#bacca speaks

[jambos6]

It’s too goddamn hot out

[jambos6]

As I read this post who climbs up on me?

the best thing about being alive on earth is that sometimes there is a kitty

[chuchuminn]

REMINDERS + MASTERLIST!!

reminders...

1. i do NOT write for nsfw/sensitive topics.

2. i normally COULD complete one request every day, maybe half another one if i can fit it in, so be patient !!!

3. state if you want a specific kind of mc, (e.g. 5'11, bubbly personality)...but if you have no ideas i'm perfectly fine with my own persona

4. strictly english only. though do speak filo and am filo im not too fluent in it huhu and kind of insecure about my grammar and writing

5. although im mainly focused on AKNK, other things like touken ranbu and other games where theres no specified mc (e.g. obey me!) are fine or just no mc and just characters (if i know it)

6. i dont know the villa butlers as well as the others so i might make them ooc or i would take longer for those stuff

MASTERLIST..!!

AKUNEKO

First Floor

Berrien Cliane

☆ FAIRY ☆

Lono Fontaine

☆ FAIRY ☆

Bastien Kelly

☆ FAIRY ☆

☆ KISSES ☆

Second Floor

Haures Clifford

☆ GIFT GIVER ☆

Fennesz Oswald

☆ GIFT GIVER ☆

Ammon Lead

☆ GIFT GIVER ☆

Boschi Arenas

☆ GIFT GIVER ☆

3rd Floor

Lucas Thompscie

☆ KISSES ☆

Lamli Bennett

☆ coming soon...~

Nac Stein

☆ coming soon...~

Basement

Miyaji Oldia

☆ coming soon...~

Flure Garcia

☆ KISSES ☆

Lato Bacca

☆ coming soon...~

Villa

Yuuhan Shinonome

☆ coming soon...~

Hanamaru Kawakami

☆ coming soon...~

Teddy Brown

☆ coming soon...~

ALL BUTLERS

☆DEMON!AU MASTER

☆CHILD!AU MASTER

OTHER

☆ coming soon...~

[jambos6]

I’ve been spending new years watching tv with my husband and cuddling with this little guy

[primary-022]

Y/n was riding on the tank, enjoying the bumpy ride as they followed Rebecca and Jet Girl to find the rippers. Even though she was complaining a bit, she was having a great time. Suddenly, the tank started to sink into the ground, and Y/n quickly jumped back into the tank to avoid getting covered with sand.

After feeling the tank hit the ground y/n was about to get out but started to hear sounds from the outside that didn't sound right so she stayed inside after a few minutes she got out.

She checked her surroundings to make sure she didn't get caught by any of the rippers and slowly went towards the talking.

As she approached, she saw Becca and Jet being interrogated by some mutants who appeared to be the rippers. They seemed to be under the influence of some drugs due to their behavior.

"So like what are your names "said a jazzy ripper

As Becca and Jet giggled at his sniffing gesture.

"like what are you doing here"

"Is it true of what they say about guys with big shoes" Becca commented.

"Yeah," another said with a choker tattoo on his neck

"HE ASKS YOU A QUESTION ANSWERED IT" an angry one with dreads yelled.

"I have two words for you BRUSH YOUR TEETH" Becca yelled.

"Their spies they got water and power logos all over them," Dreads said.

"Yeah I was thinking that right but then "...

As they continued talking about if their spies or not while y/n backed up trying to look at her surroundings then she bumped into something.

"Oh shit"

"You guys heard that," one of the rippers said.

"Yeah"

"Booger, donner watch over them while we check it out," Dreads said.

As y/n quickly tried to run off she got caught by a ripper with red hair and overall.

"Oh hi there" "how's your day"

Then he picked y/n up and carried her to the rest of the group."Aye let me go"

"I would like a phone call"

"Oh y/n it's nice of you to join us," Becca said giggling

"I knew it this is one of your spy friends huh?! "Dreads said like he accomplished something

"No actually am just a stowaway," y/n said.

"Yeah whatever I know y'all are spies"

"Ooh Check it out they have tattoos I wonder where else they got them" Chocker tattoos Ripper who may be called Donner.

"I don't think those are tattoos like who would want some alphabet soup I would rather have a dragon or something more aquarium related you dig," Jazzy Ripper said

"Ohh nice choice and, lovely options" y/n comment

"Oh why thank you"

"Well there are prisoners' stamps"

"Prisoners my ass that's exactly what they want us to think"

"Or better yet that isn't what they want us to think that way we'll think what they think we might think but actually..."

"Booga"

"Huh?"

"Try not to speak"

"How much did they pay you to spy on us?" dreads ask

"Two dollars and fifteen cents," Becca said laughing!!

"Dude you're getting paid" y/n added

"Shut up!!"

Putting Becca on more serum.

"Make sure to get the stowaway "Dreads added

"Oop no thank you I am a clean spirit but thank you for the offer consent is key," y/n said in a kindly manner

"I wasn't offering"

"You should go easy on the Truth serum you might send them off," Donner said

As Tank Girl leans her hand down on Jet's shoulder.

"Hey," Becca said whisper like

"Oh second thought that could be to our advantage"

"That's good am Instead of asking questions anyways, I say we kill them," Dreads said

"I say we hump them," Donner said eagerly

"I was thinking y'all should let us go,"y/n said

"No one asking you"

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," y/n said under her breath

"WHAT"

"I say we get crumpets and tea" Booga

Tasty crumpets and tea all in favor of crumpets and tea say I" Jazzy held a vote

"I," said other rippers

"Oh nice I love crumpets and tea," y/n said

"Shut up there ain't going to be any crumpets or tea we're going to take them outside right now and waste them" Dreads angrily said

I think their nice ii-i say we let them go" Booga suggested

"Let them go their spies, gonna kill them myself "Dreads went to attack Bacca and jet

"Wait," Jazzy said holding him back

"I don't remember anybody putting you in charge t-saint"

"Egh"t-saint groans

"Yeah he's right we're a committee we'll vote on it, "Donner said

"Dig"

"All in favor of killing them raise your tail" Jazzy started the vote

T-saint and two others behind him raised their tail.

"And all those in favor of not killing them, "Booga said

Booga, Donner, and one behind him raised their tail.

Y/n raised their hand as well ✋

"You don't count, " t-saint said

"Aw"

"Gentlemen it's a tie," Jazzy said

"Coin toss time"Donner added

"This is pathetic" T-saint complained

"Well not really it's quite nice if you think about it"y/n joined

"Shut up!"

"Sheesh sorry" 😔

From now on then y/n knew it would get chaotic but she liked it like that and knew they would have the time of their life and were starting to like them, especially T-saint and the Jazzy Ripper who still didn't know his name yet.

Bro, I have been stuck on this forever and it has been in my draft forever but finally, it's here it was a lot easier than I thought but time-consuming but it is still fun.

(Also, the booger part was a little bit hard to do but I got through it)🥲

Tag

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I know you have been wanting more I hope. you ask 🤗you receive🌌

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Ik y'all didn't ask but I hope y'all still like it I felt like I needed to anyway. Have a love day /night 🔮🌌

[jambos6]

Something doesn’t seem right here

Reblog if u vote :)

[sullustangin]

Rating: T, presently

CW warning: Minor OC off-screen character death (yep, here we go)

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To:  TS

From:  Bacca

Little Girl isn’t home.  Meet us.  T3 too.

That was the missive that had arrived midday, and Theron had watched the hours on his chrono pass painfully slowly.  He needed to know their take on this.  He…needed to speak to someone.  About her.  Nobody else in his life had even known Eva had existed as she did for him, except the crew. 

He pulled open the hangar door, sliding it open just wide enough for T3 to roll through. 

He knew that he wasn’t going to like what he saw, when he heard T3 mournfully whistle.  He turned around anyway.   

Virtue’s Thief had been attacked.  She had escaped, but nothing much had been repaired.  There was still a scent of char and burnt plastic about her.  The metal of the hull was stressed in new places.  Her landing gear also seemed to have been damaged.  No, Virtue’s Thief wasn’t flying again any time soon; it was miracle she’d made it this far. 

…there had been an attempt to lower the gangplank for Theron, but the entire mechanism had collapsed out of the Thief, like a defective accordion.  Instead, Virtue’s Thief crouched to the ground, her hull barely held off the floor by stabilizers and emergency supports.  A short ramp had been laid out for T3. 

When Theron approached the ship, he felt the galaxy exert its weight down upon him.  The lights …even the feel of the ship -- different.  She was as a great animal, battered and left to heal her own wounds in the darkness.  But that wasn’t possible.  The Thief couldn’t self-heal.  She needed her Captain to know what to do…

And she wasn’t here right now. 

[baccalonius]

i hope tumblr gets their shit together and leaves this cute man alone 😭

You and me both!

[jambos6]

Wait what happened to @thebibliosphere ‘s checkmarks?

There were so many when I took this screenshot yesterday:

Edit: I guess she turned them off because 86 checkmarks was crashing the app when people scrolled past her posts.

We can buy each other checkmarks now? Tumblr sanctioned violence

[invui]

when shy/introvert aruji-sama kabedons them

had this in my inbox for quite a while and i believe that this is going to be the very last written work i will be posting before opening requests again after like 4 months, this was also two separate requests but i decided to combine them together so i could finish them quickly

the introverted aruji-sama isn’t majorly discussed in the headcannons but it is implied (im just saying this if you don’t rlly find it involved when you read it)

characters: lato, nac, bastien, and lono

Lato Bacca

despite the very flattering gesture, lato is going to be quite calm

like he’s going to tilt his head while smiling and ask you a very polite question

“oh? you aren’t really the type of person to do such heartfelt actions, are you finally opening up to me?”

you blinked twice, looking at lato who seemed to be unaffected by the very unexpected kabedon. which in return, did take quite a toll on you in making you flustered

the both of you look into each other’s eyes for a solid 5 minutes before lato slithered away from your hands and stood up with a smile on his face

lato is definitely the type of person to literally reciprocate almost every affectionate action you do since you don’t really tend to say a lot about yourself so he might as well savor every moment he gets to spend with you before chaos ensues

so even after getting kabedoned out of nowhere doesn’t really give out much of a reaction from lato

he’s going to consider you as a little sibling just like flure

and when he establishes the fact that your his temporary sibling, bet he’s going to pat your head after he stands up

which would obviously (or maybe) leave you standing there at the same spot and touching the top of your head where lato patted

think of it as like that one qiqi idle animation in genshin impact if you play the game

Nac Stein

not going to lie here, you got some balls kabedoning nac imo (unless if you actually love him)

the moment you kabedon him he is going immediately in character as if he’s in romeo & juliet or something out of a teleserye

would definitely spout out william shakespeare shit

“I-i don’t think i can move on but i have one last thing to say..”

the first thing that went into my mind is that after nac says that line, he’s going to like caress your face or cup it with one hand

and as your introverted ass realize what he is doing, you’re probably going to flinch and bring your head backward

honestly, nac wouldn’t necessarily find it weird that you don’t really engage in social activities but he does try his best to probably bring out the words you try to say

and that also means that his flirty ass is still present in every way possible

kabedons don’t affect him as he is the peter to your wendy/j

when you do flinch he’s probably going to go quiet and mutter an apology if things get a bit/too awkward

if things are not however, he’s going to apologize with his flirty attitude

nac is just nac you supposed

Bastien Kelly

he’s the type of person who would show an empty expression but would gradually get flustered

in my opinion, he might’ve thought that it was an accident and quietly apologized

two introverts involved with a kabedon, i bet that it’s going to get awkward as hell

probably the type to look away any second after realizing what had happened

and that’s absolutely relatable

the both of you might have spaced out for a few minutes before bastien spoke up

“aruji-sama…can you get up?”

bastien wouldn’t find you awkward since the both of you rarely speak at all, it’s just that the air was the one that spoke in awkwardness

he’s happy to know that he has an aruji-sama who’s just like him

although i believe that you’re the one who speaks the most between the both of you

he would probably be more flustered if you were a very happy-go-lucky type of person (and that’s cute imo)

so even after the kabedon, he’s most likely going to walk away flustered and hope that you wouldn’t mention it in the near future so he wouldn’t get embarrassed

but it is also likely that lono saw what had happened and planned to use it as blackmail material against bastien sooner or later

Lono Fontaine

himbo with a little more sense of justice (probably deuce but make him a little smarter)

definitely the type of person who would just laugh his ass off thinking that you had accidentally fallen or something

for some reason, it is probably easy to make him laugh even without trying

if he’s very fond of you that is

after he’s done lmao’fing, it’s probably going to get awkward (like the others)

but don’t you worry! lono won’t leave the situation quiet for too long so he’s going to ask you to get up

“can you like, get up…?”

lono of course wouldn’t mine it if you were shy or introverted

if you are reluctant to do something, lono’s got your back

he’s your gun bear basically, a personal cheerleader

he doesn’t care if you thank him or not, what he cares about is how you’re happy

so of course, affection is greatly appreciated

after asking you that question, he’s going throw the situation around just be getting up while carrying you in his arms — bridal style, if you may

definitely going to catch you off guard which makes lono laugh out loud

“i’m strong! see?”

in summary, he’s just the typical lmao type of guy who would probably ask what the meaning of himbo is

requests are officially open for the first time in forever yay

[jambos6]

Thank god the “work” part of this work trip is over; now to relax before the party tonight and flight home tomorrow

[writing-the-end]

LoL Chapter 30- Shadow Fox

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)

Doc, Zed, and Scar have made their way to the city of Foresta, deep in the forests where animals are going missing and the nightmares grow worse daily. Meeting with a local shepherd, they find allies in the most unusual ways.

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“Oh, yeah, watch it with the Zhenniao, their spit burns like mad.” Zedaph crows as he 

pets the soft white feathers of a Caladrius, the two having a conversation about their favorite seeds. 

“Uh… is this thing supposed to have three legs?” Scar leaps back, narrowly avoiding the corvid. He laughs though, and preens the beast’s wing. 

“Yep! Yatagarasu are born with two legs, but the third one grows when they learn to fly!” Zed sets the Caladrius back. As much as he loved the insightful debate he held with the bird, it’s not the kind of help they need. Besides, it would bring as much attention as an alicanto. “What about it, you three legged birdy? Want to join our team? Phoebe can teach you all the best ways to get letters to us- and the best places to peck at the hermits to get them to wake up.” 

“I swear to god I don’t want to have to build another eye.” Doc sets the acid spitting bird down, and waits for Zedaph to respond. But the blond hermit was always having a thousand different conversations at once. On their way here, he had a whole horde of forest creatures following him. 

The city of Foresta was open, patches of grass and trees older than the kingdom sprouting between houses and wide streets. Between the throngs of people, creatures of all shapes and sizes wandered down the dirt paths. Satori swing from the horns of a chimaera, leaping over the massive bodies that create the baku. Birds of all shapes, sizes, and different heads fly through the high canopy, fluttering to stop on the stone tower of the postal office. It’s here where the hermits are searching for another carrier bird. Poor Phoebe can’t do all the work herself, especially with so many hermits off hunting down reports.

And that was the other reason they were in the city of Flora and Fauna. Sent here to discover the whereabouts of missing familiars and family beasts. Carrier birds, farm beasts, even a family’s own cerberus have gone missing in the past few months. While Doc had his suspicions of their fate, Scar and Zedaph wanted to confirm his beliefs. 

“Alright, so that’s two more feathery friends added to the family.” The Zhenniao jumps from Zed’s shoulder, pulling on a tassel of Scar’s outfit. 

“I’m sure Grian will make fast friends with them, he already has Phoebe wrapped around his finger.” Scar chuckles, holding the bird close. “But what about the missing familiars? Did you get any information on who we could speak to?” 

“Actually, yes. A very talkative pegasus told me that a few streets down is where a whole herd of shleep went berserk a few days back.” 

Doc doesn’t waste another second. Marching down the street, eyes set on the direction Zedaph pointed. His gaze so intimidating, even a brigade of baccas part to stay out of his way. With one bird holding onto Zed’s hair, and another clasping Scar’s elongated ear, the other two give chase, Zed yelling turns to the marching beast that is Doc. He only halts in his tracks when he hears Zed yell “Stop! We’re here!” 

Screeching to a halt, Doc is left standing in an open field, sunlight blazing on the bright grass. Dotted with white patches of flowers, the pasture is empty. Unlike the busy city, even the parks in Foresta, this moorland was empty. 

Mostly empty. A young boy, laying beside a three headed sheepdog, is weaving dandelions into a flower crown. One for each head of his friend, and one for his own. Doc trains his mismatched eyes on the boy, and makes his presence known. 

Unfortunately for Doc, his presence is impending at best, downright terrifying at worst. The boy opens his eyes, and squeaks like a mouse at the sight of the hermit. He curls up, hands raised. “Please, just take my money I don’t got anything else!” 

“I’m not here to rob you.” Doc growls, rolling his eyes. Years of being a hardened criminal never really fades off his face. “Are you the shepherd?” 

“I’m sorry the shleep have been acting up lately! I don’t know how to make the nightmares stop, they’re still alarmed from the attack the other night.” The cerberus nuzzles one head beneath the boy’s arms, while the other two growl at the intruders. 

Until Zed steps up, a smile and a soft cooing voice turning one head from foe to friend. All it takes is one scratch of the ear, and he’s got the sheepdog wrapped around his finger. ���That’s actually why we’re here. We came to help.” 

The boy lifts his head, looking at the unusual troupe. Two innocent, smiling faces surround the hardlined scowl of the hybrid hermit. Scar nudges Doc in the stomach, and the puppeteer sits to his knees. Looking much less impending when he’s not towering over the shepherd. “We heard that some unusual things have been happening in Foresta. Familiars going missing, pets getting lost left and right. Do you know anything of what’s causing that?” 

“What’s your name, kiddo?” Scar chuckles, plopping down next to the shepherd and beginning to weave his own flower crown. 

“I-Isaac.” He twists a blade of grass in between his fingers. “I...yeah, yeah I’ve seen a lot of it happen. When you’re a shleep herder, you see all manner of things happen in the night. But no one believes the boy who cries chupacabra. Or bakunawa, or ‘oh gods the neighbor’s cactus cat is suddenly an ash monster’!” 

“We’ll believe you. We came here just to hear those stories.” Scar chuckles. He looks over, and sees Doc’s expression start to soften, and the puppeteer reaches out to help Isaac finish the knot of his flower crown. Doc hates to admit it, but they all know he’s very good with kids. When he’s not being a hardass. “What have you seen?” 

“I...I’ve seen these critters, sneaking through the streets at night. All kinds of critters, actually, but...different from the normal. They look like they’re falling apart, like a cherry tree’s bark.” He runs his hands over his arms, attempting to find flakes of his own skin as proof. “They scare the shleep every night, and disappear into the city. And then I see more, and more. They drag other critters out of their homes and barns, and turn them into more flake monsters.” 

“Husks.” Doc whispers, his suspicions confirmed. Dark magic has even made it into the depths of the Evernight forest. But Isaac is hardly listening. Like any child, he has more story to tell. 

“The other night, those flake critters went after my herd. A chupacabra. But...I thought they never went after shleep! Shleep aren’t tasty- I don’t think so, at least. They’re all cosmic wool and gristle.” 

“Husks aren’t exactly looking for a tasty meal.” Zed whispers, “They’re looking for magic, and shleep are full of them.” He would know, he was once a shleep farmer when he was young. It’s how he honed his magic. 

“They come every night, stealing more critters. Soon, all that will be left is shleep causing nightmares and those husky things.” Isaac shakes his head. “Foresta won’t be much fun without all the critters here.” 

“Don’t worry about it, kiddo. Us hermits are here to stop it.” Scar announces, grinning and tossing his short brown locks of hair over his shoulder. Trying to look as heroic as he sounds. 

The shepherd giggles. “Hermits? But you aren’t alone, you can’t be a hermit!” 

“Ask Hypno why we’re named that.” Doc laughs as well, even though he knows the story full well, it’s still funny every time someone points it out. “Don’t worry, kid. By the time we’re done here, you’ll all be having sweet dreams again.” 

“You’re the coolest bad guy ever.” Isaac whispers, and places the flower crown on Doc’s tangled mess of hair. 

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He refuses to take it off. Even as the sun falls and the city goes quiet, only nocturnal creatures lurking among the streets, he keeps his flower crown secure on his head. All three hermits watch the ruminants bleat and make their way around the town, cosmic wool spinning with stars and galaxies, entire worlds for their fur promising night rest. Wisps of the shleep’s fleece dance into the damp, warm air of Foresta. But it’s dancing in the air that the soft mist turns to harsh dust, slipping through open windows and under closed doors. Delivering nightmares to the people. 

In the distance, Scar frowns at the sound of someone crying. Waking up from the bad dream. It’s not the poor shleep’s fault, they can’t control their own magic. They’re just sleep sheep, it’s the husks that have them all bothered. If the hermits can stop the husks, the shleep can be happy again and the entire city can finally get a good night’s rest. 

Doc waves to Isaac, walking out with the last shleep from the pasture. Zedaph opens his eyes, blinking away the embers of magic. Oddly enough he feels the desire to chew grass now. The shleep are scared. Scared of the creatures that lurk in the dark, bodies lacking souls or even life. Just corpses- husks- forced to move by dark magic. One ram told Zed they were never afraid of the creatures of the night, their fellow nocturnal beasts, until that chupacabra turned on them. 

Doc and Zed share a quiet conversation about the information they’ve gathered, and Scar lays back in the grass. Watching leaves shadow the sky above him, stars twinkling in the same way they glimmered on the shleep’s coat. The distant titter of dyads among the trees, the soft hoots from various birds in the post office sound like music to Scar’s ears, and he closes his eyes to bask in the quiet night. Hunting dark magic isn’t that bad, if it leads to quiet, serene moments as well as exciting action. He feels himself dozing off, figuring that Doc or Zed will keep an eye out for some creepy dark beast. 

He’s alone. Sitting up in a dark alleyway, the sound of yelling echoing from his parents’ silk shop. Something warm pools on his cheek, burning along his very namesake, mixing with saltwater. Scar raises a hand to try  and staunch the blood, and discovers his hand is covered in mud, adorned with gemstone rings of gold. 

“You’re not a farm boy, Forest.” The words spit out in his father’s voice, but the lips that speak them are none other than the Magistrate’s. “Stop playing in dirt, this magic of yours is a disgrace as it is. You’re going to ruin the family image. And you’re clothes.” 

“But I like my magic.” Scar whispers, turning his hand over. The mud changes color, dripping through his fingers into pools of blood. 

“You should have let your magic wither away, or better yet- give it to me.” Dolios grabs Scar’s wrist, dragging him into darkness.

Dragging him from his nightmare. But while Dolios was a dream, something tugging on his wrist was very real. Scar leaps to his feet, retreating from the creature that is pulling his bag from his clutches. “Hey, no that’s my stuff! My snacks!” 

Scar stumbles to his feet, kicking Doc on the way up. “What the hell Scar?” 

He doesn’t look back, chasing after the black furred monster. As dark as a husk, with white glowing eyes and all. He can’t see the creature’s form, just the illumination of white light from it’s eyes, Scar’s purple bag swinging from it’s mouth. He needs to catch up, get his stuff back. Rather than scooting around a fallen tree, he makes the ground rise from beneath him, flinging him over with a much less graceful landing. “Get back here you little cretin!” 

Behind Scar, Doc and Zedaph stumble through the forest. Tripping over roots and twisting their ankles in holes, they lose sight of the terraformer as moonlight is engulfed by the trees of the Evernight forest. The only light is the soft glow of bioluminescent mushrooms, moss, and leaves. At the interface between Foresta and the Evernight, the glow was indistinguishable. But Zed knows the deeper they go, the brighter the bioluminescence should get. 

But it never brightens. He continues to get caught in roots, eyes never finding enough light to see where he’s going. A stone halts Zed’s forward momentum, and he tumbles to the ground. “How can Scar keep up such a pace?” 

“Because he’s Scar, how does he do half the things he does?” Doc sighs, collapsing to his ass and looking around. The darkness of the forest is endless, leaves stitched together to be a roof that blocks out all light from the sky. He toes a mushroom, watching the fungi glow weakly. Shouldn’t it be brighter this far in? 

“Oh, Doc, look!” Zed slaps Doc on the shoulder, harder than he realizes, pointing in the direction opposite of where Scar went running.

“What, I can’t see shit.” Doc growls. 

“Perytons!” Zed crawls forward, light appearing under one arm. “They can help us, we just have to make friends with them! They’re very skittish cre-” 

In one swift motion, Doc casts his magic. In one blink, he’s watching Zedaph crawl through the mossy floor, the next he’s grazing on a nearby tree branch. The Peryton gave almost no resistance, and now Doc can control the beast. See through it’s night-adjusted eyes. Lo and behold, Zedaph looks stupid no matter what eyes are watching him. Zedaph sits up, pouting. “Well that’s no fun.” 

Doc can’t answer him, not while he’s in control of the Peryton. Stepping his hooved feet over Zedaph and fluttering iridescent green wings, he takes care of his own body standing still as a stone. One eye remains glassy, as if looking through a lens, but the red oculus of his other eye has disappeared completely. He can see the glow in the metal of his arm emanating from the deer creature, as he picks up his body with his rack of antlers and places it on his feathery back. 

By the time Doc has cared for his vulnerable physical form, Zedaph has cast his own spell. Such similar results, but completely different magic. Zedaph shepherded the mind of the creature into helping him- Doc just took full control. Either way, the two are able to follow the direction that Scar disappeared. Deeper into the forest, away from the city. 

Zedaph notices that the bioluminescent of the Evernight Forest is missing, no matter how deep they go. The darkness remains, clinging to the branches and bark like a tapestry slung across the forest. He’s not even sure where Scar could be at this point- this wilderness expands on for thousands of hectares. 

Until he hears the spluttering mix of a laugh and a whimper, the noise so uniquely Scar that both Doc and Zed turn in the direction it arose from. Even through the eyes of the Peryton, it becomes almost impossible to see around them, darkness consuming everything around them. 

Because that’s what it is. Returning to his own body, Doc stumbles to his feet and rushes to light up a torch. A few paces ahead of him, Sca has trapped himself in a bramble bush, a tiny shadow fox dangling his bag just barely out of his reach. “Come on little guy, I’m sorry I mistook you for a husk. You’re cute, I promise! It’s just with your eyes and coat, you looked like a darkness monster.” 

“Need some help, or have you learned from Zed?” Doc snickers, pulling Scar from his thorny trap by the collar. The shadow fox chirps, ears turning to the side in joyful mischief. It approaches the hermits, dropping Scar’s bag at his feet. Glowing eyes, bright as sunshine, cast the shadow that creates the fox’s body. Zedaph can’t help but reach down to pet the shadow creature either way. 

“She guided us here. To...this.” Scar whispers, feeling the tension on his body already. The weight in his lungs, watching the light from the fox’s eyes and Doc’s torch be consumed by the black cluster of crystal. 

“This is what’s making the husks in Foresta. Just like in Gildara, it’s draining the forest.” All of the light, Limal’s creation with the goddess of death, vanishing as Dolios’s thirst for power drains the forest of life. Doc shakes his head. “We can’t let it continue. Scar, why don’t you…” 

Scar is gone again. Disappeared from between Zed and Doc, though not as far gone as before. Just a short distance away. Being attacked by another creature. This one, however, isn’t aiming for Scar’s bag like the thieving fox. 

It’s aiming for his throat, naked tail and matted fur thrashing and foam snarling from scraggly teeth. But unlike the shadow fox, the monster’s body is flaking and breaking apart with each movement, tufts of fur turning to smoke and ash. Zedaph sighs, more tired than before. “Great, now we got a ROUS to deal with as well as a creepy crystal.” 

“Massive rat first, please!” Scar cries, snapping his boots up and digging the spurs into the massive beast’s stomach. He rolls away, gnarled roots and dirt barricading him and the ROUS. 

Doc and Zed look at each other, then the ROUS before them, the darkness-crazed animal clawing through the barrier. It has a taste of Scar’s flesh, and he tastes sweet. Alive. Neither of their magic can work. There’s no soul to shepherd. Dark magic is already controlling the ROUS. They have to resort to another method. 

A much more combative, cutthroat method. One that Doc knows well. Grabbing the bone handle of his knife, dark metal and nicked, toothed edges of kaber blade pulling free of old leather. “Scar, can you try to pin it down?” 

“I'll add it to the list.” A startled squeak harmonizes with the viscous growl. The muzzle of the ROUS reels back, spittle glistening and falling from ivory white blades, and snaps. Scar rolls out of the way and slams his hands down on the ground once he’s been freed. The dirt erodes into sand and water, a pit of quicksand opening it’s maw beneath their feet. Scar scrabbles backwards, the mud water attempting to pull him in as well, gasping for air. With another wave of his hand, the ground resolidifies. The naked hands and feet of the enormous rodent are trapped in solid ground. 

Doc wastes no time. Freeing the body of the ROUS from the claws of darkness, his blade cuts through the empty body like he’s cutting fabric. The darkened for withers away into dust, and Zedaph kicks it away from the pile for good measure. 

The three boys sit on the silent, blighted forest floor. Ignoring the angry crystal, or the darkness consuming around them. Scar is panting like he ran a mile, Zedaph petting the soft shade ears of the fox that led them there, and Doc twirling his own knife. They just need a moment, a second to recollect themselves. Doc looks at his blade, forged in False’s fires. No matter what, no matter how strong a mage can be, sometimes they have to resort to the same tools as every other person. “Alright, enough sitting down. Let's put this crystal to ruin and let Isaac and his shleep finally get some peace.”

[memyselfandclive]

If

The nation has gone football mad.  We’ve caught the bug and, once again, we’re starting to believe that football might well be coming home again.

I’ve been following England since the 1982 World Cup when I was a lad.  There has been a lot of disappointment in that time.  So of course, I want England to win the Euros. But the thing I really want more than anything is for Southgate to lead England to winning the Euros.

I remember wondering in 1996 why this young and reasonably inexperienced guy was taking such a high-profile penalty when much more experienced players didn’t.  After that miss, I remember feeling cross at the likes of Tony Adams for not stepping up.  But I wonder what the Southgate of today would look like had he not taken, and missed, that penalty?

Had Tony Adams taken a penalty, he may have scored and we may have gone on to win the game and the tournament.  But had he missed, what we know of his demons with drugs and alcohol now, it may have been too much.  We just never know.

We often use the phrase ‘character-building’ when people go through hard times, but it really is true. Even Beckham getting sent off against Argentina in 98, I believe, was the making of him and the leader he became. Southgate has written a book for young people called ‘Anything is possible’ with the subtext of ‘Be brave, be kind & follow your dreams’.  If you’ve got kids, I recommend you buy it for them.

You never hear anyone speak of Southgate without speaking highly of him. I heard Paul Merson saying that he used to look at Southgate and think ‘I wish I was like you’.  There have been times when I’ve questioned his tactics and team selection, but at the time of writing, we’re in the semi-finals of the Euros, we’ve won the group, knocked out Germany and haven’t conceded a goal. Maybe he knows better than me after all!!!

And the way he looks out for other people.  After winning the QF match, he talks about the subs who haven’t played and how important they are. After the Germany game, you see him going round all of the unused subs. Carlos Bacca missed Columbia’s Penalty in the World Cup shootout against England in 2018 and while the England players were celebrating winning the game, Southgate went straight over the Bacca to console him.  

The bottom line is, I’ll cry if we win it and I’ll cry if we don’t.  Either way, the tears will be for Southgate.  We need young people to look at him and say ‘I wanna be like that’.

[baccalonius]

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

23. do you wear jewelry?

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3. I like most colors, but not a big fan of yellowish greens, like this "baby puke green" (hex code #b6c406 for those who are curious)

17. Check this app....constantly 🙃

23. The only jewelry I wear on a daily basis is my wedding ring. See below for a #throwback Thursday of me modeling said ring during my wedding weekend back in 2019.

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[jambos6]

Is he tho?

Hey erm.... is Tumblr actually scaling images down in the app now...?

[snowflakeblogs]

New World

Fandom: Team Crafted

Pairings: SkyDoesMinecraft/Bajan Canadian (Skyenja), Brice | GoldSolace/SetoSorcerer (SetoSolace), MinecraftUniverse/MunchingBrotato (MunchingUniverse), One-Sided JeromeASF/Bajan Canadian (Merome)

Summary: The battle has been won, but at what cost?

Warnings: Major Character Death, Death in Childbirth, Mpreg

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“Notch, we’re not naming our child Budder, Sky!” 

“Ah! It hurts, it hurts so bad.”

“It’s so weird, feeling her move inside of me. I can’t wait till she gets here, and I’ll finally be able to hold her.” 

“You’re going to have to cut her out of me. I don’t have the energy to push. It’s the only way. Please, Sky! I can’t let her die.” 

“I can’t wait to sing this to her when she’s finally here. When you play Mine, Mine, Minecraft; sing it with me Sky!” 

“We both know that I’m not going to make it through this. I want you to let her know how much I loved her though, and that I’m sorry it had to be this way.”  

“Sky! Sky! Come here! I can feel her, she’s kicking! Say hi for your Daddy sweetie.” 

“Please, please, I just need to hold her. I need to hold my daughter just once before I die.”  

“Ugh, you’re impossible. You’d think after months you would give up, but nope! For the last time, we’re not naming our child Budder, Sky. We can name her something similar though. Hmm… how about, Aurelia?” 

“I love you Sky, I love you so, so much. And don’t you ever forget that.” 

Sky sat in the remains of what used to be the Team Crafted base, surrounded by dead mobs and fallen recruits. But at that moment, he cared not for any of that, as he held the dead body of his lover in his arms. 

Off to the side stood one of Sky’s most trusted friends, Tyler, otherwise known as MunchingBrotato, who had found Sky just as his daughter had been born. As well as Mitch who was barely alive from the birth. 

Tyler had immediately rushed to his friend’s aid, but Mitch had stopped him and had said that he only wanted to hold his daughter before he could breathe his dying breath. 

Tyler only sat in silence as his friend, whose stomach was cut wide open from the birth, held his daughter in his arms, kissing her on the head, and professing his love to his lover one last time before breathing his final breath. 

As his friend sobbed over his lover’s corpse, Tyler had made it his duty to watch over the child as he left his friend to grieve.  

Tyler had originally been sent to let his friends know the good news, that the battle against Herobrine, Sky’s father, was over. But he came across a more sombre site instead. 

Rather than informing his fellow members of Team Crafted of Mitch’s death, Tyler knew that it was his duty as a friend to watch over his friend and protect his daughter. 

The Battle against Herobrine had originally started because Herobrine was not accepting of Sky’s love for the human known as Bajan Canadian. Sky, not taking no for an answer, had officially left the depths of the Nether where his father’s kingdom was, and instead chose to start Team Crafted with Mitch. 

For years, they lived in peace, thinking they were all safe from Herobrine’s wrath, but no one was prepared for the battles that were to come. For months they fought and lost against Herobrine, and eventually, Mitch was forced to leave the fights after he found out he was pregnant with Sky’s child, something that neither of them were expecting to happen. 

But, Seto’s magic was never wrong, and thus the two expecting parents, as well as Team Crafted and it’s recruits, all prepared for the coming life. 

It was joyous at first, and everything was going perfect, until tonight when Hereobrine led an unexpected attack on the Team Crafted base. 

Mitch had unfortunately been captured by Herobrine and was used as bait to lure Sky into a trap where father and son finally confronted each other. 

Sky tried to convince his father that Mitch was innocent, and had nothing to do with the battle, but Herobrine saw Mitch as a weakness for Sky, and thus he used his powers on Mitch, poisoning him on the inside, and consequently starting him into premature labour. 

Sky immediately fought against his father, and with the help of Enderlox and WitherMU, they were able to send Herobrine deep into the Nether World, not to be seen again for many years. 

But, that still left Herobrine’s large army and a weakened Mitch from the poison and the labour. 

Sky had taken Mitch away from the attack, whilst the other members of Team Crafted fought against the rest of the mobs.  

Before Sky had left, Seto had given him a healing potion to heal Mitch of the poison in his body. But it was too late, and his body was already too weakened, and Seto could do nothing to stop the labour. 

Tyler stood there in silence, holding the babe, who was surprisingly quiet despite the fact she had only been born not moments ago. He had only just noticed that Mitch had sacrificed his plaid hoodie to wrap the newborn in.

The only noise that could be heard was Sky’s weeping.

Suddenly though, the calls of their friends could be heard near the end of the hallway they were by.   

Of course Seto was able to feel Mitch’s life slipping away. 

And that means-oh no, Jerome. 

“SKY, YOU SON OF A NOTCH, WHERE ARE YOU?” The bacca roared loudly, startling the babe who had originally been silent and therefore giving away their location.

Jerome entered the room in a state of anger, followed by the worried faces of the rest of the Team Crafted members.

They all halted as they took in the sight before them.

“Oh my god” Seto gasped, his hand immediately covering his mouth as tears started to flow down his face. His lover, Brice, wrapped his arms around him, pulling his face towards his chest, hiding the site away from his eyes. 

“Biggums?” the bacca whimpered out, and the occupants of the room flinched at the pure pain in his tone. 

Jerome and Mitch were childhood friends, Mitch being the first human Jerome ever made friends with, and they had been as thick as glue their whole lives until Sky came along. 

It was no secret that the bacca’s heart beat for the human, but the Son of Herobrine had stolen his friend’s heart instead.

Jerome watched silently from the side as his best friend fell in love with another, but never once had he complained, instead treasuring the close bond the two of them shared. 

Even if Sky and Mitch were lovers, Jerome and Mitch were soulmates; sharing a bond very few in Minecraftia ever shared. 

Jerome rushed towards the dead body of his best friend, sitting on the other side of his body where Sky had him in a tight hold. 

Jerome tentatively held out one paw to Mitch’s still face, stroking it slightly, ever so softly, as if he was caressing a lover.

“Sky…” Ty said softly, walking over and putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder. Sky didn’t respond to the touch, seemingly in his own world of pain. 

Jerome had stopped touching Mitch and instead sat there in silence as he took in the state his friend was in.

Jason had slowly walked over to where Tyler was at and quickly gave his lover a once over before helping Tyler check over the newborn, who had calmed down after some shushing from Tyler. 

Quentin slowly walked over to Jerome and sat beside him, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulder, and allowing him to lean against him in shock. 

Seto, who had calmed down from the crying, gave Ian a look, communicating with him what had to be done. Ian nodded his head, understanding the task that had been set for him, before walking over to Sky, and without Sky noticing, he lifted the dead body of Mitch out of his arms.

As Ian walked out of the room to take Mitch’s body away, Seto nodded at Brice, who gave Seto a quick kiss to his head, before he followed Ian out.

And then there were eight. 

Jerome, who had seemingly come out of his shock, immediately stood up, forcing Quentin’s arms off of him and startling everyone. 

The bacca let out a deep growl which shocked Sky out of his state, allowing him to notice that he was no longer holding Mitch’s body. He looked up at the bacca.

“This is all your fault!” Jerome growled out in anger. 

Sky stared at the bacca in shock, and then anger as he glared at his friend, before standing up as well. 

“My fault? How the hell is this my fault?” Sky cried out in anger. 

Jerome rolled his eyes, “Oh please! If Mitch had ended up with me, then none of this would have happened in the first place! The battles, the pain, the family drama, Mitch’s death?” 

“Team Crafted?” Seto’s voice boomed out. Everyone stared at the sorcerer in shock, not knowing he could look so calm yet speak so aggressively.  

Seto then strolled over to the two, who looked about ready to hit each other, if it was not for Quentin and Ty being prepared to hold them back.     

“You would both do well to remember that it is neither of our faults. So Sky, I don’t want to see you blaming anyone but your father, do you hear me? And Jerome, I know your grieving, and I get that it hurts, but it hurts for all of us as well! Mitch wasn’t just your friend, nor was he just your lover Sky, he was our friend and fellow comrade, and his death is hitting and will be hitting all of us very hard.” 

They all stood in silence amongst each other, processing the words of their friend. A throat was then cleared, breaking the silence. They all turned towards Tyler, who was slowly approaching them, the babe still held in his arms.

“Sky,” Tyler said quietly, looking his friend in the eyes. 

“Would you like to hold your daughter?” 

Sky’s breathing hitched, as he stared at the baby for a long time, before he looked away, turning around and walking away a few metres. 

Tyler stood beside Seto, looking at him helplessly on what to do next. 

“Um, can I hold her?” a meek voice said. Tyler’s head snapped at the source and was surprised to see it was Jerome. 

Tyler’s faced softened before he nodded and handed the bacca the tiny babe. 

The child only stirred slightly at the change in arms, before settling into the fluffy fur that the bacca had. 

Jerome started to tear up at the sight of the little girl who looked so much like Mitch.

“Hey there,” he choked out, tears slightly falling down his face. “I’m your Uncle Jerome. Woah, you look so much like your Mother, you even have his hair” he said in awe. 

Sky turned around slightly from where he was standing, staring at the sight that was in front of him. Jerome felt the slight movement, making eye contact with him before Sky quickly looked away. 

Jerome stared at the child for another moment, gently stroking her chubby little cheeks, before placing a gentle kiss on her head and with a soft whisper, he promised her his undying loyalty and protection. 

He then walked over to Sky, who was staring at the ground hard with a blank expression. Sky didn’t notice the movement until two hairy feet were in his line of sight, and only then did he look into the eyes of the bacca.

Jerome’s eyes soften at the broken sight of his friend that he had just been yelling at only moments ago. Then, without a word, he placed the newborn into the arms of her father. 

Sky looked down at the child in shock before his eyes melted at the sight of her, and he let out a small smile, as tears started to stream down his face.  

The child let out little noises, and Sky let out a small laugh as his daughter moved in his arms, trying to find a comfortable position, before finally settling.

“Hi baby, it’s your Dad here. I’m never going to let anything ever harm. Welcome to the world… Aurelia.” 

And as the rest of the team gathered around their friend and new member; even with the death of a dear friend, the future never looked brighter.

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Note: Title taken from SkyDoesMinecraft's parody "New World".

Note 2: I was reading a lot of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings fanfictions when I wrote this, can you tell?

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this! I had a lot of fun writing this :D I just wanted to add to the very few Skyenja fanfictions in this community. Merome will always be my number one, but Skyenja has a small place in my heart and I feel like it's lacking in love. It's hard to find fanfictions between these two, especially like this.

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All mistakes are my own.

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Ask me any questions if you are confused.

Bye bye Snowflakes! ❄️

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