#i just wanted to welcome him to MY home HOO HOO HOO

[grayloch]

Oh he's just my favorite!! It's Frank Frankly :D He was such a challenge but im super happy with the results yay!! I can't wait to see more of him!

(Frank of course belongs to @partycoffin )!!

[smilesthroughfandoms]

A Bone to Pick (Chapter Preview)

It's me, I'm back with the last preview! Actual chapter to be posted next week

Mei turned to Macaque with a small smirk. Macaque instantly noticed and felt uneasy. “What? What is it?”

Mei’s smirk turned into a small smile as she whipped out her phone and typed on it for a bit. With a small flick of her finger, there was a faint Woosh! sound from her phone. Then she just leaned back in her chair and waited, staring at Macaque like the cat that got the cream. 

Bai He perked up when she heard the combined buzz and Ding! from Macaque’s pocket. “Hoo tess-ted you?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Bai He.” Tang politely scolded her. Bai He rolled her eyes before angrily slurping her mouthful of noodles.  

Macaque tic-a-tacced on his phone, he raised a brow. “I got sent a video?”

MK brightened, happily smacking the table. “Ooh! Play it, play it!”

“Yeah, Mr. Maquack, play it!” PB encouraged. 

The shadow monkey did, and upon opening the video, he was greeted to the site of Bai He skating around in what looked like a small home. She looked only slightly less bedraggled in the video then she did now, so Macaque had to assume this video was recently taken. The lack of light apart from the candles all but confirmed Macaque’s suspicions. “I’m doing it!” Bai He’s recorded voice came through the phone speaker. “I’m doing it, Mei!”

“Oh! I remember this,” exclaims Bai He. ��Mei just helped me make skates for the first time. She teachered me really good!”

Macaque looks up at Mei in surprise. “You’re welcome,” is all she says, with a smug look about her. 

Not knowing what to say, Macaque turns back to the video and replays it again. And again. And again. Each time with a smile. Bai He wasn’t scared anymore. She looked so happy in the video. He turned to look at her, watching with stars in her eyes as he hit replay once again. She looked happy here too. 

“Thank you, Mei.” Macaque turns back to the dragon-girl. “I mean it.”

Tang smiled as Macaque replayed the video one more time for good measure. Then he turned to see Mei’s reaction, stopping short when he saw the look on Monkey King’s face. 

He looked… startled? Impressed? In awe? Breathless? Of Macaque smiling? And… and he looked like he just got bad news. Why did he look like he got bad news? Tang stared at Macaque out of the corner of his eye. His smile was soft and wide as he once again replayed the video. 

“How many times are you gonna watch it?” Bai He asked him. 

“As many as I want,” Macaque answered. 

“Why? I mean, it’s cool to see my first time using my new powers and all, but I could just show you in real time. It’s not that special.”

“… Yeah it is,” Macaque mumbled quietly, rewinding it a bit to hear Bai He’s recorded gleeful laughter once more. 

Tang turned toward Monkey King again, but found The Great Sage dejectedly tapping at his phone screen, face otherwise unreadable. Tang awkwardly turned back toward his bowl of noodles, and caught Pigsy staring at him. Pigsy tilted his head to the side. You good, Tangy? He asked without words. 

Tang nodded with a small smile. Yeah, I’m fine, Pigsy. 

Satisfied, Pigsy turned with a chipper grin back to his own bowl of noodles. Tang glanced at Monkey King over his shoulder, making a mental note of his silent dejectedness for a later date. 

Macaque tapped on his phone once more, going to pocket it. “Really, Mei, thank you. It means a lot that you would send this to—wait, how did you get my number? I never gave it to you.”

“Oh, that.” Mei shrugged nonchalantly, shoving some green vegetables into her mouth. “MK gave it to me.”

“That I did!” MK confirmed brightly.  “How did you get my number?!”

[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me: Sugar and Spice

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Ariel rolled over in bed and groaned softly. The last few days she had been feeling nauseous. Jack had to even pick her up from the school early because she had gotten sick in the restroom. At first she figured it was just the flu but now on day 4 of feeling sick, she wasn’t too sure.

She looked over and saw that her glass of water was empty but she didn’t have the energy nor strength to go down to the kitchen to get more. Jack couldn’t do it because he was currently gone as he was at the studio.

Just as she found the strength to get up she immediately jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Ariel had barely got to the toilet in time before she threw up everywhere.

Once she finally got it all out of her system, she stood up and went to the medicine cabinet to see if she had anything to soothe her stomach.

As she was rambling through the cabinet, a cold chill ran through her body at the sight of an unopened pack of tampons.

Fuck.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had her period. Any other time she wouldn’t think much of it as her period was normally irregular but with the way she’s been feeling lately she knew something was up.

Ariel closed the cabinet and looked at herself in the mirror. Before she had gotten sick she had noticed her body felt different, she couldn’t figure out what it was. If she really is pregnant then that would explain why.

She turned to the side to get a different view. Ariel could be imagining it but her stomach did look a bit rounder.

Like most women she always dreamed of becoming a mom. She likes to think that she became a mom the day she met Jayla. Once officially becoming her mom, she didn’t even think of having some of her own. Now that she could possibly be pregnant, she was scared shitless.

And she still had to tell Jack.

***

“I’m telling you dude, she’s acting weird.” Jack said as he leaned back in the studio chair, nervously biting on his toothpick.

Urban was quiet for a moment before speaking, “Well, did your dumbass make her mad?”

Jack just glared at him. “No! I can’t even remember the last time we argued. Literally everything has been great.” He thought for a minute trying to think if anything had changed in the last couple weeks. He had been working more lately. Finally writing songs for himself and not other artists.

“She probably feels neglected? I haven’t been home much. Maybe she just misses me and doesn’t know how to tell me?!” Jack said, biting his lip nervously.

“Hm, maybe you should—“ Urban couldn’t even finish speaking before Jack jumped up suddenly from his chair. “Imma go home.” Jack said as he started grabbing his things.

“I gotta plan a date night. Something crazy, huge display of my love for her…”

“Jack…”

Jack ignored him as he had a phone pressed to his ear. “Hey, how soon can you guys deliver flowers?” Urban heard him say as he watched his best friend rush out the door.

All Urban could do was shake his head but smiled knowing that Jack had a huge surprise waiting for him at home. He pulls his phone out of his pocket to warn Ariel.

“The eagle has left the nest.”

Ariel giggled as she made sure everything was in place. She was so nervous but stupidly excited. As soon as she got to their shared bedroom she heard Jack call out to her, she covered her mouth to stay quiet. Not wanting to ruin the surprise and waited for him to find her.

***

Jack rushed through the door with flowers in his hands. “BABE! I’m home” he yelled and quickly kicked off his shoes. He frowned when he didn’t hear a reply back. Closing the front door, he stopped in his tracks when he saw a note taped to the door.

“Welcome home, baby! Let’s play a game. Kick off those new balances and go find your glasses for your first clue.”

Jack smiled reading the note, and took long strides to his office to find the first clue, it didn’t take long to find the next note as his glasses were sitting right on top.

“Woo hoo, You found me! Go to the kitchen and find the bottle of bourbon and then text Urban for the next clue. Ask nicely, or he might not come through.”

Jack immediately pulled his phone out to text Urban as he made his way to the kitchen.

“What is she planning?” He texted first, and rolled his eyes when he saw Urban read the message but didn’t respond.

“Ok, fine. What’s the next clue?” Jack wasn’t surprised when Urban texted him back quickly.

“Drinking this will help make you…”

“Huh?” Jack says out loud, just as he was about to text Urban back, another message came through. “It rhymes with Hocus Pocus, you idiot!”

A lightbulb went off in his head as he walked to the food closet and found his cases of Phocus with another clue on top.

“I can’t wait till you find me so I can give you some lovin’ but first I think something is baking in the oven.”

Jack’s eyes furrowed slightly as he closed the door of the closet and walked back towards the kitchen to open the oven door. He smiled wide when he saw a donut bouquet similar to the one he got her many moons ago on Valentine’s Day. He placed the donuts on the counter and read the note attached to them.

“You’re almost there! When you wear this everyone stops and stares with a gasp. To put me on, just fasten the clasp.

His Kentucky chain was his first thought as he quickly climbed the stairs to his dressing room where he kept all his jewelry. On top of the jewelry box was what he assumed was one last note. “To the best husband..”

Jack opened the letter and his breath got stuck in his throat as he read the next line. “…and soon to be a father of three.”

He turned around when he heard movement behind him, Ariel was standing behind him holding an ultrasound, happy tears streaming down her face.

Jack spoke first, “You’re…?” Ariel nodded.

She began to get nervous when she noticed his face start to turn pale. “Jack?”

Jack shook his head so the color could come back to his face, and he rushed over, lifting Ariel up in the air in excitement.

“JACK!” Ariel sequels holding on to him tight as he spins her around. He finally places her back down on the ground. Jack grabs the side of her face before giving her a big kiss.

After pulling away, he drops to his knees and places a hand on her stomach. “There’s two babies in there.” He said, sounding choked up.

“It’s crazy, huh?”

Jack simply nodded and pressed kisses all around her bump that the average person could hardly see.

“Thank you for making me a mother again.” Ariel said with a happy sigh, and she ran her fingers through his curls.

Jack who was still on his knees, placing feather light kisses on her stomach, squeezed her tighter. Again was the key word. After all these years together, hearing Ariel talk about Jayla like she was her own will forever warm his heart.

“I love you, I’m so happy we get to go on this ride together.” Jack said getting to his feet, Ariel wrapped her arms around his neck.

“3 down, 5 more to go.”

“There’s no way in hell 5 more are coming out of me”

Both of their blissfull laughs rung through the air as they enjoy this moment together

***

AN: DOUBLE THE TROUBLE!!!!! Hope you all enjoyed this let me though your thoughts

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[jazzzzzzhands]

Ok FOR REAL Theory Time!!! Gonna be massive spoilers plus mention of bugs/fungus! So I'm calling this the Mold Theory And what is the Mold? It's the black stuff under Home! (Mold under a house is very suiting, right?) The Mold has contaminated Every single thing that the Restoration team has found! The team talks about the envelopes, the antiques, and the artwork found for Welcome Home and how it is alwasys Wet and covered in Grime. The stuff that is "Growing" all over the found items... Staff must wear gloves or they will get covered in it

You can see it all over the gloves, the Walls, and even the Website Itself! It's also been shown on the restored art prior to the update. But one unfortunate person seems to have touched it. and that is.. The Question Answerer! (The head person of the Restoration team is also most likely infected) Now what this Mold does is, It seems to have an effect of the person's mental state. Causing them to see and hear things, as well as having lucid nightmares and an overwhelming urge to draw spirals. From the very moment of contact, it seems to have effect "When I Unwrapped the first letter, I felt it. I heard it. Open Open Open. I want it out, I'm Going to get it Out" Instant Hallucinations and Obsession! Now I'm going to be Comparing this Mold to a Real fungus called Cordyceps, or the Zombie-Ant Fungus. It is a fungus that can control BUGS (familar themes right?) and take over their minds, forcing them to act unnaturally and wander far in order to spread itself! ~Similarily~ this Mold can take control of the Host's mind as well. The "Spores" that it is trying to spread are the drawings of the spirals/eyes. And the more eyes are Drawn, the more Wally can SEE. Wally has made it truly apparent that he can see us through any rendition of his eyes. "I've seen you every time you've looked into my eyes" "I have more eyes than I did before, you know how to draw eyes You draw mine, many times. I know it is thanks to you, Neighbor.. That I can see.. but it is still.. I can't see" He is giving us instructions.. "You have work to do" -Giving us instrustions on how to draw an eye... "Please Open, Let me In" Now I find this last instruction very funny He doesn't say "Let me Out" No... He says "Let me IN" Into What? What are we Opening? Our doors?Our EYES? our Mind? our Heart?? I think that could be exactly it!!! Letting him.... into You!!! (The collective You) Isn't that Funny? A Funny little thought?! The Puppet becoming the Puppeteer! ooh hee hee hoo hoo I think I'm very clever about that! But there are so many themes of Strings/Control/Scripts That I simply couldn't help myself! Now does that mean I think Wally is Evil? Absolutely NOT I LOVE Wally, and hey, what's a bit of mind control between Neighbors? <333 I'll borrow a cup of sugar and you can borrow my sanity! That's what Neighbors are for! <3 Jokes aside, No I Do NOT think Wally is Evil!! No, he might become a Puppeteer over the Real world... (and It might be for good reason, to save his friends and himself) but he is still very much a Puppet himself. Literally and Figuratively, And the Real Mastermind behind the strings is... Home!

Afterall? Isn't that where the Mold is coming from? From Down Below? Below Home?

This image gives me BIG TIME Obediance vibes Reporting/Worship/Subjugation I very much see Wally as the Lure of a very big Angler Fish.. The bait, the perfect little puppet that has captured our hearts and led us by the hand into Welcome Home. Isn't that very much how it has gone in real life? (Oh I KNOW I got the Mold BAD!!! ahahaha) (I can't stop drawing himmm!!! :3c ) But this is where my rambling stops, Until Next Time! I will just say that: The Relationship between Home and Wally (And by extension, YOU) Is a Strange one for sure! And I cant wait to see it further! And Just one more extra note on this whole Fungus thing.. Did you know that the BIGGEST Organism on the entire Earth.. Is a Mushroom? It is because they are connected through their Roots... (Down Below) and Houses kinda are shaped like musrooms... I will Leave it at That! Ahahahaha!

[tales-from-nocturnaliss]

Thirsty Thursday

Today's theme over at @creators-club!

And there are a lot of ships in my stories really, because love tends to be a part of life, and I do have a bit of a thing for love (and death, when they go hand in hand, hoo boy)

So picking just one...

I think today I'll want to talk a little about Nalyn, if only because I got talking about gay/lesbian love yesterday with @cicidarkarts and it led me down a rabbit hole of realizing that, hey, sapphic love, actually like it in all its softness and gentle attachment!

Nalyn however is a guy, an Elshir (a type of elf basically), who exists in a society predominantly masculine. They're domination-driven and thus many men/young boys were forcefully recruited into the ever-growing army at the time. They had this very harsh system where new leaders would have to pick out a small team often composed of criminals and pray that everyone got along well enough to actually survive battle.

This is how Nalyn, incarcerated at the time for murder (he had reasons), got recruited into Corvis's unit. Corvis was a noble-born man who decided to throw everything away, including the wife and child that were forced on him (yes the Elshir had very little choice in matters of personal life). The unit he ended up building turned out pretty solid in time, but, being a Healer, the weight of causing death all around him eventually became too much.

Some story skipped (mainly because I gotta re-explore), he ended up alone in the human lands, eventually to reunite with his unit. Only one stayed with him: Nalyn. And Nalyn stayed because, himself, was no longer in any state to do the whole warring thing, despite having been a force to be reckoned with. In time, they ended up in a small human village where Elshir were fairly welcome, and they built a new life together.

Truly together. Nalyn is as gay as they come, but Corvis... I do want to say he cared about Nalyn, but it wasn't quite love. It was, however, deep attachment and care, from both their sides. There was comfort and understanding - and arguments - but, somehow, they simply fit well together, and taught each other important values. Many good years went by, with Corvis doing his job as Healer, and Nalyn becoming a guard and keeping villagers safe.

The thing that matters most for me is that Nalyn taught me how all love is love. I did not learn that at home, nor in my society (I was a teen in the 90's <<), but when I created Nalyn? Whole new world opened to me. He was unapologetically himself, and my only option was to follow his mood desires and needs. I have no regrets. <<

[antrunner]

i want to know your unpopular opinion...

😈 Welcome to my twisted mind

I’ve been a Star Wars head since childhood and I can say with all my heart that I don’t think Leia Organa should be a mother 😌

Not that she isn’t capable, or that she lacks any sort of knowledge, care or ability to. I just simply think she has about a million other things going on and a thousand issues with her genetics.

My main point is that I especially think she shouldn’t be a mother when it comes to how her children have been written in media. She actually has 3(?) kids in the comics. And one is named ANAKIN? After the man who killed her entire family, friends and home-world just for the sake of proving a point? These writers don’t know Leia like I do.

Ben / Kylo. whatever. Is one of the worst written “villains” (or characters period) of all time and I stand by that. He was raised by two of the funniest, bitchiest, outgoing people in the galaxy yet somehow ended up with no personality whatsoever beyond “angst” and overgrown toddler. You’re telling me he was raised by LEIA? And even then… that Luke would train him into that? Okay.

So… maybe in another universe she could be a mother but only because I think she can do absolutely anything she sets her mind to. But SHOULD she? No. Her and Han should be a hurricane of a couple forever. Training new recruits, traveling the galaxy wherever the new republic takes them, growing old together. This isn’t even denial about the new films because boo hoo they died 😢… no, I actually think them dying could’ve been written well. The problem is that it’s dogshit and Leia deserved better

[thecluelessdoctor]

Last night I was bored AF and was like 'i want a absolute MENACE of a WH OC.' and so. I did

MEET MR. HOO THE SMARTEST RESIDENT IN WELCOME HOME- He owns the library! He has read every book there from A to Z! Which is a lot of books seeing how he's implied to have all books. Ask him about anything and he'll know just the book for you.

He is a chess player.

You will always loose to him . Literally no one has beat him UvU- because he never takes his eyes off his opposite. He gives them a hard stare making them uncomfortable and likely to make mistakes :F

CON MASTERS-

Birb

Alone on a Friday night?

Yeah I am BY MY OWN WILL

He got what he deserved/j

[odysseywritings]

From Xanadu To Kublai Kahn

@flashfictionfridayofficial

The boys were ready to start their summer vacation for a summer to never forget. Three loners throughout most their school life, they've united under a pact to protect themselves from bullies and ostracism. The trio have since shared interests, stories, online game time, and the true and tried practice of sharing uncomfortable facts.

Vince sprung out of bed, equipped a binder, and pumped himself for a set of push-ups. He called Mark, who grumbled over how early it was.

"Christ, man," he brushed his red hair and got in his wheelchair. "We still got hours to prepare. The sun isn't even a ball yet."

"Relax, Marky Mark, nothing wrong with a head start. Didja hear anything from Pete yet?"

"No, but he's always been slow. Give him an hour or else gets all mopey and shit."

Sure as rain, Theo called both on the shared message server exactly on 9:00.

"I have brought all the necessary materials, including an assortment of nonperishable food items and my inhaler. There are a couple of books in my collection that will be saved in case we are stuck without electricity. If I forget anything, I apologize. Otherwise, I will blame you two."

"Thanks for the speech, professor," Mark said. "Vince said he has the coordinates for the GPS and I got a map just in case."

"Excellent. I will reconvene at around 10:15."

The boys had only one driver in the group, and Vince was more than happy to bring his junker to the meeting place. A moving derelict covered in dents, rust, and pieces dangling by a thread that has only survived through pure luck.

"Oh, baby!" Vince yelled out his window. "This beaut can take us across the country and back faster than the Mach 5."

"And deader than the Hindenburg," Mark chided. "Now you're sure this is a real place? I can't find anything about this-"

"Pleasuredome."

"...Yeah, that name doesn't sound real."

"The best things never do! That's why we have to go. The place that makes us MEN. Excitement, riches, and babes."

"I feel," Pete started, "our hubris might lead us to perils that makes us wish to return home. It's a hell of a consternation brewing within."

"So why are you coming then, scaredy cat?"

"This might be one of those cases where the journey leads us to a more metaphysical and intrinsic fulfillment that carnal desires cannot provide." Pete paused and scratched his neck. "I also want to get kissed by a beautiful girl."

"All right," Mark sighed, "enough chit chat. Let's get rolling."

"Hah, humourous, because the car and your wheelchair literally roll."

"Oh, my God."

The gang got in the car and drove out to the path, starting off normal enough onto the highway, and Pete lent Vince a CD out of 12 to get rid of monotony on the road. Vince shrugged and put it in, not a huge fan or hater of most music. It must've been an 80s selection as the first track was Welcome to the Pleasuredome by Frankie Goes To Hollywood.

The trio loosened up to the steady, cool bass as they went through a tunnel. There was a yellow sign by it in scratched out wording and an odd human position neither saw before, but they were too distracted by the confident song to care. The tunnel continued to extend as the boys headbanged to the driving drums and slick audio. Something within them was bursting out, something primal and exhilarating, as if their bodies transformed for the gold up ahead. The music swelled and even the grouchy Mark and reserved Pete were moving and smiling. And the vocals pulled their fist pumping eagerness out with a choral, caveman-like,

HOO! HA! HOO-HA!

HOO! HA! HOO-HA!

The boys let the darkness engulf them as the sporadic tunnel lights gave brief highlights of their elated faces. The tunnel nearest the end but there was no light coming out. Mark was the first to be suspicious as he turned around and saw it was dark behind as well. He looked back as Vince exclaimed.

"We're a long way from home, lads! Welcome to..."

The gang was assaulted by a series of neon lights scattered like fireflies on mountains that grew the farther they went. Twisting gold buildings that spiraled, a tower with a leggy blonde's billboard smiling coyly, a manmade ocean supporting a sparkling yacht. And there was still the opulent, white dome in the distance beckoning them.

"The Pleasuredome!"

[larcenywrites]

Tony (young and older) would probably have so much fun and would love seeing you interact with his bots! He loves that you treat them as more than just machines, just like he does. He loves seeing you play with them and whatnot. He always fondly rolls his eyes when he hears you whispering to DUM-E after he's scolded it and threatened to turn him into a coat rack "your daddy is a very silly man, don't worry I won't let him turn you into a coat rack". He absolutely loves seeing you talk to Jarvis and have like full on conversations with him. And of course he'll be asking Jarvis "has she ya know ever complimented me to you?" "does she still think I'm hot and handsome?" "has she ever said anything about marriage to you?" and JARVIS either says something like "I don't think I should answer because it will most definitely go to your head, sir" or he decides to mess with Tony and is like "oh, let me ask her, sir." and says extremely loudly so Tony can hear it "miss, Mr. Stark wants to know if you still find him hot and handsome. Do you?" And you can hear Tony screaming from the lab "SHUT UP JARVIS, I'LL BURN YOUR MOTHERBOARD!!!"

I didn’t wanna spam the tl too much so I was gonna wait until tomorrow to answer more of y’all, but I do love this one! Exploring the idea of all the bots and interacting with them is super cute and fun! But you brought up the “treats them like more than just machines." I have this weird hc that he, or young Tony at least, has sort of affinity for the inanimate things in his environment. Anything from keeping his tools clean to making sure he puts a scrap he doesn't need right back in its original spot. If I could, ya know, get to writing that series, I was gonna touch on it, even! After all, he probably spends more time with with 'em than people. And also touching on that, dum-e was a robotic arm, nothing more nothing less. Until he started developing AI chips and improving on them! And eventually JARVIS too. I think it would be really neat to be around for that development. And while one could argue that he’s simply just building onto better when he’s developing dum-e and U (of whom I don’t know much about other than they’re…the camera that follows and records his progress and stuff?), I like to think he was genuinely giving them life(?) because he saw more in them and wanted to give them more, and, well, they were kinda his only friends so maybe he needed more from them :,)

Kinda Off topic… I wrote a good portion of a fic months ago and gave up on it bc I didn’t know if there’d be interest and I had zig zagged it through so many things and started it over so many times and I just kinda left it alone lol. But! There was a sort of break up- boo hoo whatever! But JARVIS was gonna be a key player in getting them back together. Here are some dialogue exchanges just if you’re curious lol

“Welcome home, Miss (Y/L/N).”

“I see you haven’t wrote that one out yet,”

“I did.”

“But surely you still love him.”

“Who’s asking?”

“I am,” “In fact, I think it’s why you left.”

“JARVIS, you don’t even know what love is,”

“I know enough about it to know that this hurts you as much as it hurts him,” “And I don’t like seeing either of you hurt.” “Perhaps I love the two of you.”

“I don’t mean to pressure you or sound biased, miss (y/l/n),” “but I’m not sure I could stand to watch him break for a third time.” “But I will because I must.”

“I always expect Mr. Stark to be stubborn, but I expect better from you.”

“Don’t patronize me, JARVIS,”

“It’s part of my programming, miss (y/l/n).” “It is Mr. Stark’s preferred tone to convince him with when I need to intervene.”

“So that’s why he never listens to me,”

“He does listen to you,”

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

Romance Kingdom! ~Sugar Sweet Destiny~ DAY 2

Y/N: Morning already! Let’s have a sweet day today.

Since I had received that anonymous confession and chocolate yesterday, I came to school with a completely different mindset.

What can I say? Somehow even a boring, peaceful day now felt exciting.

I no longer felt strange watching the other students get excited about possible confessions from secret admirers.

I even started to think that liking someone for their charms and cherishing them from afar was actually a very beautiful thing.

If only I had realized that sooner, perhaps I would not have been so bored at school.

Herbert Hoo: Oh, good morning, Y/N! Isn’t today just absolutely beautiful? Y/N: Good morning, Herbert. Oh, you have some sweat on your forehead. Come closer, I’ll wipe that for you. Herbert Hoo: Ah! Tha-thank you. Herbert Hoo: The after-school club promotion week starts today, so I was preparing stuff for that this morning. The gardening club is planning to show off some useful gardening tips. Herbert Hoo: Y/N, you haven’t joined a club yet, right? Y/N: That’s right. I couldn’t really figure out which one to pick. Herbert Hoo: Then this upcoming week is the perfect chance to find out! Herbert Hoo: Have a good look around. I’m sure there will be a club perfect for you Y/N… Herbert Hoo: If… you don’t mind, would you like to check out the gardening club as well?

A) Of course.

Y/N: Of course.

B) I’ll think about it.

Y/N: I’ll think about it.

Herbert Hoo: Alright. Herbert Hoo: Then I’ll see you later, Y/N!

Come to think of it, I’d forgotten all about the club promotion week.

Honestly, I had never signed up for a club because making new friends was so tiring, and I would rather go home and play games.

But now I felt a new urge to actively make friends.

This whole club experience might be a good opportunity for me! So, where should I start?

A) Should I try going out to the garden?

Thinking about clubs, the most passionate person I know came to mind. I trudged out to the garden and looked in between the trees.

Herbert Hoo: Ah, Y/N!

Look at him, he’s got dirt all over him… but it looks like he’s having fun.

Herbert Hoo: I’m glad to see you here. Are you here to join the gardening club?

A.A) No way, you know I’m terrible with plants.

Y/N: No way, you know I’m terrible with plants. Herbert Hoo: Ah… That’s right… I’m sorry, I must’ve misunderstood. Herbert Hoo: It would be great if you joined the gardening club but… What I’m trying to say is that dirt and plants are good for your health! A-and it’s exercise as well. Although the same goes for other clubs… Herbert Hoo: So, what I’m saying is… We have plants that are easy to care for as well! Would you like to at least… look around?

A.B) No, I just came to see you.

Y/N: No, I just came to see you. Herbert Hoo: Ah… Ah, I see! Ye- Yeah! Come on in! Herbert Hoo: But- Ah, I was just taking care of some weeds so I have grass and dirt all over, goodness… Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m not glad to see you! Herbert Hoo: So, what I’m saying is… Would you like to take a look around? There are loads of plants I’ve looked after!

Herbert took my hand, and we walked around the garden together.

Herbert Hoo: That’s a marigold, those are white lilies… oh, and that’s a maple tree that you can harvest syrup from in the winter! Y/N: Maple syrup? Herbert Hoo: Ah, yes! Haven’t you had that on pancakes before? It’s harvested from maple trees! Herbert Hoo: In the gardening club, we also take our tea with a spoon of maple syrup. Would you like to try it? Y/N: Uh, yes please. How interesting…

The herbal tea I was given tasted sweet, almost like something I had before…

Y/N: Hm, this tastes kind of familiar… Herbert Hoo: O-Oh? Isn’t it the taste of the herbal tea I used to make you back in the day? Y/N: Ah, is it…? Well, it’s really tasty. Herbert Hoo: Good to hear! If you ever want a cup of tea, please come by. After all, you’re welcome anytime, Y/N.

B) I wonder where the most popular club is?

The most popular club is obviously… that place! I grabbed my bag and headed towards the gym, as if I were following Rachel there.

Beenis: Everyone’s already warmed up and practicing with such intensity. No wonder our school’s fencing club is famous nationwide. Fencing Club Senior: You there! Are you here to take a stab at fencing? We have a quick survey first, then I’ll teach you the basics over there. Y/N: Yes! I’m ready. Fencing Club Senior: First, why do you want to learn fencing?

B.A) I want to get stronger.

Y/N: I want to get stronger.

B.B) I want to make friends

Y/N: I want to make friends.

Fencing Club Senior: Why do you think fencing is the sport for you?

B.A) It's about honor, skills, and a fair fight.

Y/N: It's about honor, skills, and a fair fight.

B.B) It's about becoming the very best.

Y/N: It's about becoming the very best.

Fencing Club Senior: I see. So that's what you think, eh? Rachel Raspberry: I can take it from here!

Rachel appeared out of nowhere.

Y/N: Rachel! Rachel Raspberry: Came to take a look at the fencing club? Well, what do ya think? It's really something, isn't it?

The entire gym was filled with members of the fencing club. Bursts of shouts and effort, the swinging and thrusts of swords echoed throughout the place. Everyone's swords were so accurate, they could probably pierce through dust flying in the air.

Y/N: It's awesome! But I doubt I can ever be this good. Rachel Raspberry: It'll probably take you a 1,000 years to get on my level, haha!

Despite saying that, she told me to get changed. Once I got back, she showed me the basic grip and form. Before I knew it, we were facing each other as if we were about to partake in a match.

Rachel Raspberry: Listen up. You're just a newbie who doesn't know a parry from a riposte, but I'm gonna show you what the fencing club is made of. Rachel Raspberry: Watch and learn! Rachel Raspberry: Hyaah! Hup, hyaah! Fencing Club Classmate: Did you just see that? WOW! What finesse and speed! No wonder Rachel's the star of the fencing club. Rachel Raspberry: Your turn, Y/N! Try and hit me! Y/N: H-H-Here I go!

I swiped forward with everything I had… but Rachel was too quick. She blocked with a simple swish of her sword and immediately countered, straight for my belly.

Y/N: OOOF! Rachel Raspberry: So? Ready to admit it'll take you 1,000 years to get on my level?

B.A) I'll get there one day.

Y/N: I'll get there one day.

B.B) There's no way I'll catch up to you.

Y/N: There's no way I'll catch up to you.

Once we finished with the basics, Rachel took a lap around the gym, giving pointers to the other students before finding a secluded corner to practice on her own. I kept practicing the basics with some of the other newcomers. Time flew by without notice until someone blew a whistle and told everyone that we were done for the day. Everyone bustled about to leave and get changed, but Rachel just kept on practicing. At that moment, her sweaty yet determined face… glowed. There's no other way to describe it.

That turned out to be better than expected… I still got time to explore. Where to now?

C) I prefer solitude.

Y/N: School clubs… Come to think of it, I really didn’t want to join any. Making new friends always ends in sadness anyway… Y/N: I prefer being alone…

I kept walking through the empty halls until I found myself walking towards the back of the school… towards the dumpsters.

Y/N: Wha… Why did I…?!

Come to think of it, this place is really quiet. Tranquil, almost. But it’s only quiet because… Well… This part of the school belongs to me. The one who flunks every year. The son of some shady, scary corporation boss. The student whose name instills fear in the hearts of all students… Derek DaChoco!

Derek DaChoco: You again…?

Derek was sitting on the stairs, a crunched lollipop in his hand. From his expression, it seemed like he didn’t want to be disturbed.

C.A) You didn’t tell me how old you are

Y/N: You er… didn’t tell me how old you are.

Derek spat out the crunched lollipop onto the ground. I flinched a few steps back, only to bump into the punks from yesterday. Seemed like they belonged to Derek’s posse now.

Senior Class Bully 1: Hey, you there. Got some cash? Y/N: This is all I have… I was going to buy a new workbook… Senior Class Bully 2: Well, well. Thanks for sharing, kid. Now run along and go play nicely somewhere else. Y/N: …Right. Derek DaChoco: …… Y/N: Derek… DaChoco…

I gave Derek a desperate look, but he acted like he didn’t know me as he leaned against the wall. But I thought… I thought we had something. Seriously… Faith in humanity shattered.

~BAD ENDING~

C.B) Might as well stay for a bit.

Y/N: The school clubs are on the hunt for new members to reel in… None of them seem worth joining. Derek DaChoco: …?

Is that curiosity in his gaze? Was it something I said? I’m more used to the nonchalant, uncaring gazes from the other students, but there’s something childlike about these eyes…

Y/N: I… I don’t like making friends, getting close to someone. That special something… It turns out to be a lie and I just end up getting hurt is all.

Derek crunched his lollipop and let out a long sigh. His response, though, was different this time. Soft, almost like a whisper upon the breeze.

Derek DaChoco: I know how you feel. Y/N: Huh? Pardon? Derek DaChoco: School clubs. Heh… I used to be in the fencing club. My father was good with a sword too, and he… Well, he used to be proud of me. Derek DaChoco: I always won the sparring matches against the senior class. Yeah… They didn’t like losing to the unfriendliest freshman. Derek DaChoco: I became the fencing club’s main target, a stain on their reputation. They surrounded me. I was outnumbered. I didn’t stand a chance. Y/N: Oh… Derek DaChoco: Someone from the judo club asked me to join… But the same thing happened again. Y/N: But… So you just stood there? You didn’t fight back? Derek DaChoco: Back then? No… I used to think the club members were like family. I was naive, foolish. Y/N: Those bullies…! How dare they!

I noticed my fists were clenched, shaking with anger. But Derek just let out a soft chuckle and smiled.

Derek DaChoco: Heh… Y/N: Was that a laugh? Did you just laugh? You just laughed!

Just then, I recognized the voices of the bullies getting closer and closer. Derek’s faint smile vanished and he waved his hand as if he were chasing away a fly.

Derek DaChoco: It’s time for you to leave. I’m busy. Y/N: Er… OK, Derek. Be seeing you… Don’t er… get hurt, or anything.

Just as he walked past me, I swear I noticed a silent and subtle nod.

D) I’ll go around and look first.

Y/N: I'll go around and have a look first.

I decided to take a stroll around the school to see what sort of clubs might suit me. But…

Marcus Madeleine: Haha! It seems that no one in the varsity basketball team can block my shots!

Marcus Madeleine: Oh? A rose! Such a worthy flower of my radiance. It's for me, you say? Thank you!

Reading Club Fans: President Madeleine! We're holding an open poetry session in our book club! Will you join us? Marcus Madeleine: A poetry reading! MARVELOUS! I shall make sure to be there. Reading Club Fans: SQUEAL! Really? REALLY?! Thanks so much!

I swear… His hair is so bright that the color is almost burned into my retinas… I rubbed my eyes to get a hold of my bearings.

Y/N: I'm not hallucinating, am I? I swear that it seems like Marcus is a part of every club imaginable. Marcus Madeleine: HAHA! My genius and expertise are unparalleled! It'd be a shame to waste such brilliance on a single club! Y/N: EEP! Y-y-you heard that?

D.A) Well, it's true.

Y/N: Well, if only there were as many of you as there are clubs, our school would be perfect… Marcus Madeleine: …Hm? Marcus Madeleine: HAHAHA! Is that what you think? Then I must apologize, for there can only be one as unique and dashing as l!

That line must've hit a chord with someone because they immediately swooned and fainted.

Marcus Madeleine: I wish to visit your club as well. Tell me, Y/N, which club are you in? Y/N: Oh… I haven’t joined one yet. Marcus Madeleine: Yet another shame! Please do tell me later which one you've decided to join. In fact, come tell me while visiting the Student Council office!

And just like that… he left, waving his hand high up in the air like a movie star on the red carpet Naturally, a wave of students came crashing by, each of them screaming at Marcus and pleading for him to visit their clubs too.

D.B) What about your student council duties?

Y/N: Erm… Do you even have time for Student Council duties? Marcus Madeleine: O-o-of course I do!

Behind Marcus, I could subtly make out the Vice President shaking their head…

Marcus Madeleine: I'll have you know that I am utmost dutiful to my role as a student and as the council's president! Ahem, ahem! Marcus Madeleine: Speaking of students! Tell me, Y/N, which club are you in? Y/N: Oh, I haven't joined one yet, but I'm still looking! Marcus Madeleine: Splendid! You're the type whose heart yearns for the perfect match! Perhaps the Vice President can help you find that perfect club you seek. Marcus Madeleine: Do come and visit the Student Council office sometime! The Vice President welcomes such impromptu visits.

And just like that… he left. The Vice President gave me a silent nod and followed suit. I suddenly realized I was surrounded by Marcus's fan club. They remained silent, but their eyes practically screamed, "Don't you dare join our club or Marcus will never come visit."

Oh wow, it’s already this late? Maybe I can squeeze in time to visit one other place.

E) I should ask someone.

I should ask everyone else what clubs they joined.

Y/N: Hey, I wanted to ask you… Eeeek!! Lovesick Classmate: Huh? Is it about clubs? Are you interested in joining the astronomy club? So am I!!

The friend that looked at me with sparkling eyes was the same friend who had dragged me off to help them confess to Serena.

Y/N: No, just forget it- ���Ahhhh!

Once again, I was dragged off somewhere. This time to the astronomy club.

The astronomy club was small but well-organized. The club room was decorated with endless astronomy-related items, like a model of the solar system, various telescopes, and posters of the planets. We played around with the various equipment while waiting for someone to show up, but in the end it was just the two of us.

Lovesick Classmate: Rumor has it that the club has closed down… I guess it’s actually true.

Disappointed, my classmate left the room. What should I do…

E.A) I’ll just go home.

I guess the club really has closed down.

Y/N: Hey, wait up! You’re the one that dragged me here!

I quickly ran after my classmate.

When I came back to the classroom, it was already getting dark outside. I quickly grabbed my bag and headed outside. It’s a long way back to the main gate… Since I’m late and there’s no one around, maybe I should just go to the back entrance? But I heard the sketchy students that eat junk food and steal your lunch money hang out there sometimes… I thought about it for a moment but couldn’t resist the temptation to take the short route instead of crossing the school yard. I headed towards the back of the school.

Senior Class Bully: Hey, you there. Got some cash?

Oh no… Just me and my luck…

Y/N: This is all I have… I was going to buy a new workbook… Senior Class Bully 2: Well, well. Thanks for sharing, kid. Now run along and go play nicely somewhere else. Y/N: …Right. Derek DaChoco: …… Y/N: Derek… DaChoco…

I gave Derek a desperate look, but he acted like he didn’t know me as he leaned against the wall. But I thought… I thought we had something. Seriously… Faith in humanity shattered.

~BAD ENDING~

E.B) I’ll wait around a bit longer.

I came all this way. Waiting some more wouldn’t hurt. It’s hard to say how long passed after that. But once again, I soon felt a presence behind me. As I turned to look, I saw Serena leaning against the doorframe as she stared at me.

Y/N: Ahh! Serena Faire! Serena Faire: Hello? Ah, you’re that student I met previously… Serena Faire: Thank you for showing an interest in the astronomy club… I thought I’d always be the only member… Y/N: Oh, really? That won’t do. I mean, astronomy is so interesting… Serena Faire: The club closing would mean losing this space and all the equipment too… So I thought about what to do, but. Serena Faire: I’m simply too shy. Y/N: Oh, well. That’s okay. I came, after all! Serena Faire: ……

Serena smiled softly at my words. Her smile was so lovely and beautiful.

Serena Faire: You must have been waiting since I came late… I came just in time to see the moon rise, you see. Serena Faire: Yes, I love astronomy, but I like the moon more than anything else in the sky. Serena Faire: The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured…

As I watched Serena mumble to herself, I couldn’t help but think of how cute she was once again. Then, Serena showed me how to use the telescope to see the stars better.

Y/N: Serena… How come you like the moon so much? Serena Faire: I wonder as well… Serena Faire: When I look up at the moon… it’s as if it soothes all my pain and sorrow away. Serena Faire: So I want to be closer to it but… also feel pained that it is impossible. Serena Faire: And that makes me think… is the moon actually soothing me? Or is it making me suffer?

Serena went silent again, as if lost in deep thoughts. After staying by her for a moment I said goodbye and left the astronomy club.

F) The science club looks quiet…

Y/N: The science club looks quiet…

And Lily White seems so kind as well… I quit hesitating and made my way to the science club.

Y/N: It’s always so quiet around here… It’s kind of nice.

Y/N: Hello…? Lily, are you there? Lily White: …! Y/N? Y/N: Oh, hello. I was just dropping by, but here you are. Lily White: Mhm… I have to avoid the sunlight, so I always stay here in the lab. Lily White: What's the occasion? Is everyone being noisy again?

F.A) This'll be my secret hide-out now!

Y/N: I was thinking of making this my secret hide-out from now on! Lily White: Pardon…? Lily White: I know I said you could visit anytime you needed some peace and quiet, but… Lily White: Are you saying you'll take the lab, my peaceful sanctuary, and make it your own?

As Lily's expression turned cold, so did the atmosphere of the lab.

F.A.A) It’s not like you own the lab…

Y/N: It's not like you own the lab… Y/N: I can come whenever I want, what's wrong with that? Lily White: …

The atmosphere slowly changed for the worse.

Lily White: I see… Like I said, this school's students need to be taught many things, and they've still much to learn. Lily White: They’re so noisy and disrespectful… Lily White: It’s students like you that get in the way of me creating the perfect school. Lily White: I'll have to add classes on good manners in my next attempt… Y/N: I… Huh? What? Lily White: That's right… Perhaps project no.183452 will yield better results.

I noticed that it was suddenly getting darker outside… What was happening?

Lily White: Then I'll have to abandon this version. I learned an important lesson thanks to you, Y/N. Lily White: Thank you!

[The program will restart after the update.] After reading that sentence, I felt myself disappearing little by little… Ah… Perhaps I shouldn't have been so rude…

~BAD ENDING~

F.A.B) Just kidding, I came to see you!

Y/N: J-Just kidding! I came to see you of course! Lily White: Huh…? Me?

The air in the room turned warm and pleasant again.

Lily White: Hehe, alright. But don't joke like that again, okay?

I nodded vigorously. I had a feeling that I should definitely try to avoid making Lily angry…

F.B) Thank you for yesterday.

Y/N: No, I just wanted to thank you for yesterday. Y/N: And everyone was talking about what club to join, so I thought of the science club… Lily White: I see… That makes me happy. Lily White: You being thankful, and that you want to join the science club. Lily White: But the science club isn't accepting new members right now. Y/N: Oh, that’s too bad… Lily White: But I'll think of you as an honorary member, so please come visit anytime you'd like, Y/N. Y/N: Really? Would that be alright? Lily White: Of course. Hehe.

I felt a strange sensation in my chest as I watched Lily smile faintly, looking almost translucent in the shadows.

Y/N: Everyone I met in their clubs seemed so different from their usual selves in the classroom. Y/N: It made me realize that I had learned something new. Y/N: That people really shine when they’re doing what they love. Sometimes, it even makes you see that person in a new light. Y/N: I wonder if I have such a side to me as well…?

Before I could come up with an answer, I fell asleep with a content smile on my face.

[lackuraphi]

Angel wings au)Chapter 2:Acceptance

The basement was a children's playground.

(⚠️Caution⚠️)

I used a translator

This is the Fan fiction

It’s different from the original

Pokemon doesn’t appear(Except for one)

All Trainers have angel wings

This AU includes discrimination

Content Warning:confinement

I am black angel. I have black wings. And angels hate me. I don't know why everyone hates me. It's just that my wings are black..

But there are angels who don't hate me. They really like me! I like those angels, too!

I hope other angels like me, too. —————————————

Ingo went to Emmet when he came back from school. Sometimes Elesa went to Emmet with him. And Emmet always greeted them with a smile.

"I'm here, Emmet!" "I came to play today, too. Emmet!" "I'm Emmet. Ingo! Elesa! Welcome!"

They played in the basement as a playground, and sometimes on busy days with homework, they gathered together to open books on the floor and study together.

Today was the day Ingo and Elesa were busy with homework. So while Ingo and Elesa were doing their homework, Emmet practiced writing next to them.

"Hey! I made some sentences!" "Really? Shall we take a look?" "I want to see it too!"

I am Emmet. I like Train. I like Ingo. I like Elesa too.

"BRAVO! Your writing has improved a lot since the first time!" "Wow! I can read your handwriting!" "Really? Did I do well?" "Sure! You did a great job Emmet!" "Emmet also practiced so much, so we have to hurry up and finish our homework!" "Of course we should, Elesa!" "Ingo! Elesa! Cheer up!"

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That evening, as Ingo's parents got closer to leaving work, Ingo and Elesa said a short goodbye to Emmet and hurried back up with their school bags.

"Ingo! We're here!" "Father. Mother. Welcome!" "Your friend is visiting today. Hi, Elesa?" "Hello!" "Do you want to eat with Elessa for dinner later?" "Yes! Of course! Thank you so much! My parents were so busy today that I couldn't have dinner at home!" "Really? Then you've come at the right time. Today's dinner menu is a big hamburger steak!" "And chocolate ice cream for dessert!" "What a SUPER BRAVO menu!" "Whoo hoo hoo~ I'll call you when I'm ready, so play in Ingo's room!" "Ok~!"

Ingo's parents also served meals to their guest, Elesa. And his parents put some of the dinner on a plate, put it on a tray with juice and dessert, and headed for the basement.

"Excuse me, ma'am. What are you doing?" "Oh, there's food left, so I'm taking it out!" "Then why are you going to the basement?" "Elesa, don't interfere in other people's personal affairs." "I see…"

Ingo's mother opened the door of the basement.

"Hmm? Is this..?"

And she found it in the basement, a toy train that Emmet had received from Ingo, which he had not yet hidden.

'Ingo? Where's your favorite toy train?' 'Uh, that's…I lost it!' 'When and where did you lose it?' 'Well… I'm sorry! I don't remember!' 'If you don't remember, I can't find it for you?' 'It's okay! I have many toy trains!' 'But it's the toy you loved..Are you sure you're okay?' 'Of course! Mother!'

Going down to the basement, Ingo's mother placed dinner and dessert on the floor and picked up the toy train on the floor.

'Is this Ingo's favorite toy train…? But why is it in the basement…? ……No way..!'

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That night, sending Elessa back to her house, Ingo's parents called Ingo with a serious face.

"Ingo. We need to talk to you for a moment." "Sorry Ingo, but this is a serious matter."

Ingo's mother showed Ingo a toy train. It was found in the basement at dinner.

"This…" "The toy train you said you lost was in the basement." "………." "Ingo. Why was this found in the basement?" "That's why…" "Did you secretly go down to the basement?" "….!"

Seeing Ingo's surprised look, Ingo's parents were sure, Ingo broke his rule and went down to the basement. Ingo's parents raised their voices even more.

"We've certainly told you many times not to go down to the basement…Why did you go down to the basement?" "……" "Ingo. Answer us. Why did you go down to the basement?"

Ingo answered in tears

"Why can't I go down..I went down because..I was curious.. Mother, father..I'm sorry… really..I'm sorry…" "Don't ever go down to the basement again!" "I'm sorry..I'm sorry…" "We have to lock the basement door now!" "…locking the basement?!" "To prevent you from going to the basement." "Stop! Don't do that! In the basement…!"

At that time, when the door opened from the basement, Emmet stretched out his arms in front of the crying Ingo and stopped the parents who were scolding him.

"I am Emmet! Ingo did nothing wrong! Don't scold Ingo!" "…Emmet..!"

Emmet opened the basement door on his own and went out.

"Emmet? But we didn't name you.." "Ingo gave me a name! So I am Emmet!" "…Ingo, did you name this kid?" "………yes" "…………….."

The parents looked at Ingo and Emmet for a long time in silence.

"Father? Mother?" "Huh..?"

And they hugged Ingo and Emmet.

"We've been thinking wrong all this time..Honey…" "That's right..Even the black wings are our precious son and Ingo's precious twin brother…" "What…? Emmet is my twin brother..?" "Ingo is my twin brother???" "I don't know where to start.."

Twin brothers were born in Anville Town. The twins have equally gray hair, unique side hair, and silver-gray shining eyes. The difference was that one was always blunt and the other was always smiling. The parents were delighted at the birth of the twin brothers, thinking they were blessed by God. Until they see the black wings on the back of the smiling baby… Parents couldn't hurt their newborn baby. So the parents hid the black-winged baby in the basement. And they have hidden the existence of the black angel they gave birth to. The people of Anville Town have also hidden the existence of a black angel. Even another son has hidden the existence of a black angel. The existence of such an unnamed black angel was forgotten in the basement.

But it's different now.

The parents also accepted the Black Angel as their family. Even though he has black wings, he is the precious son of his parents and Ingo's precious twin brother.

"Mom! Dad! and…Ingo!"

The unnamed young black angel whose existence has been forgotten is now part of a family named 'Emmet'.

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But the world is not yet ready to accept Emmet with black wings.

"Mom, why do you bandage my wings? It's verrrrry tight that it's frustrating and uncomfortable!" "It's because unlike us, other angels don't like you with black wings yet…" "……" "Instead, you can remove the bandage at home except when a visitor comes!" "Yay!"

[neon-u-dumb-shxtty-child]

hee hoo. they

OH MY GOD???

Flora my babeyyyyy i adore you

edgy ghost who hates the rainbow town they live in

I imagine they’re cynical and angry most of the time, but whenever they’re alone they just cry. They cry for the life they had, and the life they want. They cry for slowly losing the only one that understands them. They cry for their existence

I’m imagining Wally and Flora in So Below. It’s a place where they can be self aware without any risk

Wally is the only puppet in Welcome Home that they can even tolerate besides Daisey

Wally understands she’s human. That she’s just as stuck as he is

She connects with him

Also I think she died to a knife to the back/chest. So she has scars and marks all over their back and chest. And on their arms so long sleeves all they way

[thebigbidea]

Media I've obsessed over throughout the years!!

2010-2019: My Little Pony: FIM

Was definitely my favorite show. I still love that show sm. Definitely has the most active fan base of them all. Making art for this show definitely inspired me to be the artist i am now. -- This show rased me, and raised me good. The older fandom is questionable, there's definitely some generational trama given to us Gen Z by them, but it was a very pro-lgbt space, and i loved this so sm.

Favorite character then: Fluttershy / Now: Trixie

2017-2021: DuckTales!! (Woo-hoo)

Always kinned Louie, and always will. I mean hell, i named my first MLP OC after Lena!! -- I really loved the episodes Quack Pack and GlomTales! (the latter if wich being because is was A. it Louie centered episode, and B. he proved to his mother that his scamming isn't all bad which i was proud of him for). I think i loved him sm just bc, well one, my favorite color has always been green, but two he's so relatable. Like the episode where he wasn't so sure and up to the idea of Della suddenly coming back and being his mom when he'd never even spoke to her once was just so good. Now i can look back and see how it was relatable, but even then when i didn't know what ik now i found him to be the most logical person in that situation.

Favorite character then: Louie (maybe i liked Lena a lot too?) Now: Louie

2019-2023: The Owl House

When MLP ended, this was the show that came in and swooped me up. As of writing, the shows only been officially over for about an hour. And while yes, DuckTales was there when MLP ended, it still definitely made me feel like something was missing. It did take about a season for me to realize TOH was filling that feeling but it got there. This show has probably effected me about as much as MLP. Like through the episode “Lost in Language”, apon watching some reviews and theories on the episode, i found out Luz was bisexual. At the time i hadn't really heard the term b4, but only about a day of finding it out, i was already comfortable going by it! It just fit too well!! I also got my preferred name/s from Emira and Edric!! Sigh, i could write sm about TOH since it literally just ended, but i don't want to be here all day.

Favorite character then: Hunter, Now: The Collector. // Kinnie: Edric and Emira all the way, baby.

2023-???: Welcome Home! @:3

And now we're here. I already know this will be the thing i obsess over for the next 3-4 years, i can smell it. If things wrap up before 2026, i know the fandom will still be alive. Like idk maybe I'll laugh at my naivete in like two years rereading this post but come on!! Everything lines up way too well!! When MLP ended, TOH was there. Not TOH is ending and, oh, what's that?? WH!? I don't think its too unrealistic to think this story can take 3 test to make.. look say DHMIS, The Mandela Catalogue, and the Walten Files!!

...And well i mean if not, South Park has been going to 25 years and strong!! So I'll probably love that.

Favorite character: Julie!!!! (And Frank) // Don't make me pick favs from SP bro they're all so great. :')

Bonuses!!!

2021(-2023?): Loki

Bc of this show, i discovered i was gender fluid :]] I also found a wonderful community from it, and i love all of those people i met!!.. except for J***. You know who you are. Lmao, jokes. But yea, I'm no marvel fan or anything, but i love Greek/Norse mythology.. so it's no surprise i love Thor and Loki as much as i do!

Fav: Owen Wilson.

2021-2022: Inside Job (+ the 2000 other animated shows Netflix cancelled after one or two seasons..)

Yes there are shows that ended justly, like Kid Cosmic and CentaurWorld. They only planned on having two seasons so they ended great and with a banger. But like,, Dead End, and Glitch Techs, and give BNA another season, goddamn it!!

Fav: Brett 1000%

2020(-2023?) And 2021-2022: Animatics and The Cuphead Show respectively

I decided to add these two after ranting in the hashtags bc i just had to. :] Not much to say, i rlly love these shows. Made some art in my sketchbook and sh/t.

Fav: Wakko // Muggsie.

There's so many more shows (on tv, steaming, or online!) I'd live to acknowledge but I'm bored as hell do I'm calling it. Buhbies!!

[itsskyedge]

✏️Work In Progress (Warnings at beginning)

Seeing as this is a murder mystery with hints of amnesia and identity crises, I’d recommend treading with caution (っ °Д °;)っ

Again, this is only a work of fantasy and none of these events have happened in real life. The most intense bits are going to be in bold so you can just skip over that if you don’t want to deal with that stuff  (´。＿。｀)

Also this isn’t finished and probably won’t stop being edited here and there for a long while after the story concludes ( •̀ ω •́ )

Alright, I’ll get out of your hair, enjoy! ( •̀ . •́ )✧

The sun shone brightly as Cairo’s heeled boots clacked satisfyingly on the cobbled stones beneath his feet. He looked up at the sky, the blue of the endless reach above him sharing striking resemblance to a shimmering blue zircon. Clouds like bleached cotton candy drifted above head, casting gentle shadows across the town as though pathetically trying to shield the land from the sun’s burning rays. As Cairo walked, several young children ran past him, bouncing a ball between each other and laughing with an innocence that the detective oh so dearly missed from his childhood. Trees with rose leaves and quartz wood grew along the sides of the road, separating the streets from the buildings and casting cool shadows as welcome protection from the warm day. 

Cairo ran a hand through his hair, feeling the smooth white locks catch in his thin fingers. He brushed his hair out of his face for a moment, before it fell back over his green eye 一 the eye he hated and tried to hide without making it too obvious, though who could inconspicuously hide an eye these days 一 and once more plunged the left side of his face into darkness. He fixed his coat, the tan fabric (several shades lighter than his skin despite both of them being considered tan) swirling around his legs as he walked down the street. He fixed the collar of his black and white dress shirt concealed beneath his coat. His bored expression softened slightly at the sight of his assistant already at the scene.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite heterochromatic detective?” Cairo’s assistant greeted him warmly. Cairo’s eyes flicked down to read the nametag his assistant always wore, thanks to Cairo’s issues with memory. ’Eris’ he read, mentally making sure to keep a note for today.

“Ah, Eris! It’s always a pleasure to see you,” Cairo greeted, offering Eris a handshake. Cairo’s hand tensed slightly at the feeling of the scars on Eris’s palm, ones he was sure he had asked about at some point. 

“So, this house?” he questioned, his eyes drifting to the worn down home of the victim he had been briefed about. “Who lived here again? My memory seems to have failed me once more.”

Eris let out a forced smile. “Miss Elizabeth, sir. She was twenty four, unmarried and with no living family members.”

“Ahh, of course, Miss Elizabeth, how could I have forgotten?” Cairo returned the forced smile, only adding the part of his forgetfulness out of politeness rather than genuine annoyance. He had learned to deal with forgetting nearly everything of himself.

“Mr. Cairo, a word?” A deep voice from beside Cairo sliced through the friendly conversation he had been indulged in. Cairo turned to face the man — a man with quite the stunning beard, might he add — with a more solemn expression.

“Yes…” the detective trailed off for a moment, his eyes flicking down to read the badge. “Officer Benjamin?”

“Now that I seem to have your attention, I would like to brief you on the murder.” Hoo boy, Cairo was in for boredom, wasn’t he? “The victim, twenty-four year old Elizabeth Peterson, was found dead in her kitchen by her sister coming to visit. She was stabbed three times, twice in the chest and once in the neck. The window was shattered and a bloody knife was recovered beside her body. The murder has no known witnesses, since Miss Peterson was unmarried and lived alone.”

“I see,” Cairo muttered intently, nodding along as if his damaged brain actually absorbed any of that. “I shall best be getting my own look then.”

Cairo made his way inside, ignoring the officer’s annoyed comments on his issue with absorbing the information he had been given. He heard the floorboards creak beneath his feet as he walked, carefully stepping around any objects that had been strewn across the floor.

Once Cairo entered the kitchen, he couldn't help but notice the shattered window above the sink. The window frame was hanging limply on its hinges, swaying softly and squeaking in the wind. On the counter, a knife had been left carelessly out on the counter, blood covering the blade, yet not the handle. A burnt pan of eggs sat abandoned on the stove, giving the air an unpleasant, smoky scent that stung the detective’s eyes.

A pale woman with red hair lay on the ground, her face frozen in a permanent expression of fear. A gaping wound in her neck continued to ooze faintly, the blood trickling down her skin and pooling on the floor below. There were two more stab wounds in her chest, the first in the center of her rib cage and the second just above her heart. The wounds stained her pale pink dress a velvet red.

Cairo’s nose scrunched up — not in disgust at the sight of the body, no, he had grown accustomed enough that even the amnesiac didn’t cringe at it in the slightest, but at the fresh scent of blood in the air. He didn’t bother putting on a pair of gloves as he picked the knife up, twirling it in his hands, the handle feeling right resting in his left hand. “Hmm.”

Stabbing deep into her chest as a ringed hand held her face down, listening to the delicious, satisfying screams of the victim—

Cairo dropped the knife back on the counter, stumbling several steps back. “What in the-?!” 

“Sir, are you okay?” Eris asked as she entered the room, her brow creasing in concern for the detective upon seeing his panicked expression. Cairo cleared his throat and gave a firm nod. 

“Yes, I am alright. Let’s be going now.” Cairo ushered Eris out of the room, sparing a glance at the knife once more. Eris cast a confused glance at him, but obeyed and exited the room. Cairo kicked something that was beside the body. Kneeling down, he picked the object up. A ring. A familiar ring, silver band with a sapphire embedded in the center.

A ringed hand holding her face down, silencing her screams into the palm—

Cairo blinked in surprise, but shrugged it off. He flipped through his notebook, seeing if there was anything about a ring. He frowned as he noticed a droplet of something red on one of the pages. The page mentioned a lost ring, with the description of the object as well. Ah, it was his. Why? Whatever, it probably wasn’t important. He added a little note to the page mentioning that it was found, before he pocketed the ring. “That’s where it went.”

“Sir?” Eris called from outside, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Are you okay?”

“Ah, yes, I am fine!” Cairo called back, standing up and swiftly exiting the room. “Apologies, I just thought I found something. It was nothing.”

About three hours after the closing time of the agency, Cairo still sat at his desk, raking his hands through his hair as he puzzled over the evidence. He took a large gulp of coffee — what was this, his third cup? “Clear signs of a break in, but no footprints. Bloody knife was the weapon which stabbed her in her neck and chest, so that was definitely an intent to kill. But why? What was the motive? No angry exes, no jealous siblings, she barely had anything to her name! This makes no sense!”

“Sir, I think it’s time that you should go home.” Eris gave him an unamused look as she entered the room. “It’s one in the morning.”

“No, I don’t, I’m fine. It’s all coming together. I-I’m so close to finishing this,” Cairo attempted to say, but it came out as mostly incoherent mutters. 

“You’re overworking yourself. And that’s your fifth cup. Just go home and rest, alright?” Eris grabbed his hands. “Stop working. This is an order.”

“But I’m going to forget it all!” Cairo protested as he yanked his slightly trembling hands away. Did he really have that much caffeine-?

“No, you won’t, you wrote it all down.” Eris pointed at the notebook of frantic writing. “Although I wonder how you can even read this.”

“My handwriting is legible,” he protested with a childish grumble. 

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” Eris sighed with a roll of her eyes. “Now, come on, I’m walking you home.”

“Erissss! Come onnn! Ten more minutes!” Cairo tried to wiggle out of her grip, but his limbs were too heavy, his body too sluggish and his brain a muddled mess due to the extreme caffeine intake that would most certainly give him a horrible headache. After quite a bit more protesting and even a smack or two from his assistant, Cairo was convinced to go home.

As the duo walked down the street, Cairo looked up at the stars with a longing feeling that was unfamiliar to the detective. “Look at the stars, they’re so pretty.”

“Yeah, they are,” Eris agreed, pulling Cairo out of the way of walking into a tree. Cairo silently thanked her. After a long while of walking, Cairo made it home and waved Eris a goodbye. 

“See you tomorrow,” he smiled with a faint sorrow. He wouldn’t remember the little moments he had shared with her today. He wouldn’t even remember her name. Oh well, that was part of being an amnesiac.

Cairo reached for his keys to unlock the door, but froze upon realizing that it was already unlocked. Must have forgotten to lock it, oh well. He entered the house, glancing to the kitchen and cursing his forgetfulness to clean it up. He sighed and walked to his room, stepping over the mess on the floor. He glanced at the unmade bed, frowning at it. He began to get undressed to get into his pajamas, frowning at the cut on his arm that he hadn’t noticed before. Whatever. He put the ring on his nightstand, before snuggling up under the covers and drifting off into sleep.

A knife held in a left hand, stabbing stabbing and stabbing, once, twice, thrice, plunging into the victim held in place. Glass on the ground. Blood flying, staining clothes. The sweet screams and delicious scent of blood. The squelch of metal plunging into flesh, giving weak resistance to the sharp blade. Not enough, not enough, NOT ENOUGH—

He woke up the next morning with a horrible headache. He looked around the room. His bed was messy as normal, and his hands seemed more sore than normal. Whatever. He got up and got dressed, then looked down at his notepad, ‘Cairo’ written across the front in elegant handwriting. That must have been his name, right? Yeah, he’d believe that. ’Work’ was written on the first page, along with directions.

Cairo carefully dressed himself, feeling a strange sense of fatigue despite having gotten a normal amount of sleep. He glanced over at his discarded clothes in the corner of the room, rising concern gnawing at the inside of his chest as he saw speckles of red on the sleeves. 

He shrugged it off, walking out to his kitchen to get something to eat. He eventually settled on a slice of bread and an apple. That… That’s enough for a human to eat, probably. He put the plate into the sink, admiring the clean room. The organization was welcome. He must have remembered to clean it up last night.

Cairo stepped out into the street, listening to the satisfying clicks of his heeled boots on the cobbled road beneath him. He hummed absentmindedly to himself as he walked, the tune familiar yet forgotten in his damaged mind. Cairo followed the directions in his notebook closely, making sure to continue along the correct path. 

He stepped into the cool building, wandering quietly and aimlessly until he saw an office with his name on it. He opened the door, stepping into the quiet tranquility the untidy room brought him. The disorganization was welcome. He sat down at the desk, the chair hugging his form comfortably from years of forgotten use. He gingerly opened a notebook, reading through the writings within the pages. The handwriting was organized and messy, a madman’s scribbling of a murder case, trying to draw pointless connections that his brain immediately told him wouldn’t connect in the end.

As Cairo sat at his desk, reviewing the notes, rapid footsteps approached his office. The door was thrown open, and a rather disheveled female rushed into the room, panting slightly from running and frantically brushing messy and tangled hair back into some semblance of order. “Cairo, sir!” 

“Yes…” His heterochromatic eyes landed on the name tag. “Eris?”

”Sir, there’s been another murder that you’ve been called to.” Eris handed him a folder.

”I see,” he muttered subconsciously as he read through the file. He looked back at the mad scribbles in the other notebook. “Both stabbed three times? Both single and living alone? I see a connection here. We still haven’t caught the killer?”

”No, sir.” Eris paused for a moment, which Cairo raised an eyebrow to. “No, the killer has not been caught.”

“Weapon?” Cairo questioned, looking up from the file. “It’s not written down here.”

”A knife,” she answered, glancing from the file to his face.

”And how did you know that?” Cairo asked, but the words of response fell on deaf ears.

Stabbing deep into flesh, slicing in a satisfying work of bloody, mutilated art that only a psychopath could find beautiful. It was beautiful. The blood washed down the sink, off of the fragile and familiarly unfamiliar hands. Weapon slipping and slicing into soft, perfectly imperfect skin, oozing beautiful scarlet. More blood, More Blood, MORE BLOOD—

“Cairo!” A whack across the face from Eris brought the detective out of his spiraling daydream, his cheek stinging from where Eris had slapped him. Cairo reached up and faintly brushed his cheek. “Welcome back to reality.”

”Apologies, dear assistant. We should… be heading to the scene?” Why did his voice crack like that? Why was his voice so wrong yet so right? Cairo forced a smile, his hands squeezing together under the table. Eris gave him a concerned expression in return, her eyebrows furrowing.

”No, sir, you should stay.” She sat in the chair across from him, crossing one leg over the other. “You seem worse than usual today.”

”Worse than usual? I think I’m acting perfectly fine,” Cairo protested, crossing his arms with a huff as though he were a child being scolded. He felt his face heat up in embarrassment.

”No, sir, you’re not.  You’re zoning out more than you normally do. I don’t think you realize how badly it went, but you checked out for a solid twenty minutes there.” Eris took the file from his hands. “I’ll send for someone to bring you home.”

”No, stop that,” Cairo protested, standing up and bringing his hands down on the table, gritting his teeth in a fierce denial of his spiraling mental state. “I am perfectly fine. And I’d like for that folder back, assistant.”

That’s all for now !

[queen-of-the-boos]

GHOST AMBASSADOR MARY IS HERE FOR THE TAKEOVER!!! HOIIII!!!!!!! (Please go easy on lil ol me XD)

To Pearl!! HI!!! YOU ARE VERY COOL!! AND AMAZING!!!!!!!!! Have you ever thought about composing a song for Aori?? How did it go if you did?? And if not…are you planning to…?? O^O

To King Boo…CONGRATS ON BEING THE THE INSPIRATION FOR QUEENIE’S MANY OTHER LOVED ONES!!!! You treated her good enough for it,so I haves to at least thanks you for that!! Congrats!! You are a very lucky ghost king!!!

…You best be treating her like the queen she is every heckin day,okie?? °v° <- (Attempt at blank looking,”creepy” face…will it work on him?? Who knows!! XD)

Also while we’re here… *Hands over a banette* This bingus got lost on his way here!!! He followed me!!! I think he wanted to come over here,but I’m not sure…he wants to stay by me all day tho!! Maybe if he sees Queenie…I mean Aori!! I MEAN-!! I dunno if you’re okay with the different names she goes by in each universe she’s in!! XD

Hey YO! MC WHIMSY ON THE MIC! Question for me? NOW we're talkin'!

OOOH a good question too. Yeah, I've kinda done that. Wouldja count me secretly writing lyrics about her into some Off The Hook songs? That counts, right? Like in Into The Light, I said her real life nickname in that one. Hard to spot, but that's cause it's only for her to notice!

...Oh right. You got a question for the big cheese too, huh? Hol' up.

AYO MARSHMALLOW!!!

I TOLD YOU NEVER TO CALL ME THAT-

....Oh, it's you. Hello, Ambassador. My Queen has persuaded me to be a bit nicer to you. I'll try.

Now that the sentient shortcake has had her turn, it's back to me now- And you're...congratulating me? I suppose congratulations are in order for such a feat! Eeeheehee! I'll find my Queen in every universe, that's a promise.

I am extraordinarily lucky...

...

What's with the face? Are we having a staring contest? Hoo-hoo! You're either awfully brave or awfully stupid to challenge the likes of me to such a frivolous game! I'll win!

READY SET GO.

Hi everybody! I'm back from the clown convention-

BANETTE?!

MY BANETTE NOW. KING SWEETIE WE HAVE A NEW SON.

MY PRECIOUS BANSHEE BLOSSOM! YOU'RE BACK! WELCOME HOME WE'VE ALL MISSED YOU TERRIBLY!

New son? Another one? He is a ghost, so I suppose naturally yes.

NOW COME LET ME WHISK YOU AWAY!

Different universes? Say WHAT? I am not pickin' up whatever y'all are puttin' down.

....HEY DID HE JUST CALL ME SHORTCAKE?

[tequatls-favorite-spoon]

ok. i have been Thinking about onyx’s relationships. and i’m pretty decided now that she’s gonna be poly, mostly bc she works so well with so many characters, and also they all look so cute together <3 but now i’m trying to figure the like. timeline of things??? and hoo boy

i’ll make the full timeline in a separate post, but i’ll sum up stuff real quick here. onyx was in love with trahearne, tragically that didn’t work out cuz he died rip. she’s real sad for a while, so she ignores the beginnings of some feelings for braham and caithe. after kralk, she and canach have a brief and casual fling, and then onyx ends up falling for jayrim while hanging out in elona. they eventually have to split up, especially with onyx having to leave elona and jayrim wanting/having to stay. during ibs, onyx’s old crush on braham pretty much punches her in the face. when he becomes primordus’ champ, onyx is SUPER worried about him. when she finds him alive after the fight, she gets rly emotional, like telling him how much she cares about him and stuff. she knows her feelings are more than a lil crush now, but refrains from making a move bc braham needs some time to recover (both physically and emotionally). in eod, caith and onyx have some real cute moments as aurene’s moms, i think jayrim pops up again with the corsairs here, and i really like the idea of onyx asking out braham after the engagement party. the big issue now though, is that i feel like caithe and onyx should have started dating after onyx and jayrim dated, but before onyx has her big Feelings Epiphany with braham at the end of ibs. that basically just leaves me with ibs as the timeframe, which is rough bc i don’t think caithe shows up during ibs at all?

ok. so. i’ve thought of two options rn. one: onyx meets up with caithe after leaving elona, and that’s when they start dating. two: they spend time together in the eye of the north and end up dating

this got. really long lol. so my rambling is below the cut! ur welcome lol. also if u just wanna see what i ended up going with, i put a silly lil diagram at the bottom o7

option one works, but i feel like onyx would have left elona bc of the start of ibs? like she leaves because she has to go to the charr rally thing. i guess maybe she could’ve still had time to swing by the grove and hang out with caithe? but idk. i could just make up some other reason that onyx had to leave, like maybe her family or something? ok, that has some promise!

option two feels a bit more possible to me, but i’m also not super sure how much caithe was at eotn during ibs. also, there was a lot of war stuff happening so idk if they would’ve had time for dating?

ok i’m kinda leaning towards option one now… like, onyx gets contacted by her family that they need her to come back for like a wedding, or to celebrate an achievement of one of her siblings? one’s trying to be a minister, one’s in the seraph, and another one is a priest, so any one of them could have done something cool enough to warrant onyx going back to see them. (also i promise i didn’t forget jasper, around this point in time he’d too busy partying to do anything worth onyx coming home for lol) so with onyx going back, she says that while it’ll be a long time, she’ll come back to elona afterwards! or, if jayrim wanted to… she could come with? and jayrim tells her that this has been great, and she loves onyx and all, but she can’t stop being a corsair. and onyx can’t stop being the commander. either way, this isn’t gonna work out forever, so… maybe it’s best if they end it now. and so they agree to break up but they’re both sad about it :(

so then maybe onyx and caithe starts as a kind of rebound thing? like they run into each other, and start hanging out. and hm! she’s feeling some things! onyx thinks back to their talks together as they took care of bb aurene, and now that she thinks about it, she might have had some feelings for caithe at the time? and these current weird feelings feel a lot like those?? wait has she been kinda in love with caithe this whole time??? and then they start dating :3c

also, i think onyx and caithe would talk about braham during or after ibs? bc like, i want onyx to be kinda freaking out over her feelings for braham, but i don’t want her to be kind of cheating on caithe :/ so maybe they have a convo early on about like, possibly being a poly/open relationship? i could see onyx thinking about this since she just had that whole thing with jayrim, so maybe at the time she’d be kinda hoping to get back together someday? either way, i feel like caithe would be pretty open to it, cuz i’m sure sylvari aren’t that monogamous. i feel like caithe would just want onyx to run it by her before she adds somebody yknow? and she’d run it by onyx if she liked anyone! tho i don’t think she would? i think caithe wouldn’t really be looking for another partner. like, i think caithe would like a monogamous relationship, but she’s also ok with a poly one, especially if they keep up good communication and that onyx doesn’t like, forget about her or something. yeah. i think that the idea they’d have for their relationship at first is that caith would be dating onyx, who would also be dating braham, and then also jayrim. but then caithe and jayrim would start dating eventually too :)

OH ALSO!!! i could always add yao…. bc im Love Them. and i could see them dating onyx and braham… oohhhhhhh that’s so cuteeeee….. lol and then the polycule is two triangles, which is kinda fun!

ok tldr ig. the polycule is eventually gonna be this: caithe is dating jayrim and onyx, who are dating too, and onyx is also dating braham and yao, who also are dating too :3c here is a diagram