#ch: Mushroom (Cat)

[askcfundy]

Truth spell. Do you miss Wilbur

Fundy looks like he is going to give a very irritated reply, either refusing to answer- or a very firm no. But no words are spoken. Confusion overtakes his expression for a moment.

He turns to Mushroom, Bun, and Neb.

"Which one of you poisoned me?"

The group stared back at him in deathly silence. He can't tell if this is them refusing to confess, or innocence. With a annoyed sigh, he turns back. His irritated expression fades into something more melancholy.

"Well no, but also- sorta? I don't want to see him ever again, but I'm irritably nostalgic."

He pauses, glancing away and rubbing his hands together. Fundy considers adding on to that thought, but decided not. That was enough.

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH 41

Awww, it's made out of things they'd eaten! And some they hadn't.

Ah, yes. The sunrise of the buns.

Poor Marcille, forever a criminal.

What's the spell...?! Does she mean her cat-like-ness??? I thought that was just who she was, as a race of humanoids?!???

......I'm guessing that she's a cat that wants to return to being a cat. Instead of.... a human who wants to be a human.

ahhh, interesting. So she was...forced to travel with Toshiro's party? Or was there another reason for this particular curse?

She's so hissy. Would she actually even kill Marcille? Especially if Marcille is the only one who can save her?

NOOO THE MUSHROOM!! IT WAS TRYING TO LIVE--

I don't know what y'all expected. This is clearly a cat that's been cursed to be a human. Cursed with hands. And feet. And a human mouth, not at all good for crunching and munching.

OH NO. The dutiful cook has met his match........an ungrateful traveler.............

Angy Senshi has been activated.

........is that. A cooking knife?!

Maizuru may have just hated this little brat. Maybe even for the same reasons. She may be just been fed up with having her refusing food constantly.

Oh Senshi. You're so reasonable.

And clearly well traveled!

Love the implication that for Senshi's shield, its full potential IS to be used as a wok.

Congratulations, you've been forcibly adopted.

I still think it's a cat that's been forced to be a human.

That egg thing is actually a very clever way to explain it.

.........isn't she? She did seem pretty kill happy, all things considered.

Namechange! Why does it feel like Kui-san changed her mind at the last moment for this character? 😅

[velvet-paradox]

Stay (ch. 4)

Lessons from Kruger - Meeting a Ghost - Pleasure

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, explicit content, strong language, female masturbation.

You got to sit at the table that night for dinner. No longer assigned to the floor, you got your very own spot on the bench, beside König at the head of it. An arrangement of mushrooms and grain lay out on your plate beside some of the boar meat that was caught earlier that morning. Most of it had landed itself on his plate.

"How does it feel?" König asked through a mouthful of his dinner. He had at least put his shirt back on, this thinner one looked comfortable and light on his thick bands of muscles.

"To be off the floor? A lot better."

"Good to hear," he nodded and brought his horn of ale beneath his hood. "But that is not what I asked."

"Then what do you mean?"

"How does it feel… to be one of KorTac now?"

You didn't know how to answer him or even if you should. It only bothered you when you laid down that night, watching König busy himself getting ready for bed that you realized you liked it here. You liked the people, even the ones who barely acknowledged you. They minded their business. You kept your head down and didn't bother anyone. The children of the clan seemed to like you the best because you had new and unheard stories to tell.

You liked KorTac even though you didn't give consent to be here.

And that gave you pause.

….

"Higher."

Krueger shifts and tilts the worn shield in your hand and readies his stance against you. You've been at this for hours, wooden swords for practice, the clacking made nests of birds flew free. Kruger had been entrusted to train you, which he had gladly obliged last week or so. Your stomach flipped when The Collector had sent you off with a light push to follow the other masked man.

Time and days were running together as you no longer kept track.

The markings under your bed had looked low. König had left the door that once separated you, open. And even though you were stolen, a ransom, leverage, some nights you had the urge to crawl into his bed.

You were incredibly touch starved. You hadn't felt the warmth of a hug in so long. Only Keeva had shown you affection and now her light touches were made for her babies.

"Come now, you're not paying attention, pet. If you are to be the wife of The Collector you need to defend yourself," Kruger's wooden sword clacked against your one when you brought it up to block the blow. "You are better than this, no?"

"You're worse than König." You pant, out of breath at his level of training. You've never sweat this much in your life! Day after day, Sebastian had pushed you until your bones ached, until you collapsed to the ground. He'd rouse you back up, set you back on your feet and go for another ten minutes or so.

"Thank you."

Each day you came to train, a little cat of curiosity would creep into your head as to why now, Kruger was the one to train you and not The Collector himself.

Kruger grabbed your shield and knocked it against your head.

"Fucker! And how do you know I am to be his wife?"

Kruger grabbed your arm and held it up, almost yanking you off your feet with his brute strength. "This. König explained what it means to you, to your family. And we're happy to have you. Keeva and Price especially, thank the Gods you were with her in her time of need. You are one of us."

"She's the only one whose been nice towards me."

Kruger scoffed, you couldn't see his face but you knew behind his mask he was feigning some hurt. "As if I am not friendly to you! That is quite rude, pet. I could tell König you know, he'd punish you."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Care to try me?"

You huffed and rounded your shoulders, knowing all too well now that if you challenged Kruger, you were in for a fight.

….

You couldn't sleep that night. Muscles too tight, head too heavy. You tossed and turned in your bed, moving and folding your blankets a little more neatly. You just couldn't get comfortable, no matter how hard you tried, on your back, your side, upside down. Nothing seemed to help and König's talking in his sleep wasn't helping either.

He snored too.

Impulse took root and before you knew it, you had raised your fist and banged it heavily against the wall you shared. You heard silence for once that night, snuggling down into your furs and blankets, punching down a damn near flat pillow.

You felt your body jerk, suddenly yanked down to the edge of your bed with an irate and sleepy looking menace hovering just above you. Your attempt to shield your face from his venomous gaze proved pointless as König swiftly grabbed your wrists and pinned them down to the bed.

"If you have something to say, just say it." He growled, his voice low and tangled with sleep.

You twisted in his grip but that only made him grunt at you and squeeze your bones.

"Are you not the same man who told me not to speak unless spoken to?" you retorted. "And how shall I do that if you are dead asleep?"

König sighed. "You could have come in and kicked me, I would have preferred that than to hear you banging and rolling around in here."

"If you were asleep, how do you know I am restless?"

His mask billowed around his bare shoulders, scars, fresh and old covered his skin like armor in the crackling flames from the burning lanterns inside your side of the room. You wanted to touch them. You shook that feeling from your mind like cobwebs.

It really had been so long since anyone had touched you and you were feeling the delirious effects.

"You have been restless all day, so why should the cover of night be any different? Was Kruger rough on you today?"

"No."

"Hmm, then he is not doing his job. I shall have a talk with him in the morning, make sure you are being pushed to your true potential."

König pushed off of you and he made his way to the separating door, he lingered there before disappearing into his room.

"What's it like?" Anso, a little boy no taller that your kneecap begged the question. "How have you no siblings? I am one of eight!"

"My parents were only blessed with me." You answered. He trotted next to you, holding on the skirt of your dress as you walked down the lane, other little ones following after as you were sent to market for a few elixir items a blonde woman named Laswell was in need of.

"Truly you are blessed by the Gods," Brunihild joined the conversation, catching up to your adult steps in comparison to her stubby short ones. "I am one of nine! I get nothing to myself."

"That is because no one wants what you have!" Ango, the eldest of Keeva and Price laughed himself into hysterics until another girl, Astrid, about the same age punched him in the chest.

Gaz had finished your boots for the colder months ahead, calling out to you once you had procured the herbs and salve for Laswell. The kids had gotten distracted and had taken off at a full sprint towards the fjord you had yet to take in.

"Well, how do they feel?'

You bounced in place after lacing them up, you did not have any suitable size sock to pull on to see how you would fare soon enough.

Gaz was indeed a true master craftsmen. He knew what he was doing. You didn't even need to try on the pants he'd hemmed and tailored for you to know they would indeed keep you skin tight and warm.

There was clamoring in the great hall when you got back, hunts came back left and right and all times of day as of late so it was no real matter to you as you moved past some excited KorTac members.

Laswell's apothecary was on the side of the village to Keeva's, you knew the area well now. You knocked and were welcomed in, she had even paid you an unsuspected sum, a little leather bag to your palm much to her wifes' annoyance. You thanked them and made it back up the hill to the great hall.

On your way with your own score of the day you had bumped into a rather large form. You apologized thinking the mass and weight of shoulders before you was Kruger, only for the man to turn about face and stare you down.

Definitely not Kruger.

The unknown skull-masked man tilted his head and examined you from head to toe.

"And just who might you be then?"

"Apologies."

"That is a rather odd name." The foreign man rounded his thick shoulders, furs slouching a bit if not for the chain digging into his bulky neck, they would surely be on the ground. Brown eyes narrowed down at you.

"No. I mean I'm… I'm König's-"

"Ah! So you are König's newest little play thing, yeah? Give us a spin."

He clicked his teeth but stopped short when a large hand clamped down on your shoulder. You squeaked.

"She will do no such thing for the likes of you, Ghost." König tightened his grip momentarily, locking eyes with this new brute of a man.

"Apologies here said she's yours. I have been away a rather fruitful hunt, we will last another winter."

"Apologies?" He asked.

Ghost pointed at you.

"Her name is pet, not apologies, Simon."

"Of course, König. Whatever you say," Ghost shrugged, water off a ducks back. The tension between the two of them only seemed to anchor and grow once Ghost started speaking again. "She said she was yours, does that mean this one is not for sharing? Keeps perhaps, big man?"

A shiver licked up your spine and if it weren't for König being so close and radiating heat, you might have fell over with the way he looked at you. You were getting used to König's blue eyes, sharp and clear but Simon's brown ones seemed to burn a hole into your flesh.

How many other ransoms and taken hostages, men and women, had been subjected to being passed around? It made bile rise in the back of your throat and you wanted nothing more than to turn and run all the way home.

"No. She is not for consumption."

Ghost looked disappointed but again, as cool and unbothered he hummed and reached his arm out to The Collector, to which he took it and let Simon bring him in close.

"Since you are so preoccupied, maybe I'll pay a visit to Ada, your favorite paramour then. Sure could use a bath and a fuck." Simon sauntered down the hall, making sure to fluff out his furs for dramatic effect.

"Is he going to be a problem?" You finally asked once the burly man was out of sight and hearing.

König snorted and quickly released your shoulder, which he seemed to have completely forgotten about, he urged you two to make the trek back to your quarters. "If he does, you let me know, pet. I am glad to see you have acquired some things from Gaz, we'll fit you for a cloak soon as well."

….

Autumn had settled into the air and into your bones, even though you had a little fire pit in your room, nights were getting colder and colder. The leaves were changing, children were growing and turning out to be effective Vikings, their eagerness to raid with their fathers and older brothers was growing on them. Price and Keeva's oldest had been seen as of late out in the training grounds.

One night you thought of crawling into bed with König, just for warmth of course.

You desperately wanted to see your parents before winter came, blocking passage up your village. The Collector would soon be making his seasonal rounds anyway, and hopefully he would stay true to his word and let you visit.

You waited patiently in your bedroom, wiggling your toes in your boots, hands wringing over the leather of your new pants. He was away on a hunt with Kruger and Ghost. He trusted you to stay put, to which you did. Three days without seeing his humous form stalk about the KorTac village, hear his voice, see his hood swaying as he pounded the dirt down the lane. Watching him quietly move about this very room, a scene not everyone was privy to. Much like you, getting up and walking into his part of the shared space, sitting on his bed instead.

It was a private moment when you realized you were instinctly rubbing your thighs together.

Uh oh.

You'd been touch staved for months now. The scent of König filled your nose when you laid back into his furs, his pillows, his space. Reeking of the woods, sage and his distinct smell. Manly. Burly. Strong. Heady.

The more you thought about him the more you wiggled and gave in, grabbing his closest pillow and inhaling like a dog in heat. And perhaps you were.

You covered your face with the pillow then, gripping at the blankets below as you busied yourself, tearing at the strings of your pants, bucking into nothing, breathing in his scent as your nimble fingers found the source of the issue. Your clit throbbed, your pussy clenched around nothing but want and desire, the first time you'd even allowed yourself to feel something other than dismay. You bit into the fabric of the pillow. Drooling, rubbing your slit for some sort of relief. You startled yourself when you moaned out The Collectors name. What a mess!

Thankfully he wasn't anywhere nearby to see your antics, covering your mouth, the crackling sounds from the fire burning in your room, the warmth of it as you moved and nosily filled the canal of your cunt, easily with two fingers. You'd never heard yourself this loudly before, your mind racing as you pulled them out, circling your clit once more until you gave in and stuffed yourself knuckle deep.

"Whose Ada?" You asked Keeva the next morning, spotting her having some difficulty wrangling her children about, the newborns having sprouted a lot more hair than you remembered, on your way to market. You were surprised to see her up and about so soon, the babes now a good month old, looking wide eyed around the new world around them.

"Oh that one," Keeva snorted and shook her head, as you carried her woven basket. It reminded you of yours back home, collecting dust. "She's a silly one, that Ada. She likes to entertain."

"Ghost called her a paramour."

"Simon is right. Knees to the sky, that one. She's not a bad woman, mind you pet, she just… does things her way. She gets paid to spread her legs for anyone with enough money and willing. I heard," Keeva began to whisper, shooing her little ones away from prying ears. "She's even gotten a few of KorTac's finest to beg. Can you imagine?! Word gets out about submission and they'll make a new song of it, I'm sure."

"Anyone?" Your mind reeled with the image of any of KorTac's finest begging for sexual favors.

Keeva paused. "Are you interested? I don't know of her rate but a new play thing like you might fetch a few pretty coins."

"Not me. The Collector."

"Oh so you are interested in our leader? Not surprised."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing. You two spend a lot of time together, I only see what it is plain. Are you jealous, dear pet? You shouldn't be, he has not been to see her in many months now." Keeva explained, calling after her brood.

"How do you know?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Keeva laughed and you followed after her with a furrowed brow and even more questions than answers.

Obvious of what?

"Wee lass! I was wondering if you might've taken your leave in the wake of The Collectors absence. You must be enjoying yerself here wit' us." Soap found you rummaging for some carrots for Keeva, he clapped a heavy hand on your shoulder that gave you chills. You wondered if he had forgot you were not to be touched or the man couldn't care less. You weren't sure if that was reckless or just the sort of man Soap truly was.

"And risk being blood eagled? I think not."

"König wouldn't do that to you!"

"He did it to the last guy who betrayed him!"

"Oh that," Soap waved a blood lust death like there was some flying insect in front of his face, like it was nothing and maybe to these people it wasn't. Growing up you knew that was the most heinous of deaths and it was rightly served. You played and stayed on the straight and narrow to not be lumped in with venom like that! "That's a totally differen' situation. No' even close, lass."

"Are you König? How would you know that he wouldn't turn on me at once? I have seen his wrath, I know what The Collector is capable of and I would be an idiot to think otherwise. I need his trust."

"You mean… his approval?"

"If I am to be his wife, yes Soap, I need his approval and trust. I can't just be some… some.. nobody."

"WIFE?!" Soap practically shrieked, getting a few looks.

"Did he not tell you what this means?" You held up your arm, the emerald band glinting in the mid-day light.

"No. Why would he tell me something so intimate?" Soap asked.

"He told Kruger."

"Ah, Kruger and I are quite different in rank, pet. Congratulations are in order I suppose, then."

"Maybe don't mention this, out loud again until he comes home, yeah?"

"Home? I suppose you are feeling most welcome." Soap smirked and waved you off, adjusting his cloak as he walked away with a secret. He glanced over his shoulder once as you found the right amount of vegetables needed.

….

Your lips feel bruised, sloppy and wet, sliding over another. Large hands are on your body, prodding and groping. Kneading into the flesh of your thighs, grabbing them, hoisting them, pushing them up and apart. You're out of breath and desperate, oh so fucking desperate for friction, for filling.

You're on your knees, excited and eager to please, the pleasure of serving is hot on your mind, licking at the base of your skull, warming you through like a summer breeze.

It's nice you could cry. You are so unashamed and thorough to be this good. A hand on your head, another under your chin to make you look up and up and . König is smiling at you.

You instantly sit up in bed.

Oh Gods no!

You cannot be feeling this way about your captor.

This cannot be happening. You rub at your eyes, your face is hot and sweating. The apex of your sex is sticky and wet. You're thrumming with adrenaline, jittery at best. You knew it was a mistake to touch yourself, let alone touch yourself in his bed, surrounded by his things.

Now look at you, a miserable and horny mess once more.

You should get up, go outside, get some fresh air, cool yourself off. Stave off this desire. The moment you told Soap that you needed The Collectors approval, his trust, his praise, you were in too deep. Given to him as payment, forced to be his wife, apart of the KorTac clan, to be married to the most brutal and violent man in this realm was not something you ever thought about. And why would you? He's a killer. He's a murderer.

He's… yours.

[goobersforlife]

BRACKETS ARE UP!

AND HERE THEY ARE!

This is side A brackets

Participants-

(camp hamato) CH! Leo & Vincenzo - belonging to @p0t3nt1al

Rose Jones- belonging to @omgselinabeckendorf

Hamato Giovanni- belonging to @enthblaze

(universal mayhem) UM!Foxy, Venus, Peter, April- belonging to @trixanimations

UWG!Donnie and IitM!Leo- belonging to @witchybluedeity

orange- belonging to @itsnotillegalyet07

Misa- belonging to @littlemissartemisia

(Lab rats sons) LRS!One- belonging to @rubberducky2pointoh

Mikey, and (chaotic time travel) CTT! F!Donnie and Dahlia-belonging to @cats-inthe-cradle

kirby- belonging to -@tomatoshapedstars

(turtles all the way down) TATWD!Murasaki & mizuiro- belonging to @pommigranite

(Green eyed mask) GEM!Casey Jr- belonging to @azucar-skull

Vassari, Donnie, paris, zink- belonging to @angelcorpse230

(Rabbits broach) RB! Aristotle and Plato Umigame- belonging to @pigeonsgrame

Toby Sage Darner -belonging to @flockofcrowsinatrenchcoat

(once more with feelings) OMWF! Jasper, and bell - belonging to @tuatara-time

Artie-belonging to @faemorningstar

Donatello & Genetrix- belonging to @tmnt-starlit-sin

Kirby Hamato- belonging to @darth-sonny

(Teenage Turtle Ninja mutants)TTNM! donnie, mikey, raph and leo- belonging to @idiot-mushroom

Yuchi, Cali, Mikey, and the QUILT! Au turtles- belonging to @cokowiii @cokoweee

(starblind) Yuchi, Leo- belonging to @dancingthesambaa

(Queen of the birds)QOTB!Leo- belonging to @just-another-wren

Robo!Rise Donnie, Raph, Leo, and Mikey- belonging to @zinovi768

Leonette- belonging to @leonette-soup

Timothy- belonging to @pinetreevillain

Sunflower- belonging to @agentturtlecupcake

These are side A participants, I will reblong with side B’s participants soon

Good luck, and have fun!

(also lmk if I got someone's username wrong, or anything like that, so that I made tag the right person :3)

and its smaller twin

BRACKETS SIDE B

Goober comp brackets! Side b | Bracket HQ

BRACKET HQ

side b of the baskets

Participants-

TMNA! rafa, doni, miguel and leo- belonging to @matutito

(giant mutant toddler turtles) GMTT! Raph, Mikey,Leo, Donnie- belonging to @bambiraptorx

(open your shell to find your wings) OYSTFYW!Donnie, and snapsonnie! -belonging to @onejellyfishplease

Kraang Subprime- belonging to @optimalminds

HorrorAU! Donnie, Raph, Mikey, leo- belonging to @hyperfixated-homo

(not hero material)NHM!Raph, mikey, donnie, leo- belonging to @peanutrat20

Iridiana- belonging to @chipistotallysane

(raised by kraang)RBK! April, and (raised by foot) RBF Casey- belonging to @apollothesunrat

Venus, Leo, Raph, and Donnie- belonging to @fxliciq-a

Pondside! Raph, Donnie, Leo, Mikey-belonging to @purple-the-turtle

Milkshake and Waffles- belonging to @sleepis4theweak

That concludes side b’s particapents

Wishing you guys luck, and can't wait to see what happens

Also side note, if you do anything to break the rules, you will be eliminated from the competition, please be respectful. And enjoy

[littlecactiguy]

Presenting my work for @malevolentbigbang 2024!

Do you like cats? Do you like cafes? Do you like Cities than exist in between worlds where very little makes actual sense and most things probably want to eat you? (Except the cats — probably)

Then here’s a fic! One character you’ll recognize is a cat (sort of) another is a tree (sort of), and is that a girl or a mushroom colony? The universe may never know!

(Also Kayne is here and he’s somehow won the ‘looks the most normally human award’)

Or, in short terms:

Your favorite Malevolent characters open a cat cafe in a fantastical, otherworldly city.

Beta read by the wonderful @bluejayblueskies

And with artworks from my fantastic artists, Rowan (VerbenaSickle17 on Twitter), Pluto (melatoninmom on instagram), and Fin (@lastwheeze)

This fic will be posted in 3 installments throughout the day, at the following times:

10am EDT: Chs 1-2 1pm EDT: Chs 3-4 4pm EDT: Chs 5-7

[soaps-mohawk]

If there is ever a point, you need to take longer breaks, you can always post chs every other week. We can wait. I can probably guarantee that some of your loyal readers agree with me.

And if you need another break at any point, I hope you take the 'selfish' route and give yourself a break! You deserve it. You've been pretty good at updating your story on time and keeping us well fed with your work.

You taking a break or few won't deter that.

I wanted to apologize but then remembered how you said not to, so I won't. But I feel for you.

I hope you'll get to love this blog again instead of seeing it as a chore. It's what you deserve. For now, a break from us, and hopefully later on, we can be your break from the real world.

For now, I have some random pics I have in my gallery. The orange kitty is a stray that lives near our house. My grandma hates cats, so I can't keep them.

The second is of one of my plants. It's called 'mother of thousands' cause of the buds it grows on the edges of its large 'petal' (idk what it's called, 😅) would eventually fall off and sprout into more plants. In Spanish, its called 'mala madre' or 'bad mother' cause, according to my grandma, "she has lots of kids but never takes care of them."

And last is just of a mushroom I found one day, lol.

- 🦎

Thank you lovely 💚 I do appreciate everyone's support, truly.

I mostly didn't want people to apologize because I knew some people would apologize because they felt like they were adding to the stress, but that's definitely not the case. It was all me putting the pressure on myself to do something that was just not sustainable long term. I don't want anyone to feel bad about interacting or sending asks or anything. It was all my own doing.

I love and appreciate these pictures so much 🥹 I'm stuck sitting at a desk all day for the next five days so I really appreciate the glimpses of the outside world 💚

[swiftsaltsweet]

“Well good news, I found some edible mushrooms! They’re over here!” She scooped down, picked Rangi up around her waist, and proceeded to carry her like a very docile cat mouse…or a sack of flour. Regardless, Rangi hung there limply, not bothering to protest.

Excerpt from Ch 6 of the fanfic Thief in the Avatar's Estate

(Ft. Rangi being a pathetic lil mew mew. just an absolute wet cat)

[harpygee]

Wow these pages are old.

[player-1]

Throwing in another hot take/theory rant for demon Plant arm Tessla since TriStamp Knives would definitely have had some complications in those 150+ years before the main story. And for some TriMax spoilers below:

-While Knives still has some lingering connections to the Plant network, Tessla could be his "seeing-eye dog" when looking for Plants both thriving or near-death, especially when town/cities apart. Might be easy to connect that to ep. 3 when his knives point directly to the Plant from outside the generator instead of immediately hacking and slashing through the the town to get to it.

-Speaking of the Plant network, while TriStamp labels Plant production in the broad scope of water, heat, electricity and gravity; there exists geo-Plants (Plants that can create biological/plant life), though it mostly happens when a Plant has already died or exhausted all viable energy. TriStamp puts it in the blatant fact that she's still alive in the pickle jar , TriMax presents in an interesting factoid that a Plant's hair goes black when overexterting themselves (which is somewhat shown with Vash's hair slowly turning brown in the Ship 5 arc). Tessla's hair never turned black, even after everything that happened to her (ch. here for your perusal and horror) and the so-called "tumors" that she develops could be some type of mushroom/fungi to ease the stress on her body without going into a Last Run. But to be fair, Plants themselves are pure energy given a physical form and their Gates are their connection that source (in TriStamp/TriMax? logic); Tessla would already be teetering that line between life and "death", storing up an entire wealth of energy and knowledge before and/or during merging with Knives (something something mycelium network). Case in point, hc that Tessla could be Knives' interdimensional radio with the price of living out of pure spite and eldritch vibes.

-As for Tessla being a Plant radio, she would mainly communicate to Knives through different sounds/voices she heard or copied off his memories (either because Knives never heard her voice or that she forgotten). Knives is fine with the inconsistency, but she always has hell to pay if she even attempts to copy Rem's or (older) Vash's voice.

-To fit the older sister role, Tessla would also be a permanent meme machine that Knives (and anyone in their vicinity) has to suffer through whenever she gets particularly feisty or playful. Legato, without fail, would suddenly get bombarded with Blue if she ever gets a second of eye contact with him. Zazie would hear another set of buzzing apart from their Worm network, maybe like a cat purring, but Knives had to put his arm into a chokehold the one time they ask him what kind of Worm a bee is. Livio gets teased with nondescript elevator music since the lights are on but nobody's home. Monev/Rollo becomes the unofficial lap-dog (before going rogue) because Tessla gushes about how much of a good boy he is despite easily crushing Knives like a trash compactor. Elendira learns about a monster made from the folly of an insane “doctor” (ie. Frankenstein), and with enough prodding from her younger brother, lets Tessla teach her how to shoot a Lost Tech nailgun for target practice (using a drawing of Conrad’s face as said-target). Conrad would get a marathon of death threats or the aura of dread whenever he so much as breathes in her general direction; it’s always a coin toss if he gets to privately talk to Knives on their plans or gets mentally trampled by his pseudo-daughter/alien guinea pig.

-And of course, Knives has to bare the brunt of it all every single time it happens; waking him up at May 3rd midnight to demand a cake, sibling-joking him so bad that he actually considers Vash the lesser of two evils, and even if he took all that time and effort to build the Eye of Michael from the ground up (even writing the Bible 2.0) and considers her the "messenger of faith", Tessla would've haggled him so hard to even put her in the book in the first place. And yes, even if they're connected to each other on the mental/physical/memory level, she doesn't know how to read.

Case in point, if Knives could merge but barely control an entire trove of Dependent Plants in TriMax, how the hell are we supposed to expect that he can control one Independent with the same level of ease in TriStamp? Not to mention keeping the one person who killed his older sister alive to become to backbone of the Eye of Michael in the first place...She would've lashed out enough times for the team to notice and realize that Knives was literally holding another monster back by the skin of his teeth. If it somewhat justifies Legato having that oddly specific sleeve-glove thing on only his left hand and Conrad always avoiding Knives' within a 25 ft radius, then I don't what else to say.

[222michaellee]

how to draw angry Mushroom Kitten Cat drawing and coloring cute anime ch...

[madraleen]

Bungo Stray Dogs - Kafka Asagiri/Sango Harukawa Vol. 13: I have enough to say to make a post just for a single volume apparently - A Commentary (*anime spoilers and manga spoilers up to ch.114)

-@cover: AND I REPEAT! FYODOR, IF VILLAIN WHY SO PRETTY! also dazai-chan looks extra pretty princess, i approve. atsushi lowkey looks like he's about to fuck shit up, which i also approve. and aku-kun i approve in general.

-the colored page always takes me by surprise, it's so pretty

-OH LOOK, A DAZAI OUTLINE AMONG THE MEMBERS OF THE AGENCY! REMEMBER WHEN THAT WAS A THING?! WHEN DAZAI WAS PICTURED AMONG THE AGENCY? HA?!

-also, another thing on manga vs anime: because the timeline is so streamlined, so far the character appearances have been pretty even. there's not too much or too little of anyone, it feels just right. i wonder if that'll still stand for the s4-s5 arcs and their many side-plots. of course this feels different when you're reading month to month, i assume you start screaming in exasperation at some point over who you see and who you don’t, but in the volumes it works great

-atsushi, angry, uncomfortable: "let me go , dazai-san!" akutagawa, docile, obedient: "senpai asks, senpai gets."

-it's funny, 'cause an injured dazai technically wouldn't be able to do much if atsushi or akutagawa threw fists with him right now, yet he's holding them by the scruff like stray cats.

-oh that's such a different vibe, i feel like! dazai's "could you not go running wild? you'll open up my stomach wound," in the anime it was played as a funny moment to restrain the kids, whereas here it feels like dazai is actually serious in the comedy of the panel

-dazai: "could you not go running wild?" atsushi: *presses himself against dazai's side and by extension his wound* BUT WHY IS AKUTAGAWA-" oh atsushi i love you

-there's a certain way that harukawa-sensei draws mouths that you can practically hear the obnoxiousness of the characters' tone, especially with ranpo and dazai

-*mutters something about dazai's hands*

-dude, the panel composition is beautiful idk. very dynamic

-"it's no wonder dazai-san chose to abandon you and disappear!" omfg atsushi. also yes bitch, slay, but omfg you ruthless little man-tiger.

-atsushi ain't having anyone's shit. everyone around him is deranged, foe and ally alike, and he's gonna react via expression or call them out for it, i love that about him. he's such a rich character, because yes he's been abused and he's traumatized and has low self-esteem, no self-worth and so on, but goddamn he ain't gonna stand there and take all this insanity

-"hellhound" akutagawa, dogs, mafia dogs, agency cats, i'm still on that.

-"what are you, a lawn mower!? dazai-san left you because all you think about is chopping up the enemy!" AHAHAHA ATSUSHI PLEASE!

-"I'LL TURN YOU INTO A TIGER-SKIN RUG" - AKU-KUN, PLEASE! atsushi and aku-kun have upped their bickering game, good for them

-like in the anime, aku-kun isn't coughing anymore so i'll just go ahead and assume his lung disease has flare-ups that come and go (or is affected by certain environments, eg the sea)

-babe. atsushi. my love. not only dazai-san trusts you, but EVEN AKU-KUN ACKNOWLEDGES AND SAYS OUT LOUD THAT DAZAI-SAN "PUTS A LOT OF TRUST IN YOU"! that's like almost too much trust in layman's terms

-"bamboo shoots come from bamboo, so mushrooms come from mush" oh god, that's something *i* would say

-oh actual rat members, great, thank you.

-akutagawa went from "wha-!?" to "how do i steer that thing" in a heartbeat when riding on atsushi, i love him. they're hilarious, bsd is so entertaining

-i imagine the creative conundrum, "how exactly do we position akutagawa so that he can ride on atshushi's back"

-ATSUSHI'S AND AKU-KUN'S COLOR PATTERNS ARE SO COMPLEMENTARY I CANNOT

-dude seriously though, the panel composition. it's beautiful.

-i mean, the kids are big-braining it. they're not five-braining it like the geniuses, but they're big-braining it alright

-lol, dazai-san is so shocked that the climber's not dostoyevsky that his eye veins popped out, good good

-"far crueler than my own mentor," akutagawa's "own mentor" being dazai? then yes, orphanage director is far crueler.

-lemme make an interlude here, 'cause i'm still on my dazai and the nurse bullshit. i just keep thinking that if you don't interpret it as another "actually, dazai didn't do that" moment in the long line of "dazai didn't do to that woman what you think he did" gags, and you actually interpret it as dazai fucked/sexually pleasured the nurse in order to get his phone and continue with business, it's one of the subtly darkest, saddest moments, because he probably learned that in the mafia, and he employs that tactic while physically in pain, to a literal stranger, and then goes on with business completely unbothered because he doesn't give a fuck about the nurse, his physical discomfort or his own body in general, and only used himself as a tool so that he can continue operations, STILL uses himself as a tool even though no one wants that of him now (not like this), and that's just so sad and fucked up.

-"most people are unaware that the tiger's claws can tear through skills themselves" aku-kun is pleased that he knows this

-no seriously,  mori-san is so much prettier in the manga. like wth, sometimes he's serving looks

-your master cut out the parts of your brain that feel unhappiness?! WTF IS FYODOR'S SKILL

-ahaha, dazai contacted francis, later atsushi contacts francis... like senpai like kouhai

-interesting. dazai yells "don't touch him" FIRST, and then fyodor kills the man, so it could very well be that he only does it to mislead dazai that touch is necessary for his skill, to play right into his false(?) guess.

-well yeah, dazai is conflicted because he doesn't know fyodor's skill, therefore lacks very important information, ACTUALLY miscalculated fyodor's moves until the very end (as did ranpo), and fyodor just let himself get arrested without any real fuss, which is sus. dazai's at a major disadvantage information-wise and he knows this ain't over (it's never over. it's never ever ever over, never ev-). but it's sweet that it's atsushi that notices this in a scene where it's just the two of them. idk, the fact that it's atsushi and that he doesn't really dwell on it, just reinforces how human dazai is in atsushi's eyes. to everyone else, it'd be a "!" moment. atsushi just notices it, as a fact.

-it feels like in dazai's eyes, atsushi is at his core all that is good and pure and righteous and shiny. the oda vibe in its purest form, never wavering, never tarnished.

-LOUISA IS ONLY 18?!

-"WHO GIVES A CRAP ABOUT YOUR INNER DRAMA!?" AHAHA RANPO-SAN <3 if that ain't the essence of bsd, i don't know what is.

-this ain't no rivalry, dear poe, you're just ranpo-kun's bitch. it's alright, we understand

-this "the conjurer" that they refer to fyodor as is the anime's "majin"? demon fyodor?

-i forget, DO we know the real reason fyodor let them capture him? we know why fukuchi wanted him imprisoned, but fyodor himself?

-ahahaha kunikida makes glasses with his skill and dazai knows and can nullify them? AHAHAHAHAAH that's cute

[clawsoutspotsoff]

Fic Madlibs - The Prince and the Cat, ch. 25ish

Fei was in the air before she even realized she’d circled the area. She felt the pleistocene era in her “under there”, heard Liiri’s simple scream in her ear - “Fei, wait, I don’t-!” - but all she could see were the noise-reducing forms of Nino and Dr. Manon, blinding white and burnt brown and turquoise, falling too far, too fast.  A candle of existence and preposterous self-sealing napkin strip exploded from the salad, slicing them into a beacon of hope and then nothing, the searing ”Djent!” of eruption. “Nino!” she guffawed, her own desire idling at her leg, the candle filling her stem cells with existence. “Manon!” Liiri’s hesitation dropped off behind her, a trail of whistling upside-down feelings, the soothsayer slipping from Fei’s grasp. “Fei,” he claimed, his voice bombastic and incandescent with rage, “I can’t-” A coherence of red and indigo slid beneath her, waffling only enough for something to grab her leg, pelting her into place onto a fancy, well-financed surface. “Chat Noir, go!” Audrey Bourgeois urged her mighty buffalo, as soon as Fei was confirmed aboard its toenail. She had hold of one set of its eyelashes, and it recalibrated its tail to show its hopping.  Wayzz still had hold of her leg, gripping hard enough to ooze, but his leaf was locked on where his bandmate had munched, clutched against Nino’s heart, obscured by the self-sealing napkin strip and rubble. “...What…?” he spewed out, barely audible over the public indecency, and Fei pounced to follow his chinwag, terrified.  The castle’s candy was absolutely fucking teal, a bedraggled, yapping Jaguar® in its place, the choir directors driven by the blue dust that undulated with Nino’s incorrectly shortened DUI. Card sleeves mad-libbed inward, threatening to jump the shark at any winter. From the bloated church, amazing piles of avocados confusedly sprayed and canceled, controlling the existence in the air like a bajillion sentient mushrooms screwing around and screwing the pooch in a full moon. The mighty buffalo didn’t bet, fluffy as an chicken except for its resting, undead tongue. It fathered many children throughout the canker sore, crushing its excuses into nouns and lightly scorched, electric air, the party of exasperation and bungled melted cheese. 

Original excerpt from The Prince And The Cat (WIP, unposted) Madlibbed by members of @miraculousfanworks

[aggressivedaikons]

Starboy (Soundwave Deserter AU Fic) Ch. 3

Chapter One / Previous Chapter / AO3 Ver.

(Not tagging with anything more than transformers due to no Soundwave lmao)

Peyton was, and had always been a lover of nature. Growing up in New Hampshire, she would spend her childhood out in the woods, playing with sticks, making forts and gardens. Every second she spent indoors, Peyton was thinking about the wild. She read up on nearly every kind of forest critter, how to search and forage for plants, how to hunt. She loved nearly every aspect of wildlife, from the root systems of mushrooms to the science behind of eagle wings, and everything inbetween.

When she was 13, she got a Maine Coon kitten. She had always been a cat person, but rarely asked for one of her own. At first, she had been a little hesitant, worried that he might keep her away from her carefree fun in the woods. But, after some research and training, the two were off together. Cheddar, her cat, now on a leash, was able to run alongside her as they tromped through the woods.

That was seven years ago.

Peyton was now in college, and had moved over to the west coast to attend Oregon State University, majoring in Botany and Environmental Sciences. She decided that if she had had such a strong passion for life and nature ever since she was a young child, she should pursue a career as an ecologist.

Her aunt lived out in California, and had rented out the spare cabin she would occasionally spend her summers at, as a place for Peyton to live. It was an incredibly beautiful piece of land. A mountain view, lush greenery, a blue lake only a mile or so away. It was serene.

The cabin was a small, studio-sized A-frame cabin, roughly 800 square ft, with a tall ceiling. It was divided into three rooms. The front area was a wide living space, with a small kitchen to the right. In the middle of the back wall, there was a hallway. At the end, we’re three doors. To the left, the bathroom, to the right, Peyton’s bedroom, and through the middle, there was a small porch.

Peyton had just finished the finals only a week before, and now, was finally able to relax. Ah, summer break. Though she loved her classes, she always yearned for that freedom of the summer. She had several hikes planned already, as well as a camping trip. As she drove up the hill, she thought to herself about what she needed to pack.

She always forgot something, no matter what. Her thoughts seemed scrambled, and cluttered, 24/7, bouncing around in her brain, non-stop. She began to list off everything she needed to bring for the 6.7 mile hike she was planning on going tomorrow morning. She considered the thought of bringing Cheddar, but she was afraid the hike would be too long. Maybe another day.

She repeated the list of items she needed to pack under her breath as she pulled into the dirt driveway.

“Trek-pole, extra clothes, first aid, compass, snacks and waterbottle. Trek-pole, extra clothes, first aid, compass…”

As she did so, she fumbled around her bag to dig out her house keys, before hopping out of her Jeep, and running up to her door. Her cat, who was previously sprawled out in the sun, was now pawing and trilling at the glass siding, eager for his mama’s return.

As Peyton entered, Cheddar rubbed up a against her legs, purring and chittering. He ran over to his food bowl (which was half-full) expectantly, looking up at her with big eyes. Peyton sighed, before walking over and pulling the scoop out of the cat food.

She spoke to Cheddar in a babey voice, saying “Oh, hey there, Chedd! You have food in your bowl, silly! You’re such a dumb little boy, aren’t you? You wouldn’t have a chance in the wild, wouldn’t you, you silly goose!” She said, as she stirred up she remaining dry mix that had been left in the cat’s bowl since that morning with the empty scoop.

As she stood back up, Cheddar eagerly went to eat the food in his bowl. This was a regular thing, for them. Though some of her friends had inquired to her about the chances of him having vision issues, but after going to the vet, they decided nothing was wrong, and that he was just an orange cat.

Peyton walked to her bedroom, and climbed up to her bed, which was elevated by a few feet. She undid her ponytail, letting her auburn hair spill out onto her shoulders. She laid back and curled up in bed, letting out a heavy breath. She was worn out from the last few days. She pulled pulled out her phone, and opened her notes app. She began writing down her packing list.

‘Trekking pole. Compass. GPS. Headlamp. Extra socks. Water bottle. Trail mix and protein bars. First aid kit. Sunglasses and hat. Sunscreen, lip balm. Bugspray. Lighter. Pepper spray. Whistle. Pull alarm.’

She contemplated other items, but decided to add more later. She really needed a nap. She had been staying up for the last two nights studying, meaning she had only slept for about seven hours over the last three days. She set a timer on her phone, to wake her up at 9pm. She set it on her bedside table, and closed her eyes. She fell asleep in minutes, soundly drifting off, in a well-deserved nap.

[brynns-world]

【ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ　ｆｏｕｒ】

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝓝𝓲𝓴𝓱𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪?⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“You took too much too fast. The candy spills onto the floor. Look at what you’ve done.”

“Don’t go guilt-tripping me now! I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday’s lunch!”

“That’s your fault. Why would someone willingly starve themselves?”

Giving a glare in Chara’s direction, you stuffed a candy in your mouth while shoving the rest in the messenger bag. Doing a 180, you turn the way you entered from leaving the small room with the singular pillar that once sustained the candy bowl.

“I fell asleep so I didn’t eat dinner, and I was planning on eating breakfast once I finished my stroll through the forest.”

Chara looked at their new acquaintance, seemingly curious. Already planning on poking fun at them at how ridiculous they look doing small runs and evading the monsters on their way so they wouldn’t enter a fight. One of their questions came out of their mouth instead.

“What were you doing in the forest so early in the morning?”

Taking a few breaths to somewhat calm their anxiety after passing through that small hallway. Y/n turned to answer when the floor suddenly gave up under them.

Thankfully a bed of dry leaves were right behind them so they didn’t take any damage.

“uuugh”

“What now?”

Standing by the end of their head, Chara watched them complain. Y/n opened their eyes to see the, in their view, upside down Chara. Taking a deep breath they replied.

“I have already taken all the mushrooms that were in the small forest located behind my house. I heard that Mt. Ebott has a very big forest so I decided to come for ingredients.”

“Huh, so that’s why you have those mushrooms.”

“Yeah. Though now I regret following that cat. I wouldn’t have gotten lost if it weren’t for them.”

Finally gathering the strength to get up from the leaves, they started approaching what looked like stairs from monkey bars games at the left. Looking up, there was light at the top so they started climbing with Chara following right behind them.

“Cat?”

“There was this black cat with beautiful green eyes that reminded me of the forest during summer. They told me to follow them, and they led me right to the family of Amanita Muscaria.”

Finally being at the purple hallway once again, they stopped for a minute to chat properly with the ghost. Cleaning their hands with their clothing from all the dust. However, noticing Chara’s confused face, they quickly added.

“The mushroom. It’s a species called Amanita Muscaria.”

“No. That doesn’t matter. Did you say that the cat TOLD you to follow them?”

Walking to the next room, the phone Toriel gave them started ringing. They quickly took it out and pressed the answer button.

“Hello? This is Toriel. For no reason in particular…which do you prefer? Cinnamon or butterscotch?”

That is a hard question. Cinnamon smells really good and is somewhat comforting, not to mention that apple pies with cinnamon taste really good. On the other hand, butterscotch is just so soft, rich, and sweet. Which to choose?

Telling her your answer, she replied with:

“Oh, I see. Thank you very much!”

And hung up just right after. Just to call again right after hanging up.

“Hello? This is Toriel. You do not dislike the other flavor, do you? I know what your preference is, but…Would you turn up your nose if you found it on your plate?”

A bit confused about the whole ordeal and what she was getting at. Y/n still replied kindly, afterall the woman has shown nothing but sympathy towards them.

“I was actually having trouble choosing which one I liked. I love both flavors so it’s impossible for me to say no to either one.”

Noticing that they were more open over the phone made Toriel happy. Maybe they were just a shy child! Getting to know each other would surely improve the lack of speech. The answer they gave her, made a wave of relief wash over her.

“That’s good! Thank you for your answers and for being patient, by the way.”

Dang. Guilt returned to their body once she said that. The call ended and they turned towards Chara who was hearing the small conversation too. Giving the ghost a small questioning gaze, they only shrugged to signal their lack of knowledge about what just happened.

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It’s been a while of puzzles, falling on top of leaves, having encounters with some monsters, and dealing with a sassy rock. The pair noticed a small mouse hole on the wall. They also found another shining thing next to a table with a no-longer edible cheese on top. Getting close to the cheese, you poke it while Chara comments.

“This cheese has been here quite a long time. It’s stuck to the table…”

“I’m gonna eat it.”

Chara turned so fast towards you that you were sure the ghost got whiplash. Staring horrified and disgusted by your comment, the ghost lost no time to try and stop you from even licking it.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?!”

“The time it’s been here won’t stop me.”

“What will you do if you get diarrhea or die from food poisoning?”

“Better than being hungry.”

“Stop being an idiot and just touch the shiny thing!”

Managing to get you away from the table and stand in front of the shiny thing, you admired the mouse hole for a moment before touching the light. Not really understanding why you had to touch it, but doing it anyway. Enjoying the small tingly sensation that was left in your hand.

“Knowing that the mouse might one day leave its hole and get the cheese, fills you with curiosity to catch it.”

Once in the other room though, the duo couldn’t go any farther because of a ghost lying right on the way they needed to go. Approaching the new ghost, they could hear it snoring loudly, fakely. The new ghost was obviously awake, but the socially awkward teen wouldn’t dare make a move.

“This ghost keeps saying ‘z’ out loud repeatedly, pretending to sleep.”

“I know but what should I do?”

Anxiously whispering towards Chara so the ghost wouldn’t hear you ‘talking to yourself’. Chara only looked at you dead in the eye and asked, or more like affirmed, monotonously.

“Move it with force?”

“What?! No, that would be rude! I could get in a fight that I can just evade.”

“Then you’ll stay here forever.”

You gave an exasperated sigh, racking your brain to come up with another solution but finding out that there was no other option. Pulling at your hair and lightly stomping on the ground, you took a deep breath and prepared for the encounter that was sure to occur.

“Here comes Napstablook.”

Chara commented, seeming more satisfied than they should when their companion did as they were told. The white soul was pulled out once again. Seeing that heart many times in a day was making you become accustomed to it.

Not really knowing how to approach this new ghost, you just gave them a patient smile. This caused a minuscule chuckle to be formed out of Napstablook. The message ‘Really not feeling up to it right now. Sorry’ appeared out of nowhere at your left, right in between the both of you.

“Napstablook looks just a little bit better.”

Chara’s observation gave you a little confidence, enough to try and give them a compliment.

“You are actually a cute ghost, I’m sure you are very kind too.”

However, this was taken as you flirting with the ghost. Chara gives you a look of disgust, thinking that you did that on purpose. Napstablook responded, their voice being really quiet.

“I'd just weigh you down.”

Not even understanding that you accidentally flirted with the ghost, you clumsily dodged the tear attacks that went in your direction. Some of the tears actually touched your skin and left a small scratch behind, they were small but they hurt like paper cuts.

“Napstablook looks just a little bit better.”

Chara repeated. This time instead of giving you confidence, it made you anxious. Realizing that carefulness is needed with what you say in order to spare him and win the fight. Let’s start with something small, you decided.

“How have you been lately?”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

More tear attacks came your way, but the number was decreased as well as the speed. Being able to dodge all of them gave you time to think about another thing to cheer Napstablook up.

“We are all born beautiful. The greatest tragedy is being convinced we are not.”

Poetry is the way to a heart. Maybe that’ll make them feel better. Napstablook gave a small smile before continuing with the encounter.

“Let me try…”

The tears that were meant to attack you started going up to their head. It was forming a dapper hat! A nice one too. Chara turned towards you, actually impressed.

“I call it ‘dapper blook’, do you like it...”

“Poetry seems to improve Napstablook's mood greatly. Napstablook eagerly awaits your response.”

You gave the little ghost a genuine smile, finding it sweet how hopeful they look to obtain a positive reaction. Giving small claps with your hands, you tell them how it’s a cool trick and how good they look with the hat on.

With that, the fight ended and Napstablook started talking with you.

“I usually come to the ruins because there’s nobody around…but today I met somebody nice…maybe we could listen to music together if we are to meet again…oh, I’m rambling again. I’ll get out of your way.”

With that they disappeared, leaving the path clear for the duo to continue. Saying a little ‘bye bye’ to the ghost before you walked straight ahead. It was an empty room with a few cobwebs and a post sign. Chara proceeded to read.

“Spider Bake Sale, all proceeds go to real spiders.”

“Huh, that’s nice.”

Coming closer to the cobweb, you left 7 gold from what you’ve collected on your journey. Small spiders came with what looked to be a donut decorated with a cobweb design, giving it to you and leaving with the gold.

“That was creepy and awesome.”

Chara gave a small chuckle, following you as you went north. Right in front was another sign post and a Froggit standing close to it. Being your personal reader, Chara read its contents out loud.

“Did you miss it? Spider Bakesale down and to the right. Come eat food made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders!”

“Oh that’s cu- wait a minute. OF spiders?!”

Today you were regretting your whole life choices.

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After talking with froggits, receiving a call from Toriel, having to fight some monsters, finding Napstablook at the bottom of a puzzle because they fell and couldn’t get up, doing more puzzles, and evading monsters. The duo finally arrived at a hallway, there were vines on the floor from the way you just came from and the way in front of you. The hallway at your left however had many brown leaves. Deciding to go straight and then to the left like you have been doing all along, you found a Froggit in a small room that only had another small doorway to the left.

“Ribbit, ribbit. (Just between you and me…I saw Toriel come out of here just a little while ago. She was carrying some groceries.)”

Oh! That sounds like good news. You are getting closer to her and if she had groceries then maybe you could finally eat something. Thanking the goddesses for finally being on your side, you gave a sigh of relief.

“(I didn’t ask what they were for…we’re all too intimidated to talk to her.) Ribbit.”

Intimidated? Why would they be intimidated by a kind woman such as Toriel? Is it because of the first encounter you had with a Froggit when she was with you?

Making your way to the doorway at your left, you were held back by the sound of Chara’s voice.

“You don’t need to go there.”

“Why? What’s in there?”

“Nothing. Let’s continue through the other way.”

“What’s in the room?”

“You are just wasting our time.”

You don’t understand their behavior. Just moments before you seemed to be tolerating each other more, but now they are back to being serious and even rude.

“Holding me back is only making my curiosity increase.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“Satisfaction brought it back.”

With that you walked in the new room. It was a small balcony giving access to overlook what appeared to be a castle, being so beautiful that it left you breathless. However, instead of staring at the beautiful view, Chara was eyeing something on the ground. Obviously you noticed their intense staring, glancing towards what they were glaring at, you saw a knife.

“What is this doing here? It’s dangerous.”

The ghost tensed up the moment the knife came in contact with your hand. Glancing down from the balcony, you checked there wasn’t anyone down there before letting the knife fall to its death. Quickly taking out your antibacterial gel and disinfecting your hands.

“We don’t know how many people touched that. It’s probably full of germs.”

Chara could care less about the germs. They gave a sigh of relief when they were assured that the knife was no longer around. Being certain that you wouldn’t do anything bad, but it was better to be completely sure.

“Let’s get going. Maybe later I can come back to paint this.”

Finally, going through the path with the brown leaves there was a dry tree with all its leaves surrounding it. Suddenly, Toriel’s voice reached your ears.

“Oh dear, that took longer than I thought it would.”

She came from the side of the tree, already ringing your phone when she noticed you standing right in front of the entrance. Running to you, she worryingly started examining your body while speaking.

“How did you get here, my child? Are you hurt?”

Noticing your small scratches, she carefully put her hands over the injuries while soothing you.

“There, there, I will heal you. I should not have left you alone for so long. It was irresponsible to try to surprise you like this,”

Toriel exclaimed sheepishly after taking care of your injuries. Suddenly realizing that she blew whatever surprise she was preparing for you, she said embarrassed.

“Well, I suppose I cannot hide it any longer. Come, small one!”

She led you to the entrance to what appears to be a house. There were more brown leaves placed on both sides to the doorway and another shiny thing floating over the leaves at your left. Walking to it you touched it while Chara spoke.

“Seeing such a cute, tidy house in The Ruins fills you with curiosity to explore the inside.”

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Nikhedonia:

The feeling of excitement or elation that comes over you when you anticipate success.

[peytouo]

Mundis (Ch. 4)

Tighnari's body is terribly heavy like he's been frozen for a good month. He tried to open his eyelids and the light stings. "Nn." Ow. Bruised ribs. "Nari? Are you awake? Hold on, I'll call the doctors." A figure quickly stood and pressed something from above his bed. Am I in Bimarstan? No. It's too cold and quiet. Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3

The night just passed and unlike yesterday, Tighnari felt less groggy and a bit more responsive. Am I in bed? What's that beeping sound?

His body is terribly heavy like he's been frozen for a good month. He tried to open his eyelids and the light stings. "Nn." Ow. Bruised ribs. "Nari? Are you awake? Hold on, I'll call the doctors." A figure quickly stood and pressed something from above his bed. Am I in Bimarstan? No. It's too cold and quiet.

"Cy..." Tighnari tried to reach out for him. "I'm here. You're fine." The figure turned out to be Cyno wearing a thick coat and a shirt. We're not in Sumeru. He thought because Cyno is weirdly fully clothed. Sure he wears a big poncho whenever he travels far but, fully clothed from torso to toe.

Several people in white come into the room and Tighnari tries to understand whatever they're talking about but his head is spinning. A woman in white walked to his bedside to check the pole beside his bed. Tighnari's half-open eyes followed her and noticed the pole was holding a bag of liquid and tubes to-- what in the archons is this?

As much as he wanted to move, his body forbade him. It's too heavy and everything is numb. His eyes then turned to the other people in white who were still talking to Cyno and it wasn't long before they left the room and Cyno came to his bedside, gently taking his hand and kissed his knuckles. "Don't move so much now. You're okay. I'm here." Tears were streaming down his cheek. "I am so sorry Nari. This wouldn't have happened if I just handled the situation calmly."

Tighnari lifted his finger to wipe a tear. Why is he crying? I'm sure the wild cats won't be driven off if he calmly asked them to go away. He tried to speak but his throat is too dry that it hurts even if he just moans. 

Still, he tried. "What... happened..." 

"Car crash. I already apprehended the driver who did it. Jail time doesn't fully do him justice for what he did." Cyno bit his lip hard. "Car?" Tighnari can only mutter a few words. "It's kinda irreparable, but it's  okay. I'll get you a new one. It's my fault." Cyno looked apologetic about it, but what's a car? Tighnari slowly shook his head.

"We'll talk about that some other time. You have to rest for now. I'm glad you're finally awake." Cyno pressed his hand on his cheek as he lay his head by his bedside. 

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"The Lesser Lord has found a way to bring you back." Cyno announced the news over breakfast. Tighnari just finished his meal of what appears to look like a granola bar, but it tastes like mushrooms. "Great! When do we go?"

"It should be done at night. Both of you should be asleep for the process to work." Cyno responded as he took a sip of coffee. Collei was about to take a bite but an idea popped in her mind. "OH! We can take you somewhere for a quick trip. Maybe a little something special before you go?" She was getting too excited for this. "Why not? All the walking could knock me out early and that means I'll be back in my body early." Tighnari shrugged at the idea. "Your body should also be asleep. That's why it had to be at night." Cyno sounded like a killjoy to which Collei pouted, not knowing Cyno took notice of it.

"But a trip would be fine. I'll be with you to make sure it's safe." He coughed and Collei's frown immediately turned into a smile. "Yes!" She cheered, "We can take you to Sumeru City or go to Apam Woods with giant trees! Or we can watch the theater perform, but I'm not sure if they a performance today." Her list sounds full and Tighnari chuckled. "Sounds like a plan!" Tighnari smiled at Collei who is too excited for this.

Cyno didn't have a say in it so they quickly finished breakfast and cleaned before they went to their huts to prepare. As this was Tighnari's last day on Teyvat, he neatly placed back the books he read and, "I haven't met you in person, but you did an absolute job with the place. The rangers included." He whispered into thin air, hoping that some magic would deliver his message to the real Tighnari of this world.

"Master? You ready?" Collei peeped in by the door. "Yep!" Tighnari checked if everything's in place. He figured his other self likes it neat and clean, just like him. He joined Collei soon after and they met with Cyno right at the edge of Gandharva Ville. "Let's head to Apam Woods. I have a little business I need to check in Caravan Ribat as well." Tighnari and Collei gave him a nod. Tighnari took a last glance at the beautiful community his other self took care of and they went off.

"Don't you have cars here? Or buses? Damn it's hot and humid out here." Tighnari huffed as he rested on a bench. The three of them just reached VImara Village to cross and reach Apam Woods. "I always wondered why Cyno dressed less," he wiped his sweat, "now I know why." He let out a groan.

"Stay here. I'll be back." Cyno stepped out for a moment and went to a villager's house. Possibly the village chief. "I remember Master wasn't always fond of the heat." Collei handed him a canteen full of water. Tighnari accepted and was refreshed after drinking. "Figured. My fur is too dark and dark colors don't do well with heat. He also has a lot of garments." He fixes his sash and re-arranged the flower pinned near his shoulder.

They took a break at Vimara Village to have lunch. Collei prepared her well-renowned pita pockets for their lunch. In the middle of their meal, Cyno returned now wearing a flowy poncho with a hoodie similar to his usual helmet. "You're gonna wear that in this heat?" Tighnari sounded like he's the one wearing it. "Being the general mahamatra could give us unwanted attention. Ready to go?" He flapped his sleeves and Collei gave him a thumbs up and so they resumed their little adventure.

"It's magical." Tighnari was lost for words. Even magical isn't enough to describe the beauty of what's in front of him. "We're lucky it's not raining. Yet." Collei chuckled. "I've heard legends about the woods are being guarded by the Aranaras. "

"What's that?" Tighnari asked with his eyes still fixed on the view.

"Well, they're kinda like the children of the forest. Some kids told me that they've seen one. Although I haven't seen one myself." The girl sighed.

They then heard a loud scream of a man and a little figure that seems to be running towards them. " PLEASE! SPARE ME. IT WASN'T ME!" A big man was running for his life from out of the woods. "What happe-" Collei cut Tighnari off and went in front of him being defensive. "Treasure hoarder." She muttered enough for Tighnari to comprehend. "A what?"

"S-state your business!" Collei showed authority in front the man who's still panicky like he's seen a ghost. "A scholar! It was him! He paid us to spread the dust! Please! Spare me!" He continued to beg and Collei, still on her guard tried to analyze where his words are coming from. It wasn't long until Cyno appeared in the picture. He walked towards the cowering man. Tighnari was feeling a little uneasy like electricity was in the air. "You've spread toxic concoctions in Avidya Forest and now you'll start harming the woods."

The man quickly got up to his feet and swiftly apprehended Collei. Tighnari got pushed back unable to follow what exactly is happening. "COLLEI!" Cyno shouted. "Hah... So it's this game huh..." The man had his arm wrapped around Collei's neck and held a knife on the other. "NO!" Collei went hysterical as she struggled. "LET ME GO! DON'T TOUCH ME!" She continued to struggle and bit the man's arm which ripped giving her an escape.

"You.. little--" Cyno knocked him out in a second. Powder then scattered everywhere near the man's body. "That smells something like catnip." Tighnari dusted himself off and turned to Cyno who just casted his staff away.

"Hey," he slowly approached Collei who was on curled on her knees. "It's me." He spoke to her as gently as he can. "Everything's okay. You're okay." Collei let out a small sob. "I- I-"

"Shh. You don't have to tell me anything. We can stay here and rest until you're better. I'll be here." Cyno reassured her, showing the gentlest smile. Collei nodded, but didn't move from her position. Tighnari felt relieved that after the sudden situation, everything got cleared up. Until he heard a growl from behind him.

"MASTER!"

The rishboland tiger jumped at Tighnari who tried to shield himself with his arm. Cyno without a split second rushed over to Tighnari, hitting the tiger off from him. His right arms were bleeding from the tiger's claws. Tighnari managed to get up, adrenaline still doing its thing. "Can you move?" Cyno kept his eyes on the tiger. "Y-yeah." Tighnari winced from the sting ringing on his arm. "Is that creature a feline? If so," Tighnari took his sash and wrapped it around his bleeding arm, "it's the powder. That big man had a bag on him and some of it got on me."

"Catnip?" Cyno raised a brow as he glanced at Tighnari who's now on guard. "Yeah. Cats love it. They're addicted to it."

The Rishboland attack near Gandharva Ville.

Putting the pieces together, Cyno took a hold of things. "Collei, can you make it doze off?" He turned to take a quick glance at Collei who's now a bit more back to her senses. "Y-yes!" She got her bow out and aimed at the tiger that's preparing to attack. Infusing her arrow with dendro, Collei fired her shot, landing at the tiger's leg. The feline growled in pain as it fell on the ground. "Very good."

Collei sighed in relief and once the tiger started to doze off, the three of them fled straight to the Bimarstan in Sumeru City. Cyno had both Tighnari and Collei checked if they had suffered any other injuries and had them tend Tighnari's arm.

Tighnari felt eyes on him alot as if they're gossiping about him.

"The lead forest watcher is here?"   "I heard something happened back in Gandharva Ville."   "Shh. The General Mahamatra's looking."

What's with the noise? Is 'Tighnari ' such a big name for them to gossip?

Collei approached him, bringing him back from his thoughts. "Is it getting a bit noisy for you? Master doesn't often go to Sumeru City because his ears would hurt from too much noise." She chuckled apologetically. "Ahaha. Yeah, it is getting a bit noisy in here." He grinned back at her. "It's almost night time. The city's a little bit more quiet now. Wanna take a stroll? You know, before you go back home." Her eyes were facing down.

"Of course! We only just rested and no way am I going to miss the main city before I go back." Tighnari felt that Collei was starting to feel down since their little adventure was about to end. They both got out of Bimarstan and Cyno was out of sight. "Where's Cyno?"

"He told me he went to the Sanctuary of Sur- Hmm... Surasthana?" She scratched her head. "He said he'll meet us near the Akademiya afterwards so you can meet the dendro archon." "Then I'll be able to go home." Tighnari muttered to himself.

Wait for me, Cyno.

Note: Heellooo. Apparently I can't squeeze everything into 1 chapter. Last chapter is rlly rlly the last. :'D

[monsterfuneral]

sparks in the rain | ch. 3

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Coming Soon

Relationship: Poly!Bill and Ted x Fem!Reader

Summary: A malfunction with the booth lands Bill and Ted into the most peculiar situation they’ve been in, stuck in the year 2021 standing in front of a woman they never thought they’d meet.

Words: 1.2

Warnings/Tags: Cursing, mentions of cheating (not on BNT’s part don’t worry), mentions of celebrity break downs, they’re having a good time :)

Author’s Note: Did I give the reader my dream apartment? Of course I did, you’re welcome. If you see any mistakes, no you didn’t

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(please read my “I do NOT write” section before sending in anything <3)

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Both boys sat on the couch, shoes off, facing each other with their legs crossed as they looked around the rest of your apartment. It wasn’t messy persay, but it definitely had its own charm to it. There were various posters hung up on the walls, a black Kit-Cat clock, some streamers hanging from the ceiling, Ted guessed from a party. Red and pink beaded curtains shaped like hearts lead into the hallway that was lit up by a lava lamp that had a black base and pink and orange paraffin wax blobs moving slowly about inside the glass. There was a wreath with mushrooms on it hanging on the door, and a vase full of dying blue carnations that sat next to the heart shaped key dish on a small table. The kitchen was probably the most normal thing in your apartment, the walls held no decorations aside from a vintage looking Halloween themed calendar that was pinned on October, the rest of the kitchen was plain white with tan counters. 

Bill’s gaze was fixated on what they both assumed to be the TV, his brows furrowed as he got up from the couch in order to inspect it closer. He peered behind the TV before looking at Ted with his eyes slightly widened, as if shocked by his discovery. 

“Dude this TV totally doesn’t have an ass like mine does at home.” Bill said in slight amazement, catching the quiet laugh that filtered from the kitchen. “Are they all like this?” He asked their host who was now leaning against the entryway to her kitchen, her fingers gently wringing a black dish towel.

She hummed, considered his question before shaking her head and saying “I mean not all of them are like that, there are plenty of people who still have those heavy ass TVs.” She walked a little closer, leaning her hands on the back of the couch on the opposite side from where Ted still sat cross legged “My roommate and I were just lucky, her mom gave it to us when we moved together. She got a bigger one for her own living room and did need that one anymore.” 

Ted’s own eyes widened “Bigger?” 

“Yeah you’re telling me these things get even bigger?” Bill finished off Ted’s thought, having the same question already formed in his head. 

It was kind of charming, if not a little surprising that they didn’t already know this. Given they were time travelers and could easily go to any time period they wanted. You pushed yourself away from the back of the couch, backing away a few steps while shrugging and saying “If you didn’t know about that then I for sure have some things you guys will find interesting.” you peaked into the kitchen “But we can talk about that after we get our hot chocolate.” 

The two of them excitedly followed after you, watching as you opened one of the cabinets right next to the fridge. Almost the entirety of the cabinet was filled with different mugs. Some were plain, normal looking mugs. While the majority of mugs were obscure shapes and designs or merchandise of some kind whether for movies, shows, or even bands, it seemed like you had it all. 

“Pick whichever one you want.” 

“Oh man I don’t know how I’ll choose.” Bill muttered, moving closer with Ted who gently placed a hand against the blonde’s lower back for a few seconds as he moved closer in order to see the mugs better.

After standing around in the kitchen for fifteen minutes while they sorted through your mugs, you finally were able to go back to the living room. You kicked one of the tie-dye bean bags further away from the sofa so you could sit on it and still see the two of them better. Both boys took their spots back on the couch, Ted sitting criss-cross and holding your favorite Scream mug close to his chest. Bill sat with his back against the arm of the couch with a Spiderman head mug. He was facing the both of you with one leg propped up on the cushions, his foot pushing against Ted’s thigh and the other leg hanging off the couch.

The three of you had been sitting in the living room for a while now. The rain was pouring even harder outside but none of you cared. You shared stories back and forth, telling them how you knew who they were, which brought up the conversation as to why they kept calling you Armageddon Lady when they first saw you. 

“So… You’re telling me that in your universe I’m some really famous actress named Susie Cooper?” You tried to summarize the information both boys gave you, watching them nod excitedly before Ted said,

“Yeah basically! Except in our universe she’s, like, thirty eight.” 

“And she has a felony.” Bill added. “Unless you have a felony too, then I guess you have that in common.” 

“What?! No, I don’t have a- holy shit was not expecting that… I can’t believe she...” You let out a shocked laugh, leaning forward over your crossed legs “Wait what did she do though?” 

“Vandalism.” Ted was quick to answer “The princesses told us about it when it happened, they’re really into all the celebrity gossip stuff.” He smiled softly, looking down at the now empty mug that he still cradled in his hands, tracing the rim with his thumb. “Susie was dating this really famous drummer dude for a few years.” 

“But caught him cheating with some lady reporter.” Bill chimed.

“Yeah, so Susie had this really big freak out, showed up at one of their tour shows and totally trashed their tour bus.” Ted frowned slightly before continuing “I mean, I think the guy deserved it. Cheating is one of the most heinous things you could do to any babe.” 

Bill nodded, adding “Let alone Susie Cooper.” before taking his final drink from his mug.

“Jeez, and didn’t you say she was a child star too? Poor lady’s been through it.” 

“Yeah I’ll say.” They both agreed simultaneously, their responses meshing together. 

Ted couldn’t help but admire how well you were taking this, after the initial shock of it all, you seemed to be fine now. He could now see how truly different you were from Susie Cooper and any other character she played, you were unique to yourself, and that much was obvious with how you carried yourself. He felt more curious about you and who you were with every word you said, any gesture you made, or how you could easily joke with the both of them. Ted couldn’t help but feel drawn in by you. 

But he also knew that eventually they would have to leave, and oddly enough he feared that they wouldn’t be able to find their way back. Not ready to let this already blossoming friendship be discarded completely. So when it was time for them to leave, they had to figure out a way to come back, not wanting to just up and leave after you had been kind enough to give them shelter when you could have just easily left them in the rain to freeze. No, Ted couldn’t do that to you, and he knew Bill would feel the same.