn’t climb over it.” from Arthur Baer

cross-posted on ao3

wc: 4k

1. your new neighbours have just moved in across the hall, but you haven’t met them yet. you’ve seen them, at a distance, but rarely. they moved in efficiently and effectively and it barely seems like you have neighbours. not that you're waiting at your door for them to come out, you have a life. work, chores, friends, things to do. but when you're wandering the halls, on your way out, coming back, you nod to the neighbours you see, give them a little wave, say hi in the mail room as you cross paths.

but your new neighbours, well, they seem interesting, and you offer them quick greetings as you pass by in hall, but you haven’t really met them yet. they don't seem the type to bring over a casserole to meet their new neighbours and you aren't either. but you suppose you'll keep passing them by in the halls and meet them eventually.

the first one you meet is Parker, when she drops down into your apartment from, where you later learn, the vents.

you’ve seen them around before so maybe you’re not as freaked out as you should be to have someone pop out of nowhere in your apartment.

you introduce yourself and ask if they’re from across the hall. her face scrunches, realizing this isn’t the intended apartment.

xe introduces xemself, and you get a name for the face. Parker.

“it’s nice to meet you,” you say, then offer aer food because you were just about to make some for yourself, why not make some for your unexpected guest too and get to know your new neighbour.

they’re a bit suspicious but accept. you ask xem to point out things they like from what you have, you whip something up, serve it on your breakfast counter and eat together in silence.

Parker had only eaten half their plate when she starts picking at it.

you knew not everyone had a good, or even neutral, relationship with food.

“did you want to take it home? have it for later? or if you’re done, we can throw it out, it’s ok. the majority of food waste doesn’t come from households,” you offer, concentrating on your own food so ae has time to process and think about it. “or, you can bring it home and decide later if you want to eat it or throw it out, or give it to a friend,” you add.

you wonder if xe likes chocolate. you offer xem some and she perks up, eyes brightening, so you grab it from the other counter.

“im not sure if it’s good or not … if you like it, you can have it.” you hold it out to aer.

they grab it and open it fast, precisely, aggressively, not giving the package an option of not opening. ae bites into it immediately. thinks about it.

“it’s good.”

you smile. you’d just bought that chocolate, but maybe you’d bought it to make new friends. “good. you can have it.”

she smiles and hums.

xe leaves a little later, deciding to take their leftovers home.

you pack it up in a container you’ll only be a little sad to lose if it doesn’t make its way back.

(and if pictures and other items start disappearing from your apartment, and then reappearing a few days later … well, maybe you have a ghost, and who were you to stop them?)

(and if you started leaving small chocolates in place of your missing items every once in a while? well, they sometimes got returned faster. maybe it wouldn’t be great for your wallet in the long run, but it seemed like a nice way to make friends, didn’t it?)

(and if your container showed up a week after Parker went home with it in the back of your cupboard … well, you’ll thank your ghost with an extra chocolate left by your missing lamp.)

2. the next neighbour that shows up to your apartment is Alec Hardison.

there’s a banging on your door. when you answer it, confused, your neighbour is immediately steamrolling into an explanation of how his wifi just went out and he’s in the middle of something urgent and doesn’t have time to fix his own and can he please come in and borrow your wifi for a bit?

you let him in but tell him that if he slows down your wifi afterwards because he’s still using it, you’ll call the super on him, so they’ll never have a moment of peace, that there’ll always be someone wandering in to check on the water pressure.

he agrees with an amused laugh, setting up on your couch. you tell him the wifi but get the sense that even if you didn’t, he’d be able to connect.

you have chores to do that afternoon and he’s still there, so you let him know that if he leaves before you get back to lock the door behind him.

he assures you he will, and you leave him to it, grabbing your phone, wallet and whatever else you need.

he’s gone when you get back, space cleaned it up bar a few missed crumbs and a note in the middle of the coffee table with his name, number and a thanks for the wifi!, no other evidence he was ever there.

(except that in the coming weeks you get the sense that your wifi is a bit faster than usual …)

(you feel like you should bake cookies.)

3. the next time it happens, it’s late and you’re just getting in bed when you hear someone at the door.

there’s scraping and muttering and you pre-dial emergency services, but don’t hit ‘call’ yet, as you creep forward, wondering if it’s just a drunk neighbour at the wrong door or a really bad (and loud) thief.

you realize who it is after they break in, thanks to his grumbling. Eliot, one of your other neighbours, the grumpy one, from what you’ve (over)heard and seen at a distance, but a good cook from the brief mentions from the other two.

he’s stumbling about in your apartment, mumbling about …

oh. he may not be drunk, but you think he’s at least in shock, drugged, intoxicated, injured something bad, maybe, because he’s fumbling around, complaining to his partners, not seeming to realize it’s not their place. you turn your phone off.

he’s grumbling to Parker about why’d xe have to hide the first aid kit, he can patch himself up himself thank you very much, he doesn’t need help and dammit Hardison why’d you have to change the lights again?, opening cupboards in your dim streetlight-lit kitchen.

you sneak to your bathroom, grab the first aid kit there and place it on the kitchen counter when his back is turned, sliding back into the shadows, though you don’t quite know why.

he turns and sees it. huffs and says, “i know you’re still upset but thanks,” to the empty air, expecting someone to be able to hear it, hiding in the shadows. not you, though. these words, softer than you’ve even heard him speak, aren’t intended for you. this version of him, more tired than you’ve seen him, soft, open, vulnerable, isn't meant for you.

and maybe that’s why. because he thinks he’s in his safe space, and able to be vulnerable with people important to him, but here you are. an intruder in your own apartment, on accident in this moment, and you don’t want him to feel like he has to pull his mask up again.

(you may know a thing or two about that.)

he takes the kit to the living room, sits on the couch with everything laid out on the coffee table and gets to work patching himself up.

you step quietly into the kitchen, hoping he doesn’t catch you and get startled, grab some painkillers and fill a glass of water. you carry it over to where he sits.

you think maybe he’s so tired, from the pain, from the loneliness, from the day, and he really thinks he’s in his own apartment that it’s normal, not out of place, to hear the almost silent sounds of people sneaking around, that he doesn’t look up.

you place the water and painkillers on the side table, and with one last look (wondering if he needs anything else), you go to your room, hoping you won’t have to wake him from his tired delusion if he tries to come to the bedroom.

he doesn’t and soon enough you fall asleep.

you find him still asleep on your couch in the morning and you think that adjusting the blanket over him would probably wake him up, so you leave him be and get to work in the kitchen, quiet as possible.

he wakes up when you’re on your second set of pancakes.

you watch him out of the corner of your eye as he sits up, clocks the first aid kit on the coffee table, then the familiar unfamiliar room. he looks your way and you give him a small smile.

“hope you don’t have any allergies, i made breakfast.” you nod at the plate laid out on the counter.

he silently walks over. suspiciously, carefully. but lowers himself into the seat and slowly brings a piece to his mouth.

this is the cook of the family, and you’re slightly terrified of not meeting his expectations. you try to focus on the batter on the pan in front of you but can’t help glancing at him to gauge his reaction.

he continues eating, a little faster, and you smile proudly to yourself, feeling like you’ve received approval from Gordon Ramsey, or a middle school date’s parents.

you don’t say much, just offer him more and make sure he knows what sort of toppings and beverages you have, eventually standing across him on the other side of the counter, eating your own breakfast, mirroring when Parker visited the first time.

when he’s done, he thanks you in a quiet, gruff, but sincere, voice.

you smile. “no problem.”

he nods and leaves.

(a few days later you find that your coffee table no longer has one shorter leg, and your bookshelves are all even.)

(you think again that you should bake cookies but worry they wouldn’t hold up to Eliot’s standards.)

4. the fourth time it happens you feel you should really reevaluate your safety procedures and reactions, because there’s someone trying to break in again, and you’re just standing there.

in your defense, it’s happened before. and like then, you can hear the person on the other side muttering to themself. you were going to open if for them and save them the trouble, but you’d heard them when you’ve gotten closer.

“-can’t do it, ha! i’ll show them, he’ll have to take me seriously when i steal all his stuff and make his computer sing every time he opens it! he can’t just cut me out, that jerk! c’mon, i’ve done this before, why won’t this door open!”

you can’t help but feel for the person (kid? they sound younger than your neighbours) and leave them be, leaning back against the wall, allowing them this one victory, and wondering if you need to reevaluate your life because your friends would be very concerned if you told them that you let someone pick your lock.

“ah ha!”

…

“oh.” they stare.

you stare back. they look young, a young adult, wide eyed to have been caught breaking into your apartment, and not their intended location.

“good job.” (your friends would be so concerned) “they’re not back yet, i’m presuming you meant to break in across the hall? 7E vs 7F, happens all the time, anyways, you can chill here for a bit in the meantime, if you want. you hungry? i was just about to make myself a snack.”

they blink. cough. “uh, yah, ok.” unsure, but willing to take a break and snoop.

you introduce yourself and head to the kitchen, gesturing that they can make themself at the counter.

she tells you her name, Breanna.

you smile at her. “nice to meet you, cheese and crackers ok?”

“yah, sure.”

you pull out crackers from the cupboards and some cheese from the fridge and set about slicing it.

“how are you so chill about all this?”

you chuckle and shrug. “you’re not the first one to break into my apartment.”

“but why’d you let me keep going if you heard me? why not call the cops or something? honestly Hardison would’ve chewed me out if he caught me.”

you shrug. “probably should’ve, but, wasn’t the first time it’s happened, and it seemed like you needed a win, didn’t want to keep you from your goal.”

you plate the cheese and crackers on your charcuterie board, a little fancier than you’d been planning, but you had a guest which was a great excuse to be posher than usual.

midway through your snacks you speak up, “if you want to get in a little faster, there’s a spare key hidden by the fire alarm at the end of the hall.” you shrug innocently, making another cheese and cracker sandwich. “just in case you wanted to … i dunno, impress them with your speed and have more time for shenanigans.”

you don’t know Breanna. haven’t seen her around here before, and didn’t know if she actually was here for your neighbours across the hall, didn’t know if she actually knew them at all. but the grin she gave you (bright and mischievous) made you think of a younger sibling’s smile when they were about to annoy their older sibling.

(it was a smile you knew well, you’d seen it plenty times before.)

“thank you!” she was out of her chair and out the door, words left behind fading and leaving you in silence once more.

you lock the door behind her and clean up the kitchen.

(really, if they didn’t want their place broken into, it’d either be secure enough already, or it’d be a good reminder for them to update their security. it’d be good for them.)

5.

the final time … a man is sent to your door.

there’s a knock one day and you’re wondering if it’s one of your Neighbours (across the hall) or one of your neighbours (anyone else in the building). you answer it and don’t recognize the person standing there. “hello?”

“hi, i’m Harry Wilson, i know-” he points to the door across the hall “-your neighbours, i was sent here to ask if i could use your balcony?”

you stare at him. you think he might usually be a confident man from the way he wears his suit, but he seems too business-like to know your neighbours (not that you actually know what they do) and he seems out of his depth. you wonder how he knows them (if he knows them.)

“who sent you?” you raise an eyebrow. you need to be sure before letting this 9-5 businessman into your apartment.

“Sophie and Hardison, and, um-” he frowns.

(he has an adorable frown.)

you don’t know a Sophie (other than Mrs. Tiller’s cat from 11C, but you doubt a cat sent him) but your phone buzzes in your pocket and you take it out.

it’s from Hardison.

he’s with us, u can trust him.

can we use ur balcony for a bit?

Harry’s harmless, dw about him, he was an evil lawyer but he’s doing better now :)

you’re not sure what ‘with them now’ means, and you’re not sure if you want to know, plausible deniability and all, but you're proud you were right about the business type.

you look back up at Harry, consideringly. you step back and open the door wider, gesturing him in. “c’mon in then.”

“thank you,” he smiles.

(he has a nice smile.)

you lead him across you apartment (feeling a little self-conscious at the homey mess that it is) and open the balcony door for him. “here you are.”

“thank you,” he repeats, and goes outside.

you watch him a moment, closing the door slowly, hearing talk to himself in a not-talking-to-himself sort of way (“yes, i have a view of the front of the restaurant and the alley…”) and wonder again just what sort of shenanigans your neighbours get into.

feeling a little confused, unsettled, off-balance, curious … you don’t quite know, you head to your kitchen and set about getting snacks ready.

you assemble a tray and with a deep breath, you take it out to the balcony.

“i brought snacks, may i join you?”

“oh, you didn’t have to, um-” he glances down at the street, whatever’s going on there “-sure, and, uh, if i start talking to myself …”

you wave him off, spreading the snacks out. “won’t hear a thing.”

he smiles, a bit embarrassed, self-conscious, awkward, you’re not sure, but he takes some of the snacks and you eat together, the wind and traffic carrying the conversation between you.

“so. i'm told you were a lawyer?”

he laughs. “an evil lawyer. i quit my practice, trying … i'm trying to do better now, help people instead.”

“a self-declared former evil lawyer. how very … good, of you. it’s good that you’re trying to help people.”

he smiles and you think he’s a bit self-conscious about it, not yet comfortable being a ‘good guy’, but you think he’ll be good at it, if it means this much to him to … redeem himself.

he shifts and you stay silent, sensing his attention has been called back to his work, and the reason you’re out on your balcony.

he responds to presumably the voices in his head, a hidden earpiece, ghosts, maybe…

you fall into companionable silence, but every once in a while, between his … work … talk, he turns and asks you questions about yourself. you return them and end up spending hours talking about all sorts of things under the sun. you find out you like similar things and he makes you laugh more than anyone not in your friend group has been able to in a while.

(and maybe when he’s distracted by relaying the comings and goings of the restaurant's back door you find yourself glancing to see if he wears a wedding ring. he doesn’t. you tell yourself not to think about it so much.)

you go inside in the middle of one of his one-sided conversations, as much as you wanted to stay (it’s amusing to watch after all), you were growing cold and hungry again, you hadn’t realized how long you’d stayed there. so you pack up the dishes and carry them inside and start on dinner, not being able to keep yourself from glancing out the window every once in a while.

it’s almost ready and you’re about to pull out dishes for two, when he comes back inside in a rush.

you raise your eyebrows, a small smile gracing your face.

“i have to go, thank you for everything,” he says on his way out.

“no problem,” you call after him. (at least you hadn’t got out dishes yet.)

you hear him pause at the door. he pops his head back around the corner. “it was really nice to meet you.”

you smile. “yah.”

then he leaves. you lock the door behind him and finish up, serving yourself and sitting at your counter to eat. alone.

(if you have to put on some music or move to the couch to watch a show so it’s not so quiet… well, there was no one to know anyway.)

+1 you don’t talk to you neighbours a lot, in fact you don’t see them all that often either. but their missing presence seems even more pronounced in the following weeks. (you feel like your plants are judging you, smitten after just one meeting??.) maybe they’re just busy, or travelling, or working, or you’re just missing each other every time, but it’s been a while since you’ve seen any of them. (and if you’re a little more eager to one of them in particular? well, that will stay between you and your plants.)

finally, on one of your days off, you take matters into your own hands and start baking.

you make two kinds of cookies, because you panicked and worried that not everyone would like one kind.

you assemble a plate to take over, hype yourself up, put your phone in your pocket, make sure your door’s unlocked so you won’t get locked out (but would it be the worst thing in the world if they had to help you break into your own apartment? … yes, if they weren’t at their apartment and you ended up locked out with only cookies for company), and knock on your neighbours’ door.

“hello?”

you don’t recognize the person who opens the door and immediately panic and wonder if they’ve moved out or if they never lived here in the first place, but then you hear Parker’s voice in the background asking who’s there.

“Sophie? who is it?” ae pops up behind Sophie and waves when she sees you. “hi!”

“hi, i brought, uh-”

“cookies!” the plate is out of your hands before you know it, brought up close to Parker’s face as xe inhales the scent of the freshly baked cookies.

you point out the two kinds. “i, uh, wasn’t sure what you liked so i made two different ones, i hope that’s ok.”

“ooooh yay!! more cookies!!” xe cheers and they’re off, disappearing with the cookies.

you hear more voices from the depth of the apartment, you think it’s Hardison who asks Parker who it was.

“um.” you’re about to return to your apartment, quest to deliver your cookies (and check that your neighbours still existed) accomplished, when you hear Hardison’s voice call out, inviting you in to share the cookies.

Sophie must take pity on your panicked expression at being put on the spot, because she offers again. “you should join us, the cookies will be gone before you know it.”

you glance back at your apartment. “i, uh, let me just go lock up.”

Sophie smiles at you.

you dash inside, make sure you have your phone and keys and panic about going into their apartment. they’ve all been inside of yours at this point (except for Sophie … that you know of), but this will be the first time you’ll be seeing theirs and it scares you more than you can explain.

but you decide, ‘gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, baby!’, and leave your apartment, locking it behind you and seeing Sophie still standing there with the door open and a gentle smile on her face.

you go in, toeing your shoes off at the door. Sophie leads you to their living room where Parker, Hardison, Eliot, Breanna and Harry are sitting.

they greet you enthusiastically and warmly when they notice you’ve joined them, complimenting your baking skills.

you laugh. “i was worried i wouldn’t meet your standards but im glad you like them.”

Hardison and Eliot wrangle the plate from Parker to offer you one, you take a cookie, and Breanna quickly steals the plate next.

you end up sitting next to Harry, who sends you a soft smile.

(you don’t catch they teasing looks the others send Harry afterwards.)

you get to witness them acting like the family they are, banter, affection, food fights and all, laughing with them until your sides hurt.

(and if Harry’s eyes lingered a bit too long on your form when you weren’t looking, well… no one needed to know.)

(and if he was noticed by his family teammates, … well then they’d do the only thing to do, tease him about it and urge him to ask you out.)

(and if after you left, the teasing got worse, well, Harry’d leave the apartment to get out of range of their lighthearted barbs.)

(and if instead of going outside like he’d said he was going to, he ended up across the hall and got up the courage to knock, well then you’d open it and invite him in with a smile.)

(and if you two talked for hours before realizing how late it was, no one was there to call you out.)

(and if when he finally left, he asked you out on a date for later that week… well, you would’ve said yes.)

but even if that doesn't happen, you have fun.

~~~

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[sparklepool101]

Finding Family (on accident) - Sonic Movieverse Human AU Fic

"To make it abundantly clear, none of this had been the plan. Not kind-of-sort-of taking in a kid, not adopting another, and certainly not losing the first kid. But hell, here Vector was. And he wouldn't change it for anything."

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To make it abundantly clear, none of this had been the plan. Vector had packed his bags and moved to the big city at eighteen to be alone. A self-made, self-sufficient man. His own family sucked, and he could never keep many friends (good ones, anyways) so he decided, fuck it. He didn't need any of them. He'd start his own detective agency. He'd make it big and help as many people as he could.

And for several years, it was going great. Once he found his footing the cases came steady. Sure they weren't luxurious and sometimes the pay wasn't great, but he was doing just fine. He had bought his own building for the agency, small and in the bad part of town, but nothing Vector couldn't handle. Besides, it had two whole floors of living space above the business.

Then the kid started hanging around. He was a small, silent thing. Always peeking around the doors and ducking out of sight. Vector had brushed it off as one of the local kids, curious but ultimately harmless. That is until he started tagging along on cases. The kid would sneak inside his car to join along and follow him for blocks on foot. Vector had even caught him trying to climb in through windows. One case led to another, and soon Vector is making an extra lunch every day to take along on investigations. He started leaving the front door unlocked for the kid. When he finally started talking to Vector (really talking, not just asking questions about the case or arguing about how he should go home), he learned his name was Espio, he had just turned nine, and he wanted nothing more than to be a detective himself one day. The kid didn't listen when Vector tried to explain that he wasn't technically a detective since he didn't work with the police. He was a private investigator.

As much as Vector tried to deter the kid, he came along on every job he found out about (and damn the kid was good because Vector had yet to keep a job hidden). Soon one of the spare rooms had been converted into a "guest" room for when Espio insisted on staying over for the weekends they were deep into a case, claiming that his parents knew and were fine with it. (And Vector knows that he should have asked more questions, god does he know that, but the kid never came over dirty or hungry. Vector never saw any marks or wounds. He attended school regularly and had the report cards to prove it. There had been no signs for him to catch. Nothing that couldn't have been explained away by paranoia.) Espio offhandedly mentions his birthday having been last week and Vector conveniently buys himself a second game controller and some co-op games after the next check is cashed. Vector gets a call from his mom on his birthday and the next day Espio has left a store-bought birthday card on the kitchen table. They both pretend they don't notice.

Two years pass in their strange routine before the next flaw in Vector's plan. It was a kidnapping case. Two idiots with loan shark debt up to their eyes trying to get ransom money. Idiotic on all levels, shoddy in execution, and laughably easy to track down. There were three children involved in total. One gets picked up within five minutes of receiving the call, a dad who scoops his daughter into a bone-crushing hug the second he sees her. The other's mom isn't able to check her phone until her shift ends but arrives as soon as she can. She was the one who hired them and handed the duo all the cash in her wallet on top of what she had already paid. She doesn't take no for an answer, and on the way out the door informs her child that there is ice cream waiting for xem at home. The third is unable to give them a phone number to call, saying that he hadn't had time to memorize the newest one.

His name was Charmy Smith, and when Vector finally had to call social services for help finding his parents, they recognized his name immediately. His social worker was sent over and thanks Vector just as much as any of the other parents. Charmy is having dinner on the couch, watching Espio try and fail to beat a boss battle. The social worker starts explaining things (that in hindsight, Vector knows wasn't allowed and a complete breach of privacy, but Sarah had been so stressed he never reported her for it). How Charmy had been a fire station drop off, with a note giving his name and nothing else. He was only a few days old and they had found drugs in his system. The toddler had no health problems, but the mark on his record had scared off most prospective parents.

Charmy's current foster family hadn't even bothered to report him missing until that morning, so there was no way he was able to go back there. Sarah had gone on and on about how worried she was about the kid, how many placements he had gone through, and how he was such a "difficult" child for some of the parents. Vector hadn't seen any of that in the hours they had spent together. The kid was hyperactive, sure, but he was also three. What three-year-old wasn't loud and excited half the time?

Vector found himself asking about what would even be required of a foster parent. One month later he was helping Charmy move into his new bedroom. By the end of the year, he was signing adoption papers. What could he say, the kid had dug his way into his heart.

So sue him if the plan to be alone hadn't worked out. Vector got used to the routine of having the two kids in his life. He loved coming home from meeting with a prospective client to Espio teaching Charmy how to play video games. His walls had slowly been overtaken by crayon drawings, and he couldn't have been prouder of each and every one. Espio came home over every day right after school, and it was fun to hear the now thirteen-year-old complain about teachers and classmates. Occasionally Vector could even offer some advice. He got used to baking birthday cakes from scratch as a team and waking up because Charmy had snuck into his bed during the night to cuddle. Maybe it was for the better that the plan had failed. He had wanted to help people, and he was.

Then Espio vanished without a trace.

There were no signs. No warnings. Nothing. The teen didn't own a phone to call or track, and Espio had never said anything about his family. Not even his last name.

(and god should Vector have asked more questions)

It took several months of worry and dread to finally stumble upon a lead. It was all based upon thoughtless back-alley gossip and chatter, of an influential family that got busted for major white-collar crimes. Of allegations of child neglect and possibly even abuse. Of (former) employees and staff coming forward with stories that made Vectors stomach clench.

And a family photo published in the newspaper, after far too much time, with an all too familiar face on the front page.

A few more connections and bribes later, Vector finally had his lead. It was shaky at best, with only a slim chance of actually leading to who Vector was really looking for, but there was still a chance. Vector had no choice but to follow up on it.

Supposedly, according to the source, the Masuda family had wanted to save as much face as possible and pulled some strings to have their son sent out of state. Supposedly, according to the records that Sarah had peeked at, the only foster care placement sent out of state that matched Espio's description and lined up with the timeline was to Montana.

So Vector packed up their run-down pick-up truck and took Charmy on an impromptu road trip to Green Hills.

Despite its name, the town wasn't particularly mountainous. With no other leads on where to go, Vector stopped by the local police station to talk to the town sheriff and ask if he knew anything. When he arrived at the police station to talk to the sheriff, he was told to just visit his house instead if it was urgent.

"If it's not," The deputy said, "Then please just wait the day, or let me know if I can help! Tom's really particular about keeping his PTO family-oriented and not getting dragged into work if he can help it. Which I totally get."

The sheriff's house was deep in the woods and almost disgustingly picturesque. From the peek at his desk that Vector had gotten, the man had a wife and son, as well as a fucking golden retriever. It was so stereotypically "suburban nuclear family" you could almost ignore how the woods nearly swallowed up the house.

"Alright, hop out champ," Vector told Charmy, finally undoing the last buckle on his car seat.

"Do they have Espi'?"

"That's what we're here to find out. You remember protocol?"

"You talk, I take notes." Charmy held on tightly to his small notebook and crayon. He couldn't write yet, but he had picked up the habit of scribbling while listening, thanks to Espio, the group's designated note-taker.

They rang the doorbell and waited thirty-two and a half seconds for someone to answer. The sheriff's assumed wife answered the door.

"Pardon our interruption." He said, taking off his fedora. "My name is Vector Edwards, PI. I was hoping to speak to the sheriff if possible. It's urgent."

The woman stared him down for a moment. "What about?"

"I'm investigating the disappearance of a child named Espio Masuda. He's thirteen years old with black hair and-"

Charmy rushed into the house, ducking past the woman's legs. Before Vector could scold the boy or apologize, he peeked into the house.

There were two young teens, one with blue hair halfway down the stairs and another with plum hair and Charmy wrapped around his legs. It takes another moment for Vector to realize that Espio has dyed his hair. Vector enters the house as well, without a second thought, and kneels next to Espio, hurriedly checking him over, asking if he's alright.

"You looked for me?" Espio asks, shutting everything down in an instant. The question is so small, so simple, but so painful. His eyes are wide and starting to water.

"You thought we wouldn't?" Is all Vector can think to say. It was such an absurd question. Of course they had looked.

Then Espio is hugging him, face pressed into his shoulder as he begins to shake. It's the first time the boy has ever initiated contact himself. Charmy squeezes into the hug as well, snug between his two favorite people. When Espio finally pulls away (with red, puffy eyes that no one will acknowledge), the woman is right there, with the other teen close to her side.

"Hello, I'm Maddie Wachowski, one of Espio's foster parents. I think we have a lot to talk about."

And they do. The other teen (Sonic, he learns) and Espio take Charmy to the living room to show him the gaming console. Maddie takes Vector onto the back porch. She talks for a while about how her husband is picking up snacks for the baseball game tonight, how Sonic is the star player, how wonderful of a kid Espio is, and how much they've loved getting to know him. Maddie asks how Vector knows the boy, still suspicious, and Vector tells her everything. As many details as he can remember.

After some more time to think, she agrees to explain the basics of Espio's situation.

"Any details are his to share." Vector couldn't agree more.

Her story lines up with everything that Vector has uncovered. He was sent out of state because of "special circumstances" (which Vector knows were pulled strings and bribes) and has been living with them ever since. Since two months ago, he's officially a ward of the state. TPR she calls it. Termination of Parental Rights, by the parents' own volition.

It makes Vector sick to his stomach, to think of anyone willingly cutting the teen out of their lives.

"Do you know if adoption is an option?" He asks, before even realizing he's saying it.

And while it shocks him for a moment, he's determined to follow through. Espio had grown up under his roof, from an assertive, solemn child to a teen full of sass and a heart of gold. They've already spent so many early mornings and late nights together, on cases and in the comfort of the home. (Because it really was their home, no matter how much they had both fought the word. All three of theirs, Charmy and Vector and Espio's.)

Maddie smiles, and Vector knows that he's finally won her trust. "I'll get you in touch with our case worker, Vanille."

And a few months later, the Wachowski household is taking their own road trip to the city, with all of Espio's things packed in the back of the car and a freshly pained room waiting for him back home. They'll sign the papers that afternoon and Vector already has dinner reservations for them all that night. Nice ones too, at one of the fancy places.

When the Wachowski's finally say goodbye, heading to their hotel room and planning to drive home in the morning, Espio leans into Vector's side. Not quite a hug, but close enough to it.

[vengeful-n-vicious-child-of-zeus]

First off, fuck you

second off, what the hell do you want?

third off, no touching. touch me and you fucking die. I’m not joking.

Name: Elektra Agêtôr and if you call me my last name I will murder you.

Age: Just turned 18

Pronouns: She/her, xey/xem

Birthday: December 17

Sexuality: Queer

Godly Parent: Lord of ass, bitch of the sky. None other than the bitch-ass Zeus himself.

Time Spent At Camp: I arrived close to my 15th birthday. So about three years

Weapons: Celestial bronze dagger with a one foot blade. Old and shitty celestial bronze bullet handgun. Look, if Annabeth offered Piper McLean one, I can have one too.

Backstory: Fuck off

Untouchable? Why?: My stupid ass bitch of a sperm donor decided to give me a necklace that will electrocute to death everyone I touch or everyone who touches me. I can only take it off during thunderstorms, and afterwards I have to put it back on or I suffer heightened electrical activity in my neurons until I get the necklace back on (it used to cause me seizures as a kid, but it doesn’t anymore).

Mortal humans and demigods cannot touch me when I’m wearing the necklace without dying or becoming severely and permanently injured. Gods and goddesses can touch me but it feels like touching a hot stove (or so I’ve heard). Animals can touch me sometimes, I don’t know if there’s a pattern to it or not or if Zeus just feels like being particularly dickish to animals sometimes.

So there’s your overview. You happy now? Good, now leave me the fuck alone, bitch.

Description: Biologically female. 5’11” but often wears boots to be taller. Pale skin. Slender body. Almost black eyes, but has tiny little lightning streaks in irises that increase in brightness during strong feelings. Naturally long wavy jet black hair, but hairstyle is currently in long dreadlocks. Many scars along arms, and one Lichtenberg Figure on her right shoulder, but wears long sleeves to cover them up. Immersed in goth culture with clothes and makeup following suit.

Powers:

(not that she ever uses them)

Zeus’s Authority: The most common power of hers to see, even though seeing any of her powers is a rarity. This is a commanding force that requires those around to listen and obey Elektra’s words. Elektra is a naturally very intimidating person, but this increases her scare factor by about ten fold. When using this power, Elektra’s speech will appear like this. (bolded and italic)

Lightning Summoning: A power Elektra has used very few times in her life, and certainly no one at camp has ever seen her use. No one there even knows she has it. The ability to summon strikes of lightning anywhere at will, or summon a bolt to her hand to use as a weapon.

Electricity Manipulation: Another power of xeirs that has been used only in times of great need, and never before at camp. Examples of this power would be being able to take electricity out of power lines or technology devices, and in extreme cases the manipulation of the electromagnetic fields in the body.

Wind Manipulation: A slightly more common power, but not often noticed or talked about. This grants the power of controlling the direction of the wind, and how fast or slow it goes. Elektra can also use the wind to lift her up of her feet, but has never really done so.

Electricity Creation: A power not even Elektra knows xey have, and therefore has never used it. Elektra can use the electricity within her own body to give off sparks and zaps of energy.

Taglist:

@this-lovely-universe @penelope-is-waiting @nobilis-of-norway @sophia-hunter-of-artemis @surprisingly-bitchy-up-here @lightning-prince-of-gods @i-do-not-eat-pencils

Interact with Elektra to join her taglist —but beware, Elektra is not a fan of people.

hiya! I am @daonedaonlysk , formerly @daonedaonlyskh , and this blog used to be @vicious-daughter-of-zeus . My reason for saying that is my old account got yeeted into the void by tumblr. fun times

I don’t remember when the heart-shaped barbed wires dividers came from, or the picrew used to create the profile picture. I sincerely apologize, and if anyone knows who or where they came from please lmk so I can give proper credit!

the dotted black line dividers were created by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

the banner and the little three picture mood board were created by me on canva

in character tag: the cursed daughter of zeus ⚡️

ooc tag: mod speaks

<3

p.s I’m sorry if Elektra is mean to you, that’s just how she is. I promise I don’t hate you and I’m not mad at you, I’m just in character and love interacting with you

p.s.s I’m sorry if I take forever to respond, please consider I am a student and am busy af and will either forget to respond or just don’t feel like it and rp’s may be abandoned without notice. again I’m sorry but I’ve just gotta do what’s best for me

[benchspkmnirlhub]

How I make characters, blogs, and plots: A guide by Bench

Hello! Due to popular demand, I'm making a post about my development process for making Pokemon IRL-related stuff.

I should note, this is my methods. You're fully free to use your own methods for making Pokemon IRL stuff! Don't feel pressured to copy me.

With that out of the way, I hope you all find this useful!

Part 1: Initial Ideas

Usually, the first thing I do when creating something new for Pokemon IRL, whether that be a character, blog, plot, or something else, is ask myself, "What would be a fun thing for other people's characters to bounce off of?"

@wingsofachampion, all the way back in late 2022, I introduced to the Pokemon IRL community because I saw all these blogs for regular trainers, and thought, "I wonder what'd happen if I threw a PMD character into the mix, how would everyone interact with them?"

For @goldenrodchef, I thought, "How would people interact with someone who isn't physically human, but is trying to appear human online?" (Back when I started his blog, he was trying to hide the fact that he got turned into a Pokemon.)

For @zoruascanbetrainerstoo, my process was a little different. I was trying to find a way to keep myself focused on my mainline marathon, and decided to make a blog about it. But I couldn't figure out a protagonist for it, until I had the idea, "What if this trainer isn't human? How would people interact with a Pokemon trying to be a trainer?" And so I brought back my concept for Illanero from back in 2021, and made xem the protagonist of the blog.

For @interregionalgyminspections, I asked myself, "How would people interact with a gym inspector?" For @askthelonelyninetales, I asked myself, "How would people interact with an immortal non-legendary being?" For @amewwayofliving, I asked myself, "How would people interact with a legendary trying to live among humans?" And for @obletadetective, I asked myself, "How would people interact with a detective character?"

Of course, this is leaving out the fact that many of these characters are ones I had made (or canon characters I modified) long before making their blogs, and simply ported over to Pokemon IRL. @interregionalgyminspections and @amewwayofliving are the only active characters I have so far that I made for Pokemon IRL first.

Still, asking the "What would be a fun thing for other people's characters to bounce off of" question helped me figure out which characters to port over. And it helped me come up with those two brand-new characters, too.

It's a similar story for making plots. Tropius' whole plot with her special name derives from my PMD worldbuilding, yes, but also from the question "How would people interact with someone being afraid to say their name?"

Think of plots as sorta a variation of Muse Mixup Madness. A time period where stuff happens to your characters, except instead of being variations of your characters, it's the main versions, and has lasting impact. Muse Mixup Madness lets you get as wild as you'd like with the variations. So get as wild as you'd like with your plots! Have your character catch that legendary, or undergo that mental breakdown, or travel to another region, or anything! Ask that question of "What would be something interesting to happen to my characters, and how would people interact with that?", and once you have an idea, you have the seeds of a plot!

Part 2: Development and Planning

Once you have that initial idea, it's time to develop it! There's lots of ways to do it, and I even use multiple ways myself! But the method I use the most is improv.

The details of the pantheon of Mew's world, and a lot of Breve's advice about gyms, all entirely improv, created on the spot.

I know, this answer is probably disappointing. But improv is a powerful tool. "Yes, and" can create masterpieces, it's what this community was first built on. Make up things on the fly to make your characters and blogs more detailed! It's how I first came up with the idea of Gen being an aspiring chef.

If that's not good enough for you (which is perfectly understandable), @paldean-ranger-brandy has made this lovely post about a bunch of questions to develop your characters. I highly recommend checking it out!

Besides that, you can also plot things out, planning for the future of your blogs. For example, I plan on revealing Tropius' special name eventually, but that's a long ways away.

For planning ahead, I like to ask myself three questions. "How do I want things to end up?" "What will cause things to end up that way?" "How do I build up to that cause?" I then fill in the gaps between these three questions, and I have a character arc!

Part 3: Staying Committed

I've heard from several people that they have trouble keeping their Pokemon IRL blogs active, which is completely understandable. I myself struggle with that sometimes.

My main advice for staying committed is to keep throwing interesting stuff at your characters. Things like plots, events, and relations with other blogs.

One of the biggest things that has helped me keep Gen's blog active is that I keep having him form new connections with people. Almost every time a new eeby pops up, I have him reach out to try to help.

For Illanero's blog, what keeps me committed is the amount of stuff in the mainline Pokemon games for xem to react to. Every time that something major happens in a mainline Pokemon game I'm playing, that's a potential new post for xyr blog.

And for Tropius, when I come up with new PMD worldbuilding tidbits, I usually can have her making posts talking about it. There's also just looking around my home to see if there's something she might not understand, like dressers, and making a post about her being confused by that thing.

One of my favorite methods of staying focused on a character is to have them play a game, or read a book, or watch a show, and liveblog it! I've done this with Tropius reading book 1 of Warrior Skitties, and Gen playing A Hat in Time.

Bonus points if the story has things that will emotionally impact your characters. Like a good media leaves us thinking about it for long after we finish it, have your characters think about the media they've experienced. Have them write analyses on it, or rant about it, or even make a fanfic about it!

Keep throwing things at your characters! It's enrichment for them, and for you.

Part 4: Taking Breaks and Letting Go

Not every blog is going to keep your attention indefinitely. Some you might lose interest in for a while, or even entirely. It's a necessary skill to know when it's time to stop, whether that be temporarily, or permanently.

Back in around March of 2023, I was getting a bit exhausted with Pokemon IRL. It was getting really tiring to keep up with. So I took a break, until June 30th. And when I returned, I felt reinvigorated, with fresh motivation! If you're started to get tired with a blog, or Pokemon IRL as a whole, a break might help a lot!

But sometimes, a break isn't enough. You might come back, and still feel disinterested. In those cases, it's sometimes best to say goodbye.

Take my old self-insert faller blog, for instance. I had taken a break from it when I started receiving anon hate on it. But even after I tried posting on it again, it still felt uncomfortable and unfun. So I decided to completely convert the blog into something entirely different, and stop writing my self-insert faller.

It might be scary to say goodbye, but sometimes, it's what's best.

Part 5: Conclusion

That's about all I can think of right now. I might make another part to this eventually, with answers to any questions any of you might have.

By the way, feel free to ask questions about any of this! I'd be happy to answer!

And feel free to reblog this, too, to spread it around! Don't feel pressured to, though.

Thank you for reading through this all!

[kittycatred]

Hellooooo! How are you doing? Ghostie Boy Red 420, why did you choose to possess Red? And Red, how are you getting used to being a ghost? and ghost powers? also, here Ghostie boy Red 420, because you have been a ghost for so long, you probably haven't had food in a while so,

*Spawns a plate of samosas*

Enjoy!

hehehehe well minor mental breakdown aside, i figured out how to levitate a pridee flag !!! this one's from green's room !!! i can phase through walls ive figured that out toooo !!!

speaking of green, im a very nosey person. and i know for a fact ghosts can uh...teleport ?? or something, i know dark does it.

SO IM GONNA TRY IT !!! WISH ME LUCK GUYS !!

theyre so gay.

[ meanwhile . . .]

the only reason why i decided to possess right, aside from our little deal, was because they were mentally vulnerable over their own woes, and after occasionally lingering and watching xem for awhile, i knew i could take advantage of that to experience living again, even for a brief amount. morally wrong, sure. but i was merely just bored. i dont intend to cause any intentional harm, but im not going to leave his body anytime soon, as theres alot more i wish to experience again.

...oh uh....thanks...!

you all confuse me.....first you're throwing notes at me, then you're willingly giving me food. these do seem really good, and, your correct, i haven't ate all day whilst inhabiting red.

i haven't ate since i was alive....

[charsimsalot]

READ THE ANCIENT ARCHIVES: ENTRY 19

I mentioned to Olive that back in Forgotten Hollow, I did most of my athletic training with others, and she suggested I come with her to the Crossroads Centre in Mourningvale, where she usually works out. I eagerly took her up on the offer and now I have a new work out partner! I think she benefitted as much as I did. It seems like there’s a lot she’s trying to work through.

In the hope of having a friend here from whom I can seek counsel about and celebrate my current romantic escapades, I told her that I’d met Esther at Club Eternity. It looks like, at least with Esther, Olive will not be that person. She really does not like xem. She didn’t seem to want to get into why. She said she doesn’t think there’s any reason that I shouldn’t work with Esther, so there’s that at least. I suppose it’s personal.

Olive is however friends with Esther’s best friend, Zuleika, as Nyon told me before. She told me Zuleika loves gardening and was eaten by her own cowplant. Eaten by what she loves! Now, I suppose I too was killed by someone I love, but I didn’t love him yet, so I’d say it’s a rather different emotional predicament to wrangle. He didn’t eat quite so much of me either! Olive has been struggling with the loss because even though Zuleika remains as a ghost, she says it’s really not the same as it was. She isn’t as able to come over when invited or go out when invited, which must be difficult. I will have to keep this in mind when finding ways to see Esther. Olive likes that Zuleika doesn’t ask a lot of questions about her past, but I was surprised when she implied that I would already have an idea of why, beyond the obvious.

“The unfortunate ends of your poor husbands?” I asked carefully.

Olive asked if Zelmira had said anything to me about the unfortunate ends of her poor husbands, because I was working with Zelmira now, yes? I said I was, but no they hadn’t. Olive said it was only a matter of time because they were ever so fond of running their mouth to anyone who would listen, and I am such a good listener. Apparently, Nyon has been asking questions about Olive’s past too, and about his dad, and pulling away somewhat. I want to know about his dad too, I want to know if his dad is really Grim, but I figured if she wanted to avoid answering Nyon, she would want to avoid answering me.

“I’d rather leave the past dead and buried. Wouldn’t you?” Olive asked.

I put so much work into digging up the past and performing post-mortems on it. I had my own past killed and buried for me, over and over and over and over and over again. There have been times that I’ve thought I would rather leave it dead and buried, my remaining memories of being a thrall are not pleasant ones, but I know forgetting my own past or that of occults would not be for the best. I told Olive no, I wouldn’t rather it.

“You haven’t done anything you wouldn’t like brought up again?” she persisted.

Sometimes what we like is not what is best. I know I liked the dreamy haze of being a thrall sometimes. I know I sometimes dislike talking about Operation High Fang and how it privileges me to this day, compared to my werewolf friends. I know it is a horrible thing to have a memory come back sometimes, even though I’m glad when they do.

All the same, I admitted I had done things I wouldn’t like brought up again. I admitted that I had done things there would be no good in bringing up again. Caleb taught me well. None of the humans remember it. They won’t recognise me one day and benefit from an apology. I didn’t admit all this.

“Well, remember that,” Olive said.

As we were finishing up, she congratulated me on my promotion. She and Layne like going to the graveyard and she’s glad to know I’ll be tending the graves. She said it was quite the crime that I hadn’t met Layne yet and invited me to visit later this week. I said I would. But that’s not all that happened on my trip to Mourningvale today! I hardly believed the timing of it!

I went fishing so I can make some more plasma packs, and who should I meet at the lake but Radwan Gomes! He seems a pleasant fellow. He said Zelmira had told him about me, and said I’d moved to Crow’s Crossing recently. We talked a little about the wonderful Moppy, and here’s what really took me aback: I even reeled in a wooden box with a Cowplant Berry inside. I hope to make time to plant it soon. After Olive’s words, I shall be especially careful to care for it in such a way that I do not get eaten.

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