#i think i should get into woodcarving...

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okay, my plotting

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post ankle-twisting clarity

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Hi what do u think the creepypastas hobbies would be?

I chose random characters if that's okay. Thanks for the request :)

Toby, Jeff, and Eyeless Jack Hobbies:

Toby 🪓:

Toby loves woodcarving.

In his spare time, he carves animals with a pocket knife and gifts them to some mansion residents like Nina or Ben.

He likes hatchet throwing for obvious reasons. Toby has gained nice biceps from throwing hatchets.

Toby draws. Though he's not the best artist, he can draw pretty decently. He mostly draws abstract or cartoonish drawings.

He likes walking and exploring the forest, collecting rocks, pinecones, and sticks.

Toby also likes photography. He takes pictures of animals around the forest like deer, raccoons, ducks, etc.

He enjoys playing video games with Ben and Jeff. He may not be the best at them but enjoys them.

Jeff🔪:

Jeff also does woodcarving. Sometimes, he and Toby carve together or make each other little figures.

He is a workout type of dude. Jeff cares about his appearance, especially his body. He works out a lot. He has many dumbbells in his room. Jeff's weight lifts the most he can lift is probably 50 to 100lbs.

Jeff also likes boxing to take out his anger and stress.

Jeff plays video games with Ben and Toby. He enjoys beating Toby but rages when Ben beats him.

Loves listening to music. He enjoys rock bands like Mcr, PTV, The Cure, etc.

Jeff also enjoys watching horror films and makes fun of the dumb protagonist. He's like, "What are you doing RUN!". Yeah, he yells at the TV.

He plays the electric guitar and practices his favorite songs. He usually plays when he's alone because he doesn't want anyone to know.

Eyeless Jack🫘:

Jack enjoys reading. His favorite books are non-fiction, mystery, and thriller with the occasional romance. Yeah, he likes love stories.

However, he still reads medical books about the human body.

He is a writer. Jack is currently writing a book, which is a mini-series about a detective.

Jack also likes working out. His workout buddy is Jeff. They both encourage each other to do better.

He is a fan of astronomy and loves stargazing. Jack also knows all the constellations. Not many of the creepypastas know that about him. Pls ask him about the stars or constellations, he would be so happy to tell you everything about them.

Jack likes cooking. It reminds him of when he was human. He gets so happy when the creepypastas ask him to cook or compliment his food. However, he can't eat any of it because it makes him sick he can only remember how it tastes.

He likes playing checkers and chess.

Should I make a pt2? Have a nice day/night :)

[sillygoofyqueer]

about liu qingge breaking swords that wei qingwei replaces!!! i can imagine so well they start this "project" where wei qingwei wants to create a standard disciple sword (so like a sword that doesn't have to be chosen) that is almost unbreakable in the face of battle so it can be used safely for disciple missions without them having to fear it breaking willy nilly, and he's tasked liu qingge to use it in all kinds of situations to see where it holds up!

it's a long and difficult process so eventually people start worrying about why the bai zhan peak lord is fighting giant beasts with just an iron sword

YESS YES YES YES!!! Liu Qingge receiving different comments about whether or not he's lost Cheng Luan, and getting slowly more frustrated until it all culminates in him standing up during a peak lord meeting, throwing Cheng Luan onto the table and loudly announcing "I HAVEN'T lost my sword." before just flopping back down into his seat, with Wei Qingwei giving him a supportive thumbs up from where he sits next to the man. Neither of them elaborate. I'm going to start very mini rambling now, because I'm eepy and this man is always on my mind. I think that WQW actually gets really excited whenever someone damages or breaks their weapons because "Ooooh, I was hoping to upgrade this thank you SO much for this!" as though they're doing him a favour rather than giving him more work to do. He often spends a lot of his time upgrading weapons and working on random different designs, whipping out the most intricate, tiny swords to like...I don't know, file his nails. Despite both the previous QCP lord's and Mu Qingfang's best attempts to explain to WQW that he should NOT arm his disciples until they have the sword techniques down with the practice swords, WQW has gained his shizun's enthusiasm with arming children - the only difference was that he doesn't let them use their real weapons with one another, instead just sparring with him. So he takes on the brunt of stab wounds and shit. He just likes making things, alright?? I really love to think that this guy could definitely put effort into other kinds of art, but he really loves the physical labour that can be put into making weapons specifically - from personally mining and finding the metal ores to breaking them down and turning them into something gorgeous through his effort alone! He would also quite like clay/sculpting for that reason, but he's a lot more shy about that one (he has a secret little kiln that he fires everything in because everyone knows him for his metalwork and weapons ((and maybe woodcarving)) but not claywork).

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King and Prince 20

Part 19

There was no other way to describe it, Eddie thought as he literally watched Steve sitting under a tree with Robin, laughing at something she said. Spring had not only come to this land, but to the prince as well. Like a flower in bloom, he was open and inviting. And everyone longed to be like the sun, having that flower turn to face them. At least, that was the thought that crossed Eddie’s mind and surely everyone else felt the same way.

He teased the kids more, ruffling their hair, and even allowing himself to be the but of the joke at times. He and Robin turned out to be thick as thieves, which Eddie could have never predicted. All this because he had been allowed to roam the town.

Yesterday, Eddie happened to spy a hickey peeking from the top of Steve’s collar and could deny it no longer. He had found a lover. Steve had found a lover. Perhaps even more than one. After all, there was no reason to limit himself to just one. The fact remained though that someone was making him glow with their affections. 

Someone out there was kissing him, whispering sweet things in his ear, telling him how lovely he was-SNAP

Eddie looked down to the broken quill in his hand. 

“Something on your mind?”, Gareth asked, returning a book on one of his shelves.

Eddie wriggled his fingers and brushed the broken quill away, careful not to smudge what he had just been writing. “No. Nothing at all”, he lied. 

Gareth waited patiently for him to continue, knowing he would. In the meantime, he grabbed another book and sat on the other side of Eddie’s desk.

“Steve has been going out often, hasn’t he?”

“About every other night, yes. Are you regretting giving him that freedom?”

“Well…”, Eddie struggled for only a second to think of a reason. “What if Nancy’s right?” He pushed off from his desk and stood, going to the window behind him. Thankfully Nancy was in a neighboring town, otherwise he’d fear she would actually materialize out of thin air.

“About the prince conspiring with townsfolk?”

“Or a spy. Anyone really. We just don’t know.”

Gareth sighed. “Time to put on my ‘Nancy hat’. Why don’t you send someone to follow him and see?”

The last thing Eddie wanted to see was Steve actually in the middle of the deed. But going along just far enough to make sure no other liaisons were happening was just his duty as a king, wasn’t it? He had to protect his people. And if Steve was only just meeting lovers, well he should feel confident enough to bring them back to the castle to introduce to everyone, shouldn’t he? If they weren’t conspirators anyway.

Eddie found the resolution to do so just a few nights later. He and Robin were relaxing in a sitting room, sipping together after having sent the kids to bed a couple hours ago. That was when Steve came in and draped himself on the couch Robin was sitting on with a dreamy sigh.

“Let me guess”, she said. “The woodcarver’s son?”

“You know me a little too well for how short we’ve known each other”, Steve said, bringing his head to her lap.

Eddie was sitting on the couch opposite them, leg propped up on the armrest. He didn’t like the way Steve didn’t even seem to notice he was there.

“You’re late”, he said, sitting up.

Steve turned just his head to look at him. “I know, I’m sorry. But it’s not always easy to get away.”

Robin snorted. “You mean clean up takes forever?”

“Don’t be crass”, Steve scolded lightly. “And I’ll have you know, Jason is the perfect gentleman. He always helps me clean up afterward.”

Eddie knew of Jason, the son of a woodcarver. Diligent in his work, a leader among the youth in town. His face was…fine, Eddie had to admit. He certainly wasn’t plotting to take Eddie’s kingdom down, that was for sure. Born and raised here, Jason only stirred up trouble a couple of times the way kids typically did. He had no reason to mistrust him.

And yet…

As the night went on, Steve and Robin continued to talk about him. Apparently Jason first saw him at the festival when he competed in the games. They talked a lot about athletic pursuits. Wood carving wasn’t for the soft of hands after all. Robin asked about others Steve had met with. Faith, Gabriella, Harris, but it always came back to Jason. 

He must be Steve’s favorite. Which meant that Eddie had to see what the big deal was about. On top of all the other reasons he’d come up with before too, of course. Steve didn’t go out the next night or the one after. But the third night, he did and Eddie followed. He traveled in the shadows until they got to town, then shifted to a bird. His usual form would have been instantly recognizable at this point, so he went with a starling appearance tonight.

Steve tied his horse to a post and went into a tavern. Eddie perched on a window just long enough to see Steve immediately sit down with a young woman. So not Jason. He waited by the door for someone to go through and flew in, staying aloft in the rafters and close to the edges of the ceiling. He got right above their table to listen in. She seemed a sweet lady, but looks could be deceiving.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight”, Steve said. “I thought your family needed help at home this week?”

“I was able to get away”, she said. “Are you…disappointed?”

Steve reached out and touched her cheek. “How could I be when I am gifted with your presence?”

She melted in his touch and Eddie had seen enough. There was nothing shady going on, so he had no reason to stay. He went back home, but spent about an hour, pacing about in his room, trying to find explanation for why he was so agitated. Steve hadn’t lied. Hadn’t gone against them. Which meant he got to say ‘I told you so’ to Nancy when she got back. The night after that, Eddie sat down in his chair, ready for story time but was off most of the evening. El was the one to point it out.

“Why do you keep looking at the door? Are you expecting someone?”

“This late?”, Lucas asked.

“Yeah, you’ve been kind of twitchy all night”, Dustin added.

“No I haven’t, and it’s fine”, Eddie brushed them off. He knew it was because of Steve. If these kids knew, they wouldn’t stop until they got to the bottom of why. And Eddie wasn’t ready to face the why. 

It wasn’t until Robin spoke up later, once the children were sent off that he got the kick in the pants to find out the truth.

“They’re right you know. You were twitchy.”

“You know I can’t stand still for more than a minute”, Eddie said in his defense.

“Yeah, but this is different. It’s like…”, then she snapped her fingers. “How Mike gets when Will would rather spend time with Lucas.”

Eddie’s stomach dropped. They had been teasing Mike about his not so secret crush for a while now. To be compared to that…

The only way to prove he wasn’t jealous was to see Steve actually be with someone and have no problem with it, right? He had walked in on more than one of his servants entangled with each other. It was a big castle, places for secret rendezvous were numerous. He’d even happened on Dustin stealing a kiss from a girl in town once. He felt nothing when watching others share their affections. So Steve shouldn’t be any different. 

Eddie hadn’t disciplined Steve when he came back late, so he got more bold with his curfew. He always returned to lay his head in the castle, Eddie noticed, but he didn’t rush back as the sun set either. One day he left as the sun was dipping low, giving the last bits of light as he traveled on the path from here to town. 

Eddie followed, in his raven form this time as pitch black wings were better for camouflage in the night. And Steve may recognize this form, but even if he saw him, surely he wouldn’t put two and two together. There was more than one raven in the world, they couldn’t all be Eddie. When Steve dismounted, the tavern was just a quick stop. He tied the horse to a post and then went across the street. 

He watched the prince chat up a candlemaker, seemingly having just a nice conversation before leaving to go somewhere else. Eddie was about to follow when his bird’s eye view allowed him to see a child sitting in an alley, legs hugged to their chest. He flew down and pecked at their shoe to get their attention.

A nice shoe, not an orphan, probably just lost. The kid seemed down on themselves and after Eddie played around to get their spirits up (making funny bird noises, puffing his feathers up, tugging at their hair) he was able to lead them out of the alley. Feeling less hopeless, the child called out for their parents and Eddie helped to get attention by squawking from their shoulder.

A man ran up and scooped up the kid, grateful for having found him. Eddie took his leave then, but had unfortunately lost Steve. He knew he wasn’t at the pub, so his only lead was the woodcarver’s. That was where he flew and sure enough, when he perched on the roof, he heard something from behind it.

A soft sound, just a low ‘mmf’ that anyone else still on the street or in their homes wouldn’t be able to pick up. He walked across the roof and the posterior of the shop was lit by just a single lantern hung from a rung. He peered down, almost hanging upside down to see Steve, legs wrapped around Jason while he was sat upon some crates. Steve let out another quiet moan and Jason gave him a gentle shush.

“It’s the evening hour, you’ll wake everyone up if you’re too loud”, Jason smiled while continuing to thrust into him.

Steve pressed his lips together to keep from making too much noise. His eyes were unfocused as they looked up, suddenly gaining focus and gasping when he noticed the bird watching them. Eddie remained frozen. If he left now that he’d been spotted it would practically confirm his identity. Steve tightened his hold on Jason. His panting picked up as he got closer and Jason stuck two fingers into his mouth.

The prince groaned and for just a moment, Eddie imagined what wonders Steve was doing with his mouth. Was he simply sucking or did his tongue lick between the digits? Eddie knew he should leave, it was only decent. But Steve’s gaze kept him tethered to where he was. His eyes only closed when he started to cum, Jason pushing and pulling a few more times before he did as well. 

Steve was floating. Jason pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his shirt. He was saying something as Steve came back into himself but he wasn’t sure what. The bird had flown away.

Part 21

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I'm actually kind of done with Limbus Company mechanically speaking.

Got no incentive to return. Especially since the game has felt so frustrating to me recently in terms of how it's designed.

It feels like they're kind of designing it in a way that takes most of the fun out of it. Overpowered IDs, and a game that's rather solidly stuck to a meta doesn't do it for me. Sure you can win with other IDs, but those typically go under the label as "Challenge Runs".

Also like. It feels like they're going deeper into Gacha Hell. Even if it's like "Oh we need more money to do more things." It's like. I haven't seen that much that's that enticing to me. The Arknights crossover seems cool, but like. Sure Arknights seems thematically interesting but my friends have told me plenty about it and like. It's a gacha. It has problems.

Anyways, pretty early morning rant so not the most cohesive.

But like.

My big thing is that in my experience? Limbus Company fans will deflect ANY criticism of the game. Like. I don't hate Limbus Company. There really is a lot to love. But my god. The more I voice my frustrations with the game only to have them shot down, the more my discontent for this "game" grows. I feel like in a lot of cases, a story having a good ending can make people forgive shortcomings it can have. The shortcomings here being mostly gameplay oriented, which I will cover in my current review of it down below.

Also. I can't help that Limbus Company is getting dangerously close into a pay-to-win category. Eh. Sure you can contest me on this point but I think it's a bad thing where something you pay for in a F2P game gives you easier wins, with some truly powerful EGOs. Feels counterintuitive to a lot of practical game design.

I feel like a lot of the game can feel like that more and more even. Even more of the game feels designed around IDs that are the strongest of the strong, and I dislike the meta around strong units, since they are quite difficult to get, something you have to go out of your way for...

COMPARED TO LIBRARY OF RUINA WHEN THEY WERE JUST ORGANICALLY PART OF THE FUCKING GAMEPLAY!

Anyways I should wrap this up.

Very in-cohesive rant. Early in the morning. But. These feelings are my own.

I'll end if off with a review:

Lobotomy Corporation. A favorite of mine. Janky, obtuse, but so alluring in its design. So captivating, and so amazing. To slowly whittle away at it made me feel like an artist, like a woodcarver, slowly chipping away at a chunk of wood, until I have finished what I set out to do.

Library of Ruina. While I don't talk about it much, and have gotten bad at articulating it. This game means so fucking much to me. I love how there's so many weird strategies in this game that genuinely work in such a beautiful way. Even though this game has a sort of meta, I think it works in a satisfying and beautiful way, and when your entire deck is made up of those who exist at the apex of the City, it feels amazing. Truly amazing.

Limbus Company. In the past, while I don't do review scores, since I believe they're counterintuitive when it comes to making game critiques, I do give them sometimes. When I was still playing Limbus, I gave would give it a 7/10. A farcry from what I thought about LobCorp or Ruina. While I love the stories (even if I have some story based critiques here and there), the story is not enough to carry an experience that overall, is rather frustrating, and arduous. Many fights have polarizing clashes, where it is either just an easy slog you can do in your sleep, or is just simply, bullshit, with enemies that clash too high, and occasionally, negative coins, which punish you for like. Daring to actually engage with the mechanics in a way that make sense. It's like. If you're struggling with an enemy who's consistently clashing higher than you, your priority should be lowering the meter that makes them clash high. Enemies like Pequod Town villagers or Distorted Bamboo Hatted Kim completely destroy this philosophy. Just for an example. The big thing is, I have so, so many issues with Limbus Company that what would normally be a cohesive review quickly devolves into a rant about all the things I dislike about it.

What really gets me? A refusal for the game's fanbase to engage in actual criticism of the game. I mean look at their reaction to people leaving negative review scores on changes that, if I'm being honest, are changes I would consider bad. It's all about the "scary chinese players trying to hurt are hallowed project" rather than actually engaging in criticism of the game. Ugh. It's just. A lot. Issues with the game, that are reflected and exacerbated by the fanbase. Even people I hold in good regard as friends can be frustrating occasionally in this regard. Eh. It's just that. Yeah I love the characters and what not and love playing around with silly ideas for them, but playing with them feels more fun than playing the actual game itself.

As it stands, the review I would give Limbus Company, is a rare one where a numerical score reflects my emotions. 5/10. A glaring score of mediocrity, that only sours as the game continues to refuse to acknowledge or fix actual problems indicative to the game.

A game that builds it gameplay value out of obligation tied to upgrade materials and in-game currency, a game that is outcompeted by many other games with roguelike/turnbased gameplay in that department, so really, the only reason to play is an obligation for many people. An obligation that's not worth having.

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Adventures in being disabled/chronically ill but also just weirdness. And also in the process of writing this I only basically now realized how shittily I was being treated as a disabled person because that's what happens when you put it on the page and go, '...oh, maybe I wasn't overreacting by feeling put off.'

Putting it all behind a cut because there's some ableism here and it's a bit long.

Enter Lady. We'll call her - *spins random name generator* - Angie. Angie has decided I am her friend because I woodcarve and she makes old fashioned clothes. She has decided for me that I will be going to big weeklong outdoor renfaire style events with her group, in which I will sell my stuff and I will carpool with them.

She decided this ten minutes after meeting me for the first time, by the way. I have met her a grand total of 2 times.

Anyway. These events are outdoors, and I would be camping. In the height of summer. In locations known for high humidity and summer wet bulb temps that regularly climb over 100*.

As expected, this is an issue in multiple ways, the first of which is my chronic pain wracked body tolerates camping about as well as Cocaine Bear would tolerate being shaved (source: went camping), and the second of which is one of my medication's side effects literally includes inability to tolerate moderate to high heat and a fucking mild allergy to sunlight.

I'm a goddamn vampire with limited heat tolerance ya'll, on top of being Physically Incapable Of Many Things TM. And she wants me out in the sun and heat for a week, and sleeping at night in a tent.

So I pop over to her place because she invited me (meeting 2, since meeting 1 was brief), she's nearby, and I'm still thinking she was just a little clueless but maybe this can still be like a, 'fellow crafter discussion of cool events in the area' once I explain. My plan is to gently segue from heat tolerance and disability into I Am Not Going, but also I want to use it as a little reminder not to assume people's functionality, cause I don't mind trying to educate a little. Most mean well, so I'm not even mad at this point. But I don't get far at all before I'm blatantly interrupted and told heat and sun isn't an issue for a disabled person, I can swap out with someone and go be in a tent from noon to 2, and, get this-

"You can have a fan in your tent to cool down!"

Angie, if a fan could solve my issues I wouldn't have been so eager to live in a city that is, as we speak, still getting snow in FUCKING APRIL.

Which I calmly explained.

But I am interrupted again, after I use the word, 'disability'.

"Do you have a service dog?"

No???

"You should get one. Anyway, trust me, you'll be fine. Other disabled people go and they're fine."

Right, cool, I'm definitely in the exact same disabled situation as the dude that lost a foot.

I try again. I'm blunter this time. I am disabled, my body doesn't like camping, my doctor would not advise-

"Oh you'll be fine. They have flushing toilets nearby!"

???

How does that fix the heat or my body being-

"So when you go with us to this one in May, and this one in-"

Ah, ok, we're just disregarding everything I said. Cool. Cool cool.

I sat there feeling like... a prop I guess? Just... bewildered. Obviously looking back I should have just walked out and left, but there's this bizarre feeling where you're still in Don't Be Rude mode because you haven't quite processed what happen. I did manage to cut the visit short after about 20 more minutes, drove home, still kinda unsettled. It was only after talking to mom, that I realized I'd just been completely dismissed as a disabled person. Which has happened before of course (once had a random lady interrupt my conversation with another person about my disability with, 'you need to eat more blueberries. Those have antioxidants, that'll fix your problem!'), but it's been a while.

Anyway, I will not be hanging with this person again and to be perfectly honest I'm tempted to bring this up with the witchy shop owner (who I am friends with) where the event I met Angie is held - the shop owner VERY much wants to protect anyone who's been treated poorly or have some boundary talks with anyone crossing those boundaries in a disrespectful way - but even now part of me's saying, 'no no, that's too much, just skip that event every month so you don't see Angie again'. On top of that, I'm new to the area and the art community here, and this lady's much more established. I really, really, really do not want to cause issues for myself since I'm trying to start up with all my carvings. So I'm feeling... stuck I guess.

Anyway, 'you can just have a fan!' is going down in my, 'ridiculous fixes I've been given for some part of my disability' list.

[wodniars-void]

Do you have any headcanons *you* would like to share? Maybe some about Terra? 🧡

Thanks for the ask, Starlight!!!

Boy howdy DO I INDEED. Buckle up!!!!!

I feel so strongly that he is the type who would listen to like, dad rock and Jimmy Buffet. He got his music taste from Eraqus <3 He is either listening to the oldest music you've ever heard on a wax cylinder phonograph or there is a CD in a boombox blasting 80s power ballads and dad rock. He never figured out the music function of his Gummiphone so Chip, Dale, Ienzo, and Data Riku just helped him burn a bunch of CDs. Silence is Weird post-kh3 so he'll usually have music playing while he trains and does chores and stuff. He also has a portable CD player and headphones to be considerate of when Ven and Aqua maybe don't want to hear Holding Out For A Hero for the 50th time, but it's more likely you'll walk in on him woodcarving with Margaritaville playing in the background.

Secondly. Secondly. I think for his birthday Aqua makes something like peanut butter brownies, to account for his dislike of sweet things. Like how the Rockin' Crunch ice cream has a chocolate and nut shell, his ideal desserts usually include dark chocolate and nuts. There's this one chocolate place I know that sells frozen bananas covered in chocolate and peanuts and they absolutely rule. Disney Town would make him one to celebrate his return and he would cry. He has tried pecan pie and was deeply disappointed by how much he didn't like it. It sounds so appealing but it was So Sweet. If he's really craving a treat he might have a bit of dark chocolate, or some honey roasted nuts, maybe even a scoop of vanilla ice cream :)

Okay now. Post kh3 I headcanon he becomes a magnet for the kids without really meaning to, he just exudes a comfy and non-judgemental vibe. He understands having really complicated feelings about darkness, or someone who passed, or someone who hurt them. He's a safe and open space to both talk about things and seek refuge from them. He's the number one lil guy collector <3

He ends up visiting Lilo and Stitch fairly often, more Stitch than Lilo, but as above, he collects Lil Guys without meaning to and Lilo is not excluded. It's really comforting to him to see that Stitch escaped and found a happy life and made friends :) He hasn't told Lilo why he ended up on the spaceship so she keeps guessing what his Space Crimes were. The truth is he didn't do any crimes and was wrongly imprisoned without due process or fair trial but I think Minor Space Traffic Violation is the funniest option he's "confirmed". He may have done some Space Crimes after he broke out of Space Jail but that's different. He didn't get arrested for those

Okay this one is a long one and is practically an au so grab a snack and drink some water. Settled? Comfy? Okay let's go :3

Long story short: Post KH3, Terra can see ghosts. He's had Visions before, of both the past and the future, it's an innate magic ability that sort of does what it wants. He's also died, really severely, moreso than like, anybody ever. And he himself was a ghost in multiple senses for a while. So when he gets put back together, that split & death lingers. And being connected to death while also having magic Sight mixes weird, thus, ghost vision! Which leads to some fun Dark Road themed adventures :3

Long story long: Terra has visions, right? Glimpses of things from both the past and the future, that are never quite explained. For example, he should by no means know what young Xehanort or KH2 Riku look like, and yet he sees them on the Destiny Islands, and reacts to seeing them. Which indicates that happened in-universe rather than purely for the viewer. We don't know why this happens, but given Terra's other unique magical abilities (i.e. the Lingering Will), I assume it's one of the Wayfinder Trio's odd magical quirks, like Aqua being able to enchant items.

Well, being split apart messed with that innate magic. I don't know the exact mechanics, something about death mixing funny with seeing things other people can't. Something about being a ghost and being connected to other ghosts and being able to recognize yourself in others. The wires got a little crossed, essentially.

Which means post KH3, readjusting to being alive and everything, he just starts to See more often? Flickers of people around the Land of Departure, whispers in empty rooms that were never there before. (I personally believe the Land of Departure is basically like, mega haunted. Lots of lingering keyblade wielder spirits. But I'm only focusing on one set of ghosts here.) It's not anything he's not used to, he's had Visions his whole life, but the increased frequency is weird. But things don't come to a head until a late night trip to get a midnight snack leads to a literal run-in with one of the Dark Road underclassmen, which is a shock to both of them.

Thus, cue the Dark Road shenanigans, maybe some contemplation on what it means to be a ghost, idk this part is mostly an excuse to let the wayfinders and underclassmen (and upperclassmen) interact. I like them :3

TLDR: Because of his Visions and complicated relationship with death Terra gains the ability to see ghosts and it turns out to be a nicer deal than you'd usually expect :3

Okay this ask took a LONG time to answer and that's entirely on me. And it's long as hell, thanks for enabling me Starlight <3 This was really fun to work on and think about!!!! Tune in next time for more Terra Thoughts!

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Friendly Banter - Part 1

Hi, and welcome to the first little series of fics I'm doing on here! I was disappointed by the lack of banter/companion comments on what character you end up romancing, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and write my own banter. There'll be five parts of this, with each one having banter between Minala and a different companion

This first one's going to be with Davrin! It's a little non-traditional for my selfship fics since it's not only not including my f/o in the fic and it's actually pre-relationship, but I think it's cute

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff

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“Alright,” Minala says, sighing as she stands up from her seat in the library. “We should have everything good to go for heading back to Hossberg tomorrow. Thanks again for helping out, Davrin.”

“It’s no problem. It might not be my usual station, but I know enough about the Wardens' work there to lend a hand,” he says.

While the two of them were making plans for their next venture out, he’s been whittling away at a bit of wood, slowly shaping it into another monster for his collection. His craftsmanship has always impressed Minala— she can’t imagine working on something as unforgiving as wood for hours. At least if she spells something wrong in one of the stories she writes, she can always just start again on a new page or cross it out. There’s no fixing mistakes with woodcarving, not without starting over from scratch.

“Well, either way, I appreciate it,” Minala says. “It’s a little late to head over now, but I’m thinking we can head out there with Bellara tomorrow morning.”

“Sounds good. Maybe when you fill her in on the plan, you can let her know about some other things too,” Davrin says.

Minala blinks, looking over to where he sits, still carving away on what looks to be a carving of a deepstalker. “Sorry, I could tell her about what?”

Davrin shrugs. “The world possibly ending seems like a good motivator to tell someone you’re interested in them.”

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about,” Minala says. 

It’s a blatant lie, and probably one Davrin recognizes as such. It’s not as if the two of them just talk in a professional capacity— Minala’s surprised at how easy it’s been to make friends with the rest of the Veilguard, and she and Davrin seem to get along particularly well. Well enough that he clearly doesn’t buy her attempt to say there’s nothing between her and Bellara, with him raising a doubtful eyebrow as he keeps working on his whittling. 

For a moment the two of them are in relative silence, the only sound being his blade carving through the wood. Then Minala sighs, fiddling with one of her braids with one hand. 

“Okay, yes, I like Bellara. A lot more than I expected to. I was hoping to keep it quiet until I figured something out, but… well, here we are.”

“Here we are.”

“And apparently I’m not doing too well at keeping it quiet.”

“I only know because a griffon told me,” Davrin says.

“Assan can’t talk.” At least Minala’s pretty sure he can’t.

“He can’t,” he confirms. “But I did overhear you talking to him about Bellara.”

“Ah.”

“And with how often the three of us go out together, it’s hard not to notice the eyes you two keep giving each other,” Davrin says.

“We’re not giving each other eyes,” Minala insists. Or at least she’s pretty sure that Bellara’s not giving her any looks like that— maybe she’s been focused a little too much on her and just didn’t notice. The thought that it’s obvious enough for Davrin to have noticed her looking is embarrassing, though.

“Right. Well, like I said. If the world might end, I’d at least take a chance with someone I’m interested in,” Davrin says, leaning back in his seat. 

He has a point and Minala knows it. They’re doing everything they can to stop the gods and keep their Veil from falling, but there’s always a chance things could go wrong. She doesn’t know how much longer she or anyone else will have left before the end. She should ask Bellara if the two of them might be something more than friends before it’s too late. 

But still she’ll need to work herself up to that. 

“I’ll talk to her. Not right now, but soon,” Minala says. “And thanks.”

“No problem. Just try not to give yourself something to regret.”

[niftukkun]

for the first week of @shepscapades 's hermitcraft character design event, i offer grian as an aarakocra artificer!

for an elaboration on my choices in character design,

aarakocra was kind of an obvious choice, but as a bonus i made grian a scarlet macaw aarakocra because Pesky Bird.

im not sure how much the design communicates artificer, but that's halfway intentional since i wanted the design to communicate grian more than generic dnd character. i very specifically chose the artillerist subclass because on my brief readthrough on the wiki artillerist is not only apparently the explosions subclass but also on the 3rd level artillerists get eldritch cannons and on the 9th level artillerists get to explode the eldritch cannons! and i thought that was cool so i included an exploding cannon in the brackground of the drawing.

why artificer? uh. mm. i just find them kinda neat. also it kind of fits grian's. researcher? thing?? with the rift and entity this season. im not sure how it translated into amethysts just kind of appearing all over the design but hey i think it fits and the purple accent over everything reminds me of minecraft enchantments so. oh also i couldnt decide on a weapon but when i searched up woodcarver tools (cause artillerist subclass) there was one that kinda looked like what hes holding and i think grian is unhinged enough to use a tool as a weapon so i just gave him that

also i feel like it should go without saying that grian is on the chaotic end of the chart. im leaning towards chaotic neutral but honestly i think that morality is kind of a weird thing to measure in/from minecraft where death more or less holds no meaning and the guy in question has definately killed all his friends at least once and one specific friend about a thousand times so. eh

also sidenote but according to the wiki artificers are more support than anything but you cannot look me in the eyes and say grian isnt the main damage dealer or the guy who causes the most chaos during battle. he has so many counts of property damage and the only reason im not calling him a murder hobo is because hes more creative than that. if he wants to be chaotic he can do better murder is the least creative way to cause chaos; hed eat a plot important object whole in front of the town mayor before going on a murder hobo spree

[melicious-compliance]

Going Forward, Going Back - Chapter 1: Whoops

Siffrin has a slight mishap, and Isabeau helps him. Siffrin tries and fails to be useful.

⚠: Accidental self-harm, panic

ⓘ This is a post-canon fic. However, it is not tagged as spoilers except for when there are direct references. Read at your own discretion.

Snk... snk... snk...

You like woodcarving. It's relaxing... it gives you something to think about, to take your mind off things. Not that you're stressed right now. It's also just fun to do. The texture of the wood feels nice on your ungloved hands.

That's a recent change, not wearing your gloves. Apparently, they weren't helping you be "grounded" or something, however cool they looked. But it's fine. You can put up with it while you carve. And right now, you're carving a fish. The scales are gonna be a pain, but you know it'll be so worth it.

Snk... snk... snk...

Everyone else is packing up camp. You already packed all your stuff—not much to pack, really—and loaded it on the cart, so you've got time to kill. You picked a barrel to sit on, took out a chunk of wood, and got to carving. It's nice, being able to sit still. You're still getting used to it after... everything. It's nice to just be here.

Snk... snk... sshk...

(Ow.)

That was. Your. Finger.

(It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!)

You can see the tiny bit of dark blood, a sharp contrast to your own skin. It shouldn't hurt this much, you know it should sting at worst, but stars it hurts so so much!

(Don't cry, don't cry, it's just a tiny cut, don't cry!)

Too late, you can already feel your face getting wet. You can't help but let out a pathetic whimper.

"Sif?" Isabeau says, looking at you from the cart a couple yards away. You hear him coming closer. "You alright, bud?"

(It hurts, it hurts!) You shake your head and show him your fingertip. "I—" Your voice cracks pitifully.

"Oh, that doesn't look too good..." he says. "Can you take care of it?"

You...

You can't think... (Hurts, hurts, hurts!)

You don't even know where to start.

You shake your head no.

He cocks his head to the side. "Do you... want me to help you?"

You nod. (Isa... so nice.)

He nods back, smiling slightly. "Alright! I can do that," he says reassuringly. "I'll be right back."

He walks away, heading toward his tent, and ducks inside. (Where's he going? He said he was gonna help, but he's not—why's he—but—) He comes out a moment later with a small wooden box and his water bottle.

"First aid kit acquired!" he says, back at your side. Oh. Of course. Yeah, yeah that... that makes sense. He opens the box and takes out a washcloth, pours a little water on it, and wipes at your cut. It stings.

(Hurts, hurts!)

"There we go," as he wrings out the washcloth and carefully puts it back in the box. Inspecting your middle finger, he says, "Looks like you only grazed your finger. Nothing to worry about." He deftly takes some... filmy thing from the box and wraps around your finger a couple times. "That should do it. Need anything else?"

You look at your finger. It's a little bit harder to bend, with the filmy stuff around it. It's kinda sticky. Makes a fun sound when you uncurl your finger.

"Sif?"

You look up at Isabeau. Did you miss something...?

"Do you need anything else?" he asks again.

Oh. You did. (Stupid...) You shake your head.

"Got it." He shifts from foot to foot for a bit before saying, "Do you wanna...?" He holds his arms out slightly.

You nod and hop off the barrel. He puts his arms around you, and you put yours around him. So soft, so warm, so safe...

"Thanks, Isa," you mutter into his chest.

"No problem, Sif," he replies. After a moment more, he pulls away. You both stand there, not saying anything. (Awkward...)

Isabeau takes in a breath to speak. "So—"

"Siffrin," Odile calls from her tent. "Could you come help me pack my things? Assuming you’re not busy." By her tone, she knows you're not busy.

Isabeau gives you a sheepish smile.

You give one back and head over to Odile, ducking into her tent. "What'cha need?" you ask.

She points to the pile of books by her bed roll. "Could you tie up my books and load them on the cart?" She hands you a spool of string and adds, "Oh, and, I'll need you to organize them."

(Sounds simple.) "Got it," you tell her. You kneel on the ground and pick up a couple. (But... how do you organize them...?) "Um..." You turn around to look at Odile, but... she looks busy. You shouldn’t bother her.

(Okay, well... You can... You can figure this out, right?) One of the books you’re holding has a darkless cover... and you spot another one. And a third. Maybe... they go together by shade? You put each of the books with darkless covers and pick up the string at your side, and... how do you do this? Do you put the string on bottom...? Do they need to be tied to each other...?

You don’t like this. It's a simple task, you’re supposed to be able to do it. Not being able to makes you feel... small. That’s the only word you can think of.

You don’t like it.

......The string can wait. You'll just organize for now.

It's not too hard. There's more darkless books, and light books, dark books. Only a couple lightless books. And some of the shades are really close, but you can tell the difference well enough. You smile a little. You're doing such a good job! Odile's gonna be so proud of you.

After a few minutes, you have all the books stacked. Some of them look too tall to be tied, but it's probably fine. Maybe. Well, you can ask Odile, and she can show you how to tie them. Without getting up, you turn around. "Odile!"

She walks over. "Yes, Siffrin. What do you—" She cuts off, looking at the books you so cleverly organized. "What... did you do?"

"I organized them!" you report, beaming. "But, uh, I need help tying them together."

Odile looks down at the stacked books, and... That's not a good face. She looks upset. "Siffrin," she says curtly. (She's mad at you.) "This is not organized." She bends down and takes the top two books from the darkless stack. "I mean, really, an atlas with a biography? What were you thinking?"

"I... I just..." you stutter. (You organized them...) You sniffle. "I s-sorted them, like you asked me to..."

She looks back at the books, stupidly grouped by color, and heaves a long sigh. "I'll have Mirabelle help me sort them. You just... go take a nap." In a softer voice, she adds, "You look tired."

Your face feels wet. You raise your hands to dry it with your cloak hem, nodding at Odile's suggestion while you do. "Okay." She must be so mad at you. You did everything completely wrong—what dummy would organize books by shade?

You, apparently.

Drying your face again, you duck into your tent. It's kinda shaped like the hat you used to have, just without the floppy part. It's not very big, but there's enough room for your bed roll and space on the ground to put some knick-knacks and your extra clothes. Those are all packed away, though. The tents and bed rolls are always last to go.

Dropping gently to the ground, you slip your shoes off and lay down on your side, gathering your cloak around you like a blanket. It's cozy. You wish you had something to hold, but... (...Oh well.) Hugging yourself, you drift to sleep.

[owlbelly]

2024 bingo review

no bingos. half-hearts are for things i started or did occasionally but didn't feel like i really completed to my satisfaction, which is maybe a little unfair because some of them (especially the garage clean/organize & woodchipping) i did make serious progress on but it's a huge job. so idk maybe i should have counted those! i counted "stretch/walk" because i did WAY better with stretching (almost every day for my legs/feet!) & i think i walked more than i did last year but i was hampered by tendonitis for a lot of the year again. i did a fuck ton of yard work though so that should count! i'm very bad at "going for a walk" as an activity in itself - i don't like walking the same route over & over again, i don't like walking up the big hill RIGHT at the start of the walk we always take, but i DO like doing hours of yard work to actually accomplish shit i can see.

my creative goals got put on the back burner again (as usual) due to putting most of my art energy into freelance...i need to not let that happen next year. i mean i need to continue to make money but jfc i also need to feel like i experimented & accomplished something new with my own art!!! feeling very hopeful about woodcarving, i'm really enjoying it now that i started. i just have so many things always that i want to make/do, & so little energy/time (executive function?). music also just didn't happen but i did acquire MORE instruments (stole my dad's mountain dulcimer because he doesn't play it, picked up a few hand drums at thrift stores, got a vintage keyboard for free) so like. bitch. either play them or get rid of them!!! i need to play them!!! i got a tuner as a holiday present so guitar/banjo are back on the menu too. i need to find local people to play with, i do much better with music when i'm not alone.

some of these are definitely gonna roll over to 2025 because i feel strongly about them, i also need to like...think about how to word things so that they're more doable or i can't look at them at the end of the year & go "welllll did i REALLY accomplish that?? probably not" because that's not a good feeling & i tend to be somewhat unfair to myself. i appreciate seeing other people's bingo sheets without bingos though, because it reminds me i don't HAVE to get a bingo! also there were a ton of accomplishments i made this year that weren't on that list at all, like organizing the fuck out of the house.

gotta work on the 2025 sheet now!

[solar-nightengale]

oooh hellooo how about 11 or 23 from 'dialogue prompts for injury' list? ;) any blorbo of your choice.

Ohoooo hellooooooo 😏😏 Ngl you had me really thinking on which to go for cause both were equally as fun choices but eheheh well!!! holding the result out to youuuuuuu

dialogue prompts for ~injury~

11. “I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”

The sound of a thud outside had Pinocchio immediately dropping his tools to the workbench and rushing out. Gods, he should have known letting the kid play on her own out there would be a bad idea. Iskra might be with her but even she can’t stop every problem that could occur. He could trust her to come and get him or Lampwick if necessary and keep the kid out of any trouble, but he knew even her abilities were limited.

So running out and seeing the kid, surrounded by fallen branches and Iskra nuzzling her as she cried, he knew he had come across a moment where one of those limits had shown.

“Hey! What happened?!” he exclaimed as he walked over, Bethan immediately shrinking in on herself, though her sniffled didn’t cease as much as she would have probably liked.

Silently, Iskra nodded up towards the tree, Pinocchio quickly guessing that she might have fallen out while playing. Gods, maybe he should have watched her this time around. Or not let her out of the house.

He breathed in deeply to calm his own nerves down as he crouched next to Bethan, resting a tentative hand on her shoulder as she sniffled. It would do neither of them good if they were both worked up, and with how upset she seemed… yeah he was sure it’d only cause her more distress. He only hoped she wasn’t too hurt.

“Hey, butterfly,” he murmured, rubbing his hand up and down her back “Can you show me where it hurts?”

“Here,” she mumbled as she pointed to her ankle. He looked down at it, reaching out carefully only for the child to pull it away from his reach. He instantly withheld from touching it. It didn’t look too bad at least so he was sure it wasn’t at least broken?

“I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.” he stated as he carefully tucked his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow!!” the kid exclaimed, grabbing for Pinocchio’s shoulders before he even had a chance to let her go, Bethan wobbling with only one leg on the floor. Okay, no trying to stand for now! So be it; he hoisted her up into his arms, letting her rest against his hips as she buried her face into his shoulder.

“It won’t go away!” he heard her whine, as Pinocchio stood up, dusting off the twigs and leaves that clung to her.

“I know, bug. We’re gonna fix this okay? You may just need to rest it.”

“It won’t work.” he heard her mutter, Pinocchio withholding a sigh as he walked back inside, Iskra taking her post outside the door.

“Well if that ends up being the case we’ll just find another way to make it better.” he suggested, hearing the kid hum softly. He set her down on the bench and walked to grab a couple of bandages, working carefully to wrap the ankle up in it. It took while bandaging it, and for the child to glance over towards the firepit, for the woodcarver to remember something, giving Bethan a couple of pats on the knee as he walked through the house. On a cast iron sheet lay rows of pastries, a recipe his father once taught him. It was his second time making them and so far, it looked like this time they were far more successful than the last. He reached for one, hissing as he hopped it from hand to hand before tearing it open, satisfied on seeing it entirely baked through. With that he moved back to the bench where Bethan was still sniffling, looking up curiously when he knelt down and passed one half of the jam-filled goodness to her.

“Here, for your bravery you can get the first taste.”

“Brave?” she asked, as she tentatively grabbed for the piece.

Pinocchio smiled. “Yes, my bug. Falling out of trees and getting hurt can be very scary I’m sure.”

“Maybe…”

He watched her expression give way to further despair, the woodcarver setting the other half of the bun in his lap as he wrapped his hand around the younger girl’s making sure she cupped the pastry well. “And there’s no greater healer than good food.” he explained, seeing the toddler’s eyes widen.

“Really?”

“Oh yes. It can make even the hardest of days a little happier.” he added with a grin. Bethan eyed the treat albeit warily at first, before taking a small bit. The child’s eyes widened even more as she gasped, a smile slowly breaking through the drying tears. “See?” he chuckled, as the child rubbed at her face, banishing the last of her upset away. She nodded firmly, grin so wide it made her eyes crinkle. In a matter of moments Pinocchio was fighting to keep his balance when the toddler threw her arms around his neck, laughter escaping him before he had a chance to stop it.

‘They will be fine,’ he assured himself, as he tightly embraced the kid in turn.

[lauronk]

I wish you would write a fic where...

Joel and Anna get together after Sarah goes to college. Ellie is their kid and Sarah is the cool aunt figure.

hi! thank you so much for the prompt! ngl, i struggled with it a little because i do not know how to write Romantic Joel, he exists only as Dad in my head lol but i gave it a good shot, i hope you enjoy!

the best day with you today

length: ~1.2k words tags: canon divergence; modern au; everyone's alive; joel/anna; joel & ellie & anna & sarah; family feels; pregnancy; family bonding; dunking each other in the river; no beta we die like david

Joel had never really planned on having another kid. Hell, he’d barely even planned on having the first - definitely not as young as he’d been - but Rae had gotten pregnant and they’d gotten married and then barely a year after Sarah’s birth, she’d decided she wasn’t cut out for motherhood, and she bailed. Sarah had no memories of her, but other than a few growing pains here and there, she’d never seemed to be worse off without her.

Joel had raised her and watched her graduate and sent her off to college (all the way to San Marcos, which really isn’t that far, Dad, I’ll come visit plenty) and then realized he had no damn idea what to do with his life now. No soccer practice to cart her to, no sleepovers to host, no extracurriculars to plan around.

Now it was just him and his empty house and enough woodcarvings to fill the time that Tommy finally confiscated his knives and said he could have them back if he left the house once a week for two months.

So, after digging around on the internet a little, he’d gone to the library down the street, picked up their calendar, and signed up for the monthly book club and the Spanish conversation group. Both of which, it turned out, were attended by a woman named Anna who had a habit of shooting him amused looks when one of the other book club members made an asinine remark.

True to his word, Tommy returned the knives to him after two months, but they started collecting dust almost immediately because Joel spent all his free time with Anna. A coffee date turned into a dinner date and within two weeks they were seeing each other near daily.

Sarah had been astonished - and more than a little skeptical - when Joel sat her down and told her that he and Anna were planning to get married, with her blessing of course, barely ten months after meeting. Joel could see it all over her face that she didn’t think it would last, that he was having some kind of midlife crisis - not helped by the fact that Anna was nearly ten years younger than him - and that they wouldn’t last the year.

But she could see how important this was to him, so she gave her blessing anyway. No matter her own reservations, she wanted her dad to be happy. And she liked Anna a lot, thought her a good match for Joel, even if everything was moving unsettlingly fast.

They’d done a small ceremony in the backyard, just Sarah, Tommy, and Anna’s best friend Marlene in attendance. And for another two years that had been their family; neither of them had planned on having kids.

But then Anna started throwing up, missed her period, and those two lines on the test turned pink. And suddenly, they were having a baby.

Ellie made her arrival a week before Sarah’s twenty-first birthday, and Joel’s eldest spent what should have been a night out partying pacing laps around their living room cradling her sister, while Joel and Anna snagged a few precious hours of sleep. He’d been worried that getting a baby sister when she herself was full grown would be a problem for Sarah, but it had been the opposite. Ellie was Sarah’s favorite person ever, a feeling that went both ways as Ellie got older.

Wild, Joel thought, watching Ellie and Sarah float in their tubes ahead of him and Anna, how his girls could be so far apart in years and yet be so close and so similar. Maybe not wild, just…lucky.

The two of them are shooting mischievous grins over their shoulders now, and Joel shares a wry look with Anna. Her nose and cheeks are tinted red with the sun, tips of her fingers tracing lightly through the water as they float down the San Marcos River.

“Here,” Joel says, carefully tossing her the small tube of sunscreen. He points to his own nose and cheeks. “Think you need a bit of a touch up, you’re gettin’ a little crispy.”

Anna gives him a wry smile, rubbing a fresh coat over her face. “Not all of us were made to roast in the Texas sun, sweetheart.”

Joel shrugs. “Can’t help it that I tan and you don’t, darlin’. Y’know –”

Something pushes hard on the bottom of his tube, and Joel goes ass over head into the river, the cold temperature jolting him into opening his mouth and damn near inhaling enough water to fill his lungs. When his head breaks the surface a chorus of laughter greets him - six feet away Ellie is clambering back into her tube while Sarah tries to hold it steady. Next to him Anna is howling, her own hand barely maintaining a grip on his tube while the other clutches her stomach. He doesn’t bother climbing back into it; instead he propels himself forward through the water until he’s caught up to the girls.

Ellie shrieks and tries to paddle away, but she’s too slow, and Joel has her flipped into the water in a matter of seconds. He waits until she surfaces, gulps in a bit of air, and then promptly dunks her again.

She comes back up sputtering, a hand frantically trying to wipe her face clean. “Rude!” is all she manages, scooping a hand through the water to splash him. It hits him in the chest - he can still hear Sarah and Anna laughing - and he propels himself forward to hook an arm around her waist and hoist her up over his shoulder. It takes more effort to keep them afloat - his back is gonna hate him for this later, fifty-seven is really a bit too old to be lifting teenagers, even ones as scrawny as Ellie - but he paddles them unevenly back over towards Anna.

“Caught you something, huh?” His wife calls, shielding her face when Ellie aims a splash of water her way too.

“Sarah neglected to mention the river was full of gremlins,” he says back, giving her a grin before sucking in a breath and plunging himself - and his squirming daughter - under the water once more. Only once they’ve surfaced again does he release her, the two of them treading water.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re an ass?” Ellie says playfully, splashing him again.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a little shit?” He retorts, splashing her right back.

“Anyone ever tell either of you that you're exactly the same?” Anna cuts in from behind them, one hand still holding Joel’s tube.

“No,” they reply simultaneously, and she lets out another bark of laughter, echoed by Sarah on the other side of them.

“I’m never bringing y’all floating again,” she says teasingly, her head tipping back dramatically.

“Oh please,” Ellie doggy paddles forward, hoisting herself back into her tube next to her sister. “You’d be so bored doing this without us. You love us.”

Sarah scrunches up her nose, pretending to think for a moment before she leans over - nearly upsetting her own tube - and smacking a kiss onto her younger sister’s cheek. “Yeah, guess I do.”

thanks for reading!

[pinkysberg]

For me a modern Charles wouldn´t really work with animals but rather work as an activist for Native American Rights. I really don´t know where yall get the sentiment that Charles loves animals and nature, maybe from that one bison mission? I think that was more him being mad because of the hunters killing the bison and trying to implicate the natives. Maybe he likes it but I don´t think he´d devote his life to it. Arthur loves animals and nature more than Charles I think. Anyways, by day he works with Native Americans, protecting their land, securing safe to drink water and preserving their culture. In the evenings he might go for a drink at the bar where Javier sometimes plays and maybe meetup with Arthur? Who knows. I think Charles would wear a lot of either second hand clothes, self made clothes or clothes he was gifted. Also he still woodcarves and gives the carvings as birthday gifts. (ModernAU opinions part. 2)

i have often wondered where this "charles is an animal lover" concept came from. i mean, im sure he's not an animal hater but like you mention, the only indication is the bison mission and his main concern is the threat to culture and exacerbation of anti-indigenous sentiments. you're spot on, the animal lover thing is much more applicable to arthur than it is charles.

in my modern au i just made charles a boxer bc. we see him box and self indulgently wanted an excuse to draw him in boxer scenarios lol. but i much prefer this as it feels more him. a major motivator for charles is protecting and working with the wapiti tribe.

i also want to add i feel his advocacy and organizing would (and should) extend to black liberation and the likes. he's afroindigenous and i feel sometimes we forget the afro aspect of his identity - which admittedly the game doesn't really do much with his black identity outside of the very isolating experiences of a biracial individual - especially during the time.

[wisteriaiswriting]

hello! hope youre having a good day:>

may i request for a general romantic hcs for overwatch hanzo? (e.g first kiss, confession, fav date places etc)

thank you so much!

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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He was never one to give kisses early into the relationship. Needing time to build a connection strong enough to do so.

Needs the scenario to be perfect when the time comes. Wanting it to be romantic and comfortable for both of you.

Even if you say so he’ll get your confirmation at every step of the way. After his many years of mistakes and self doubt he needs to know you’re okay with this.

It will be a few months before he even thinks about confessing. All after many months of denying these feelings.

But when he actually does it’s everything you could ever dream of. Flowers, chocolate or anything else you prefer, definitely in private while telling you everything that he loves and that led up to this moment.

Before this he has backed out many, many times. With Genji and Illari forcing him to finally do it.

His top is gift giving, close next is acts of service.

With gift giving he especially loves making items to give, sees it as being more sincere.

A secret hobby of his is woodcarving. Has had you a smaller custom design based on yourself, which includes matching arrows. (All have both of your names carved into them.)

He’ll take you to one of many Japanese buffet style places. It’s one he used to frequent in his younger years, but not as often now.

You cannot convince this man to let you pay. He is taking that burden as someone like you should never.

Unless you have allergies or just don’t like certain foods, he’ll have you try every bit of food he orders. Hopes you’ll do the same.