#he grew up and glew up

[bumblingbabooshka]

Vulcan Constituent: My local representative has no business looking this pretty.

[sup3rsp0r3]

Uhhh more watcher Grian stuff bc the trivia bit gave me ideas :3

"Grian! I need your help, this one's about you!"

Skizz had said, right before he ran off toward his bot. Grian promptly went over to help Skizz. The man's voice rang out through the surrounding group as Grian grew closer. "Er... This one's... Odd." A choir of 'huh?' 'What do you mean?' And, 'How so?' Were the response from the crowd.

"The question says, 'Grian is...' And then it cuts to the answers."

Grian felt a chill go up his spine. The small wings on his head fluttered, threatening to close over his eyes. He had a feeling something like this might happen. A feeling that THEY would mess with this game as well. It didn't matter how much he put into the code, they were always following.

"What are the answers?" Mumbo asked, raising an eyebrow. His sword was planted in the dirt, his hands against the handle as he used the weapon like a crutch. Skizz answered with a slightly weary tone. "Well... The answers are, 'An Entity,' 'A Player,' 'A Code,' and- wait a second. The last answer is glitching out. I can't see it." Mumbo stepped closer, glancing at the screen on the bot. Grian shakily moved forward as well. A good portion of the surrounding group had a clue on what was happening.

To Grian, the words weren't fritzing out at all. In fact, they were a bright purple that left the rest of the screen unreadable. The glow was so bright it painted the surrounding area purple. Just enough to leave a film over everything. It was like no one else saw it.

"It's the glitched one." Grian said, his voice coming out almost detached. "They- uhm, the bot's a little glitched. It shouldn't be a problem again." He chuckled nervously, the wings on his head finally closing over the top half of his face.

Mumbo tensed, quickly pulling his sword properly into his hand. He didn't often see Grian with an obscured face. He had stated how much he hated masks before, and he had only recently been willing enough to open up and explain why. Mumbo didn't know all the details, but he knew enough to say, this wasn't good. This was dangerous.

Skizz wearily selected the answer, watching as the bot calibrated and glew green, putting its robotic arms up in the air to signify Skizz's correct answer. Skizz collected the drops, his prize if you will. All though, Skizz wasn't paying attention to what he had picked up. He was paying attention to the newfound purple fade at the edges of Grian's little head wings.

Few people knew what it actually meant.

Everyone was focusing on it.

The ones that did were terrified.

The ones that didn't were concerned, maybe even scared.

Fin.

[cxcassii]

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ merman x human EM au *ੈ𑁍༘⋆

prompt summary:

Mikasa and Eren are both in a marine biology class and are both passionate environmental activists against ocean pollution. Mikasa has always felt extra strongly about the specific subject, more than her friends, more than her family, more than anyone she knew in her life.

The only one to ever trump this passion of hers is Eren. Mikasa just can’t figure out why.

He looks like the opposite kind of person who cares about nature—with messy brown hair, scraggly and lacking a level of grooming in his overall appearance—not to mention he smokes cigarettes. However, it is very apparent in how Eren behaves like ocean pollution is on a personal matter.

Then Mikasa goes on a scuba diving trip—in search to catch some marine photography of rarer tropical fish—when she is suddenly face to face with an all too familiar face.

Eren.

Except he wore no scuba diving gear—instead a flash of emerald green swishes behind him. A tail.

Eren’s a mermaid—or make that man?!

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It was her first day on campus that she initially noticed him out of her peripheral vision.

In the beginning, he was quiet, reserved. At first glance, Mikasa concised perhaps he didn’t want to draw attention to himself.

Then she thought twice about that when she noticed him next—after their very first lecture—a cigarette cushioned between two plump lips. The smell caught her nose firstly, not the visual source. Once she looked up and registered the awful aruoma emitting was from him, she chalked him up for an edge-lord emo.

No one else on campus smoked cigarettes—they vaped like most new age nicotine users.

He looked the part. Piercing aligned his ears in rows. His skin, though caramel and tan in the sunlight, is covered with sloppy ink from his assortment of tattoos. His hair was long for a man—stereotypically anyways—and it was messy, nearly always thrown up in a disheveled half-man bun. Then there’s a light amount of stubble above his lip and dusting his chin and jawline. His clothes were usually baggy, looking far too loose on his form, which she caught glimpse of the more she noticed him. Some days he would wear a tight camisole under a baggy jacket, except he wore it down around his waist one day. She noticed how his body ripples with muscles. She thought it was odd that he seemed to go to a good amount of lengths to cover up all that taunt skin he hid under his baggy clothes.

She thought it with suspicion, yet, it was massively unidentifiable. For heaven's sake, Mikasa hasn't even managed to talk to the man yet.

Anytime she gathered enough courage to make an attempt at using the simmering of bubbling sensations inside her chest, her mind raced to come up with something clever to say—before the moment of bravery would disappear next in a blink of an eye. The words stump at her lips, cut off from her tongue, receding back deep into her being. Unmoving.

Somehow, he appeared to sense it. He’d turn his head and meet her eyes. She’d grow so lost in them that she’d completely forget what she was aiming for in the first place.

And what stopped her every time wasn’t his expression or his demeanor. No. It was his inhumanly beautiful eye color. It was otherworldly—unnatural.

Caribbean sea foam green. Though, ultimately his color is not what captivates her attention the most. It was the manner in which his orbs glew.

Unnaturally bright.

Exceptionally distracting with how enchanting their colors glow. She felt drowned in their oases and by the time she pulled herself out of the trance, he was gone. Leaving her feeling dazed and a little confused.

It’d been like this for a month now.

The only emotion she ever saw out of him was when they’d be in the midst of a heated lecture. Where his tone grew thick with respited skepticism and twinged with detested sounding reproach. It was as if he came alive, a fire lit under him. He had this manner of always challenging the professor's teachings. He was severely underwhelmed with how unproactive big corps that have the means to keep waste and pollution to a minimum, how they choose to turn blind eyes. When he spoke like that, a cord had been struck in her.

She learned through unwilling enamorment that the gloomy and yet passionate emo man’s name was Eren.

Eren Jaeger.

That name didn’t have any intention of slipping her mind. Not any time soon.

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[morrison-dunwoody]

(I'll get to your Ask eventually, but for now I give you one in return :B) So, your fankids.. Pam and Benson had Abby, but Morrison.. was he a cheat/oopsy result, or did Pam and Benson divorce and Benson got with Mordo after that? 8V Orrr are they a happy polycule family? xD

Oh in my AU, Ima say Abby is kinda her own AU, where Mordeson didn't happen and it was Pamson,

But for Morrisons AU, basically Pam x Benson DID happen in 'Pam I Am', and Rigby and Eileen were already together and had a kid (Daniel, who was only a toddler)

And beforehand, Mordecai was the one with a crush on Benson, and Benson had a small one on Mordecai, but never looked into it too much, just confused on his own feelings since he wasnt sure if he was even into men either.

So how was Morrison born? Remember that episode in Season 8 when Mordecai and Rigby got messed up and mixed together?

That same exact machine that Muscle Man was a technician for, is the exact reason Morrison existed

The machine was down and needed to be back up again so Muscle Man ofc fixed it, and needed it to be tested, and of course Mordecai and Benson were there and around at the time, so they were chosen to test it, they both stood in the individual tubes as Muscle man ran the tests and started the machines

The test was meant to swap Ben and Mordos places, not do anything drastic to them as the machines glew, Mordo and Ben outta view due to that, you'd assume they were swapped places when both tubes opened (smoke coming outta each one) with Mordecai walking out completely fine but ..

That wasn't exactly the case.

Benson walked outta the fog, with a little toddler in his arms, with a completely shocked face, EVERYONE in the room was shocked, (Muscle Man, Mordo, Rigby, Eileen, Daniel just now peeking in)

Mordecai and Benson were dumbfounded and looked at Muscle Man but Muscle Man had no idea what happened either or HOW this happened, where did this kiddo come from?? He looked like a mix of both Mordecai and Benson, almost like a FUSION, but younger.

Morrisons basically a fusion of both Mordecai and Benson, he wasnt just a regular kid, he had memories from both Mordecai and Bensons childhoods but as he gained his sense of self he had his own memories (all during toddler age anyway), but because of how young he was during this, he'd later forget how he was born or created as he grew older as it wasnt usually talked about.

Mordecai and Benson werent dating at all when Morrison was created but had to work together to parent Morrison, and Bensons feelings for Mordecai grew more and more during then, and Mordecai also grew feelings, eventually they dated as they bonded through the parenting of Morrison and officially were both his dads.

Morrison often has struggles with his identity even further into teenagehood, as hes a fusion of both Mordecai and Benson, he'd often see glimpses of Mordecai and Benson when they were his age, confused, and struggling, its.. Unfortunately a struggle he keeps secret about, but he always wondered why these things occured and happened, he didnt remember how he was created either, it all felt off to him, but thats just some character stuff! Not rlly his origins

But yeah he was an accident in that teleporter thing! Brought Mordecai and Benson together, (...unfortunately Pamson didnt work when they got home BUT! Pam and Benson are still absolute ✨ besties ✨ and Morrison calls Pam "Aunt Pam")

He and Daniel bonded since toddlerhood, all the way to the present, (Morrisons 14 and Daniels 15)

[whydoibe]

Ok so stupid ideas number i don't know anymore but what if jay sacrificed himself after the merg to protect a village of serptines like a gaint storm dragon on pare or nearly as strong as wojira and fused with his element the serptine would construct a monument in his hourner celebrating the anerverstiy with a festival called the festival of the storm walker. The ninja is unaware, but ras is clever using less than ethical methods. manages to capture lighting jay and using dark magic forces a wolf mask to be grafted onto hi very being unable to be removed without his approval it hurts jay so much but ras doesn't care jay would then be forced into the tournment.

Jay begins to gather the air burning as he appears. The lighting elements wolfmask prison glowing blue as he aproachs the battlefield, his body sparking and buring his hands appearing to be have large claws. Jay turned to face his aponent nya, his heart burns, lighting sparking she couldn't recognise him as he attempted to talk to speak all the comes from his mouth is inhuman screams and thundress clashes of cooling air she stared at him with hate. He could only meanly apologise as the gong is struck his masking and body glowing red as he flew at nya lighting sparking he wanted to run to hide but that mask commanded him to fight and he won nya layed on the ground battered broken he did that his eyed glistened with pain but the mask hid his true emotions. Jay felt the element of water become his the body he had grew more solid, his mind fading once again ras smircked as jay tried to resist his commands bit one stroke he glowed red again the sea called to him the sky cried to him he wanted out. Ras clicked his claws. jay disappeared, the mask eyes now glowing yellow, and blue fell to the ground as ras picked it up. Nya laid broken battered jays last thought turned dark revenge.

The next thing jay knew, he stood parallel to frak, preparing to fight eyes. Frak ran at him as ras struck the gong, his body glowing red the water moving unatrualy lighting sparking he moved before he knew it red lighting striked frak the young serptine falling to his knees then faling jay had won again his body fizzled as he saw a look a beg for mercy he wished he could proved. As the 2 elements he held moved into him, orange glow growing prominent jay herd screams the earth jay looked to his hand earth began to gather blue glows emanating through it jays eyes glowed orange the mask changing once again jay wanted to run the screams of the sky and earth and sea made him want to scream for nya for his friends jay screamed this time he manged to scream 2 words help me before ras clicked his fingers again the rocks gathering forging him a body collapsed. Jay still heard the screams of the world he was going to escape

Jay reformed, standing parral to beatrix he cracked his neck as Earth gave him form, and for the first time in, who knows how many years he took a step he laughed as he used the water and lighting to form a sudo gi hand outstreching lighting gathered and earth formed an handle the lighting a chain joined by water he was gaing to win and win good. Lighting drew close to beatrix, stricking her as she collapsed. Her hand glew a bright blue, and it shifted to appear almost wolf like as jays smirck grew under the mask as he felt her elements become his form, growing stronger, the wind moving under his fingers jay formed large wings on his back they moved as jay disappeared with rass' snap he knew he would win.

Jay walked onto the battlefield. Lloyd stood across from him he had drafted nokt earlier in the tournament. jay was going to be victories ras striked the gong the sound causing the mask to glow red with jays body the stone that forged his form was fun jay laughed as Lloyd attempted to fight while all he did stay still as Lloyd tried to harm him until at the perfect second jay caught Lloyd wrists his body grew more monseris a tail swaying wings flapping jay felt the mask sifft yet again as he transformed into the form of a gaint dragon Lloyd felt his wrist break as jay laughed victories retiring to his much more mangebal hybrid form as Lloyd's elements became his ras clicked his fingers but failed he clicked again nothing jay laughed finding his vioce calling lighting to his hands.

"Oh ras, you don't think I'd learn a way out of that trick," Jay snarled his vioce unrecognisable as it thoundrasly boomed and screeched.

"No, no," ras cried. "You are my prisoner. You are my pupet" ras snarled growling.

"No, I don't think you understand who you're messing with magic you don't understand." Jay laughed, again elements gathering."I will do anything for the safety of them even hurt them," jay finished his hand outstreching red, coating the sky a portal opening 2 figures falling out of it one in red the other a skelton with glowing eyes. The portal closing and the sky returning to normal.

"What do you mean obey?" ras struck the gong. Jays eyes glowed red, but this time, he was ready, clasping at the mask he screamed ripping it of to reveal his face forged of lighting and water fire was his hair as his eyes glowed intense yellow his face was recginiseable now

"I am not you puppet I am jay walker the blue ninja the killer the gaurdin of the serpints the slayer and the huntsman" Jay smilled "and your not in charge of me" he snarled turning into a massive dragon flying up "and I win"

[lexa-ocean]

How'd you like your wings: Feathered or Draconic? (Kirby and the Forgotten Land One Shot) (Beast!Meta AU)

Don't even ask me why I'm going so fast with these Kirby One Shots, I'm not sure myself

(Inspired by a concept created by @jojo-schmo )

Warnings: Mentions of (very mild) injury.

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“Ok, so, next one…”

The sound of something wet and squelchy echoes ever so slightly against the bathroom tiles.

It comes with a prickling, pulling sensation that borders on painful. But truly, Meta Knight’s been through worse.

(This is the best he’s felt in months.)

A big, black feather is pulled off his draconic wings. Dedede just drops it in a pile by the knight’s side, and Meta watches from the corner of his eyes as it slowly descends. He moves his hand away in time for it to fall, neatly, on top of the pile. Then, he rests his hand on it once again.

Despite everything (how long they were attached to him, who they come from, what they represent-) the feathers are still stupidely, incredible soft. He didn’t really mean to start kneading them conciously, but it still happened as the minutes dragged on, and his boredom grew, along with the itchiness, and nearly-painful sensation on his wings.

(He hated himself, just a little, for finding a small comfort in the act.)

(On his other hand, Galaxia glew faintly, reminding him that there was nothing wrong with finding comfort in the small things.)

(He would beg to differ.)

“…Meta?”

“Hmm?” The Knight turned around slightly, trying for his wings to not move around too wildly and cause yet another small overflow on the tub they were in. “What is it, my king?”

“Just, uh…” Dedede lost his train of thought for a second, after being fixed with Meta’s intense stare. The fact that the knight didn’t have his mask to hide his adorable, pretty face didn’t help. “Uh, something’s been botherin’ me for a bit-”

“Do you need me to move my wings?”

“N-no, not that,” Dedede went back to softly scrubbing away at the left over tar on his knight’s wings, as if to make a point, “just, well… was…?” He swallowed around the small lump on his throat. “Was this stuff hot, when they put in on you?”

Meta averted his gaze, ever so slightly. “…It wasn’t boiling,” is what the knight finally settles on saying.

Dedede’s own feathers ruffled up. “…But it was hot,” he reiterates, almost accusatory.

Meta’s hand clenches at the pile of feathers.

Dedede, of course, notices.

“Sorry, I… didn’t mean to sound like I was mad at you,” the king says, softly. “I ain’t, really, I’m… worried still, if anything.”

There’s a few moments of silence, only interrupted by soft splashes of water as Dedede keeps washing his knight’s wings.

“…You should be,” Meta whispers, barely audible. “Mad at me, I mean.”

“Wha- Why?” Dedede asks, taken aback.

“I just- let that… disgusting creature control me,” he hisses out, unable to keep reproach off his voice. “I let it turn me against you all… I kidnapped the Waddle Dees, for stars sake, and- and-!”

“…And to my knowledge, you stayed behind to face a whole army, in order to keep my Dees and Kirby and Bandee safe,” Dedede completed, the touch against Meta’s wings becoming softer still. “You did good, Meta.” The knight huffed, unbelieving. “Really! And, hell, if people had to use aaaaaall the stuff I did while possessed against me…”

“That’s different,” Meta Knight says, quickly.

“Why?” asked Dedede.

Meta Knight stayed quiet.

“No, really, why?” The king leaned over the tub, his arms hugging around his knight. “I’d love to hear your compelling arguments.”

Meta looked up, meeting Dedede’s gaze. “Because I say so,” he replied, finally.

So close to him, Meta could appreciate the amused twinkle in the king’s eyes. The way his grin grew across his face. The warm, bubbly breath that escaped him, as he bit back a laugh. “Well, I say it’s the same,” Dedede declared, “and since I’m the king, my word is law, yadda yadda, it’s the same and my favorite knight needs to stop blaming himself.”

The king ended his little tirade by booping one of Meta’s blush marks with one finger. His hand remained there, hovering over the knight’s cheeks, as he studied it carefully.

Then, a little, affective smile formed on Meta’s face. “I suppose, if that’s a direct order from the king…”

“’Course it is-! Ah…” Dedede fell quiet, as his knight, chivalrous as always, held his hand and softly kissed it. Not satisfied with that, Meta proceeded to nuzzle at it, purring lowly.

 “…I missed you,” the knight admitted, his words slightly distorted by the vibrations going through his body.

Dedede smiled, warmly. “Missed you too, my sworn partner.”

Meta Knight purred louder at the nickname. He let go of his king’s hand, grabbing at his beak instead to guide him into a kiss.

It wasn’t the first time they kissed after the accident. The second Dedede saw Meta coming back, he ran to his beloved, holding him tightly in his arms as he first asked if he was alright, then peppered him with tiny kisses all around while the Waddle Dees ‘awww’ed at them.

This one was different, however. Without the excess adrenaline and longing, it went slower, more careful. It felt, nearly, sacred; a moment of respite between just two of them.

…Or so they thought.

“…Am I interrupting something?” A high pitched voice asked from the bathroom door, causing the knight and king to immediately break away while looking at the intruder.

“KIRBY!”

Upon hearing their less-than-happy voices, the young hero held up the tray he was carrying, almost like a piece offering. “I brought you some food…”

The partners shared a look. They had been there for a while, and would remain longer still. “Fine, come in.”

“But do not forget to knock next time,” Meta Knight chastised softly. Kirby nodded.

The kid left the tray in the ground, near the two of them. Meta Knight grabbed at one of two burgers instantly, while Dedede worked on drying his hands off first.

“Are you… feeling better, Meta?” Kirby asked, trying to not make it so obvious how concerned he was for his friend.

Meta Knight, of course, could see right through him. “I am, Kirby, thanks for asking.” He lifted one of his wings slightly off the tub, showing it to the child. “King Dedede is doing a fantastic job so far…”

Dedede tried to hide how much he glowed at the praise.

Kirby looked between the two, before smiling at them. “Ok then!” He said, cheerfully, before walking to the exit. “Oh! Before I forget!” Kirby turned around, his eyes shining. “The Deedly Dees are doing a concert tonight! You should go if you can!”

Kirby ran out then, while the king and his knight sat in comfortable silence.

At least, until Dedede turned to the other. “Do ya’ think… tonight, we could…?”

“I would love to attend the concert with you,” Meta Knight replied, straight to the point.

Dedede grinned.

“It’s a date, then.”

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[fair-night-starry-tears]

It was a warm day, a honest trip to the Scalding Sand with the Scarabia trio and prefects of Ramshackle and a few students of Swift n Drift Academy. A large group of teens with a vibrant enjoyment, with some indulging in enjoying the scenery, others learning the history and culture, and some loving the environment. The crew were cheerful, some were calm, and some were enjoying the experience. However, one of the group members was tense. Their actions were rigid and their attitude was limited. Though, the girl, Aqila, was embracing her hometown. It was while she was back home. With her crew mates right beside her to her left and right, she was chatting with the prefects of Ramshackle. Giving them tips on fighting, and insights of the world around them. She was very calm, and for one. She cracked a genuine smile, it was rare of her to do so. So she was surprising the crew, especially her own best friends. Imira and Abbe were in awe of her smile, but they never complained about it. Imira was laughing, “it’s been a while to see the original smile.” She laughed, Abbe was smiling and hugged Aqila. “It’s good to see it again!” She cheered. The prefects were surprised, “woah, that’s definitely a million dollar smile.” Commented Minako. As Isabelle nodded her head in agreement.

Aqila let out a laugh, “oh come on. I mean, it’s a trip home. You guys always fuss about me going cold. I thought of brightening the mood a bit.” She replied, as Imira sighed, “we always worry about you, yknow?” The other girl sighed, “I’m fine. Just need a change for a while. Maybe….. for the bett…..er?” She said, as she froze in place, as the crew looked up ahead to why the girl had froze in place. Was two Crown Jewels princess of the city the three girls lived. Much different from Silk City, but one was a burning familiarity to Aqila. It was her ex, the boy who had wronged her in a subtle way to the large extent. Aqila turned around, gathering the crowd, “let’s turn back, I know a good shop with the best sandwiches please.” The girl pleaded, but it was all too late. The boys recognized her, and slowly approached. Or, most likely one of them did. It was her ex, “Aqila? Is that you?” The boy replied. Aqila sighed, as she was facing away. She remained silent. She was uncomfortable, it didn’t go well for the Prince. Who was slowly sounding tense. “Not talking to me are you?” He said. Aqila continued to be quiet, in her eyes showed a sign of weakness. And the girls started to gather, “hey. She didn’t look too comfortable, man. Back off!” Shouted Estella. “Yeah, get along and leave already.” Said Freya, shielding Aqila. As the Prince, Jasminko, sighed. “This doesn’t concern you, ladies. This is a conversation between me and her.” He said, his own voice sounded cold and empty. The girls were getting agitated, they could feel Jasminko’s intentions were not very pleasant. “Please… I don’t intend to hurt her.” He said.

What he had just said, made Aqila snap inside. “Hurt me….? Hurt me….” She said, as the crew slowly backed away, some felt cold. Like the air became a blizzard to them. The other half felt hot, like the sun had grown more intense in heat. Aqila was facing the ground, her hands clenched into fists, there were sparks spiraling on the right side of Aqila's head. Her hair grew two colors that started at the end of her hair. “You will never hurt me….. AGAIN!!!” raising her head high as she shouts.

Her eyes burn with red, her pupils glew a bright yellow. Her sclera was pitch black as black veins form on her face. Her hair burst into Fire and Water. A blob of black ink spirals around her body, consuming her whole and forming a beautiful dress that’s red and blue, but the city has been hit with a burning pain and freezing cold. As the black ink slowly started to gain a form, two separate monsters started to take the shape of a prince and the street rat. They let out a monstrous howl of rage and an aching wail of agony. A horrid cry from the girl, as colored metal cuffs her wrists. The whole city was engulfed into a dome of her intense power. Everyone couldn’t make a move, as Minako rushed at the girl. Raising her weapon, however, Aqila sensed it and her entire hair became full of fire and vanished before the girl made her move. Minako was stunned, but was thrown across the road as she felt a wave toss her body like a ragdoll. The others had to tag together to fight her, as Aqila’s sister could watch a reckless battle of Fire and Water/Ice. Everyone was dodging attacks and swipes, as the prince scurried away, as his other twin, Jasir, remained to watch the catastrophe that was made. Mona couldn’t help but breathe, grabbing her own and ran to her sister to help the girls. Sahil used her magic to turn any attack and debris into jewels, showering the ground with sparkling gems. Mona dodged every rushing destruction thrown, leaping from levitated boulders of the ground. Isabelle, holding Grim, faced him to the girl. As Grim threw a powerful burst of fire. Aqila’s hair became full of water as her entire body became liquid and swiftly dodged the attack. Freezing the ground as everyone slipped, as Aqila hair reverted back to flames. Staring at the fleeing prince, her body burst into flames and appeared in front of Jasminko. Her eyes deepened with pain, as Jasminko’s eyes filled with regret. “You claim you won’t hurt me, but that was such a disguise. You had already hurt me before…. I want to see how bad I can return the pain….” But Aqila felt her body lifted and thrown away. She spun to catch herself on her two feet, as she glared at the ones who threw her. It was Freya and Mona. They held their wands aimed at the girl, throwing another charge.

It was a fearsome battle, scorch burns everywhere, snow and freeze burns remains on the skin. But everyone felt tired, aware they cannot push their limits, but Mina still stood her ground. Watching her sister slowly deteriorate from pain, she ran towards her, dodging fire balls and icicles thrown to her, grounding the ground to shield her as she ran through broken ground plates. As she reached her sister, she threw herself into the girl embrace, hugging her as her arms have a mix of burns and freeze. “Let it go sister! You can’t stoop to his level! If you hurt him, you’re going to be like him!!!” She cried, Aqila's eyes softened. She let out tears as her face remained still. Her sister cried, holding her as she felt the air grew heavy. Choking her as she coughs, Aqila held her sister close. Embracing her as the air became lighter. Minako who was fighting an enraged street rat phantom, watched the creature vanished and plummet into the ground. Screaming in pain and outrage. As Estella, Isabelle, Tsukii, Haru, and Sahil were fighting the phantom of a prince saw it slowly melt away. As Aqila’s face grew lighter and lighter. As her hair slowly grew back to normal. But she fainted, dropping herself into her sister embrace as Mona regain the will to breathe the fresh clear again. Jasminko, who has saw this, stood up before being knocked down by a fist from Freya. “Stay away from her…. Got it?” The prince glared at her, as everyone began to leave the mess of destruction.

Back at the hotel Kalim offered everyone to stay, the girls set Aqila alone to a room with her best friends. Abbe promised to watch Aqila to see if she regains consciousness as Imira and Mona went to talk to the girls, the others fell asleep. But the stronger willed ones remain awaken. Imira ended up cracking, revealing the story of Aqila’s outburst. Answering questions, saying she is cursed with the eyes of evil. Only to see people sins and inner demons, all done by the prince who gave her the taste of the royal life only for her to run away from it all. Freya felt disgusted as it was all revealed, same for Minako, Sahil, and Tsukii. But they grew tense to a familiar face who found them. Just as the four about to throw hands, Imira held them back with her wings. “Relax…. It’s his brother, he’s harmless….” She replied. “I’m very sorry…. My brother should’ve known better…” he said, holding a book in his hands. He passed it to the group, “take this…. You might need it” he replied. “The hell is this?” Asked Minako. “It’s a spell book. One that has the eye of evil curse…. Look, I know I’m asking too much….. but, can you girls save her?… the curse, it’s killing her inside and…. I don’t want to be related to someone who made her wasted her life for. Please…. I promise to pay you all handsomely, name it and it’s yours. Jewels, rare items, name it. I just…..” he held his tongue. “I want her to live the life she wants….” He said. “I saw something you girls didn’t notice…. The curse, it’s furthering the process….” Everyone’s eyes widen to this. “When she overblotted, the cursed grew rapidly and infected her more, I know very well she is dying. The process is slowing down…. I tried my luck to find a reversal spell…. I had no chance…. But I can tell you are all the most powerful…. So please…. Help me return her life back…. The least I can do to help my brother….” He explained.

The task wasn’t going to be easy. Let alone a walk in the park. But granted, they have a prince begging for her safety. He was different from his heartless brother. He was honest and true. It was a new decision, plus, they were going to be paid b]very handsomely from the boy too. Well. Let’s see how good they can break the curse, before it swallowed Aqila whole to death.

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HOLY FUCK I FINISHED THIS AND BTW THIS IS LIKE THREE PAGES LONG/FIVE VIA MLA FORMAT

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EVERY GIRL ELSE IS MY MUTS OCS BTW

I SUFFERED WITH PAIN AYAHAHAHHAAAAA

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Switch ukyo and chrome from dr stone please

*delightful clapping* YESH! I love these two very much! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D I couldn't decide whether to write this romantic or platonic, so read it as you see fit :3

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@myreygn

“It was just so…incredible!” Chrome gasped out, tears in his eyes once more as he reflected on his very first trip in the hot air balloon. “I never knew humans could fly, you know? All my life I accepted that the only way I could see the world is by climbing the highest tree, or the tallest mountain- but that? That was so….”

“Life changing?” Ukyo smiled, something squeezing in his chest as he watched Chrome gush. It was like watching a little kid opening the presents Santa brought them; the joy in their eyes as they looked upon their dream gift. Even if the hand he had in it was one of thousands, he couldn’t help but feel a bit proud he was able to give Chrome something so magical.

“Yes!” Chrome sighed, shoulders relaxed with a happy hum. “I’m a little jealous- back in the modern world, people had access to planes and hot air balloons with ease. Did you like it the first time you went airborne?”

“Nope- I got sick almost immediately.” Ukyo grinned, laughing at Chrome’s shocked face. “To be honest, I’m still a little motion sick when it comes to the sky. That’s why I like doing groundwork.”

And I get to spend time with you. He didn’t say it outloud.

“Yeah, I gotcha.” Chrome nodded in understanding, puffing up with sudden pride. “Us groundwork people- we’re lucky! Sure- the sky team gets that breathtaking view, but we get to find all sorts of neat things! And we get first touch!” To prove his point, Chrome dropped into a squat, reaching into a bush before pulling out a shiny rock. “See what I mean?”

“Pretty. What is it?” Ukyo asked as Chrome tossed it into the collection basket.

“No idea. Senku would know though. Best guess I got is that it’s just a pretty stone, but someone ought to like it.” Chrome’s eyes glew then, a new idea taking form. “Hey- Ukyo; let’s play a game!”

“Aren’t we working though?” Ukyo asked, amused.

“We are- it’s like Senku always says: Science is fun and productive!”

“When has Senku ever said that?”

“I don’t know- maybe I dreamt it. Anyway-” Chrome waved him off, grinning with glee. “Let’s go look for more shiny rocks! Whoever finds the prettiest one wins.”

Ukyo hesitated. It seemed kinda…silly. Like something children would do. Not to mention they still haven’t found the oil- it seemed like a waste of time.

And yet…

“Oh okay.” Ukyo gave in, smiling when Chrome whooped. “But we’re staying within the area- if we go too far we’ll lose track of the sky team.”

“Fair enough- get ready to lose!” Chrome grinned over his shoulder one last time before diving into the wildlife, seeking out stones.

“Oh don’t worry- I’ve already won.” Ukyo said to no one, just a tad breathless.

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Stone hunting turned out to be quite the challenge.

The shiny one they found must have been a fluke- every rock either turned up earthworms or even uglier rocks beneath. Ukyo felt himself grow a tad frustrated at the lack of good stones.

Just a few paces away, he heard Chrome whoop in glee- most likely finding another shiny rock. Of course he had a natural knack for this sort of thing; he grew up collecting since he was likely a baby. Chrome was gonna sweep the floor with him.

Ukyo admittedly didn’t care if he lost- but he didn’t want Chrome to feel like he won by default either. He carried on searching.

Some time passed, and eventually Ukyo’s back was starting to ache from all the crouching. He went to announce defeat when he found Chrome kneeling with his back to him, studying a stray rock closely. He was so focused- tracing the shape with his eyes and swiping at excess dirt with his already stained thumbs.

So focused…and so vulnerable. Ukyo felt himself grin as he put down his basket, creeping over to the unsuspecting scientist.

“Is this…no, just a regular rock.” Chrome tossed it back into the bush, shaking his head in disappointment. “The pickings are slim to-DAHAHHAY!”

It was a dirty trick, but Ukyo had long lost interest in shiny rocks. Fingers danced along Chrome’s sides, pressing into his ribs and trailing along his belly, scratching through the fabric of his shirt. “What’s wrong? No luck with the rocks?”

“Ahehahahhahhahaha! U-Uhuhuuhuhkyo, you chehehahhahahater!” Chrome cackled, falling back and sending his collection basket rolling. “Wahhahahit, my treahahhahasures!”

“Don’t worry- we’re not on a slope.” Ukyo reached out with one hand to push the basket upright before returning to the tickles. “And I’m not cheating- I’m collecting a new stone. The Chrome Stone.”

“Yoohohoohu’d have to lohohoohoohhok soohohohomewwhhehehehere ehehehehelse for Chrohohohoohohmium! Ahehahahhaha wahhahhahahit- I miiihihihiihssed the johohohoke!” He cried, twisting and turning to escape the other man’s tickling fingers. “Stahhahahhap stahhahhahp gehahahhahahhahaha!”

“Mmm…nope. I don’t want to.” Ukyo grinned, even as he began to lighten up the touch. 

Big mistake.

Chrome- with a sudden burst of energy- twisted around and tackled him, sending them back into the grass. Before Ukyo could even react Chrome was tickling him, fingers flying across his belly and sides- sending riptides of laughter into the air around them. “Chrohohoohohohme whahahahhahait, I’m shahhahahhahhaharry!”

“Sorry, but sorry isn’t gonna save you now!” Chrome giggled, one hand moving up to Ukyo’s armpit while the other carried on drilling into the soft parts of his belly, making him squeal and arch. “You cheated in our game- and for that you must be punished Ishigami Village style!”

“Yohohohohoohou guuhuhuhuhuhuhys tihihihihiihihihckle eahhahahhahahachothehehehehher?” He wheezed out, too mirthful to get anything else out. “Thahahahhhahahat’s kihihihiihiihnda cuhuhuhhuhuuhuhuhhuuhte!”

“Cute? Oh no- we’re tortuous!” Chrome swept his hands up to Ukyo’s ears to make a point, pinching and pressing into them and his neck. “We make our bad villagers suffer!”

“CHROOHOOHHOOHOHOME!” A squeal ripped out of Ukyo’s throat, his laughter anew. He reached up to grab the other’s wrists, but his arms were jelly after a combination of rock hunting and tickles. He had no strength left. “PLEAHAHHAHHAHASE STAHAHHAHAHAP!”

“Do you admit defeat?” Chrome squeezed the base of his neck, earring a cackle.

“YEHEHEHEHHES!”

“Am I the stone finding champion?”

“OHOOHOHOHF COHOOHOHOHOURSE!”

“....Promise?”

“CHROOHOOHOOOHME!”

“Hehe, okay okay.” Chrome laughed as he stopped, watching Ukyo collapse beneath him- gasping for air. “That’s what you get for trying to cheat!”

“Fahahhair enough…what rocks did you find anyway?” Ukyo nodded at the basket nearby, forgotten in their game. Now it was Chrome’s turn to blush, a sheepish smile on his face as he scratched at his chin.

“Heh…so, you know how we were supposed to be looking for rocks? Well..I kinda got distracted.” He got up and dragged over his goodies, showing Ukyo the insides. The only rock within was the one they originally sighted. The rest was a variety of herbs, mushrooms, berries, and what looked to be a stink bug. “His name is Jerry.” Chrome answered Ukyo’s raised brow. “He wouldn’t get off the mushroom.”

“Pfft- I’m sure Francois will have a field day with that one.” Ukyo laughed as they stood, gathering up their things. “Technically you won; you were the one to find the shiny rock in the first place. Victory is yours.”

“How about we call it a draw instead? Then we’re both winners.” Chrome grinned, hiking up the path. “Besides, I got to spend the day with you. That’s a win in my book.”

He was too far ahead to notice the small inhale of air Ukyo took, nor did he see the soft smile playing on his lips after.

“Yeah…that sounds good to me.” Ukyo nodded before following along.

Thanks for reading!

[nella16]

His Partner In Eternity | Collector x OC

Warning: this chapter contains swearing, and stars basically injuring each other ( if followed from the start, you already know but yeah )

Ch11: Red Dwarf Dad

Filos was silent, until he chuckled, smirking sarcastically at Estoile " oh please ... dear child " he raised his arms " for millenniums .... I tried to open your mind, but too bad ... you never looked otherwise "

Estoile sighed, his hand grew longer to be a claw " I'm doing my duties ... "

Estoile quickly attacked him, who quickly shielded himself in an orange star shield, it didn't get destroyed, though having a huge cuts

" Though the Red-dwarf stars supposed to be in a distance from the bigger ones, you all do have a great durabilities, sadly not forever "

Estoile snapped his fingers from both of his hands, then a shiver ran through Filos' body, his shield fading away, causing him to fall to the ground

" My dear love ... " He smiled, chuckling, while Filos was breathing hardly, as his starry red blood flew, he stared at him coldly " Camael ... I won't be surprised if you used her .. you always lacked the understanding of others "

" I didn't, I just saw her doing it ... wish that I told her how gorgeous she was "

Suddenly he heard Filos coughing, as the blood flew more, " oh, you poor thing ... " he held him from the ground, looking at him with sympathy " being wild isn't the best for someone with an eternal life as you, isn't it? "

" You fuckin hypocrite .... piece of shit! "

" Now now, your vulgar language won't save you " he clenched him into his fist, making Filos scream from pain " I hope you didn't let such words out of your mouth in front of Collector "

Filos let his head down as a sign of giving up, at least that's what he wanted Estoile to think

" Now ... " he looked to the other side " I assume you have to be– "

Suddenly Estoile felt a sharp tip, digging into his back, looked back, and saw a bright orange arrow, into his back

He quickly looked at Filos, to find him raising his finger that glowed orange, looking at him triumphantly despite the pain

" Take it, bitch! "

Before Estoile could act, the arrow plunged deeper into his back and got out from his stomach, although no sound was made, but in an instant, Filos slipped out of his hand, causing the latter to fly quickly away

Despite...the line that was carved on his back, his bleeding started to ease a bit, despite the traces of blood on his clothes

STEPSTEPSTEPSTEP!

He heard a quick steps behind him, enough, he should use it

His eyes completely glew orange, using all what he had of powers to teleport himself, to another place, far away, his hideout lair

He fell down on the floor, tired " poor star ... " he panted " to think that ... he would be capable of seeing him again now .... "

He laid on his back, staring at the cupe beside him, seeing Collector check on Chalent & King, before getting back to sleep, and snuggle with the ... technically Titan girl, giving her kiss on the cheek then closing his eyes

" Take care of your fellas, my child ... " he crawled to the big bed behind him, resting his head on the pillow " if he caught one or both ... I would be there "

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The End

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January 17, 2023

It has been 325 days since I last posted here. Lots have changed. I went through some good character development this past year. Last school year I got friends and then I lost them, not in a bad way we just grew apart. Still sad though. But I also gained friends that I can't imagine I ever lived without. I started high school. Not a bad experience so far, think that's because I've started to get more confident and kinda glew up so yay. I've learned a couple things ab myself like I'm pretty sure I like girls and guys but I don't really wanna label myself YK. Nobody knows so consider yourselves special. I also met a guy. Crazy. He's a sophomore, I texted him first which is kinda sorta crazy. He's the nicest guy I've met and I really like him. But recently we've decided to be friends, not really what I want but I don't wanna lose him. Even though I'm not sure if I like him. Idk what's wrong with me. My anxiety has gotten way worse this year too. I feel like I'm always worried. I went to new york this year. Definitely life-changing. I miss it. Tbh idk why I'm writing this. Guess I just need to tell people things idk. Yeah, that's it ig. Like it says this is like my diary so yeah.

[ryuzakidemonprince]

Cass shook his head "n-no I can't leave him alone..."

Kabuto walks over after getting hus little to calm down "you cant defend him this time.. this is un acceptable behavior that needs correcting. I know this is hard to hear but he's made a mistake he needs to learn. And jack is right a being if light like you can't have this linger "

Cass sighed heavily. Nodding "here take this it will take you to the closest crystal cavorn I see many unicorns go there you'll be safe."

Cass took the amulet from kabuto nodding

Zeki sighed the fire in his chest calming down ad his tail swayed

"Nnn... "

Ryuzakis eyes glew as well he formed thick shadow chains on pitchs throat and wrists yanking him up. His voice grew deep ans demonically

" perhaps you have forgotten your place pitch. You may have been forged in darkness but I was BORN in it" he snarled shadows creeping up his neck and forming his shadow form he clawed open a portal to a realm that was nothing but pitch black a void.

"You need to have a time out." He snapped ar him and kicked pitch into the shadow realm.

💍 (Cuz it be funny xD)

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

Jack opened his eyes slowly. Ugh.. His head felt like it was about to burst, his stomach felt sore and his mouth was as dry as could be.

The boy curled up and groaned slightly to himself, he could not remember a thing.. All he knew was that this was the last time he would challange north to a shot competition.

Something didn't feel right tho, he could feel there was someone else in the bed... Hold on? Whos bed was this? He rolled over, staring into an unfamiliar face. The white haired boy sat up quickly, only to fall out of bed, noticing that he was naked, instead of one thing, a ring on his left hand.

[beldamdoll]

Steve Randle & Y/n Winston Imagine -

🤍🤍🤍

Then he kissed me

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1:23 - ─●──────── - 4:00

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Y/N WINSTON

The night fell fast, stuck in my book i didn't realise the time.

12:55am

With my parents being out of town leaving me with my brother Dallas, I could stay up longer than what I usually go to bed at. I didn't care, I was so invested in the book that I didn't realise I was already on the last page. I sighed out of boredom now. There was nothing on TV, I listened to all my music, and Dallas was fast asleep from working late.

I just broke up with a soc I was briefly going out with. It didn't last long, and it ended on bad terms.

I decided I should get ready for bed myself until I hear -

Tap...Tap...Tap

I run to my window, lifting it open to see Steve standing there with a large bottle in his hand, raising it up.

"Want to go for a walk?" he smiles up at me.

"Where and what are you doing here?" I smile down at him questioning before doing anything.

"That will ruin the surprise, please?"

"Does your mother and father know you're out this late?"

"They're out of town!"

"What about Soda?"

"I don't care! I want to hang out with you!"

"Fine..give me a minute." I walk away from the window, throwing clothes on, checking myself out in the mirror quickly. Getting excited trying to think where we are going to go, I haven't hung out with Steve. Just us two, what felt like ages, the excitement grew. I lock my door just in case Dallas decides to barge in like usual.

Balancing myself crawling out the window hanging onto the pergola Dallas built three Springs ago. I balance myself walking, trying to tell from the bush decor and the wood plates. All of a sudden, it shakes slightly.

"Shit! Shit!" I whisper, waving my hands, trying to get back my balance.

"My days be careful!" Steve swifts quickly holding onto the wooden planks hoping it would stop it.

"Oh, like, that's gonna work! I'm gonna have to jump!"

Steve couldn't even get a word out as I take a leap straight off landing in the grass on my side.

"Are you okay!?"

"That hurt, but i'm okay" I pick myself up with him helping me.

"Where we going?" I question at him as we start to sneak from the house.

"You know we might just get caught with your botched job you call a haircut." I laugh, standing up straight and walking down the street, heading toward the park. "Why are we here? it's freezing!" I complain as I forgot to bring a jacket.

"The Lot, I got to show you something" he grabs my hand leading me down the street.

We reach the park near the lot behind in a small forest.

"Here, take this" he pulls out a white rose hidden behind a tree "I remember you love roses especially white ones"

"Steve..." i awe smiling at him blushing as he takes my hand.

"Close your eyes, watch your step" he guides me in the direction of the lot before stopping "Okay now just walk where i lead you"

I still have my eyes closed as he gently pushes me forward and abruptly stops.

"Okay now just wait here"

I hear clanking noises and a brightness glew like trying to sleep out in the sun.

"Okay open them" he walks behind me again.

Fairylights in old mason jars. The old car seats draped with a nice blanket and a picnic blanket and basket with snacks, his favourite and my favourite vodka and cigarettes. I laugh to myself with a big smile on my face, looking around, not knowing what to say.

"What? No one has ever taken you to a hideout in a forest for a picnic before?"

I nod, no joking, still not knowing what to say.

"How do you feel about scary movies?"

I think for a second giving a grin, giving into it as i sit down on the old car seat as he pulls a string, revealing a large white blanket turning on the projector with the film rolling. The movie starts to play as he sits down next to me, lighting up a cigarette puffing on it, handing it to me.

"I never seen this one before..."

"Well, it is kinda new, The Lost Boys"

""What's it about?"

"You'll see"

"Jesus!" I look away into his shoulder as someone else agin get slashed on the beach during the movie.

"It ain't that bad," he laughs, holding my hand as I squeeze it tightly, cringing that I see more blood.

"I hate blood!" I gag looking back up, taking another swig of booze puffing on another cigarette.

🤍🤍🤍

STEVE RANDLE

I smile at her in awe at the movie. It was cute anytime her eyes grew or flinches. Squeezing my hand tightly, i feel like it was on purpose trying to smoothly hold my hand, but I let her.

"We can turn it off if you want?" I pull myself closer to her with our legs connecting.

"No, it's fine." she shakes her head. I laugh at it, seeing she doesn't know what to think about the movie.

Before i know it, the movie ends as the credits roll more songs play.

"So why did you drag me out here at 2am?" She moves closer to home face to face now, I can tell she's shivering from the cold.

"Just wanted to hang out with my best friend, we haven't in ages well alone," I answer as I wrap my jacket around her as she accepts.

"Yeah, sorry, I think going out with a soc was a bad idea." I see her picking at her nails.

"Yeah, some greasers and socs don't mix well" i puff the last of my cigarette.

"What about Evie?" she looks at me with slight confusion.

"Naw, she started to ignore me, not the greaser girl for me"

"I thought you didn't like greaser girls?"

"I thought you you didn't like greaser girls in that way?

"Well, some are different, and some are difficult"

"Like who?" she tilts her head at me.

"You," I gulp, not knowing how i am going to ask her what i'm about to say next.

"Excuse me? How?"

"No! Not that way, you ain't snobby, you ain't a pick me....you're so always confident in yourself, you manage to get along with anyone, you never back down, caring, funny, but you can be stubborn"

"Stubborn?!" she sounds offended, so I back myself up quickly.

"When you and Dallas fight you, don't talk at all until you want to. You're so headstrong. You aren't even afraid to hit each other." i laugh to myself. "You do this moody face even when you won't admit that you're in a bad mood. It's cute"

"I never seen you so soft before," she smiles up at me.

"Yeah, for the prettiest greaser girl," I tell her, my voice cracking slightly with nervousness.

"Wha-what?" she stutters.

I stand us both up holding both her hands, getting close to her that our noses nearly touch, we both could strong smell of tobacco and booze.

"I hope this don't ruin our friendship, but i've liked you for the longest time, it broke me when I found out you was with a soc, I didn't know why, even Soda got annoyed I was going on and on about it until i realised it was because I love you." I tell her so fast I stumble on words.

"You, you love me? Are you saying this cause we're tipsy?What about Evie?" she questions, not breaking eye contact with me.

"I don't care for her. What about Carl?" I shake my head, pulling her closer.

"Steve, I went out with him because Evie was all over you, and you seemed to like it."

"Y/n, you were with Carl. It made my heart ache and mad like i said it was horrible that it was just a distraction. She was all over me one day, and the next, she ignored me because she found out about you - that I am crazy for you. it's not cause we are half drunk. I know what i'm saying"

There i said it. I told her everything. Looking at her with her mouth slightly open in shock, not knowing what she's going to say next.

"Steve, after what you did here tonight and for me all the other years, I hope tonight wasn't just outta boredom." She gets closer, my face making my heart race.

"No, never not to you..." I whisper.

I cup her face, pulling her in, kissing her. I feel her kissing back as she wraps her arms around my neck, playing with my hair. I can feel her melt into me as i place my hands on her hips tightly. I break the kiss, asking one final question.

"Be my girl?"

"Yes, I will"

She gives me that beautiful smile. I pick her up, swinging her around. "I have a girlfriend! I have a girlfriend!" We both laugh, but the spinning got the best of me as i lose my balance with us falling over with me on top of her.

I lean down again kissing her more moving to her neck. I can hear her gasp and laugh as if it was tickling her. I go back up to her face as our lips meet again.

🤍🤍🤍

Y/N Winston

I was seeing stars as Steve kissed me again, breaking apart every few seconds with his fingers trailing down the palms of my hands as they were above my head.

Snap

"Did you hear that?" I look over at where the sound is coming from breaking the kiss.

Steve looks over in the direction. "It's probably a fox or a cat." he kisses my cheek as he pulls my face back in, gently kissing me more.

Snap Snap

"No, I'm serious. i can hear something."  I pull away again, looking out and back at him.

"It's alright. There's always foxes around here-"

Snap Snap Snap

A flash of light stings our eyes out of nowhere directly towards us with someone yelling at us.

"Freeze! Who's there!" We could see a tall man with a hat gun pointing at us.

"We're just kids!" Steve yells out shielding me.

"No!" My voice muffles from his jacket.

"Oh you got to be shitting me" the officer puts down his gun back into his holder.

Steve stands up first, pulling me up and pushing me behind him. Looking directly at the officer without moving.

"What on earth are you two kids doing out here in the middle of the night!? We all look behind us to see everything Steve set up but his eyes were more on the blankets and booze.

"Shit," Steve curses.

"Clean this up," he walks, looking at the fairy lights that were almost burnt out and empty cartons of cigarettes. He bent down, picking up the booze that was also quarter empty by now.

"You know underage drinking is a serious offence"

"Yeah, we know why do you think we drink out here?" I snap back, crossing my arms.

"Don't be so sarcastic girl! Where are your parents?"

"Out of town, both of them"

"Yeah, of course, my parents aren't here card, what's your name?"

"Y/n" "Steve" we both sigh, looking at each other.

"Again, keep being smart at me, and you'll be spending the night together in the cell. Now, what's your name first and last!"

"Y/N Winston," I sneer at him, keeping my cool.

"Steve Randle" Steve rolls his eyes, keeping close to me.

The officer rolls his eyes at me. "Don't tell me your Dallas Winston's sister and Aaron Randles kid?"

"Yeah...?" we both look at him, confused.

"Ah yes the greasers, I should've known when I saw the leather and denim jackets with those jeans, we keep a room specifically designed for you type of people nice to know you're taking after your brother" he looks us up and down with a dirty look.

Steve tries to back both of us up. "We weren't doing anything!"

"Get in the back of the car now! You're getting a warning this time, but next time, it's the cooler! Now, which house do you want to be driven to?"

We both look at each other when Dallas sees me with a police officer AND Steve. He will have to run and move to another town. I leave out a sigh.

"Mine, take me to my house- 1 Knoxville Drive, broken down car outside you can't miss it"

"I know where you live, I know your brother.." the officer replies, starting up the car.

The car ride home was dead silent, with Steve holding my hand the entire way back to my house. I knew we were in for deep shit when the officer started to walk out of the car, letting us out, following us from behind. He went in front of us, knocking loudly on the door.

"Do you want to wake up the entire neighbourhood?" I roll my eyes leaning against the porch looking at Steve, I can see tiredness and annoyance in his eyes. I brace myself as I hear cursing and footsteps down the stairs, and the door opens, revealing Dallas.

"Y/n? What is this shit? Steve!?" He looks at the officer, then to Steve, then to me.

Dallas and Steve have not gotten along much since a few weeks back when he was helping him and Sodapop with a car, he blew the exhaust engine. Things are really gonna turn to shit now.

"Found these two outside in the woods at The Lot, smoking and drinking and by the looks of it...really comfy I am givin em a warning...for now" He sneers at all of us walking away from the porch back to his car driving away.

I'm so tired and tipsy at this stage that I try to concentrate, but all I can see is the anger in my brothers face rising. I give one look at Dallas he stares at me and then stares at Steve.

"Run" Dallas gives him a head start before chancing after him.

I groan at the sight, seeing them run down the street.

"Awh Dally! Please don't!" I start to run down the street after them.

"Dally, it's not what it looked like, I promise you!" I see that Steve manages to run up to the porch of his house as I just catch up to Steve on the steps. "Nothing happened!" he raises his hands as if to surrender.

Dallas gets closer to him, but i stop him going in front of him, looking up at him with my tired eyes.

"Dallas, please, nothing happened"

He looks down at me then to Steve. "You promise me nothing happened?"

"I wouldn't lie to you." I always lie to him, but in this type of situation, I was telling the truth.

"Fine, I believe you two... get home now.."

"Can I say goodbye?"

He stops looking back up at us. I roll my eyes at him, crossing my arms. "Alone?"

"If you ain't home in 5 minutes, I'll drag your ass down the street," he accepts, walking away.

"Sorry about him," I sigh, rubbing my arms.

"It's alri, he's your brother he's gonna be protective, but you might want to calm him down about us,"

"Of course, will I be seeing you tomorrow?"

"First thing in the morning," he smiles, leaning down to me. Standing on my tipy toes wrapping my arms around his neck, I practically fall into him once again. I feel like I am sinking into him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I give a peck on his cheek, running down the steps to my house.

I realise I still have his jacket on as I came up to my house. I see Dallas sitting there smoking on the steps of the porch to our house. I smile, sitting next to him as he hands me a drag.

"Does he make you-" he stops briefly.

"Make me what?" I ask, looking at him.

"Does he make you happy?"  I see him cringe, asking the question every brother dreads asking his sister.

"Yeah, he does. He has been my best friend for years. Of course he does"

"I just don't want you hurt, you know? You're my kid sister, I know we don't usually show it, but I love yah, if i'm only one year older" he smiles pulling me in for a hug with me wrapping around him.

"I love you too, Dally."

🤍🤍🤍

Later that night I hear another tap tap tap on my window opening my eyes yawning opening the window to see Steve smiling.

"Hey" I smile sheepishly yawning leaning down to him.

He kisses me again. "Did I tell you that I love you?"

"Yeah, you've mentioned it to make conversation." I laugh, standing back up and letting him in through the window as he kisses me again.

"Shh.." I whisper not wanting to deal with Dallas again if he wakes up.

"I love you too"

[manachiichan]

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Note: This is a novel I had planned for a long time. This is a story is a work of fiction, and I never intended to somehow trigger anything traumatizing towards my readers.

Warnings!: Gore! Mentions of severe injuries, blood and death! Read at your own risk!

Chapter 1

(Stranger in the Crystal Forest)

In the universe, there are endless stars that are yet to be discovered...

Endless worlds that are yet to be explored...

Full of stories that are yet to be told...

A young man walked through a forest that resembles the shimmering hue of precious stones of a cave. His lustrous snowy-white hair glew a soft teal underneath the light, unkempt and messy. His cautious steps caused a slight crunched on the fallen leaves underneat his worned and tattered brown boots. His light gray coat flutters slightly as the breeze pass through the evening light casted by the lustering moon above.

His golden eyes scanned his surroundings. Seemingly trying to spot a specific item from the environment around him.

' I know its around here somewhere...'

The evernight bloom. A rare flower with only four petals altogether, shimmering and growing only during the night as its name has described.

And by his timing and proper observations of the cycles, it was said to be fully bloomed only by tonight. Now at present.

The white-haired young man treaded through the slippery slopes, almost falling himself. And through the endless glowing trees underneath the moonlight.

Securing his bag, he then stumbles upon his destination. A small clearing of a field filled with the very flower he was looking for. A smile formed on his lips at the marvelous sight of the flowers that resembles the endless sea of stars in the sky.

"Ack-!"

But just as he was about to approach, a small yelp was then heard from him as he slipped into a puddle.

"Ugh...What the..."

He winced, feeling a tingle of pain from his bottom, before feeling a slight damp on his hands. He brought his arm to his field of vision, wanting to inspect the substance that he fell on.

Blood...

'What...? Who...who does this belong to...?'

His hands trembled as his thoughts grew. His instincts had caused him to be on guard, searching through his surroundings for any signs of a possible threat. However, he was only met with silence with an occationally sounds of the forest creatures that rests nearby.

He glanced at the puddle and the now dried blood on his hand. His golden hues narrowed slightly as he observes, the blood was fresh, which means that whoever it belong to, was not that further away from him.

His logic told him to ignore the dread he was feeling, that it could had the possibility of that the blood could had belong to a wild animal that fought with a predator. But he chose to hide away such thoughts, since he knew the harst truth.

It was the blood of a person.

'They...must be injured...'

As soon as he had gathered his thoughts and resolution, He quickly stood up and looked at his surroundings, purposely putting his gathering for the evernight bloom on hold.

His sharp gaze soon notice the barely visible trail of blood, and the disturbance on the ground showing the recent foot prints of what seems to be a pair of boots and the paws of a huge beast.

'There...!'

His eyes landed on a small amount of blood that was even splashed on the four-petaled flowers.

'Seeing how the stain is still damp, that person may have not gone too far.'

The young man started sprinting, his excellent vision quickly following the trail, even slightly flinching when a branch scratched his cheek.

Eventually, he soon came across to a lycanthrope like beast. His eyes widened as he slightly gagged at the brutal scene. The corpse was slashed open from the stomach up to the neck, its left arm was severed along with its foot.

Seeing that the blood was still flowing down from wounds, he deducted that the beast breathe its last not long ago.

He took a step backwards, glancing at his surroundings before following another trail. Abandoning the beast's corpse, he resume his search for the person who had caused it's death.

But luck may have been on his side as the said person was a yards away from him.

Leaning on one of the jewel trees was a young man around his age, perhaps even a few years older. With a mop of brown hair, darkened and damp due to blood, his black cloak was tattered and ripped, seemingly as if he was nearly mauled by the beast. Considering the unconcious male's wounds were still fresh and the beast corpse being a few yards away, Such a ferocious encounter must have happened a few minutes ago.

"Oh, dear stars..."

The white-haired male muttered in disbelief, seeing how fatal the injuries were. If not treated at once, he could die. He immediately removed his coat revealing his navy blue vest over his long sleeved white button up shirt, before putting pressure on to the wounds in hope of stopping the bleeding.

The unconcious male groaned in pain, in which he took in as a sign to hurry.

Without even showing any signs of struggling, he lifted the wounded man before making his way back to the cottage he was currently occupying. He must treat him right away.

After all, that was, he is... A healer...

The young man lets out a groan as he slowly opened his eyes, his crimson-red eyes meet a blurry view of what's before him. But as soon as he regained consciousness, his pointy ears twitched as He was then on high alert when he noticed his surroundings.

It was a small well-maintained bedroom.

A desk was located on the side of the bed he was laying on, and various plants, both dry and fresh, were kept in jars and organized in accordance on a massive shelf in the surrounding corner. The contents of the open book on the desk next to him caught his crimson eyes as he cast a suspicious glance in its direction.

The page shows explicitly the research about a four petaled flower with a color of unblemished purity and transparent stem, the Evernight bloom, its effects and drawbacks, and how to prepare various medicines with it.

He then observed that his upper top was folded on the chair, and dried blood covered the cloth, and he couldn't help but look at where his injuries were.

He has fresh bandages neatly wrapped tightly over his exposed head and well toned upper torso. Given that they were able to stabilize his condition, whoever discovered him must have had a strong first-aid background. Nevertheless, from what he could recall. Except for the animals found in the dazzling forest, there were no habitations on this planet.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed as he twist his head to hear approaching footsteps, his long pointed ears again, twitching at the sound. Who is it? It is most likely the person that took care of him for a bit. But just in case it isn't, it's better to still be on guard. He still doesn't know if this stranger that helped heal him could be trusted. His glaring gaze heightens when he sees a mess of white hair entering. A young man?

"...A-Ah! You're awake, are your injury-"

The white-haired male stops his stammering when he sees the hostility and distrust in the daunting red eyes of the person occupying his bed.

The injured now turned to where his gaze landed, the white-haired male followed down to see that the crimson eyes are gazing at the tray of medicine his holding. He flinched when the eyes of bleeding red glowered at him suspiciously.

Despite the older having sustained critical injuries and in bed, it's almost amazing how the atmosphere around them makes the white-haired boy feels like there are blades ready to attack him any second, ready to attack him with the same shade of red as the brunette's eyes. He feels a cold sweat running down the back of his neck just the thought of it.

"Who...-"

The white-haired man flinches at the sudden stern voice, "-...are you...?"

The young boy's eyes shake in fear at his tone, it doesn't even sound like a question, it's more so like a demand. As he doesn't want to take any chances until he is satisfied that the environment he is in is secure and less suspicious, hostility is still on high alert.

The young man takes a visible gulp. He reminded himself that this was the same person who took down the beast while injured. And he can do it again, if he ever made a slight mistake.

"I-...my name is Caspian, I-"

Caspian stuttered as he introduce himself, before he then walks over to his desk and placed the tray of medicine. He takes a breath and turned towards the brunette.

"You see, I found you out there in the forest...injured. I'm assuming that you got attacked by one of the monsters lurking around, yes..?"

The Injured man's eyes widen a bit at this.

"You...you're the one that patched me up...?"

His irises went normal before quirking a brow towards Caspian. He moves a bit before flinching as a sudden strike of pain hits him. He looks up at the young man and observes his appearance.

Caspian has crystally white shinning hair with teal hues due to the light emitting from the window are all tangled and soft in every place. His skin was light, almost looking ghostly pale. His cheek even had a small patch of bandage. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt yet Matthew could clearly see bandages covering his wrists. Was he injured himself? Deciding against pondering about it too much. Despite his age, Caspian is a rather tall one but is not as tall as him. However, given how lanky he was, it seemed like his physique would horrify any bodybuilder.

After all, it has horrified himself...

Noticing his crimson eyes observing his appearance, Caspian fidgets at this as he waves both hands towards him timidly.

"Oh! Please don't misunderstand, I'm not planning on harming you at all!"

Not that he was capable of harming someone who seems to be a skilled warrior, but that was the least of his worries. Matthew is taller and much more muscular than he ever was, looking as if he can take down a person even with his injuries.

As he says that, he starts showing his hands both back and front, even showing the clothes he wearing is simple and harmless to not hide anything by tugging both his sleeves and pant legs, even emptying any pockets to show nothing. Proving he is innocent and means no harm towards him.

But the older one doesn't say anything, as his gaze is now locked on Caspian's eyes. The patterns of a certain reptile, the lights emitting from the golden shines of yellow on his shimmering eyes.

Is he perhaps...a hybrid..?

'There's no doubt about it..'

The brunette thought. He can see it all, his eyes show Caspian's true intentions. He shows his innocence and just wants to help heal him better. Otherwise, there is no point in him bringing him here instead of just leaving him to die in this godforsaken place of a forest the moment he saw him unconscious.

As he concluded this, he looks away for a bit as his messy hair cover his eyes. "Matthew..." He mutters quietly.

"...I'm sorry...? Matthew...?"

Caspian ask, with a tilt of his head to make sure he heard it properly from the older brunette.

"Matthew...is my name.."

He says as he now looks back toward Caspian's direction. Caspian's eyes widen when the once glaring gaze of hostility now disperses with now a soft one filled with gratitude and warmth, a small smile appearing on Matthew's face.

"Thank you...I would have died if you hadn't saved me.."

At the sudden thanks from the brunette, Caspian's golden eyes widen. He sighs in relief as his anxiety calms down as the atmosphere around them does the same.

'He seems...rather nice..?'

As Caspian placed the tray onto his desk, Matthew spoke up.

"Although, may I ask... What were you doing in that forest...?"

Matthew couldn't help but ask. It may seem like a harmless question, but his instincts told him otherwise. He just had to know as he was told before his departure that the planet he was currently on has no residence whatsoever.

But seeing Caspian's existence proves him otherwise. The boy visibly flinched as he struggled to think of a passable answer.

"I... Well...Um..."

"Ah... It wasn't my intention to pry... But I was told that none but the wildlife resides on this planet."

Matthew assured him, giving him a small smile hoping to ease the younger male's growing hesitation.

"I'm sorry... It seems that I had overstepped my boundaries..."

"Oh no, you aren't!"

Caspian suddenly turns around to face him, his expression showing distraught.

"My situation... Is quite complicated. But I decided to live on this planet a few months ago...."

Caspian could only swallow his saliva as his anxiety grew. He hope for Matthew to never know as he was merely a stranger and the last thing he ever wants is to get him involved with his problems...

"I see it's something personal..."

Matthew merely nodded, understanding that the situation was something the white-haired male couldn't speak with casually.

"Can I ask? How long I had been unconcious?"

"I found you fallen on a crystal tree... And it had been forty-six hours since then..."

Caspian hesistated to continue, seeing the look of worry on Matthew's face.

"Your injuries are quite severe... I think you should stay in bed for the majority of your healing process."

Caspian quickly went to change the subject.

"I suggest a full month, You nearly died with those wounds..."

"No, I can't..."

Matthew's crimson hues widened to their full size, hearing the number of days he has to spend just to recover.

"I'm sorry but I must go as soon as I can.."

"No wait..."

Seeing the injured man's attempt to leave the bed, Caspian rushes to his side before gently pushing him back down.

"You might reopen your wounds...! I just stitched them a few hours ago...!"

"You don't...understand..."

Matthew found himself unable to focus his gaze as his vision darkened with black spots and soon slowly started to spin.

"What....?"

"I'm sorry but... you left me with no choice..."

Caspian's apologetic look was the last thing he saw as he soon loses his consciousness.

The younger boy managed to catch his head and laid him on the pillow. The teal glow on his hands soon dispersed seeing that his patient had now fallen into a deep slumber.

That's right... Caspian had used his healing magic on Matthew. But he prefer on not using them...

Certain memories flashed through his eyes as this made him clenched his fists...

He refuse to acknowledge his own gift.

After all it was the reason of his own downfall...

Either way, he is still eager to study medicine. No matter what his elders had said, he will still persue the art of healing. He after all, dislike violence. Caspian glanced at the open book on his desk then to his patient. Thinking of the next course of action he should do now.

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[tallomere]

Waltzing Memories, 2023, 932 words, Biröst/Eindle

Eindle had come all this way, and he was now hesitating. The small alcove of the beach, shrouded from the outside world by tall trees and dense forestry, was cast in a blanket of deep midnight. The sand shone silver. Ankle deep in the sea stood the deity Biröst.

Eindle wasn’t sure if he had been noticed, so he reached his bow. His mission was to investigate, not to confront… Yet knowing he should, he could not find the strength to step away. He only moved to reassuringly reach for his quite frightened familiar- who’s jellyfish silhouette grew transparent in the moonlight. Eindle, too, felt his emotions rise, and curse grow stronger. What emotion was causing it? Fear? Anticipation? Or…

And then Biröst turned. Eindle had been noticed since the beginning. His long hair was deep against the backdrop of sand, caught and dancing in the night wind, the antlers on his head cold and shining. If he were human and encountered on this beach, Eindle thought, one could mistake him for a person of the sea that learned how to walk.

Alas, he was not- the force of nature stared at him, unblinking. It struck Eindle in that moment that he should leave. By all means.

As he turned around, the small, carefully woven tunnel made of branches and vines that he had so delicately and quietly entered the alcove from was now overgrown, impassable. The knight could only glance back at the now approaching figure. Approaching. Were his intentions…?

Biröst only held out a hand. Eindle’s familiar, if it had a mouth, would have shrieked from surprise and terror.

As Eindle turned, hardly there, searching for any intentions in Biröst's expression, waiting for the inevitable… he felt possessed to take it. And after a moment of internal conflict, Eindle reached with his own hand, finding it grew more visible the closer it got to Birost.

His hand wasn’t cold, as Eindle expected. Rather it was lukewarm- like someone who was sick, who’s body couldn’t afford to warm its extremities. Unmarred, yet not soft. Not yet able to meet Biröst's eyes, Eindle stared at the sculpturesque hand as he was led from the trees, onto the surface the white sand. Ah, perhaps I have made a fatal mistake…

Gently, without reason, Biröst began to dance with him.

Eindle had learned formal dancing as part of his training. Crowlas insisted “A knight is not without his sensibilities!” or something along those lines. Biröst's movements were languid, inexperienced, and almost curious as they waltzed across the sand. Stepping gently across the surface of a calm tide, leading Eindle into classical routine, hand on his own hand and waist. And it was silent.

The knight mustered his courage to look up at Biröst. Face all stone and unreadable as it was in that church, on that day. Unreadable, yet… His eyes held a sense of questioning, of being lost.

He lost sight of those eyes as he was dipped, not violently. Eindle felt as if he were a doll, being danced instead of dancing. Perhaps dancing with was an improper classification.

Against his profile the water’s curves bent the light of the glowing jellyfish- Eindle swore they were not in the sea when he arrived. The jellies glew a soft blue-white, illuminating the waltzing two, as if they had adapted over thousands of generations for that single fleeting purpose.

It continued on. On, and on they danced, as if he had learned this waltz a long time ago and simply forgot.

At some point, he lost sight of Biröst, the firm touch of his hands had disappeared without notice, but he continued to dance. It was as if the white sand went on forever, an illusory stage for his own. He only came to himself as he knelt down, his choreography finished.

His shoes were wet. His legs were wet. He was kneeling in the shallows. He recoiled, searching for Biröst, but the mysterious individual was nowhere to be seen. And when Eindle then looked for an escape, he noticed the now left behind cleared path back away from the alcove.

The knight’s jellyfish approached, reaching out a tendril, seeming concerned. Eindle shook his head.

“No, I am fine… Do not worry, friend.”

Yet his familiar protested. Standing up, sand (that had not been waterlogged) cascaded down Eindle’s uniform, catching moonlight.

“What’s wrong…? I’m not hurt …Ah,”

Eindle only now grew aware of the tears that were falling down his cheeks.

“When did I…?” It wouldn’t stop.

“Eindle…?” Familiar voices echoed from the vine-filled passage leading to the beach.

He couldn’t answer, searching for a piece of fabric on him that didn’t have sand or salt on it to dry his face with. His familiar tried desperately to assist, but a jellyfish (kin of the sea) can only do too much, and…

“Eindle! There you are! We were looking all over for you…” Zhen’s look of relief and worry became only worry as the hidden knight turned to face him, the face he possessed almost frantic.

“Sorry, I… don’t know why…”

He was soon crowded around. Perhaps Crowlas grew worried when he didn’t return on time. Eindle learned, soon after, that he was several hours past due. He eventually stopped crying, unsure of what spell came over him, and he and the other knights returned home. As they left, the passageway of mangrove silently overgrew behind them.

A "write a song" challenge of Waltzing Memories.

Silent in the night magic in the light

Haunting like a dream, peaceful and serene

Floating on the water

Eyes of ocean blue hiding in the dunes

Smiling in the sunshine, crying in the dark night

Whispers on the water

Dancing with the moon, stars fall 'til morning

Softly, a voice sings

Gently, sweet, reminding

Waves of golden hue fly far above me

Was it truly you? Or was I only dreaming?

Gently and sweet, softly reminding

Gently the sea will always remind me

[jjkyaoi]

you guys know about the whole "clara being tommy's mother" or "tommy being a galaxy child" au?? yeah well, i yelled about it w my friends on discord and we came up w the idea of tommy having fucking star freckles on his cheeks, or his shoulders or, anywhere because he's the child of the galaxy, and these stars glow according to the emotions he's feeling, and let me tell you when i say i went fucking ham i mean i went fucking ham.

—tommy's stars glow really bright yellow whenever he's happy, and he looks like a human highlighter, and it's very hard to hide. whenever wilbur would compliment him on his stars he'd always whine and try to hide his face because it was "embarrassing", but wilbur would always pry open his hands and smile at him gently and go, "why are you hiding? i wanna see your pretty stars". and tommy would always glow so bright because of that.

—he was bullied in the past by his peers because of his abnormalities, used to be made fun of because he wasn't normal — because he wasn't like the other kids, and so he got to a point where he was ashamed of how he looked and always tried to hide his stars with makeup, but the light would always glow through according to how he felt. until he met tubbo, who was fascinated w how he looked, who looked at him with awe instead of hatred, who always asked questions that didn't hold spite or hatred or disgust, and whenever he glew tubbo would always look at him like he was the most precious thing in the world. tommy would always ask him if he hated his stars — hated his abnormalities, and tubbo would always go, "no. why would i hate something to perfect about you?"

—an addition, whenever tommy's sad his stars would glow blue, and whenever tubbo would find him like that he'd always go all soft, and he'd ask in a very soft voice, so full of care and love, "who made you all blue?" and when he wouldn't answer tubbo would take it in stride, beginning to compliment things he loved about him, beginning to talk about how much he loved tommys stars, how cool they were, how unique and pretty and lovely they are, and tommy would always end up glowing the brightest, brightest yellow.

—after the exile, however, tommy's stars begun to dim. they began to slowly fade, like they were loosing their color, and they turned into a charcoal black and the more his stars dimmed, the more tired he got. they would occasionally flicker with color, whenever he felt something on the days he wasn't so alone, but it was always just for a second and it wasn't ever bright. it looked like they were broken, because he was broken.

—before techno and tommy's pit fight, when wilbur was taunting him, he looked at his bright red stars from anger, and laughed at him, turning to techno to whisper, "look at how red he is! his ugly fucking stars, they're so vibrant! he's so upset!" and tommy felt..so ashamed, because wilbur always taught him that his stars were something to be cherished, were something to be loved because they "shined as bright as he did", and he always encouraged him whenever he felt bad about them, but here he was, taunting him about them.

—whenever tommys injured, his stars sort of flicker like a broken light, dying out and becoming a pale white, looking as injured and broken and he does. after his duel with dream, when he lost, he was laying in the grass with broken, dully flickering stars, wilbur leaning over him and desperately begging him to stay awake, yelling at him that he couldn't go to sleep — not yet, not ever, and when he saw his stars..his stars that were slowly flickering out, just like he was, he begged him through tears: "show me a color, tommy, show me something. show me something, do — glow for me, tommy. glow for me, please."

—tubbo would always make it a game to count his stars - count how many of them he had, and he'd always ask questions about the colors they changed when he did that, always asked what the colors meant, and tommy never felt more appreciated. he never felt more loved that tubbo cared so much.

—dream wasn't so fond of his stars, during the days of his exile. they didn't glow much so it wasn't a problem, at first, but whenever they did — even if it was faint, barely noticeable, dream would look at him like he was a monster, like he was repulsive and disgusting to even be around. dream would always scold him whenever his stars grew, always laugh at him whenever they glowed blue (sadness), or red in anger, and always scoff whenever they turned yellow in happiness, until eventually he had enough. he came up to tommy with a mask — a white smiley face mask, telling him to put it on because he: "couldn't stand to look at his ugly fucking stars anymore. it's for the best. i'm doing what's best for you and everyone else, tommy."

—when techno visited him for the first time after the exile, laughing at him and bragging, he hadn't stopped because tommys freckles were growing red — his stars were only red, so he'd thought he'd just pissed him off a little, but while he was following him down the mine, laughing and taunting, tommy whipped around with bright, bright blue stars, that were flickering and vibrant and so sad, yelling at him through tears to just "go away!" techno stopped. he went silent. he didn't ever like when tommy was sad. he didn't ever like when his stars were blue. he went back home without saying anything, and didn't come back for a long time.

—phil always cherished tommy's stars, as well. he'd always brag to his friends about how cool his kid was, about how wonderful and unique he was, and whenever tommy was feeling bad about his freckles he'd always be the one in his corner. he used to call him his "little shining star".

—tubbo had a whole notebook dedicated to studying tommy's stars, he would write down little things he figured out or just things he liked, or he'd just ramble about how pretty they are, and when ghostbur gave tommy the compass as a gift in exile, he also gave him the notebook. tommy always reads over it at night, and even if he's read over it a million times before, it's the only thing that makes him feel — it's the only thing that makes his freckles glow the yellow in happiness that tubbo always liked.

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

What if part 1

Part 2 already out

unfort my bes writing comes from the places i hate the most so heres a y/n x loki what if they were the ones who went to vormir instead of dying in the hands of thanos on htat ship through bdsm kink lmao

The ground was cold, it can’t be you restocked the fuels yesterday it can’t be this cold again your terrored. The explosion grew louder as screams followed, in flashes you questioned how fast and how easy it was for him to get you kneeling. Thanos choking the life of the man you loved. His lifeless body in his hand as if he were no more than a bug to him. 

You screamed and begged for him to get up, change his colour or flinch but nothing. The aliens, Thanos’s children brought a spear to your chin as you muttered the words “....I will kill you.....” 

“Careful my child, you must really watch which end of the stick you are on.” Thanos said lifting up the spear so you could look at him. Thanos grabbed your chin with his dried hands. Using his thumb to smear away the blood drooling down from your nose cheeck to lip. “Shame, much potential but loyalties lies elsewhere and I cannot risk such a thing.”

Thors muffled screams stayed in the back as the alien got into position to kill you. as he tried to strike you a green flash appeared infront of you and you closed your eyes before just seeing black. 

“Hello there, you are awake great that means the sedative must be working already, Im sorry I can’t get to you physically and it must be my hollographic form but there are just more urgent matters to attend to.” you slowly wake up to a voice with a strange accent you’ve never heard before. 

“Before any questions for a brief my name is Shuri welcome to Wakanda, there is a war unwrapping outside if you were wondering-.” You glared at the blue hologram talking to you that seems to be focused its vision on something else. 

“Hi, uhm Shuri asked me to check on you are you alright ?” A soft voice came from the door you never noticed. You grabbed the decorative spear in the room and pointed it to her. 

“Who are you, where, how did I get here.”

“My name Wanda, a god named Loki who is down on the field fighting brought you to us from Avengers campus, well to Rodhey, so well we thought why not bring you along as well since its Loki who did the mistake and your still a life.” She started rambling.

“Where is my husband.”

“Be calm Y/N we heard you were pregnant and Loki made sure to the healers to save both of you so I suggest you stay on the table.” Wanda lifted her hands as it glew red. You knew this wasn’t someone worth messing with especially when your not at your full strength. “Loki is down on the field fighting.”

“I just want to see what going on.” You breathed out, and if you heard right you wanted proof of what she was saying, “Since the last thing I remembered was having my husband choked to death I find it hard to believe he is down there fighting.” You turned the staff back to a straight position. 

“Right come here, if your willing to put the stick down.” Wanda used her magic as you felt a force pull the stick out your hands. You followed her through a dark hall hesitantly sort of regretting that you left the staff in the other room already, but a light followed the end of the tunnel and you were amazed by the view the window gave to the fields down below.

But unfortunately only blood and chaos covers and follows those fields. You get flashbacks as you see the same aliens that first attacked your guards and defenses on the ship you were before comming to earth.

“How much longer Shuri.” You hear from the same accent that Shuri had but from a man. 

“I need more time brother, Ive barely begun.” She rushed swipping through the screen as the droid laid in discomfort.

“You might want to pick up the pace.” the voiced replied back.

“Whats going on.”

“Thanos you know a man named Thanos ? He’s comming and thats his army, and he’s comming to get that so if you aren’t going to do anything.” Wanda started to argue.

“I did not mean to argue. I understand the stakes at hand Wanda.” You tried to calm her down as you got close to Shuri, “Thats an infinity stone you can’t get it out so easily as easy as it may have been put in.” 

“I know that.... but I have developed new reprogramming, since the vision is more that just the program of a robot and the soul energy comming from the stone. The synapsys is a whole new level of complicated you wont understand and I do not have the time to explain how I am trying to-

“Reprogram the synapsys collectively.” You said raising an eyebrow.

“Impressive, but I would not find more impres in having you guard the door. If anything decided to happen.

“WERE RUNNING OUT OF MEN WE NEED MORE REINFORCEMENTS.”  A different voice appeared.

“Wanda, I know you may not trust me, but I am a skilled fighter, I am-was asgard General in the royal guard. Go help your friends.” You reassured her as she kissed the hand of the man she loved and fled. 

You grabbed a staff Shuri guided you to as you swilred it around your hand to get the comfort of it, somehow it felt lightweight yet heavy as if it were made out of uru. The metal that shaped your original spear. 

Soon as Wanda left you used your charm to change your clothes and help shuri sketch out a guide to help her find the synapsys wires to reprogram. But as you nearly sketched to the end of the entire process you saw two gaurd fly to the glass window behind you. 

You swiped away and saved the sketch for Shuri to follow, and hooked the spear with your foot to your hand. You saw the same alien that nearly killed you on the ship and got to your fighting position. You ran towards the alien and slid down striking the spear sideways to attack it, falling into an intense battle with the staff your main goal was to make sure the alien went no where near the vision and Shuri as she tried to finish the goal. 

At a moment the Alien caught your offgaurd and blasted his spear causing an explosion in the lab. But luckily only the left side of the room was affected, you tried to fight the alien off, but difficult as you weren’t in your natural state and you were weilding a different weapon confused on another planet. 

No matter it is nothing you haven’t done before, when you weren’t pregnant you heard a voice pop into your head it was not even close to yours, Loki you thought hes alive. 

Distracted with the voice the Alien used the momentum of it to flip you to the ground but you bounced back and impaled it. Underestimating its power it pushed you out the glass as you broke through and fell backwards, you saw the alien used the spear in her and threw it at Shuri you slowly fell down as you excepted the faiths as it was but then you saw the two standing men left in the lab you fell out faster than you did. You saw the android push away the alien off him as he used his momentum to fly to you and catch you. He used what was left of his powers to fly but barely made it as you both landed roughly on the ground, but bothing you both haven’t felt before. 

You went for the stomach to see if there was any bleeding but the androids arm just without hesitation went to comfort you and say, “My scans show no internal bleeding to you and your fetus, you need not worry.” 

“Thank you, but....” Your vision went back to the alien that was running towards both of you, “I’m not the one you should be worried about.” You grabbed a near by log and used it to block his strike as you used the last of your strength to throw a heavier log towards him. You scavanged for the spear you had earlier and blocked another strike he had comming, you slide it upwards and blocked another strike and continue to do so until you got a slice into his face and managed to kick his body to the ground, you were trying to catch your breath. 

A green blast caught your eye as you hoped it was Loki winning a spare, but with that moment the alien tackled you to the ground as you held the spear with your life rolling away. The Alien thought he should end it once and for all as he used the dull part of his stick to roll you further away. When the spear tried to impale you, you used yours to divert it away as the alien kicked the spear awsawy from your hand he tried to impale you again but failed as a force tackeled him aside. 

There he was, a tall blond man slightly smaller but similar to Thor, body shape wise and body hair wise. You catch your breathe as you faced back to vision and try to lead him to a safer place. “You don’t know me and yet here you are risking your life for me.” 

“You saved mine as well and any side that isn’t theirs is obviously mine.” You smiled as you looked at the unfinished job that Shuri left and tried to finish it with your magic. 

But 10 seconds in vision stopped you from continuing, “The captain- help h-hi-him.” his voice statics as if he is loosing power. 

You faced back to the captain to see he is loosing to the alien and is about to get impaled, you grab your previous spear and run towards the alien and run it through him insantly as he dropped his spear to the side and you throw him away.

You knelt down as the pain coursing your body finally took play, both charmers finally came to the hill you were on, a green light floated towards you as red floated towards vision as love comforted the tired of the hill.

“How are you stuborn as hell.” Loki said bringing you into his arms.

“How are your alive...” You say cupping his face and kissing him.

“You’re alright maam.” Captain america breathed out. “You fight good too... earth might just have a place for you...”

“No- were not fighting any of your battles... Just this one.”

“Loki-

“No, you see what they have done to Thor... they-

The upraging fight was cut short by the sound emitting from Vision screaming in pain as the stone on his head glew bright. 

“What- what is it whats happening...”

The awaited storm came “He’s comming, He’s here.”

you know what happens next :”D

also none of the gifs are mine so <3 cred to those