#i already did red and blue so might as well combine them

[illmoraineakoi]

This is one of the really interesting questions about the stick figures: how does age, or rather maturity, actually work for them?

As far as I can tell, there are three major types of sticks in canon: Artificial Animated Sticks [Alan's, and potentially other Animators too], Artificial Other Medium Sticks [ie: sticks from games or other types of art that were still created by humans, like the RGBY] and Natural Sticks [Sticks like Purple who were born via reproductive means]

Age between these types of sticks has to have wildly different meanings, as well as the rate of maturity.

Purple, a born stick, is shown to be a baby in his backstory. He's then shown to have grown, though over how long of a timespan is unknown. At best, we can speculate that this type of stick's lifecycle is somewhat similar to a human's: born as an infant that needs to be cared for, and then learning how to live, developing/maturing, as they grow up.

But Artificial Animated Sticks are CLEARLY different.

All four of Alan's sticks are very capable right after creation. They're already quite mentally developed. Victim and Orange especially are quite smart just minutes after their 'birth'. Like they're already at least a couple of years old, cognitively.

Not much has been revealed about other types of Artificial Sticks, but it's likely that they're similar to Animated Sticks in this regard. Perhaps their level of maturity is based on their Creator's intent for them, but without further info, it's difficult to speculate.

As far as I see it, there's two potential measurements of age one could apply to Artificial Sticks: mental age, and age based on their creation date.

Personally, I think that Orange, RGBY, and Chosen all have mental maturity ages equivalent to their creation age [10-12, and 17-18 respectively]. Dark and Victim, however, just feel different.

Dark has always seemed to be a lot more similar to Chosen's age than his 'true' age, and I think that it might be due to the manner of his creation. He was made to Chosen's equal in almost every way, his polar opposite that was designed to be able to destroy him. This intention may have factored in to how "old" Dark was at his time of creation; old enough to match Chosen's. So I feel like Dark is also around 17-18. Maybe 16, if we want to interpret his enthusiasm for showing off the ViraBot as a 'childish' action.

Victim's different. I think that he's a case of being "wiser beyond one's years", entirely due to how much crap he's potentially lived through. 17 years is already a long time for stick figures, but Victim had five extra years to do things that Chosen did not (due to the enslavement). This, combined with how intelligent Victim seems to be, gives off the impression that he's older than 18. More like 23-25. Older than his creation-based age, but still young enough to make reckless, foolish choices based in anger, like trying to get vengeance on his Creator. Undeniably smart and clever, but still a little naive and unable to comprehend the potential bigger picture or the consequences very well. Or perhaps he's just really ambitious and genuinely doesn't care about any of the risks/danger, just about satisfying his vendetta.

(It's possible that future revelations from AvA11 might change this interpretation, so this is all, currently, tentative and speculative despite my own headcanons lmao)

While not specifically important to anything, I also personally headcanon Yellow being the oldest of the RGBY, followed by Blue, Green, and finally Red, though it's more of how twins/triplets argue about who's technically oldest than any meaningful time difference. They were all created on the same day, just a a couple of dozen minutes apart. Orange is the youngest of them all, by at least a year.

Also, another factor that complicates the entire age thing is that we don't know exactly how long living stick figures have been around. We don't know when the Outernet was made, nor where the artificial life came from. It's possible that all of it, everything, only came into existence in the late 1990s/early 2000s. Or, perhaps digital life began around the same time the internet itself was created, which would be around 1983. That's not a lot of time, all things considered. If Natural Sticks age at similar rates to humans, there can't be many generations of them yet.

It' just a really fascinating and confusing part of the lore. It always hurts my brain trying to think about it.

Oh! Oh!

Genuine question for people who consider and accept Color Gang to be 10-12 years old because of their debut episode date(2014):

Do you also accept that Victim and The Chosen One are 18? And The Dark Lord is 14? Because Victim and TCO's videos were uploaded in 2006 and TDL's in 2010.

This is like a GENUINE question. I'm not making fun of you, I'm genuinely curious.

If not, why? I would like to know why Color Gang are special cases.

[pekoriamemories]

Knights Link Ending Cards

[dresshistorynerd]

Sewing 1890s Day Dress in Doll Scale

I went slightly overboard with this second historical doll project. Here's my first one. The style is from around 1897 and more of a middle class style. As with my first doll outfit, I tried to stick to historical methods as much as possible, but the scale forced me to do some deviations. I hand-sew everything though sewing machine was already widely used, because in this scale it's easier to control the stitch, there's not that much to sew anyway and also I just really like hand-sewing. Here's all the items I made. As said, I went a little overboard. One thing that's missing is the corset cover, but the layers of fabric were creating enough bulk on the waist as is so I decided to not make one.

This time I decided to try repainting the face. I don't have any doll customization materials, so I used acrylics. After couple of attempts I got decent results. Acrylics can't make as smooth and delicate finish as pastels, pencils and gouache, which can be used on vinyl with basing sprays, and I'm not experienced with painting small details on 3D objects, so it's a bit smudged at points, especially with the other eye. I aimed for 1890s very neutral make up and the type of expression that was popular in fashion plates and other illustrations.

Undergarments

Combinations and stockings

The combinations are split crotch as they were in the period. They are from thin cotton voile I have a lot of and is very appropriate. I didn't have really tiny enough lace for this, so it's kinda bulky, but I think it's okay enough. The stockings are cotton knit, which fits well. The garters are not actually necessary for this doll since her legs are rubbery.

Corset

I made the corset from a firm-ish linen and satin rayon pretending to be silk as the fashion fabric. The stitching of the boning channels is not super neat, this fabric is very unforgiving, I didn't have exactly matching thread and the scale made it very difficult. I of course didn't have tiny busk, so I used small hooks, sewed thread loops for them and used narrow metal wire for the edges. I think it looks surprisingly right on the outside. I used the same wire as the boning to reinforce the lacing on the back. I didn't actually use boning elsewhere but the tightly packed linen edges in the boning channels kinda work like lighter boning. I think it keeps the shape pretty ways even with just that. I stitched cotton tape inside to shape the corset further. I also didn't have tiny metal eyelets so I hand-sewed the lacing holes.

Bustle pad

The bustle pad is from linen and stuffed with tiny cabbage.

Petticoat

The petticoat is from the same cotton as the combinations.

Outer wear

Skirt

The fabric is cotton half-panama. It's pretty thin, but firm. I would have liked to use a woven wool, but I didn't have any that's thin enough to work in this scale. I think this cotton looks close enough in this scale to a wool with a tight weave, so I'm imagining it's that. My problem was that the cotton was white, but I wanted light brown. I wasn't going to buy any fabric for this, so I did the reasonable thing and dyed it with red onion peals (I've been doing natural dye experiments so this worked well for me).

Shirtwaist

The shirtwaist is from the same cotton as the undergarments. Yes, I dyed it too. I didn't have thin enough cotton in a color that would fit with the skirt and the purple bow, so I dyed it light blue with fabric color. Since I already went the trouble of dyeing I decided I might as well make a small flower print to it since that was popular in the era. I didn't want it to jump out too much but the lighting makes it even less visible. I made it with a white fabric pen. The collar and cuffs are reinforced with linen. I also sewed small stick-like beads to the cuffs on both sides, so one acts as a button (I sewed a buttonhole too) and the other makes it look like they are cufflinks. The bow is from the same fabric as the corset and the belt is sewn from the same cotton as the shirtwaist. The buckle is from a barbie belt.

Waistcoat

The waistcoat is from the same fabric as the skirt, thought the lapels and the back are from another satin rayon. I tailored the front panels and the lapels by stitching the linen interlining with tailor's stitches (I don't remember if that's the correct word in English) into shape. There is some wonkiness on one side of the hemline for some reason.

Boots

I made the slightly insane decision to make the shoes fully from leather, like they would have been in the period. I had an old broken leather wallet I had saved in case I needed some leather scarps. It has fairly thin leather, so it was workable here. It's light brown though, so I used black shoe polish to darken it. I wanted black or very dark brown shoes. I stacked the heels from glue and leather pieces and carved them into the right shape and sewed the shoe itself to leather shaped as the sole and glued it to the heeled and shaped sole. After I had shaped the shoes and the heels as much as I could I painted the heels black.

[stevebabey]

CONGRATULATIONS RUBY!!! You're one of my favorite authors so I trust that you'll make something amazing out of this request (if you like it and feel like writing it, no pressure)

❤️‍🔥 with “Nobody in the world has hands this soft.”

just a little steve hand appreciation blurb (bonus points if you include comparing hands with him!!!)

M!!!! AHHH THANK U ANGEL!! im literally so :')) rn u are so very talented so it really means the world for me to hear u like what i write!! your bonus point suggestion like shaped this whole blurb im so glad u included it & omg its the first to break 1k+ words. i went for mutual pining besties bcos i've only written established relationship so far ! enjoy my dear!!! <3

You can’t believe you’re listening to advice from a 14-year old.

It feels like a new low. The idea that you can’t figure out the flirting thing on your own combined with the fact it’s your kid friend Dustin who seems to have a mountain-load of advice makes you feel— well, less than stellar.

But times are tough. And shit, it’s not actually bad advice.

Besides, despite Steve being your best friend, you’ll admit Dustin and him are close as well. Close enough that you made Dustin swear not to rat out your feelings to Steve at the first opportune moment.

He’d scoffed, then very reluctantly agreed. Seemed miffed you wouldn’t let him play matchmaker. Then set to work formulating a perfect plan on how you were to woo Steve — though he insisted you really didn’t need to because Steve was already well and truly obsessed with you.

“Honest!” He had said, eyes bright, and with that familiar cocky smile like he knew more than you. Which, in this case, might be true.

“Steve’s crazy for you, I can tell. He once gave this whole talk about,” Dustin waved his hands around. “Electricity. It’s a whole thing with him. Just trust me, you guys have it.”

Which leads to the here and now. You’re in the passenger seat of Steve’s beemer, the drive-in screen glowing ahead of you, just out the windshield. It’s night time, the dark lit up by dozens of shiny neon signs dotted about around the drive-in keeping you cozy in the car.

There’s an advertisement for Scoops Ahoy! ice-cream, all red, white, and blue, nautical symbols in every corner on a board to your right; a crimson and mustard coloured hot-dog stand with bright lit bulbs around it and a comically large weiner atop it. Beside it is a less glammed up, but nevertheless, trusty popcorn stand.

One of the buckets from there sits between you two, balanced between the seats. Steve seems to be unaware of your inner turmoil, his interest in the film properly piqued as you debate internally on Dustin’s advice. The film is miles away to you, worrying your bottom lip as you reconsider Dustin’s words.

“Just, like... find a way to touch his hand. No, wait- compare hand sizes! That’s like the oldest flirt in the book.” He’d nodded with enough fervor you nearly didn’t question him. Nearly.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you’d asked. “And where did you hear that?”

“Suze.” He’d said plainly. “And Suzie said she heard it from the girls at one of her camps. And it worked on me, so it’ll work on Steve. He’s simple!”

So, how do you go about this? You’re not sure there’s a natural way to ask to compare hand sizes. This feels like a flirt you’d do if he was just a handsome stranger at a party and you had a couple tequila shots on your side for encouragement. Leaned against a wall, sultry giggles and seductive touches; that seems more fitted for the flirt you’re about to try.

But you’re Steve’s best friend, not a stranger, and there’s certainly no liquid courage in your veins. No party. Just you, armed with more butterflies in your stomach than you can count and the advice of a 14-year old. God, you’re screwed.

You steel yourself and steal a glance at Steve. He’s in that grey shirt you like, long sleeved with just two buttons up the top. Both of them are undone.

You feel a bit peaky at how it makes you flush, seeing a flash of his chest. Briefly, you wonder if he’s worn the shirt because he knows it’s one of your favourites. The thought provides no relief to your nerves.

You fix your eyes forward and miss the way Steve glances to check on you, a smile toying at his lips.

Coincidentally, when he reaches for the popcorn, so are you — and your hands brush in the middle, burning hot, and you startle at the touch. Steve’s already apologising, pulling his hand but in a moment, you see it clearly there; your segue.

“Your hands are so much bigger than mine,” You comment, with a quiet chuckle to seem casual, shifting yourself to face him better. Your stomach turns over with nerves and you have to force yourself to meet his eye.

You raise your hand a bit, palm facing him. “See?”

Steve’s pauses, only for a moment, but it’s enough to send your heart rocketing. Just as you’re about to retract your hand and hope to hide your crumpled pride, embarrassment stinging at your chest, Steve grins.

He chuckles and twists in his seat to face you, unfurling his hand and extending it out towards your own.

He wavers, hesitating just short of pressing his hand against yours and when your eyes dart up to his face, your stomach tightens up a bit more at what you find. Nervous, you think giddily, he’s nervous.

In another second the expression is gone and he presses his hand flush against yours.

“I think you might have the world’s smallest hands,” He jokes, curling his fingers over the top of yours just to prove the point. He’s wrong but compared to his large hands, you can see why it certainly might seem that way.

“I think you just have huge hands, Harrington,” You remark, enjoying the feeling of his hand against yours far too much.

The butterflies in your stomach have evolved into something bigger — some sort of lovebird that pecks at your heart and leaves it bleeding in your chest. The beat of its wings gets louder every second Steve doesn’t pull away. In fact, he leans in closer.

“Nope, it’s your hands, 100 percent.” He nods along, lips quirked into an amused smile. The film continues unnoticed, just flashes of light that illuminate the side of his face. Subconsciously, you lean closer into his space, nearly close enough that you could lean over and lay one of him. If you wanted.

Steve continues with a tease, “I’m serious! Nobody in the world has hands this small.”

“Nobody in the world has hands this soft.” You counter with a grin. It’s true, Steve’s hands aren’t at all like how you’d expected; instead of calloused and rough, they’re supple and soft. Like a lover, not a fighter.

It takes a moment to realise your slip. Your heart stutters and Steve’s eyes turn a little wide. His cheeks flush and the only comfort is the obvious delight on his features, even as he blushes pink. His eyes dart to your lips. You hold your breath.

“Yeah?” He asks and licks his lips. “I- I’ve, uh, heard— well, some would say the same about my lips.”

It’s not nearly as smooth as you’ve seen him be, words a bit fumbled. He screws his eyes shut for a moment, gathers his courage, then keeps going. His voice is quiet, eyes watching you closely. “Softest... yeah, softest in the world s’what they’ve said...”

If by some terrible tragedy you’ve misread this and he’s not asking for a kiss, you’ll happily let the ground swallow you up after this. But with the nervous gleam in his eye, his pink lips, and hand against yours, you think you like your odds.

You close your eyes, lean in, and think of luck.

And even if it was just a line, you have to agree; these are the softest lips you’ve ever kissed, and maybe in the entire world.

join the celebration <3!

[rheiple]

Tea Party in Hell

OneShot

▪︎SUMMARY↦ To think that the tasked that you've been handled would be the cause of meeting your one and only source of nightmare fuel.

▪︎WARNING/s↦ Cussing, Not proofread (I just made this like a min ago)

▪︎CHARACTER/s↦ Eclipse, Reader

▪︎WORD COUNT↦2252 [Minus the dots for the timeskips]

▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE↦ I have not poster for 5 months☠ uhmm hi again, it's been so long since i have posted, I missed writing fanfics so much 😭 But! School is almost over and I can finally have a 2 months break to focus on my hobbies!! I hope you all take this apology gift for me being dead in 5 months 😭😭 (If I'm being honest idk if I should be embarrassed at the fact that this fic is way longer than all of my 4 essays combined 🕴)

You never really thought of how... unique the Daycare Attendant's room is.

Upon opening the secret door that led you to your robotic friend's room, you scanned everything inside. From the hanged up drawings of the little kids, to the disturbingly looking broken staff bots lying on the corner, it didn't help that with their damaged head it looks like they're all at you.

It really surprised you. That because of their obsession with keeping everything clean and perfect, you assumed that their room would be neat.

Well... everyone has problems you guessed, maybe they're too busy with their job to clean up their room. Poor them, overworking theirselves to shut down. Maybe in another time you'll offer to help them clean their room.

You went inside the tube to access the other side of the room. You see something big that's covered with a dusty blanket. You assumed that it's the arcade machine that the staff decided to keep in there... The confusion on how they got that thing in is giving you a headache, and what pains you more is that you have to get that out when you have fixed it.

You huffed at the thought, why do they need this arcade machine anyways? There are plenty of unused gaming machine at the lowest floor, and they're still working pretty well! What's with all the hype on this one?

Taking off the dirty blanket, you see that the arcade machine looks new... It's already powered on, does Sun and Moon play this game?

You examined it closely, searching for a coin in your pocket. You'll just play the game to see if it's working, if it does then you'll bring it outside and clean it up, easy as pie.

But out of the blue, The name of the game appears on the pixelated screen. It's jolly tune of amusic made you immediately jumped out of surprise.

"What the hell? Is this game haunted or what?" You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at the screen. Do they really think that you're a exorcist and not a staff? You really should thought of this through before signing up for this under paying shit of a job.

Hesitantly in doing so, you grabbed the joystick and pressed on a random button to start the game.

So far it went ok, the game is working well, the sky switches from day to night. Everything is going smoothly wait what the fuck did the game glitched did the sky turned red??

You blinked your eyes, but it turned normal as if it the wasn't even real.

Hell no, you stopped playing and turned around. You know you're going to get paid less, and that's fine because you'd rather live than experience some 3 a.m. scary story creepypasta kind of shit.

You flinched at the sudden ear rape sound that the arcade machine emits. Looking back you noticed that the machine is shaking. Black fingertips slowly emerged from the glitched screen.

You didn't have to think two seconds to try and dart through the tube to get out of that room.

And try as you might, but the moment took a step back the said black hands chased after you. They took a hold of your feet and arms, dragging you slowly, inside the haunted machine.

"Let me go! Assholes!" You twist and turn, kicked your legs and punched one of the hands and yet all of your efforts were in vain.

You're eyes darts around to look for anything that could stop them from pulling you inside, you took blocks and hit them with it. You hold on to the big blocks, or anything that that's heavy to not get pulled.

"No! no no nononono!"  You frantically kicked on the machine, lowered your whole body down all to not get close to the screen. You think it worked, for a minute.

Your face drained of color when you see two robotic pair of chance come out. They grabbed on to your waist.

"...Fuck."

You got pulled into the machine.

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You sharply gasped at the sudden jolt through your body. It's so loud, you can't focus. You're sweating real bad. You inspect everything around you.

Breathing heavily a few times, you calmed down a bit. And it helps to make you more aware of your surroundings. The loud sound suddenly going lower and slower.

You realized now that the sound you heard earlier was your own heartbeat.

To say that you're going mad is the right word. The place your in looks like an imitation of hell. Bloodshot red of the sky, those black clouds that are thinly outlined with a bright orange. You noticed that that you aren't laying down on a floor, but rather floating, yet not a cloud, just floating.

You look up at the sky and see-...

Your breath hitched upon making eye contact with the culprit who you think is the reason that you're in this hellhole.

"Is that... a god?"

It's face like the Sun you know, but the colors are very dark and, if you look hard enough you could see the inside of the mouth is glowing with a bright yellow.

The creature went down to you, you saw how it's body is just a big black of glob. It took all of your face muscles to not grimace at the sight of it, you didn't wanna die because of offending it in anyway.

The robotic glitched face tilt it's head looking at you.

You gulped at the staring, and decided to greet him quietly.

"...Hi"

You were grabbed by the wrist.

In one quick motion, it lead you up in the sky, abose the clouds when you look down you don't see anything other than the color of the sky.

You screamed and cried, you didn't do anything to deserve this! Sure you might've said something mean to someone but that wasn't intentional! That was the most you could have done at being bad!

You curled yourself into a ball, if you're going to die you hope they make it quick, you want all of this to end. You can just live peacefully in your second life, no more pain, no more scary robots, no more demonic eldritch being wanting to kill you.

You feel them stop and let them go of your hand. You wiped your eyes to clear your vision. You look around to see everything dark, you know you're in some kind of void, but there's alot of stuff hanging around above you.

You look at the monster in confusion. "W... What's all those?" 'Are you going to kill me with all those items?'

It didn't respond, opted to only look at you.

This suddenly irked you. All this silence is about to  you hysterical. What's his problem? Does he want to see you suffer? He's already done it, why can't he just kill you now?!

You noticed a shadow looming over you, looking up you see a... Kiddies table coming down between you.

The creature backed away to give the table some space.

Your gaze went back up at the stuff above you, to see two cups and a glass teapot filled with... tea? Or coffee? Either way you're not going to drink that.

It landed on the table, each cup is at the end, with the teapot at the middle.

You eyed the creature, it doing it's  head tilt again. "I'm not gonna drink that." You said whilst your crossing your arms.

The teapot floats up again and pours the content at your cup, doing the same at the other. The delicate object went back to it's position.

... Right, an indirect way of telling that you didn't have a choice to begin with. You clicked your tongue in annoyance. Glaring at the monster, asked why you're here.

A minute of silence, and then it finally replied back. "ₒₗd... fᵣᵢₑₙd.." The creature whispered.

"Uh, what??" You couldn't help you're harsh tone. Out of all the things it could've said, it said something so... Weird. As if all of this isn't.

"Old friend who?"

The monster points at you.

Wow. Ok, this is so confusing and stressful. You know that you haven't met it before, so it's highly likely that it must've mistaken you for someone else.

As if reading reading your thoughts- well, at this point it probably is, you're not surprised at anything what it does at this point. The creature called you with your own name.

"Y/ₙ.. ₒₗd f₋fᵣᵢₑₙ-d.."  

You cringed at the sound of it calling you by your name. You look down at your uniform to not see your nametag. It knows your name.

Shoulders are tense, you're back is straight. You kept your guard up incase of anything bad will happen. "Get straight to the point, what do you want from me?"

The monster, let's out a glitched and low sound of a motorboat. What the hell is it doing? Putting a curse on you? You should've brought something holy to smack that with it.

"ₘᵢₛₛₛₛₛ,, y₋ₒᵤ₋ᵤ.."

You're not deaf, you are sure that this mother fucker just hissed at you.

You backed away for a bit, and raised up your hands when it tried to inch closer. 

"Oi! Back the fuck up!" You semi- yelled at the Eldritch as a warning... When you think about it, what is there to warn it about? It could've killed you if it wanted to. Compared to it, you're just a human being with no powers what so ever.

But to your surprise and relief, the creature backed away. Although you think it's because it's of the darkness, you shrugged off the thought of the creature lowering it's head because it was sad of what you did.

Good, he deserved it for scaring you and taking you away.

Now that everything is calmed down, you repeated your question once again.

"...ₕₑₗₚ₋ₚ ₘ₋ₑₑ.."

"Help you? With what?"

"Fᵢₙd...ₘₑ₋ₑ"

You scratched the back of your head. "I don't understand, all of this doesn't! You're already here so why do I have to find you?!"

You head starts throbbing, your vision is getting blurry each second. What? That's impossible, you didn't even drank the fucking tea!

"..ᵢₙₛᵢdₑ."

You collapsed.

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You're being moved. Left and right. Someone familiar is calling your name.

"Y/n..."

Each time you don't answer they're call, they shake you harder.

"...Y/n."

You feel like throwing up from all the things you've went through today. It all felt like a bad dream.

But was it really a dream? You've felt it touch you, it was so real.

"...Y/n?"

And it asked you for help to find it. What does that mean? Find it, inside? Does it mean the arcade? Should you check inside the arcade?

"Y/n!.."

You jolted upwards to sit. You look around, only to see Moon with a worried face.

"Y/n... What are you doing here?"

Loss of words, you shakily pointed at your phone. He seemed to get the memo, as he went for it, he turned it on and went into your emails.

Hi Y/n,

Jamil, your coworker, is here. You were asked by the Fazbear manager to repair the arcade game in the daycare attendant's room. He claimed that kids have a lot of requests for an arcade game that is centered on them. I'm confident you'll be able to locate the movie pirate poster at the theater where their room is located.

You can take your time, but with Fazco, they would like to have the required completion by tomorrow morning. We deeply appreciate on what you do for us, and please be careful.

Regards,

Jamil Mariano

The moon themed animatronic sighed. He went to you and gently picked you up. "I'll take you down stairs.. You need to rest Starlight."

You fidgeted with your fingers. "But what about that?...The Fazco, and the arcade?"

"That's why I'm taking you away from it, Star. You've been through enough, you deserve to sleep well."

You leaned on his chest. You could worry about the machine later, right now you trust Moon to have your back... Just, a little nap wouldn't hurt..

The night themed robot emits a lullaby, a great distraction for you to not hear him talk with his other half, that's been talking inside their shared minds.

'Moon?...Do you think they saw him?'

He lets out a tired sigh. "They probably have.."

The Sun began to ramble question after question to fill their minds with. What should they do? Do they need help?- Oh, of course they do! But how do we help them?? Can't we just destroy the arcade machine?! No wait, what if it went to another arcade machine, or worse, what if went through their phone?! Who knows what he have done to our Starshine-

The moon softy hissed at his counter part. it annoyed him to hear him worry like this, yet he understands. He too is worried for their friend's safety, that's why they need to deeply think this through before they might do something rash.

"Let's... Not worry for now, they're safe here.. And we should focus on the present, to be aware of our surroundings... to protect them.."

The rambling died down, and Sun agreed... However, they couldn't really push back down their thoughts, they need to act quicker than him. If they dont want to loose the only friend they have.

[queenendless]

My Hallow Fairy✨️

A/n: Short piece. Sorry if it seems like it wasn't done with enough effort. But I genuinely wanted to get something out for this week cause next week is the last time. Cause Halloween is gonna be big. If ya know, ya know. But I at least am glad I got something of Winx on here.

Ault!Bloom x Adult!Fem!Reader.

Short AU piece. Hurt/comfort, romance, fuff, and implied suggestive stuff. Just pure self indulgence cause she's my favorite fairy. I prefer the 4kids dub. Especially for Bloom's VA; perfection. So there.

"He's the biggest fool of them all to not appreciate the energetic, sweet, creative, beautifu angel that you are —!"

The moment those words left your lips, your confession became ingrained into the mind of the princess of Domino before she flung herself into your arms, smiling smittenly as she kissed you into a blushing humming mess.

The time spent being there by her side to help her cope through the messy breakup with that blond dunce of a royal ex were filled with tears, tissues, and tugs of the heartstrings. Never date a guy that lies about being engaged to another yet still taking you out amiss it. Besides spending time with the rest of the Winx Club, you used the time together to do anything and everything to help Bloom get through it all.

And in the midst of all that, your harbored feelings for your childhood friend turned crush only grew in the time you reconnected and renewed your old relationship. And of course, that relationship blossomed into a most intimate kind.

Fast forward to the Halloween party you were hosting — cause let's be real throwing one for your favorite holiday in this scenario would happen —

"Well what do you think?"

Turning around, your red cheeked gaping expression of yours made the Winx Club giggle. For your mesmerized The two heart marks on her cheek. The pink and blue highlights in her pigtailed hair. The gothic fairy before you brought you to awareness from those twinkling blue eyes.

"Beguiling."

"Careful~ I might just put a spell on you~" That coy grin of hers just made you want to smooch it away. And you did.

"You already have~ For a long time now~"

Hugging her waist, you and your special HalloWinx held hands and spun in glittery bliss, lost in each other’s gazes.

The floating lite jack o lanterns mingling with the girls pixies invisible to regulars eyes aside from the Winx and you.

The costumed dancing pairs twirling about the skeletons and knights lining the walls to the beat of the spooky themed, booming music

The spooky castle setting for a lively party is a match made in chaotic fun.

The girls danced amongst themselves, with other costumed kindred souls, and even dragging you two into their chaos.

Watching these Hallowinx doing the Pumpkin Boogie as the multicolored strobe lights made them pop out more than ever amongst your partying attendees.

Combine that rushing heated sensation with some fizzy drinks and you two can't keep your hands off each other.

The late night came rushing in like a white hot wave as you two dove into an unoccupied room, lost in kisses and sighs. Brushing those red locks off her bare shoulder, your fingers caressing her velvety smooth skin, stripping off her form fitting costume in a steamy rushed manner. And she gave you the same treatment; just as impatient and tempted.

Your lovestruck gazes stayed on each other the whole time. Letting the full moon gaze upon your pairing as you were lost in endearing pleasure. To worship and cherish your fiery angel.

The party ran on for the whole night, ending in the drawls of the sunrise. The castle would be filled with stragglers waking up from the highs of partying.

For you? It was the start of the new month. And the start of a breathtaking morning as you woke up in each other's arms. Nuzzling her giggling face as you breathed in her cozy scent.

"Never let go." Bloom whispered.

"I won't. Not you, love. Never." Your heated promised sealed in with a kiss.

[sevi007]

FF 16 spoilers

Spoilers right up til the ending lads and ladies

Are you kidding me. Are you. Kidding. Me

Ahem. Excuse me. I needed to get that out of my system.

Like. I‘m still reeling. I „only“ had the final fight to finish, thought yea, easy - and now this rollercoaster ride of feels right here. Ugh. Uff

I will get more into depth on the whole game in a seperate post later, but right now I need to jot down my first impression

From the start just - ugh. UGH. Gav openly crying into Clive‘s shoulder. Mid almost doing the same as they talk about Cid. Byron seeing his brother‘s sons off into a suicide mission

(Where was Otto though? Needed Otto, Goetz, Charon and Blackthorne here too! And Terence while we‘re at it. Aggressively promoting the NPCs here)

And Jill. Jill. I‘m almost glad she stayed behind and wasn‘t in danger but ouch. Now is so not a good moment for a love confession children (I know, I know, it might be the last chance, but that makes it so much more difficult). Why must you hurt me so, you two.

I will get back to that though

Then the journey and the final fight. Can I say I‘m almost disappointed there was no big aerial battle as Bahamuth against the many thralls? That would have been cool. But alas

I WOULD have liked for the battle of the three Eikons against Ultima to be. A real battle? Like the the Cinematic clashes are rather slow compared to other QTEs, I didnt feel a lot of excitement in this part of the battle compared to the rest of it

Changed with the next cutscene though. I mean, I had already suspected there is more of Ultima‘s people - one for every Eikon - but I had thought the Mothercrystals are there to power them up, and destroying them would stop that. I was just as shocked as Clive to here we basically helped them with it.

And then. Then. Here‘s the yelling part, the are you kidding me -

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE LOSE JOSHUA?!

We JUST got him back! After 18 years! We had all these sidequests to gather him medicine! He is literally the Phoenix - Undying! Nope. Nu-uh. Square I am not accepting that. Did not happen in my book

But also thos is quite possible one of the visually most beautiful scenes, what with the Phoenix wings and reflecting in Joshua‘s eyes. And the voice actors, especially Clive‘s, really knocked it out of the park. The gasps and sniffles and the pain? Holy shit. I cried mostly because of the voices

The unholy rage I felt man - I felt very much in Clive‘s position there. Very immersive. Just absolutely get WRECKED Ultima, you made the wrong brother angry

The battle was so, so awesome. I‘m sorry but this might just about be cooler than the one in Rebirth, hands down.

The music - that was a remix of Find the Flame, yes? It sounded different but alike.

Then that it was one on one, and Ultima almost humanlike - fit really well in showing how he is no different from us, from Clive. And the way Ultima got more and more desperate and lost all cool, INCREDIBLY satisfying

the part where Ultima and Clive kept meeting Eikon with the same Eikon - combined with the Voice overs from Clive‘s friends - so good, I cheered.

The Eikon fight part was also very cool. Hate to say it, but blue-fire Ifrit also looks damn cool. Can we get blue and red fire please XD

Just. The entire fight was wellrounded and fun, really had my blood pumping, I loved it.

And then. Then, the end. The flashback to baby Clive and baby Joshua. Come on. Dont turn the knife in the wound you sadists!

Well. Obviously. They are all okay. It‘s clear as day. Clive healed Joshua, so he‘s gonna be okay. Dion only fell into the sea, and OBVIOUSLY the Enterprise had followed them and picked him up. And Clive already got to the beach all alone, now we just need to go get him. Yup. Mhm

(But Sevi the game made it clear - shhhh. Shush. No. Not in this house. In this house, we live in dellusion)

[fateinthestars]

Yeesh has it really been nearly a week since I did a review/ramble post for SCM?

Well as I've replayed some stuff as I'm working on something (I fear due to the way I've decided to do it in the end that it's gonna take a while!), I may as well cover one of the ones I replayed yesterday...

So let's cover 'Whispers of Love from the Stars'

This set includes stories for: Leon, Scorpio, Teorus, Dui, Huedhaut, and Ichthys

Spoilers under the cut

Whispers of Love from the Stars

This whole set goes into specific human myths to do with the constellations and it's rather interesting to see some more of those combined with the Gods' reactions to them.

LEO: Catching Lions with Honey

I'm struggling to think of stuff to say about this one (especially without switching the mature filter on) but the other Gods getting MC into awkward situations in Leon's route does feel rather common!

Ichthys, Teorus, I really think you ought to find a way to apologise to MC.

SCORPIO: Under an Aphrodisiac's Spell

Oh for goodness sake MC! The last thing you saw Scorpio doing was making something. Dui told you it was a poison. Why the hell did you even pick that glass up?!

Still Scorpio was straight and to the point and helped quickly. I am wondering how this would have gone down had it happened with one of the others.

(Yeesh for that matter considering what God's poison does to Humans, what would Zyglavis have done in this situation if it was early on in his route???)

TAURUS: Sweet Prince, Take Me Away

Pffft. Okay this might be one of my favourite Teo stories but I have to admit it's not really because of Teo.

I would say I don't want to spoil the beginning but I think as long as you've played any main story it's pretty damn obvious who the Teorus at the start of this really is.

And I'm still laughing at the fact that a major part of what gave him fully away (even if MC already had doubts) was using his own full name rather than the nickname Teo would have used.

It is interesting that Ichthys does make so many mistakes here though... usually he has impersonating the others voices and mannerisms down really well. The food thing I'm not surprised at, but not thinking about the fact that Teo calls him Ikky? I wonder whether that implies Ichthys doesn't actually really like that but doesn't bring it up with Teo because they're friends and he just lets him do it but might not from anyone else. (Actually Teorus seems to have an ability of getting the others to let him call them by different nicknames - Scorpio doesn't pull him up on calling him Scorpy but the one story where Ichthys does it he bit his head off!)

GEMINI: Lost Between Two Stars

And now we're onto the first of the three in this set where MC isn't dating the God in question yet.

This is a nice sweet trip for MC and Dui with quite a bit of insight into how Dui feels.

I'd be interested to know whether anyone read this one before they read Dui's main story, because the 'dream' sequence in this probably hits slightly differently depending on how much of his backstory you are aware of in advance.

AQUARIUS: Intoxicated by the Deep Blue Night

Ow, my heart. *hugs Huedhaut tightly*

The start of this is an interesting talk between him and MC, and of course Hue knows the human myths for his constellation well because, well, he's Hue... but then suddenly everything is focussed on the past and you can really feel the heaviness in Hue's heart, especially as this is set pre main path.

Sometimes it feels really hard to not want to go and find Hue and just shout tell her! at him. 😅

This does have one of my favourite light-hearted moments though, and that's this:

Pfft oh Hue. 🥰 Guess I was right in my post where I basically said it felt like sometimes you should ask Hue and Karno to step away from the others to trick them into having a break.

PISCES: The Tangled Red Thread of Fate

Oh I utterly adore this chaos. Yes it's another Ichthys story before he's with MC but this one really does feel like it could have been the start of something.

Although, Ichthys? You really do get a rush out of infuriating Scorpio don't you? There was no reason to use that specific thing to act out the myth!

I adore Hue's reaction to the situation in this too. (Although his comment about fate specifically? My heart's breaking again...)

Attempted ranking thingy:

Aquarius

Pisces

Gemini

Scorpio

Taurus

Leo

Odd, the three that are pre-relationship on the top? But I think even though these are really close together in enjoyment level (apart from maybe Leon's) for me, that those three are the highlight of this set. Scorpio's also adds some interesting lore which is probably why I've put him just above Teo's even though here Teo is charming and sweet and even Ichthys' prank can't really dampen his mood because it showed him how well MC knows him.

Those top three though: Dui's is almost like a missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle that rounds off the start of his path nicely. An actual attempt to suggest to MC that there is a problem and what she would think if she knew... Ichthys' is the least consequential of the three but there's just something here that really sparks for me (I do wonder whether that is partly due to Hue's reaction - it's almost like he's realised something has started between the two of them and is happy to step back and watch. Like you get in some of the other main paths - he never interferes but is always making sure in his own way that MC is happy and not in danger)... which leads us nicely onto Huedhaut's own story - it just encompasses everything Hue is as a character in one short burst: from his vast knowledge (even of stuff like human myths) to his winemaking abilities, to his sarcasm (but ability to stop when he realises he's taking it too far), all the way to his complete and utter inner turmoil at having to see MC every day knowing something that he doesn't dare bring up but still cannot stop himself from vaguely murmuring stuff related to his secret.

[otwdfanfic]

Very random and out of pocket but!! A few weeks ago I followed some classes on designing book covers based on themes and what you want possible readers to feel when seeing the book for the first time.

So it's been a while since I did that, and I got to thinking, what if I make some little cover sketches for otwd to practise? After some thinking and rereading some of the earlier chapters, I put down a little concept;

The most important part, for me, was showing one of two main things that really jumped out to me when reading; the ocean/freedom and betrayal. So, I jotted down some things for either idea.

For the ocean/freedom, I decided to go with a bit more of a traditional cover, very balanced, very light, as Nuffink's story isn't dark from the very start. I'd combine it with lighter shades of blue (to connect it to Nuff's main colours as well) with the colours darkening in ITPN and book three (see the colour palette in the top! Would also help the cold of itpn stand out)

In the first option, I also thought it would be really cool if the ocean was parting slightly as a way to invite nuffink to its waters, real "child of the ocean" vibes (and also to keep the image more balanced). The mist in the background would be a nod back to HTTYD and RTTE, where the mists to both the Dragon Island and into the Great Beyond was a symbol for mystery and adventure. And that's what Nuff's doing! He's going on an adventure that's gonna scar him for life! I'm still contemplating if the Chicken should be drifting on the ocean in the bg, but I think it would be a very good nod to Nuffink being invited onto the open waters. This cover would be leaning towards a light blue!

The second cover I based on the theme of betrayal and, more literally translated into the image, backstabbing. This would be much darker and colder immediately, which I'm not certain is the best decision considering the first chapters of otwd aren't outright dark, but it would display the idea of betrayal very well! As for colours, again, it would be darker, but still keeping the idea of blue to connect it back to Nuff and his ocean. The knife would be hanging just above his back (which would also be pretty significant as for the most part in otwd, he's not actively being betrayed, it's more hanging above his head and hits him at the end and thus it hanging above his back instead of already being in his back would make this more clear)

Anyways, that was a bit of my thought process behind these cover ideas! I'm not entirely certain if I'll work them out (it really depends on time lmao) but just in case I won't, here are the sketches and the ideas!

Again, this might be very out of pocket but I just love thinking about these kind of things haha

That class sounds really cool omg. I love these ideas! I've brainstormed otwd covers in the past but very generic ideas like just a picture of the kids flying on their dragons lol not so much theme based like a real book cover. 

The composition of the first idea reminds me of the painting Wanderer above the Sea of Fog which is soo fitting! I like the idea of ocean/freedom/betrayal as the fundamental themes for the first one and it's interesting to think how the themes would change over time through itpn and totg. Do you know the book series Red Queen? They're sitting on my shelf rn and the covers have a similar shade of blue and each book is darker as the story becomes darker, I love the effect.

My dream would be to eventually commission a set of matching covers like these (maybe after I finish all 3 fics or at least start posting totg) and also make my own set of covers. If I ever make my own set I'd probably give each character their own cover- maybe Nuffink for otwd, Baldur for the downed dragon, Bjorn for itpn, Eret for the dancing and the dreaming, and Zephyr for totg? Gustav's prequel would be tricky lol

[brendathedoodler]

You mentioned AS Four getting Legend as an Animal companion- how did that work out for them? I foresee some shenanigans and frustration lol.

Oh yeah, absolutely.

The entire time Legend is like “by the golden three, they’re all so fucking sad and stupid” (as if he wasn’t also sad and stupid at his age), while Four is like “is this my spirit guide or something??? Why is he a jerk?”

Their relationship as far as bunny Legend and Four is a little confusing, since time travel itself is confusing. Four recognizes bunny Legend as his little companion when they meet during LU, but Legend doesn’t recognize him back. Meanwhile during Four’s adventure, Legend recognizes him but he doesn’t recognize Legend since LU hasn’t happened yet.

The first time Four met bunny Legend was sometime after he been roaming around. The colors spent a lot of time exploring Hyrule and reintroducing themselves to the world around them. They were mostly doing side quests, getting money, and buying clothes. They’d officially settled on their color nicknames by then, and had begun to create some semblance group cohesion (though the few shrines they’d attempted had been difficult and frustrating to say the least).

Legend showed up, and their first meeting went about like this (Blue was promptly bitten). Despite this rocky start, he kept showing up, and the colors accepted him. The widely agreed upon nickname for him was Pink (matching their color theme), though Vio also kept calling him Yardstick because “he has three feet” (only Green thought it was funny).

By this point, Legend had already lived his life. He‘s older, more mature, and had been pulled from his afterlife to help Four out. He doesn’t mind, though, especially since he remembers Hyrule had done the same for him once upon a time. Hyrule had appeared as the ghost of a Great Fairy (or maybe just a normal ghost; Legend had assumed he was a Great Fairy at the time), rather than an animal guide, but it was much the same.

Despite his age and maturity, Legend is still a moody little guy. Blue claims he has a resting bitch face (Green always insists that Blue’s a hypocrite for it), but even if the two butt heads they’re still fond of one another. Legend doesn’t like being carried, but might crawl into their laps if they’re sitting down and having a particularly rough time. If they aren’t sitting down he’ll be an obnoxious little shit until they agree to stop and take care of themselves.

He couldn’t provide much help in fights, but he did often lead Four to hidden koroks, shrines, and other things of note (like weapons, or alerting him of nearby lynels and hynoxes). He was never a constant companion (he didn’t want to risk Four relying on him, knowing full well that their time together was limited), but he was there frequently enough for Four to consider him a friend. An obnoxious friend who bit him for small infractions and laughed at him when he did dumb shit, but a friend nonetheless.

The first time Legend saw the colors combine into Four, he was honestly shocked. The Four he’d come to know was impulsive and had trouble making decisions, but he was startled to see just how much he struggled before their adventure together. Four was very obviously four guys in a trench coat rather than the singular Link. He talked to himself, which isn’t all that weird, but he constantly interrupted his own sentences and stumbled over his words. He was often off balance if he didn’t have a clear goal, walking as if two different people were choosing where his feet would go (and they probably were). It was hard to watch, but also made Legend proud as he got to see them learn to work together more. He could see it in the way his walking steadied, decisions got a little easier, and his disagreements were more internal than out loud.

The first time Four felt like Link again rather than Green, Red, Blue, and Vio had been after facing Vah Naboris. The battle had been brutal, but he’d won. Legend couldn’t come with, but he knew Four would be fine and didn’t stress, just waited at the place he’d teleport to when he was done. When Four appeared, Legend expected to hear about the battle. Instead he got to hear the joyous news that he felt like one person again.

(Legend wonders if this is how Hyrule’s ghost felt watching a younger Legend learn and grow. He wonders if Hyrule ever had any children of his own, and if Legend reminded him of them. Four certainly reminds Legend of his own.)

There were plenty of genuine feelings with these two. Legend snuggling by one of the colors when they were injured, Four spending weeks crafting a prosthetic leg for the one Legend is missing, comforting Red after it seemed Shadow was playing favorites, the re-discovery of Fort Hateno, late night talks about grief, the calamity, the struggle of figuring out how to be a person again…

There were also plenty of shenanigans.

A great example is the basket added to the front of the master cycle zero, combined with the silly helmet and harness Vio made for Legend. He absolutely fucking hated it. The harness was ridiculous, the helmet restricted the movement of his ears, and it just felt infantilizing! Unfortunately, if he was going to ride the cycle, he was going to have to wear them. He didn’t do it willingly. Lots of chasing, struggling, and bitten fingers later, he’d been forced into the harness. The helmet was abandoned. The harness at least had a clip to the basket so he wouldn’t go flying away with the stunts (not that Legend could really get hurt, and even if he did he’d just appear again the next day, good as new. Not like he could communicate that, though).

After taking over the Yiga Vio firmly decided to never eat a banana again (he’d eaten almost nothing but bananas for a week and a half straight). Legend proceeded to hide bananas in his bedroll, in his clothes, tie them to his weapons, and all sorts of dumb shit like that. Legend would pull them out of his slate, set it up, and then put it back so he’d have no idea. Then when he went to use the item, the hidden banana would emerge with it. Absolutely infuriating! Everyone else thought it was the funniest shit ever (until he started doing it to them too).

There’s also been plenty of moments that were just straight up Legend watching Four make a fool of himself. For example!

The divine beasts granted elemental magic. Blue didn’t get the memo after they fought Vah Ruta, but after Vah Vaboris Vio figured it out and decided to experiment with his lightning. He proceeded to electrocute the hell out of himself, run out of mana, roll down a hill like a limp noodle, and stop at the bottom face down, ass up.

The time Four had to strip down to his underwear under a blood moon to get a shrine. Legend found it absolutely hysterical and almost got thrown off a tower. The only thing saving him was the fact that Four wasn’t 100% certain that he wouldn’t get hurt from it. Shadow also laughed hysterically. Four refused to do it split, since none of the colors would agree to being the one to sacrifice their dignity. It was all or none. No compromises.

The time Blue froze his own feet to the floor just outside of a stable. He was trapped. The stable dog trotted over and peed on his leg.

The time Four accidentally added way too much Goron spice and was literally in tears. Legend had gotten the spiceless version of the soup (Four always took out small portions for him) and was perfectly fine.

That time Green managed to somehow get a guardian scout out of a shrine and proceeded to ride it around (it eventually flung him off and shot him, but one fairy later and he was fine)

Red’s brilliant idea to use bomb arrows on Death Mountain. He thought it would kill the talus faster. It would have if his arrows had reached the target instead of exploding in his face.

They had a good time.

[tabbytabbytabby]

A Strangely Comforting Combination

Also on AO3

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The last thing Johnny's expecting when his car breaks down and he finds himself stranded in the small town of Beacon Hills is to be attacked by a wolf on the side of the road and somehow survive. But he does. 

He's sore as hell and expects to have a few scars, both mental and physical, but the doctor assures him he'll live. He expects that to be the end of it.

Then a man who introduces himself as Chris Argent shows up at his hospital room the morning he's set to be released, asking questions about the wolf that attacked him.aesthetician.

"Did you get a good look at it?" Chris asks him.

Johnny shrugs. He doesn't think much of it. Maybe the man works for the county or something and is trying to catch the wolf. Plus, he's not the first one that had questions.

"I don't know, man. It was dark. But I swear the eyes were glowing red or some shit."

He expects Chris to scoff and call him crazy, but instead, he fixes his intense gaze on him. "Red? You're sure?"

"Yeah," Johnny says. "That'd be kind of hard to miss."

Chris sighs and runs a hand down his face. "Shit."

"What is it?" Johnny asks him, confused by his reaction.

"The wolf that bit you wasn't a normal wolf," Chris says.

"What? Does it have like a new kind of rabies or something?" Johnny's eyes widen. "Wait, am I gonna die? The doctors and nurses said I was healing fine."

"Better than fine, I imagine," Chris says. "In fact, I think you'll find yourself completely healed within the next couple of days."

Johnny frowns. "I don't know a lot about this medical stuff, but that seems pretty fast."

"Oh, it is, Mr. Lawrence," Chris says. "But as I said, the wolf that bit you wasn't a normal wolf."

"But you never told me how," Johnny says.

"We probably shouldn't do this here," Chris mutters.

"Well, that's too damn bad because I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on."

"It was a werewolf," Chris says. "An alpha, in fact."

Johnny snorts. "Bullshit."

"You don't believe me?"

"Werewolves don't exist."

"So you think it's normal for wolves to have glowing red eyes?" Chris questions.

No. No, he doesn't. That part hasn't been making sense to him. But werewolves? That's even more far-fetched. But Chris seems serious about it, and he doesn't seem like the kind of man that would just make something like this up. Which only leads to more questions.

"What does that mean for me?" Johnny asks quietly, even though he already knows the answer. He needs to hear it.

"Well, since you've survived the bite, that means your body hasn't rejected it," Chris says. "You'll start noticing some changes soon. Your body will heal faster. Your senses will be sharpened. Which might be hard to deal with at first, but we can help you through it."

"We?"

Chris smiles, something small and private. "What? You didn't think you were the only other werewolf in town, did you?"

"Honestly, I'm still wrapping my head around the whole thing," Johnny says.

"Well, you're not freaking out, so that's a good start."

Johnny has to laugh at that. "Dude, I'm totally freaking out in my head. You just told me I'm a fucking werewolf. How else am I supposed to take it?"

"Fair point," Chris says. "But as I said, there are people to help you through it."

Johnny looks at the man in front of him. With his leather jacket and deep blue eyes. And his scent... Johnny lifts his head, and his nostrils flare as he takes in the smell of leather, gunpowder, and sandalwood. It's a strangely comforting combination.

A throat clears and he opens his eyes to find Chris watching him. "Ah."

"What?" Johnny asks.

"Your eyes were glowing," Chris tells him. "Just now."

Johnny wants to ask what color. He has so much he wants to know. But none of those questions come. Only one. And it feels like the most important thing.

"Will you be there?"

Chris tilts his head. "Where?"

"You said there are people that will help me through all of this," Johnny says. "Will you be one of them?"

"I can be," Chris says. "If you want."

Johnny smiles and nods his head. His whole life has been turned upside down, but looking at Chris, he feels something settle inside him. This might not be so bad after all.

[turboacek-blog]

MPM battle prediction

So as most know Ash had been rotating all his Pokemon in MPM

And as it gets closer to the end only so many Pokemon of his haven't appeared yet

I made a messy graphic to try and keep track

Red means they have appeared (in Gengars case we know appears next episode)

Yellow is the weird area that Mr. Mime appeared with Delia but not under Ash, and Butterfree just appeared in the last episode of journeys and might count for this

Blue is that technically (pre-evolutions) for them they were in the flashback montage Ash and Pikachu had in MPM 6 which shouldn't count as we did get Talonflame but if we don't get Hawlucha then that might be why

I think counting the released Pokemon like Pidgeot and Goodra are too unlikely but since we did have Lapras and Butterfee and Greninja in journeys it's not ruled out completely

If the graphic is too hard to see then the remaining Pokemon are Muk, Tauros, Noctowl, Swellow, Glalie, Torkoal, Staraptor, Infernape, Gliscor, Gible, Unfezant, Pignite, Scraggy, Palpitoad, Boldore, Krookodile, Hawlucha, Lycanroc, Melmetal, Dragonite, Lucario, Dracovish...

Plus Pokemon like Pidgeot, Greninja, Naganadel and other temporary Pokemon like Nebby that I'm not counting

So that's 22 Pokemon with 4 episodes left (counting episode 8 with Gengar as there's a chance that more pokemon of Ash’s can appear) not even including the released ones

22/4 = 5.5

So basically to include everyone he needs to use 5 in each episode from now on as Pikachu is a permanent 6th spot

Which is 20 so it seems at least 2 are getting left out unless they do something unique like we see Ash go swap Pokemon after using one

So that made me wonder, who are they saving for the last episode?

As they already used Pokemon like Charizard Sceptile and Incineroar

So it's not like it would have been an all-ace episode

But I do think they have to have some sort of battle in these last episodes as Ash vs Misty was nice but I don't think that would be the last pokemon battle we would see ever from Ash

So this is my guess for his last battle team

I'm also going to try to not cross the same generation (ex not two or more Pokemon from Hoenn)

Pikachu (of course)

Lucario: it seems that with journeys being his most recent series Lucario is currently the non-Pikachu ace so if a major battle happens he would pick him (lucario is weird as its a gen 4 pokemon but caught in the gen 8 time so i just will consider it both)

Swellow: of his remaining flying Pokemon I think Swellow is the most battle-focused one (could be Staraptor as well)

Krookodile: I think of the remaining Gen 5 Pokemon Krookodile offers least type overlap and can offer a different battle approach

Lycanroc: idk, of the remaining alola pokemon Melmetal type overlaps with Lucario and can in a way be the same as Krookodile role-wise (but can easily be Melmetal for the gen 7 spot)

Quilava: only non gen 1 or 8 Pokemon left are gen 2 and 6 since noctowl and Hawlucha has the type overlap, Quilava was the last choice, and is powerful and more battle ready than some of the other Pokemon left like Muk

So yeah I think his final battle team will be Pikachu, Lucario, Swellow, Krookodile, Lycanroc and Quilava

With a bonus that Pikachu could GMax, Lucario mega evolve, and Lycanroc Z move

I think there are other combinations that make sense like Hawlucha, Pignite, and Glalie being all good battlers with I think for example Hawlucha having a higher chance than I might have let on, plus it seems also possible Pokemon like Infernape and Dracovish should be included but this is just my prediction

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Bonus

I think for the next episode along with Gengar Ash will use Gliscor and Infernape with maybe Muk and Noctowl

Gliscor is a nocturnal Pokemon and could help in this night-focused episode, and Infernape and Gengar have a bond plus the fire can be used as a light or something

With maybe a slight chance for Muk and Noctowl as Muk is a poison type and could come in handy and Noctowl's psychic abilities and also being a nocturnal Pokemon could help

Infernaoe could be swapped for a pokemon like Torkoal and the list carries on but just my guess

[katieshumanitiesblog]

A Manifesto of Passion

Our world is one where the expression of passion translates to dramatics and extremism. I stand to praise encouragement to all to feel the emotions of life with emphasis and confidence. We shall have freedom to follow our hearts and reject the limitations imposed by society. I imagine a future where people are true to themselves and chase their ambitions without fear or hesitation, all because they are passionate about what they do. Our unconscious mind drives us to do things through a sense of meaning, whether we know it or not, and everyday is an opportunity to reveal our thoughts and devotions. 

When you drink from the well of passion, life takes on a new dimension, full of purpose and infinite vitality.  Our passion lights the way, driving us onward with boundless fire and determined purpose in a world where routine and doubt are ordinary. 

I wrote about my mother, a poem that reminded me of her and the love she grew into me. The emotion I embodied in “This poem” written on my blog, gives purpose to an already important relationship. You can see my thoughts through this post, the weight of where this topic lies upon me, and the revelations I've made growing into my own heart.

My photo collection combines my love for the humans in my life and the act of capturing a moment forever. Through words I express the importance of these relationships, through pictures you see the words come to life, through analysis you feel the feelings I am expressing. 

Music is most notably accepted in regards to the passions people have as both artists and listeners. My music theme is a collection of artists differing opinions on America. A theme filled with controversy on both ends. You experience what it’s like to undergo oppression and the fulfillment of patriotism in a single post. The controversy lies much deeper, questioning how much you can feel and how far you can go with them. Many dismiss passion as an individual “doing too much” or overreacting to their interest. Whether that be a positive interest they chose to speak on or a negative topic, the pushback we see towards expressionists leaves a bad taste in my mouth. One might find the song “Courtesy of the red, white, and blue” written by Toby Keith as a classic embark into American culture while others resonate much more with the song “The Bigger Picture” by Lil Baby. Both of these pieces reflect much different experiences in America, as I wrote in my blog post, yet express the same passionate energy towards a common factor. Without the efforts made by artists of all kinds, there would be no tangible demonstration of feelings and experiences many have lived through. 

Desire is what drives development and new ideas. Fundamental changes, game-changing innovations, and ground-breaking discoveries all stem from this one factor. When we have deep personal investment in a cause or concept, we are more likely to take risks, try new things, and question established norms; as a result, we may find ourselves paving the way for revolutionary change. Through my passions I have learned so much more when acting on the impulses I feel. The direction our minds head towards when you put feelings into action lead to remarkable finds, things we did not know existed. On top of that, following our hearts brings us happiness and contentment. The ordinary becomes extraordinary when it gives meaning and thrill to even the most routine activities. Loving life to the fullest means savoring every moment, no matter how big or little, and marveling at the simple things around us.

Finally, I say, listen up: the call to make passion our essence is loud and clear. The ability to overcome obstacles, discover underlying abilities, and carve out a unique route to happiness is contained in its passionate embark. Join me in kindling the fires of inspiration in one another and in the world at large, so that our shared dreams may shine brightly. Being passionate about something not only helps us find our true selves, but it also reveals our limitless potential.

[mckiwi]

Abraham’s Side

The time came when the beggar died, and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. (Luke 16:22)

Angels are said to guide humans to their deaths, but what about other angels? Or rather, fallen angels?

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Good Omens

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, Metatron

Tags: BAMF Aziraphale, Hurt Aziraphale, Hurt Crowley, Metatron Being an Asshole, Biblical Scripture References, Holy Water, Suicidal Thoughts, Aziraphale’s Flaming Sword, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale, Post Season 2, Hurt/Comfort

Words: 1,143

“One of your duties as the Supreme Archangel is to, uh… assist the other archangels when their time should come to a close.” The Metatron explained as he and Aziraphale walked along the cliff’s edge. Soft waves crashed against the rocks below and the air smelled faintly of sea salt. It was a funny thing; being on Earth as long as Aziraphale had. He didn’t need to breathe, for example, but oh, did he want to. He could name every element, name every molecule and atom, yet he found he rather liked combining these things together. Hydrogen, Oxygen, Sodium, and Chloride on their own were wonderful, indeed, but mix them together and it was heaven. Or rather, it was Earth . He didn’t quite remember when he’d started to prefer the soil beneath his feet over the blue and clear sky above, yet here he was, gazing out at the distant mountains shimmering in the ripples.

Aziraphale’s eyes were locked onto the mountains as he spoke, “Does it happen often? Archangels dying?”

The Metatron hummed thoughtfully, “Not really, no. Every few millennia or so, at most, hence why it is your honor to help them with the transition process. Not much can take down a mighty archangel.”

“What about me? When I die?” Aziraphale asked, still watching the sunlight glitter over the water.

“What makes you think you’re allowed to die?” The Metatron scoffed. Aziraphale chuckled slightly at that, and turned to the other angel at his side, expecting to find some sense of humor in those eyes. He found none. Face falling, he looked down at his off-white boots. He terribly missed his old shoes. He missed his coat, too, if he were being honest with himself. As well as his tie, and his books, and his bookshop, and his desk, and his humans, and his friend !”

What did it matter now, anyway? He’d already given up all of those things.

The Metatron raised a hand and the two stopped walking, “Well then, Aziraphale, there he is. Though, now that I think of it, I do believe I might have chosen the wrong angel for the job.”

Aziraphale shuffled and shook his head quickly, “Oh, no, no, no. I am perfectly qualified, I assure you.”

“We’ll see. Go now, he’s been waiting a long time for you.” The Metatron nodded towards a black-clad figure about a stone’s throw from where the two stood.

Aziraphale raised a shaky hand to his lips and took one, two, three tentative steps over toward the demon. The demon in question had his head hung low and his face just out of view. His red hair had grown longer and was less put together than the last time Aziraphale had seen it. There was a pair of sunglasses to the side of the demon, alongside a golden ring Aziraphale had grown fond of wearing. In the demon’s grasp, much to the angel’s dismay, was a tartan bottle.

Aziraphale choked, “Crowley?”

“He can’t hear you, not quite yet, anyway.” The Metatron explained.

Aziraphale whipped around to face the Metatron, breath staggered, “I thought you said I would be helping archangels! Angels! Not demons!”

A shrug, “Perhaps the files need to be updated. He used to be an archangel, after all. And besides, I would think you would hardly mind confronting a demon, considering you’ve been doing it all this time without much issue.”

“But, but he can’t die! I don’t want him to die!” Aziraphale practically pleaded.

“You can’t change it. It’s written in the Laws of Nature.” The Metatron stated. “Angels guide the humans. Archangels guide the angels. And you guide the archangels.”

Aziraphale looked between the two beings frantically, “but it’s him ! He can’t-”

“To the World,” Crowley said with a wobbly smile. He brought the bottle to his lips.

“No ,” Aziraphale exclaimed and rushed to Crowley’s side.

He was too late. Always too late . Crowley swallowed and his hand all but immediately reached up to claw at his own throat. A scream on his tongue. Gold-tinted blood behind his teeth. Pain, fear, and desperation in his blown, yellow eyes. Slitted pupils focused on Aziraphale. “‘zira…”

Aziraphale dropped down to his knees, hands flitting about as his heartbeat roared in his ears. “Crowley! I’m here, I’m here. I’m so sorry! I- I don’t- I can’t-” For the first time in Aziraphale’s very long existence, he didn’t know what to do. He turned to the Metatron, “ Help him !”

The Metatron remained unphased. “I might have forgotten to mention, you’re not just guiding him to Death. You’re allowing it. Giving him access to it.”

“No , I can’t allow him to die! I can’t!” Aziraphale looked at Crowley, who was writhing in pain, awaiting the inevitable, wondering what he could have possibly done to prolong this agony. It was simple, in the big scope of things. He chose to love.

And in return, was loved.

The Metatron sighed, “It’s the Laws of Nature. You have to let him go.”

“No,” Aziraphale stated.

“I beg your pardon?” The Metatron exclaimed.

“I said, no .”

“They’re the Laws of Nature, they can’t be-”

“I am Aziraphale. Former Guardian of the Eastern Gate, Principality of Earth, and Supreme Archangel over the Hosts of Heaven. The Laws of Nature are mine to command, and they will obey me .”

Hellfire danced around the sword in Aziraphale’s hand. The angel laid a hand on his demon. “Sleep ,” he commanded. The demon slept.

The Metatron was staring, absolutely disbelieving of what he was seeing, “How dare you thw-”

“Begone ,” Aziraphale commanded. The Metatron was no more.

He drew hellfire from the blade and cauterized the wounds. Any traces of holy water evaporated completely from Crowley’s body. Any harm done to his true form was healed. Neither of them needed to breathe, but they wanted to. And Aziraphale breathed all of that want into Crowley.

Crowley woke slowly at first, breathing in the scent of fresh soil and seawater. Slitted pupils eventually focused on Aziraphale’s figure leaning over him. The angel could see his own reflection in the demon’s eyes. Crowley reached a hand out to Aziraphale’s face and wiped away a stray tear. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came. Aziraphale nodded encouragingly, “Yes, what is it dear?”

A tear rolled out of the corner of Crowley’s eye, “You’re as gorgeous as the day I lost you.”

Aziraphale pulled Crowley into a hug, arms wrapping around the demon so tightly one would think he was afraid the very wind might take him away from his grasp. His lips found the side of Crowley’s face, leaving tiny freckles in their wake. “I’m here. You didn’t lose me. I’m here.”

Aziraphale loved many scents on Earth. Seawater and fresh soil, for example. But his favorite scent, by far, was the scent of his nose buried in red hair.

[courtoftheclueless]

Selfship-Vember Day 1

Yes, I know I'm late but take it regardless.

John Price

Good Morning / Warm Drinks

It was an unexpected Saturday when he looked out and saw the girls playing in the yard. Even on weekends, even on leave, John had a tendancy to wake up early. The routine was set in his mind- wake up, coffee, a cereal bar, and then whatever.

Six thirty in the morning- sun rising in the autumn, leaves turned colors- was not when expected to see the girls playing in his yard. He leaned against the door he opened to get a better look. They ran around, chased happily by a dog that looked like a cross between Death itself and a Bear, but neither one of them were screaming in terror. Instead, they were looking around at the overgrown mess of his garden- nature trying to reclaim it from the veggies that he had grown earlier in the seasons.

He took a sip from his coffee. Moments like these? He never thought he’d get. The laughter of children, the protective dog. Not least of the reasons was because he was single, childless, and petless. The dog and the girls were not his- but the garden was.

Six thirty in the morning was a little too early for dealing with it though.

The girls were in a combination of pajamas and outerwear, and the dog was far to patient with their grabbing hands to not be theirs. So for the moment, he watched them to make sure that they didn’t hurt themselves.

And not even five minutes later, he watched as a frantic neighbor come out from the woods. The path was well worn- a friend of his once lived in the woman’s house and the pair of them would hike to one another for drinks. But then Rogers died, and then the woman moved in.

She didn’t have daughters then. And the blue-hairs of the town would have gone crazy and told him by now if she had been pregnant. Judgemental hens.

The woman- Charlotte he wanted to say. Then something Irish… Doyle. Charlotte Doyle- did not speak at first. Instead, John chuckled into his coffee, she had the familiar look of a parent trying to debate if swearing in front of her children was good or not. Mouth pulled into a line, brow furrowed, and fingers twitching- it might be worth it to her.

But she gave a deep breath.

“Anya, Vitya-“ John had definitely never heard the names before, “you shouldn’t be here. It’s not ours.”

The words were a simplification. And she caught his eye and gave a sheepish smile. Unlike the girls, she was just in pajamas, no coat or boots. Hair a mess around her- she recently woke up and just ran after the girls.

“I am so sorry John.” It was sweet that she remembered his name, even though they met only briefly when she first moved in. “They wanted me to make breakfast and used that to sneak out with Willy. Did they wake you up?”

It was only then that he remembered he too was just in pajamas. On his days off he had a strict rule to not get dressed until the sun was actually in the sky- to try remind himself that he was okay. He was safe.

The wind bitten redness of her face helped that a bit. This wasn’t a hardened enemy soldier- if he remembered right she was a… fuck. He couldn’t remember and it didn’t matter much. She moved from Canada to Britain to do it.

“Nah,” he took another sip of his coffee as she looked up at him, “was already awake.”

It didn’t seem to ease her discomfort.

“Y’wanna make it up to me? What were you making the girls here?”

And that did two things for John. First, it made his neighbor significantly less nervous. Secondly, he just managed to charm his way into free eggs, waffles, and breakfast sausages. All in all, not a bas start to the weekend.

[vidavalor]

No clue, @bipolargreen. I mean, he was remaining covered in frosting for reasons, most likely. 😂 Agreed & @jotun-philosopher & @oldblackhat! They're inverted at Warlock's birthday party but also both wearing black & white-- so, really, they're in the same colors. Black and white are also the two colors that you combine together to get...

The magic performance in 1941, Part 2 is similar, in that Aziraphale is predominantly in black, white, and a shade of blue (the cape) while Crowley's suit is black, his shirt is a shade of blue and he's hiding pops of white in different layers of his clothes, which becomes more overtly noticeable in 1941, Part 2, when he starts, uh, opening up multiple layers of clothing (keep going, Crowley, you don't have to stop on our account...).

The white diamonds and what might be a snake-y F for their last name in white on his tie gets revealed in Part 2-- but just to Aziraphale, when they're alone in the bookshop. (Well, and us.) The main difference in 1941 from Warlock's party is that it's not 100% completely the same colors, as Aziraphale has not yet been shown to be wearing any red that night but, honestly, he's going to be wearing Red any minute now so we might need to just wait for Part 3. 😉

Aziraphale's look on stage in 1941 is also just so full of Crowley stuff. The snakeskin vest?! The stars on the cape?! They are definitely consciously doing this. There seems to be a love for the excuse of having a human time period or activity as an excuse for wearing clothing outside their usual ones that are in colors that are associated with one another. Aziraphale didn't have to go quite that maroon-y to survive walking around Paris in 1793 but did because it gave him an excuse to wear Crowley's red. The political era of 1941 means that Crowley can't wear all black so, of all the alternate color choices, he's making a whole thing of wearing Aziraphale's blue instead.

Jim also seems to be wearing some examples of Crowley and Aziraphale doing this in S2.

That is likely Crowley's tie... and it's brown, which is an Aziraphale color. Just as the sweater that Jim has on is undoubtedly Aziraphale's... but it is light grey and has a ton of Crowley's red in it. (The tie, along with the these-are-absolutely-not-Aziraphale's sneakers/trainers that Gabriel is wearing, appear to have already been in the bookshop. Ahem.)

They're also doing this with tongue pretty firmly in cheek, if the "shades of light/dark grey" convo in 1941 is anything to go by. It's the parallel to "good person/bastard worth knowing" in S1-- an origin of it, really. The "shade" [not just color but, also, protective canopy 💘] of "very light grey" that Aziraphale "rather fancies" is really Crowley himself.

And what does Aziraphale wear, only when at home, in the privacy of the bookshop, especially in the scenes when he's there alone?

His black-buttoned, shade of light grey, cozy, Crowley sweater blazer.

Some of this looks to be ideas they're each coming up with on their own to entice the other but there might also be things they've gifted each other before. I think a lot of us think that Crowley might have gifted Aziraphale that sweater, for instance. We have never seen them at home together past a certain hour so maybe we also haven't seen something like, idk... the old movie starlet gorgeous silk dressing gown Crowley is in some nights-- the one that is blue or white or both. Not to mention that Aziraphale probably has a vintage, piped-smoking-jacket-style, bathrobe... in black and red. ���

The idea of them wearing one another's colors is also in the same vein of what @tickety-boooo and I were looking at where there are scenes indicating that they have a public way of standing and sitting that they then intentionally invert when feeling like they're in a more private setting.

Ok but for real…Crowley in that white uniform is the ultimate thirst 🥵🔥