#i know about glass frogs now for some reason

[pinazee]

Btw, ever since cinderellas castle came out, my IG has been filled with frog reels.

[physalian]

How to subtly show the passage of time in your narrative

For instances where actual concrete numbers would be either jarring or unrealistic for your characters to know, like if they’re castaways in a remote region, prisoners of war, under house arrest and unable to access technology, or any other situation where a character cannot ground themselves in a reliable timeline. Or simply in fantasy settings that don't tell time in concrete numbers.

Giving your readers actual numbers can be jarring, whether it’s explicit measurements of things that invites readers to do the math that you might not have (thus risking plot holes), looking out of place in your narrative style, or giving numbers your characters realistically wouldn’t know.

Things like a 60lb bag of dog food, or an 8ft ladder, or a 2 liter bottle are different. Those are common measurements most people come across in conversation or otherwise. Taking an aside to make sure your readers know that a kiddie wagon is 3.5 feet long is… weird. Unless the story demands that, for some reason, this measurement is critical knowledge.

Passage of time is the same, and even more prone to potential plot holes. If you’re writing a story where time is critical, like characters are on a mission and timing must be perfect, then lacking numbers would be strange.

Anything else, though, and in the real world, we estimate all the time. “It’ll take maybe 45 mins” we say, not “it’ll take maybe 36 mins”.

But if you’re in a situation where characters don’t have clocks and calendars, their estimates should be broader and broader and more hyperbolic. “Talking for hours” “sleeping for days” etc. Otherwise, how do they have an exact sense of how much time has passed, and why is a specific number important? Readers can tell when a character or narrator is being hyperbolic.

If you want to get even more vague and subtle, you can either have characters notice environmental details, or clue the reader in without characters even knowing.

I think I’ve mentioned this already, but my go-to here for cases that last months is characters commenting on how long their hair has gotten, or the narration saying something like, “their hair has grown out over their eyes”.

But there’s a bunch of others

How thick the dust is on their surroundings

If the leaves on the trees have changed colors, grown back in, or fallen off

How long their fingernails are

How chipped nail polish has become

How nasty bruises have faded and changed colors

How much weight they’ve lost or gained

How much mold is on bread, or how much food has been eaten or rotten

How many cobwebs/spiderwebs have appeared

How desiccated the corpses of frogs or lizards have become

How grey their hair is, or their dog’s fur

How many weeds are growing in the sidewalk or in the gutters of their house

How many leaves are covering the lawn

How faded paint has become

How far natural roots have grown out, or hair dye has faded

All of those tend to be a more negative passing of time so here’s some lighthearted ones

How full the refrigerator door has become with children’s drawings

How cluttered the dresser is now with family photos

How worn a favorite pair of jeans/shoes or sweater is

How big kittens or puppies have grown

How many baby clothes don’t fit anymore

How many gummy fingerprints are all over the sliding glass doors

How worn the couch cushions are

How the floor is all scratched from dog nails or toy wheels

How much fur is everywhere

No matter what, even if characters do have clocks and calendars at the ready, you can still be subtle about it. Yet another example of showing, instead of telling, in about the same amount of words.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

God, this man has the absolute worst case of nostalgia based rose tinted glasses

In nightbringer itself Asmo says the day before they Fell he was hiding from Raphael for messing with him/pissing him off

All of Lucifer's siblings (minus Levi, as far as we know) were frequently sneaking into the human world while they were actively at war with the Devildom and while it was forbidden to interact with humans

Mammon used the angels as his own giant chess set????

Mammon used to sneak into the human world to collect pigeon feathers and sell them to angels by saying they were Raphael's feathers, which is hilarious but is also A FUCKING SCAM THAT CURRENT MAMMON WOULD ABSOLUTELY PULL

The others actually thought Mammon would Fall long before he did because he was such a shit head

Asmo used to have his Asmo parties or Asmo nights or whatever up in the Celestial Realm despite Raphael saying parties are bad (I feel like the actual word he used was "immoral"? )

Asmo used to sneak into the human world to go partying with humans

It is heavily implied in s3 that asmo was fucking & sucking his way through the celestial realm (good for him btw get those sticks outta the angels' asses babe i believe in you <3 )

The twins and Lilith used to frequently sneak into the human world

Lilith started a whole ass relationship with a human and lied her ass off about it so that she could keep it secret

Lilith compared Michael to a jellyfish???? the first time she met him and that pissed him off

Lilith held a hell of a grudge

Belphie used to skip work so he could go nap

The brothers, as a team, used to catch frogs, cut holes in books, put the frogs into them and wait for Raphael to open them

The brothers, as a team, used to dig pits in the ground and cover them up so that other angels would fall into them (at least the frog thing was kinda funny this is just them being straight up dicks)

Raphael was constantly chasing them around with his spears and getting on Lucifer's ass about them because of how troublesome they were

S4 implies that the reason the brothers' pranks are more refined as demons, compared to when they were angels, is because they now have Satan

So yeah, they were always asses

But even if there is some truth in what Lucifer said about them being kind & sincere (and honestly, there is. We've seen more than enough evidence of it in the events, devilgrams, chats & s1-4) :

Levi says he was depressed in the Celestial Realm and felt like he didn't fit in.

Both Mammon & Beel didn't fit in until Lucifer found them.

Lilith definitely didn't feel like she fit in.

Lucifer, as a demon, says he'll never want to go back. Talking with Diavolo as an angel made him lose a little faith in the Celestial Realm. His greatest fear is possibly his father. Even before they Fell something in the Celestial Realm was pissing him off so much that he managed to spawn a whole other conscious life form - Satan says he gained his own consciousness even before Asmo was created meaning that anger had been festering for a long time.

As far as we know Asmo & Belphie were the only ones who were genuinely happy throughout their entire time in the Celestial Realm (and I think once Asmo gets used to his demon form he'll appreciate the freedom in the devildom over the strictness of the celestial realm)

Mammon, in Nightbringer, says that they know there's no real difference between being an angel or a demon and that they're all just labels.

Whatever sincerity and kindness they, may or may not have, had in the Celestial Realm wasn't because they were angels. Or because of the Celestial Realm.

It was in spite of all that.

It was just what they are like as people.

And of course that sincerity and kindness aren't gonna shine through right after a horribly traumatic event that killed their sister and permanently changed their bodies. And due to such an event & their Sins becoming more...more, they'll obviously be different and treat each other differently as demons.

But at the end of the day they are good, kind people, even as demons.

Like we've seen that.

[bad268]

Hello my friend! I've recently discovered your work for the frog boys and also saw you have requests open (if this isn't true anymore I'm terribly sorry!) I was wondering if you could write something about Pezzy (and maybe the rest of the frog house included if you want) playing horror games with his s/o? Have a good day!

Scared in Love (Frog Boys X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (I decided to make this part of [Blank] in Love. I could be read alone though. Thank you my friend <3)

Warnings: Horror games

POV: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 1027 (about 250 each)

Summary: Horror games are scary, who knew?

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Technically can be read alone, but Part 4 <-

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Puffer (At Dead of Night)

“This is stupid! All we’re doing is running from a bald guy,” I laughed as I controlled the movements in the game as we ran between rooms. Puffer had been asked to play At Dead of Night. Despite knowing he did not like horror games, he agreed as long as I was there for it. Neither of us had heard much of this game, and so far it was pretty boring. “Am I supposed to lock this door?”

“Maybe? Isn’t the guy chasing you?” Puffer answered as he leaned closer to the screen. He broke his glasses recently, so he was blind for this stream, and that’s the main reason he asked me to join. “Wait, why is that light flickering?”

“Like I know,” I scoffed as I immediately moved toward it. Nothing happened. “See chat, y'all just be hyping up this game, and it's plain.” I turned around in the game and jumped in my seat as some random person showed up. “Holy shit!”

“Dr. Bose was accused of the worst crime possible,” Puffer joked with mock seriousness. “We need to go to the ground floor now to see the police lights!” He took over the controls, again leaning close to the screen to see.

“Maybe you shouldn’t speed run out of the room,” I advised.

“Nah, we’ll be fine,” And almost like Jimmy was listening, he jumped out from around the corner to kill us. Puffer jumped back in his chair, causing it to fall back.

“What did I fucking say!?”

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Pezzy (Doors)

“It’s Roblox. How scary can it possibly be?” were going to be my famous last words. I was sure of it.

“I swear to god if one more of these things pulls me out of the closet again, I will throw my controller at the screen!” I shouted as I died once again. 

“Welcome to the club,” Pezzy laughed, “It only gets worse.”

“I’m going to cry,” I joked as I respawned. “This is literally torture! I did not agree to do this!”

“Yes, you did!” Leave it to Pezzy to pull up the receipts in the form of a text you sent him a while ago. He briefly showed it to the camera before clearing his throat, and imitating my voice, “I doubt it’s even that hard. I bet that I could speed run it faster than you.”

“I don’t remember saying that sober,” I admitted as I ran through the doors, ignoring Pezzy’s laugh. “I really don’t. In fact, I think a certain someone stole my phone and texted someone while we were drunk. I wouldn’t put it past you honestly.”

“I cannot believe you would accuse me of such a thing,” Pezzy gasped as he put a hand to his chest. “I seem to remember you bragging about not being scared of anything. You’re eating your words now, huh?”

“Never,” I said definitively. It didn’t last long as, almost immediately, the red skull thing chased me through the rooms. “I swear! PLEASE!”

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Droid (FNAF Help Wanted)

“It’s not even that bad,” I laughed as I glanced at chat while Droid stood behind me playing Five Nights at Freddy’s: Help Wanted. I had played it before since I was practically a FNAF channel, so Droid made it his subgoal to play it when they hit 5,000 subs. Granted, he did not think it would happen that quickly. “Just wait until you get to the third game.”

“You’re kidding me!” He shouted as he frantically looked around the room. “There’s no way it gets worse than this! You’re capping!”

“Nah, you’re just a baby,” I laughed as a highlighted chat caught my eye.

“You should shove him.” it read. Thankfully, he could not read chat while in the game, so I took this as my opportunity. With a smirk, I stood up and walked around to stand behind Droid. Just as the music picked up in the game, I grabbed his shoulders and he was jumpscared. From me and the game as Bonnie jumped out at him. 

He flung his arms back to try and drab me, but I ducked and ran back to my chair. He pulled the headset off and immediately glared at me. He let go of the joycons as he pointed and slowly approached me. 

“I will murder you,” He joked as he leaned down to be at eye level with me. “I will threaten domestic violence live on Twitch.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I joked back as I raised my eyebrows.

“WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! Nah, don’t even!”

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Grizzy (GMod Horror Maps)

“I don’t like the squidward-looking thing or the witches,” I cried as I ran my character through the dark maze. “Why did you mod them in?”

“Because I knew you didn’t like them,” Grizzy laughed as his character followed mine around. “I can remove one of them if you want.”

“Please do,” I laughed as I purposely let myself get killed by Squidward, so I would respawn. Grizzy exited the game to fix the mod as I stayed on the call with him, entertaining his chat. Eventually, he got it changed but did not tell me what he put in. 

“Can I know what was spawned?” I asked as I reloaded the game. I had to update it since the mods changed, and I got stuck on the loading screen for a minute. I thought he would have told me at that point, but no. When I loaded into the game, I saw a hoard of witches immediately. I slowly looked over to Discord to see Grizzy’s face cam, and of course, he’s got that malicious smile. “I will murder you.”

“You always say you could outrun the witches,” Grizzy laughed as his character also loaded it. As soon as he spawned, he threw a bomb at the group. “I’m testing you.”

I screamed as I ran my character the opposite way through the maze, “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“See!? It’s not so easy, huh?” Grizzly laughed as he watched my character run. ”What are you mumbling?”

“California girls were unforgettable,” I said a little louder than before as my voice got higher. “Daisy dukes bikinis on top.”

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[caramelarchive]

╾ Assorted Box of Headcanons

like a box of chocolates!

for L (strawberry chunk white chocolate swirl), Light (orange tang dark cocoa drink), Misa (chocolate mint icecream parfait) and Matsuda (chocolate mousse + full milk cream) I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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L: strawberry chunk white chocolate swirl

I think L's actually very prone to getting freaked out by jumpscares and unexpected loud noises. For this reason he hates horror movies and thunder. If he happens to experience a fright like this, he'll either go very very still and start trembling, OR he will jump ten feet in the air, drop whatever he's holding, and curse loudly.

I don't think L swears much outside of that, actually.

if you wear glasses he'll just put his hands on your face at any given moment to push them up your nose because the lenses aren't even in front of your eyes any more and what is wrong with you.

he would not kiss you if you have recently eaten something that does not contain heart-attack levels of caffeine and sugar.

yeah he's actually pretty germophobic.. at the same time man will straight up forget to have a shower/shave/brush his teeth.

well actually for that last one he just eats peppermint candy and calls it a day.

When L's handcuffed to Light, they sleep in the same bed. Well, usually L's still working, but he actually does a lot of things in Light's side of the bed. Like eat his food. especially crunchy crumbly food. petty ass.

if you can manage to sit on his lap while he's in his 40% frog pose you can stay there.

you will be used as a stress ball.

feed him sweets. he'll melt once he's distracted from work enough to realise your fingers are pressing the candies into his mouth

what lovely hands you have perhaps you should put them in his mouth

L loves the rain but I think he would prefer experiencing it in a small garden rather than a rooftop. or just in a driveway. the rooftops are just too high. he can see everything and it makes him feel small at a time he wants to feel at one with the whole world.

I'm seriously debating over whether he can square dance you drunk or if he has three left feet because it's one extreme or the other

his wardrobe looks like Homer Simpson's.

sigh. I kind of feel like L is often too busy to shave and usually has some degree of stubble. if you don't like it help him shave please he'll die kiss you

L probably has a lot of burner phones but no matter how you contact him, even in person, you're only allowed to call him L or Lawliet when you are completely completely definitely alone and you'll usually have to whisper. whisper in his ear and lick his neck he will literally shiver

anyway the point I was ACTUALLY going to make is call him lollipop (sweets. and sounds like Lawli-pop)

likes to just stare at you. no emotion in those pretty bottomless grey eyes of his but his internal monologue has suddenly switched to describe everything he likes about you.

big sucker for kisses. no time. :(

Light: orange tang dark cocoa drink

Okay but Light, when he isn't Kira, would actually be the sweetest boyfriend alive. Now yes I know he's portrayed as bored and apathetic but if he fell in love he would fall HARD!! to the centre of the earth!!! in his confession he might even propose getting married and raising 10 kids!!

honestly this kid shuts himself off from other people as much as L does, the only difference is that he's easier to get to. be his friend. ask about him.

sigh he'd buy you flowers.

he's got such a goofy laugh he sounds like a baby hyena or something.

Light is the kind of guy who would have the weirdest dreams. like "my entire class from high school went to a water park and I uncovered a cult that was plotting to kill me and sacrifice me to the teacher and-" if you let him explain in detail it's going on for hours.

every time L eats his food on Light's side of the bed, Light cuts his nails on L's side of the bed. petty ass #2

he would not like an "orange tang dark cocoa drink."

I feel like the best way to meet Light would be through the school's debate team. I started thinking about this when watching the musical (it wasn't a debate team but it WAS a debate)

omg if you managed to BEAT him?

who is this. he must know immediately. and also you were wrong back there- you hang out in the library? why hello there

his favourite food as a child was dinosaur nuggies. he thought they were made from dinosaur meat.

he still loves dino nuggies

okay as for when Light IS Kira. some of this is for if you have a relationship beforehand, some if you meet after.

you're actually one of the few people, along with Sayu and to some degree his parents, who he REALLY doesn't want to tell in case you hate him. but at the same time would you like to be the first angel of the new world?????

so he tries to figure out what you think of Kira. God or the Devil?

please love him. please don't hate him.

and let's be honest even if you don't think much of yourself you'd be much better help than Misa, who cut her life in half anyway.

I think Light's the kind of guy who, if he did perchance meet you as a detective on the Task Force would condition you to like him with a neat little psychological trick we like to call POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT.

you get something you like every time you see him and soon enough you get excited to see him!

at the same time he's constantly making you question whether Kira SHOULD be caught, all Inception style.

you'll love him. or you'll die. jk! (he's not)

Misa: chocolate mint icecream parfait

when she was little she wore rainbow clothes. real 180 when it turned to black black black.

loooves the beach.

sand! sun! swimming! bikini modelling! seashells! surfboards! sexy men with no shirts on! LIGHT WITH NO SHIRT ON!!!!

Misa has a really large collection of earrings of all types. kittens, the solar system, swords.

If you're friends with her she'll eventually pull you along to a modelling gig. No matter how much you protest, it will eventually happen. You'll just be there. Just pray Misa didn't forget to check the schedule and today is lingerie day.

she has 4000 photos on her phone, 3500 of which are selfies and 1750 of which have you in them.

her favourite Pokémon is Stufful!

Misa loves making origami and had a couple hundred paper cranes hanging from the roof of her bedroom when she lived with her parents.

This girl's FAVOURITE thing to do is hold hands. She would never let go if possible. Paint her fingernails and do her makeup, she'd be utterly devoted to you forever and ever. She'll do the same for you if you want.

Has a great singing voice!

Loves flowers. she reminds me of sunflowers in particular. give her bouquets. she'll put them everywhere and watch them slowly die with a smile.

Out of all food "types" I think Misa would like pastries and bakery food the most.

Her favourite letter used to be "L" but then she met L and it immediately became "H". "L" is now number 26 on the list.

Misa has the biggest collection of unused stickers and stamps to ever exist. She thinks they're really pretty.

if you're dating her or even someone else, DOUBLE DATES. anywhere and everywhere. parks. movies. restaurants. she will show up in your bedroom at night.

dressed up as the grim reaper for the past 5 Halloweens straight. only ate candy in pink wrapping.

she's a little like a cat in that she's prone to just knock coffee over paperwork or press her hands all over your keyboard. but, like a cat, she's too adorable to be angry at.

pick her up. spin her around. kiss her.

Matsuda: chocolate mousse + full milk cream

got really excited when Misa started talking about Pokémon but realised she just liked them because they're cute.. sob! he just wants someone to play Pokémon Go! with him!!!!

a very good chef. more actual meals than pastries etc though.

ughhhh his chicken parmigiana tastes like HEAVEN. the salad on the side is LIQUID GOLD.

just a silly little man who takes four tries to tie his tie properly every morning.

he can walk on his hands *bites lip sexily and accidentally breaks the skin, gets an infection and goes to hospital*

sigh he's so pathetic I love him

but goddamn. you guys remember that episode Matsuda overheard the Yotsuba meeting?? When he got his colour like L and Light AND HIS EXPRESSION???

sometimes he has unintentional moments like that, so serious and cool.

If you were dating him during the Kira case he'd ask L to help him erase every single record of your name to protect you. if L didn't agree the first time he'd make sweets with you to give to him. Matsuda is as cunning as anyone when he needs to be, though he hates doing it and can usually get along with puppy eyes.

"you really don't have to do that" when you tell him you love him or kiss him or just smile at him. he's too nice for his own good.

please coach him out of people pleasing.

I think he'd be really into camping actually!! can you imagine him in a silly little hat sitting around a campfire and toasting s'mores and damper?

His ENTIRE face lights up when he sees you. He thinks he's slick about hiding his crush from you but he really isn't.

he would just die if you had time to cuddle and watch a movie together one night. little kissies and calling him cute and really in general not watching the movie, just cuddling

He'd be the best friend EVER. super supportive and funny and generally just great. he'd make you soup if you got sick. he would hold your hair out of your face when you threw up. and then he would probably have to throw up too.

sorry that got a little gross dhbdbd

uhh Matsuda only drives Mazdas. he thinks it's funny (the name of the car came from the surname Matsuda). I think he'd like blue cars.

he likes to decorate the Task Force for the holidays to bring cheer and raise morale. he's the one reason nobody's gone insane yet (except Light but that couldn't be helped)

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎��𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Luke listening to reader talk about frogs. Inspired by his actor, he posted a picture of a gecko on a wall one time and me getting a book about frogs from the library

Warnings: disappointingly bad frog facts, poor grammar, lmk anon if this doesn't satisfy, sorry it took so long, it's kinda short anon apologies, enjoy 🙏

After you received the book, you couldn't put it down. Luke would sit next to you, of course, but the silence was boring. Luke loved being in your presence but he needed something to do. So he asked you what you were reading. His question sparked you to read out loud while you read. At some point Luke decided he wanted to work out so he dropped to your cabin floor and started doing pushups. You laid on your stomach and read to him as he quietly counted under his breath.

You read to him as Luke finished his pushups. You read to him as he moved into curl ups. You read to him as he stood up and gently took your hand, leading you to the bathroom with him. You read to him as he ran a shower and got in. You read to him as you heard him picking up his shampoo bottle. It was only halfway through his shower did you realize you had been reading to him for hours. Luke hadn't let out a peep. You began to think you'd just been annoying him with your reading.

Your mind was wondering to all the things he was probably thinking right now. Hearing about frog facts all day probably wasn't something he had added to his schedule today. Luke popped his head out from behind the curtain. You bookmarked your page, closing your book. He gave you a confused look.

"you're done reading already?" You shrugged not wanting him to know the real reason you set your book down. Luke looked worried. Which was quite funny with his hair more bubbles than hair.

"are you really done? I wanted to know more fun frog facts." You chuckled at him pathetically saying fun frog facts. You tapped your chin with your finger. He jutted out his bottom lip.

"pretty please." You sighed. You opened your book again, finding your place. He ducked his head back into the water as you started reading.

"Glass frogs are active at night-" Luke gasped. You looked up expecting to see him missing an arm or a spider the size of his face crawling up his leg. Luke was grinning with head out the curtain again.

"like the red-eyed tree frogs?" You paused. Your shoulders relaxed and you felt your heart warm. Luke had been listening. You nodded. You stood up from the toilet lid and grabbed his chin. You gently pecked his lips and sat back down.

"do I get a reward everytime I get something right? If so I would've been talking a lot more." You shook your head, flipping your page.

"nope." Luke sighed and hid back behind the curtain again. Finishing his shower, he gently led you back to the bed as you continued reading. For the next couple weeks the campers noticed when they spoke to Luke he always seemed to have something to say about frogs. They also noticed when they saw you two together he was leading you by your hand and you had your nose stuck in a book with frogs on the cover.

[missd476]

Weapons World Chap 1 (A Rude Welcome)

Have you heard the legend,

about the seven stars?

How a giant sword fell from the sky,

and scattered them near and far?

Freakish soldiers forged from the king,

Poured from the gate.

They spread chaos across the land,

Made from iron and fueled by hate.

But the king had been opposed,

By a man clad in red.

With his little army of five,

Through the factory they tread.

An enormous explosion,

Blew through from the factory’s core.

And the king and his many heads,

Were no more.

The eyes of the factory,

Saw the battle unfold.

And now the heroes triumphant story,

Had now been told,

To the misfits and weirdos,

Of the kingdom lost and forgotten.

And it soon reached the ears,

Of another ruler, twice as rotten.

Their new agenda,

Now focused on the alien world.

Had planned something devilish,

A terrible scheme to unfurl.

And I think,

The time is ideal,

To tell you some stories,

From the kingdom of steel.

“Looks like another clear day… I guess I can go out for a walk or something. Still not sure yet.”

Mallow looked out the window from the statue room, leaning against its frame. It was yet another lovely day at Nimbus Land; clear blue skies, little to no wind, not too hot or cold. All the citizens were on the merry way doing their chores or engaging in conversations. Occasionally, folks from the Earth below would arrive and join in. Mallow always enjoyed meeting folks from all over the Mushroom Kingdom. Heck, there were even times when Princess Peach would stop by and he and his parents would have a pleasant time drinking tea and discussing important royal matters. (Or at least the adults would, Mallow was still trying to understand all the ins and outs of being a prince) There were even times when he would go to Tadpole Pond just so he can spend time with the Frog Sage. Even if they aren’t related by blood, Frog Sage would always consider Mallow his grandson, to which Mallow would always be thankful for him for.

But even then, he would have those days where he just felt bored.

It had been roughly half a year since that amazing adventure; defeating the nefarious Smithy Gang, and restoring the Star Road and all of the Mushroom Kingdom’s wishes. Now don’t get Mallow wrong. He was very happy with the life he had found. He was super happy he found his real parents. And he couldn’t be happier that things were at peace. I suppose the real reason he has these feeling from time to time is that he’s missing someone really important to him.

Mallow’s attention then turned to the golden statues that Garo made. All of them sparkled and gleamed from the sunlight through the windows. One statue in particular he focused on was the doll looking one. Facing forward, with a determined look on his face, the statue of Geno stood. Looking at it though made Mallow feel slightly melancholy.

Mallow is very aware that Geno had a duty to protect Star Road, but he couldn’t help but miss him dearly. He knows he can’t just pry Geno away from his job, as that would be a pretty selfish reason for doing so. But still, Mallow missed his wise musings, his amazing magic and guns, and how much of a big brother he felt to Mallow.

Just as he was about to leave and walk about the castle, a small flash of light from outside caught the corner of his eye. Mallow looked out the window again and scanned the sky. Finally he saw three small objects floating in the sky, or rather swimming in the sky? As Mallow squinted his eyes, the shapes started to remind him of the jellyfish near Seaside Town only… very odd looking. White and shiny, but their tentacles looked… inorganic, like flayed wires?

Before Mallow could even respond, the objects darted towards his direction at an unbelievable pace. Before he knew it, Mallow had ducked away from the window with his arms over his head, just as they crashed through the glass, spreading shards of glass and frame pieces everywhere. After the debris settled, Mallow looked up, only to see a trio of… very weird looking jellyfishes. Actually they looked akin to the small pieces from chess (Mallow wasn’t quite sure what they were called as never knew how to play chess, he was more of a checkers kind of kid). Their round heads sword left and right feverishly as they floated ominously, their red eyes emitting a red sort of light, as if scanning everything that came into view. Finally, all eyes and lights were on Mallow. They scanned… and scanned… until…

*BLEEP* *BLIP* TARGET CONFIRMED! *BLEEP* INITIATE CAPTURE! *BLIP* *BLORP*

Suddenly, one of the jellyfish lunged at Mallow, tentacles (that DEFINITELY looked like wires now) bared in front. Mallow panicked at the sudden intrusion and attack. He quickly grabbed some of the glass and frame pieces and threw them at the barreling creature. But it only managed to slow the thing down just a tad, but enough for Mallow to get out of the way. He looked around the statue room frantically. In the corner was his Sage Staff, the very same his Grandfather used when he was a child. With the robotic fish distracted, Mallow made a mad dash and grabbed his staff. Now full of determination, he aimed his staff towards the intruder.

“You better leave now! I got weather magic, and I’m not afraid to use it!” Mallow warned.

The warning fell on deaf ears, as the robot lunged at the prince once again. Mallow stood his ground and aimed his staff, unleashing a powerful bolt. It struck the robot, making is spasm and quake violently, but it quickly getting back up, frightening red electricity began to spark from the tentacles. It wrapped around Mallow’s wrist, and suddenly Mallow felt a painful burn. He yelped in pain as he tried to pull away, but the bot’s grip was pretty strong. With no signs of its grip weakening, Mallow chanted under his breath, unleashing a flurry of snow. The bot was caught in the chaotic wind and rolled up into a giant snow man. As the snow golem dispersed, so did the bot smacking against the wall, bolts and screws flying out of it in every direction. It slumped down and went silent. Mallow grunted triumphantly, but the feeling of victory was short lived as he forgot that there were more than one of those weird robots. He turned around, but they were nowhere to be found. Mallow felt his panic grew as he made a quick dash to the only open exit out of the statue room. He ran through the halls as fast as his little legs would let him with sweat beginning to form on his forehead…

“EEEEEEK!”

Mallow’s heart skipped a beat as he heard the familiar voice of his mother, quite clearly distressed. He ran towards the source; the throne room, and busted through the doors. He saw a very frightful sight: his father and mother tied up by the other two robots looking overwhelmed, the bots’ gazes darted toward Mallow, their tentacles now wielding syringes full of a grim looking liquid. Mallow was frozen in place.

“Dad! Mom!” Mallow cried out as he took another step forward, but he stopped in his tracks as the bots aimed their syringes closer to his parents, making the mother yelp in fear. Just then the pointed snout of one of the bots opened up, revealing a megaphone like device hidden underneath…

*kzzzrrt* “Now listen carefully, organic. These vials contain a powerful toxin that can kill within minutes, and will cause excruciating pain as it kills the victim. If you do no want me injecting this toxin into your parents, then you will do as I say.”

Mallow was quaking in fear as he listened to the monotone voice. The description of whatever was in the syringes and the thought of his parents getting injected with such a painful, deadly toxin nearly made him sick to his stomach. He weighed his options to the best of his ability…

“…what do you want?” he asked in a small, scared voice.

*kzzzzrrt* “Put down your weapon.”

Mallow did as the voice said and laid his staff down in front of his feet.

*kzzzrt* “Now raise your arms.”

Mallow was a little confused by this request, but to avoid possibly angering it, he did as instructed. He lifted his chubby hands to the sky…

*CLANG*

Mallow was caught by surprise to see his hands were now in chunky, sturdy looking cuffs. Not only that, but by the bot he could’ve sworn he destroyed in the statue room. (They were more durable than he thought they were.) 

*kzrrt* “Now you will let my bots escort you out.”

At the order, the bot placed a tentacle forcefully against Mallow’s back, as if to get him walking. Mallow looked at his parents worriedly, whom sere still tied up by the other bots. Mallow sighed in defeat, and let the bot lead the way.

“Please! What are you gonna do to him!?” His father cried.

*kzzzrt* “That is not of your concern.”

Mallow was taken back by how blunt and careless that retort was, but he had to obey that voice. He was lead out of the throne room and through the halls.

*kzzzrt* “And remember, if you try any funny tactics, I will not hesitate in giving my bots the order to inject.”

Mallow winced, he was thinking of attempting some lightning magic of sorts, but he couldn’t if that put his parents at risk. Pretty soon, he was out of the castle an in the courtyard. The bot tossed two strange looking spheres in the air, and within seconds they formed an electric square frame. A dark portal began to form within the frame.

…a very familiar dark portal.

Eventually Mallow was ushered through the portal.

The room he entered was dark and dimly lit with many flickering screens. The air felt cold and thin, and the walls were covered in pipes and metal plates as was the floor. Next to the portal stood a large panel with many buttons and switches, with screens flickering all sorts of graphs and numbers. Behind the panel was someone… or something. It looked like the castle piece from a chess board. It toward over Mallow with piercing white eyes.

“You have made a wise choice. Now follow me.”

The giant ushered Mallow towards the open entryway. It clutched Mallow’s head, rather tightly.

“And remember, my bots are still with your parents. I can still give the word if you try anything rash.”

They lead Mallow out of the portal room and through the metallic halls of… wherever they were. The halls, like the portal room, were covered in pipes and panels, with occasional button panels alongside the doors. The ceiling lights would occasionally flicker and sometimes he could hear the hum of electricity or air flowing though the pipes. Once in a while, Mallow would spot a window, but every time he looked out all he could see was the familiar dark blue fog. Eventually, they stopped at a big door. It slid open. The giant room was dimly lit in an ominous red light, giant screens covered the walls, some showing various old buildings, some showing graphs and walls of texts, and then some of them were showing images of him and his friends. Some with a giant ‘X’ over them or a giant ‘?’. Near the back of the room was another control panel, and something enormous hunched over it. Small wires emerged from it, wavering about and pressing random buttons or inserting themselves into screens.

“I have one of the organic perpetrators in hand, sire”

The castle creature pushed Mallow forward. Mallow winced at the sudden aggression and began to shiver a little as he saw a head peer over from behind the lurking form.

Then it slowly turned around.

Mallow jaw slowly fell as the bulking mass slowly inched forward from the shadows. It wore a fancy looking crown and was draped in white cloaks. Giant cables dragged the being forward, making him slither, almost like a snake standing up. Weird pieces of machinery stuck out of its hunched back and hummed and buzzed. Its small yellow eye pierced through Mallow, and then… his neck began to stretch out with his head moving closer to Mallow’s face, again much like a snake. Its head was only a few inches from Mallow’s face, which had begun to seat. The being tilted its head from side to side, as if curious, its eye growing and shrinking. Until finally, pulling back…

A cable hovered over Mallow and was carefully placed on his forehead. Suddenly, it began to glow, and Mallow began to feel a sharp pain go through his head, almost like a migraine. He groaned and seethed until the cable lifted up, and pulled what looked like orbs or light from Mallow’s forehead. Mallow yelped in pain as each orb left his head, until finally he slumped over backwards, dizzy from the pain. The mechanical mass held the orbs in its hand like wires.

“LIGEFORM NERFED. ADD THESE TO MY BISHOPS, PROFESSOR DERECHO.”

The other giant, who Mallow know knew was name Derecho, put a firm grip on top of Mallow’s head.

“What shall we do with him, sire?”

“TAKE HIM TO CELL BLOCK 3-14. WE WILL HAVE HIM TRANSFERRED TO THE IRON GRIP IN DUE TIME. HOWEVER, WE MUST KEEP HIM HERE FOR NOW. I HAVE OTHER PLANS FOR HIM.”

“Understood, sire.”

Derecho pulled Mallow towards the exit, to what he was assuming the prison cells.

Mallow was shoved into a dingy looking cell. Walls and floors made of concrete with a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, and a bed and sink in the respective spots. Before Mallow could turn around, the cell door shut behind him. Derecho placed her hand on the panel near Mallow’s cell. It blipped and bleeped until a locking noise was heard. Derecho then turned to Mallow, with a pen looking device in her hand, and then pressed the button.

“If it is any consolation, I am bringing back my Knights, so your parents are safe. For now that is.”

And with that, she walked away. Once she was gone, Mallow walked towards his cell door. All he could see were five floors of cell doors and stairs to each floor. The ceiling appeared to be made of glass, and still all he could see was the blue fog. Mallow grunted in frustration, now that his parents were safe, what was stopping him now? With that, he closed his eyes and began to concentrate hard, and then…

“Star Rain!”

…

…

…wait. How did it go again?

Mallow tried his darnedest to remember how to cast the Star Rain spell, but he couldn’t remember anything about the spell, only its name. The harder he tried, the more his head began to hurt. So for the time being, he decided on another spell.

“Snowy!”

…

…

…why couldn’t her remember that one either??

Mallow became frantic, trying desperately to remember any of his spells. But all he could remember was his simple Lightning spell. But why? How could he forget all his magic spells?

“LIFEFORM NERFED.”

Mallow remember that line from the big monster, and those colorful orbs of light that came from his forehead.

“Did he… did that guy take my spells??” Mallow muttered to himself. It seemed the case, the fact he was dubbed nerfed, weakened.

“That guy… he took my spells! I worked so hard to learn those and he just steals them in like a few seconds. That’s so… lame.”

Mallow slumped against the wall overwhelmed. He was in handcuffs in a prison with hardly any magic. This was more excitement than he would’ve wanted, now he just wishes he could take back what he wished for. Just then, her heard one of the many cell doors open. Mallow shuffled over to see what was happening, he saw another giant robot that looked like Derecho, but the gestures and postures seemed off, almost a lot more casual and relaxed. This might’ve been a different lackey. And they appeared to have more of those jellyfish looking bots who have just tossed someone in. Mallow squinted his eyes to make out who got imprisoned, and soon they became as wide as dinner plates when he saw who it was.

“Please! I wanna go home! I sacred!”

Gaz’s tiny voice rang from the cell across from Mallow’s. The little toad was sitting on the floor, clutching his doll for dear life, looking like he was about to start crying.

“I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry! Can I go home now? Please??”

The giant slammed his hand against the cell door, making a sound CLANG.

“Shut your trap, kid! If you want your hiney in tact, you better start cooperating with us by telling us where HE is!”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Gaz whimpered.

“Listen kid, the last thing you wanna do in be an inconvenience to us Rooks. We can snuff out chumps in a heartbeat. So you better start talking. Right. Now.”

Mallow could feel his anger start to bubble over. It was one thing to blackmail him into coming here, but now they kidnapped Gaz. Mallow banged his cuffs on his cell door.

“You leave him alone!” Mallow yelled “He has nothing to do with whatever this is!”

“CAN IT, COTTON WAD! I’M INTERROGATING HERE”

…

“ENOUGH.”

The Rook flinched at the sound of that voice.

“Ah… of course, my lord. My bad. I got a little heated back there didn’t I?”

“SILENCE”

The giant cable mass creature had slithered its way into the prison, alongside another Rook. It looked inside the cell, at Gaz. Its neck stretched out and closed in on Gaz, who was shaking in fear. Out of its back, a TV screen unfolded itself and faced Gaz.

“IDENTIFY.”

Gaz tilted his head confused.

“…WHO IS THIS?”

Mallow could see some wires fiddling around with the screen, after a few seconds Gas’s eyes perked up.

“Geno?”

“SO YOU KNOW THE IDENTITY OF LIFE FORM 0-3.”

The Rook next to the cable mass produced some thin strings with little suction cups at their ends. The wires attached themselves to Gaz’s mushroom head.

“STATE HIS LOCATION.”

“I-I don’t know, he left to get star pieces, a-and he came back like this! Honest!” Gaz confessed while showing him a very familiar doll. The mass turned to the Rook.

“CONCLUSION, APEGA.”

Whirs and blips can be heard until the Rook, Apega, muttered “Checks out, my lord.” It seemed like it was a lie detector test they did, and it seems like they were trying to find Geno. The second Rook groaned.

“Ugh! We’re still not any closer to finding this bozo.”

“PATIENCE, DR. MARROW. WE HAVE CAPTURED 3 OUT OF 5, WE WILL FIND THE OTHERS”

Mallow winced at the statement. Three out of five? He was part of a five man team. Who else got captured? And what was on that TV screen they showed Gaz?

The cable mass stretched out a cable arm and yanked the Geno doll out of Gaz’s arms. It blinked at the doll curiously, his eye contracting and expanding. And finally, handing over the doll to the Rook, AKA Dr. Marrow.

“PUT THIS IN STORAGE ROOM 24.”

“Why bother keeping a toy?”

“…”

“Ah right, sorry, my lord.”

Dr. Marrow quickly left with the Geno doll in hand. Pretty soon, all of the big monsters had left, and all that was left was Mallow and Gaz. 

“Are you OK, Gaz?” Mallow yelled from his cell, “They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“No… I don’t think so! Where are we?”

“Uh… good question! But don’t worry! We’ll get out of here! …somehow…”

Although, that was a heck of a promise Mallow made. He wasn’t sure how to get himself out of his own cell, let along get Gaz out as well…

…no! No! He can’t think like that! There had to be a way.

Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a white gloved hand waving to him from his left side, 3 cells down. He heard a low *pssst*. The voice sounded pretty familiar.

“…Mario?” Mallow asked quietly.

The glove responded by giving a thumbs up. Mallow felt a spark of joy and hope, now knowing Mario was here, meaning there IS a way out now.

“I’m glad to see you! Uh… you wouldn’t happen to have a plan on busting out, would you?”

The glove tapped the cell door bar thoughtfully for a minute, then it began tapping on the button panel next to the door. Then began pointing at Mallow’s cell door. Mallow did his best to look at his panel. But he knew what Mario meant; they needed their codes. But how to get them… It was then Mallow noticed a much smaller bot walking along the cells on their floor, looking like another chess piece. Mallow wondered, maybe it knew the codes. Mallow pondered some more… does he still know how to do that spell?

…

“Thought Peak.” Mallow whispered. Focusing his magic onto the walking droid as it walk past…

“0123…6391…4921…3029… 9875… 1945…3176…2909…”

“Bingo!” Mallow thought to himself, and waited for the droid to float past them and make their way down the stair to the next floor under. Once he was out of sight, he typed in the code for his cell, and will a blip and bleep the cell door unlocked.

“Mario! 3029! That’s your code!” Mallow whispered loudly.

Mallow smiled as the door opened, and he made a quick dash towards Mario cell as the plumber typed in the code, and with another blip and bleep the cell door unlocked. Mallow’s grin grew bigger at the sight of one of his old friends. He wouldn’t hesitate in giving Mario a big hug then and there, but now wasn’t the time! They were on a mission to escape. Mario though sense his little fluffy friend’s enthusiasm, and gave his a gentle pat on the head, making Mallow smile a big ol’ smile.

“Come on, Mario! We gotta get Gaz out of here!” Mallow exclaimed as they both exited Mario’s cell.

“Fiddle sticks! All this trouble of sending knights through our portals, and for what? A measly wooden doll?”

Dr. Marrow mumbled to himself as he and a few of his knights walked to one of the many, many storage rooms with the Geno doll in his grasp. He approach a large safe with a round door, opened it up, and chucked the doll inside. Then he turned to his knights.

“You two! Guard this room! I gonna recharge with some olive oil.”

And with that, Dr Marrow left, leaving the two knights with the giant room full of steal plated boxes, important documents, and of course the large safe. Even so, it was quite a shame none of them, not even Dr. Marrow, noticed a small glow zipping and flying through the small crevices and into the safe. Suddenly, the two knights hear a strange sound coming from within the safe. They observe the safe door curiously until they, along with the dafe door itself, was blown away by a blast of blinding magic.

“OK, Mario. Just hold it still while I read its thoughts” Mallow said as Mario held the small droid still in front of Gaz’s cell. Mallow focused his magic on the droid and…

*DEET DOOT* DEETLEET DEET DOOT* “WARNING! TELEPATHIC POWERS DETECTED!” “DEPLOYING APPROPRIATE COUNTER MEASURES!”

Suddenly the droid’s head began to smoke something fierce, so much so that Mario had to let it go. And then the droid toppled over, unmoving. Mario gently tapped it with his foot, but it gave no response.

“Aw geez. I think he overheated himself.” Mallow said, “I can’t get the code from him like this.”

Mario sighed in frustration, as did Mallow. No code meant no easy way to open the door. Mallow shifted though his pockets to see if he has anything useful (that Derecho forgot to check, thankfully). He searched around and low and behold, he found his old Ribbit Stick. He nodded at Mario and forced his staff between the gaps of Gaz’s cell door. Then, he and Mario pushed against the stick with all their might, but the door wouldn’t budge. Eventually, they had to take the stick out, exhausted. Mario scratched his head tiredly, trying to figure out what to try next, and Mallow sat next to the door trying to catch his breath. When all of the sudden, they heard an explosion for afar. Mario and Mallow turned their heads curiously towards the direction, only to see the jail doors swing open with great force. Smoke bellowed out of the entry way, and a figure stepped out into view.

“Heh, they thought a simple safe could stop me.”

“Geno!” Mallow and Gaz exclaimed as the now fully grown star doll made quick dash up the stairs to their location. As he arrived, he looked at his familiar partners and smiled warmly.

“Although, it nice to see you guys again. I just wish it wasn’t under these circumstances.”

Mario could only chuckle at the statement and Mallow had a big smile on his face. Geno then turned his attention to Gaz, who was bouncing up and down at the sight of his hero standing in front of him.

“Are you alright, Gaz? Those fiends didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“Yeah, I’m OK. But we gotta get this door open!”

“I see. I got one idea, but I need you to step away from the door”

“You got it, Geno.” Gaz said as he made his way towards the wall. Geno took a few steps back and began to charge up another magic spell. And then, he unleashed a Geno Whirl towards the door. The spinning disc of light sawed thought the thick iron bars and into the concrete wall. Mario understood Geno’s plan, and kicked the bars out of place, making a small opening for Gaz, who was quick to run out towards Geno and tightly hug his legs.

“Geno, I KNEW you’d come back someday!”

“It’s good to see you too, Gaz” Geno said as he patted the little toad’s head.”But Mario, we gotta get out of here. They’ll be back any minute.”

Mario and Mallow nodded and the four of them exited the jail room.

Through the winding tunnels of pipes and wires and lights, the group ran and ran. With each turn, with each long stretch of hallways, they weren’t any closer to finding an exit. Mario stopped the group to look at a one of the walls. There upon the wall was a map, and from the looks of it they weren’t in a castle, but a giant aircraft with four giant towers and each side with propellors on the bottom of each one, allowing this behemoth the fly. Mario carefully studied the map, looking at every possible route, until he found a decent path that seemed to lead to an exit. After that, Mario lead the group down a straightforward path and towards a heavily bolted door at the end of the hallway. Geno nodded towards Mario and began to charge up for a Geno Beam…

“URGH!”

Geno felt a sharp pain from the back of his head, and could feel something getting pulled out as a couple of wires entangle in the same glowing orbs Mallow saw before, until they grabbed three orbs and retreated backwards. The group turns around and their blood runs cold as the giant living mass of cable stood in the hallway, blocking their only other exit and holding the orbs close.

“IDENTIFIED. LIFEFORM 0-3 CONFIRMED. LIFEFORM CONFIRMED NERFED.”

Geno, still grunting in pain, attempted to perform a Geno Whirl… but alas, he couldn’t remember how to do it.

“Geno!” Mallow cried out. “Our spells! It think this guy looks our spells!”

Geno looked at Mallow flabbergasted, then he turned to Mario, who sadly nodded in agreement. To demonstrate, he attempted to launch some Fireballs, only for nothing to happen.

“…you’re telling me we got nerfed?” Geno exclaimed.

“CORRECT. I HAVE CAREFULLY STUDIED THE SECURITY FOOTAGE FROM THE FACTORY.” The mass of cables said as it started to slither closer. “THE KING MIGHT HAVE UNDERESTIMATED YOU, BUT I KNOW ALL YOUR TRICKS NOW. I KNOW ALL YOUR SPELLS, YOUR TACTICS, EVEN NOW I AM STUDYING YOUR WORLD. FROM GROUND YOU TREAD, TO YOUR RELATIONSHIPS.”

That last part sent a cold chill up the group’s spine. If this guy was willing to hurt their loved ones just to get them imprisoned, there was no telling what else he would do to their world.

“FOR NOW THOUGH, YOU WILL GO BACK TO YOUR CELLS AND AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS. DO NO FRET, FOR I WILL NOT KILL YOU.”

The mass lifted one of his more giant cables up and it began snaking towards the group.

*KABLAM!*

“WARNING! WARNING! UNIDENTIFIED AIRCRAFT ATTACK! PREPARE FOR COUNTER ATTACK!”

The entire hall began to shake violently, sending everyone wobbling from side to side. From outside the door, everyone could hear explosions and metal scraping against metal. A sudden blast hit the door and it ripped off its hinges and was blown away. The suction of the air caught everyone, pulling them towards the exit. Mallow was nearly sucked away, but Mario and Geno held his hand as tight as they could. Before he knew it Mallow was outside, as saw they were definitely NOT on the ground, but way up high in the sky, above dark blue clouds. He couldn’t see the ground below the clouds were so thick. And then he heard even more explosions, so he turned his head towards the source of the noise, and saw a familiar aircraft… or what was left of it.

It fired cannon balls frantically and every now and then, the laser would fire, but it seemed like it was doing nothing against the ship Mallow and his group were on. Not only that, but the smaller ship had fires breaking out in several spots, smoke billowing out of them. It looked like it was struggling just to stay airborne. Finally, another laser hit the fortress, pretty close to the group's location, causing the ship to tilt thus forcing the group out. Everyone was falling down to heaven-knows-where. Mario tried to catch up, but his leg got caught by the cable mass. It lifted Mario back up to the ship, and shot the falling trio a final glare before retreating back into the fortress. As they fell, the other ship eventually joined them to a descent into… somewhere.

[hahskeleton]

Can we have some facts about the harpy au?

ask and you shall receive :)

Table of contents: Favorite things of the harpies - 1st indent Dislikes of the harpies - 2nd indent Eclipse facts - 3rd indent Moon facts - 4th indent Sun facts - 5th indent The Wisp Brothers Facts - 6th indent Y/N Facts - 7th indent AU facts - 8th indent

FAVORITE THINGS:

Eclipse: Fish, daisies, spooky stories, mangoes, woodpeckers, orange, purple, autumn, going for a fly at dusk, pumpkin seeds, y/n, throwing things into lakes (rocks, sticks etc), (more coming soon)

Moon: Bacon and eggs, reading, people watching, scarves, blue, clouds, grapes, plain (no sauce) cooked pasta noodles, stars/astronomy (more coming soon)

Sun: Marigolds, ferrets, pink roses, frogs, butterflies, waterfalls, jelly sandwiches, pumpkin pie, decorate random things, doing harmless pranks, playing his flute (more coming soon)

DISLIKES:

Eclipse: Frogs, pineapple, scorching hot days, mustard, cruel parents, his Lichtenberg Figure (big scar on his back), lightning storms, (more coming soon)

Moon: Lemons, Eclipse, crying, cats, removing his hat, winter, molting, lightning storms, (more coming soon)

Sun: Flying in bad weather, mushrooms, ruffled feathers, mildly dirty things, Moon’s night terrors, falling, being treated like a kid, (more coming soon)

Eclipse Facts:

Never liked Olympus

Absolutely HATES frogs for no apparent reason

Thinks his cave gets lonely sometimes

Has been struck by lightning (he’s got a scar now)

Loves storms but is terrified to fly in them

He’s got the groggiest voice in history (or so he claims)

Buries unloved and under-treated children in a field because their parents won’t do it themselves

Taught himself to draw (he’s not super good but… yk…)

He’s around 7.5-8 feet tall

Thinks he’s charming

Moon Facts

Is fascinated by humans

Would kill/do anything for his brother, Sun

Has never had a love interest

Hates his brother Eclipse (now)

Used to tolerate Eclipse (back then)

Has frequent night terrors causing panic attacks

His freckles glow when flustered

Absolutely hates crying

His favorite food is bacon and eggs

Is allergic to marigolds (just gets the sniffles, nothing too bad)

Used to have has a problem with plucking feathers

Sun Facts:

His favorite flowers are marigolds but Moon’s allergic to them :(

Loves to play with small animals (squirrels, frogs, butterflies, etc.)

Enjoys foraging

He’s the family cooker (until him and Moon left Eclipse)

Embodiment of anxiety

Good at hiding stress and feelings in general

Smells literally every flower he sees

Stargazing is fun for him

Never had a love interest

Always wanted a cat (Moon said no)

Wisp Brothers Facts:

They are VERY short boys and they can shrink even smaller

Lunar and Jack’s fire that they have is actually cold, not hot

they get up to a lot of shenanigans together

Lunar can get serious sometimes; Jack has no thoughts behind his eyes

Killed by [ ]

They like to visit the cabin y/n lives in

Lunar hates harpies

Jack doesn’t remember a lot of things including how he died and why Lunar hates harpy!eclipse

Lunar takes good care of Jack

Jack was supposed to be created to protect Lunar and vice versa

Y/N Facts:

They inherited their grandpa’s cabin in a village (the cabin is in the woods near the village)

uses magic

doesn’t know shit about magic (uses it anyway)

They own a Birman cat named Poncho

mythology nerd

only had one friend in the village and his name is Nathan (all the other folks hate them because they think y/n’s a witch/warlock (Nathan’s fake))

likes harpies

LOVES mangoes for no apparent reason

sort of a crazy introvert/ambivert

likes to get cozy by a fireplace with a book

they have glasses but they never wear them because they think they’re stupid looking

AU Facts

The AU’s birthday is on April 3rd

Drabbles, AO3 works, art and comics will be posted

There’s a lot of lore

Perhaps I will open a “Talk to the Harpies” event later

there’s a blog: @dca-harpy-au-blog

the creator (me) allows and loves fanart and all other things like that

(more facts coming soon)

[wizardsaur]

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This is my main blog now. Gonna try my best to be a minimally insufferable internet tumblr personality.

I call myself a wizard, my religion is ?????

This is a witch and magic blog. But one of the cool ones, I swear. I like frogs, and being a good person. I post kinda consistently, and I've been active a REALLY LONG TIME in tumblr years.

Doing my best not to be appropriative or exclusionary in any way, also painfully human (read as: can make mistakes and will happily correct them). I also try to spread awareness about cults, misinformation, and other relevant topics in the magic community.

I have chronic pain, and am learning to use mobility aids. Dislocated my hip trying to get outta the bathtub, and my knee WHILE SLEEPING. Physical therapy and compression wear are my friends. 🤣 (getting that diagnosis figured out, I hurt a lot, All the time. I have theories 🦓.)

I thought I met God once in a cemetery in December 2018, and It told me to leave an abusive marriage. I don't really know what that means because I don't understand what Higher Power is. I just hope and try to believe it's there. Due to this and my religious upbringing, I am known to trip and fall into cults, or to be singled out by cult recruiters (Hi. Yes, this has happened literally more than 7 times).

I was raised in arguably one of the biggest cults in the world - no, not scientology. So I sincerely believe the only way to find God or Upper Whatever is to figure it out yourself. I suspect everyone is probably wrong in some ways, right in others. Ergo, I'm painfully agnostic. Again, cults can sniff me out - if I'm getting weird, please check on me. I'm learning to catch myself.

I work with Change in the form of Death - or Death as Change - I'm not sure if that matters. I also work with Uni, the Cat God Of Self. Which. I made up. I made a blog about that, if you can find it. You will see that a lot here. I struggle to actually "worship" anything, probably due to religious trauma. Having a lack of Faith is hard for me.

I write spells, cultivate cool posts. I hardcore try to peer review, please don't hunt me for sport for reblogging a shitty blog. My header has all my DNIS. Just send me an ask and call me out - I'll be reasonable. I also share stories.

I like dinosaurs, vegetarian food (not exclusively), talking about glasses, writing, movies, goth culture, history, reading, art, plants, and dark humor. I write a lot in the bathtub. I live in an old house in the US. Hopefully I become locally famous too, so I can quit my job and freelance forever with my chronic pain problems. Or be a ghost tour guide as my real job.

I'm a story worm. Which is like a bookworm, but with all forms of stories, like movies and podcasts and personal anecdotes. Sometimes, I tell stories. I hope the stories have value for you. I've been enamored with the art of sharing stories my entire life.

My Cat is my pfp at the time of this posting. His name is Oswald Cheesecake. He looks like a wizard to me in that photo, in a brown cloak. But he' just in a paper bag. They are his favorite thing. There is a very good story behind his name, too.

[fandom-trash-xl]

EPISODE 7: COLLAR

#NotMyGoku

A SINGLE SHOT CHANGED IN THE OPENING. They replaced the minotaur with a bunch of King Kidan's royal entourage.

We tune back in with Team 2- turns out the ship failed because one of its systems required a Demon Realm exclusive element. Luckily, just that very second, Hybis comes by to pick them up. We get a cute little second of Vegebul where Vegeta steps in front of his wife, but, otherwise, they pretty much trust Hybis instantly.

And Bulma's coming along! Don't know what made up her mind this time. Maybe she was kinda curious anyway, but Kibito not coming along gave her space in the ship to tag in. Maybe she wants to pursue that new element for science reasons. Maybe her husband has abandonment issues.

Back in the Demon Realm, Goku discovers magical multimeal rations and we, the audience, discover the writers' barely disguised fetish right as the Gendarmerie pulls them over. Turns out Panzy's collar isn't letting them fly under the radar.

Panzy's also got a sharp eye, at least for spotting the fuzz.

After pulling off some Instant Transmission (which seems to be working just fine) shenanigans to keep Goku out of sight, the demon cops finally decide that Panzy's suspicious after the failed smoke bomb raid- they don't seem to care or even acknowledge that she's the princess.

We get a brief little fight- Shin can actually hold his own, Glorio shows off his lightning techniques with a tactical precision strike (I then proceed to dissolve, help me), and Goku gives the last plane a Team Rocket blast off with a... regular ki blast. No Kamehameha yet?

Unfortunately, broken glass is enough to stop our heroes, so they have to steal one of the Gendarmerie planes. Panzy disables the communicators on the unconscious grunts, but there's still the concern of her collar.

She can't break it, it's made of Katchintite! It's indestructible! Never heard that one before! /s

Proving my point, Shin has some magic that can break it!

Speaking of Shin, turns out he has a true Demon Realm name- Nahare. Still doesn't seem to match up with his siblings' names, unless there's some sort of wordplay I'm not picking up on.

Once they're on the road (in the sky?) again, Panzy gets in touch with her hacker friend (he's giving Kikono vibes, but also frog vibes) to give them a new Warp-Sama passcode. And I sure hope those are headphones he's got on, because if we're breaking the Demon Realm pointy-ear rule already, I swear...

Maybe there are a few round ear folks in the Demon Realm, just more of outcasts.

Goku's too itchy about fighting the Tamagami to hold off and wait for Vegeta and the rest of the gang, so he tells them to just catch up to them just as Hybis is giving his demands for payment in worm pizza. (And he's single, you say?)

Not that we're at the Tamagami site, now's the time to point out that the Dragon Ball Super rot has returned.

Fuel for the ill-informed "Bad Dad Goku" fire: "How did you raise a kid?" "Oh, I wasn't really involved!"

OH SHUT UP RIGHT NOW

On top of that, Goku's backpedaling in his recovery in Fight-holics Anonymous. "Gee, I wonder how strong the Tamagami is! I can't wait to fight the Tamagami! The strong villain couldn't beat them that makes me want to fight them more!" What happened to the goal of, you know, getting the wish to help Dende?

Anyway, let's breathe and go over the next episode preview:

Goku fights the Tamagami as Piccolo, Vegeta, and Bulma get up to some Demon Realm shenanigans, and Glorio continues his shady dealings.

EPISODES WITHOUT KNOWING HANVI'S WHEREABOUTS: 7

The counter seems even sillier now that we're fully in the Demon Realm, but it's about the bit!

[elizabethrobertajones]

FFXIV Write 2024

4. Reticent

There was nothing that helped reflect on different ways recent history could have gone as watching Lamaty’i sizing up to throw Thancred into the rafters of Frog’s inn room, to fetch her axe which was, for reasons entirely Thancred’s fault and Lamaty’i’s doing, now wedged up there.

Raha and Alisaie were yelling over each other to offer advice or alternative means of fetching it.

“Well, I think it’s safe to say you’ve hosted a memorable party,” Y’shtola purred, suddenly leaning over Frog’s shoulder.

She tried and failed not to preen and lean into that sudden closeness, her previous attempt to pretend to be the sensible adult in the room completely obliterated.

“If the Vow of Resolve breaks anything, I won’t be responsible for the bill, I hope.”

“Oh, I’m sure we can wrangle a little political corruption to smooth this all over,” Y’shtola giggled. She sounded like the glasses of wine she’d been carefully sipping had started to go to her head, as the long evening wore on. Frog had scooped up her friends from the street party and moved them to a more select location, but the Orchestrion was playing loudly and mixing with music floating across the water from Tullioyal’s thoroughfares, and copious drinks had followed them into the room as well.

Lamaty’i hefted Thancred incredibly poorly and he flew in a short arc and crashed into the table with gales of laughter from them both and an alarmed shout from Alphinaud, who had truly been paying no attention, wrapped up in some sort of discussion with Koana that no one else had been interested enough in to interrupt.

“We have a dragoon in the room who’d make that jump in his sleep,” Frog laughed quietly, basking in her private judgemental gossip Y’shtola had trusted her with.

“Thinking of unlikely pairings, I think he’s made a friend… Don’t look too obviously.”

Frog glanced around to watch the twins trying to tidy up the spilled fruit and plates, and then back around with a casual scan of the room, and saw Estinien lurking against the wall, watching with a quiet smirk. About two yalms away, sitting on a low chest and holding a drink, was Erenville, who had a furrowed brow and seemed quiet. She quickly looked away before it became staring and turned to pull Y’shtola to sit on the arm of the sofa. “Are they… hanging out?”

“I’m not sure. They’ve been there for at least half a bell without moving though. Or speaking.”

“I’d noticed the capybaras here sit quietly alongside much larger creatures like hammerhead alligators without any care. Perhaps Erenville is like one of those.”

Y’shtola coughed to cover a loud laugh. “Oh dear. A comparison I’m sure neither would appreciate you repeating.”

“I do hope they’re alright, though. Erenville went through a lot, and I know Estinien hates parties and being the centre of attention, but I didn’t want to not invite them, especially after Koana got invited along too. I’m worried I’m only making it worse for Erenville, though.”

Y’shtola tapped her chin thoughtfully, then twisted, and beckoned. Krile came stumbling over at once, beaming and pink-faced from the fancy cocktails she’d been sampling that evening.

“Do you think Bounding Frog can reach it?” she asked at once.

“Hmm? Oh, the axe. Don’t worry about that nonsense, I trust the great minds at work on the task. Shh, shh. I need your Echo,” Y’shtola said, pulling Krile into the conspiracy.

Her eyes widened. “What? What’s wrong?” she stage-whispered.

“Nothing!” Frog said hurriedly, also making soothing motions. She nodded her head to the corner. “Are they, um. Having fun?”

Krile wobbled around and looked a little less subtly, and gave a strange wonky grin as Estinien met her eye and narrowed his in turn. She waved awkwardly and returned to the huddle. “They are both perfectly content and in fact radiating with a sense of kinship. Fancy that!”

“Everyone parties differently,” Y’shtola said wisely. “For some, perhaps that involves no partying at all…”

“Mine apologies for interrupting…” Urianger manifested beside them, and bowed. “I must needs beg thy sorcery, Y’shtola. And, perchance, Bounding’s long arm?”

They laughed, and Y’shtola jumped up, thrilled at the challenge. Frog made another glance to the corner, where Erenville imperceptibly shook his head at her with deep disapproval. She grinned, and turned to see what Urianger and Raha had drunkenly cooked up.

[ilovelosersandshortmen]

Hear me out-

The X-Men with a reader who can cancel out mutations, like when they're near someone, let's say Cyclops for example, he can take off his glasses and his eyes don't shoot out lasers.

I think it'd be funny to have it so the reader isn't even aware of their mutation, like one day one of them slips up or tries to use their powers around the reader but nothing happens 💀

Having a mutation that stops their powers (X-Men and The Brotherhood)

I LOVE THIS I'm actually going to do this with the X-Men and the Brotherhood because there's so many possibilities.

TODD (I'm just putting him first because he's my fav):

• You and Todd hang out a lot. For some reason, he just feels calmer around you (little does he know, you actually take away the stressful parts of his mutation, like the sensitive skin and everything)

• I feel like he still eats flies because he's used to it, so he doesn't notice that you took away the frog part of his brain that actually needs them for nourishment

• He doesn't actually realize that you have that mutation until he goes to jump and just.. falls on his face.

• He freaks out at first, but he does appreciate not being so slimy and all of that

• Sometimes if he wants to shower (check out my headcanons on why he can't use soap), he'll call you over

PIETRO:

• He. Hates. You.

• Not actually, because I don't write angst very often, but he doesn't appreciate the power you hold over him.

• You're like a more annoying Wanda in his eyes.

• He always gets on your nerves (because he obviously will, I don't care how cute he is), and you always end each argument by taking away his powers.

• "Very funny! Now stop."

WANDA:

• You think she can't kill you without powers?

• Just kidding, ofc. She loves you.

• But, she's very used to being controlled and her powers being held back, so I actually think she wouldn't appreciate you using it against her.

• If you don't know about your powers yet, then she's obviously not going to get mad at you.

• Actually, she's very sympathetic. She knows what it's like to have uncontrollable powers.

FRED:

• Would he really notice? I don't think his body would change. Maybe he'd lose some strength though, but he'd probably just think he's getting sick or something

• Or he would freak out and feel useless without his powers, leading to a breakdown (think Luisa from Encanto idk)

LANCE:

• (I don't know if anyone else noticed this in the show, but HE MAKES THE STUPIDEST FACES WHEN USING HIS POWER ITS SO FUNNY)

• I imagine he goes to use his power and nothing happens so he just stands there like 🧍

• LIKE ELEVEN IN THAT ONE SCENE OF STRANGER THINGS LMAOO

TABITHA:

• She'd probably be really chill about it, but after a minute she'd really miss using her powers.

• So she freaks out a little, but she plays it cool in front of everyone.

• Hey, she's a complex person!

SCOTT:

• He's so confused, he just stares blankly at everyone and no one knows what's happening

• like this: 😨

• After everyone found out about what happened, he actually kind of loves it.

• Imagine always having to wear sunglasses, I would get so sick of those powers. So, he enjoys the little break

• Just make sure to tell him when you leave the room, because he's used to keeping his eyes open when you're around

ROGUE:

• Yeah, we all know she needs this.

• She would get really excited, going around and poking people's shoulders

• Getting surprised when nothing happens and just being like "okay, just checking!"

• She finally gets to hug her friends and high five people and all of that fun loving stuff

• A bit disappointed when it ends, but she doesn't blame you

• Yes, she's a bit closed off. But deep down, all she really wants is to be able to live her life without fear.

KURT:

• As much as he would like it to, I don't think the mutation would take any physical traits.

• So the beautiful blue boy would have to stay looking like the dude from Avatar </3

• Which obviously isn't a bad thing, because he's perfect just the way he is, but Kurt is severely disappointed.

• The teleportation was the only good thing about his powers! And that's all that went away.

• He's not angry at you, just angry at himself for.. existing, I guess.

• HE DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE I CANT

• Your powers don't really do much, expect keeping him from running away during arguments. Which could be very helpful.

JEAN:

• Another one that I believe would appreciate your powers

• Jean has to deal with a lot of things, including the involuntary mind reading (which I'm guessing absolutely sucks, because who would ever want that power!?)

• So, until she controls that, it can be a bit overwhelming.

• Then, you come along. And it's silent. For once in her life, the only voice in Jeans head is her own.

• She obviously goes into protective mother mode during the chaos, making sure no one else is panicking while they try to figure out what's happening

• But she's honestly really relieved the entire time.

KITTY:

• Unfortunately, she finds out right when she's running into a wall (because I think that's funny comedic timing)

• I think she'd be a little relieved too, since we learned her worst fear is her powers trapping her underground and things like that

• So sometimes I think using her powers makes her really nervous, thinking she'd accidentally get trapped and suffocate or something.

• So, whenever she needs a break from that anxiety, she knows exactly who to turn to

All in all, I think this is a really cute idea and I loved writing about it. Thank you for the request, I had so much fun with this!!

[andromeda-nova-writing]

Just a paper cut

Vampire! Ayato x Fem! Witch! Reader

Summary: A quiet evening is interrupted by a paper cut. What should have been less than a minute acknowledging it last much longer than it should.

This a continuation of my Kamisato Vampire AU. You should be able to read in any order.

Words: 943

AN: @milkstore how many of these fics am I going to have to acknowledge you contributing to my brain rot? You keep asking the right questions that leave me so inspired.

This fic is T-rated. Typical vampire behavior. Mentions of blood

To date, Ayato was something where both parties must understand that getting quality alone time would most likely mean just sitting in the same room while doing completely different tasks. He was a busy man with so much on his plate. Some weeks a day off felt like a myth. Even if he would like to sneak away it was just putting off things that a future Ayato would end up having to deal with. And to love oneself is to try and make your future self have an easier time, at least that he was telling himself as he worked.

This week was in fact the opposite for Y/N. The estate got lucky with the haul of multiple deers. With no blood to worry about and no outside appearances to be made by either Kamisato, a break was in order, which led to her wanting to spend the night reading some of the light novels that she had found shopping a few weeks ago. 

And was it so wrong of her to feel a little clingy every now and then? She'd be quiet anyway and if she was quiet and undistracting she could justify being up under her boyfriend he worked for the night. So she laid her head upon his lap intrigued with a good story. She was only stealing glances every now and then to admire how cute Ayato looked when he stuck his tongue out while hyper-focused. 

No words had been spoken between them besides greets and telling him to move over just enough. His coat laid on top of her acting as a blanket for the one time she had said she was cold. Ayato’s writing and shuffling of papers with the occasional croak of a frog outside sounded like music to her ears as she read. 

"Shit!"

Ayato looked down confused. "Favorite character died?"

“No not that, well they might be dead. I got a paper cut.” She closed her book holding it in place with a little knitted bookmark Thoma had given her careful not to get any drop of blood on either item. The book was placed on the corner of Ayato’s desk for safekeeping.

Ayato smirked. “I could clean it up for you.”

She frowned, brought her uncut hand to Ayato’s forehead, and flicked him right in the middle. “No. You have work to do.”

He laughed catching her hand before she could bring it back down. “I just said I’d clean it for you. Is that so wrong?”

“And by clean it do you mean getting a band-aid for it or do you mean you were going to lick it clean?” She scolded him knowing exactly what he had meant.

He couldn’t even fake offense. She read him like a book. "What would make you think I would use such methods? I just wanted to make sure you were okay." That didn't mean he wasn't going to try.

Y/N pulled her arm away and sat up. "It's a paper cut. You clearly know I'm okay. If you're so hungry I'll go bring you a glass. We both know how this usually ends. And you're way too busy at the moment to goof off."

"I wouldn’t call that goofing off. Just taking care of my partner with the love she deserves."

"Yeah, I'm calling bullshit. You can show me the love I deserve when you are off of work."

Ayato sighed. "You won't even humor me now. Maybe these few drops of blood would be the motivation I need to continue working. Have you considered that?"

"So it's gone from worrying about me to motivation. Why do I feel like both of those aren't the real reason?"

He held up his hands in defense and laughed. “Okay, I know when to admit defeat.”

“Even then,” Y/N held up the finger that had been cut. “Bleeding stopped.”

“Pity.” He looked away in defeat trying to play up his sadness.

“Pity? I get a paper cut and it’s a pity I'm still not bleeding.” She retorted back beginning to lose herself in the back and forth of the games they shared. “Well I know which Kamisato to not be around if I ever do bleed seriously.”

Any mood he was in became ruined by the thought of his sister. “Why must you bring up Ayaka now?”

“Because you need to focus. I don’t want to be a distraction for you. Plus I’m looking forward to that picnic on the beach you promised for later this week. I don’t want to have to hear about a raincheck I may have helped to cause.”

"You must really be looking forward to that." Thoma gave him the idea after overhearing Y/N and Ayaka talking one day. Y/N just wanted to see the beach again since it had been a while since she had last gone. Truly a simple date but it made her happy.

"The other day when Ayaka had brought Yoimiya over to discuss some plans with handing out sparklers for the upcoming festival, they made me go out to pick a new yukata. Be a shame if all their hard work was to go to waste." 

Ayato leaned over giving Y/N a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll get what needs to be done dealt with. Just keep giving me your company.”

She smiled. “What made you think I’d leave?”

It wasn’t long till Y/N once again had her head on Ayato’s lap as she read through her book as he worked. It was like they hadn’t even moved. Back to being comfortable with the silence of papers moving and the nightly frogs croaking outside once again.

[mister-fisch]

Skid and Pump :D

Alrighty. :3Also alot of these I just came up on the spot,and i didn't really know exactly what to talk about so :]

Im gonna start with pump since I have more for him

👆 What I imagine he looks like and wears when he's not wearing his costume :D

-His real name is Willard.And his full name is Willard Luzbel Wonder

-His favorite animal is rats

-The love of fire is genetic.Ignacio is his uncle from his mothers side(Garcia is too,cause Garcia and Ignacio are brothers to me,so they'd be Pump's mothers brothers),he is unaware of that though

-He likes listening to Lemon Demon and Oingo Boingo

-His favorite movie is Nightmare before christmas and a close second would be Hocus Pocus.He'd also enjoy all the the Halloween based disney channel original movies

-He's 10 nearly 11 years old

-His birthday's October 10th so he has quite the spooky birthday

Now time for Skid :3

👆what I imagine him to look like without his costume

-His real name is Stallo Kit Degenhardt-Estrella(Lila is German to me or has alot of german ancestry,I mean her name is literally the word for purple in german :].Also yeah Ik Skid's name wouldn't be that but one can dream)

-He's 10 years old

-Lila only calls him son because he's trans and she's just trying to be supportive as he socially transitions before he can medically transition cause he's too young to do so(also before anyone says anything i knew i was trans when i was 10,and alot of other people have then and before that,so it wouldnt be out of the question for that to be a possiblity)

-He has a half brother(from his father's side),which is Kevin,neither Skid or Kevin are aware of that though -His dad used to call him Star or Starling,or a nickname along those lines when he was still alive

-Skid also enjoys lemon demon but he very much perfers any music Danny Elfman has done(so he also likes oingo boingo)

-His favorite animal are Glass frogs or horeshoe crabs

-His favorite movie is Halloween or nightmare in elm street

And some join headcanons! :3

-The reason they both are constantly wearing there costumes is a way to cope with the absence of their respective parents,they last spent october with halloween with them before they werent their anymore ,and thsoe were the last costumes they wore

-They've been close since they were very young,basically since they met.

-Skid was the first one to get obbesed with the spooky season and they he got pump obessed with it soon after,its been that way for years

-They have stuff that remind them of each other around the house,for example skid has pumpkin socks,and pump has skeleton gloves and whatnot

-Pump since he's more likely than not fairly wealthy buys skid gifts constantly(<- i saw this one somewhere before) and skid feels like he needs to give something back in return so he draws stuff for pump :>

Anyway thats it.I really enjoyed doing this :D I hope i get more(also already working on another one of these things)Probably gonne get ready for bed now since its 2 in the morning :3 hope you enjoyed

[unnervinglyferal]

My new obsession right now is Columbo

My mom finds this very odd

I don’t understand why

I have a curio cabinet with dead things in it but she’s weirded out by my current obsession with a 70’s tv show

Although is it really a 70’s show when the first pilot episode was aired in 1968 and the last episode was aired in 2003?

That spans from the late sixties all the way to the early two thousands

If you want to include the first time the character of Columbo was seen that was the early sixties but I don’t really count that one because it was for a completely different show and he was played by a completely different actor and now Columbo is just very intwined with Peter Falk

Anyways Mom finds my obsession super weird

I can’t tell if it’s because the show was started before she was born or because both my parents have said that it was the type of show kids only watched if their grandparents were watching it

I mean like last month we had a conversation about making me a decomposition box for road kill but she’s weirded out by the 70’s show obsession

I literally walked into a water filled ditch to grab a frog today, I had to hose off the bottom of my pants after that

But somehow the fact that I know how many years it was until people knew if Columbo had a glass eye like Falk did is odd

(25, and yes the character does have a glass eye like Falk did)

This is the lady who admitted to spending hours try to figure out what type of wetland the Frog Pond is

Oh also I realized I have a screen recorder on my computer so I don’t have to fuss around on like fifty different sites trying to find good quality video files of the episodes and then fuss around for like thirty minutes trying to find good subtitles online

I can just record them from my screen

tbh weirdness is relative. There's people who would think that keeping chickens and grabbing random snakes recreationally is weird, but if something's normal in your region, it is. Nobody in my girlfriend's family considers it odd or unusual that she had a baby at 16 (despite of the average age to do that around here being almost twice that), the part they consider weird is that I'm still in the picture and actually changing diapers.

There's no such thing as normal, so don't worry about that. Also I've never seen a single episode of Columbo and have only learned about it through people making "I've been watching Columbo for some reason" posts a lot online. Which on its own is fascinating.

[paperrretro]

friends in strange places.

Pairings: Edgar Frog x Reader; Alan Frog & Reader

Word Count: 1,612 words

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of religion

“Fu –”

“Quiet,” Edgar demands.

You scowl, glancing around at the people sending you the typical weird looks before shouldering your backpack properly. “Stop creeping up on me like that.”

“Stealth is important for people like us,” Edgar tells you, frowning like you’re the one at fault for shrieking when he and Alan suddenly appeared behind your locker door. You’re about to snark out a reply when he continues brusquely, “We need to talk.”

“About what?”

“Not here,” Alan says lowly. “At the shop. Come on.”

“My place is closer,” you grumble, starting to walk down the hallway towards the back exit. When they don’t follow, you stop and turn around to tug them along with you. The sea of students part for the three of you as if you’re diseased. “Meaning we should talk there. Come on. My grandma’s out and made a shit ton of cookies last night, anyway.”

If Edgar and Alan seem to hurry along just a little more after hearing that last bit, you don’t comment on it.

Your home is just a five-minute walk from Santa Clara High, right at the street corner where the stop sign gets tagged every other weekend. Once you step through the door and toss your backpacks onto the living room couch, Alan heads straight to the kitchen while you keep Edgar back for a moment.

“Where’s Emerson?” you ask.

Edgar raises an eyebrow at you. “How would I know?”

“Well, he’s your new best friend, isn’t he?”

You are careful to keep your tone casual. You’ve hung out with Sam a few times by default, given that he and the brothers were strangely tight by the time you came back from a horribly boring summer vacation in Texas, and you were surprised to find that he was actually kind of normal. Aside from the fact that he believed in vampires too.

Despite living in Santa Carla for less than three months, Sam seemed to have a rapport with Edgar and Alan that it had taken years for you to develop. And although your grandma was delighted that your little trio had finally grown (Edgar and Alan were some kind of pet project for her and she always worried that you’d be influenced by them instead of the other way around), and you liked the Emersons, for some reason, it also irked you a bit.

Anyway.

“We have an alliance against the undead,” Edgar corrects you.

“I think it’s pronounced ‘friendship,’ Ed.”

His usual stony stare doesn’t flinch.

You roll your eyes and shrug. “Well, more food for us. Alan! Did you get the milk from the fridge?”

“Yeah,” he calls out, and it sounds muffled, like he’s already stuffed three cookies into his mouth. “It’s expired.”

Walking into the kitchen with Edgar, you watch Alan pour the so-called expired milk into three glasses.

“What date?” you ask.

“Yesterday. It’s still good. I tasted it.”

“Oh, okay.” Getting a pen, you scrawl a barely legible MILK onto the grocery list that your grandma had stuck onto the fridge with a magnet. Edgar passes you a cookie and a glass of milk. “So, what’s up?”

“We need to talk about what happened this summer while you were on vacation,” Edgar says.

Oh, god. Not this again.

With a sigh, you knock your head back. “Guys, I told you, it must have been some kind of satanic cult. Vampires aren’t real.”

“They are,” Edgar and Alan say in unison.

“Then how come the news hasn’t said anything about it by now?” you press. “Wouldn’t everyone know?”

“Not if the local government is infested with the supernatural. Or if vampires are capable of hypnotizing people.”

“Santa Carla is a haven for the undead,” Edgar insists. “How can you admit that extraterrestrials are real and not see the immediate threat right in front of us?”

Geez. “Because tons of people have seen evidence of aliens,” you say for the millionth time. “Because it’s talked about on the news. The Roswell incident. The disappearance of Frederick Valentich. Hell, Dr. MacGill told me he saw a UFO here five years ago and he’s a college professor. I’ve literally never heard anybody talk about vampires like that.”

“Vampires are not aliens,” Alan replies matter-of-factly.

You groan and take a giant bite of your chocolate chip cookie. This is why your grandma doesn’t like comic books and you have to smuggle them in your school binder.

It’s not that you think the Frog brothers are nuts – well, maybe a little, but no more than anybody else in Santa Carla. You like them a lot, and you look out for each other. But their stocks of holy water and garlic and wooden stakes take up a lot of space in their shared bedroom and it is hard to understand their adamance about spending their limited funds on vampire hunting instead of decent food.

“Look.” Edgar narrows his eyes and leans in toward you, his tone quiet and firm. “Whether you believe in them or not doesn’t make them any less real. Ever since we killed one tribe, we’ve become a target for the others. And you’re now a target by association. So either get with the program and let us train you, or get used to being under our protection.”

“Your protection,” you deadpan. “No way.”

“We’re serious,” Alan says. “Who else in this town’s going to protect you from vampires?”

“For free, no less,” Edgar adds.

Silently, you pull your crucifix out from under your shirt.

The brothers stare at it.

“… Jesus,” Edgar eventually mutters. “I mean, I guess.”

“If ‘being under your protection’ means hanging out more with you guys, I’m cool with it,” you state honestly, letting go of your necklace to let it hang out in the open. “And I’ll give you more holy water if you need it. But I’m not gonna walk around town with you two carrying stakes and breathing down my neck the whole time. That’s insane.”

Edgar exhales slowly through his nose. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry, okay?” You feel bad for brushing off their ideas and you feel even worse for smiling when their expressions are so grave, but part of why you’ve stuck together for so long is because none of you have ever lied to each other, and you’re not about to start now. “So thanks for worrying, but you don’t need to –”

Edgar suddenly slams his hands on the kitchen table and stands up. You startle at the sound.

“We’re not crazy, [Y/n].” His eyes are blazing as he jabs a finger at your face. “It wasn’t just a damn cult. We killed five actual bloodsucking vampires this past summer, and I know you would’ve died or been turned if you were there, because you’d still be calling bullshit until a vampire tore out your fucking throat.”

You simply sit there with wide eyes.

For a few more tortuous seconds, you hear nothing but the sound of Edgar’s furious breathing before he tears his gaze away and stomps off, swearing underneath his breath. The front door swings open and then slams shut.

Without a word, Alan stands up and follows suit.

You are left with three unfinished glasses of milk, a Tupperware still full of cookies, and an uncomfortable squeezing feeling in your chest.

—

You putter around the house for what feels like hours. Despite your initial thought that the brothers were going to go home, you find that they simply remain on your porch to talk. Eavesdropping proves to be a fruitless endeavor.

You’re lying on the living room carpet, fiddling with a Rubik’s cube, when the two boys come back inside.

Edgar mutters your name.

“I don’t think you guys are crazy,” you state without moving from your spot or looking at them.

“We know,” replies Edgar.

“You’re my friends.” You say this more quietly.

Neither of them say anything, but when you glance to the side, you see Edgar nod tersely and Alan shove his hands into his pockets. That relaxes you a little bit. Good. Not too much damage was done.

They join you on the floor, backs against the couch. And you wait for them to speak.

“We’re not going to let you get killed,” Edgar tells you straightforwardly. “I’m not going to have that on my conscience.”

“So, what does that mean?”

“We compromise,” Alan says. “We won’t keep tabs on you all the time.”

“But you should carry some holy water with you. And if you really have to go out at night, call us or go with your grandma.”

“Okay, fine,” you acquiesce. “I’ll be careful.”

Edgar rests his elbows on his knees. “It’d be better if you knew how to stake someone through the heart.”

“Being Catholic and not going out at night is enough for now, isn’t it?”

He fixes you with a withering look. You snort.

“It is,” he agrees reluctantly. A beat, then, “You’re not stupid. Or weak. You would’ve helped us and Sam if you were here last summer.”

At the uncharacteristic softness of his words, you stop playing with your Rubik’s cube and grin at him. “I know,” you respond, accepting the apology. “And I would have.”

Edgar’s eyes flick away from yours. He reaches up to scratch his cheek, and when you stare a little longer, you’re stunned to see a faint redness crawling across it.

“We’re good?” Alan asks you.

“Yeah, of course.” Pushing yourself into a sitting position with a grunt, you look back towards the kitchen. “So, are we finishing the cookies or what?”

Your friends nod. Everything continues on as it was.