#back at it again at Krispy kreams

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Hey guys I’m back!

I’ll answer asks and such tomorrow when I have more mental brain strength but yee! :3

[mtwiind]

@laughingtale asked:

“Do you think you’re better than everyone else, is that it?”

"i've never once said that," he started as he stood his ground against jabra, ready for a fight if it would ever come to that. "i told you the reasoning for me leaving cp9 and it's not because i think you or anyone else is beneath me."

he couldn't believe that's the take away the other took through all of this.

"these are my own actions, i left because i couldn't go back to being someone else's lap dog anymore after what happened, nothing more and nothing less." the treatment the world government gave them after enies lobby was the final straw for the assassin, blaming them for it all and throwing them under the sea train without a second thought.

[hugsandchaos]

Ghost Boy, Where Art Thou?

Summary: After arriving in the Far Frozen, Sam and Tucker hope to become one step closer to finding Danny.

Me: Back at it again at Krispy Kream *backflips into oblivion*

Word Count: 4,912

Tucker took another sip of the hot chocolate and felt like sighing as the brown liquid quickly warmed and soothed his throat, then began heading down to his stomach. Suddenly, he was glad Danny had stashed some hot chocolate away here for “emergency purposes” only, and totally not because he knew that they wouldn’t go through the trouble of traveling the Ghost Zone and search the ghost yeti’s village just because they wanted to get into it.

Frostbite knew exactly where it was, though, and had some made for the two humans. Another ghost yeti, SpearFreeze, had gotten them both one of the extra blankets made with fur from one of the ghost monsters they hunted in the past. One of them was big and heavy enough for them both, so they huddled together and wrapped it around themselves as much as they could.

The warmth was finally seeping through their clothes, and even though Tucker’s fingers stung a little bit holding the mug with how warm it was compared to the dropping temperatures outside he was just in a while ago, he kept a grip on it knowing that the sting would go away soon.

Frostbite sat across from them in the doctor’s room they were currently in, glancing between one of the screens displaying the results of Sam’s and Tucker’s scans, and a clipboard.“Your health looks good. I don’t believe either of you have gotten sick.” He said.

“Thanks, Frostbite.” Tucker said. He recalled the times Frostbite spent an hour or two asking questions regarding human health. The next time they visited, they brought him a few books on human health to give him more information than they could.

“You’re welcome. Now, what’s this about Danny? Is he alright?” Frostbite asked.

Sam and Tucker briefly glanced at each other, then back at Frostbite.“We were kinda hoping he was with you. Two nights ago, he was supposed to meet us at Sam’s place, but he just disappeared! The next day, we figured maybe he went into the Ghost Zone and got a little lost or was visiting someone and lost track of time.” Tucker explained.

“Yeah, if he’s not here, we need to check other places once we’ve warmed up.” Sam said.

The corners of Frostbite’s mouth quickly creased downwards and his eyes went wide. He stared silently at them for a moment before speaking again.

“He is missing?” He asked in slight disbelief.

Sam and Tucker nodded.

“I will help.” Frostbite said. He stood up with a sudden determined look on his face and began heading towards the door.

“Wait, what?” Tucker asked, caught off guard by the sudden decision.

Frostbite stopped in his tracks and turned to look at them over his shoulders.“He may be the one who defeated Pariah Dark, but he is still a child. I will help.” He repeated.”I will let the others know about this. You two will wait here.” He said. Before Sam and Tucker could say much more, Frostbite was gone.

After his loud footsteps faded, Sam turned to Tucker.”You think they’ll try to use the Infi-Map?” She asked.

A hopeful smile broke across Tucker’s face.”Yeah, they’d find him in no time!” He said. Tucker had completely forgotten about the map. Now that he remembered it, he was grateful they tried the Far Frozen first.

“If he’s in the Ghost Zone.” Sam pointed out.

“And if he’s not here, where should we search first? I think Jazz already told her parents about Danny missing.” Tucker asked.

“Wait, what?” Sam raised an eyebrow in confusion and sat up straight from her previously hunched over form.”We’ve only been in here a few hours, haven’t we?” She asked.

Tucker shook his head.”No, we’ve actually been in here a while.” He said. He reached into his pocket and fished out his cellphone, which had a stopwatch that showed they were there for over a little over 24 hours.”Remember when we got tired and took turns piloting the ship while the other napped?” He asked.

Sam’s eyes widened as she realized what he meant.”Oh.” She said.

Tucker put the device back into his pocket.”Jazz called while you were napping, when we were just a few hours away from the Far Frozen. She said she informed her parents and that they were heading out to look for him themselves before calling the police.” He explained.

“So chances are the police have already been called.” Sam guessed.

Tucker shrugged.”Depends on where they’ve searched. Once we get good cell service, we’ll call them.” He said.

Above the underground hospital, carved into the side of a mountain, Frostbite stood by a large table consisting of five other ghost yetis. The walls of the room were mostly rock and ice smoothed out. The table itself was made of clean, white metal and round.

One of the other members had a patch of fur missing from the left side of her head and a missing left horn, and some of her neck fur was missing and scarred as well. Galeforce was known well for her reputation in battle, and the story of how she’d gotten burned inspired many young children into becoming warriors, and her red cloth symbolized her position as a council member.

Beside her was SpearFreeze, the youngest member of the council, and next to her was BearIce, who was sporting the same red. Frostbite watched the remaining members, CandleBreeze and TundraWood take their seats. CandleBreeze was the oldest member and often moved slower than the rest. TundraWood waited until CandleBreeze got comfortable to sit down.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice.” Frostbite began.”We have a problem that I believe requires our help. Incase you weren’t informed, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley were found about thirty minutes ago. After bringing them inside, they told me their arrival was thanks to Danny Phantom suddenly disappearing.” He said.

The other members all gave surprised responses to this news. Galeforce stood up and placed both hands on the table almost immediately.”What?! He’s missing?!” She exclaimed. SpearFreeze lifted a hand up and grabbed her arm to pull her back down, which Galeforce allowed and sat back down.

“Yes. They said he was supposed to meet them two nights ago and never arrived. They already searched the path he took several times and informed the Great Ons’s older sister, who has likely told their parents by now, while they come into the Ghost Zone to continue the search.” Frostbite explained.

“You want to help them search.” SpearFreeze said.

Frostbite nodded.”Yes.” He confirmed.”But I also know we can’t rush into things. We need to organize a search party first.” Frostbite said.

“And take into account the places we can travel to.” Galeforce said. She propped her elbows onto the table and held her own hands, something she sometimes did when she was debating something in her head.”And how many we can even send out…” She muttered.

Frostbite nodded. Due to living on the ground for so long, his people had forgotten how to fly and were unsure if they even could, instead relying on technology. Technology that only had so much battery life.

“Are we sure a search party is necessary? I’d never want to make the situation of a missing child seem any less severe than it is, but he’s a great fighter, is he not?” BearIce asked.

“As much as you’re correct in saying he’s a great fighter, no one has had been able to contact him in over 48 hours. I believe since our friends had come all this way, we could at least help them search here if we can’t reach other parts of the Ghost Zone.” Frostbite replied.

BearIce hummed in acknowledgment.”Then we’ll start here. Galeforce, are any of your hunters busy?” He asked.

Galeforce stood up again to leave.“A few, but not all of them. I’ll organize a team right away.” She responded.

~~~~~(Meanwhile)~~~~~

Danny truly wasn’t hungry, but as he took a bite of the meat he was given, he thought to himself that it never hurt to continue eating three meals as normal. It never caused him any issues to eat lunch when he didn’t feel hungry for it, so he’d go ahead and eat. He had to keep pretending to be completely human, anyways, and it tasted great!

Sky sat next to him and finished his food quickly, and once Danny was done as well, Sky smiled at him.”Sooo, mind telling me more about crows and ravens?” He asked.

Danny had almost forgotten about their brief conversation from earlier, but thinking back, Sky seemed very excited hearing that they could mimic human speech. He remembered the flock of crows back in Amity Park and smiled thinking about that first day he was approached by one.

“Yeah, I can tell you a few things.” He said. Sky shifted to make himself comfortable and leaned forward a little with a big grin on his face.”Like I said, they can mimic human speech. I think I actually have a video of one of them talking to me.” Danny said. He reached for his bag and unzipped it. Orbit looked up at him tiredly and Danny had to resist saying sorry as he reached inside and pulled out his phone. He closed his bag and began tapping the device.

Once he found the video, he moved his arm so he could show it to Sky and pressed play.

A crow stood on a wooden table, looking past the camera. It opened its beak and tilted its head upwards.

“Hey.” It said, mimicking a man’s voice.

“Hey.” Danny’s voice greeted back from behind the camera. His voice was loud compared to the bird.”What are you doing?” He asked. His voice gave away his joy and excitement as the crow took a step closer. He had almost laughed in the video.

The crow turned its attention to the camera and took a few steps closer and opened its beak as if to try to eat it. The camera was promptly pulled away.

Now the two could see a bit of Danny, mainly the back of his head and shoulder.

Danny lifted a finger and pointed it at the crow.”No, no eating my phone.” He said, as if he was scolding a child. The crow looked at his finger and tilted its head.

The crow simply stared at him for a while before opening its beak again.”What’s up?” It asked.

“Nothing. Just waiting on my friends. What’s up with you?” Danny responded. The crow hopped back, and a second later, it flew away. Danny turned and looked at the camera with a big smile as he brought it in front of him.”This has been happening for a while. I’m so glad I finally got in on camera, Sam’s gonna flip.” He said.

The video stopped there.

Danny turned to look at Sky and noticed something behind the both of them. He turned around to see Wild, Twilight, Legend, and Wind all staring at the video with them. Danny nearly jumped out of his seat. He hadn’t noticed them walk over, he was focused on the video and remembering the excitement he felt in that moment.

“That bird talked, right? You guys heard it too?” Twilight asked.

Wind and Wild nodded while Legend gave a surprised “Yeah”.

“Uh, yeah. There are quite a few birds that mimic speech. Crows, ravine, and several parrots. Parrots are actually well-known for having conversations with people.” Danny said.

Legend looked at Danny.“I’ve been through many adventures, and I’ve never met a single friendly crow or raven.” He said.

Danny furrowed his eyebrows. These dark feathered creatures weren’t exactly the friendliest, but they didn’t go around attacking unprovoked. They did, although, spread the news about mean or nice people, which was why he’d manage to get on the good side of an entire flock of crows.

“What did you do?” He asked.

“What do you mean? They came after me first!” Legend replied.

Wind leaned forward and Twilight adjusted his arms behind him a little. It was then that Danny realized Twilight was holding Wind on his back so he could see the screen of Danny’s phone.

“Maybe the ones in your world are the friendly ones.” Wind suggested.

Danny smirked.”Or maybe they just like me.” He said.

“Guess we’ll use you as a shield against the dark birds, then.” Legend said.

Danny snickered.

~~~~~(Short Time Skip)~~~~~

Not much else happened after lunch. The group just kept walking and walking until the sun was getting low and they stopped to set up camp. By then, Danny was fairly sore in his legs and abdomen. Not only that, but his binder was squeezing the hell out of him. His ribs have been hurting all day, and he’s been pretending not to be feeling out of breath for probably an hour.

Looking around at the others who were now starting to sit down and get comfortable, Danny realized he had an opportunity.

He picked up his bag and hurried away from the rest of the group. If anyone saw him, they didn’t ask, which he was grateful for. The sound of them talking and moving around slowly faded into the background, and when Danny turned around to find he could just barely see them, he decided this was as far as he was going to get without someone getting worried and coming to look for him.

He surveyed his surroundings. There was no one else around. No monsters, either. If he was going to get a break, now was a good time.

Danny set his bag down and began to remove the shield, sword, and armor, placing them on his bag instead of the ground. Once he finally stripped off his binder, he put the brown undershirt back on and sat down against a tree. He took a deep breath.

Ancients, it felt good not to have his ribs feel so constricted. Danny couldn’t wait to have his top surgery and finally be done with the binder. The skin above his ribs were littered with bruises, a consequence of his own actions by wearing it all day.

He looked over at his bag and reached a hand to unzip it.”You can come out if you want.” He said.

Orbit flew out of the bag quickly. They warbled and chirped happily as they flew around Danny, then the surrounding area. Danny smiled and watched as the wisp zoomed around.”Got tired of the bag? Sorry, buddy, but I still don’t know if these guys like ghosts or not.” He said. Despite being so close to them and the uncomfortable bark, Danny found himself relaxing.

The area was surprisingly peaceful. He hadn’t encountered any monsters since lunch. Still, he kept his eyes and ears open. Orbit seemed calm. Danny watched them fly into the forest and smiled a little.”Hey, stay where I can see you.” He called out in a whisper. He didn’t want to chance the others overhearing him. Danny could just barely hear the group, but he didn’t know if there was a difference in Hylian hearing and Human hearing.

He watched the area slowly grow darker and darker, waiting for Orbit to return. After what felt like half an hour, Orbit suddenly came barreling out of the forest, squeaking and chirping at Danny. It was a call to come closer.

Danny raised an eyebrow and stood up.”What is it?” He asked. He stalked closer to Orbit and looked past the wisp. He saw nothing, even as he looked closely at the foliage incase something was hiding.

Orbit warbled and flew deeper into the forest. Danny moved to follow, but stopped himself. He glanced over his shoulder. He couldn’t just walk away. The others would definitely notice his disappearance and possibly grow suspicious of him. What could he say? He’s been wary of everything, it’d seem odd if he just left.

No, he had to keep playing “cautious kid” until he either became good enough for them not to worry about him or he figured out how they’d react to him being half ghost.

Danny looked at Orbit.”No, this is far enough.” He said. Orbit turned around warbled, insisting that he should follow. It sounded important.”Is someone hurt?” He asked. Orbit shook his body side to side.”Then no.” Danny said, crossing his arms. Orbit squeaked and made a rumbling noise.

“Danny.” Time’s voice called out.

Danny’s heart nearly burst out of his chest as he whipped his head around. Time’s armor caught the remaining light and made him stand out in the dark a little bit as he walked closer to where Danny left his stuff. Danny wanted to turn around, but he stopped. He didn’t have his binder on, nor did he have a bra or even his jacket!

He felt Orbit’s tiny body press up against his midsection to try to hide and realized something even worse. What if Time saw Orbit?

“Sorry to cut your break short, but you need to put your binder and armor back on. Dinner’s ready and you’ll be sparring Legend after. After that, you’re free to head to bed.” Time said. He turned around and walked away.

Danny couldn’t help but feel a little surprised. That wasn’t what he was expecting.

He knew it was a little weird that he hadn’t been expecting them to bring up or even notice it. After all, he took the binder off when he slept, and slept close enough to the group for them to step in if a monster snuck up on him in his sleep. His jacket didn’t exactly make his upper chest invisible. They’ve technically seen him with his binder off, but still, it felt like Time knew something he shouldn’t. Then again, they probably all knew.

He stood there stunned for a little bit, watching Time walk away, before turning to look at Orbit.”Come on, we have to head back.” He said in a hushed tone.

Orbit warbled in protest, but Danny picked up his bag and held it open. Orbit’s eyes shifted and the sides of his body puffed up, as if pouting, before he reluctantly floated into the bag.“I’m sorry.” Danny said.

He turned and walked back to the group. Nothing eventful or big happened during dinner, but when sparring came around, Danny got his ass handed to him.

Legend wasn’t as kind as Twilight was that morning and went right for the attack.

Danny was almost a little overwhelmed between the dodging and blocking and fighting back, knowing that he couldn’t shift to ghost form or use his fists like he knows he could. It’d be more dangerous, but at least he had more experience that way. He kept trying to use the sword, and he was hoping he was getting a little better, but he could barely keep up.

In the end, Legend won. He also won the next two rounds, and Danny was left panting partially because of the binder.

Legend put his sword away.”Not bad for a second time. You need to work on your grip and your strikes, but other than that, you’re mediocre.” He said.

Danny almost laughed.”I’ve heard worse compliments.” He said. Legend didn’t smile.

After that, the others went to sleep and Danny was mostly left alone with Twilight being on watch. Danny used his bag as a pillow again, careful not to squish Orbit, and stared up at the stars. The only sounds were the fire, crickets, and the wind rustling the leaves. It was peaceful, and Danny had almost completely forgotten about his situation.

His gaze shifted all across the neighboring galaxy. It still left him almost breathless looking at it. It was beautiful. Looking at it felt like floating, and at the same time, like gravity was being extra strong in order to keep him against the ground. It made him feel both bigger and smaller, like he was too big for his own body. His body that he could forget he was even living in.

Stargazing made Danny’s chest both lighter and heavier, and it was one of the few things in this world that could actually chase away his racing thoughts and clear his mind, but that wonderful feeling was interrupted by the sound of something moving.

Danny quickly sat up and looked to his left. Twilight was also facing the noise. As Danny tried to listen for it again, he realized that the crickets had stopped chirping. Danny’s heart picked up in his chest. Something was nearby.

A moment later, there was the sound of movement again. It was a little farther, but still close enough to put him on edge. Twilight reached behind his back and slowly pulled out his sword.“I’ll be right back.” He whispered, not turning his head around. He rose up and stalked towards the bushes in the direction of the sound.

Once he was gone, Danny couldn’t tell if he felt more exposed or invisible. He moved his eyes away from where Twilight vanished into the forest to scan his surroundings. He searched anything he could see slowly and carefully.

Once, twice, three times.

After the fourth time, he was more confident in his surroundings, but Twilight still hadn’t come back. Danny forced himself to take a deep breath. Twilight was clearly experienced, and more familiar with this world’s flora and fauna. Besides, he had that wolf form. He’d be okay against monsters.

After the second breath, however, the secret anxious voice in the back of his head that he tried to ignore all day was proven right.

A familiar cold enveloped Danny’s body as a blue trail of fog or some kind of smoke left his mouth. For a split second, it felt as if all oxygen had left his lungs, leaving him breathless and freezing. Then the trail left his mouth completely, and just as suddenly as it came, the sensation went away.

The pit in his stomach didn’t, though.

Danny immediately stood up. He scanned the area around him again, then again.

When he picked up on Orbit’s frantic buzzing, he slowly crouched down and unzipped his backpack to let them out. The wisp refused to come out, though. Instead, they only moved to the edge and reached up with their tiny, stubby arms to grab onto Danny’s hand. They pulled on him, as if trying to pull him in, but Danny didn’t budge.

“What’s going on?” He asked in a hushed tone. He looked up to scan the area again. Then he saw it. And then he heard it.

A faint light blue, almost white light stood out against the darkness. Danny slowly pulled his hand away and stood straight. As the light swayed side to side and grew closer with the sound of jangling metal, the young Halfa realized that it was a flame inside a lantern, and carrying it was a ghost.

It had to be. Danny could just barely sense its core, but it was there. Plus, it floated through the trees as if they weren’t even there. The ghost’s hood concealed its face, aside from what looked like its bare lower jaw. Maybe it had a fire core.

There was something wrong. Really wrong.

A broken, sickly hiss escaped from its mouth. Upon hearing that hiss, the ectoplasm-blood mixture in Danny’s veins stopped.

He heard that noise before. When Frostbite was teaching him about different illnesses ghosts could have. After hearing about it, Danny hoped that he’d never have the misfortune of meeting a ghost with Poe Syndrome, but luck was hardly ever on his side.

His chest tightened up. The Poe hadn’t noticed him yet. He could grab his bag, take Orbit and his things and run. Poes were incredibly slow and often suffered sight problems, he’d outrun it in seconds. Screw the others looking for him.

He slowly crouched down, careful not to make noise, and reached for his bag. Then he paused and looked at the rest of the group. They were asleep. Twilight still wasn’t back. If he left now, they’d be defenseless.

Danny didn’t know yet if they had experience with ghosts, but he suddenly decided he wasn’t going to test it. He released his grip on the strap and grabbed the thermos, then stood up to glare at the Poe.

“Look, buddy, I’ll give you one chance to leave.” Danny said, keeping his voice down as to not disturb anyone.

The Poe snapped its head in his direction and let out a hungry growl. In a sudden burst of speed fueled by desperation, it charged towards him. Danny quickly transformed (without the pretty light show, which he’s been practicing) and lunged to the side. The Poe changed its direction and faced him, but didn’t charge again.

It looked down at his bag. It was still unzipped, with Orbit inside.

Danny flew towards it and swung his fist at its jaw before it could bend over and reach inside. The Poe flew back, almost stumbling onto Wind, but it righted itself and hissed.

“Quiet!” Danny whispered angrily.

The Poe charged towards him again with another hiss. Danny reached his arms out and grabbed the Poe, spun around, and threw it against a tree a little ways away from the group. He rushed forward and struck the Poe a second time in the chest, hard enough to make the tree shake a little, and waisted no time in hitting it again.

Poes were very weak compared to other ghosts, so the young halfa thought that after the third punch, it was safe to use the thermos. He jumped back and unhooked the thermos from his belt. He quickly lifted it up, pressed the button, and watched the Poe get sucked inside. Once it was in, he twisted it shut.

For a moment, Danny was worried that it wouldn’t work. Ghosts with Poe Syndrone had very little ectoplasm, and the thermos used ecto signatures to suck ghosts inside. In his mind, there was a chance that the Poe’s ecto signature wasn’t strong enough, but it looks like it was.

Thank the Ancients for that. Frostbite and Galeforce always said that death was the only way to deal with a ghost with Poe Syndrome, and it was actually a mercy given their state, but Danny didn’t think he could bring himself to kill someone.

He didn’t have time to celebrate, though. Something rustled in the bushes behind him and he quickly turned around. He didn’t see him, but Danny had a feeling of who it was and felt panic rise again in his chest. Twilight was coming back.

Danny quickly zoomed back to where he was sitting before and switched back to human form. He really hoped that Twilight didn’t see him transform, and was happy to see that no one seemed to have been woken up by his fight. He sat down in the same place he was sitting before, putting the thermos away, and looked up to the night sky to pretend he’d been stargazing the whole time.

When Twilight steps became closer and easier to hear, Danny turned his attention to him as if just noticing him.”You’re back already?” He asked.

Twilight put his sword away.”Yeah, just a couple wolves.” He said. He sat back down in the same spot as before and looked at Danny strangely. As if deciding if he should be worried or not.“Everything okay? You look a little shaken.” He asked.

Danny nodded.“Yeah, I’m good. I just… started wondering if I left the stove on at home and thinking my house was burned down.” He lied.

Twilight snickered.”Fair, I sometimes wonder that when I’m out here, too. I’m sure your house is okay.” He said.

“Thanks.” Danny said. He let his shoulders relax, not realizing they’d been squared up, and glanced over to his bag.”I’m heading to bed now. Goodnight, Twilight.” He said. He unzipped it and pulled out the bedroll. He moved to be a little further away from the others, but placed it close enough that Twilight or whoever else was on shift could get to him should the need arise.

Twilight didn’t comment on it and let him be. Danny fished his jacket from the bag, patting Orbot as he did, and began heading off to take his binder off.

“Wait, do you need a lantern?” Twilight piped up.

Danny lifted up the device from his jacket pocket.“I can use my phone, but thanks.” He said.

“Okay. Be careful.” Twilight said.

Danny nodded and turned on his flashlight to light his way. He was quick to remove his binder and the piece of armor, along with the over shirt, and put the jacket on and zip it up. He walked back to the camp without incident and waved to Twilight as he climbed into the blanket and bedroll.

It was nice. The fabric was soft, and it was warm in the way that it was just enough for one to feel comfortable. He reached back and pulled his backpack a little bit closer to just about rest his head on it. Then, he stared up at the stars until he could no longer keep his eyes open.

The next morning, Danny would act as normal. Well, the normal he has displayed for the group, but the truth was he didn’t sleep. He couldn’t. He stayed up all night thinking about the fact that if he wasn’t careful, he might end up with Poe Syndrome as well.

(Extra Notes: I don’t know why I struggled so much with the last few scenes, but I got through it! I did it! Honestly, I was considering just posting the rest of the chapter and do the rest later.)

[popmushroombrains]

Back at it again at Krispy Kream

finally (pretty much) done with the corset

Don’t mind it being sideways

now movin on to the cape & dress adjustments with exactly one week left til ren fair TvT

[dissidiacloudstrife]

back at it again at the krispy kream

the last time i played i actually beat dear old dad, so here we go again!

[thatoneraven]

Y'all, oh my god, I'm such a fuckin dumbass. Today is gonna be another long fic. I'm not even close to being halfway done with this one and it's already 2k words. What the fuck???? Gender neutral reader x annoying bitchass Doctor coming right up. Y'all tired of getting your ass whooped by him? This is your chance to fuckin wreck his ass.

[takethistoyourstardust]

I found this deep within my drafts so I present to you

Dino Charge Rangers As Vines

Tyler: Back at it again at Krispy Kreme

Shelby: “Hey, how you doing, well I’m doing just fine, I lied, I’m dying inside!”

Chase: He On X-Games Mode

(Alternative Chase vine: The lobster on a skateboard while that cover of The Final Countdown plays)

Riley: I Have The Power Of God And Anime On My Side

Koda: Jared, 19

Ivan: Kansas vs Arkansas

Kendall: Look At This Graph

Prince Phillip: LIPSTICK IN MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG

Xenowing: WHAT ARE THOSE... they are my crocs

Heckyl (YES HE COUNTS HE BECAME A RANGER IN THE COMICS): Oh My God They Were Room-Mates

Tyler’s Shitty Dad: Go Suck A Dick

BONUS: Alfred (was that his name? the old guy who was the purple ranger before kendall): I WANNA BE A COWBOY BABY!

[lunar-gl1tch]

back at it again at the Krispy Kream im gonna watch episode final bc I can't stop thinking about ryuki's ending and also i want to meet....Him

im gonna do it. im gonna finish ryuki today (or at least get to 49, it has been suggested to me to take a break after lol)

the genuine fear of yasuko kobayashi herself slamming the back of my head with a steel chair

[evieisstruck]

Before He Became The Chief Engineer...

[bekaroth-reads]

Unmasked Varré x Reader

[Back at it again at the Lands Between krispy kream. Getting back into Elden Ring, and noticed this crazy tutorial figure doesn’t have nearly enough fictions for him. So, it seemed like a good place to start :) ]

You had once again found yourself in the underground portion of the Lands Between. There was not much of a reason for you to be down here. To be truthful, you were here simply to get away from people for a few days. Sure, there were things down here that could be dangerous, but there were things upside that could do that as well. And, the things down here were a bit less inclined to get you involved in their politics in some way. So, you found a place a little ways from a stream, enjoying the ever starry atmosphere for as long as you could.

It seemed like you were going to get through these next few days without seeing or hearing from any other person at all, but that’s when you ended up running into someone. There was a man kneeling by the stream, using its gentle flow to help clean a small blade in his hand. The slightly pebbled ground near the edge of the water crunched when you took another step. This caused the man’s head to shoot up, followed quickly by a glare in your direction that you could still make out despite the considerable distance between the two of you; his defensive body langue helped to solidify its arrival. Not wanting to do any fighting, but worried you might have to based on the man’s glower, you quickly rested your hand on your own weapon while trying to defuse the situation by calling out, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you over there!”

The look on the man’s face quickly melted into excitement as he exclaimed something with matching vigor, but the two of you were still too far away for you to hear what he said. That was being changed as he was quickly approaching you. While you did not think there was any ill intent, there was still something that made you nervous about a stranger heading toward you so quickly. It seemed like you were correct in thinking so as when he was only about five meters away from you, you saw that there was an unknown marking of some kind on his forehead and a sort of crazed look in his eyes that you could see even from where you were. But, before you could do anything about the situation, the man said something else that effectively stunned you and stunted every thought you could have had.

“Lambkin!” A familiar voice came from the unfamiliar face.

You were completely zoned out trying to process what was happening, but Varré didn’t seem to notice as once he was close to you he continued talking. “Imagine meeting you here of all places. You have been keeping yourself quite busy of late, and I was starting to think you had forgotten about your poor, friend Varré.” The last part he said with a fake pout. He dropped the act when he noticed that you hadn’t moved an smidge since he had first seen you. “Is something the matter?” He asked, more quizzical than concerned. Varré stepped even closer and turned your face this way and that with his hand before noting, “Perhaps a fever of some kind. At least that’s what the hue of your cheeks seem to denote.”

It was then that you realized your internal thoughts were expressing themselves externally, even if it was not with words. Those soon came quickly, and tripped over each other in their effort to run out at once. There was never a time that you thought that something like a missing mask would feel so frazzling, practically scandalous even, but here seeing Varré’s true face for the first time it felt like you had just walked in on him changing or the like. The oddest part about it was it didn’t feel that way when you thought he was a stranger. Yet, as soon as you knew without a doubt that it was him, the whole mood flipped completely.

Of all the rambling that you had done, the only bit that you consciously comprehended, and seemingly the only thing that he was able to understand was when you finished off the flustered sentiment with a warbled, “I am SO sorry!” Based on the look he had, this whole thing was extremely amusing to him. Varré’s mouth quirked into a smirk that matched the one his mask wore as his eyes narrowed slightly crinkling his nose for a second when they did. “Whatever for?” He hummed as he feigned to be still looking over your face, using it as an excuse to run a finger along your cheek with the sole purpose to scramble your brain even more.

“Well, it’s just that I didn’t mean to- It isn’t- you aren’t wearing-“ you tried to articulate, but failed miserably. It seemed that he knew what you were referring to. He had almost forgotten he didn’t have his mask on. And, while this would be something that he might be a bit self conscious about, the sight of you about to combust with sweet, sweet, face burning embarrassment highly outweighed any negative feelings of his own. “Hm? Oh, you don’t think I wear that thing all my life, do you?” He teased with a pinch to your nose. “Well, I didn’t know. I mean, some people it’s a culture thing. I didn’t know what-“

Varré was quick to shush this nervous tirade by placing a finger on your lips. “Hush, or you’ll work yourself into being sick. It’s simply a part of the trade. Hygiene and anonymity and the such.” He explained. “Anonymity?” You echoed in question. “Yes, well, with the sort of work required in being a war surgeon, one does not often want their face to be seen. Uniform makes it difficult to tell us surgeons apart from a distance.”

All you were able to respond with was, “Ah.” Things were starting to overwhelm you again. That seemed to be a common experience with Varré. You knew that he got some sort of a kick being both the one to throw you into the proverbial ocean depths and also being the one to pull you from it. Yet, you would forget how drastic he could be with this duality until you saw him again. And, to scold yourself, you didn’t seem to mind as much as you should have.

“Still feeling strange? Perhaps I should take a closer look then.” He chuckled at how your breath caught as you when you all too quickly replied, “No need for that. I’m fine.” Varré, of course, paid you no mind. Dismissing you with a, “And, who is the trained professional here?”

“Trained? Perhaps. Professional? No.” You managed to tease once you were not quite so flustered as his newly seen face left your view. This was short lived as his unfiltered voice hummed into your ear, “Mind your manners, lambkin.” He made sure to puff as much air onto your ear as possible as he said the pet name, and lived for the shivers it caused. Varré moved his face from the right side of yours to the left. When there he started to pretend to hum in thought as he inspected something. And, as he pantomimed his medical examination, he was sure to move close enough to brush some of the stubble on his face across your cheek. This is what made you finally question, “What are you even doing right now?”

This pulled a small laugh from him. “Why, looking for the cause of your ailment. Not having much luck as of yet. But, perhaps,” He move his face so that his lips were only centimeters away from yours, “I might better my chances of results somewhere up here.” Your breath hitched again as his fanned over you with feather light touches. There was nothing said between the two of you, both waiting for the other to make the next move; which you both knew wasn’t going to be from you. All you were able to do at the moment was try to figure out what exactly had gotten into the mad surgeon to urge him to act this way; his eyes being the only thing you were able to see, and they were all consuming, almost burning.

Then he was suddenly walking away. “Hm, oh, well. Something’s are fated to be a mystery.” Varré said dismissively as he continued up the edge of the stream. He turned to look at you still dazed by everything and once again got a foxlike sense of mischief on his face. “I supposed though, not being sure if you are well or not, and seeing as we’re both down here, I might as well move my encampment next to yours. Safety in numbers and that sort of thing. You don’t mind the idea, do you, lambkin?” Varré asked. You gained your thoughts and answered, “Well, I-“

“Wonderful! I knew you would agree.” He interjected, answering for you. “Now, you sit yourself here while I go and get my things.” He instructed while turning all the way back around to fully look at you. “And, I’ll be sure to keep my mask off since you enjoy it so much. Should lead to a great deal of fun.” Varré laughed heartily at your expense as he once again started to leave to go retrieve his things. As soon as he was where he couldn’t see you, you rushed down to the stream to splash the cool water onto your burning face.

Usually, you would be glad for some company. But, something gave you the feeling that you were in for what would essentially be an evening of torture. Varré seemed to have already planned things out. And, once again, you had to scold yourself for not minding such a thought as much as you should have.

[sabraeal]

Provocateur, Prologue

[Read on AO3]

Written for @krispy-kream in honor of her birthday. Many years ago, back when I first joined fandom, I came up with the idea for an Obi Works For Izana AU, and both Sharon and I ended up writing small pieces of a much larger whole. And now FINALLY...I’m actually writing the very beginning 🤣

When it comes down to it, in terms of area and amenities, the royal dungeons has some of his last few flats beats.

There’s light, for one. He’s never liked basement apartments-- he’d take a stifling attic room over a place with only one exit any day-- but the windows here are high up on the wall, enough that he can watch the sun paint his cell floor as the hours pass. They’re ground level, at least by the foot traffic outside of ‘em, and with how loud these guards gossip, he’ll know whose girlfriends are pregnant and who’s nursing a nasty boil by shift change. Just like sitting in a tavern for a few hours, only with less ale.

There’s a cot too, straw-stuffed and a little too soft, with a blanket that doesn’t even itch. Seems like it might be warm too, for when the nights get cold. Not that he has an intention of testing out that particular hunch.

The guard down the hall is decent in the way authority figures never are; when he calls out to ask where his piss bucket is, the man-- boy? It’s hard to tell beneath those helmets-- ushers him down a hall to a water closet, and when he pops out, reminds him to take care to wash his hands. He’s prompt about mealtime too; when supper comes, the man says to expect three square and leaves him with with a dinner that would put most publicans to shame.

All in all, this isn’t the worst trouble he’s gotten himself into. Worlds better than that stint he’d had in Eurikenna’s gaol. Or that night in Port City.

Still, he’s got no plans to linger. No point in sticking around for a punishment when he's got no interest in redemption. But he’s got a prince to wait for.

Oh, His Highness might say he’s above getting his hands dirty, might look down that noble nose at a man like him who makes his living in trade, but he’d seen his look. Not the first, when his little mistress was watching, all puffed cheeks and disapproving brow, but the second, that glance over his shoulder as the Big Man frogmarched a dirty rat down into the dungeons.

That one was a man who had found the right tool for the job. Hands don’t stay clean without gloves to cover them, especially if they mean to hold a mistress who collects trouble like some ladies collect hairpins. If he wants to keep his side piece quiet, it’s only a matter of time before he’ll have to make a statement. And nothing says don’t touch what’s mine like a few accidents. All he has to do is wait out a royal conscience.

The light fades as he waits, just the last stretch of dusky light yawning on the sill. It’s almost time for all good little princes to be in bed, but this one-- this one will be working instead. The hand that grabbed him had been stained with ink and calluses both; the kind of man who longed for action but was stuck behind a desk. He’ll be up late, managing men and supplies miles away on paper, but in his head--

Oh, in his head, he’ll be thinking about the man he’s left to rot in the dungeons. The one that might be just the right fit for what he needs, for the jobs he can’t give that giant or the pretty girl at his side. It’s the sort of idea that’ll eat at him when the lamps are low and the night is quiet, and oh, how a conscience can gnaw when there’s no more work to feed it. There’s a reason he’s never idle. Not usually, at least.

He casts a long glance down the silent hall; the guard sits at his table, log book spread in front of him, another smaller one laid atop. A novel, by the slack-jawed look that’s slapped across his face. In Eurikenna, his reputation had preceded him, and they’d bound him hand and foot, bolting his wrists to the wall and his feet to the bench. Viande had put him in a cell with a single window and stone on all sides, his only escape leading into a moat rumored to be prowled by sharks.

Here he has a single guard and bars he could probably squeeze through if he skipped a meal or two. It’s insulting to be so underestimated-- or it would be, if he wasn’t already planning to stay. He’s paid out his room at the inn for a week; a few days to enjoy the impeccable food and passable mattress he’s got here won’t hurt-- just as long as he makes it back before the innkeep tosses all his worldly goods in the gutter. And if he does need to make a quick escape--

Well, it’s hardly the first time he’s slipped the noose. But it won’t come to that. Younger Highness is on the hook.

The door to the dungeon clanks open; it’s a softer sound, barely loud enough for him to hear, but he hasn’t made a name for himself by being the sort of person who only hears what he ought. The guard’s gone-- book too-- and his hand itches to have something that ends with a point in it. He should have known, this was all too easy.

A shrouded figure sweeps through the threshold, prowling with the easy confidence only men born to power possessed-- or a professional. His hands flexed, too empty. He’s a loose end, an embarrassing stain on a proud man’s reputation, and there’s only one thing to do with that-- rub it out.

“You’re not the prince,” he says, keeping his voice even, maybe a bit petulant. Boldness wins a bluff; all he needs is time. Just a second, a hesitation--

Which he gets; the figure’s boots scuffing to a stop. Its head cocks, curious. “Is that so?”

It’s a man’s voice, higher than he expects, but resonant. The sort that people listen to when they’re not looking for a way out. The sort that won’t care for a man turning his back on it.

“You’re too tall.” He saunters to his cot, the mattress sinking under his weight. Not quite the attitude he’d been hoping for, but close enough. Gives him enough time to realize his cloaked friend isn’t talking-- no, instead he catches the barest tremble of cloth before a gloved hand tugs it smooth.

“How...astute,” the man hums, a strange lift kicking that first vowel before he smooths that out too. Everything about this man is slick, from the shine of his boots to the way he says, “That must be the observational skills that tempted even the marquis to hire you.”

His grin flicks into a grimace, but habit wipes that all clean before he says, “I wasn’t hired by anyone. Just wanted to...advertise my skills. In case anyone with a fat wallet found themselves needing a problem taken care of.”

Another pause, this one heavier. “And this girl seemed like a likely target?”

“A commoner nosing around a prince?” A laugh huffs out of him. “What about that isn’t a problem? At least when it’s a lady, she doesn’t have pockets that need filling, but some little herbalist girl? There’s a long way between lady slippers and slippers for a lady. And not everyone wants to kiss hems to get a mistress in their pocket.”

Not when it’s just as like to be covered in mud. If there’s one thing he’s learned about these bluebloods, it’s that they only suck up, not down.

The shroud shifts, arms folding across a chest too slender to be called broad, and shoulders too wide to be scrawny. Lithe, perhaps, the perfect size to slip through a man’s guard.

“The job is over, you know.” Boot heels clack as the man draws closer, just enough to see a defined chin beneath the shadows of his hood. “There’s no need for all this cloak and dagger. Haruka has already confessed to the crown that he was the one to hire you.”

His fingers flex behind his head, longing for something besides bristle to cross his palms. “Don’t know why he’s going through all the trouble. I don’t know him.”

This isn’t his first interrogation, but it’s certainly the slowest. The man stands silently outside the bars, a single finger lying along his diamond-cut jawline. No questions, no speculation, just a shadow staring out of a hood, observing. This must be what it’s like to be boiled alive; put in the pot when it’s barely a simmer, the heat raising so gradually that it’s not until his chest is near bursting to speak, to fill the silence, that he knows he’s been cooked.

“What would you have done?” the man says, finally. “If you had your way with the girl.”

The girl who, in the face of danger, tore an arrow from the wall rather than run. “Nothing permanent.”

What little he can see of the shroud’s mouth curves. “How very vague. So many unpleasant things only take a moment.”

“The job was to scare her off,” he admits, wondering why his belly quivered in his gut. There’s bars between them, and his hands are faster than any nob’s, no matter how good the costume. But still, his muscles lay coiled against his bones, ready to strike. “Seduce her, if she seemed...amenable. Bribe her if she didn’t.”

“And what then?” It’s a quicker response than he expects, but the man isn’t agitated-- far from it, he’s never seemed calmer. “If the girl proved impervious to your more...gentle measures.”

There’s a question in that, one the shroud won’t voice. But he hears it, loud in his ears as a bell’s gong.

“I’ve killed before,” he says, each word on thin ice. “And I still sleep at night.” Barely. “I could have done it again.”

“But would you?”

For once, he hesitates. Imagines looking into those bright eyes, the ones that flamed so fiercely in defiance, and with the flick of a wrist, snuffing them out.

“It’d be a waste.” His hands tremble where they cradle his head, a command he hasn’t given them. This is the last thing he needs right now, losing control. “That girl’s got a lot of pluck. And if rumors around the pharmacy are right, a lot of brains too. Besides, bodies make more talk than bribes.”

“That they do.” There’s a lilt to those words, almost amused. “You know, you called it a job. Implying that you received compensation for your services.”

It’s a sting to realize he’s slipped. “Doesn’t mean it was the marquis.”

“It certainly doesn’t,” the man agrees, and if this room weren’t so dark, if this conversation wasn’t so serious-- well, he’d be tempted to say this guy is laughing at him. “Do you have a name?”

He turns to him real slow-like, one utterly dubious brow arched toward the guard’s register. “You want me to believe you can’t read?”

That shadow of a mouth lifts again. “Am I to believe a man of your skill gave your birth name to the royal guard?”

His mouth cocks into a grin. “You must if you think I’m gonna give it to you.”

The man comes closer still, one gloved hand wrapping around his bars. He’s visible to the tip of his nose; a long, patrician one.

“Of course. But you must have something you would like to be called.” His lips-- bowed, the most fashionable in Clarines’ court-- twitch toward a smile, but fall perilously short. “An alias, if you will.”

“Obi.” It’s too short, too quick, but already he likes it. It’s a more playful name than he’s had in a long while. Easy to lose, too, if he needs it.

“Well then, Obi.” His arm rests over one of the cross bars of his cell. “I believe I have a proposition for you.”

“Haah.” He hops to his feet, hoping to seize the high ground. “I appreciate the interest, but I’m already waiting on an offer.”

To say the hood recoiled would be an overstatement, it merely pulls back, barely more than an inch. “An offer?”

“Well, maybe more like...I have prospects.” Obi restrains his grin to little more than a twitch. “I just gotta see if they’ll pan out.”

The hood stills, thoughtful. “What if I could guarantee you a better offer?”

“You couldn’t.”

The man hums, amusement changing his pitch. “I quite sure I could.”

“Nah.” Obi shakes his head, almost wishing it weren’t so. This guy seems like he could be real fun, if he got his hands on his reins. “I don’t think so.”

“Please.” He opens a hand; an invitation. “Try me.”

“Fine.” There’s nothing to lose by telling, besides some face, if he’s wrong. Which Obi knows he’s not. “I got a feeling the next guy through that door’ll be His Highness.”

The man rocks back, like he’s been hit. “Zen? You think...?”

Obi expects some bargaining, some disbelief, maybe even some haggling, but--

He does not expect the laugh.

“Oh,” the man coughs, lifting a hand as if he might wipe tears from his eyes. “I promise you, I can give you a...far more attractive offer.”

Now that’s a rich one. “What could be better than a second prince?”

The man’s hand raises past his eyes, right to the edge of his hood. With the barest flick of his fingers, the cloth falls back, baring bright gold and Wisteria blue.

“Why,” drawls His Highness Izana Wisteria, crown prince, soon to be first of his name, “the first.”

[americachavez]

here is the context!!! read on at your own risk!!! delete the ask if you wish idc but anyways. imo it's not too awful just kinda cringe

basically people drew one of thomas sanders' characters from his webseries Sanders Sides (which he himself typically plays, they have the same face generally, pretty easy to get confused) as black which wasn't like, bad in and of itself since a black actor has played the character and also like, they're a fictional character in a show about a guy talking to himself about his problems. the Problem was that they (and several other artists) drew said racebent character with a blm sign and "x character believes black lives matter" type stuff which was generally agreed to be trivializing the movement and a case of white people only being comfortable with activism in the context of fiction. and thomas reblogged one of those artworks. i think he deleted it later but didn't actually Make A Formal Apology.

see like, why couldn’t back at it again at krispy kream guy have a thriving career on the internet. why’s it gotta be this guy

[ask-the-realistic-fnaf-au]

Incorrect RFA Quote 25

25: Fritz: Back at it again at Krispy Kream *starts backflipping and knocks down sign * 

(Vine: Unknown Poster)

((The Ask series is still going, just need more asks ^^; So please if you have any, ask away!))

[celestialbasher]

[BACK AT IT AGAIN AT KRISPY KREAM- I’m back from my impromptu break so I’m ready to RP again (though I’m still taking a break from my other muses)

Like this for a starter with Cassy! The cap will be at 5!]

[mjsensei259]

Korosensei: Back at it again at Krispy Kreame

Korosensei: *yeets the sign with his tentacle feet*

[etwahlisms]

🔥 hands!

// — back at it again at krispie kream-

Jk

For hands, sona just loves to use her partners hands to help her with her erm, urges. Or if they so choose, they can only solely use their hands and never use anything else to help with her urges and she’ll be satisfied with just that. She will also use her own hands to relieve her lover or just to tease their erotic zones.