#cloud duo

[vibesoda]

promises.

[hbghq]

yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: yours is the darkness of my soul’s return –you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars —E.E. Cummings

[sylvs0l]

“You’d turn on me after all we’ve been through?”

[autism-autobot]

SWK: *playing with his cloud* Who's the goodest cloudy baby? You are! Yes, you are!

Cloud: *yip* *yip* *bark*

MK: Wow, he really likes that, doesn't he?

SWK: Actually, bud, the cloud is an it/they.

MK: Really? How can you tell?

SWK: ...

SWK: It's a cloud...

SWK: Clouds don't... have gender.

MK: ... oh.

[icara-mack]

@sixteenth-day-event prompt - techno and dream - moon

don’t normally do myct but the nostalgia been hitting me hard, also have never draw c!rivalsduo, so thank you for the cool prompt ! It was super fun <3

[cloudwritesblockblorbos]

together / perfect: a scarian drabble!

romantic shipping! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Just like Third Life!”

And just like this, the world slows down; and it’s only Grian and Scar again, just like it used to be. Just like maybe it always would be.

The cherry trees are gone and Grian thinks the faint breeze smells like desert flowers, blooming in the heat. 

Laughter, the sound of bells, lilacs and poppies blooming at their doorstep. Sharpening blades, the sun making Scar glow, beautiful in the evening light. 

He’s the same as he ever was; crooked smile, bright green eyes sparkling with a half-spoken joke, calloused hands reaching for Grian, to forgive him, always, over and over again. Forever.

Grian and Scar. Scar and Grian. Grian and Scar. They go together like everything good and everything dastardly; nobody’s perfect, but Grian thinks Scar might be close.

He ignores Scar’s outreached hand, ducking underneath it to hug him. Holding him close again. It’s him, underneath that stupid Bamboozlers suit, it’s Scar. 

Scar hugs him back, of course, and they fit together like two puzzle pieces finally reunited. Grian rests his head on Scar’s chest and thinks about the three freckles on his collarbone, like a constellation. It could be that nobody else has seen them, that nobody else has kissed him in the cold night air, whispered confessions and laughter and I couldn’t bear to lose you. 

“I missed you,” Grian mumbles, almost against his will, enraptured by him; the universe of Scar that was his once more. 

Scar pulls him impossibly close, and they hold each other like they never needed anyone else. Because maybe they never did.

“I missed you too, G.” 

[renasy]

| FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH | Demo.

"Nice work."

[cloudrumble23]

Puppet girl wanted her to get to know the other ghosts in the pizzeria. To help her "adjust." To prevent corruption from taking over her soul.

Well fine. Cassidy could do that, even feeling the rage boiling under her skin as she considered the thought of anything other than plotting her revenge on their killer. Did the puppet even care? Probably not.

Still, Cassidy could handle it. She could make friends with that quiet kid who never left the suit. Puppet girl hadn't even had a chance to have a conversation with him yet since she was too busy babysitting everybody else to prevent them from corrupting.

The golden suit was crammed far back in the corner anyway. Nobody really seemed to acknowledge it, and Cassidy knew that the puppet girl only knew about it because she'd put Cassidy's soul there. Unintentional companionship, Cassidy thought to herself, squatting down in front of the suit to examine the eyes.

Sometimes there was a faint pinprick of light when she did this. Other times, there wasn't hardly anything to spot. Today was a bad day. She squinted intently, trying to make out the spot of light that she knew was there constantly, but there was no sign.

Resigning herself to actually talking to this kid was maybe not a good idea. He was hard enough to communicate with on a good day, and today was definitely not one of those. Still, Cassidy dove straight into the suit, knowing she'd have to go deep to find the quiet kid who shared the suit with her.

"Are you down here?" Cassidy called, looking around the eerily red space. "Hello?"

She heard a faint sob in response and hurried over to it, seeing him curled up in a ball on the weirdly colored grass.

"Okay," Cassidy sighed, pulling him upright. "What's the deal?"

The boy had his face buried in his hands still, something that continually frustrated Cassidy. They'd encountered each other briefly before, and he never tended to speak. She knew there was the lingering mark of death on his face, a flag of red spilling down an otherwise monochrome appearance.

In life, Cassidy might've even said he was cute, but she didn't have time for such things anymore.

Her fingers looped around his wrists as she adjusted herself to sit in front of him. "Look, I'm not typically the pushy type, but you're the person I know best out of anybody here, and I'm supposed to be making friends so that I don't get corrupted or whatever. Which means you gotta deal with me."

He didn't respond, even as she managed to peel his hands away from his face, revealing thick, oily tears that spilled all the way down his face and coated his hands. Corruption, Cassidy thought suddenly, a chill running through her.

"Okay..." Cassidy exhaled slowly as he peered at her through his eyelashes, briefly distracted from his emotional turmoil.

She swiped at the substance, hoping it was easy to remove, but she ended up smearing it across his face more. "Umm, oops?"

He only blinked at her, seemingly unbothered by the mess.

"Look, I gotta be honest here. This is way out of my range of knowing what I'm doing. And uh... puppet girl says corruption is bad." Cassidy gestured at their hands, coated in corrupted something or other. "And this stuff looks like corruption."

"Oh," the boy answered softly. He glanced at his hands and then at hers. "I'm sorry."

"What? No, you don't need to apologize. We just need to-" Cassidy took a deep breath, something she wished was still helpful. "Okay, why were you crying?"

The boy's mouth thinned, trembling slightly.

"Never mind," Cassidy said quickly. "Could you tell me your name?"

"I... I guess..." he replied, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm... Evan..."

"Okay, Evan." Cassidy tried to smile at him. "I'm Cassidy. I possess Golden Freddy."

"That's not his name," Evan said immediately, his mouth turning down in a frown. Something flickered in his eyes, a memory of some kind. "His name is Fredbear."

"Uh huh." Cassidy didn't know what to make of that. She really did need to talk to the others, didn't she? Clearly, there were many things she didn't know. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that. I just kinda gave him a nickname, I guess."

"It's alright." Evan clasped his hands together in his lap. "That's a lot of blood."

"Oh, yeah..." Cassidy looked down at her torso, still unimpressed with the fact that the bloodstains had carried through with her death. "It's a symptom of death, I guess."

"Do I... Do I have one of those?" Evan asked, his mouth creasing in worry. "Is it on my face?" His voice seemed to get higher with every realization.

"I-" Cassidy didn't know how to respond as he crumbled into tears again. "Yes? I mean, we all have those. It's okay, don't cry."

Her reassurance didn't seem to get through to him.

"Hey," Cassidy pulled him into an awkward hug, making him tumble half into her lap. "It's not a big deal. Even puppet girl has some bloody marks on her face too. And her neck."

Evan hiccuped. "Really?"

"Yeah, it's something we all deal with. I mean, it still sucks because that's so invasive to just know how other people died, but-"

"At least we're all in it together?" Evan asked, the tears spilling from his eyes no longer dark and inky.

"Yeah." Cassidy tried to smile at him. "We've still all got some stuff we can keep private though, like what we were like when we were alive, but as far as dying and our killer go, we got stuff in common."

"Our killer?" Evan seemed horrified. "He killed other people? Besides me?"

"Yeah? He killed all of us," Cassidy's mouth twitched. "Did you not assume that?"

"I thought it was an accident. He said he was sorry and that it was an accident," Evan started muttering to himself, hyperventilating.

"Okay, I think you need to calm down a little bit-"

"Calm down? We're dead because of him!" Evan's eyes flashed, and the hysteria in his voice increasing as he spoke. "He lied to me!"

The black inky substance was leaking from his eyes again.

"Evan, we all had that feeling of hopelessness that you're feeling right now, and I know it hurts, but please. You'll be corrupted if you don't calm down!" Cassidy felt pressure rising behind her own eyes as she spoke. The threat seemed much more likely now that she was witnessing it happen.

Evan shuddered in her arms as she tried yet again to wipe away the tears. "I'm so bad at this," she said to herself as she continued to make it worse.

"Join the club," Evan whispered, gripping his elbows with what would've been bruising force in life. "I can't ever seem to get anything right, either."

"It looks like I made a finger painting on your face," Cassidy admitted, wrinkling her nose.

Evan huffed out a small laugh. "Probably an improvement to how I looked before."

"Nah, I think you're cute, but I made it worse." Cassidy scoffed.

Evan froze. "You... what?"

"I made it worse?" Cassidy answered with a questioning tone. "Like, I made you cry a bunch, and then I smeared it all over."

"Oh, right. Yeah, that makes sense." Evan shook himself out of something.

"Did you always used to cry this much?" Cassidy asked, suddenly curious. She'd never heard him talk so much, and he was going to probably never do this again.

"Always," Evan said regretfully. "My family hated it. Mikey and Lizzie said I was the crybaby of the family, and they were right. It was so stupid. Mikey told me to 'man up' all the time and be a better older brother to Lizzie, but I just..."

"Your brother sounds like a jerk," Cassidy said.

"He's worse than a jerk, since he killed all of us," Evan huffed, peering up at Cassidy's face.

"Wait, what?" Cassidy frowned, suddenly confused. "Jeez, how long ago did you die?"

"Like... four years ago?" Evan answered, sitting up.

"But..." Cassidy was even more confused. "You seem too young to have died so recently. Like, your brother is a full-grown adult."

"No he isn't." Evan's face wrinkled up. "He was only fourteen when I died, so he wouldn't be older than eighteen right now."

"That makes no sense." Cassidy replied, shaking her head. "I died two years ago, and he killed me while wearing that stupid yellow bunny suit."

"Rabbit suit?" Evan echoed. "No, that wouldn't be Mikey. Mikey hated Spring Bonnie. Father kept trying to convince him to have more interest in the animatronics, but Mikey only cared about Foxy."

"Then..." Cassidy's throat tightened. "We weren't killed by the same person. We couldn't have been, not if you were killed by your brother."

"You were killed by my father," Evan told her, his face twisted in a different kind of sorrow.

He's trying to tell me without making me cry, Cassidy realized. How could anyone end his life like that? Evan was too sweet for his own good, and clearly some people hadn't appreciated him the way they should have.

"How do you know that?"

"He never let anyone else wear that suit, Cassidy. Not unless something changed after I died."

"Oh..." Cassidy didn't know how to feel about that. "So, your brother killed you, huh?"

"It was an accident." Evan stood up. "I don't..."

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Cassidy said quickly. "I was just curious."

Cassidy stood up and glanced around a bit. "Do you ever wonder why everything down here is red?"

"Sometimes," Evan shrugged. "I don't see anything in any other color anyway."

"You... don't?"

"No."

"Have you ever left the suit?" Cassidy asked. "I only ever see you down here."

"I didn't know I could leave." Evan blinked at her.

"Come with me." Cassidy said suddenly. "You have actually been living under a rock, for real. Come see where we are."

"Oh. Okay..." Evan reluctantly followed Cassidy as she made her way out of the suit and back into the real world.

"So, this is Parts and Service." Cassidy gestured at the grungy room filled with broken animatronics.

"Who is this?" Evan asked softly, having walked away from Fredbear to trace a line down Foxy's snout.

"That's Foxy," Cassidy answered, coming to stand by his side. "Fritz doesn't tend to hang out around the suit much, not during the day anyway."

"Wow," Evan said, his voice wavering. "They actually made them all into animatronics?"

"Yeah, there's Freddy, and Foxy, and Bonnie, and Chica. They're a bit rusted out, and now they're just used for parts, but..." Cassidy shrugged. "I mean, the kids go around and have fun during the day, pretending to still be alive."

"You say that like you don't," Evan turned to her, clear tears running down his face. Does he ever stop crying? Cassidy wondered.

"I don't tend to join in. I'm a bit too aggressive for the things they like to do."

"What do you like to do, then?" Evan asked, his hand still resting gently on Foxy's head.

"I don't know. I just don't feel like playing anymore. I don't feel like pretending to be alive when I know we were all murdered, you know?"

"I guess..." Evan blinked. "What if you could help kids who were still alive?"

"Help how?"

"I don't know. Cheer them up when they're down or something, I guess. Like you did with me."

"I wouldn't say I cheered you up," Cassidy scoffed. "You're still crying."

"These are good tears," Evan replied.

"Well, I don't think that would work, in any case. Nobody can see or hear us."

"They can't?" Evan sounded disappointed. "Well, that's..."

"They can see the suits moving, at least," Cassidy offered. "It's just that you can't really communicate, and I've only ever used the suits to scare the security guards."

Evan stroked the fake fur on Foxy's head, not seeming to really be listening anymore. His shoulders drooped and the tears were darkening again.

"Hey, what's up?" Cassidy asked, finding herself reaching for Evan's face yet again to clear up the corrupted tears.

"It's nothing."

"Clearly that's not true," Cassidy pointed out, holding her inky hand in front of Evan's face. "Tell me what's going on."

"I want to see my family again. I guess I was just hoping that I could tell my brother that I forgive him and miss him and-" Evan cut himself off with another sob. "It's stupid."

"It's not stupid," Cassidy replied stubbornly. "I bet we can find a way."

"What if he doesn't even come here, Cassidy? What if he-"

"Foxy's his favorite, you said, right? Well, if that's true, we need to find a way to get him back in commission so your brother comes back. And then we can try to find a way to get communication between you two again."

"Why are you helping me?" Evan asked. He looked so silly with his face all squished like this, but Cassidy couldn't help it.

"Because I'd like to do something good for once," Cassidy whispered. "And I think it'd be nice to see you smile."

"Oh," Evan answered as Cassidy stretched his cheeks up to force his mouth into a makeshift smile. "Hey, stop it!"

Cassidy laughed. "Make me."

Evan swatted at her hand, a short huff of laughter escaping his mouth. "I can't!"

"Then you're stuck! Oh no, how terrible it is to smile again!" Cassidy grinned in his face, finally relenting in time to see him naturally smiling.

He giggled. "You're ridiculous, Cassidy."

And you're adorable, Cassidy thought fondly, surprised by the sudden protective urge that washed over her. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I dunno. Depends on if you're ticklish or not," Evan replied, the silver of his eyes gleaming menacingly as he dug his fingers into his sides.

Cassidy gasped, surprised that the same jolt of nerves she'd always felt when she was alive was still possible as a ghost. "Hey!" She laughed, even as she crumpled forward, tucked into Evan's shirt as she continued to struggle.

"You want to know the best part about this?" Evan asked, grinning down at her. "I don't even have to stop."

He was right, Cassidy realized. She was laughing so hard she couldn't draw breath, but since they were dead, it didn't make a difference. It's crazy how much joy there still is, even after dying, she thought, still struggling to squirm free.

Maybe the puppet girl had been right after all. Cassidy just needed to make some friends.

Or a friend, she thought looking up at the laughing boy who shared the suit with her.

There was still joy after death.

Especially with Evan around.

Thank you to @pixlokita for this adorable piece of fanart for this, by the way!

[quirinah]

i! ro! ha! (six years edition)

[estro-gem]

Two types of friends

Yeah... Depends on the day

Oasis: TADC AU list

Masterlist

[rarilight]

I am also very stoked for the Spike & Dash arc of TEra because Dash is such a bro for Spike, Spike is having to go through BS because of [REDACTED] and the entire time Rainbow, who is not required to go through [REDACTED] with him does it anyway because, “I WOULD,,,, DIE FOR U BRO,,,, ITS YOU AND ME FOREVER,,,,,, I RESPECT U,,,, UR MY BRO,,,,”

[vibesoda]

take me to war, honey, i dare you.

[hbghq]

im redrawing my cloudduo dance piece. prepare.

[endlessrailroad]

⋉ Desert Duo / Trafficlife stimboard for the @sleepy-3dits spinner challenge!

With only slimes!

💰💧💰|💧💰💧|💰💧💰 . (spin proof)

[autism-autobot]

Flower of a Poisonous Seed Story Facts!

Will be called FloaPS Facts!

Wukong carries his blanket everywhere with him now.

Nezha can tell when Wukong's pretending he's fine but really isn't. (Most people can't tell when Wukong is having a bad day)

Nezha found out that Wukong loves flowers and gets them whenever possible.

Spicynoodles and Freenoodles are canon in FloaPS

Red Son still doesn't know what happened between MK and his uncle Wukong.

MK seemed angry and quite nearly lashed out at him when asked, and Wukong just stared into the distance like he was having flashbacks and started crying. Red Son never asked either of them again.

MK and the rest of the crew don't know Wukong is sick. What they do know is that Wukong's house is covered in blood, smashed in picture frames, origami dragons, and drawings of various flowers.

Nezha was never able to fully wash the blood out of Wukong's house, and he stopped trying. Wukong didn't like seeing his house in such a state as it triggered him further. They've stayed at Nezha's house since then.

DBK carries Wukong around in a swaddled blanket. Even when Wukong could still walk on his own unhelped, he still did this.

Macaque hasn't seen Wukong's house yet, but noticed Wukong's heartbeat hasn't been at his house in a long time, and it concerns him.

MK didn't tell Red Son about Wukong's house because he didn't want Red Son or his family to worry about him.

Nezha has a list of planned babysitters for Wukong: 1. DBK + fam 2. Erlang Shen 3. Xiaotian Quan (Erlang's dog, who is very capable) 4. LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE 5. Li Jing

Most of heaven is aware that Wukong is sick. Some people don't care, others gossip about it, and some leave "get well soon" gifts for him, i.e., medicine, blankets, balloons, flowers, food (not peaches, not again), etc.

The initial reason Nezha didn't immediately take Wukong to a doctor is that hardly anyone in the medical field knows anything about stone monkeys.

Wukong's first pica incident left him without three of his limbs (arms and a leg), they grew back.

Nezha sometimes cries himself to sleep after Wukong has an incident and is asleep himself. Wukong doesn't know this.

DBK + fam aren't much better off, they worry too, but they're able to comfort each other.

Sometimes, Wukong gets overwhelmed and overstimulated and gets very quiet. Nezha has learned that quiet is rarely a good thing when it comes to Wukong.

Wukong likes to cuddle the closest person he's comfortable with when he's overstimulated. He'll smell their scent and get comforted by it.

Red Son once caught Wukong sniffing his hair and thought he just liked his conditioner. Wukong was just trying not to have a meltdown.

Wukong's only had a meltdown once since getting sick, and it caused him to be bedridden for a few days afterward.

Macaque can't hear Wukong's heartbeat when he's in heaven.

Wukong's favorite mobility aid is his cloud (which he also considers a pet), but it comes and goes as it pleases. He doesn't want to guilt-trip his cloud into staying with him 24-7.

@swkbiggestdefender @starrclown! @ainnur

Part 2

Masterpost

[kruspp]

NO ONE TOUCH ME!!!!

JAMES GUNN JUST ANNOUCED A DICK GRAYSON AND JASON TODD ANIMATED MOVIE???? HOLY SHIT OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD

THIS IS MY DREAM MOVIE WTF!!!

I WIN!!!