#and then!!!! i move on to the mushrooms!!!!!!!

[narfin-frood]

Can wander’s mushroom chair move? i know he’s supposed to sit there forever but is he at least aloud to move the roots of his seat?

yep! he doesn't do it much, but it's how he "chases" mr meteor around. he can also move the hollowed-out planet he's in through sheer force of will, just to get closer to his favorite guy

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

save me SMG4 episode save me

(the following is my live reaction:)

moo-stache moo-stache moo-stache

why do I feel like Pedro's going to be here?

"bruh Pedro was just a one-time thing." they literally killed off Mickey, ANYTHING can happen

KAIZO YOU'RE BACK HI

OMG please tell me someone from the Team saw this fan animation and put it in the episode as a nod to the animator, that would be awesome!!!

btw great fan animation, go check it out if you haven't [link]

YAYYYY, c'mon Mario you gotta spend time with your brother :)

also I need to find a playthrough of this game while I work

whoops my hand slipped [*makes 4 say "I should've chosen the USB over you, 3"*] :)

Hey Shroomy :D ....oh *western spaghetti flashbacks*

like seriously, I can't hear that audio the same way again

helicopter helicopter (copter)

oh hey swag *he fades away* NOOOOOO

well, digging did (mostly, sorta) help the last episode

OMG HI HI HI MY SILLIES

Three, why are you here if you think it's stupid? unless... 🫵 🏳️‍🌈⁉️

it's giving "I'm only here to support my boyfriend's interests", like I'm starting to believe that they truly are dating behind the scenes

they're on a date, your honor 💙💜

and there they go bickering again smh /affectionate

I'd like to think that ever since Four drives a forklift, that's just his method of transportation. screw the car, we're taking this baby out for a spin :)

Mario, you need to be ✨forklift certified✨

sorry, just Three's gayass poses give me life

actually yeah why is the line not moving?

the boys :)

also that walk animation tho

HOW LONG IS THIS LINE?!

also c'mon Three, show us your dance moves :D

oooooh that editing i love that

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING

now that they've mentioned it, why are there so many conventions happening at the same time? hmmmmm *game theory theme starts playing*

SMG3: "Maybe they're lining up to go to your mom's house. That line's usually pretty long." DAYUM THREE

"the line doesn't end" ayo wtf????

shroomy, you've eaten mushrooms before and you had no problem with that

....it really is the end of the world huh

ONE WEEK LATER?!?!?!?

"there is no end" "the end will come" me, sitting in the corner: hmmmmmmmmm

whelp, it's confirmed, I kin Four now

Three's not going coo co crazy, he's just vibin' :)

THIS IS WARRRRRR

this whole fighting scene omg it's SO good!

....WOTFI? ok no :P

AWWW THAT WAS ACTUALLY SWEET DUDE

CAN WE PLEASE GET A HUG? FOR ME SPECIFICALLY?

.... yeah uh Boopkins, you're going to have to explain what the hell you mean by that

not that it's surprising, we've been through a lot. just another Tuesday (or Saturday in this case)

MY HEART CAN'T TAKE ALL THIS FLUFF

HUG HUG HUG

THAT'S MY BOYS

RAVE PARTY [*dances*]

....sonic, is that you? sorry, my mind is still in the sonadow generations phase so I can't unsee them

:O wait, Boopkins, what did you mean by that?

MARTY?!?!? WTF

SMG4: "Don't worry, Mario. There's one way we can fix this." Beat the shit out of him...? YEAH I KNEW IT HAHA

*explodes*

and congrats to samgagmincho for your art featured at the end credits 🎉

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

This was a fun episode, I loved it!! Seeing my boys is always a plus and I appreciate the return of some side characters. With how the world is right now, I really needed this episode. So, thanks Team, for keeping my spirits up.

I just enjoyed watching my silly little guys doing silly little adventures. Traffic is a nightmare so I don't blame Mario in the slightest. Anyway, 3 and 4, how was your date? /silly

Can we just talk about the animation? It was so good!!! You really see the quality they put in, especially in that fighting scene. I didn't expect MARTY of all people to be the cause of all this. I honestly thought it was going to be a gag of something harmless just being in the middle of the road for no reason (like a turtle or smth) and the Crew being like "ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!" but NOPE, Marty was here and apparently A SORCERER?! I really shouldn't be surprised, what am I talking about here. And ofc the OG duo immediately beating the shit out of him is so fucking funny to me. He didn't die (I know that), but he's definitely going to be more relevant in the future.

...puzzlevision 2? ok I'm sorry

SMG4 show and jokes aside, I hope you all are ok. No matter what happens, we'll stick together. Don't give them the satisfaction that they want. You aren't alone, and we'll keep on fighting.

Going to be a Sonic fan here, Sonic 06 is famously known to be... augh. But there is a good moment with Shadow that I think is relevant now:

Mephiles (the villain of the game): "It's futile. The world will betray you. Why fight at all? Why risk your life for those who will persecute you later?" Shadow: "If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have."

Take care, my dear fellows, and I'll see you all in my next post!! Hmmm, there is "no end" [*game theory intro plays*]

[sun13koi]

Trans Goal Chain! Tags always open. Please read above cut.

THIS CAN BE ANYTHING- RELATED TO YOUR TRANSITIONING OR JUST NORMAL PARTS OF LIFE.

this is open to all parts of the community- trans fem, trans masc, nonbinary, anyone under the umbrella term!

I need some confidence and a reminder that there’s more of us out here than I can picture- and I think everyone needs some love and support, to show that they’ll get there one day. so! Reblog with a description/fantasy on where you want to be one day in your transitioning journey, or tiny steps you can take to get there!

I wanna move out with my boyfriend- I don’t think we know where, but maybe this one really pretty place about an hour away, full of gorgeous woods. I just wanna… exist. I wanna meet all my chosen online family one day too. But…. I don’t mind some simple domestic life. Just me and him minding our business, being stupid quirky idiots like usual, maybe with some cuddling and Scott Pilgriam.

but… that’s not gonna happen until at LEAST five more years. So until then…. I wanna go to high school together. I miss going to school with him. I wanna be able to cuddle in the library again, make sure he takes binder breaks, and maybe- Maybe even get my name officially changed in the system like his is. Maybe the whole school can see us as guys, even if it’s only at first glance. And- oh my gods I can’t wait to start T or even just blockers. I don’t want T shots, shots scare the shit out of me, but maybe T Cream! Yeah.

I’ll get there one day. Watch me.

@ms-macintosh @cordyline-uki @mushrooms-frogs-skulls-imlucas

@someone-kill-the-ej @matt-d-ratt

@l0gansab1tch @star-dust-shark

[asherraccoon]

Deer tracks- Radioapple- Fluff, Hurt/comfort- Centaur/Cervitaur Alastor, Human Lucifer

Lucifer liked walking through the forest. When he needed to clear his head. He hummed a song to himself as he walked. He loved the smell and sounds of the forest. He loved the sights too. The trees, moss, mushrooms, birds, squirrels, blood. 

Wait. Blood? 

Lucifer halted. He noticed some drops of blood on the grass, deer tracks right next to it. “Oh no… I hope the poor thing didn't suffer too much!” Lucifer said. He decided to follow the deer tracks.

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It took a while, but Lucifer found the source of the blood and tracks. He pushed through the bushes and branches. “Ack- stupid thorns- Ow!” He shook his hand after pricking it on a thorn. 

Rustle.

Lucifer looked up. He saw something hiding in the bushes across the clearing. 

Tall ears, antlers, eyes that appeared to glow staring at him.

Lucifer gasped. He crouched down slowly. “Hey,” he said softly. 

The creature's ear flicked. 

“I won't hurt ya,” Lucifer said quietly. He opened up his messenger bag and found an apple. He always had snacks on him when he went out. He held the apple out. “Here,” 

The creature's ears twitched. Its eyes followed Lucifer's hand with the apple. 

Lucifer placed the apple on the floor and pushed it. 

The apple rolled across the clearing and over to the bushes the creature was hiding behind. 

Lucifer watched as a hand reached out and took the apple. He raised an eyebrow. “What the..?” He thought this was an animal. A deer specifically. But deer don't have hands. 

The creature held up the apple and examined it. It sniffed it. Then took a bite. It then threw the apple at Lucifer, hitting him in the head. 

“AH!” Lucifer winced as the apple smacked his head. “Hey! I was trying to give you food!” Lucifer huffed. “Rude,” he kicked the bitten apple away. 

The deer creature made a sound resembling laughter. 

Lucifer smirked. “You find that funny, huh?” He scoffed. He stood up and slowly walked a little closer, wanting to see this thing better.

The creature stiffened and seemed to back away. 

“Hey, calm down. I won't hurt you,” Lucifer said, showing his hands. “See? No weapons,” 

The creature's ears lowered, still wary. It stood up, making itself much larger. 

“Whoa,” Lucifer wasn't expecting that. He could see the silhouette of the deer creature now. What the hell? It looked like a human body… on a deer body..? “The hell?” 

The thing backed up more as Lucifer got closer. It stomped one of its hooves, a warning to stay away. 

Lucifer stopped moving. “Hey, I don't want to hurt you. You're the deer that's bleeding, right?” He asked. “I followed your tracks. I wanted to see if you were okay,” he explained slowly and calmly. “I don't know if you can even understand what I'm saying or if you know English,” he sighed. “But I want to help,” 

The creature hesitated. It made a small grunt and then lay down on the grass. 

Lucifer blinked, surprised. “Can… Can I see you?” 

The deer creature nodded slowly. 

Lucifer slowly walked over. He pushed through the bushes. Once he was through, he could fully see the animal and gasped. “Holy…” 

This… thing… wasn't an animal. At least… not fully. Its upper half was humanoid. The rest was a deer body. Red fur covered most of the deer body, the legs being black with red hooves and a bit of white on the belly. The human(?) Body was clothed for the most part, wearing a pale red shirt and a maroon capelet of sorts. The arms had a dark gray, almost black, gradient on them. Red fingers made it look as though it was wearing gloves. Lucifer couldn't fully see the face, as it was wearing the capelet's hood, which pushed the fluffy red hair down and covered top of the face. 

“What… are you..?” Lucifer asked. 

It didn't respond. It just looked up at Lucifer. 

Lucifer noticed an arrow sticking out of the creature's hind leg. “Oh! That looks painful,” he said. He got down on his knees. He crawled a bit closer. 

The deer creature tried to move away, but it was a bit difficult with how its body was built. 

“Shhh, calm down,” Lucifer said softly. He took hold of the arrow with both his hands. “I'm going to pull it out. It's going to hurt, okay?” 

The creature lowered its ears again.

“3… 2… 1!” Lucifer yanked the arrow out.

The deer bellowed and stood up quickly, the sudden pain scaring it. 

Lucifer yelped and pushed himself out of the way. He didn't want to get trampled by a. Half human half deer thing. 

The deer-like being settled down after a moment, realizing the arrow was no longer there and Lucifer had actually helped it. It moved its injured leg a little, still feeling a bit of pain. 

“It'll take a bit to heal… I suggest resting for a while,” Lucifer said. He looked at the arrow he had pulled out. “Whoa! It's a miracle you survived this thing!” He said. He tapped the sharp end with his finger. “These are from my kingdom. They're coated with a special type of steel that's strong enough to kill dragons!” He said. “They're very accurate and it's rare to miss large, moving targets with them. It's amazing you survived!” 

The deer's ears twitched as it listened. He limped over to Lucifer and took the arrow from him, examining it. 

Lucifer stood up. He looked over the creature's form again, in awe. “Can you talk?” He asked. 

It looked at Lucifer. It shook its head. 

“But you can understand English?” 

It nodded. 

“Well,” Lucifer smiled. He held out his hand. “I'm Lucifer. Pleasure to be meeting you… Um… Deer… thing..?” He he laughed nervously. 

The deer looked at Lucifer's hand and tilted its head. 

“Oh, uh…” Lucifer hesitantly took the being's hand and shook it. “Handshake. It's a greeting,” 

It flinched as its hand was grabbed. It pulled away once the shake was done. 

“Not a fan of touching?” Lucifer assumed. 

The creature nodded in confirmation. 

“Uh… How does… your… kind… greet each other?” Lucifer asked. 

The deer shrugged. 

“You don't know?” Lucifer was a bit surprised. “Are there not more of you?” 

It shrugged again. 

“Huh…” Lucifer put his hands on his hips. “Well… I should go back home now,” he reached for the arrow the deer was still holding. 

The red deer handed the arrow back. 

“It was nice to meet you!” Lucifer pushed his blonde hair back with his fingers. “Bye!” He waved before jogging off. 

The creature waved as well. It looked back at its injured leg and hummed. Its first proper interaction with a human went rather well. It wondered if it'd see him again. 

[cinhomi]

okok i saw you wanted some ideas so here we go:

y/n is a waitress at a diner and one day skz comes in, but hyunjin can’t take his eyes off her. he keeps coming back to the diner and doesn’t leave until closing time anddddd I’ll leave the rest to you!!

this is a real y/n experience 🤭 but you didn't specify if skz are famous or not in this so I'm taking some liberties 😈

ALSO I'M SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG I KNOW THIS ISN'T MUCH BUT I HOPE YOU WILL STILL LIKE IT

Reservations for a lot of people are usually a nightmare to receive. Dirty dishes all over the kitchen, orders appearing from nowhere like mushrooms in a forest, rude people making demands over demands, and overall too much noise.

So when you personally answer the restaurant's phone and hear about eight people asking for a table... well, two tables, for tonight? The scream you let out is unfortunately just in your head. Your colleagues turn around when you shut the cordless phone on its stand, and your hands go to grab your hair, desperately. They hear the news. You all will be without any hair on your head by the end of the day.

It's the third time they call you over to take some orders, and the second one that they giggle when you come closer to their table. Weird. How much do men even eat? Do their stomachs have an end? More than annoyed, you're impressed by how many plates are stacked on the two tables. You carefully take them, and the towers these guys built are somehow stable and you pick them up effortlessly… they must be experts in the art of eating at restaurants.

“Can we please have some more rice?” someone asks, and a few others agree, but there is just one guy… he never talks when you come to hear their requests, or clear the space.

When you get a good glance at him behind the counter, when one of his friends goes to the bathroom and leaves an empty spot in front him, you feel your breath being knocked away from your lungs.

Plump rosey lips appearing more and more beautiful as they move with his words and part when he eats. His cheeks are a bit tinted, maybe from the alcohol he's been drinking since they arrived. Eyes long and feline, irises shining under the dim light right above his head, that also makes his long hair appear as a frame for his face, with his skin being the color of honey carefully crafted by expert bees.

His gaze finds yours once again, and he stops talking. The mole under his left eye twitches a little, as he tries to focus more the image of you in his vision. It makes you blush.

You see his friends nudge his elbow when they catch him staring in your direction, and a choir of teasing noises arises as they notice you were staring right back at him.

You come back to their table, and every time they try to embarass him, but you just smile and giggle at their jokes, not really noticing how your face always assumes the same color of gochujang. He smiles and keeps looking at you every time as if lost in thought, maybe used to his friends teasing him a lot. He must be someone popular. He has a kind face.

His friends call him Hyunjin.

Hyunjin smiles at you whenever your eyes meet and he always thanks you when you bring food or drinks.

Hyunjin sits straight and smiles absentmindedly all the time. He looks like a lovesick puppy.

Hyunjin is the only one that stays at the restaurant at almost closing time, when his seven friends thank you a million times and wink at him.

“Is there something else I can do for you...”

“Hyunjin. Please, call me Hyunjin. What is your name?”

When he hears your name his white teeth sink into his bottom lip, a wide smile taking over his face, as his head tilts slightly to the side.

“I was thinking of having dessert… what is your favourite that your restaurant makes?” his voice is soft and velvety smooth. Tempting. Sensual.

“The chocolate cake, I'd say. It's simple but satisfying and rich in flavor.”

Hyunjin slowly closes the menu, and places it in front of him, his hands playing a bit with the pages, as he takes a deep breath before speaking again.

“Would you like to have some with me, when you finish your turn?”

Oh… you've never been more happier about a client staying overtime.

[minerpore]

so, finally deciding to share this with more people- (how long has this post waited in drafts? for a while fof sure-)

Monster4 be upon ye or smth nxhcjcjyd

yes, another AU-

basicaly, the idea is simple..

what if during IGBP the demonic keyboard not only posessed 4, but also corrupted his physical form?

(hchfgg gotta love how i basicaly kinda gave him the Rot, from Rain World-)

(i still haven't figured out how to draw leggies shaped like that, forgive me-)

have some hug art!

also i guess it (the art) partially inspired me to write a fic bit heh

(tags to give this ficlet? content warnings?: hurt/comfort, mentions of body horror? i'm not sure if it's a fitting tag [please let me now if it is or not], smg34, slightly suggestive if you squint i guess, brief thinking about eating someone)

***

How long it has been since the It's Gotta Be Perfect incident?

Weeks? Days? Months??

Four didn't bother to count.

All that time blurred into one thing anyways, a period of constant guilt and shame.

He couldn't even look at his reflection anymore.

He was a monster.

Literally.

That cursed keyboard not only took control over him back then, its powers managed to corrupt his physical form.

And it did not fade away, not even after the castle went down.

It hurt like a bitch when his legs deformed, thick tentacles sprouted from his back..

The claws were the least of his concern, unlike those strange cysts with "x"s on their surface.

They invaded most of the left half of his face, he also found out some have grown at the tip of his tail, and on his back..

Not to mention what happened to his-

No, he doesn't want to think about THAT.

The corrupted guardian had isolated himself from everyone, afraid of seeing them look at him in disgust (at least he imagined they would, and he wouldn't blame them..)

A loud growl snapped the youtuber from his thoughts.

He was so hungry.

He was ashamed to admit that his appetite could now rival Mario's(!)

Suddently his good ear registered the sound of approaching footsteps.

Four turned around to see his ex-enemy, partner.. Three.

Oh how nice and plump the guardian in purple looked, imagine just how delicious he'd taste-

WHAT THE-

Smg4 was terrified by himself, how could he have such a thought about his friend?! How disgusting of him..!

The guardian in blue quickly moved away, not wanting to risk him giving in to those thoughts.

His stomach hurt, and he began to feel nauseous.

Three stepped forward to get closer to the other man.

"What's going on dumbass? And don't pretend everything's fine, can't fool our cosmic link." the streamer said, avoiding eye contact. "Not like I care or anything! I just don't want the crew to constantly bother me over this!" a noticable blush formed on his cheeks in the typical Tsundere fashion.

Before Four could reply he got hit with another wave of nausea. Three either noticed or felt that, as it caused him to look back at his partner. "Dude, did you eat some weird mushrooms or something? You look like you're about to puke your guts out-"

The smg in blue chuckled weakly. "Nah, can't get sick from some bad food if you haven't eaten anything to begin with" he attempted to turn this whole situation into a joke. That's what he used to be good at, right? Making people laugh at dumb humor?

Smg3's eyes widen in shock, certainly not finding that amusing at all.

"Four, when was the last time you ate anything..?" He asked, fearing the answer.

The corrupted guardian gulped nervously. "Last time..? I think it was when I locked myself in my room.."

Three sighed in dissapointment, pinching the bridge of his nose, his tail swishing in annoyance.

"Of course... Alright scrub, wait here, I'm getting you some proper meal. And I won't take 'no' for an answer!"

Four only nodded lightly, he didn't plan on leaving anyways.

And so he waited, scrolling through his phone in the meantime.

After a solid while the guardian in purple returned, carrying big bags of food.

Smg4 watched as his partner took all the contents out, setting them down so Four would't have to dig through the bags.

The guardian in blue and white rushed towards the food, soon devouring it like a starving animal. However he did notice Three looking at him with a certain kind of hunger in his eyes.

But it was a brief moment, as Smg3 quickly turned away from him once he saw Four's gaze and picking up a burger for himself.

Once satiated the youtuber sighed in content, laying on his side (as he found it uncomfortable to lay on his back now, due to the tentacles).

Ohh it felt great to have a full stomach like that.

"Four, I.." Three started.

The streamer sat down not far away from his partner. "Look, I know how it feels like to have your body corrupted, mashed with whatever eldrich shit that keybo-" he was suddently cut of by the guardian in blue.

"BUT THIS IS DIFFRENT! YOU ACTUALLY GOT YOUR NORMAL BODY BACK! Meanwhile I'M stuck as this.. abomination!"

Three moved in front of his soulmate, then cupped his right cheek.

"Four, listen to me. I don't find you disgusting in this form, alright?? You're actually kinda hot- WHO SAID THAT-" The guardian in purple quickly covered his mouth to avoid saying more (TOTALLY UNTRUE) things (he DID NOT!) think about 4!

The corrupted guardian looked at him wide-eyed.

"What I MEANT to say is-! It could have been worse! Like, you didn't become a twig or something-" Smg3 attempted to "correct" himself.

Smg4's body tensed up as he felt arms wrap around him, pulling him into a hug.

The feeling of Smg3's warm body touching his brought him a sense of comfort.

"Four, I... Remember what I said? We're friends.. So what if you look diffrent now? It's not like we never got redesigned! So what if you have those kinda goopy.." Three swallowed hard before continuing "Thick tentacles..? So what if you're.. the way you are now.."

The corrupted guardian felt tears form in his eye.

"I'm not leaving your side, whether you like it or not.." Smg3 said with a fond smile on his face. "And that's a threat!~"

[deathsmallcaps]

I used to play ‘storm city’ with my Littlest Pet Shops and my smaller Barbies. Basically there was a town full of rare blue mushrooms in a valley and everyone who worked there made good money. But for 3 months out of the year they’d just get hit with massive hurricanes so I would use my brother’s toy vehicles and shit to slowly, very slowly, move all the ‘citizens’ of this town to a safe spot (my bed). Kids first, last adults, I had a load of fun putting them into lines and having them escape. Very autistic sort of thing.

Then I started the ‘Barbie Lift-Off Program’ (B.L.O.P). The average Barbie requires about 15 balloons (more or less, depending on the amount of string, clothes, paper and hair involved) to go flying. I would buy 15ish balloons (or my Dad would), write a short letter explaining the program and how to get in contact with me if you found my Barbie, ‘waterproof’ it in clear tape, and then take the Barbie to a clear area to let her go flying.

I later started an aquatic unit, using small boxes wrapped mostly in duct tape, weighed down a little so the bottom would stay the bottom, with the Barbie, sitting up in the top like a bob sled. I don’t remember my name for that one.

Anyways if you grew up near the Delaware River and found a Barbie in such a situation, that was me :)

Every person who I know who played with Barbies as a kid absolutely did not play with them the "right" way. My sister-in-law, a precocious reader, used Barbie to re-enact the far-too-adult books she read (like Silence of the Lambs) for her little sister. My step-sister's favorite game was a complicated story involving time travel, the crew of the TOS Enterprise, and the passengers of the Lusitania. As for me, in my favorite Barbie show, she was a humble factory worker whose beauty caught the eye of the prince, and she was whisked away to his castle, and fully expected to be aware of the honor of his condescention in taking her to be his bride. She spent all her time in the castle enacting daring escapes that sometimes involved prising the very stones from the walls. So I want to hear about everyone else's fucked up Barbie melodramas. Hit me up.

[paperstarbot]

[jaradraws]

bishop takes queen

[checkadii]

idont understand krita but this brush is nice so like,. wayevr

[sunflowersunite]

OH?? What do you mean it's not well written?? I could feel the thrill, that urge to move forward because something is watching.

Levi communicates with Hange through the mirror dimension??? Of course he can't resist the dramatic flare and leans as close to her as possible. Thank you so much for this, Swordslinger!!

Here is my own addition because fine, you convinced me. (Here Levi is in the same space as her, not through the mirror but anyway)

Ethereal long fingers slide to cover the moon, eyelids over the watchful eye that has been following her every move. The thick layers of leaves don't crunch under her soles, damp as it is after the recent storm.

Hange prefers complete darkness to the shadow of someone watching behind her back in the light. She prefers to feel her own heartbeat, to trust her own breathing. Not the corridor almost but not quite respirating with a slow, nearly unnoticeable cadence. Like the rough insides of a creature, mist pooling around her wrists and knees as she crawled, threatening to swallow, deform and reduce her to bits and nothing.

All Hange trusts is herself.

She stops just shy of the ring of mushrooms around the well. If you look inside, you can see a sky full of stars in the middle of the day.

"Lift the lid," his voice commands next to her ear, and she jumps. He's silent as a cat when he slips behind her, his previous form (his true form?) never quite fading. From the glint in his eyes to the turn of his lips whenever he chooses to smile --and it's not even a smile rather than a sly smirk. It's as if she can still see the cat out of the corner of her eye.

"No," she declares, standing tall (taller than him, as she notes with satisfaction).

Levi cocks a brow. "No?"

"You said you'd explain everything when all you've been doing is order me around and evade my questions."

"Your questions are insufferable."

"You promised."

He huffed. "Time's wasting, shitty glasses."

Hange stepped to the side, an arm gracefully arcing through the air in a mocking fashion. "Then you open it."

Levi's eyes fell to the wooden lid, for the first time uncertain. A slight smile curled her lips. So he was afraid of something. Although she didn't know whether that was good or dangerous.

"You're already dirty. I'm not touching it."

Her shoulders slumped in disappointment. Oh. So it was dirt then. Hange wondered whether that was him or the cat talking and with an eye roll, she crouched down and wedged her fingers under the heavy wood. She made a mental note to ruffle his hair afterwards with those same dirty hands and heaved.

adventurer and guide

The Cat's fur is soft and glossy, almost shining under the moonlight. He's a tad small, but cute. Hange cocks her head to the side. The world rotates; she can understand it better if she shifts, bends and twists it according to her own perspective. The Cat scrunches his nose at her scornfully, as if looking down at her peculiar behaviour. Hange pays it no mind, she's used to that treatment. "Who are you?" she asks. He doesn't reply, of course, and she doesn't need him to. She already knows the answer. He's her new friend.

[seabeck]

A pretty pair

[freakartack]

"...Hello? Ma! I told you not to call me today, I'm making a movie!" -Wario, Mario Power Tennis

The most important lesson from Ma that Wario took to heart was the endless pursuit of cold, hard cash. Unfortunately, the one lesson she could never teach him was the importance of hard work to get it.  It wasn't for lack of trying; Wario's Ma is the hardest worker this side of the Mushroom Kingdom.  Raising Baby Wario was a herculean enough task on its own, but ever the enterprising spirit, she had also set out to grow one of the most profitable crops: garlic.

Her backyard business quickly expanded into a veritable garlic empire. Wario's mother toiled away tirelessly each day from sunrise to sunset to grow and harvest as much garlic as she could possibly achieve.  Much of Wario's current strength and endurance can be attributed to helping his mom on the farm as a child, although the teeth-pulling task of getting him to actually work was almost as difficult as preventing him from eating all the garlic straight out of the ground.  Wario's nose for instant gratification has always been a thorn in his mother's side, but try as she might to instill a solid work ethic into the boy, her "get-rich-slow" schemes could never appeal to him.  Still, Wario enjoyed his surprisingly agrarian upbringing. Along with garlic, his mother also raised chickens for eggs, inspiring in Wario a lifelong soft spot for poultry.  (He also had a pet hamster named Fluffy, who sadly passed away in 1986.)

Today, Wario is still on good terms with his mother despite their physical distance, and frequent phone calls keep her updated on all of Wario's business successes.  Of course, being Wario, he heavily embellishes the amount of work he actually does at his company.  If she only knew...

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RealAgeAU Drabble - Reminiscene

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You all know what time it is!! I think... It is time for another Dream drabble :3 @spotaus I know how much you like having dream be put through the ringer :33

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All things considered? Dream had been doing okay lately.

The worst part was that he wasn't sure if he felt good or bad about it.

At least Core didn't call him every 5 minutes anymore. Seems like the outcode child finally accepted that Dream had changed. That Dream had moved on.

Hah.

If only they knew how little he had actually moved on.

Dream stands in the greyed out forest. Waiting and listening. Not even a slight breeze. No sound.

A dead AU.

He used to blame Nightmare for that, for killing their AU.

Nowadays?

Dream figures it was just the end of their AU.

Dream leans against a tree and sighs. He tries to reach out but no sounds.

On his solo trips and, as Blue liked to call them, self discovery trips. Dream had learned he could speak to trees. Though maybe calling it speaking was a bit generous.

The trees didn't use words. Just sounds and whistles and whispers that could almost have been words. Dream had still been able to understand however. He just had to listen.

Seems like that was a theme for him. He just had to listen to be able to understand.

Even so, he takes a deep breath and leaves the forest and walks towards a familiar hill.

He kept returning here. Dream wants to say he doesn't know why and that it is just his home calling back for him.

He knows the truth.

He stops by the old cut down stump and focusses on the two familiar graves.

Seems like he hadn't been the only one visiting. There are once again fresh flowers. All beautifull yellows and orange coloured this time.

Dream smiles as he sits by the graves and gently touches the flowers. Part of his soul grieves at the two graves, once of which is meant for him. But another part of his soul sings in joy.

Because there is only one monster who could have made these graves and left these flowers.

Dream chuckles as he glances at the stump "Nighty came by... didn't he?"

No answer of course. Nim has died a long time ago. Even so Dream leans back against the stump as he keeps looking at the graves, most of his focus is on his own.

Dream keeps staring at the graves as he speaks "I know you won't answer me... with you being gone.. But... I want to at least think you are listening to me. Just this once."

Nim never listened to him. Neither to Nighty. They just had to listen to her.

Look at where that lead them.

Dream watches over the grey fields and the village in the distance. "Had you already decided near the start? Which one of us you would love and which one you wouldn't?"

No answer but Dream didn't mind. He watches the village in the distance. He can't help but wonder how often Nightmare would have had to do this alone. Keep watch alone.

"Or was it an in the moment decision? Had there been a moment were you held both of us and loved us both? Or had you decided the moment Nightmare formed that you would hate him?"

How often Dream would rush off, ignoring the quiet pleas to stay wiht Nightmare.

"I think you decided from the start. Why else would you give him the name you did? Say the only thing that matters about him is how he was different from me."

Would he have seen those angry people coming? With weapons? Had Nightmare been afraid? Wondering where Dream had been? Why Dream hadn't stopped them?

"It has to be the reason. Why else would you tell me to make friends with the villagers and help them? While telling Nightmare to stay put and send them away? You must have known. Known that by making me help them and by making Nightmare deny them that they would grow angry with him."

How often had Nightmare believed Dream had abandoned him? Only for him to end up mortally injured?

"You don't deserve the grave he made." Not that Dream thinks he truly deserves one himself. Even if he returns each time to see if new flowers are left for him.

Dream once again wonders if he should leave a message for the next time Nighty visits... Just something that he wishes to talk.

But then that ever present fear returns. What if it meant Nightmare wouldn't visit this place anymore instead of answering? What if he decided it was better to completely cut their past lose from him instead?

Dream hugs his legs as he tries to remember how colourful everything had been. How beautiful it had been.

But... Dream now realises that it had just been a prison of responsibility... For both him and his brother.

A golden cage... but still a cage.

Drema snorts as he nudges Nim's grave "Yet here you are! immortalised by a grave your son made you! You know. That same son you aparently never liekd or wanted? That son made you a grave and keeps said grave clean and brings you flowers. I bet you wouldn't even be thankful for it."

Dream knocks the stump with his fist "After all! How often did you tell me that I should focus on myself? How i should focus on making the villagers like me? How i shouldn't bother to wait for Nighty to return from the river?" Nim had been trying to seperate them from the start. A dream had never realised.

Dream sighs as he hugs his legs "We were children. Little babybones and you gave us adult responsibilities...." They should have just ran. the two of them should have just disappeared into the forest.

Nighty had asked him a few times if they couldn't just leave together.

Dream should have realised something was seriously wrong. Nighty had been the one who took their jobs so seriously.

But... Dream had just said he didn't want to leave his friends in the village behind.

"I wish i could turn back time... get a redo... I would stay by Nightmare's side. I would convince him that the job you gave us wasn't our job."

Dream wonders why Nightmare had been so set on doing their job so well... Dream has ideas but none of them are happy reasons.

"What... waht did you tell him? That made him desperate to do this job well?" Which lies had Nim told Nightmare in Dream's absence...?

Dream hugs his legs "Why did you never bother to tell me?" Dream grows angry as he huffs "Why did you never bother to tell me the same? Or tell me when Nighty was near? Or tell nighty when I was near? What was it you were trying so hard to protect?!"

A memory. from so long long ago. It had been raining and Nightmare hadn't been around. Ligthning had been flashing and Dream had been so afraid. His mother had help him within her branches. protected him. reassured him he would be safe. told him...

told him that Dream just had to protect himself. protect the hope he represented...

Dream laughs as he kicks the grave of his mother. glaring at it angerly "Was it worth it?! Was it worth killing one of your sons to protect the other?! Was it worth being the cause of all this pain and suffering we both had to go through?!" Dream shakes his skull as he gets up "Nevermind. You are never going to give me answers... and honestly. I am tired of you being a part of my life in anyway. I hope you rot whereever you are now." and he walks back to the forest.

It is silent and he prefers it like that. Things had been loud and hectic.

And well...

Maybe just maybe... He had done the same as Nightamre had done.

He gets to the forest lake and immediantly spots the tiny grave.

Well not grave. Dream shies away from that word. Nightmare is very much alive after all. It is more like a memorial... Wait those can be made for living people right? drema thinks so.

It was nice. It gave him a safe place to grieve and talk about everything. to imagine Nightmare across from him and listening to him. Like old times.

Dream figures that is why his own grave nad Nim's are still up. Dream knows Nightmare has to come by to take care of both graves and Dream snorts as he imagines Nightmare just telling the two graves in all the things they had been wrong in and all the stupid lies they believed.

For now he sits down and pulls out a few little knick-knacks he had collected form across the multiverse.

Dream keeps his voice quiet. Afraid someone will hear and come ruin it "Hey little brother..." he can't forget anymore that Nightmare had been his younger twin. Yet it had always been Nightmare who took care of him. "I am back..."

finally back.

Dream traces the stone and wood structure he had made. all still in perfect condition. With the AU being dead there was no more decay.

Dream organises everything he had left before sitting across from it "Sorry it took me a while. I had a.... I had an identity crisis." he snorts "I know. ironic isn't it? Everyone was always so quick to help and guide me to be what i should be yet it helped nothing. I still ended up unsure about who i was or what i had to do..."

he looks at the snowglobe he had put down "I was always jealous of how you just seemed to have it all figured out. How you were confident in what you did. Both before and after the apples. it felt like i was failing, and i guess in the end i did fail as everything i believed had been a lie..."

Dream sighs as he leans his cheek on his knee as he keeps looking at the structure "It is stupid... I had all the help in the world, and then even the multiverse. and yet still i didn't figure it out. I still didn't figure out i was a god of balance over positivity. I still didn't figure out i was doing more harm than good..."

Dream traces the grey grass under him "I was so against picking a domain Nighty... partly because i didn't want to pick something and get you stuck with something you would be hated for. Not again... but that wasn't all."

Dream hugs his legs and confesses what had been weighing him down "I was afraid of picking wrong. No, I am afraid of picking soemthing wrong. That i will pick something and once again not understand it... How did you do it Nightmare? How did you figure out what you were suposed to do? You didn't have help yet you understood...."

Drema chuckles and rubs his cheek "Not that it matters anymore. aparently i did already pick... Reaper confirmed it for me not too long ago... a god of progress. What the hell does that even mean? What does it mean i should do? I know i aparently helped blue by inspiring him to get out of that loop but still! That was on accident! what if i once again go to far?! what if i..." he hides his face "What if i mess up again?"

Guilt and Dream chuckles "Here i go again... whining about my trouble... I don't even know what my choice and pick do you... what is even the oposite of progress?! regression? Did i make it so you are stuck with like... reset stuff?!" he sighs as he rubs his cheek and rubs the tears away "This shit is so unfair... neither of us ever asked for this. We never wanted this and no one tried to help us before yet expected us to just know."

Dream stares at the memorial. no answers of course but he does feel better after speaking about his worries.

Dream chuckles as he pats the memorial gently "But.... that wasn't why i am here. As you know... today is a special day!" he turns to his pack and pulls out a bottle. it is champagne. and a few cupcakes. he lays the cupcakes between him and the structure before putting a candle on both cupcakes and lighting them.

Dream smiles as he opens the bottle and holds it up to the grave "It is our birthday!"

Dream rubs his neck "I know it must seem weird. after all! For the last i don't even know how many years i had so many people to celebrate with and so many powers and even before that it were the villagers but... well..."

his voice grows softer and softer "I miss when it was just us. After we collected berries and fresh fruits. when we would sneak off together and sit by the river to eat the fruits together and give each other small gifts..." he pulls a small wooden statue from his pack.

Dream looks at it and rubs the wood. He had spend weeks on it. an old familiar skill now unfamiliar and feeling alien in his hands. he managed to make a small owl at least. even if one eye was clearly bigger than the other and Dream now had more splinters in his hands then ever before, even more than he first started.

He places it carefully in front of the memorial "I know it... it isn't my best work... I am going to be honest, it is porbably my worst..." he just hadn't had time to try again. He tried so many times but none of them have looked right and as time went by it just kept getting worse and suddenly he didn't have time anymore.

Dream chuckles "It sucks that i.... i didn't keep up with the hobby... I hope you kept reading at least... that you had the chance to keep reading... your picture and castle seemed to reinforce this at least... there were so many books in there! and the picture of you reading..." he rubs his arm as he keeps sitting right there "I am sorry... that you felt like he had to leave and run from your home... again..." he glances down adn chuckles "look at me... rambling... lets blow out the candles okay? I will blow out both. Don't forget to make a wish."

Drema leans down and blows out the candles on both cupcakes before putting his hands together and making his wish.

A silent whisper in his mind.

please.

please.

Just give him the chance to meet Nightmare again.

To talk to him one more time.

If only once to tell him he is sorry and that Dream loves him.

Dream opens his sockets and smiles at the grave, ignoring the tears that are leaving his sockets "Did you make a wish nightmare? Remember. No telling! otherwise it wont come true!"

Dream takes the two cupcakes and eats both before opening the champagne bottle and drinking straight from it. He isn't a fan of stuff like this but champagne is suposed to be for celebrations and well... celebrating himself and his twin seems like a good reason.

He spends his afternoon like that. just being in his old AU thinking back.

Fitting. a god of progress... stuck thinking about the past.

Dream chuckles and sighs "Blue said it is fine you know? To take time and get used to everything... I just hope... that you are doing the same... taking your time to rest after everything. I can only imagine how exhausting it would ahve been to have to do everything you did while everyone was actively working against you..." he smiles up "Good news for that though! I managed to visit pretty much everyone who knew either of us personally or about us! And i managed to explain the situation! so.. hopefully... whever you are or are planning on going, people will let you be and do your thing..."

Dream smiles at the memorial with the raised bottle "to us. to the future... and... I miss you... I am sorry i didn't make it obvious how much you mean to me..."

That had to be the reason why Nightmare hadn't searched him out yet... because he beleived that Dream hated him.

And that is on Dream. On dream for not doing a good job as brother and making it obvious that he loved his twin.

Dream hums as he leans against the stone structure "I love you nighty. And I promise you, I will make it up to you once we meet again."

Maybe that is why he is the god of progress. Because he is willing to move forwards and make it up. progress towards a new future.

Dream blinks and laughs "I bet you would have heard my title and figured it out immediantly." he giggles as he leans against the stone "Happy birthday Nightmare."

Happy birthday to me.

Dream sips the expensive bottle and enjoys the peace and silence.

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