#i was gonna make the tail black but it didn't show very well

[werewolfbarista]

uungngnghghh . New Trollsona (dogy flavored)

[littlechivalry]

I love the idea of our Hawkins teens going to a showing of a Rocky Horror so much so please join me in this:

Eddie's driving. He's excited, loves that he gets to 'pop their cherry.' He pulls up to Harrington house expecting to see Steve and Robin posted up outside in full Brad and Janet regalia.

Eddie of course is dressed as Eddie and of course he thought about Frank but that might be too much. Steve is cool but is he cool? Eddie hopes but he's not an idiot.

Instead of proper Midwestern church clothes he finds Robin standing out front in a raggedy black suit, her hair greased down while Vicki (and yes Eddie had had his suspicions) is next to her dressed as a maid with her own bright red hair teased out to heaven.

"Riff Raff? Magenta? I didn't expect to see you two here."

Vicki laughs but Robin gives him a look that makes a shiver run up his back.

"So where's Steve? Decided to stay home?"

The last syllable barely leaves his lips when the door opens and - - -

LEGS. Fishnet stocking LEGS. Tap pants and a bustier and a shining tail coat and a top hat and a blinding grin and LEGS.

"Columbia?"

Steve laughs and dances down the steps and he's wearing tap shoes too? Eddie may not survive this.

Robin laughs at him but Vicki pats his shoulder in commiseration.

The drive to Indy is filled with jokes and conversation and music and Eddie is paying attention to the conversation. And he is paying attention to the road. But

LEGS

They get to the theater and get their props and their seats. A few songs in Steve begs off to go to the bathroom. Does Eddie watch him go? Of course. Can he actually see him very well in the darkened theater? No. But it's the principle of the thing.

Then the music starts up for the Time Warp and Eddie is on his feet along with everyone else in the theater. There are performers on stage dancing along with the movie, a long line of tuxedo clad strangers when suddenly a figure goes flying across the stage and Eddie can hear Robin and Vicki whooping but he is frozen.

It's Steve. Tapping. It's a perfect recreation of Columbia's dance routine and when the other boy finally comes to a stop, gasping, on a chair at the corner of the stage Eddie finds his voice screaming louder than he has at any concert he's ever been to.

A few minutes later Steve makes his way back to his seat and Robin lunges past Eddie to throw herself at him. Eddie can make out that she's talking but not what she's saying.

They make it through the rest of the show and it's amazing. Eddie's second favorite moment may be when Steve and Robin wrapped their arms around him during "Eddie" wailing out fake sobs.

They sing and shout themselves hoarse. The ride home is quiet but in the best possible way. Robin and Vicki are as good as sleeping in the back of the van and Steve is leaning against the window, humming along with the radio.

"Hey," Eddie says softly. "Where did you learn to dance like that?"

Steve smiles but it's barely a shadow of his usual smile and it fades fast. "When I was little my mom still gave half a shit about being seen as a good mother so she put me in dance classes. It didn't last too long. My dad didn't like it and after a while it became more important for her to be seen as a good wife so I was taken out and put into every sport."

Eddie doesn't say anything. Can't say anything.

"I really liked it though? I can't play music and I'm not much of a singer but I really like dancing. Robin had to put up with me practicing this almost constantly for the past few weeks. I thought she was gonna kill me."

"So you learned this for tonight?"

Steve turned to face Eddie and smiles. "I learned it for you, man. Thought you would get a kick out of it."

The small ember of Eddie's crush on Steve had initially been lit years ago in high school. He had banked it carefully, couldn't bear to let it go cold but too worried about losing Steve as a friend to let it flare bright.

"You learned it for me?" Eddie's stomach feels warm

"Yeah," Steve says, smiling. "Every Eddie needs a Columbia, right?"

Steve is laughing at him and that only makes Eddie feel warmer. Steve. His crush, Steve. Steve did this for him.

"Yeah," Eddie says. "Yeah, he does."

"Thought so," Steve says, turning back to the window.

Eddie drives them back to Hawkins in a silence full of potential.

[josiesullysblog]

Rude

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~explicit content, soft dom Neteyam, sub reader, golden retriever boyfriend x black cat girlfriend

~Proofread?-no

~Summary~You hate Neteyam’s guts because you're afraid he’ll break your heart. He is a lovesick fool who refuses to give up on you.

~Note-Everything done is consensual!!!

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Neteyam was the most annoying, agitating, boy you to ever met. You didn't like him, you made that very clear to anyone who had ears. His smile was gorgeous and you just wanted to smack it off, his laugh was better than any medication Mo’at could make. He was like your shadow, constantly following you around, but one thing you couldn't deny, he was your first love.

“Good morning!” Neteyam smiled ear to ear, tail wagging, and this lovesick smile wrote all over him. You rolled your eyes, “starting so early?” he nodded. This was the game you two played, Neteyam would follow you around like a lost puppy and you’d beg him to leave you alone. He always won.

Neteyam saw past this hard shell you put on. He knew you liked him, not to have a big ego but he saw the way you looked at him. You were just afraid to admit it. This was fun to him though, “what are we doing today, pretty girl “ you scoffed, “we?”

The boy nodded, “Neteyam do you have nothing else to do?” he pretended to think, “Not really,” you sighed, “you are infuriating,” you walked ahead of him as the boy trailed right behind you. “stop acting as if my presence is the most annoying thing.” he laughed as your eyebrows twitched, he loved seeing you mad.

“I wish I was acting,” you stopped and picked up a heavy box before giving it directly to him, “might as well help if your gonna be annoying.” you had a problem with commitment. You were afraid of putting your all into a boy because what if he breaks your heart?

A boy like Neteyam had heartbreaker written all over him, you believed he only wanted you for a while then he’d get bored. You were completely wrong, no matter how many times you turned him around, he was always there.

It was like he was a puppy, waiting for his command. This pissed you off more, Neteyam tried so hard with you, even if you were a bitch, flipped him off, and completely ignored him, he still liked you. What if you did day him? There was no way you could give him the love he deserves.

As you became lost in your thoughts, Neteyam dropped the box on the floor, “[Y/n]!” he said making a goofy face. “What?” You groaned as he just giggled, “I was wondering if after dinner maybe you and I-.” You cut him off.

“Busy, next time maybe,” you said shrugging and batting your eyes. Now he knew you weren't busy, you wanted to avoid him but he wouldn't let that happen. “Are you now? I didn't know you had friends?” you gasped loudly at his words before pushing him, “I have plenty of friends, you just don't see them.”

Neteyam laughed, “Someone you know of and someone you know is two different things,” you groaned, “get away from me,” his eyes lingered on you, “what? Now your gonna say I need to take a bath?”

He shook his head, “You remind me of this thing my father showed me, a cat,” you stopped walking before hitting the back of his head, “You think i’m ugly?”

“I didn't say that!” you nodded, “you said I remind you of a cat from your father's planet! You have clearly said it to insult me!” you started walking away, hurt. Neteyam was nice this newfound attitude, was not it.

“[Y/n], listen that's not what I meant!” you kept walking quickly trying to get away, “You have helped me, there is no reason you should be following me!” As your anger became louder, Neteyam's steps started quickening.

“I meant it as a compliment, you must see these kittens they are adorable!” he tried reaching out for your hand but you suddenly tripped into a hole. “[Y/N]!” The boy immediately went in right after you.

“AHHH,” fear covered you as all you saw was black, but before you hit the floor Neteyam’s hands stabilize you, “I’ve got you,” he whispered as he felt how fast your heartbeat was going.

“We're going to be in here for a while,” Neteyam said as he looked around, pitch black beside the little light from above which was the opening of the hole, “a while? Neteyam I have to head back!” you pushed him away and began looking for a way to exit.

“There is nowhere to leave, we must wait till someone notices we are missing,” you looked at the boy as if he had two heads, “We can't do that! What if they take hours!” the boy shrugged, “I don't know,” he gave a smile before sitting down.

You looked back up, attempting to climb, “save your energy, pretty girl,” you groaned before sitting across from him. He was the last person you’d wanna be stuck with.

You both sat in silence till you had enough, “Neteyam no one will come! We will die in here if we continue to sit here!” you stood up. “This is all your fault,” you muttered as you looked around, “my fault?” Neteyam stood up looking at you. You nodded, “How is any of this my fault? You weren't looking at where you were going.”

“That's because you were chasing me!” Neteyam laughed, “I was trying to get you to listen,” you scoffed, “maybe if you hadn't insulted me, I wouldn't have been upset!”

“You're always upset, it's like you have a stick up your ass!” you hit the boy, even though it didn't seem to hurt him. “Shut up, Neteyam.” You looked up, “I think if you helped me up I’ll be able to reach that branch and climb my way out.”

You clapped at your idea, “Yes, I can! Help me Neteyam!” you turned around making the gesture for him to grab your waist. When Neteyam just stood there you turned to look at him, “What's wrong? Are you not strong enough to help me up?” The boy smiled, “I am more than capable of picking you up, I just don't want to.”

You gasped, “You want to be stuck here, till the day we die?” he shook his head, “No, we will get out of here but it's a good way to trap you.��� you backed up from the boy, “trap me?”

“Yes, you have been avoiding me,” you didn't think he’d noticed, “no, I haven't.” He nodded, “Yes, you have, and I think I know why.”

Your heart sank there was no way he knew you loved him, and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. “So, you are not letting me leave,” he smiled, “yep.”

He went to sit down but you stopped him, “I thought we were friends,” you tried getting him to let you out, “we aren't friends, [Y/n],” your eyes widen. The man followed you everywhere, always spoke to you, and would literally move the heavens and the earth for you is saying you guys aren't even friends? Yeah, your heart is a little broken.

Even if you and Neteyam didn't have a romantic relationship, you always assumed you’d both still be friends, “we aren't?” Neteyam’s heart broke hearing your voice. Your eyes bore into him as you waited for him to continue talking.

“Because I can't be friends with the woman i’m in love with,” he came closer. “What?” your heart beat quickly, “I can't keep pretending that I think of you as just my friend, [Y/n] i’m in love with you I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he grabbed your hand, “and I don't know why but you try and hide it that you love me too and I see right through it.”

He started backing you up against the wall, “When I look at you, I fall deeper and deeper in love with you. If you can look me in the eyes right now and tell me you don't like me, I’ll help you out of here and leave you alone.”

You kept your head down, your mind more focused on his hand movement. His hand sat nicely on your thigh, “I love you,” you whispered as you felt his hand go higher, “fuck, [Y/n],” his hand found your clit and began rubbing, “so wet, have you been hiding this?”

Your hands clung to his shoulders as he moved his fingers faster. “Who knew you were such a slut,” moans fell from your mouth. He quickened his pace, coming closer to your face, “You don't know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this,” he smiled as he watch you fight moans.

“Everyone told me to leave you alone but I knew,” as his pace quickened with his other hand he forced you to look at him, “but I knew you were just waiting for me, waiting till the day I’d be able to breed you.”

“Teyem,” you grabbed his hand trying to slow his pace, “Aw is it too much?” you nodded, “too bad, I enjoy the faces you are making a little too much.”

Sensitivity rang through your entire body as you felt yourself near, “i’m gonna,” Neteyam’s smile deepened as he watched you. You came hard, letting all your moans out. You tried catching your breath, but you felt Neteyam’s hand rubbing your entrance, “Neteyam,” was all you were able to get out before you felt his fingers dig right back into you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Neteyam kissed your neck. “Your gonna come again for me, huh?” you shook your head, “N-no, I can't,” he smiled, “Yes, you can!” he sped up as he fekts your walls contract.

“Can't wait to see you bounce on my dick,” your legs began to shake as you felt yourself nearing, ‘Mine, all mine.” You nodded, “Yours,” you came at the exact moment, slumping into Neteyam’s arms. “I meant what I said, [Y/n],” you looked at him, “you're mine, and later tonight I’ll be sure everyone knows that,” you just looked at him, “Now, let's get out of here,” you nodded as you followed the boy's direction.

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Miss me? I’m so sorry for being inactive, i’ve been so tired and had no time to write but thank you guys for the love! it warms my little heart to know you all love the stories i write! Next weekend it’s you part 2 will cone out! hope you guys enjoy this story! :)

[justanothersanjilover]

One Piece Modern Gym Au Wip (Part 13)

“Never told you, so how should you know?” Sanji’s voice came from his left side.

Zoro walked in the direction. Rounding a corner he saw Sanji standing in front of a big kitchen island, slightly swinging a pan over fire with one hand and seasoning the content of another at the same time. Zoro’s gaze was fixed on his face the moment he looked at him.

Sanji had pulled his hair back in a little tail, freeing his face from the always-present fringe shielding his right eye. A beautiful green iris showed, which mesmerized Zoro tremendously.

“Cat got your tongue, Marimo?” Sanji asked still watching the food in front of him.

“Green,” came Zoro’s very intelligent answer.

“What?”

“Your eye…it’s green.”

“Oh…uh…yeah, it,” now Sanji looked up - a little unsure of what to expect from Zoro. “It’s called heterochromia. I…”

“It’s beautiful!” Zoro blurred out and finally came over to stand beside Sanji. “Why do you hide it?”

Too late, he realized his action and took a step back. Beautiful? It was! But why did he say that to Sanji?! And in such a outbreak of emotions…

“Sorry…”

“No, it's fine. Actually, it’s rather nice that someone is thinking like that about my most hated trait.”

“Why would you hate it?”

Sanji smiled sadly for a moment. But then he shook his head slightly.

“Maybe I tell you later.”

“Okay…”

Zoro scratched his neck and looked around the open kitchen. He spotted what looked like some mushrooms, fresh herbs and other ingredients sitting beside Sanji. In the pan he had two juicy-looking pieces of beef and in a pot was rice cooking slowly.

“What do you gonna make us?” Zoro wanted to know.

“On nothing too special. Just sukiyaki with beef.”

“It smells incredible!”

Sanji smiled at him, and Zoro felt his heartbeat fasten as if it wanted to break through his ribcage.

“So…Can I help you?”

“No need. Just sit down. Beer’s in the fridge if you want some.”

Zoro nodded, grabbed a bottle form the fridge and sat down on one of the bar chairs behind the kitchen - so he could watch Sanji cook. It was really fascinating! The precise movements of Sanji cutting the food and tossing it in the pans. The fact that he could do two tasks at once - if it doesn't involve cutting something. The way he held the knives, how natural it looked. And maybe Zoro was a little freak because this - Sanji handling his kitchen knives so well - turned him on a little.

“I really would like to see you fight with those,” Zoro mumbled as Sanji twirled a long knife in his hand to change the grip on it.

The knife almost fell out of the cook's hand by those words. He looked up and met Zoro’s gaze with a bit of shock.

“I wouldn't…” He swallowed drily. “I don't fight with either knives or my hands.”

Zoro, seeing that he made a mistake tried to save the conversation and the evening. He could imagine how fast this could go south and he really wanted to enjoy Sanji’s company.

“Sorry…I…I train and work at a Dojo; have been my whole life. You could say I’m a little sword and knife crazy,” he chuckled and rubbed the back of his head - Sanji’s frown turned into a neutral expression, but his lips twitched into the smallest of smiles. “ When I see someone working with knives so skilled like you do it. I can't stop but wonder how you’d handle a sword.”

“I don't know anything about swords, Zoro. I can't even fight with knives…”

Something tells me that’s a lie, Zoro thought but didn't say it.

He nursed his bottle of beer until the silence got a little uncomfortable. He glanced around as if a topic for a conversation would fall from the ceiling…he didn't think it would actually happen when he saw a black spot falling on the countertop between him and Sanji.

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First Part

[w2beastars]

Beast Complex: The Deer and the Wolf

(Warning: This is a VERY self-indulgent fanfic, read at own risk)

He was a red deer at the beginning of his fifties. He had a slim build and fair face that made him look younger than he actually was. The square-framed pince-nez glasses he was wearing helped making him look like an animal of a certain age. He was dressed in a black suit, appropriate due to the funeral he had to host only four days ago.

The CEO of the Horns conglomerate tapped the table with a finger while feeling anxious. Louis was unsure if accepting the offer of a cup of coffee to catch up with her was such a good idea. They hadn't seen each other in years, and they didn't part on good terms. Or at least, not exactly good, but perhaps not bad either. But he had been so surprised to see her attend the cremating ceremony, he had probably not been thinking straight.

Louis took a glance around the coffee shop. Several animals had gathered here to chat. He saw a orange cat with a cell phone of a sort similar to the kind Louis had used when he was a teenager. Louis was glad that phones had made a comeback, he had never been thrilled about the lenses you could put into your eyes, it felt... wrong and intrusive. But perhaps new technology always felt threatening when you had reach a certain age.

Louis then spotted an empty table with a half-filled tea cup and an empty glass. There was a straw in the glass, the end of it had been chewed on.

It made the deer recall something. Something that made him blush.

"Louis."

Louis blinked and turned his attention toward a grey wolf with brown fur. She was dressed in a dark-blue blazer that was open, revealing a white shirt. Her fur was curly. She seemed like she was out of breath, as if she had been running, but she wore high heels.

Louis smiled, more out of a sense of being polite than actually being happy to see her. "Juno, it's good to see you again."

"I'm very sorry, there was a small crisis at the studio. One of the models had accused the tiger who took the photos of looking at her funny. I swear, bunny models are gonna be the death of me..." Juno took a seat at the other end of Louis' table. "Iced strawberry latte, please." She said to the hyena who worked as waiter in the café.

"I would like another coffee." Louis said. He looked at Juno. "So... you seem to be in good health."

"I am."

"Time sure flies by."

"Sure does."

"I should have tried to stay in touch-"

"We have both been busy." Juno said this despite knowing that was not the reason they hadn't talked in years.

There was an awkward pause. Neither the wolf or the deer knew what to say. But after they got their drinks, Juno decided to take the initiative. She recalled that she usually had to when it came to matters with Louis.

"I was not sure if showing up to the funeral was a good idea or not. The article said only family and close friends were invited-"

"I would say you belong in the second category."

Juno raised an eyebrow. "Do I?"

Louis shrugged. "As far as I'm concerned." He sighed and smiled awkwardly. "I appreciate that you came."

Juno took a big sip of her latte. "Your daughter sure didn't. She was rude."

"Only because she thought you were a nosey stranger. I'm surprised Marie didn't recognize you. She wears one of your dresses for parties."

Juno smirked. "Then your daughter has good taste."

Louis rolled his eyes and made a small laugh. "Well, aren't you modest..."

Juno did her best not to wag her tail, it was not proper for a wolf her age to do so in public. Then, she looked serious. "I'm very sorry. Well, for what happened to her. To Azuki."

Louis' face changed into a grave expression. "Well... that makes two of us." Louis sighed before placing his cup against his lips.

Juno emptied her cup. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if what she was about to ask was too intrusive. But she had to know. "Did you... love your wife?"

Louis blinked. He coughed, almost spitting out the coffee. He had forgotten how direct this wolf could be. Juno looked at Louis, waiting for an answer. Louis decided to clean his classes to win some time.

"Well..." Louis cleared his throat. "I should just answer yes, that would be the appropriate response, but... it's not that simple. Azuki was very frank, she told me our marriage was about what was best for the Horns Conglomerate. We had a daughter, but that does not necessarily make a couple closer. But we grew to care a great deal for each other. Calling it friendship is not a fitting description, she was not my friend, she was... my companion." Louis smiled. "She knew me so well, she understood me. And now that she is gone... it is as if I lost a small part of myself." Louis sighed, then noticed he was shedding a tear.

He looked at Juno. The wolf started crying as well. And what she said... took him completely by surprise.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Juno yelled, exposing all of her fangs while slamming a fist against the table.

Louis almost lept from his chair. He pushed his classes closer to his eyes as he looked confused. "Excuse me?"

Juno growled, not giving a damn about tact in public space. "Our last night together, when I left that train... the one thing that made me keep calm, the one thing that stopped me from bawling my eyes out and yell at you and kick you in the groin... was knowing you would never be happy with that bimbo!"

Louis was baffled. Then angry. "Hey, that's my wife you are talking abo-"

"I could handle you not being mine because I could comfort myself with you being unsatisfied and unhappy with that pipsqueak! And now you are telling me that you actually miss her?!"

"I... I'm sorry, are you saying that I have hurt your feelings by caring for a female I was married to for thirty years?!"

"Yes, dammit!" Juno stood up and glared at the middle-aged deer. "You owe me me to at least having been a tiny bit miserable with her!"

Louis felt as if he was about to explode as he stood up as well. "You selfish... you childish... you self-centered... you egotistical..." He dropped his glasses as he yelled at the female wolf. "YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED AT ALL, HAVE YOU?!"

For a moment they just glared at each other. The other animals at the coffee-house had stopped talking and eating and instead looked at the heated argument that had started in the middle of the room. The orange cat picked up their phone, wondering if calling the police was necessary

And then, Juno started to giggle, covering her mouth.

Louis narrowed his eyes. "What? What's so funny?"

Juno snorted. "You still look like a little kid when you get all worked up!"

Louis heart was pounding. He was utterly confused. He blushed.

And then he grabbed Juno by the collar of her blazer and kissed her. The wolf was startled, but then hugged the deer and returned the kiss.

Everyone in the coffee-shop looked completely petrified except for the cat who filmed the dramatic scene with their phone.

Then... Louis regained his sanity. He pushed Juno away, resulting in her tripping because of her high heels. "WHAT ON EARTH AM I DOING!? I JUST BURRIED MY WIFE LESS THAN A WEEK AGO! YOU DAMN WOLVES, YOU MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND!" And then he stormed out of the room.

Juno giggled as she sat on the floor. "Wow..."

[multi-lefaiye]

It's your turn on the STS 🫵🏿 what kinda clothes would Eden wear in the modern day? And his family members for that matter

answering this well over a week late bc the concept of time is nothing to me.

ANYWAY thank you for this ask!!! this is what made me realize that i haven't actually put a lot of thought into what eden's family members wear, either in canon or in a more modern au. and i've drawn modern/human eden before, but i didn't really do anything special for him and just kinda put him in his usual outfit with a few tweaks.

so i'm gonna take this as an opportunity to briefly describe how eden and his family members prefer to dress, and share some images to show how that would translate to a modern au.

gonna go under the cut in case this gets long!

eden:

tends to dress nicely and professionally, but also in clothes that don't restrict his movement too much. in canon, his clothes are modified to accommodate his more infernal features, such as his tail and horns.

gravitates towards specific color schemes. he likes wearing a lot of red and black, with gold or white accents. yes, he knows he's edgy. this is on purpose.

also likes to dress a little cunty. big fan of knee-high boots and long coats.

i've drawn him in the past mainly with western style belts with buckles, but i think he'd like some kind of rope or tie belt.

hypothetical modern eden style vibes:

he'd also still accessorize with a pair of gloves and a necklace with his mother's wedding ring. and also i think modern eden uses glasses, a pair of forearm crutches, and a cane as needed.

michael:

especially as an adult, michael is a very active and outdoorsy type. he's not the type to sit in place and let the world pass him by--he wants to be out in it, living and breathing fresh air and working with his hands. i think, in a modern au, he'd really gravitate towards outdoorsy gear, maybe athleisure type shit.

lots of loose, comfortable clothing when he's just going about his day casually, nice sneakers and running shoes, and then when he's actually out in nature more heavy-duty hiking gear.

unlike eden, michael doesn't gravitate towards any one color scheme, nor is he trying to look cunty. he takes pride in his appearance, sure, and wants to look nice, but the vibes are different.

that being said, i think he'd wear a lot of greys and neutral tones. he likes bright colors, but he doesn't have a lot of confidence in wearing them. at most, i can see him rocking some camouflage patterned shit.

anyway, modern michael style vibes, from the kind of athleisure i think he'd like to more actual outdoorsy clothing:

in terms of accessories, michael wears a lot of hats, and he has a watch from his father he wears rather often.

hannah:

i have drawn hannah exactly once, and that design is very outdated, but the outfit i drew her in then is still pretty close to how i still imagine she dresses: lots of colors, with occasional frills and lace. she's a big fan of patterns, especially floral ones, all of which translates to a modern au well enough, i think.

hannah is not an enjoyer of dark, neutral colors.

i'm a bit torn on whether or not she'd prefer skirts or pants, so y'know what! both! both is good. when dressing up to go somewhere, hannah prefers dresses, and she has a specific off-the-shoulder purple dress with lace trim that she's very fond of. on a daily basis, though, especially once she has kids, she tends more towards high-waisted pants and blouses.

eden gets a lot of his cunty fashion sense from her--while i don't think she's one for knee-high boots or flowing overcoats, she's got multiple pairs of killer heels.

she also would rather frequently wear headwraps, headbands, and scarves, and once again prefers bright colors and patterns. what can i say! she's a woman who loves to dress brightly, if that makes sense.

hannah general style vibes:

(the first one is off because i do not think hannah would wear black, but that's the style of blouse she'd like. and bonus points for her looking a lot like i imagine modern/human hannah, just with lighter skin than hannah actually has.)

abdiel:

in all universes, abdiel is a suit enjoyer. he dresses in a lot of formal, dark clothing, and even when in a more casual setting that's what he prefers. the day he goes without at LEAST a dress shirt is the day he dies.

honestly, i don't think abdiel's fashion would be particularly interesting most of the time. but he would wear some damn nice suits. this applies to both canon and any modern au. he can get a little cunty with it, i'll allow it.

like eden, abdiel tends to wear certain color schemes, but he's nowhere near as specific as eden is, lmao. but abdiel is a big enjoyer of blue and purple.

not much for accessorizing, but he has a small collection of floral ties that he wears on rare occasions, all gifts from hannah to try and add a bit of color to his wardrobe.

like i said, though, he doesn't wear them much. they're gifts from hannah, and so he loves them, but they don't usually match his suits that well.

modern abdiel style vibes:

he definitely would wear those sock garter things

[liloskull343]

Trust

Sequel to: Stargazing

Next:

Evan walked through the forest, he sighed as he made sure his bag was fully closed. The last thing he needed was anything falling out, he walked further up the path. ‘’Okay maybe I should get a map next time..’’ the deer witch muttered as he kept walking, however he soon stopped as he spotted The Owl House. He quickly pulled his hood down before going to the door, he noticed Hooty was stretched out. The boy wondered if he should be thankful or not that the demon worm wasn't here to give a welcome greeting.

He honestly debated going through the back door, he really didn't want to deal with Hooty. Soon Evan found himself walking to the backdoor kitchen area, although once he found himself passing the window, he could spot Willow and Gus, as well as Hooty…Well, he supposed he was gonna bump into the demon worm sooner or later. He could also spot two pailsmans through the window.

The one near Willow was a golden yellow color, having pale yellow fur around their neck. Along with a wide brown stripe along their abdomen, they even had translucent blue wings, black eyes with yellow sclera, a gray-beak like nose and a pale-yellow stinger. The one next to Gus was a blue color with small golden horns and two ridges on their head, however they had a ridge in the center of their head that looked split. light blue eyes with dark pale yellow irises, a light green stripe under their belly that looked like it extended to their tail.

Honestly they looked adorable, perhaps Evan could ask Willow and Gus about them, like their names and what they were like. Although Evan's thoughts were halted as he heard Gus and Hooty’s voices.

‘’Hooty, we're not gonna make Luz listen to 24 hours of whale noises. What even is a whale? It looks terrifying!’’

‘’Well, I never heard of underground Korean hip-hop before.’’

‘’It’s human music and it's soothing-’’

Evan opened the door, causing both Hooty and Gus to turn their head towards him. Evan's ears went down, ‘’Oh uh, am I interrupting?’’ Evan asked, tilting his head at them. Gus shook his head, ‘’Actually, you came at the perfect time.’’ Evan blinked, now giving an even more confused look. ‘’I did…?’’

‘’Ya, me and Hooty can't decide what could help Luz feel better with her common mold.’’ Hooty huffed, ‘’All I'm saying is whale sounds are VERY comforting.’’ Gus rolled his eyes, ‘’and as I SAID BEFORE whales look terrifying and probably sound terrifying.’’ Evan rubbed the back of his neck, ‘’Well, can't say I really know since I never heard any of them.’’

Finally a frustrated sigh was heard from Willow as she turned to the three. ‘’guys, can we please not stress Evan out over something so small? Besides I have a much better suggestion.’’

The three stood in silence staring at Willow, now curiosity written on their faces, waiting for Willow to speak. Finally Willow spoke, ‘’What if we play them at the same time?’’ she asked, causing both Gus and Hooty to turn to each other with glee, smiles showing on their faces as a loud ‘’oooo!’’ was heard. Evan meanwhile raised an eyebrow, ‘’Are we sure that's a good idea?’’ Willow shrugged, ‘’I don't see the harm in it, after all it could make some really good music.’’ Gus nodded, ‘’Ya come on Evan, it could be fun.’’

Evan shrugged, ‘’I mean…sure why not?’’ He smiled softly before finding a seat and sitting down, before placing his bag on the table. Gus stared at the bag curious, ‘’What’s in the bag?’’ the younger witch asked, pointing at the light lavender bag that Evan had brought with him. Evan gently pat the bag as he spoke, ‘’Well, stuff that helps with common mold, heard that it can make you dizzy and all, so I picked up a few plants here and there for some medicine.’’

As Willow made her way over to the three, she looked at Evan with a puzzled expression before sitting down. ‘’How did you already know about Luz’s common mold before you got here?’’

‘’Oh, the plants told me.’’

An awkward silence filled the room as Hooty, Gus and Willow stared at Evan, as if he had grown a second head. Finally Gus spoke, ‘’You….can talk to plants?’’ he asked as Evan blinked. ‘’Do….Do witches with plant magic not talk to plants?’’ he asked, his ears down now, Willow shook her head in response. ‘’not necessary.’’ Evan looked down at the table, now already feeling embarrassed. ‘Titan I sound like a crazy person..’ the deer witch thought to himself, before feeling a hand on his arm, causing him to look up and spot Gus, who was putting a comforting hand on Evan's arm. ‘’Hey we didn't mean to sound judgemental, we're just surprised that's all.’’ Gus gave a reassuring smile,

‘’I never heard of any witches being able to talk to plants before!’’ Hooty tilted his head, ‘’Although THIS makes me wonder,’’ Hooty felt himself get closer to Evan. Having his forehead touching Evan’s as he stared into his eyes. ‘’Are you a demon or witch?’’ Evan blinked, ‘’uhhh…I'm pretty sure I'm a witch?.......’’

Hooty squinted his eyes, before pulling back and smiling. ‘’Well, whatever you are, you're an interesting witch or demon to say the least!’’ Evan gave a nervous chuckle. ‘’Hahaha….’’ Willow thought for a moment, ‘’Well I apologize if we upset you.’’ Evan shook his head, ‘’oh no, it's fine, I'm not upset or anything it's probably understandable you be surprised! I guess I should've mentioned it when we met.’’ he chuckled, before turning his eyes to the cassette player. ‘’so about the music mixing…’’ Willow gently picked up the two CDs, before placing them both inside the cassette player. She pulled out some headphones. The group placed the headphones on their head, except Evan who seemed to be having trouble with even placing them on his ears.

‘’you need a bit of help there…?’’ Evan shook his head, ‘’No, I got it Willow, if I can just…’’ Evan gently bent the headphones back, just enough to reach his ears. It looked rather awkward to say the least, he definitely had to at least hold them to make sure they didn't fall off. ‘’Okay! Got it.’’ Evan smiled, rather proud he managed to slide the headphones on. Gus pressed play on the cassette player, the sounds of what Evan could assume were whale noises and the underground Korean hip-hop song began to play. Evan almost felt his ears ring from the sound, it…it was a sound alright, Gus, Hooty and Willow meanwhile were seemingly enjoying the sounds being mixed together.

After 20 minutes Gus hit stopped, grinning ever so slightly. ‘’that was definitely interesting alright.’’ Hooty nodded, ‘’Ya! I wonder what other sounds we could mix together!’’ Evan gently slid off the headphones, ‘’Well I should probably check on Luz.’’ Evan got up, putting the bag around him again. ‘’You guys continue to mix some of those while I'm upstairs.’’ Evan walked to one of the cabinets before grabbing a bowl and spoon. ‘’Alright Evan, please be careful not to get common mold.’’ Willow warned, giving the deer witch a concern look, Evan just gave a small smile. ‘’I’ll be fine, not like I've dealt with sickness before.’’

Evan walked up the stairs, the floorboards quietly creaking as he did, his footsteps were quiet. As Evan kept walking he once again felt his mind wonder again. He hadn't been here for a bit, being busy with other things, but he wondered just how much he missed. Soon Evan found himself in front of the door of the guest room, he opened the door as he did he spotted Luz with an echo mouse on her chest, muttering in a little singing voice. ‘’Little mouse, Owl House, frilly blouse.’’ She was gently playing with the small creature’s ears. Evan walked over, ‘’heyy Luz, how are you feeling buddy?’’ He asked, taking a seat next to Luz, who looked at him. ‘’Hey Evan..when did youuu get here?’’ she asked, with a goofy small smile on her face. ‘’About a few minutes ago actually? I heard you had the common mold so I brought a few plants.’’

Evan sat his bag down, before opening it, taking a couple of plants out as well as a jar filled with pinkish liquid. ‘’You make medicine?’’ She asked, staring at him curious. ‘’Sorta…’’ Evan gently took some of the pinkish liquid, placing it in a bowl before grabbing and crushing up some plants. Stirring the liquid together, ‘’When I was smaller, I studied a few plants here and there, my dad-...’’ Evan suddenly became ever so quiet, before he continued to stir the pinkish liquid and plant in the bowl to a cyan greenish color. Luz stared at Evan, worry on her face clearly evident. ‘’Evan did something happen to your-’’

Evan shook his head, ‘’No, he's fine.’’ Evan took a deep breath. ‘’everything is fine, both of my parents are fine.’’ Evan looked away before handing the bowl to Luz. ‘’Look I…I didn't mean to sound rude…just been stressed is all..’’ Luz gave a soft frown, looking at him. ‘’Evan, if you need someone to talk to me and Eda are here-’’

‘’I said I'm fine.’’ Evan snapped, gently putting his bag back on, ears down. ‘’Look just….take your medicine okay?’’ Evan walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Once the door was closed Evan found himself staring at the ground, before facepalming. He knew Luz was just worried, so why did he snap? Why did he push her away? ‘’I’m so stupid…’’ He muttered, slowly he walked to the wall in front of him before gently hitting his head on the wall. ‘’Stupid, stupid…’’ he softly sighs.

‘You know you can't just push them away..’’ the deer witch thought to himself, ‘you’re gonna have to open up to them about what eventually happened…’

Silence, all there was, was silence. Nothing but Evan's thoughts, he felt pathetic, he hated standing there, head leaning on the wall. He wondered why he couldn't just tell them, why exactly was it so hard for him to just-

Evan covered his ears, taking a few breaths. His heart was thumping out of his chest, it felt like his lungs were closing. Why did it feel so hard to breathe? His entire body felt like it was shaking. He could hear THEM screaming.

The horrible screaming, ‘’shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutup.’’

Evan begged, slowly feeling as if he was folding like a stack of cards, his knees met the ground, before his elbows followed soon after. ‘’Please, please, make it stop.’’ he felt himself gripping his ears as he curled up, seemingly in a ball. His breathing felt out of control, it felt like he was drowning, trying to get oxygen that refused to come to his lungs.

He hated it, he wanted it all to stop, he tried to take small breaths, trying to desperately keep his breathing under control. Evan felt his eyes dart around the room, spotting a few items and naming them. Slowly he felt his breathing come to a slow, as he started taking smaller breaths, his heartrate calming down, his lungs relaxing.

Everything was fine, he was fine, everything was okay. Evan looked at the door to where Luz was, he definitely should apologize for how he acted. He walked over to the door, opening only to be greeted by glass cracking, causing Evan to immediately swing the door open, seeing the knocked over broken crystal ball. ‘’Dang it!’’ was heard from Luz as she tried getting up, ‘’Luz?! Titan what happened? Why are you trying to get up?’’ Evan immediately went over to her, before gently placing her back on the mattress. ‘’Need to warn Eda, Amity and King!’’ Luz yelled, Evan's ears went up. ‘’Whoa slow down, just take a few deep breaths and tell me what happened.’’

Luz took a couple of small breaths, trying to find her wording as she did. ‘’Eda, Amity and King went to get some Titan Blood at Eclipse Lake! A-and they might discover Fool’s Blood and get killed!’’ Luz managed to explain as Evan's ears went up. ‘’Titan’s Blood?? Why do you need it for a key?’’ Evan asked, now even more confused with what was happening. ‘’I’ll explain later, I just need to get up and warm them!’’ Luz was about to attempt to get up again before Evan managed to stop her by putting both his hands on her shoulders and laying her back down. ‘’Luz, you can not go in your state!’’ Evan objected, ears down, worry clearly on his face. ‘’Look, how about I go and tell them okay? I don't want you getting anymore sick then you already are okay?’’ Luz looks down, before sighing. ‘’Alright, hold on let me just-’’ Luz grabbed a piece of paper before scribbling down something and handing it to Evan. He looked at it, gently taking it before placing it in his bag, ‘’Thanks,’’ Evan stood up before stopping and looking back. ‘’Hey Luz, I'm…sorry about earlier..’’ and with that Evan left the room.

As soon as Luz was left alone, she managed to spot her little game device, an idea popping in her head before she snatched it. She started typing on it, sending a few messages to Amity’s game device, mainly Incase Evan did get lost. She really hoped Amity and the others were okay.

…….

Okay, maybe Evan couldn't understand the map, he stared at it, trying to figure out which path he was actually taking, he began to wonder if he had accidentally gotten lost by accident. He kept walking, making sure to avoid any coven scouts that were probably portalling the forest. Thankfully, none seemed to actually be patrolling.

‘’Okay on Evan, this is the least you can do to make up with how you snapped at Luz, dang it!’’ He scolded himself. He looked up at the sky, noticing how dark it had gotten. How long had he been walking for? Hours? Ya it definitely was hours, Almost immediately concern filled Evan as he started to let his imagination take over at what kind of danger the others could be in.

As he let his mind just wander off, he didn't pay attention to where he was going before immediately bumping into someone, Evan yelped looking up as he did. ‘’huh?’’ he spotted,..... Eda? She definitely looked different alright, she had long dark gray hair, even having tufts of hair coming out of her elongated ears. She turned to Evan, her wings gently flapping, her black sclera yellow eyes staring at him.

He raised a hand up, opening his mouth as he tried to process what he was exactly seeing. ‘’Are…..are you a harpy?’’ he asked, Eda picked up a vole before swallowing it, and nodding. As she spoke her voice sounded off, as if she had multiple voices speaking at once. ‘’oh right you weren't here for that were you?’’ She said with a chuckle, as she gave a grin. Evan shook his head, ‘’Big Ears, What are you doing out here?’’ King asked waddling up to Evan, Evan gave a soft sigh, ‘’Well I actually came to warn you about…Fool’s Blood? Ya I'm still kinda lost here and I need someone to explain to me what's happening.’’ Evan fixed his glasses, as he softly sighs. Gently rubbing the back of his head, still trying to process everything. He then heard another voice one he didn't recognize, ‘’Wait you know Luz?’’ Evan looked over, spotting a thin witch with pale skin, bright golden eyes. Her hair was shorten above her shoulders, lavender in color with brown on the undercuts at her temples.

Realization suddenly hit Evan ‘’Hey wait a minute, you're the youngest Blight, and ya I know Luz, we been friends for a bit.’’ Amity raised a eyebrow at him, ‘’You heard of my family?’’ Evan nodded, ‘’I mean your families abomination invention ads are everywhere.’’ King then spoke up, ‘’as for what happened, Eda had a whole owl beast thing and made peace with it and now we got well, that.’’ King pointed to Eda who had managed to grab another vole before snacking on it, causing Evan to shudder ever so slightly. ‘’So you're not aware about Luz being stuck here?’’ Amity asked, as Evan shook his head. ‘’No, of course not. I don't think she ever told me.’’

‘’Well, she needs Titan Blood to make a portal to get back home.’’ Amity explained, Evan gave a surprise look, before holding the front of his head, ‘’Titan, I've missed a lot huh?’’ he sighed, before looking at the ground, ears down. ‘’So where's the key?’’ Amity gave a soft sigh, ‘’Well, we HAD the key, but the Golden Guard-’’

Evan’s ears went immediately up, his full attention on Amity as soon as she said those words. ‘’The Golden Guard? What did he do?’’ Amity’s eyes widen in slight surprise, ‘’You also KNOW the Golden Guard too?’’ Evan rubbed the back of his neck before looking away, ‘’It’s complicated but sorta?’’

Amity gave a frown, ‘’You shouldn't be around him, he's dangerous.’’ she warned, as Evan's brows furrowed a small bit. He shook his head, ‘’But he hasn't done anything harmful from what I know of, surely there must've to have been a misunderstanding right?’’

Finally Eda spoke up, ‘’Evan, the kid's right from what I was told, he started attacking Amtiy and King, trying to get the key. And well, threatening Luz’’ Evan’s eyes immediately widened, ‘’He what?! But he, I-’’ Eda placed a hand on his shoulder, ‘’Kid, there is a likely chance he is manipulating you, you have to be careful around people like The Golden Guard.’’ Evan looked down, ‘’I…I understand Eda..’’

Eda then flew up, gently picking up King and Amity as she did ‘’Come on, we should head back.’’ she held out her hand for Evan, who gently took it without a second thought.

Thoughts ran through Evan's mind as Eda flew to The Owl House, had Hunter truly been manipulating him? Had Hunter been lying to him? Surely Evan would've realized when he was being manipulated, right? However as Evan continued to go deeper into his thoughts, he noticed they landed right in front of The Owl House. Eda gently sat them down, Amity opened the door before entering as the rest followed, well except for Eda who proceeded to get stuck in the doorframe, ‘’Gah, shoot!’’ she muttered, ‘’Kiddos a little help?’’ she asked, trying to push herself through the door. Amity looked over at King and Evan, ‘’okay I'll grab her arm, you grab her hair and other arm.’’ Both King and Evan nodded, before the three started trying to get Eda unstuck.

That's when Luz, Gus, Willow, and Hooty seemed to appear, seemingly hearing Eda trying to get in the house. Honestly Evan lost track of what everyone had been saying, his mind still jumbled with thoughts from earlier. Although Evan snapped out of it when hearing Gus, ‘’Evan where did you head off to? You've been gone for like hours! We were worried dude!’’ Evan's ears went down, as a nervous chuckle escaped him. ‘’Uhh…a emergency came up?’’ However he yelped as him, King, and Amity fell back as Eda managed to pull herself inside. Luz immediately ran over, hugging Amity, ‘’Amity! I'm so glad my awesome girlfriend is okay!’’ Amity felt her face reddening as she hugged Luz back and smiled. ‘’Me too!’’

Evan raised an eyebrow, looking over at Willow and Gus as they nodded, before Evan looked back. ‘’Ya I really need to start catching up with things here…’’ Evan mutters, Gus just gently pat his head, ‘’Don’t be so hard on yourself.’’

King made an annoyed grumble, walking over to Luz and Amity, stomping his foot. ‘’No King hug?!’’ He huffed pointing at Amity with a glare, ‘’You are swindler and a thief!’’ Luz noticing this, felt her mouth become a grin before getting up and scooping up King. ‘’Come here, buddy!’’

King yelped immediately squirming as he did, ‘’I regret this!’’

Evan watched the scene as he chuckled, before his left ear flickered looking over at Amity and Eda, who seemingly were muttering to each other. Evan couldn't make out much what they were saying, but something about how they might be okay.

Evan truly hope so.

[sonorousabyss]

Sup! I was wondering if I could request a Star Wars matchup :]

Alrighty so, I’m a 5’5 Biromantic (masc leaning) asexual guy. I have medium long black and purple hair with raccoon tails. I’m really into punk and metal culture, and I love picking up scrap and making it into clothes and accessories. I’m also autistic and I have adhd, so I differ a lot between how social and talkative I am. I play guitar, play board games, sew and draw in my spare time

Have a good day 🫶

A/N: Sorry this took so long Anon, I just couldn't decide how I wanted to do the banner for this one! I hope that this is to your tastes!

I am thoroughly convinced that you both would get along disturbingly well.

Your style and your unique hobbies are certainly what drew him to you. It isn't often that you encounter someone with long black and purple hair- let alone with that and raccoon tails. And turning scrap into accessories? Well, that was just icing on the cake.

Don't get me wrong- Anakin has been around the likes of Padme during her queen and senator days, so he's no stranger to unique and unorthodox hairdos, but the color and length certainly intrigued him, forgoing the style.

Given how frequently he's out in the field? Unless you went out on missions with him regularly, your initial interactions with him would have been once every blue moon or so. Of course, this meant that there were some occasions where he attempted to hang with you on your less social days- something I don't imagine going too well.

The differences in how social you were may have bewildered him at first, but it's more than likely if you didn't tell him about your social battery? Kenobi, Ahsoka, or Rex would have caught on to some degree and let him know that it probably wasn't because he'd done something wrong.

Even though it's known to be against regulations to nab keepsakes from the battlefield (or at the very least it is for clones), I get the feeling he's made a habit of grabbing you scrap metal from the battlefield on missions where he's had time.

More often than not this metal consists of severed droid parts that almost certainly have lightsaber cuts and blaster residue all over them, but hey- it's the thought that counts right?

He'd keep his eye out the following days, weeks, etc. after giving you one of his unique "gifts" to see if he could spot something you may have crafted it into.

He and the 501st make a game of guessing what you might turn his scrap into, and they absolutely keep score of who's gotten it right the most times.

As you got closer and your relationship developed further he 100% would step up his game in the scrap department. And by that I mean he somehow finds stranger and stranger shit to bring back for you.

A motivator, the head of a B1, droid fingers, paneling from destroyed droid carriers- hell, even random pieces of downed starships. His goal is to make sure you never know what he's gonna bring back next, if only so he can see the delighted (or perplexed) look you'll end up giving him as a result.

Of course, if you needed something specific and let him know about it, he'd see to it that he gets it if possible.

It's also a game between his padawan, himself, and the clones to see who can get the desired part first. Because what's a good battle without some friendly competition amirite?

On quiet days while you don't feel like talking so much, he'll hang out with you and listen to your favorite music with you. Furthermore, if you want to show him any drawings or clothes you've made, or even play him a song on your guitar he's absolutely game. Most of the time neither of you will even have to talk, just bask in each other's presence.

On days where you feel more like listening than talking, he'll tell elaborate tales of his self-proclaimed "best moments" on the battlefield and catch you up on what he's been doing while you've been separated. He's also got a stash of amusing tales at Obi-wan, Ahsoka, and the 501st's expense to cheer you up whenever you're feeling down.

Somehow he always finds a way to boost his own ego in the process, but something tells me that you're more than enough to keep Anakin balanced in that regard.

If you make him something you bet he's bragging to his padawan and his men that his significant other made a gift specifically for him and no one else.

Anakin is 100% guilty of messing up your hair or lifting things just out of reach to tease you as you are shorter than him, but he's made up for it in some regards by fetching things for you as well. Namely stuff way too high for you to get without putting yourself in a precarious position.

Talk to him about anything you're interested in and he's over the moon- even if he doesn't quite understand it. You trust him enough to share it with him and that makes it all the more precious.

Anything too out of pocket and you might catch him and Kenobi having a hushed conversation just out of earshot where he's checking with his master to see if he at least knows what you're talking about.

If you call him out on this he'll deny it, and if you catch him in the act he'll try to play it off... and fail spectacularly. Meanwhile, Obi-wan is watching him trip over himself in amusement as he tries to find a half-truth you'll buy to spare him the embarrassment.

He sticks to holovids after that. Can't trust his jedi master as far as he can throw him, apparently.

Ahsoka teases him relentlessly over this.

Anakin doesn't really seem the type to get bent out of shape over anyone being asexual, adhd, or autistic. He's a really chill guy, and to be honest he just takes it all in stride and embraces it as much as physically possible. You're his boyfriend after all, why wouldn't he?

Learns about any and/or all of the above to figure out how to better support you and makes sure your boundaries are laid out and respected.

If you want a funny sight to commit to memory? Have him help you with your hair maintenance. He'd somehow find a way to make dying, bleaching, trimming it, etc. absolutely hilarious. Just him in the bathroom with you on a chair in front of a mirror, desperately trying to figure out what toner is, why certain hair products can and cannot be used shortly after dying, etc. It's fucking brilliant.

He's absolutely tried to con you into dying at least a strand of your hair blue to match him and his squad at least once.

....Okay. More than once. But can you blame him? That'd be bloody adorable.

Just don't dye it orange in response to mess with him, he might cry.

AN: Ah yes, the image of Anakin fumbling with hair dye will forever be ingrained in my brain. For those who got this far, I hope you enjoyed! May the force be with you, and may your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep! For those who are new here, I take requests. You can find my rules here.

[hellaversity]

The New Job

"You are an idiot! How can you be a skilled assassin with such a high body count and still be so incompetent at your job? You're fired!" Crimson yelled so loudly with resentment in his voice. Striker just grunted at him with anger. "It isn't my fault those imps have privelege, Blitzo with his blueblood cum dumpster, Fizzarolli with his goody-two-shoes celebrity status and literal sin of a boyfriend. They have it easy compared to me," Striker said, trying to make excuses for his failure.

"Don't care, Indiana. Just fuck off and never step in my house. You're not getting paid for this," Crimson sneered while sitting down in his mafia throne and sipping a cup of coffee. "Al!" He called out to Alessio, his top bodyguard and right-hand man. Alessio grabbed Striker by the tail, picking him up and carrying him to the front door and throwing him outside of the mafia mansion, locking the door.

Striker was so pissed off and ashamed of himself that he felt like screaming at the top of his lungs about how much Crimson sucks. Yet for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He just ran away from the mansion as far as possible, even passing his trusty horse Bombproof without noticing. Bombproof noticed his owner and ran towards him, wondering what was wrong. "Don't worry about me, Bombproof," Striker said as he mounted his horse and took off.

10 minutes later.....

Striker arrived at the Goetia palace to deliver the bad news to his boss, Stella. He knew that crazy bird lady wasn't gonna take it well. "Well, here goes nothing," he whispered before kicking the door open. Unexpectedly, Stella was standing right in front of him and the door slammed into her face. It made Striker chuckle, but soon enough realized that wasn't a good idea.

"STRIKER!!! YOU NOT ONLY FAIL TWICE TO KILL THAT PUSSY TWINK OF AN OWL, BUT NOW YOU SHOW UP AT MY HOUSE UNINVITED AND SLAM THE DOOR IN MY FACE?!?!" His boss shouted at him, so loudly that it almost woke up the whole palace. "Ma'am, that Blitzø fucker and his two diabetes ass having friends stopped me both times. Clearly it's not that simple."

Striker tried to explain, but Stella couldn't care less. "GET THE FUCK OUT AND NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!!! YOU!! ARE!! FIRED!!!!" Stella yelled again, even louder this time. It actually woke up the imp butler, Pringles, who was sleeping on the living roon couch. "Hey, can you keep it down?" Striker just left without saying another word. He didn't wanna deal with that woman's annoying screaming and childish temper tantrums any longer.

"Just fucking great. Two headaches in a row. From now on, I go my own way," the wrathian cowboy said to himself. He mounted Bombproof and just took off, not knowing or caring where he was going. As long as it was far away from both Crimson and Stella, that was all that mattered to him at the moment.

2 hours later.....

Striker went back at his own hideout in Wrath. He didn't even bother to tell those annoying mariachi imps to shut up and stop singing about him, because he was just too tired to do so. He just waited for the song to be over and turned off the radio before hitting the sack in his old tent, on his old sleeping bag. "Damn fanboys of mine," he whispered in annoyance. He told them millions of times to stop singing about him every time he came back to the hideout, but they never listened to him.

He closed his eyes and dreamed of his now long gone parents. His father was a rattlesnake like demon who was bald, had a long and pointy snout, sharp teeth, tannish beige skin and red spines on his tail with a rattle at the very end. His mother, who was an imp with horns curved just like her son's, just with a female pattern, and black stripes on her tail.

Striker treasured both of his parents very dearly, and part of the reason he hates those pompous bluebood fops known as the Ars Goetia so much is because one of them had killed both of his parents. Which made Striker wonder why he was willing to work for one of those stupid birds. Stella was no different from the rest of them.

"I'm glad I don't have to work for her anymore," Striker uttered in his sleep. Getting fired by that peacock bitch was actually the best thing to have ever happened to him. Besides, he didn't need her anyway. He could easily kill Stolas himself as long as he had those angelic weapons given to him by the leader of the overlord sinners, Carmilla Carmine. He could always go to her if he needed more.

The next morning.....

Striker woke up and put out the fire next to his tent. He mounted Bombproof and took the hellavator that traveled through all seven rings to Pride, the center of Pentagram City in particular. "Good thing it ain't Imp City with all those lowlife imps," he muttered. He stepped out of the hellavator and took a deep breath, hoping not to run into that Stella bitch again.

Suddenly, a tall and muscular incubus with a mohawk ran into Striker and said "Watch, it buddy!" "Why don't you watch where you're going, prick?" Striker retorted. "Oh, you want a piece of me? Bring it on, motherfucker!" Said the incubus as he put his fists up at Striker and taunted him, obviously looking for a fight. Striker was about to take out an angelic pistol until a feminine voice he didn't recognize called out "Stop it, Ace!"

Ace looked behind him to see his boss, the famous popstar Verosika Mayday. He took his hands off Striker like she asked, and the cowboy was enamored with her. He knew she looked familiar, since he saw her in magazines before. But he just couldn't remember what her name was. "Aw, that's a shame. I was hoping to see Ace beat the shit outta the guy!" Said another incubus standing next to Verosika. He had white hair and a very gothy look to him.

"I would've kicked his ass if the boss let me," said Ace as he walked over to the other and put an arm around his shoulder. From the looks if it, those two were a couple. "Don't mind Ace. He likes to go around proving how tough he is by picking fights with other guys. And his boyfriend Josh over there kisses his ass all the time" said Verosika. "Yeah, I can tell. Hey, aren't you that succubus who makes cheesy pop songs about shitty ex-boyfriends and bad breakups?" Striker asked her.

Ace and Josh started laughing. Verosika glared at them and they became silent. "Yeah, that's me. Verosika Mayday's the name," she told Striker. "I gotta say, your latest hit Over You isn't too bad," Striker said. That comment made Verosika blush. "Hey, this is boring. Let's go back to the boss' studio and have sex with each other," Josh said to Ace. "As you say, honey," Ace replied as they left.

Verosika looked back at the handsome cowboy she was attracted to. "So, do you mind if I take you to The Richest Cup? They sell the best coffee and beer there," she said. "Not at all," he replied. They held each other's hands and walked to The Richest Cup just down the street. They chose a table for two and sat down. "I haven't been to this place in six years since I took my dickhead of an ex-boyfriend here," said Verosika.

"How many asshole ex-bofriends do you have?" Striker asked. Verosika cleared her throat before exolaining it all. "Just one. He was an imp named Blitzø, and I thought I loved him at the time. Even got a tattoo of his name on my arm. But I guess I fell for him too quickly, and he bailed on me in such an awful way. Stealing my credit card and spending it on horse riding lessons. Glad I never have to see him again."

"Blitzø? Imp? I met him before. He's fucking some pompous Goetia like the loser he is. Probably mooching off him, too," said Striker. Verosika chuckled. "I'm glad we feel the sane way about him," she said. "May I take your order?" Asked the waitress, who just came up to their table. Verosika and Striker both looked at the menu. "Just a beelzejuice, please," she replied. "And i'd just like a latte," Striker replied. The waitress nodded and left the table to get their drinks.

"So, tell me. How did you get that scar on your right eye?" Verosika asked. Striker flinched. He hated being reminded of that scar he got from being caught on fire after his failed attempt to kill Blitzø and Fizzarolli. "It was after I failed to do my job. Being an assassin hired by two people to kill both Stolas and Blitzø. Three times. Both of them fired me and I got manhandled," Striker explained.

Verosika didn't know what to say, but she did feel sorry for Striker. She didn't even care that much about him saying he tried to kill Stolas or Fizzarolli because she wasn't all that close to them anyway. She even appreciated his attempt to kill Blitzø. "I'm sorry to hear that. I can hire you," she said to cheer him up. "Not sure how i'd feel about being part of a cheesy pop band," said Striker.

"Oh, you don't have to be IN the band. You could be our tattoo artist who dies assassin jobs when we're off duty," Verosika said. "That doesn't sound too bad. Maybe i'll consider it," Striker replied. The waitress came back with their beelzejuice and latte, which they both took a sip of before holding each other's hands and gazing at each with half-lidded eyes.

5 minutes later.....

They finished their drinks and left the diner while holding each other with their arms around the shoulders. "I gad a good time. Did you?" Verosika asked. "Hell yeah. Best time i've had in years," Striker answered. "Well, it was nice meeting you. I don't think you told me your name yet." "It's Striker. And it was nice to meet you too, Miss Mayday," he said. She kissed him on the cheek before going her own way, which made him blush. He was definitely considering working for her now.

THE END

[disclosed-spire]

"I spent quite a while writing this, so if you'd want to see more of other characters, be sure to let me know!"

I have been gathering up the courage to send this ask, so I am just gonna guess you want the asks to be sent here.

Can you please tell us about your Gourmand headcanons?

Yeah Ofc! I love Gourmand as they're just absolutely great, especially since my pal gourmy is the first campaign of downpour when it was released. I enjoyed their campaign a lot, and had a blast towards the end of their campaign. Seriously, I wish I could get a hug from them because I KNOW they give amazing hugs!

Time for everyone's favorite family oriented orange slugcat! And as everyone knows, this is my own hcs about them and, and definitely some Gourmand spoilers. Please don't be offended at any of this, as these are my own personal beliefs!

If anybody wants to see more of my opinions on the characters, be sure to ask me! I'm welcome to answering questions about my thoughts and HC's, as well as discussing and hearing others POV's!

ANYWAYS! GOURMAND SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!

Design Choices

My design for Gourmand isn't very flashy or anything, but to be honest, I feel it suits them and their personality! It's very close to the original, but has my own little flair and sparkle to it to make our pal Gourmand stand out a bit!

I decided to give them just oranges for a pallet, with their nose being the darkest, which is a dark orange. I usually shift blacks and such for cannon designs to another color of the design but a lot darker to keep the colors overall the same, but just a little easier to look at (in most cases).

I made the tips of Gourmand's limbs, including their tail, dewlap, and ears, a darker orange as I took a bit of inspiration from cat breeds in real life, with my own cat being the main inspiration. This makes Gourmand stand out a bit more, and makes it easier for me to make art of them, as their limbs mark where my own wacky anatomy should be.

Personality

My version of Gourmand has a tough exterior as they need to keep a strong stance towards the hardships of the world around them. Despite this, Gourmand also shows a lot of love, compassion, and sympathy for the world around them at the right moments of course! Gourmand doesn't view the world as only black and white, instead, more of everything being in a morally grey area. Gourmand believes there's a reason for everything, and if possible, they try to go to the more pacifist side of things to keep peace.

Speaking of this, the reason Gourmand is like this is because they believe this deep in their heart, but also because they want to provide their colony with a good example. Gourmand wants to show their colony that while the world is extremely dangerous and that they need to take caution, but also that they can also show compassion even in the scariest of situations.

Other than setting an example, Gourmand loves telling tales of adventures, history, and places they've been, as it always makes others happy, and especially gets the slugpups super excited. Sometimes these stories are made up, but Gormand always lets the listeners know beforehand to clear any misconceptions.

Gourmand is a great parent to all, and generally kind to everyone unless their friends, family, slugpup, or colony is in trouble. While Gourmand is kind, they are a force not to be reckoned with, as they are strong both in personality, and physical strength, and those they care about fuel their determination to continue on.

Powers

Gourmand's powers are a bit of a weird one to me! Being able to create something from your stomach isn't something I've seen before, nor do I have a naturally logical way to explain how this would work (Enot was different as they didn't need to have logic applied to them bc cryptid slugcat), but I'll try my best to explain how this works in a rain world logic sense (hopefully). It's a bit complicated, but here's my best shot!

The best way I could possibly explain slugcat powers is that their body developed some kind of mutation, something with radiation (highly unlikely), or something with being a descendant of a purposed organism/modified slugcat. This is where I believe slugcats get their powers from, as this is the best explanation I have for such unnatural abilities. In Gourmand's case, this happened with their stomach!

My best logic to how Gourmand's stomach creation works is that Gourmand needed to have swallowed the created item in their life at any moment for them to make it in their stomach again. Since Gourmand takes a food pip when they create an item in their stomach, this makes me believe that their body harvests the nutrients to make it, using the information of the dna/material/whatever made the item to re-create it in Gourmand's stomach to pull it out. This explains the randomized effect of what's pulled out of Gourmand's stomach.

As for the crafting mechanic, I wouldn't say that's a power. Gourmand could use their power to help combine items, but for the most part, I feel that it comes from a chemistry standpoint. It's still very useful and important! To me though, I don't think it's a power, even from a rain world logic POV.

Headcannons and Slugcat Colonies

This category is a bit different from the Enot post, and that's because I have my own thoughts about the cannon slugcats!

I personally like to think there's a big distance between Gourmand and Survivor/Monk's timeline placement as this makes the most sense in my head for what I'm gonna say, and it gives Gourmand the "Old and cool legendary ancestor" vibes!

Gourmand in my HC was the one that found the slugcat tree, and started a home there for the whole colony! If it weren't for Gourmand, then Monk and Survivor's campaigns wouldn't have happened. I want to give Gourmand that bc it makes them just the more special in my eyes!

The reason I believe this is because it doesn't make a whole lot of sense for Gourmand to already be there and then start searching for food, and then to get up and leave once food is found. If there's more food in an area, animals tend to stick around, and the slugcats aren't an exception from this. I believe that Gourmand searching was making sure that the area has plenty food, as the colony recently moved and was looking for another temporary home. Another thing to support this is the wall drawings, as I feel the colony would talk about Gourmand through generations.

Another one of my HC's is that Gourmand is the leader of the specific slugcat colony. A lot of people probably think this already, but I'd at least like to give my own take with my own spin on how a Slugcat colony works.

Gourmand is a leader in my eyes because of how useful they are to the colony, and how strong they are. Animals usually prove dominance in size and strength, which Gourmand definitely has (My Gourmand is a big lovable fella)! But since this is also fiction, I added more to this. Slugcats usually choose their leaders based on a few qualities, which are:

Size: Gourmand is big yes, which gives them the upper hand at intimidating possible threats! Slugcats view Gourmand as very important due to this factor, as any predators that would try to harm a slugpup would have to face the intimidation of an angry Gourmand. This is why Gourmand fits here!

Strength: Gourmand DEFINITELY has some big strength to them, bro does 3 damage when not tired! This is viable to a slugcat colony as this shows that they can rely on their leader in even the most difficult of situations. That, and also they are capable of defending the young! Slugcats view this as one of the most important features in a leader, so this is why Gourmand is super important in this category.

Intelligence and Powers: Gourmand definitely checks out here! Their powers and their intelligence combine together, making them VERY useful to the colony. Gourmand can use their powers to help get their colony out of a tight bind, to entertain, and to direct. Slugcats can always count on Gourmand if stuck, which is why Gourmand fits!

Compassion: My Gourmand DEFINITELY fits here! Gourmand is super caring and great with kids, kind to everyone that they can be, uses their powers to help others, uses their intelligence to lead, and does everything in their ability to make sure their colony is safe. Why Gourmand left to look for food is because they wanted to make sure their colony would live and thrive. They'd do anything for their colony, and care for them dearly! This is probably the most important rule of a leader to them, as slugcats are usually social creatures, and rely on companionship to thrive.

If a slugcat leader doesn't fit most of these, and/or possibly abuses their leadership, the colony will choose another leader, and in VERY extreme cases, the leader will be thrown out of the colony (Totally doesn't have something like this with another character).

Relationships

Iterators

Gourmand is overall friendly towards all of the iterators, as Gourmand gets the feeling that the world has been unkind to them, given their situation. Gourmand knows that being stuck inside a box isn't the best, especially if they cannot leave, and can only view the world from small holograms. Gourmand feels bad about their situation, so they come to visit the iterators to help keep them company, and to tell the iterators stories they'd be interested in.

Gourmand does have a lot of respect for them, as they know that the iterators have a lot of power, but have to be careful with their given situation. Gourmand views the iterators as fairly important, and that alone makes one of the reasons Gourmand respect them.

Slugcat Family + Monk and Survivor

Gourmand is their ancestor, so Gourmand is related to them. Despite this, Gourmand has a HUGE amount of respect for the slugcat family. This is because even though they had two kids they lost, they decided to stay strong, and to dive in after their family, which Gourmand finds to be very admirable. Gourmand would do anything to make sure they're safe.

For Monk and Survivor, Gourmand has a huge amount of respect for them both! Gourmand finds it admirable that they stayed strong in a world so dangerous, able to take caution, and able to use the tricks they've passed on through the colony. Despite this, Gourmand also feels sadness for them as they know it was an extremely rough situation on slugcats so young. They'd do anything to make sure that Monk and Survivor don't get separated from their family again.

Nightcat and Inv/Enot

Gourmand is friendly towards them both! Although Gourmand tends to dislike Enot's flirting, they still think of them both as friends. Gourmand does find them a bit mysterious as they both seemed to appear out of nowhere, and with the strangest first interactions as well. As far as Gourmand knows, Enot and Nightcat don't know their parents, and don't have any family nearby. Regardless of this, Gourmand took them both into their colony, and loves talking to them.

Hunter and Artificer

Gourmand is best friends with Artificer and Hunter, and values hunting with them! The three are nearly inseparable, and value each other's company, as well as talking about the colony. Slowly overtime though, Gourmand began to have a crush on the two, and seeing the two in a relationship was nice, but they wanted to confess their feelings to both of them. Eventually Gourmand does, and the three end up in a poly relationship! They're quite happy together :D

Regardless of this, Gourmand has respect for Hunter as they went to save Moon despite them being sickly. Gourmand has since then been finding ways to help Hunter, and with Sig's help, they're lessening the effects that the rot had on Hunters body. Through all this, Gourmand sees Hunter as a fearless and stoic warrior, and loves how kind they can be despite this.

Artificer is a bit of a different story, as Arti had some bad experiences with the colony, and Gourmand doesn't agree with Artificers genocidal ways. Gourmand was a bit on edge of first meeting them, but it grew to fondness as Gourmand realized that Arti is trying to correct their wrongs, and make up for what they've done in the past, with one of those being to apologize to their colony. Upon finding out about Arti's situation, they've grown closer to Artificer, and letting Arti interact with the colony as a way to help heal from the past. Gourmand is a firm believer that Artificer can heal, and they choose to stick by Arti every step of the way.

Spearmaster, Rivulet, and Saint

Gourmand isn't super close to Spearmaster, Rivulet, or Saint, but enjoys their company! Gourmand knows they mean no harm intentionally, but also respects Rivulet and Spearmaster quite a bit for helping the iterators. Saint is a bit more distant, and from what Gourmand knows, Saint has a bit of a complicated past. Gourmand isn't going to push it, but they'll always be there if Saint needs someone to talk to. Gourmand is always welcome to them joining their colony, and is on quite good terms with the three.

[yoonyia]

a few quick sketches of what I think ender would look like! (sorry for the bad quality it's 1am and these took like 15 minutes or something like that) I was always confused when people drew him with black hair because in the movie he was described as blonde, and even if he wasn't I always imagined him to be a sorta musty blonde. I also found it weird that he never is mentioned to have scars even tho he's probably covered in them, so I added one to his face and he probably has a bunch more. I know Ender has very kind eyes, or eyes that are downturned in a way where they can never really look mad. The comic shows that he has cheekbones and honestly once I saw him with them I couldent see him without them. It's something that almost hollows him out and is one of the harder things in his face making it kinda look out of place but it matches his personality so well, he has a lot of empathy yes, but that doesn't stop him from doing harm and I think the mildly sharper features help with that instead of a kind hearted dad kinda vibe (he's not really kind he's understanding and can still be strict and angry and that's something I think shows on his face) Also one thing that occurred to me while rereading enders game is that they can't really cut their hair? they probably do but they don't have a stylist or anything so I thought that ender would just not cut it and grow it out until it became a habit. We also like the demiboy/enby rep (I personally don't see it but I'm gonna extract all possible queer out of this without changing the writing) valentine I always imagined with sharper features and a darker color scheme (I think she just slowly started wearing darker colors so she would blend into the background more and or copy peter) now this is just what my brain thinks they look like and not really accurate from a character design perspective. I mean valentine is supposed to represent the perfect altruistic. Why would someone who strives for absolute good be sharp and dark (and honestly intimidating) but then when I thought about It again, I noticed that perfect altruism is sharp and scary. And that valentine (atleast in my head) is straightforward and stubborn and sticks strictly to her ideals and choices. And if that dosent feel sharp and dark then I don't know what does. I have designs for all of the other characters from all the books but I didn't have the energy to draw them. Either way I hope you can share your ideas about what you think the enderverse characters look like :D

(this is what I drew right after I finished reading enders game 2~3ish years ago in 6th grade) also I think ender has full lips for some reason, he just feels like a very androgynous person. Now I wanna see his hair out of the pony tail when he's in his 30s, I never drew that before. ALSO ILL DRAW JANE LATER but right now I'm going to bed cause it's nearly 2am and I'm tired from thinking of a korean educational comic

[storylocke]

When Different Paths Lead to the Same Place

[Ash finally shoved the Rare Candy into his bag and heaved a sigh of relief. Who knew such a small thing could block an entire passageway! Or at least, he noticed, the Voices had a weird aversion to stepping over Item Capsules like most did. And to think They cost him a TM for this. As he slings the backpack back over his shoulders though, there's an oddly familiar voice coming from outside his head…]

Blue:

Ash, wait!

Ash:

…? [He looks back to see the kid rounding the last of the gravestones] Um, hi? What are you doing here?

Blue:

I had to go heal, no thanks to you.

Ash:

[Straightens up in dismay] You’re the one who challenged me!

Blue:

[Finger to his lips] Shhhh. There are some baaad people in this tower, and the negative energy has all the ghosts here in a frenzy. You saw what happened to those Channelers? [Ash gives him a bewildered little nod] Yeah, so let's not attract any more than we already do. [Points at the strange looking telescope in Ash’s hand] I saw you had a way to fight these things, so I tailed ya. Where'd ya get that?

Ash:

This? It's a Silph Scope. All it does is show what the shadows really are, but my Pokemon still have to fight them.

Blue:

[Air of suspicion as he eyes his rival] Silph, huh? I thought Saffron City was blocked off.

Ash:

Um…. [Sheepish grin since it's not exactly a lie] Honestly, I sorta won it off a guy in a battle.

Blue:

Tch. Well… [tries to be quick] Give it to me!

Ash:

[Grips it with both hands and moves to pull it further out of reach, but even as he tries to leverage himself against Blue’s arm, there's no denying how physically stronger the boy is.] No! It's mine, and you have no idea what I went through to get it!

Blue:

[Surprised how he's actually struggling, he's never seen Ash put up such a fight before. Even as the little nerd pulls it out of his grip, he’s not giving up that easy] And if you keep going this way, you're gonna get yourself hurt!

Ash:

[Keeps the scope in front of him as he feels Blue wrap both arms around him. Curls forward before the guy can pick him up] Beat you, didn't I?! I can take care of myself!

Blue:

JUST BARELY! You're just lucky I-! [Caught off guard as he's the one being lifted off the ground]

Ge...t ouuut… Get ouuut…..

[They both freeze at the eerie voice and Ash starts to straighten up as Blue slides off of him. They stare in the direction of the call, making out a hazy shadow by the staircase. Ash gives a wary glance at Blue, seeing him frozen in fear, and slowly lifts the scope up to take a better look. It’s nothing like the numerous Gastly he’d been training against around the graveyard. But even if it wasn’t any normal Ghost Pokemon, the black aura surrounding it made the fiery eyes deep set in it’s skull face all the more distinct.]

Ash:

[The Voices rattled in his brain as They screamed, but his own voice comes out barely above a whisper] It’s the Marowak Ghost…

Blue:

[Glances at him in curiosity] A Marowak…? I can believe that. Just a lot of hurt and anger that’s probably the source of all the negative energy here. [Doesn’t want to take his eyes off of the shadow in case it tries to come any closer] You don’t seem scared.

Ash:

[Shakes his head] Something I’ve heard a lot about. I can’t really explain, but if you’ll just stay back here I’ll-

Blue:

[Hand on his shoulder to stop him] Don’t fight that thing! She’s not here to hurt us! The Channelers say she was murdered defending her baby… And… And now she doesn’t want anyone else getting hurt. I don’t want you getting hurt!

Ash:

[Genuinely confused by the very real concern in his rival’s eyes. A side of him he couldn’t remember ever seeing before. Even when he said it during their struggle before, he had taken it as another way of Blue calling him weak.] I’m not gonna fight her. Okay? I’ve heard this story many times now, I think I know what to do. Just watch my back if I’m wrong.

Blue:

Ash, it’s not about-! [Scoffs as he sees he’s being ignored and the boy cautiously walks towards the apparition with the scope still up. Going through a mix of emotions though as he watches, going from bitter to concerned again, then curious to what exactly Ash was planning]

Ash:

[He tries to keep the scope up where he can keep the Marowak in view, and holds his cowboy hat with his free hand for a little encouragement. Marvin wouldn’t have been scared at a time like this. The Marowak ghost stares at him with suspicion as her hollow eyes seem to narrow in on the whip at his side. His hand moves to remove his pack as she screams at him again]

Marowak:

Be gone… Intruders…

Ash:

[Holds up a hand to assure her he’s got nothing in hand, just gently crouches down as he places his backpack on the ground. He reaches in, so deep it seems to eat his arm, and he can see the bitter Ghost is winding up her club to attack. He flinches as it comes towards him and quickly pulls out the Poke Doll! …Nothing happened. He opens his eyes and looks up to see the mad spirit looks stunned by the harmless object. He holds it out to her] Here. It’s um… I brought it for you. [Her eyes shift from their fiery blaze to a dull flame, and something in the stern skull face softens as she lowers her club. She takes it quickly, but he doesn’t resist. No tricks. Just a soft smile as he tilts his hat back so she can see his face] I know it doesn’t make up for anything, but… We’ll make up for it. Me and my friend, there. You don’t need to fight anymore.

Marowak:

[Looks past him at the other boy who timidly gives the black shadow a wave. There’s a long pause as she watches him, but he doesn’t move any more. Still, as she turns her attention back to the one in front of her, he doesn’t move either. She pulls the doll close her to chest then, and with a sorrowful bow of gratitude, starts to fade away into a gray mist.] Fin…ish…

Blue:

[Deep sigh of relief to see she’s gone] Wow. How did you know that a Doll would calm her down?

Ash:

[Glances back at him with a wry grin] I don't. I have rock [holds up Fossil] and a map [holds up the scroll of Town Map] and somewhere in this pack I have a thing called a “Bicy.” [Blue just laughs, which is nice to hear after the all the wailing of the Tower, and just shakes his head at him] They all mean something. Like… I just know these things. It's not deja vu, because I'VE never done it, but somehow I know all of this has happened before.

Blue:

[The smile fades as his face turns serious again. Not mad really. But he has the strangest feeling as he takes the Helix Fossil, really looking at it now as it fits in the palm of his hand. ……. He hands it back] Yeah… 'Cause you keep messing with things Gramps warned us about. Even if you know a lot, maybe it’s best you start forgetting.

Ash:

Blue…

Blue:

[Crosses his arms and looks back in the direction of the stairs, a twinge of sadness, maybe fear in his soft tone] What do you think she meant by finish?

Ash:

[Rearranging all of the items back into his bag before he stands up. Casually dusting himself off] To finish what we started? Maybe… To finish what she couldn’t? You said you caught a Cubone earlier, didn’t you?

Blue:

[Softens a bit as he remembers telling him that now.] I did. Didn’t have the heart to use it though, after… [Subtle gesture to the empty stairwell] I wasn’t tryin’ to protect you from her. Team Rocket went on up, but she barred them in. I’m sure they’re in a ripe mood by now, looking for the first idiot to cross their path.

Ash:

[Only half joking] Guess I better go first then. I make the BEST decisions lately.

Blue:

I ain’t goin’ up there! Did you not hear what I just said? Those guys will KILL YOU. I don’t care how many fairytales you’ve read, Team Rocket doesn’t mess around. And any monsters willing to murder Pokemon and pile up their corpses like they’re loading up a fruit cart isn’t gonna think twice about taking care of you!

Ash:

Shhhh…! [Oh. He’s starting to realize that Blue was dead serious in trying to take the scope away from him earlier. Careful glance up stairs because if Blue is freaking out now, they definitely didn’t need to draw the men down with the ruckus. Silence. And in that shared silence between them, the whispers in Ash’s mind come as quickly as his thoughts try to piece things together. It HAD been a while since they last fought. Where was his Raticate? Blue had snapped at him downstairs how it didn’t look like he had come to the tower to bury anyone… Had he? The bitterness, the aggression, the vulnerability this time around, and that brief description gave Ash a shock. Just what had Blue been up to before he arrived? Maybe it was all just his imagination, after all a lot of these claims of truth were being pounded into his brain, and yet he finally breaks the silence with his voice barely above a whisper.] I guess we’ve both been through a lot since Vermillion, huh? [Shuddered breath as he tries to steel himself for what hes’s about to say] I won’t make you come. Just make sure the little Cubone is taken care of, okay? I’ll take care of the rest.

Blue:

[Fists clenched, face heating up, but he’s not sure if he’s more mad at Ash, the memory, or his wounded pride to turn back now. Snaps at him as he starts to walk off] This isn’t one of your books, you know. Playing hero, just gonna roll in, clean up the town, and fly off into the sunset. These guys own everything! Even if you win here, the cops won’t help you when their teammates come!

Ash:

[Pauses, looks back at him. Actually, comes back to place a hand on his shoulder in comfort. For all the rattling in his brain, he’s could really use Their help right now. Please… Lord Helix, give him the right words.] I know. I know things seem impossible right now, but I wanna tell you: it will get better. Remember what I said? About everything happening before? Team Rocket is going to fall. And I promise you, Giovanni may be a monster, but he’s still human. He CAN be defeated.

Blue:

…How do you know?

Ash:

Because while you were fighting the Rockets here, I spent hours lost in Team Rocket’s base. [Bit of a cocky grin] Took everything they’ve got, and threw ‘em out of Celadon. It's how I got the Silph Scope. And Boss Rocket? I took him down with just one Pokemon. He may be in charge, but he’s weak. And if you’re still giving me trouble, you’ve got nothing to worry about from them now.

Blue:

[Soft smile, bit of pleading in his voice] I wish I had that kind of confidence. You really have changed since the ship, huh?

Ash:

[Pats him on the shoulder and lets go] I may not always “get” you, but I think I’m starting to understand. [Takes off his hat and holds it between his hands, admiring it in a way as he lets Blue get a better look at it] I wouldn’t be jealous of me though. Sounds like you might have guessed, but I may actually be in over my head this time. [Pause] No going back now.

Blue:

For their sakes… [Straightens up a bit to try to sound more like his old self] Next time we run into each other, you better not hold back on me. I’m gonna get stronger and we’ll crush everyone one of those Rockets in Saffron into the pavement.

Ash:

[Returns his hat to his head and gives a firm nod] That I can do.

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A/N: Just a little something that's been on my mind since I watched it live. I really loved the idea of how even though we had the Scope, we gave Marowak the Doll anyway, so the spirit was calmed without issuing a single attack. And if we say this Ash is the same as Bootleg Yellow, we actually capture the Marowak later on iirc? So that's sweet. It was supposed to just be a short clip, but then I had the idea of Blue (since we didn't fight him until after Rocket Hideout, I remember previous times we'd fight him then head for Celadon) actually being here for Ash to explain about the Doll, but the whole thing just kinda spiraled after that. We all know by now I can't seem to do anything without it turning dramatic on me. Obviously this isn't Anime Ash but we picked the default name. Ash has a whip like the Tamers do because he spent way too long at the Museum early on, then Marvin got cowboy lore before being released, and the idea of Ash being a museum nerd hunting powerful relics from the fallen timeline with a hat and water guns (we got like four over the run) led to the concept of him having some Indiana Jones aesthetics. The whip is not for Pokemon, but a great many other uses as he travels.

Still, even in chat, someone pointed out how it actually has been a while since we last saw Blue. And sure we can (and did) joke about him losing his Raticate, but Ash had also lost partners since we last saw him, and it had been days (in-game months? No telling how long we spent in Celadon) since they last saw each other. And one thing about Gen I I've always loved is how the game actually ages our hero and rival as they carve their own paths. These two have really had to grow up on since they both left home.

Another thing about this particular moment was how we hear about Cubone's mother giving up her life to fight Team Rocket, find out the tower is filled with restless spirits because of the vengeful ghost, actually face said ghost, and then we go after the first Rocket and Pixie destroys him and learns DRAGON RAGE! I wanted to include that, but it felt like getting away from the point of this fic, which was focused on these two, but holy cow Ash and his comrades are maaaaad facing these two pathetic Rockets after already raiding the base. They don't scare him. Heck, after Giovanni, apparently nothing does since it's after this we start wrecking gyms and played with the powers that be to grab a Missingno.

[multiandmany]

Jack Spicer (Canon) (AUs listed below)

Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown

Name: Jack Spicer Age: 15 Species: Human Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Pan ace Height: 5'3" (boots make him look taller though) Weight: ??? Abilities: Engineering, Street Smarts, Ice Skating, Extreme Durability, Athleticism

Certified little shit head, screams like a girl when scared. He's an "evil genius" who wants to rule the world and will do just about anything to get there! Steal, lie, trick, become a monkey.

Builds robots of various kinds to get things done, his "Jackbots", hires help and partners up when its good for him. Thinks of himself as a real deal villain and a big bad.

He's super smart but full of himself and often gets himself into trouble because he's over confinement and cocky. Will turn tail and run if he feels he's loosing.

Scared of the dark. Really likes pudding. Does NOT do well in confined spaces. Dyslexic.

His main Wu is the Monkey Staff, which gives him the agility and balance of a money, as well as the behavior and looks of one. He seems to enjoy using it, or really enjoys having a tail. He has been warned by Wuya several times to be careful using it, and has ignored her several times.

He's currently in an attempt to take over the world. You gonna help him? Or hinder him?

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Good Jack (AU) (Post Link)

Good Jack AU has the same skills and height and all as Canon Jack, just for different reasons, like in the show, he's happy and cheerful! He does what he can to help, he's affectionate and while he's still somewhat of a coward, if needed he'll use himself as bait to help his friends!

He still has the monkey staff, this time it was passed to him by his father instead the puzzle box. The puzzle box was instead handed off to Katnappe, who's kittens managed to open it. She then goes from evil villain to evil villain to find someone to get her Wu, until the monkey staff activates and Katnappe and monks end up at Jacks, meeting him.

And Jacks ends up siding with the monks, lending them his support when needed. While his robots aren't evil, they do come in handy with some things, like chores! Even if Master Fung doesn't like that, it is nice to have something for guards instead of chores after the Wu is raided the first time.

Jack and Dojo butt heads over Master Fung and some other things like transport, Jack gets on the other's nerves, and while he's not that good at fights, he does his best and is a surprisingly good cook. Or is that just because he has robotic help...

And while he does have robotic help, most times its used for things he can't do alone, like heaving lifting or helping with watching over the temple when its just him and the monks there. (The more keeping watch the better after all!) Or when things are just too dangerous for Jack, like if there's a fire in the kitchen and Omi can't get there fast enough, one of the robots will put it out while Jack is freaking out.

Jack is working on getting better at being more self reliant but it can be hard when things are sometimes pretty dangerous. And you're sometimes doing things like cooking while half awake after being up for over 35 hours.

He has won a few showdowns surprisingly and keeps the Monkey Staff on hand or on robot, he stays behind at the temple most times as help and to assist there.

His black mark under his eye covers a scar in this verse. In time he learns to not paint it on. Almost constantly has a bandaid cause he scratched himself and got injured. He's still a klutz, but he's not as much of one.

Picrew Link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1414503 There is an edit I made to the picrew but this is NOT my art. I just edited the eyes to match. He's suppose to have black makeup over his scar, but the picrew didn't allow it so imagination!

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Dragon of Metal Jack (AU) (Post Link)

Same as Canon Jack, but he's the dragon of metal. Without the training needed, he isn't very intune with his element aside from when he's working on his robots or feels truly comfortable. Everything's the same about it, still on the Heylin side, but despite Wuya's best efforts, she has yet to convince him that he's the dragon of metal after she figured it out. All that belittling about the robots backfired on her.

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Jack-Bot Jack (AU) (Post Link)

Jack isn't really Jack. Its the a robot made to look like Jack and who has taken Jack's place after the real Jack died. He doesn't know he's a robot and continues the plans the real Jack had put into place. No one else knows, but when Wuya finds out, she leaves, leaving Jack confused and on his own for the hunt for the Wu.

You can RP with him before and after Wuya leaves.

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Cyborg Jack (AU) (Post Link)

Jack's recklessness from a young age has earned him robotic limbs of his own making and some enchantments that his mother doesn't know about. He's a real jackass at times and tries to get away with a lot more. Instead of being afraid of the dark, its storms, given that he's part machine now. Can and will flip you off he feels like it, but will flee if he thinks you're going to go for his face. Anything but the face!

Not nearly as scared of Wuya and talks back to her, still uneasy about magic stuff and will flee when outmatched with that.

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Mythic Showdown AU

Everyone's favorite idiot, I mean, everyone's favorite evil super villain is doing the same as canon, looking for Shen Gong Wu and battling against the dragons for it to become the ruler of the world!

He also looks for other magical artifacts along the way, but when he gets them they always seem to loose power and he's starting to suspect that a certain someone has something to do with that.

He has no scientific proof though and Wuya won't admit it through, so he's stuck going after Shen Gong Wu!

He later finds out that he's a singular human paired up with a ghost of a witch against two dragons, a kitsune, and a minotaur.

Not only does he not have any elemental powers, he's just a human against four myths (five if you count Dojo) in this battle for Shen Gong Wu.

He's wondering how long Wuya knew about this whole myth thing AND DIDN'T TELL HIM.

Jack, nervously laughing: Haha, I'm in danger.

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Its Jack! But he's a cat! Not really just a cat boy. People like him use to be a lot more common, but things just... stopped. Things happen and Jack happens to show up the same time that most the Xiaolin Dragons do, seems that things are planned for all of them.

Jack's parents aren't sure what to make of him though... His dad is... less than trilled to say the least and his mother loves him so much and just wants to protect him.

Growing up is hard when you're mostly home schooled and online schooled. It wasn't until Ashley aka Katnappe breaks into your house with attack cats and rips up the security robots you built that you realize that 'Hey! You could have a friend! A real life friend!' and in return for not getting arrested Ashley helps Jack out.

He has glasses cause he's nearsighted but refuses to wear them so he uses his goggles more cause they're cooler! (And prescription!) Still needs his glasses at times, still refuses,runs into things, more so when he had the zoomies!

Yes still dyslexic too.

Wuya does end up at Jacks house he opens the box but after finding this cat boy has no ill intent she's off to find someone else.

Jack's left wondering about magic though. Was he the result of it?

He's good/neutral in this.

Like the picrew above, same link, only fixed the eye. He's suppose to have black makeup over his scar, but the picrew didn't allow it so imagination!

[imbonewary]

Shifting Sans Chapter 2 "In Which, Sans is Very Confused"

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

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I flinched hard at a knock on the door. I must've blacked out for a minute.

"We heard something fall," a hesitant voice called through the door. "Is everything alright in there?"

Ah, that must've been me that fell, seeing as I'm on the floor, curled up in a rattling ball.

"'m fine,” hopped out of my mouth before I'd decided to respond. I’m not sure I’ve ever been "fine" but whatever. If that really is my brother than I don't want him to worry, and if it's not... show no weakness or it'll be used against you. I decided to stay on the floor as I went over what I knew; no sense wasting precious energy sitting up. 

So. 

I really did absorb a piece of the human's soul. 

A piece of that thing is inside me now. 

I don't think there's any way to un-absorb a soul.

I'll never be free of it. 

...

Welp.

I'll just have to get used to that. 

What else do I know.

I guess I still have full control because I only absorbed a piece of the human’s soul, not the whole thing, so there’s that. Small blessings. Not sure what I’d do if I could hear that little demon in my head all the time. 

I moved one of the wings into my view to examine it more closely. 

While I'm not 100% certain, I'm pretty sure the wings are coming from that soul piece; they are the same color, after all, and seem to be more like conjured flesh than feathers. Human souls are powerful so it would make sense that a monster who absorbs one would have to accommodate for the influx of magic somehow. Did anything else change besides the wings? I didn't notice anything different while getting dressed, so maybe not. In that case, I guess I'm glad the only change was the addition of wings. Coulda been worse. 

And apparently I can fly now, but I’ll think about that later. 

Grabbing the soul piece must've interrupted the reset; that could be why everything is so weird, but resets only affect time, and they only go back to when the human first fell. At least, ever since they took the power from Flowey anyways, and even then, he technically only had it for a few months. There wouldn't have been enough time, let alone need, to convert the closet into a bathroom. Besides, it was clean but obviously used and definitely not a new feature. 

That skeleton out there... He hadn't corrected me when I called him "Papyrus" but he’s so different than my brother. He could speak softly, not only knew about Gaster Blasters but could summon his own, he was wearing jeans and a white shirt instead of his Battle Body, and he'd called me "buddy" instead of "brother" earlier... I hadn't caught it at the time but now that I think about it, that's even more weird than the rest of it!

I don't... I don't think that skeleton is my brother. Not unless a lot more has changed than just time can account for.

I need more information. I could spin my wheels for hours getting nowhere unless I ask my "hosts" some potentially awkward questions. I just hope they're willing to humor me. 

I sat up, taking a deep breath before standing, once again using the sink for support. As I reached for the door a sudden fear of the unknown washed over me. After such a long time dealing with predictability how well am I gonna handle not knowing what comes next? I wonder how rusty my people-reading skills have gotten...

I shook my head, no more stalling. Swallowing my trepidation, I opened the door a crack, as quietly as I could. "Alphys" was sitting on the far side of the sofa with her tail curled around  her; the white jacket she'd been wearing earlier was gone, leaving just the black dress, as she held the bundled up blanket I'd probably been using earlier. She had darker stripes on her forearms and markings around her eyes but no glasses. That didn't quite account for how much younger she looked. No sign of "Papyrus", though I could hear cooking sounds from the kitchen, solving that mystery. The door creaked and I instinctively pulled back as "Alphys" glanced at me, smiled, and turned her attention back to the low volume TV. I squared my shoulders; now or never time.

I was filled with DETERMI-

OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THIS FEELING?!

I retched, falling forward against the door, onto my knees, as waves of strength, power, and resolve coursed through my entire being. It wasn't painful, per se, but the phantom burning memory of molten magic lancing through my bones was plenty real to me. I hadn't felt anything like that since...

The Labs.

My mind was flooded with old memories I thought I'd buried long before the resets ever started. I saw the sadistic glee in his smile as he held a syringe filled with a sickly green substance; he said it was green healing magic mixed with the barest hint of red DT but the whole thing looked tainted as he injected it into the mana lines in my chest. As close to my soul as he dared get without actually piercing it. It wasn't the first time and sure as hell wasn't the last. 

I whimpered into my hands as I let the memories wash over me. 

It was a well practiced mental exercise I'd developed over the subjective years spent repeating the same goddamn days over and over. Let the mangled memories run their course, acknowledge their presence, send them on their way; and pray that I make it to the other side without losing the rest of my tattered sanity.

If you're goin' through Hell, don't stop.

Several torturous minutes later, the pain filled visions of needles, restraints, rough hands, and strange substances, faded. 

I stayed kneeling on the floor, breathing ragged as I let my fluttering soul calm back into a steady rhythm.

I struggled to my feet, leaning heavily against the wall, and didn't give myself time to think before opening the door, trudging over and plopping onto the couch opposite Alphys. I didn't look at her but I could practically feel her smile... Wait a sec, I could feel it, like a warmth radiating from her but not one I could feel on my bones; one I could feel on my actual soul. Flowing into me from behind, right where the wings were attached to my back. 

Put that on my growing list of weird things to think about later.

Something else I could feel with the wings was every fiber of the couch cushion I was leaning back against. That was an uncomfortable amount of sensory input, especially from new limbs I wasn't used to yet. Or maybe they were just hyper sensitive to touch. Or both, I didn’t conjure flesh often. Either way, that's really annoying. I tried to subtly find a more comfortable position but my fidgeting became less and less subtle the more frustrated I got with the over stimulation before giving up, flopping over the side of the arm rest with a groan of resignation. 

A throat cleared and I flinched hard.

I turned with an easy smile, pretending I hadn't just jumped out of my nonexistent skin, to find "Papyrus" with an amused grin and two bowls of food. Schooling his expression to carefully neutral, he handed one bowl to "Alphys" before offering the other to me. I could still feel his amusement, just like I could feel Alphys' smile earlier. I took the bowl with a quiet thanks, leaning forward to avoid letting the wings touch the couch again. It would be easier to avoid making a mess like this anyways.

A sob caught in my throat as I looked down at the bowl of spaghetti.

Maybe he was my brother after all. 

Swallowing the tears that pricked at the corners of my sockets, I shoved a forkful of noodles in my mouth and, as much as I love my brother, I could admit his spaghetti never tasted as good as this did. I ignored the confusing mix of emotions as I continued to shovel food in my face. It tasted good, sure, but I didn't realize how hungry I was until I... was out of food. I blinked at my suddenly empty bowl.

"Nyeh heh," Papyrus chuckled, holding out another bowl. "Would you like some more? I made plenty."

I grabbed it greedily, trading him for the empty one as he got up from his chair. I hadn't noticed him sit down next to Alphys; where did the chair even come from?

"Oh my g-god, that was adorable," Alphys snickered behind her hand. 

I blushed, looking away. My eyelights had definitely blown wide at the taste; I really hope they didn't turn into stars or, god forbid, hearts. I wiped off my sauce covered face with the back of my hand; guess I made a mess of myself anyways. I debated for a moment before licking it off; shouldn't let it go to waste. I started eating at a more reasonable pace and Papyrus soon sat down with another bowl. Alphys had barely started her own bowl. So where had the bowl he just gave me come from?

Papyrus gave me his own god damn bowl of food, didn't he? I am such a terrible house guest.

We ate in silence a bit longer.

"Thanks for making dinner," Alphys said. "I-it tastes great."

"As great as the skeleton who made it!" Papyrus preened at the praise, hand on his puffed out chest. 

Another lump caught in my throat. This is getting ridiculous, are you my brother or not? You're so like him in some ways but in others you're the complete opposite. It's giving me emotional whiplash! 

"I suppose we should introduce ourselves, now that everything has calmed down a bit," he continued. Now that I've calmed down, you mean. "My name is Papyrus, though you seemed to already know that."

He hid it well but I could feel the undercurrent of suspicion coming from him.

The fact he felt the need to introduce himself means he doesn't know who I am. Which means he can't be my brother. I tried not to wilt visibly. 

"And this is my sister, Alphys."

I choked on my spaghetti. 

SISTER?! The FUCK?!

"That seems to surprise you." His suspicion was leaking out from behind his carefully neutral mask.

"Yeah, it does surprise me," I finally spoke. "You're supposed to be my brother."

[infoglitch]

Fighting game au: XROS (part 2)

(Fuck it I'm making this a series. Who asked? Nobody!)

(interaction 1: reds older siblings)

We see a man in a black suit adjusting a blue tie also having black hair walk on stage as two dogs walked beside him one with completely black shaggy fur with a white fire hovering above it's tail almost as if part of its body. The other has completely white smooth fur with black wings.

Lance: skol, hati, try not to rough up our opponent too much. I don't feel like cleaning your fur AGAIN.

Then the sound of boots hit the ground with thunderous vigor as yang walking on stage with a friendly grin.

Yang: ah don't worry. Your dog ain't gonna hurt me. I'm way stronger than you think.

Lance finished adjusting his tie as he stuck out his hand before blue flames surrounded it before the flames merged into a scythe.

Lance:.... You know what... Let's test this. Skol, hati, get her.

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Yang was soaring through the air firing of shotgun rounds from ember Celica before she landed on stage with Lance petting skol.

Lance: who's a good boy? Your a good boy! Your such a good little doggy-

Yang Snickered at the sight before Lance shot up and adjusting his tie before turning to yang.

Lance: apologies, didn't think you show up to training early.

Yang: heh didn't take ya for a dog person lance-a-lot.

Lance groaned as yang laughed.

Yang: aw don't get yang-gry with me.

(interaction 2: Lancaster vs froson)

(I am very sorry I haven't been feeding y'all lancaster shippers but you can check out my other Lancaster works to hold ya over)

Ruby leaned on a wall as jaune was wiping down the sword of crocea mors as Ruby just watched him a smile on her face.

Ruby: you sure you need to wipe down your sword that much?

Jaune: how else can I make sure I'm battle ready?

Ruby: well maybe you let me wipe down your "sword"

Jaune: ruby!

We hear a chuckle as our view changes as we see Johnson standing beside a brunette wearing a white beret as she took a loli pop and held between her middle and index finger.

Johnson: ready Mrs. Snowman?

Frost: ready when you are chili pepper. If we win I want snow cones.

Johnson: snow cones it is frost.

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Johnson is walk on stage with a flaming dragon floating behind him as frost walked next him.

Frost: so where's that red reaper you met chili pepper?

Johnson: just give her a minute Mrs. snowman.

Salamandra: I doubt she's that special.

Johnson: in 3.... 2.... 1!

Suddenly a Burst of rose pedals arrive as Ruby and jaune emerged as jaunes face was green before running to a trash can and barfing.

Ruby: uh jaune you ok?

Jaune raised his hand giving a thumbs up as he spoke weakly.

Jaune: yeah... I'm good just fight without me for a few... Hours...

Ruby: huh I thought jaune wouldn't be affected but I guess I was wrong.

Frost just stared wide eyed as salamandras jaw drop as Johnson had a shit eating grin.

Johnson: told ya that kid was something.

Frost: and she can just do THAT?!

Salamandra: it's like a flower version of godspeed.

(once again all done out of my dumb fanfic writing brain. Because I have too much free time)

[fangirlmedstudentblog]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

I was tagged by @thescrumptiousbooksstuff !!

Three Ships

1. Tinn and Gun (I nearly missed discovering them but thankfully, i started watching MSP and the way these two have a strong grip on my heart 😍😮‍💨😭)

2. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter (I may not have shipped them while reading the books, but reading all the excellent fanfics have changed my mind)

3. Prapai and Sky from Love in the Air (They are WAY too cute and oh to have my very own prapai)

[You know just HOW HARD it is to just list 3 ships, considering just how many i read fanfics for]

First Ever Ship

I mean, my first EVER ship was (still is, to be honest) Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia from Fairy Tail. Fairy Tail was my introduction to world of anime (i considered Pokemon as cartoons as they had eng dub when i watched it) and I still pray for the day they actually become canon.

My first M/M ship? That would probably be Kirk/Spock from the Chris Pine movies (AOS). They might not have had that actual onscreen romance, but their devotion to each other was simply unparalleled.

It's either that or Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale from Teen Wolf. I started shipping them while reading fanfics of them first, then watching Sterek scenes and actually watching the show only a few years ago.

Last Song

Sugar Rush Ride by Tomorrow x Together - This song and Devil by the Window from txt's lovely album The Name Chapter: Temptation have me in a tight grip.

As of writing this post, the song changed to the My School President cover of Just Being Friendly so might as well add that in. Because I LOVE this cover so so much. The MSP soundtrack is probably gonna be my part of most streamed albums this year.

Last Movie

I haven't seen an actual movie in almost 2 months. But I last watched

Matilda: The Musical on Christmas. It was such a good musical, thoroughly enjoyed watching, especially the Revolting Children sequence, it was GLORIOUS (though i still like the old movie better, this was a good nostalgic trip)

Definitely watch if you like Matilda.

Currently Reading

I'm assuming you're asking about actual original books instead of fanfics, right? Because I'm sorry but if so the last actual non fanfic stuff I've read is Davidson's Principles and Practice of Medicine, not kidding.

I'm actually preparing for a very important pg medical exam so it's mostly like mbbs books with fanfics and genshin and some thai bls during breaks.

Currently Consuming

Black Coffee (I'm having french roast americano that i made in my coffee maker at home) and had breakfast just a while back which consisted of paranthas made with radish filling!!

Tagging:

I honestly didn't really expect to make friends on Tumblr because I've always been more of a lurker on this site. But I've found a lot of interesting people. I may tag you but you're in no way obligated to have to answer them, feel free to ignore if you want!

@sarahandtheninjas @theyellowhue @i-che-bi @certainpancake @petrichoraline @randomfandomtraveller @heretherebedork @quodekash @silvercrystal1