#eeee purple

[jazzeria]

Feeling very pleased with how this belated-birthday cake turned out!  

Dutched chocolate cake with balsamic-berry filling for a (maybe pastel-) goth birthday 💜🖤

I’ve been trying to perfect my blackberry chocolate cake, but since it’s so labour-intensive, I normally don’t make double-layer buttercream cakes more than once a year.  So the going’s been slow.  

Blackberry jams are typically very seedy, which isn’t ideal for a cake.  I bought a seedless blackberry jam, but it turned out to be thick and pectiny: you can slice it.  I happened to have some mulberry jam, so I thought that combining the two might make solve this texture issue.  I heated a mixture of both jams on the stovetop, but the pectiny jelly just wasn’t breaking down, so I used an immersion blender.  The mulberries have a woody stem which also makes for an unpleasant texture.  The blender didn’t break these down well.  

The mulberry jam was also very sweet!  So to cut the sweetness I added balsamic vinegar and a splash of lemon juice.  

The resulting mixture had a good flavour, but a pulpy texture.  It didn’t “drizzle” well.  Heating it up to make it more runny was a bad idea: it melted the buttercream.  

In the future I might try doing this instead: 

purple buttercream all over

dark ganache drizzle around the edges 

pipe a decorative buttercream border along the top 

fill the interior of the buttercream border with the fruit mixture 

[anonymouscheeses]

I just want them to be absolutely head over heels with eachother. No one sided simping in my hazbin hotel!

[dailyg3]

Daily G3 My Little Pony is: Triple Treat! ♡

[spoiledmilks]

“Sway with me~”

[gi0shiika]

will! :]

[xeneric-shrooms]

Oh yeah baby sandsurge prices dropped 😎

The moment i saw that fog's accent colour for arowana was green i had to buy it

[tangledcharms]

OH this has left me intrigued!!! i wonder what the lady had in mind when she asked about dreams......and the whole story and a half regarding the purple beads....

thank you so much for writing this!!!

Broken Bracelet

I pulled out my sleeve. The bracelet I was wearing only hung by a thread; and any previous hold it had suddenly collapsed on the table with a sudden thud. Those twinkling purple beads, they wobbled back and forth as I tried to piece the thread back together, but I couldn't make a knot small yet tight enough to hold it.

Frantically keeping everything at hand, I tried to remember how the beads came together--amethyst, citrine, silver? Or citrine, amethyst, silver? Gritting my teeth, I tried to clench the bracelet in my hand, when a woman came over and snickered.

"Why are you trying to save a bracelet?" She asked, and I frowned.

"I'm sorry--I've had it for several years now. It was a gift from my mom, who received it from a friend...it's a whole story and a half."

"I like stories," she muttered, tracing over the larger beads with her fingers. Her nails protruded out of them like scarlet claws; I found myself observing the lights reflecting on them like wavering beams. "But I don't have the courage to write them."

"Strange," I said, "you look like you could be an author of sorts!"

She dropped the bead, and I almost tripped on a chair to snatch it before it shattered. When I glanced up at her face again, something hardened, as if an arrow came at her eye and she had to pretend to be stoic so it wouldn't know her fear. I bit my lip.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing--I was thinking, when did you have a dream come true?" She asked, though her otherwise cool composure exposed a little bit of lightness in her voice, and her lip began to tremble.

I sat on the floor, holding my knees as a child would, waiting for her to kneel down and grasp my hand. Something about the question haunted me, as if it caught into a heartstring and made it ache with an abnormal strength, that I couldn't let go of.

"It's been a while; I went to great lengths to get to my dream college, and here I am!"

And then she left with a whiff of perfume following her. I marveled at her form as she disappeared, then I went back to my bracelet. How could this be a new dream?

To my #secretvalentine, I hope you get a little bit of imagination from this one!

@writeblrcafe

[marwhoa]

request: hi hil! I read your work and it was amazing! I was hoping you would write the rise boys with a vigilante s/o? (Gn) but the boys don't know that yet and one day s/o is fighting the foot or someone, you decide, then their turtle bf shows up and helps them. S/o forgot they were in costume for a minute before running to their turtle in shining shell and kissing them, so it turns into a whole thing and s/o unmasks themself, how do the boys react??

🝮 “ violet virus ”

rise!donnie x vigilante!g/n

author’s note: eeee !! Gosh I’ve been meaning to post for months, but multiple x readers always stump me. I like making each a completely different story, and sometimes that ends up with me writing waaaay too much. So! I separated this one into a solo. Raph Mikey and Leo will be their own post since I imagine they’ll be much shorter… unless I’m a little freak again and write too much 😭😭. Sheldon’s speech will be the same color as Donnie’s but in italics :))

word count: 4.5k

“ I don’t understand why you won’t disclose this information, Shelldon. ”

Grumbles the turtle clad in purple as he sits on the floor of his lab. Tools are strewn around within reaching distance, framing him, Shelldon, and the computer plugged into the robot boy. The screen displayed a long history of access points to Shelldon’s database—none of which Donnie had the clearance for.

Odd.

A little sigh plays from the little bot’s speakers as his digital eyes shift elsewhere.

“ The information you seek is, like, confidential, dude! ”

“ Whuh—not only are you keeping secrets from your father, but you would even ‘dude’ your own father?! Poppycock! ”

Frustrated, Donnie throws his hands in the air, eyes fixated on the display screen. Error sounds growled through the computer’s speakers each time his program attempted to break through its encryption.

Just who could write an encryption code that could thwart even Donnie?

“ It just makes no sense. As not only your father but also creator, I should have complete access to any and all of your databases. Is this a rebellious development, update 1.2?! ”

Shelldon rolls over, groaning out in annoyance. He couldn’t just flat-out tell him, “ oh papà! you mustn’t worry, i am only hiding the identity of a certain vigilante you’ve yet to encounter! “, no, no, that would be absurd.

That would be a betrayal to you, Donnie’s kindhearted significant other who just couldn’t stand for the Purple Dragons’ treatment towards your dearest darling dear. I mean, what partner would stand on the sidelines as a measly cheerleader in the face of someone daring to disrespect YOUR boyfriend? Quite literally the smartest man alive (probably)?

It didn’t help your case that you were pretty powerless, aside from some scrounged-up determination, a pinch of courage, and a heavy dosage of computer expertise. Nothing up to par with Donnie, but it was remarkable by human’s standards. Combine that with the help of a sentient robot named Shelldon, and you were a force to stand on equal footing with that malicious group of super-nerd-punks.

Watching Donnie writhe with frustration, Shelldon can’t help but hope his walls were stronger than his father’s.

“ Maybe it’s nothing to worry about, bro, let’s just—“

“ Nothing to worry about—/nothing to worry about/— oh, it’s nothing to worry about, he says! “

A ding resonating from Shelldon draws Donnie’s attention for a second. His frustration churns, flashing into curiosity. It seems as though some sort of distress message has came through, but with a chime unlike what he’s programmed. Donnie drops his head with a laughter akin to a parent reaching their breaking point.

“ Oh-ho-ho, dear son of mine, ”

Mouth open, ready to retort with a snarky tone, Donnie raises his head up but holds his tongue at the sight.

An uncharacteristic silence blankets the robot-boy. Shelldon’s eyes begin to flicker until they beam with deep, velvety-purple hue.

Donnie flinches, shielding his eyes from the bright LEDs as he pointed and snapped his fingers.

“ AH-HAH! See, I knew it. This IS a problem! ”

Shelldon rises to his feet and turns robotically before then breaking into a brisk sprint. The cord plugged into him snatches the laptop a few feet before it ultimately yanks from Shelldon’s socket. Before Donnie could call him to return, his son shifts to quite literally propelling himself out of the lair from the rocket launchers in his feet.

Coughing and waving away the residual smoke, Donnie squints at Shelldon’s rapidly disappearing silhouette. He groans exasperatedly as his hands pull at nonexistent hair.

“ Damn it, I knew he wasn’t old enough to have those installed, Shelldon!! ”

Grabbing his tech-bo, Donnie wasted no time in following right after him.

——-

While your poor partner-in-crime found himself under his father’s interrogation, you are none-the-wiser as your fingers skirt across a keyboard. Your purple gloves whir quietly as they accelerate the computer’s performance—the faster you get out, the better. The display’s light shone on your outfit, one befitting a vigilante’s need for secrecy. Your hair was held back by a bandana while your face was obscured by a half-mask from the bridge of your nose to your jaw. A pair of glasses rested upon it with a little purple ‘ D ‘ logo in the corner.

A long sleeve turtle neck covered your arms and torso with angular purple lines following the underside of your arms and down your sides, tucked into a pair of sweatpants with a drawstring waist. The pants tucked into a sturdy pair of boots, all matching with black and purple. If the light caught you in the right way though, then the faintest detail of smaller purple embellishment akin to the lines running along a modem board would shimmer.

That was a detail you were most proud of, albeit purely cosmetic.

But never mind that, you manage to squirrel your way into a hub room of sorts with large metal cabinets filled to the brim with wirings, likely powering the entire lair. The floor occasionally lit up with the rush of purple LED lights pulsing through thin indents on the floor. You didn’t know what information they carried or to where, but that was not your current concern.

“ Alright, Dragons, what are you looking for with the OKE YX23 system’s blueprints… ”

You whisper to yourself. As streams of data rapidly scroll across the screens, you soak it all up through a pair of modified glasses. They accelerate your comprehension and store databases chock full of what you saw in seconds. It was a neat gadget born of your own genius, albeit with just a bit of help from your beloved Donnie.

“ Supersuits? Why super… ”

Squinting, you slow your feverish typing pace and pinch your fingers on the projected hologram to zoom in and section off a few documents. Blueprints upon blueprints flood your senses, designs for all types of suits, each fully equipped for specific situations calling for varying levels of strength, agility, dexterity, and more. A few documents even detail their uses, discussing ideal fantasies of potential war use.

“ No… No way! This is.. I have to send all this data over to Shelldon. ”

Removing your glasses, you tap the shell icon at the top corner of the left lens to send it all to your partner in crime, Shelldon. As a low chime resonates from the glasses, confirming a successful message delivered, you stare at the purple D logo. Your thumb strokes it fondly as you purse your lips in contemplation.

“ Once I’m done with these dragons, maybe… Maybe it’s time to tell him who I am.. ”

You idle for a moment, your free hand balling in and out of a fist beside you. Wracking your head for answers, your thumb began to stroke the pad of your folded index finger as a sort of grounding measure.

“ … For now, I’ll put a pin in that, I need to figure out how to get out of here. ”

As you shift away from the computer to head out, a loud clanging of the door being forced shut in front of you was enough to set off alarms in your head. Paling, you click your boot’s heel against the cold metal floor a few times. There, you had planted one of your small gadgets to allow quick and easy hacking. It was an attempt to connect and override the system to get the door open, but as you’re met with nothing save for the soft thuds of your foot, a heavy pressure weighs on your chest.

They must have found you out. How long have they known you were here?

Goosebumps scurry along your arm as you look over your shoulder for the compressed hiss of doors mechanically sliding open. Previously hidden doors pulled apart to reveal a hidden hallway and a bot stepping through, its digital gaze settled on you while its heavy footfalls shook the room.

“ Ohhhh noooo… ”

Dragging out the syllables, the blueprints you just saw on the screen were currently whirring to life before you. At the sound of a grating, familiar cackle playing through the contraption’s speakers, your blood chills.

Not good.

“ Looks like a rat slipped through the cracks. ”

You could recognize her voice anywhere. What’s your escape route now? Have they closed all of them off? God, you did not prepare for a fight today—that was NOT on the itinerary!

“ Perfect opportunity to see what these puppies can do though. ”

Fully facing the super-suit occupied by Kendra, you take a hesitant step back as your eyes scan the room. They land on a rather ordinary looking door on your far left, equidistant to you both. The chance to get some distance is all too tempting.

Unfortunately, just as your foot raises to break into a bolt, an “ ah, ah, ah~ ” taunts through the mech’s speaker as it sends a projectile whisking past you with a high pitched pachoo! The object sparks against the wall it strikes and ignites instantly. You can’t help the spike in fear shooting through you internally as the blast destroys part of the room and sends debris flying.

With barely a chance to gather your bearings, your gaze raises helplessly as the bulky suit Kendra was operating closed the gap between you both and slammed a heavy fist towards you. It strikes the ground with a heavy THUMP, leaving a dent that was barely off enough to feel comfortable. You raise your hand to the purple logo on your glasses that sends an S.O.S. distress call to your man-in-the-chair, Shelldon.

Scrambling to get away, you lunge towards one of the wire-filled cabinets palms-first in an attempt to hack and utilize some to your advantage. Before your program fully engaged, you’re yanked away full-force and sent skidding across the floor. In your peripheral you notice two more of these suits enter the room. This is hardly the time to get distracted, you scold yourself, glancing back to Kendra in a nick of time.

“ Shit, shit, shit, shit!! ”

You scream, narrowly dodging a shrapnel of metal whisking past your ducked head and embedding itself into the opposite wall.

“ ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! ”

Through a dramatic display of physical prowess, you screech and lunge every which way to avoid each zipping attack the bot sends towards you. To make matters worse, two more robotic suits emerge from behind the first.

“ That could’ve killed me, you runts! ”

Glaring, you turn your gaze to the maniacally laughing trio of super-nerds, donning what appeared to be the exact same super suits in the documents, all said to be powered by an all-too-powerful AI-chip. The suits’ reflexes are swift n’clean, ran by a superior digital brain that seems to be predicting all your movements even before you know them. In any other circumstances, you would have marveled in their presence.

However, right now it serves as too-great of a foe for you alone. In a pathetic display to keep up, you try to stand your ground against the super suits in a recipe of chaos that ends with you cornered and exhausted.

“ Now, now, Violet Virus,”

The leader, Kendra, steps towards you in a suit designed for strength. It’s bulky, intimidating, and an overall pain. You almost wonder if sheer artillery built into that suit was enough to single-handedly replace an entire army.

Behind her stood Jeremy in a suit built for speed—it’s racing LEDs left you dizzy if you stared too long and was designed to reach speeds fast enough that the residual shock alone might be enough to give your eardrums a hell of a jolt. Its fit was slim and sharp, fitting for the purpose.

Last is Jason, who..

Well..

He didn’t have some flashy suit for some reason.

Honestly, it seems more like just a prop suit. You didn’t even know if it did anything—to be frank, it kind of looked like they picked it up at Spirit Halloween.

“ You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. ”

Kendra’s suit thuds towards you, crouching in front of you. Her robotic hand reaches out to grip your chin between the thumb and index.

“ But that’s all I’ll give you. “

You’re starting to get antsy, mentally begging Shelldon to hurry up in helping you out of this ordeal. In the mean time, you muster the meanest glare, peering through the visual retinas of the machine. The speaker picks up her low scoff.

“ Well, maybe I should reward our little idiot for that signal to our friend,Othello von Ryan. ”

The boys behind her share a laugh in response.

“ … Who? ”

Confused, you yank from her grip, teeth bared in disgust. As powerless as you are to super-suits, an idiot was no where near appropriate to describe you. In fact, to say you were a vigilante with nothing but your boyfriend’s robot under your belt was a lie.

See, your outfit was littered with all types of covert gadgets. This included a pair of gloves and boots to match with dull, illuminated swirls under the pads of your fingers and heels of your feet. Within those swirling pools of light happened to be lie dozens of little terminals awaiting for your command to reshape and hack into any dormant or idle appliances and tech within range.

Pinned to the ground in a sitting position, your hands laid palms down on either side of your body and feet flat to carry out the rest of this operation. So long as they keep their focus on you, they will be completely blind-sided by your retaliation. Inaudible over the commotion, a low groan of circuitry in the walls bowed as your programs seep into their systems.

“ I don’t know who that is, but you’re crazy if you think this battle is in any of your favors! ”

You growled out as the ceilings cave from serpentine cables raining sparks haphazardly. Your program had sent a sort of “ suicidal-sentience ” command through nearby wires that influenced them to rip apart and focus an assault on the super-suits.

Kendra growls in annoyance as metal panels from above knock her to the ground. The limbs of her robotic suit are then coiled up by the snake-like wires. She turns to see a similar fate befalling Jason.

But not Jeremy.

“ Oh, but it is in my favor. ”

Kendra cocked her head in Jeremy’s direction, grinning with an energy that sent shivers down your spine. His suit was equipped with speeds your program couldn’t fathom keeping up with, and as his suit whipped to your side before you could try to run, you were struck and pinned flat against the floor.

“ That was a clever yet feeble attempt. See, we know all about your assets. ”

Kendra recovers quick as she moves her suit to rip the cables off her.

“ … What assets!?”

You kick your legs, trying to get free. Just how much do they know? What do they know? What or which assets could they mean? You hold your tongue in fear of spilling information to potential bluff.

Amidst your confusion, Kendra doesn’t seem too impressed. She might have burst a fuse if not for Jeremy clearing his throat and intervening.

“ What she means, Violet Virus, is we intercepted your help signal. ”

The hair on the back of your neck rose up.

That explains the lack of indication from Shelldon that he received your signal. Your expression sours with worry. What use did they have with him? And wait, Othello von Ryan—

“ You didn’t honestly think you could serve any sort of threat to us, right? Had you even considered that we—practical GENIUSES of the modern technological age—may not have planned to stop at these suits? ”

—Wasn’t that one of Donnie’s aliases?

Kendra roughly shoves Jeremy aside as she crouches back down to eye-level with you. In this moment, you begin to entertain the thought that maybe, just maybe—

“ Your naïveté is sickeningly cute, Vivi, this wasn’t our goal. ”

—you might have bitten off more than you can chew.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Panic was washing over you.

With ice coursing through your veins, you thought about calling Donnie. Maybe if you confess everything about being Violet Virus, he’ll come help?

Or, would he be mad that you kept such a secret and did something so reckless by yourself? A heat wells up in your chest, igniting a fight with the chills. Flashes of hot and cold ran over you as the pieces fell into place.

How long have they known you were working with Shelldon?

Did they let you sneak in this far?

Were you just a stepping stone to get Shelldon?

…

Do they know your identity?

Your mouth dries at that notion. You need to hurry and turn these tides, but before you could put any plan forth, the wall beside you crumbles as a familiar short stature burst through.

The little robot gave heavy thuds as his feet rose and fell against the floor without any personality.

How did everything go so wrong?

“ Shelldon? “

Tone low, hardly loud enough to even be a whisper, you stared wide-eyed at a robot without a twinge of the boy you knew.

“ Shelldon’s not his name anymore, Violet Virus. ”

Kendra’s suit rises above you then moves to tower beside Shelldon. She raises her mechanical hand and rests it firmly on his shoulder.

“ This is Pulverizer now! ”

A series of “ no’s ” fall from your lips as you scramble to your feet and close the gap between you and Shelldon. Your hands tremble around him, unsure where to rest while Kendra breaks down in laughter beside you both.

You could see the computing of some program flickering behind Shelldon’s eyes, indicated some software actively downloading. He remained unfazed by your presence.

“ Shelldon, no, no, no, what are they doing to you?! I have to get you out of here, I’m so—“

“ Pulverizer, engage combat program ZG.09X, ”

Kendra interjects, barking some sort of command. You glance to her then back to Shelldon, baffled as he seems to respond only to that and not any of your efforts. Your eyes widen as his arm begins reeling back.

“ What did they do to y—“

A quick thwack interrupts you as Shelldon socks you across the jaw with a force so heavy it sends you to the floor a few feet. The hit cracked and crumbled part of your mask as bits of it sprinkle the path from Shelldon to where you’d landed. Your glasses had been slightly bent from your head knocking against the floor. The pain throbs through your skull, ebbing from the cheek your hand rose to caress in disbelief.

“ D-Donnie.. ”

As you stared at Shelldon thunking towards you, you couldn’t help but tremble and wish you weren’t alone. This was too much for you, and you found yourself imagining what it would have been like if you had teamed up with Donnie in the beginning instead of being a solo-hero.

Shelldon reels his arm back again, and you raise yours in a feeble attempt to shield yourself.

Shutting your eyes tight, you brace for the impact.

“ SHELLDON, PROTOCOL BOGEY-DOWN 61E9 ACTIVATE! ”

“ What—!? ”

Kendra whips her head around towards the same entrance Shelldon initially created.

You stare wide eyed as your boyfriend bursts in and shouts a command to Shelldon. His dramatic entrance is punctuated by him riding his tech-bo like a hoverboard.

Donnie jumps off, landing straight into Kendra’s mech with enough force to topple it over. He casts a glance in your direction, squints with suspicion, but then turns back to Kendra.

“ I knew it—SEE, I knew it! ”

The purple-banded turtle paces in front of the dazed Kendra, throwing his hands up in frustration. He stops to point back and forth between Shelldon and the rest of the Purple Dragons.

“ Who else could be meddling with MY son’s database but this group of wannabes! “

“ W-Wannabes? Othello von Ryan, this is whe.. damn.. ”

Winded, Kendra takes a pause to catch her breath. Jason tries to come and help her up but gets swatted away immediately. Angrily, she huffs and operates the suit to shove itself back onto its feet.

“ Get AWAY from me, Jase, UGH! Othello Von Ryan, prepare to be defeated by our revenge! Pulverizer, engage combat program ZG.734! ”

She cackles maniacally, jabbing a finger in Donnie’s direction. When Shelldon doesn’t move, the speaker goes quiet for a few beats.

Then, it starts playing a bunch of loud clanks, likely from Kendra frustratedly hitting things inside the suit.

Donnie, however, glances at Shelldon then back at Kendra and stomps his foot. He points an accusatory finger in her direction.

“ Oh by Galileo, if you lot did anything nefarious to Shelldon’s programming, so help me! ”

Sheldon’s fist wavers a few inches from you as different lines of code scroll past his eyes, registering the command Donnie called out. After hearing Kendra’s command, the lines of code began rapidly switching direction until a click resounds. He blinks a few times then looks down at you.

“ No! Damn it, what happened!? ”

Kendra pummels the ground enough times to leave a hefty dent.

Donnie scoffs at her, crouching to stare into the visual receptors of the mech-suit.

“ I see you did not consider I may have created an anti-dragons program with the idea that you would want to control my tech again, did you? ”

As Shelldon came back to his senses, he glanced every which way in confusion. One second he was being interrogated, the next..

“ Your distress signal! Y/—I mean, Violet Virus, bro, what’s the haps? How’d I get here? Ohh, Donnie’s gonna be so pissed at me, dude, he almost found out ab—“

You gawk at Shelldon’s loud voice, shushing him loudly. Whispering, you quickly scold him.

“ Shelldon! We can discuss it later, but right now we need to get out of h—“

As you gesture to leave, you are instead met with Donnie being sent flying straight into you. Your foreheads collide as you’re sent back against the ground with him dazed over you.

“ Technologically advanced mecha suits is an upgrade from our last encounter, I’ll give you that! ”

One of Donnie’s hands rests beside your head while the other holds his forehead, rubbing where you both collided. He groans in pain.

Similarly, you hold both hands against your forehead and writhe dramatically beneath Donnie at the pain echoing from not just your lower jaw where Shelldon struck you, but your forehead too now.

“ Ow, ow, oww! Donnie, that… that.. hurt.. ”

Your voice peters off as you look up at him. The fear was already beginning to melt away as your eyes scan across his face. He had such an uncanny habit of coming when you called, and this situation was no different. As relief washes over you, you forget yourself for a second and reach to give him a kiss. You’re just so lucky to have someone so dependable as him, even in situations where he didn’t mean it. You vow to tell him everything after this.

As your hands cup the sides of his face, Donnie opens his eyes to see you leaning in.

“ Whoa—HEY? ”

Mechanical limbs splay out of his shell and quickly put distance between you and him, stirring a squeak of surprise from you as he stares at you bewildered.

“ I don’t know you! This is a complete violation of personal space and my individual rights! ”

He shouts in disbelief, covering himself like a woman caught naked.

… Oh..

Oh yeah.

Your face flushes with embarrassment instantly. Right now you aren’t Donnie’s girlfriend, but rather Violet Virus. You stand up, ready to explain yourself, only to be immediately knocked back down to your knees as an explosion from another one of Kendra’s projectiles goes off behind you. Donnie’s attention shifts from you to the Purple Dragons.

“ What sort of looney tries to kiss stranger during combat, he exclaims in disbelief! ”

Donnie vents aloud as he twirls his tech-bo around his body. Generating enough speed from the action, he then lunges towards Kendra. Right before he strikes, his index taps a button on the shaft of the swirling bo. Its speed increases as the tip shifts into a hammer-like shape and propels like a rocket to clock Kendra’s super-suit mech across the face. The strike is heavy enough that the robot’s head twists and twists the wrong direction until it pops clean off.

“ No, it’s not like that—and don’t call me a looney! Just, you know me! ”

“ No I don’t! The nerve of some people. I feel the need to add I am a happily taken man! “

You stumble over your words as you try to explain yourself. Slamming your palms against the floor, you inject another offensive virus into the room’s system as your glasses accelerate your visual capacities to keep up with Jeremy’s suit. Just as the program goes into effect, you’re pulled back as Jason’s arm catches your neck in his elbow.

He pulls you back, choking you as the program sets loose through the wires held in the cabinet. The cables surge out and land upon Jeremy’s suit, connecting to ports and lighting it up with enough power to overload and shut down the entire contraption. He gets lit up like a Christmas tree for a second before the suit slams into the ground non-responsive.

You hear a low ‘ damn it! ‘ from inside his suit.

Kicking your feet to try and be free from Jason’s grip, you’re let go only after Shelldon lands one of his heavy, rocket-powered punches to send the boy across the room. Even though he’s an enemy, you wince sympathetically at how much that must’ve hurt.

“ Thanks Shelldon.. ”

You murmur, rubbing your neck. Shelldon beams with pride towards you until Donnie steps between you both. His mechanical spider limbs shooting out once more to make some distance between you two.

" I’d appreciate you not fraternizing with the enemy, Shelldon. ”

He steps away from you and closer to Shelldon.

“ But Donnie, Violet Virus isn’t the enemy! ”

“ Yeah, I’m not an enemy, Donnie, just listen to me for a second! ”

“ Firstly, Shelldon, you’re on a friendly name basis with this fiend?! And secondly, Violet Virus, how do you know who I am? Does my reputation exceed me, I wonder? ”

He pauses for a moment to think to himself, likely basking in the idea of his popularity reaching farther, then shakes away the thought. Donnie takes a few steps closer to you with an intimidating air.

“ This is no good, no, no. Violet Virus, might it have been you who— Hold on. ”

As his gaze fixates on your glasses, you sharply suck in a breath by accident. Coughing, everything you wanted to say caught up too quick for even a single word to slip out. You needed to tell him! What will he think, that you’re a thief?

“ Wait—“

“ How do you have that, that’s.. Wait. ”

He crosses his arms, tapping his index against his bicep as he circles around you. Donnie stops in front of you, hums something mid-thought, then cracks a smile.

“ Ah, I get it now. How clever you are, my dear. ”

“ What? ”

You hesitate as he closes the gap between you both. His face softens as his hands make quick work of sliding your broken mask off. Without needing to explain a word, it seems he made quick work of who you were.

“ So this is what you’ve been up to.. Why? ”

His hand caresses your cheek.

“ I… Wanted to get back at the Purple Dragons—for you.. ”

Donnie cracks a bigger grin and chuckles, leaning a bit to plant a chaste kiss on your lips.

“ We can discuss this when we get home, then. ”

[achromatophoric]

Wenclairtober 2024, Day 2 - Blood

The night finds Enid and Wednesday standing before a gothic mansion, from which emanates the distinct sounds of an absolute rager of a party.

Wednesday: Let’s get this over with.

Enid: Oh c’mon, Willa. It’s Yoko’s birthday party! I bet you’ll find something here that’s fun.

Wednesday: I highly doubt—

The front door bursts open to reveal the birthday girl, already spattered in blood with a cone hat askew atop her head.

Yoko: MY BITCHES!! Welcome to my Bloody Birthday Extravaganza!

The vampire wraps the giggling werewolf in a twirling hug while Wednesday watches on, unamused.

Enid: Eeee! Happy birthday, Yoko!

Wednesday: Yes, congratulations on miraculously escaping being staked for another plodding step along your inexorable journey towards an eternity of meaningless existence.

Yoko: 😦

Enid: Uhhh— oh! *peeks around Yoko* Is that a bar I see?

Yoko: Oh yeah! Check it. We’ve got sanguinria and arteritas. If you want it virgin, the purple cups are alcohol-free and the pink one are from certified virgins. Thirsty?

Enid: *wrinkles nose* I think I’ll pass for now.

Yoko: *sympathic wince* Sorry. The boys were supposed to bring the non-vamp drinks, but Kent just called. Ajax somehow stoned himself in the store, so it’ll be a bit.

Enid: *groans*

Wednesday: *eyes the pink cups* At least he’s consistently unreliable.

Yoko: Anyways! So like there’s like five bathrooms— just follow the signs…

The roommates follow Yoko on the tour, passing by numerous vampires in various states of inebriation. Yoko jerks a thumb back at a closed door as they pass by.

Yoko: And stay out of that room. The Lestans and Twihards are going at it in there, and if it’s anything like the last time, they’ll be halfway to a hate orgy by now.

Enid: *makes face* Oh ick!

Wednesday: *sips from pink cup*

Yoko: Here’s the dance floor. That’s my boy Undeadm4us dropping them sick beats.

Enid: Nice! *bobs with music*

Yoko: And outside, we have the coup de grâce…

Yoko: *flourishes* Ta da! Blood wrestling!

Enid: 😬

Wednesday: *not even looking* Mud wrestling? How objectifying. I am shockingly unsurprised.

Enid: *whispers* Willa! Be nice.

Yoko: Bitch, don’t knock it till you try it! Heck, Divina even had fun! She’s prolly still showering it off.

Wednesday: You even subjected your paramour to such an undignified display of vulgarity? I didn’t think my opinion of you could—

Having finally looked up, the seer trails off as she scrutinizes the wrestling arena. Most of the lawn is hidden by white tarps, with a sizable dip in the center. Blood is literally everywhere, originating from the shin-deep pool in which a pair of vampires are actively wrestling.

Wednesday: 😐

Wednesday: This is blood.

Yoko: Uh, duh. I said blood wrestling.

Wednesday: *contemplative* Is— Is it real blood?

Yoko: Yes? Girl, this is a vampire party. And before you ask—

Enid: *shuts mouth*

Yoko: *smugly* Divina spent months collecting donations.

Enid: Oh, okay.

Yoko: So whatcha think?

Enid: Chica, this is your biggest banger yet!

Yoko: Sweet! *turns* I’ll probably regret asking, but what do you th— huh? Where’d she go?

The two look frantically about, startled to have lost track of the diminutive seer. Enid spots her girlfriend’s discarded clothes, but before she can do more than gasp, a ruckus draws all eyes to the blood wrestling pit.

Some vampire: H-HELP! SHE’S CRAZY!

Wednesday: Cease your sniveling! Are you not a supernatural predator? Is this the best you have?!

Yoko: 😧

Enid: 🫢

Yoko: The Wednesday Addams is naked.

Enid: *softly* Uh huh.

Another vampire: Getheroffgetheroff!!

Yoko: In my blood wrestling pit.

Enid: Yup.

Wednesday: Pathetic! I demand a challenge! COME AT ME!! *pounds bloody breast*

Yoko: *proudly* Guess she approves!

Enid: One hundo percent.

Yet another vampire: HOW IS SOMEONE SO SMALL SO STRONG?!?

Enid: 😳

Enid: *swallows thickly* Soooo… can I uh— can I ask like a ginormous favor?

Yoko: 🤨

Enid: 🥺

Yoko: *rolls eyes* Fine, but burn the sheets when you’re done. And tell your girl that I want double the thread count on the replacements.

Enid: Thanks Yoko you’re totes the best!

The besties return their attentions to the blood wrestling pit, unsurprised to find an indecently gore-slick Wednesday standing atop a pile of groaning vampires. The shameless seer licks the blood from her lips and releases a furious snarl.

Wednesday: More, you miserable wretches. I. DEMAND. MORE!!

[cinnabell2]

Okay this took me forever but here is my crystal rose Hwei ✨ wanted to make different forms for weather or not his muse accepts or rejects his love (basing off the light or dark path voice lines in game ehe)

Also wanted to make lvl 6 dark and lvl 6 light, but didn't have the time or energy so heres a breakdown 😤 lvl6 dark is almost all this navy blue, with Hwei feeling confused, hurt and it leading to obsession and Yandere tendencies.

And lvl6 light Is mostly light pinks with a hint of soft blue and purples, scared of what this new love may bring or if he's even deserving or capable of this love and continues to try his best and leads to soft happy marriage eeee ✨️💚

[jessidogg]

CONFIDENT- Part Two

See the first part here! (its way better)

Random Girl Troll: Uhm- excuse me?🫤

John Dory: The courthouse- you- me?😌

Random Girl Troll: What about you, me and the courthouse?😕

John Dory: IM ASKING YOU TO MARRY ME ITS THAT SIMPLE!😡

Random Girl Troll: oOooOoOoOohHhHhHhHh....😯

awkward pause

Branch: 😏She's so gonna tell him that he's a-

Random Girl Troll: SURE! 😆grabs JD's hands and drags him away I HAVE SO MANY PLANS WE CAN INVITE THE ENTIRE VILLAGE AND I WANT PINK BALLOONS AND BLUE- JUST NOT PURPLE BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE WEIRD AHAHEHEHAHEHEH

John Dory: Wait- I uhhh, wasn't expecting-🫤

Random Girl Troll: I ALSO WANT TEN KIDS, ALL OF THEM BOYS, CAN YOU DO THAT FOR ME? 😆

Floyd: WhAt Is HaPpEnInG?😐.....?

Random Girl Troll: I ALSO WANNA CALL YOU POOKIE WOOKIE TOOKIE BEAR 🐻 IS THAT ALRIGHT, THANKS! MAN IVE DREAMED OF THIS FOR YEARS IM SO EXCITED EEEE😆

John Dory: as hes being dragged away DELTA HELPPPP-😫

Delta: walks up inbetween Branch and Floyd Aww, aren't they totally made for each other? 🙂

Branch and Floyd: both nod Totally����

This is kinda bad but imma be gone most of the week so I wanted to write it before I left tmrw morning! Request from @sweetgirl15161819 THANKS FOR THE ASK hope this was good enough sry its rlly bad and hurried, haha

[xxtinterxx]

Get chosen by the Purple distribution! And also-

BOO! It's month of the spooky and you just got jump scared by tiny Purple, be afraid >:)

TEENY LITTLE BABYYY EEEE

[ask-peaceful-popstar-au]

*Serene, a small greyish-purple waddle dee, waves at everyone.*

Hi everyone, hope you have a good day...

Kirby: EEEE!! CUTE LITTLE WADDLE DEE! ANTHOER FRIEND??? Bandanna Dee: Oh, another Dee. its nice to see my kind once in a while. (You can see a smile in BDWD's eyes) Meta Knight: (He didnt say anything much, just a respectful nod) Dedede: Heyo! (the King waved) (Magolor, Susie, and Morpho were too busy bantering with DMK, Galacta, and Marx) --------------------------------------

Im sorry mate- just got back from a long day of school-

hope this is enough for you-

[missamyrisa2]

oh my goodness that boymode post... i wish i could clone you and be tickled by boymoding you and girlmoding you at the same time~ <3

Ah, so you're a cute gigglish thing and you're doing exactly what I thought you would. Come on now, let's hear it all. I'm gonna hold you down and tickle it all outta you if you try to hold back. I mean, I'm gonna pin n tickle you anyway but I figured I'd make you think you have a sporting chance.

Which is to say oooh yessss how doomed you would beee with both of usssss stepping out of the cloner. A giggly silly Amy blushing gently, fawning over your reactions with a cooing sweet tease, lightly wiggling tapered fingers and waving a long purple feather. She's joined by a knowing chuckle, and Alex's tickle hands doing big grasping motions as he nods with the unmistakable tickle bully intent.

"Well, well, well looks like we've got a ticklish one. You're in for it now, tickle punk. We've gotcha right where we want ya."

"Awwww, how cuuuuuuuute look at those cheekies blush I bet you have the sweetest lil gigggle~"

And you're very much in trouble with this formidable duo as Alex has no bones about immediately moving to tackle you to the ground and pin your arms so that Amy can explode with excited giggles as she hovers down with her feather and awwwwing face while they proceed to wrestle and tickle you to blushing bitsssss~

(eeee is this odd and vain? Because I'm kinda loving it~<3)

[fancycolours]

SCREAMING. I found some amazing footage of Robert from one of the Chicago concerts I went to. ASDFGHJKL. Of course I had to make some GIFS! He's so gorgeous! My heart can't handle it! You can really see his baby blues here too! Eeee! 😍 And look at all the purple and yellow lighting! 💜💛 This is during "Beginnings" btw! 🥺

[indecisive-dizzy]

Eaaaaaaaaa the welcome home website updated!

I’ll check it more tomorrow but I’m very excited for how the story’s progressing :D

Went to the fair so have platonic DearDollops headcanons because they never leave my mind

Random idea but I like to think that the first time they saw each other after losing contact was for a birthday surprise

It was Eddie’s birthday, and Julie wanted to plan the best surprise ever, so she and Frank (who was extremely hesitant) decided to snoop through Eddie’s old photos to try and find something he liked besides mail stuff

They run into a high school photo of him and Daisey (or one of just Daisey tbh they pretty so either one works) and by some stroke of luck their contact info is in the back

Julie immediately assumed that they were old friends, while Frank probably assumed they were just a classmate that Eddie lost contact with. Julie was right lmao

As their surprise, they decide to invite Daisey to the neighborhood! They call and when Daisey answers, Julie immediately invites them to the neighborhood while Frank explained who they were and why they were contacting them

Me thinks Daisey is only heard at this point in time, we don’t see them besides the old photo of them in high school, adds excitement over seeing them again

Daisey’s very happy to come over, they lowkey imply they wanted to hear back from Eddie but they never got a callback, but overall are a good sport about it and decides to visit

Everyone’s nice (or as nice as they can be) for Eddie’s birthday party, it being pretty stereotypical party stuff but with a more Eddie vibe :3

Julie exclaims that she and Frank have a surprise, and to close his eyes and blow out his birthday candles to see it

Eddie’s both excited and confused, but does so because birthday candles are melting and he needs to blow them out

Daisey carefully walks behind him (being hidden mostly by the shadows), and gently places their hands on his shoulders once he’s done

I think they step out of the shadows to lean down and ask “what’d you wish for?” And they’re just the brightest thing ever. They’re so genuinely happy to be there it’s sickening /i

Eddie takes like 10 seconds to process before immediately tackling them into a hug. He’s talking very fast and is very shocked but all he can really do is hug them. Daisey just laughs and hugs him back tighter, it’s cute

Anyways they’re besties /real and you can’t convince me it didn’t take them like an hour to let go of each other

Safe to say Julie and Frank had the best surprise /hj

Unrelated to the whole thing about but! They got to the carnival together!

Daisey wins Eddie some prizes while Eddie manages to not lose and wins a few times

Eddie got a couple new plushies that he loves and is struggling to hold onto, while Daisey’s holding one scraggly looking plushie Eddie won for them and hugging it adoringly. They adore anything Eddie gets them, even if it looks diseased :)

They go on the smaller rides, but they both still get sick-

If there’s apple bobbing, I think Eddie absolutely dominates. Daisey can barely stay underwater for a second before drowning

They get snacks together me thinks- they share but Daisey sneaks a couple more from Eddie’s plate. Eddie knows and lets them

Raaaa face painting! They get matching hearts or flowers on their faces

Overall they have fun, they probably pass out as soon as they get home

I love these losers I’m losing it /j

EEEE I KNOW!! I've looked at the update a little bit, but I gotta drag out my laptop to get a good gander hehe!

Sobbing omg this is such a cute little story,, it would be an adorable oneshot or drabble,,

Frank and Julie, the duo ever! and in my mind Eddie's closest friends in the neighborhood. Mostly bc being friends with Frank means being friends with Julie XD whether you like it or not!

I imagine Eddie's birthday party has a Dedicated arts and crafts table(s). And stamp and envelope decorations with little hearts, it's all rainbow with extra purple bc it's his favorite color. His cake is decorated like a gift box you'd send in the mail XD with a mail address, stamp and all! Frank probably helped Poppy with the lettering <3

Carnival!! I personally think Eddie has good aim, but not with his bare hands. Like the water gun games he's great at, but ask him to throw a baseball and he's hitting the booth guy. or somehow hits himself 😭🤣

Eddie would display the plushies Daisey won for him in the post office and give them little uniforms 😭💕 They all have name tags and he cherishes them

Eddie and Daisey are motion sick besties <3 they're both leaning against each other as they stumble off the ride poor things XD

Eddie dominating any apple bobbing competition is so real. Apple bobbing is very southern to me, it's at every fair I've ever been to and at family parties! I'm awful at apple bobbing tho lmao

Eddie's the kinda guy who sees you stealing his fries and slides his plate closer to you so y'all can share <3