#it would be. so funny to tag this with all my names

[balleater696942]

THIS IS SO FUNNY YOU TAGGED ME

ANYWAYS..so basically how my name was conceived.. i was making a new roblox account on a whim (two of them i lost access to) and at the time i didn't know if i would lose access to this one too, so NATURALLY i made the username the absolute first thing that came to my mind.. balleater6969420. (it was originally gonna be ball devourer but i didn't know how to spell it, thank god) unfortunately though, roblox deemed 420 to be inappropriate, but i was DESPERATE to have this username! so i removed the 0, and what do you know, it worked! 1-2 years later, it has stuck... its my user for almost everything now and i have zero shame

no pressure tags❤️ @catpng9 @battery-enthusiast @sebastiansvertebrae @thebeesarebusy @agenseb

@feligayzed (only tagging again bc tumblr decided to be a smart guy and delete all i said in my rb..i dont want you to think i just reblogged with nothing to say lol..)

Tag game🎉

Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!

For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.

Tags-> @slipping-lately @firequeenofficial @noagskryf @twinklstarrrr @halfbakedspuds @polterwasteist @rokushi-san @mygedagtes +anyone that sees this and wants to do this as well

[paperstorm]

From Somewhere in a Song, chapter posting tomorrow!

Thanks for the tags @captain-gillian @nisbanisba @carlos-in-glasses @henrygrass @everlastingday @carlossreaders @whatsintheboxmh @annoyingcloudearthquake and @strandnreyes <3

Chuckling, TK slides his tongue into Carlos’s mouth. He kisses like he’s trying to eat Carlos alive, like he wants to suck his soul out, like he regrets every moment they have to spend as two separate entities. He’s a hurricane, big and powerful and sweeping through Carlos’s quiet existence and levelling it to the ground. It permeates Carlos with all sorts of feelings that are probably entirely premature – his romantic heart skipping miles ahead of itself and imagining them in front porch rocking chairs when they’re 85. He doesn’t say any of it aloud, he’s not that stupid, but he thinks it.

There’s something magical in the way that TK touches him, in the way that Carlos feels as they’re tangled in hotel sheets together with their breath mingling and their hands and mouths exploring each other’s bodies.

“What does TK stand for?” he asks, the thought materializing out of nowhere but it striking him as funny that he doesn’t know.

“It’s not a secret. It’s on my Wikipedia page.”

“I’ve never Googled you.”

Making a faux-outraged sound, TK lightly pinches Carlos’s side. “Rude. I Googled you.”

“Sorry.” Carlos grins.

“Tyler Kennedy. But only my mom got to call me that,” he adds, pointing a threatening finger in Carlos’s face.

“Oh.” A tiny storm cloud of melancholy moves over them only for a moment. Almost subconsciously, Carlos’s thumb moves to stroke over the spot on TK’s hip where her name is embroidered on his skin in elegant cursive.

Then TK’s hands wander, touching Carlos’s arms and pecs and stomach and then one sliding down between them to cup him through his shorts. Carlos sighs, TK’s touch gentle and firm at the same time, slowly rubbing him to hardness as they kiss. He loves the feeling of it, growing hard in TK’s hand, his body responding only to this man’s touch.

“I thought you were gonna try to sneak back to your room before anyone notices you didn’t sleep there,” Carlos says with their foreheads touching. He’s not going to complain if TK’s rethought that plan, but they do have to consider that the little secret sex bubble they’ve been living in for a week will burst pretty quickly if any of their friends were to find out.

“Want me to go?” TK asks, slipping his hand past the waistline so he can curl his fingers around Carlos’s erection. He strokes slowly, wrist flicking, and Carlos bites at the inside of his cheek as his knees wobble.

No one has ever played him like a finely tuned instrument, no one has ever made him feel so at home in his body, no one has ever touched him like he’s something precious and worthy of worship. There’s something retroactively healing in it, Carlos would think if he had the time to stop and be introspective about it instead of just sprinting forward at full tilt. Memories sit like slowly expanding spots of mold, of times that Carlos took a chance and spent the night with someone only to leave in the morning second-guessing whether this is really what he was made for, because they didn’t make him feel the way TK does.

Holding them and kissing them and making love to them felt like going through the motions, physically satisfying enough but spiritually vacuous and a far cry from the fireworks he’d been promised by a million love songs. TK makes him feel like he’s lit up by fairy lights, like he’s taller than a mountain, like every action his body craves is because they’re exactly what it was designed to do.

“No,” he answers, nudging TK back towards the bed. Just the opposite, in truth. He wants TK to stay forever.

Tagging @theghostofashton @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @eclectic-sassycoweyes @carlos-in-glasses

@bonheur-cafe @actual-sleeping-beauty @herefortarlos @heartstringsduet @alrightbuckaroo

@goodways @lightningboltreader @emsprovisions @freneticfloetry @liminalmemories21

@reasonandfaithinharmony @ladytessa74 @never-blooms @sanjuwrites @orchidscript

@lemonlyman-dotcom @jesuisici33 @kiwichaeng @honeybee-taskforce @hereghostslive

@just-inside-her @firstprince-history-huh @captain-gillian @tellmegoodbye @ironheartwriter

@butchreyes @anactualcaseofthetruth @ditheringmind @thisbuildinghasfeelings @whatsintheboxmh

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@carlossreaders @denizoid @everlastingday @rangersoup

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[mikmik2976]

workplace situationship gone wrong

more info on this freak under the cut:

This is my oc, Dr. Sidney Keller! It's Kidney Seller spelled backwards, which I swear on my life was an accident, I wish I was that funny on purpose.

He insists that everyone call him by his first name, wouldn't want to be reminded of his mother, right?

He got scouted by Playtime co. and started working with Dr. Harley Sawyer in 1990. The Doctor sensed that Sidney would be a valuable asset to him, therefore logically seduced I mean manipulated him (he is totally not gay tho trust) and dragged his ass deeper down into the factory.

Despite quite willingly assisting Dr. Sawyer with his experiments, Sidney feels guilty, especially around the children of the facility, which is why he tends to avoid them (and all his coworkers as well, except Harley, of course).

After the Theater Incident, all kinds of tensions become especially high between the two, with arguments and backstabbing becoming common practice, resulting in Sidney even helping orchestrate Sawyer's downfall.

He continues to work with the digitalized mind of The Doctor, now experiment 1354, whether he is willing to or not, until the Hour of Joy. Sidney barely survives the first wave of attacks and is, to his confusion, saved by Harley, who obtains control over the facilty. Despite that, after witnessing The Horrors™, Sidney decides to shut Harley's systems down to stop him from resuming his experiments (and maybe he stares into the transmitted eye for a long while before cutting the power off, even as The Doctor reasons with him to stop and screams echo in the distance, so what?).

Sidney survives down in the depths, somehow, for years, until Harley regains consciousness. He learns how to avoid the cameras' eyes annoyingly fast. Maybe he tries to escape, maybe not, he is a part of this place and it will become his grave.

Now tho, there's a new player in the game. Someone who can change the status quo. So what will you do, Angel?

Ahem. i got a bit side tracked, but i do so love being dramatic, i hope Sidney's lore was a fun read! there's another post right this way, he also has his own tag! farewell now, may we meet whenever i decide to post again!

[indomitable-rp-resources]

The Wild Robot Sentence Starters

Change pronouns and terms as needed!

“Hello! Bonjour! Guten tag! Hujambo! ¡Hola!”

“Do you need assistance?”

“DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE??”

“Are you here to kill us?”

“Ooooh, pretty. Get it!!”

“This is what I get for taking a walk.”

“Where’s your mommy, little guy?”

“You gotta die faster!”

“Uh, why aren’t we killed yet?”

"That ___ stalks me, emits noise, and makes simple tasks more complicated or impossible."

“As far as he’s concerned, you’re his mother now.”

“I do not have the programming to be a mother.”

“But it’s not all bad. Just… mostly bad.”

“Patience is the key.”

“It’s okay, Mom, I’m alive!”

“It’s okay, I won’t eat him.” / “Are you crazy?! I might eat him!”

“Do you believe everything you hear?”

“I believe I am under attack.”

“Ugh… Do I have to do EVERYTHING?”

“Kindness is NOT a survival skill."

"Understood. Do not mention dead family."

"Swimming's easy; I can teach him the way my mom taught me. SWIM!"

"Just... I dunno... Don't get attached to the little guy."

"Ugh. So we're doing this."

"New project!"

"Is it normal to burp this much?"

"I know it was you. And I know where you live."

"Kids need to feel safe and loved and all that junk."

"NOT YET!"

"Yeah, well, when you grow up without something, you... spend a lot of time thinking about it."

"Death's proximity makes life burn all the brighter."

"I prefer he be independent closer to home."

"He won't die. Well... probably won't die. It's unlikely he would die... just right now."

"(Name), focus on me!"

"So was it just guilt? Is that why you did this?"

"You don't understand anything! You don't feel anything!"

"You're not my mom."

"I don't know!! I'm just making stuff up!"

"I don't know what I'm doing, and I have to! I have to because he's relying on me!"

"I have a kid."

"You are in the wrong place, and you have become the wrong thing."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not sure I'd want to see the sort of place you actually 'fit in'."

"Your life is not negotiable."

"I'm fine. Go again."

"Remember, there's nothing he can do that you can't."

"(Name) was never supposed to get this far. You know that."

"GET YOUR BUTT BACK UP IN THE AIR WHERE IT BELONGS!"

"Gentle motivation is a mom skill. You'll learn it."

"Funny how life works."

"Thank you for looking after my... For looking after (name)."

"You are a credit to... whatever species it is you belong to."

"I'd say you shine like new."

"How do you know if you love something? Some... one?"

"Sometimes hearts have their own conversations."

"Sometimes, to survive, we must become more than we were programmed to be."

"I need you to promise me one thing: a truce."

"He'll be here. I know he will."

"You seem... happy."

"Despite my cheery demeanor, I am unfeeling, inflexible, and morally neutral."

"Lying your butt off back there!"

"I'm already home."

"It's all you. Make it look good."

"We need everything inside that head of yours."

"Can I keep just... one?"

"What happened was not your fault."

"What you did to try and fix it is everything."

"I love you... Mom."

"Male bovine excrement!"

"Now say I'm cool. And don't lie."

"(Name) has nothing to do with this."

"We will just keep coming until we have you!"

"Don't be afraid."

"Whoa-whoa-whoa! D-Don't you need that?!"

"I have everything I need."

"Do not scare me like that again."

"If they come back, I'm gonna bite them."

"They will just keep coming until they have me."

"We can fight them off as many times as we need to."

"There are things there that I must put right."

"What if I need to tell you something, and you're not here?"

"When it is time, I promise I will find my way home."

[lady-mole]

Alright, let's do this thing !

1. Well, obviously, a mole ! More precisely the european mole ! :3

2. I'm pretty sure that would be some food ! I love to make him discover french deserts, like macarons ! I am not the best cook, though, so I usually buy those ! :3

3. Oh, I LOVE watching TV with my fo ! :3

4. Well, we have someone to do most of the chores (her name is Barbara, and she is very sweet, by the way), and I insist on cleaning the bedroom myself, so that doesn't leave much for Lord Mole to do ! :3

5. ... I don't have a driving licence, so I'd have to trust him anyway ! x3

6. I don't have any particular ringtone for him ! I should fix that ! :o

7. He might, he is a feisty one...

8. Well, even if he doesn't really mention soulmates, he does believe we were brought together by the Great Digger's* will, which quite ressemble the context of soulmates. In fact, when we think about it, the subject really is interesting : what's a soulmate ? Well, if you read Plato (the rest of this answer had to be cut to prevent massive boredom)

*The God of Mole people, mentioned by Lord Mole in the Sims2 GBA.

9. Well, I don't have any friend that's doesn't know about him yet, but I can tell you my family doesn't, and it wouldn't go well :'3

10. Well, I'm thinking of all of the possible ways we could have met, I do that a lot and it's really funny to do ! :3

11. Well, basically, we are very different, and yet, we complete each other perfectly, I think that describes perfectly our dynamic ! :3

12. I'd say a royal red ! :3

13. Pretty sure he would introduce me like I was the queen of the whole world, he is so proud he married me, for some reason, and I think it would go well, because his friends would understand how happy he is with his mariage, even if we're very different 🩷

14. I'm skinny, hairless, quite fragile, Lord Mole sees me as the cutest earthworm ever ! Which is ironical because I'm am afraid of earthworms ! x3🪱

15. Chocolate, because he knows it's my favorite food, and a huge hug, because hugs are my favorite thing in the world 🩷

16. In his head : "the magnificent queen of the entire world !" Aloud : Well, he says the same aloud ! x3

17. Lord Mole lives a life of infinite leisure, unlike me who works quite a lot, so he loves when I finally relax and watch TV with him... 🩷

18. With hugs. Hugs never lie. 🩷

19. He can't see very well, so he mostly loves my smell and voice, even if he says I have pretty teeth ! :3

20. I'm very patient, and he says that's what makes me a good queen and mom ! He really admire this ! :3🩷

21. Beautiful, I wouldn't even care if it isn't that good because he can't see very well, I'd cherish that drawing ! 🩷

22. Sometimes ! But I have a very small appetite, unlike him, so he gives me a veeeery small part of his food, and I'm totally full ! x3

23. He associates me with white, because I shine like a diamond, according to him 🩷💎

Tag list : @fictodreamer @vergils-beloved @fl0ralsxgar @zoroscanonhusband @arsene-fixates @cosmoproductions @xx-evilestyuri-xx @silver-heller @paulisperpostridie

F/O Ask Game!!

A list of questions to answer about your f/o!! You guys can just go down the list and answer them all (I'd love to see it!!!) in a reblog, orrr you can reblog and have others ask you these questions in your inbox! Have fun!! PR.OSHI.P, NOT FOR YOU!

What animal does your f/o remind you of?

If you got your f/o a gift, what would you get them? 

What is your favorite hobby to think about doing with your f/o?

What chores would your f/o do around the house? Are there any they REALLY dislike?

Would you trust your f/o to drive a car?

What kind of ringtone or notification sound would you have for your f/o?

Would your f/o fight someone online? 

Does your f/o believe in soulmates?

How would you introduce your f/o to your friends? How do you think that would go? 

What's the first scenario that comes to your head when you think of being with your f/o?

What dynamic would you use to describe you and your f/o? 

What color do you associate with your f/o? 

How would your f/o introduce you to those they care about? How do you think that would go?

What animal do you remind your f/o of?

What would your f/o get you for Valentine's day, if anything? 

What does your f/o call you in their head? What do they call you aloud/to others?

What does your f/o like doing with you the most? 

How does your f/o show their love best? 

What's your f/o's favorite feature of yours?

What're your f/o's favorite personality traits of yours?

If your f/o drew you, how would you describe the art piece?

Does your f/o share food with you?

What color would your f/o associate you with?

What?? Who's tagging their friends again?- not me... I just really wanna see yalls answers. Formal invitation lest you become worried I don't wanna see it. @jpeg-indulgence @starshakez @moxanji-real @frankys-wife @katsenbergs-soulmate @katanahusband @fl0ralsxgar @one-winged-dreams AND LITERALLY ANYONE WHO SEES THIS.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

Is this a shared acct or do you just swap between all your names after every msg?

i swap between all my names :3 makes things fun

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Quest Continues...

(part 1- part 2)

[serpentface]

Full ref outline of the main White Calf characters, a dysfunctional noble family and two monks, all tied with the titular sacrificial wild oxen calf.

Left to right: Couya Haidamane, Faiza Haidamane, Janeys Haidamane, Hibrides Haidamane (née Uryashta), Brakul 'Red-Dog', Palo Apolynnon, Tigran Otto.

Design notes and very brief character summaries below the cut

Couya Haidamane

Odonii priestess, assigned to the sacrificial white calf, pretty sure that God has chosen her as Its emissary. Half sister to Faiza and Janeys. Constantly three seconds away from killing Janeys with a rock. Friends with Hibrides.

Has an awkward demeanor, doesn't talk much, borderline humorless, both intentionally and inadvertently intimidates those around her, regarded as strange and unsettling, very much in her own head most of the time.

32 years old.

Wardi and Titen-Wardi, born and raised in the city of Wardin.

5’9’, yellow-brown eyes, light brown hair, lanky muscular build

Usually wears a men’s styled robe.

Wears a standard issue Odonii's veil and headband.

Almost always carrying her pistol with no sheath, and usually positions it to be prominently exposed.

Often wears her hair unbraided, which is somewhat unconventional.

Terminal resting bitch face and signature cold, dead eyed stare.

Has a mole on the left side of the face, above the lip.

Routine bloodletting scars on the side of her left index finger.

Doesn't wear jewelry unless she has to.

Faiza Haidamane

Senior Odonii priestess, personal friend of the king and a de-facto leader of the pilgrimage, sister of Janeys and half sister to Faiza. Just desperately trying to make sure everything goes alright.

Skilled with diplomacy, shrewd and pragmatic, charismatic and confident, has a bit of a martyr complex about protecting those around her and enjoys power.

35 years old.

Wardi and Titen-Wardi, born and raised in the city of Wardin.

5’6’’, gray eyes, brown hair, wiry build

Hair is almost always braided and worn down the front.

Wears a standard issue Odonii's veil and headband.

Likes to keep her arms bare, and usually wears her cloak around the waist outside of blazing sun or very cold conditions.

Wears a lapis lazuli necklace

Has a serpent pelatoche bracelet she wears on her left wrist, a gift from the king Stavis Amanti.

Really likes the color blue (blue clothing is typical wear for Odonii but it's a thing for her specifically)

Routine bloodletting scars on her lower left forearm.

Janeys Haidamane

Unaccomplished wealthy brat mercenary, is in command of 25 soldiers entirely due to nepotism via Faiza. Married to Hibrides and sworn brother/lover to Brakul.

Generally regarded as unpleasant and an all-around jackass, perpetually anxious and spiteful, superstitious and intensely religious, low self esteem.

34 years old.

Wardi and Titen-Wardi, born and raised in the city of Wardin.

5’6’’, gray eyes, brown hair, wiry and stocky build

Upper arms, thighs, chest and back are covered in razor scars inflicted by Brakul.

He and Brakul have a matching scar through their left eyebrow.

Routine bloodletting scars on his palms and left thumb.

Hair is usually worn slicked back with (obnoxiously scented) oil. When untreated, it’s wavy and falls in a part down the middle.

Has sideburns and a thin beard on his chin. This is the full extent of facial hair he can grow.

Almost always wearing at least one pelatoche charm, usually as a cloak clasp.

He and Faiza look very alike and can pass for twins.

He and Couya share a signature dead eyed stare

Hibrides Uryashta

Daughter of an Erubinnos chancellor, brought along with the wives of noblemen attending the pilgrimage. Miserably married to Janeys. Has a strained platonic emotional affair with Brakul. Friends with Couya.

Shy and somewhat lonely, very nervous about her presentation, very intelligent, frequently condescending, puts up a serious and tough front but is very sensitive. Heavily germaphobic.

5’2’’, hazel eyes, dark brown hair, delicate build

Yuroma-Wardi, born and raised in the city of Erubinnos.

29 years old.

Always well protected from the sun, rarely seen outside without a hat or veil.

Her hair is kept in very long braids, worn down the back.

Wears closed toed high heeled shoes, which keep the wearer away from dirty city streets.

Usually bedecked in jewelry, especially fond of pearls. Has a particularly fine odatochent necklace.

Really likes wading birds and ducks, a lot of her clothes have bird motifs.

Routine bloodletting scars on her right thumb.

Brakul 'Red-Dog' (actual full title- Brakul virsum Kuligan et Borunil an Briyonis ne-Taig an Bict-Urbinnas)

Originally of the Bict-Urbinnas people and considered a 'heathen' by most compatriots, mercenary with a passion for riding sports. Mostly present on the pilgrimage due to nepotism by proxy. Illegitimate father of Hibrides' children, sworn brother/lover of Janeys.

Usually quiet and placid, calculating and thoughtful, prone to startlingly intense emotional outbursts and fits of melancholy and just really fucking annoying self-pity.

37 years old.

Bict-Urbinnas, born and raised in southeastern Greathill in the Erubin River Valley.

6’2’’, brown eyes, light red-brown hair, heavyset muscular build.

Doesn’t particularly like cloaks, and usually wears a less common tunic over his robes.

Has tattoos- clan identifiers on his face and family history on his upper arms, a purely decorative dog over his heart.

Usually keeps his arms covered in public to minimize annoying questions about aforementioned tattoos

Face and forehead is frequently sunburnt, a problem of his own creation (he doesn’t like hats)

Usually wears riding boots and spurs.

Head shaved close to the scalp

His upper arms, shoulders, chest, back and thighs are covered in razor scars inflicted by Janeys. The dog tattoo is avoided.

Matching eyebrow scarification with Janeys.

Palo Apolynnon

Newly initiated Galenii monk, son of glass traders from Godsmouth, assigned with Tigran to the sacrificial white calf.

Thoughtful and analytical, somewhat catty and vain, suspicious of others and slow to trust. He's going through several personal crises that have him under a lot of stress, and has a fairly pleasant (if guarded) personality under normal circumstances.

23 years old.

Kos-Wardi, childhood spent in the imperial city of Godsmouth with a few years in Kosov.

5’10’’, brown eyes, light ash-brown hair, very skinny, lanky build

Has dark purplish-gray patches on his skin from use of hidije in his youth, an (ineffective) alchemical treatment for epilepsy

Only wears his sunglasses in particularly bright conditions/around water (having picked up on sunlight on water being a trigger)

Large forehead and long face.

Benefits socially from not being visually identifiable as a eunuch, though his facial hair has stopped growing.

Usually keeps his hair in a single braid, wrapped around the front (somewhat unconventional)

Has one iron ring per ear, showing he is a 1 year Galenii initiate.

Usually wearing a standard issue Galenii robes, cloak, and sash.

Tigran Otto

Galenii monk since the age of 11, son of immigrant Ubiyan laborers, assigned with Palo to the sacrificial white calf.

Nervous, cowardly, impulsive, a fast and excessive talker, superstitious, very book-smart but devastatingly foolish in action.

19 years old.

Ubiyan, born in a farming village on the Brilla river, has lived in the city of Wardin since the age of 11.

4’11’’, brown eyes, brown hair, short and heavyset build

Perpetually sweaty

He has five iron rings per ear, a sign of a fully initiated Galenii.

His features are considered soft and androgynous, and he is easily visually identified as a eunuch.

Keeps his head shaved to stubble.

Usually wearing a standard issue Galenii robes, cloak, and sash.

Wears a Galenii ceremonial dagger and routinely takes it out to fidget with it.

[meamiki]

a star being appeared in your apartment, wdyd?

(aka loop getting reverse isekaied into the modern office au)

also there are some scattered mumblings on loop in this AU under the cut actually in an rb now link right here if anyone's interested (spoilers for all of ISAT, including 2hats!)

[camels-pen]

ponder for a moment, zosanuso with Zoro realizing he likes pet names

Sanji and Usopp get together first. They are very lovey dovey and sappy because Sanji is lovey dovey and sappy and Usopp loves it, gets very swept away with it, and does his best to reciprocate. This shit is practically the bane of Zoro's existence. And that's not even getting into the pet names.

Some time later, he's got the realization that oh, huh, he likes Usopp. And oh, ugh, he likes the Cook too. And he might lament his own feelings about it, but eventually he tells them and then Zoro has two boyfriends.

And then one morning, Usopp comes to breakfast looking incredibly sleepy, and casually gives a "Morning, babe" to Zoro before taking his seat.

And Zoro finds he likes that. He really really likes it. And he's definitely showing it on his face somehow because soon after Sanji is ranting and raving about Zoro being an absolute hypocrite, because how dare he complain all this time about Sanji and Usopp calling each other honey and cher and darling, when he was just as bad as them-

Usopp is more awake now and trying not to laugh, for Zoro's sake. Zoro is very red and keeps trying to interrupt Sanji, but Sanji just talks louder over him. Zoro would start a fight, but Sanji hadn't finished serving breakfast yet and his arms are full of plates so he's forced to suffer.

[deoidesign]

Someone killed my boss last night and he sent me this I'm so fired

god I can't wait to make this comic.

[mustasekittens]

congratulations christopher!

self indulgent near-future in which when christopher graduates high school buck n eddie take hiim to hawaii to celebrate and they all have a nice vacation over here. friend n i were brainrotting it a bit and we decided buck definitely hyperfixated on hawaii and stuff (history, nature, geography, mythology, etc)

[charmac]

[phannie-by-night]

Ok gang so I don't know how many people follow my main but

I randomly got a (likely wrong recipient) email for entering the Webbys??

So now I'm sat here like. Should I try to nominate No But Seriously Imagine It for a Webby

[spotaus]

New Age Au (Nighttime Worries)

Okay remember how I said I'd be back? Yeah. I'm unwell. This is a shorter one that I think could definitely be approved upon, but I live for posting drabbles so 🫡🫡 good luck soldiers <3

This is an Error pov set maybe a month or two after Night became small.

Also @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens and @mutzelputz ! Welcome back! :]

   "Nightmare?" Error's voice broke through the blackness of the space outside his workshop. The inside wasn't much brighter, a few loose blue strings being the only thing giving the room a faint glow. "What're you doing up here so late?"

   There was no point in titles right now. Error had always been pretty bad about using then, but especially now that the king was... younger than him. Now that Nightmare was smaller.

   Besides, it was the middle of the night, up in the top room of a fairly tall tower. He was the only one who came up here, and he'd know if there was anyone aside from Nightmare around.

   The King had come to his door, and now stood outside it. He had his cloak wrapped at his shoulders, but Error was pretty sure he could see the soft, thin, purple of his sleepwear. He didn't even see Night's mask. It was just that soft white eyelight peering up at him in the dark.

   "I... I'm not sure." Nightmare replied quietly.

   Error let a breath pass between them.

   Silence.

   "You're not sure?" Error repeated incredulously.

   Surely Nightmare wasn't visiting for no reason. Surely the king hadn't just popped by far into the night for fun.

   Nightmare seemed to clutch at his cloak a bit tighter.

   "I was in my study reading over documents, and I mentioned being thirsty, so Dust left to go get Ccino up and have him make something." He explained, then. The words coming quickly. "They took longer than I expected, so I moved to go meet them, but-" His breath quickened.

   Error was piecing it together now. The stiffness. The rapid way he'd grabbed for the strings which would alert Error to his presence.

   "I swore someone was following me, and you were the nearest." He finished, his eyelight dragging away to gaze back at the stairs behind him.

   They were cold, and unwelcoming, and curved shortly out of sight into a dark pit. Away from Error's guiding lights.

   Error gazed at Nightmare as he gathered a few more strings from his sockets. The magic spooled and glowed between his fingers, growing bright enough to cast Nightmare's shadow. Long and tall. Like his old form.

   He wasn't focusing much on that, though. More, the dark circles that seemed to be under Nightmare's sockets. They made him look so weary, and sad. Tired.

   "Well, I can tell you no one followed you up here. I'd know." Error offered him the quick comfort, and watched as Nightmare gave a hesitant little nod. Though, he couldn't seem to draw his gaze away.

   It was like he was straining to hear any little noise. See any hidden face in the darkness.

   Error sighed to himself.

   Internally, of course. He wasn't that comfortable around the king. If only because he doubted the jumpy ruler would appreciate a fond sigh in the midst of his worry.

   He'd heard from Ccino that Nightmare tended to get worried, and seen it enough times now that he had been spending more time outside his workshop.

   "We should go back to your study, your highness." Error suggested, his strings already flying behind him, clutching and wrapping at his current project. Pulling it towards him, slinging in a satchel to hold tight to his side.

   Nightmare glanced back to him briefly. In worry.

   "If Ccino and Dust are both up and they get back to find you missing?" He asked loosely, "They're going to turn the castle upside down."

   Something in that seemed to register for Nightmare, because he seemed to jolt and look fully towards Error.

   "You're accompanying me?"

   Error really held in that fond sigh this time. He cursed himself for picking up on that habit from his brothers.

   "Sure. I mean, who am I to deny a chance to work in the study again?" He joked, before changing his tone slightly. "Plus, I have my magic. Anyone following you would be dusted before they could try anything."

   This seemed to finally reassure Nightmare enough.

   Error didn't think about Night's past all that often. He certainly thought of the king, but never what led him to feel so vulnerable. He figured it wasn't just that loss of magic.

   Error stepped out of his workshop and stood beside Nightmare on the small landing.

   They were very close. Close enough that Error's bones fizzled with the ghost of pressure as Nightmare's robe fell into one of Error's arms.

   He flinched away, and Nightmare did the same with a quick little 'apologies'.

   They stood there a moment, collecting themselves, before Error started down.

  

   The stairs were long, and cold, and Error regretted his choice to not slip on his sandals before exiting his workshop, but there was no way he was turning around and being a big baby about it.

   He kept a sense on Nightmare. His shoes clicked quietly and diligently against the tone, Light little patters just behind him.

   Error remembered a time when he used to move in complete silence. He preferred it like this.

   The steps were illuminated in blue magic, a Cyan coating every crack and crevice, giving them a little bubble of sight coming directly from Error's hand where he held the wad of illuminating magic.

   It wasn't a very long trip. Not at all. But the quite felt tense and nervous. Error figured it was just Nightmare's worries feeding into his own tired energy. He'd not slept yet either.

   Soon enough they came to the break in the hall, where the arch to the stairway intercepted the main hallway between the Twin's wing (the one where Nightmare resided with the Knights) and the rest of the castle.

   Error hadn't realized how true it was that Night must've panicked halfway to his destination and rushed up to Error.

   The hall was quiet so far, and devoid of people, so he led the charge into the wide, cold space.

   The floors here had nice rugs lining the center, and he hopped onto the island of comfort away from the ruthless stone. Nightmare followed him swiftly.

   He tried to appear comfortable, because he could tell Nightmare was staring. He always did that when he was trying to figure something out.

   Something about feeling emotions when he was big and goopy. He couldn't do it anymore.

   "Still clear." Error reported, and Nightmare nodded again.

   They moved towards Nightmare's wing.

   Error hadn't been here long, but he knew that Nightmare's wing was where he had his room, one he's had since childhood, his study, and the rooms where his knights had all eventually ended up.

   It wasn't separated by a physical barrier, but no one dared to go into it unless they were invited by Night or the Knights. Or Ccino.

   Error has had permission since first arriving, Nightmare insisting if he needed anything he could come searching. Error had never taken the offer before all this.

   Of course, now was different.

   Now the king was small, and his age, and they were friends. Or, he hoped they were, at least.

   They moved quietly down the hall, passing rooms Error figured held Nightmare's resting elite guard. Or, maybe they were all off doing projects. He was pretty sure Cross was the only one with a decent sleep schedule among them.

   Regardless, there wasn't any sign of movement, no other souls anywhere in the stretch of hall.

   When they arrived to the study door, it was slightly ajar.

   Error held out an arm, halting both himself and Nightmare just outside. A glance revealed Nightmare was surprised to see the door open.

   Nightmare always closed doors behind him. It was a force of habit Error had seen plenty of times.

   "Dust?" Nightmare tentatively called out.

   Thank the gods Nightmare has faith in his knights. The thought that Dust might be inside hadn't even crossed is mind.

   Error flinched slightly as the door swung inwards, revealing Dust.

   He seemed to scan the hall, quickly taking in the scene. Error, standing partially between Night and the door. Night unharmed.

   "My lord, you had me worried." Dust said quietly, that voice low and almost a mumble.

   He moved out into the hall, past the two of them.

   Dust was short. Nearly shorter than Nightmare. He'd apparently never been tall, if the joking he'd heard was to be believed.

   Nightmare muttered an apology, quietly, and Error grumbled a bit to himself as Nightmare started around him, towards the study.

   He followed, quickly moving from carpet to stone to carpet again.

   He stayed on the ground just long enough for Nightmare to get comfortable on one of his sofas, where a few documents were strewn, before pulling himself and his project up into the air. To the small platform of strings he'd been constructing among the rafters of the high-ceiling. 

   "Nightmare, you alright?" Dust questioned more quietly once he shut the door, "Why'd you leave?"

   Error watched from his perch as Nightmare sunk in on himself a bit. Though he didn't flinch away as Dust took up a spot on the nearest chair.

   "I thought I heard something, so I came to find you." He said smally. "But I thought I heard it again in the hall, and I wasn't sure how far away you had gone to find Ccino, so- so I rushed up to Error's workshop instead of coming back."

   Dust seemed to think about it for a second, before he nodded to himself. Error couldn't see his eyelights thanks to the angle.

   "Alright, I understand." He said simply, "I apologize for leaving you alone like that."

   Nightmare just nodded a bit to himself, turning back to his papers.

   "It's alright. Error brought me back safely." He said, then.

   Error was glad he was up in his perch, because Nightmare's voice was very nice when he was calm. And it felt really nice to have Nightmare speak highly of him. He tried not to react as he saw Dust lift his skull and squint up at his platform among the shadowy rafters.

   He stuck a hand out, the one with the strings still glowing around it, and gave a thumbs up to the knight.

   He was well aware the Knights weren't all that trusting of him. But, then again Error was the newest one, and seemingly someone Nightmare had decided to trust all on his own.

   Though, Dust seemed different. He just nodded and focused again on Nightmare. He didn't chastise him for sticking around or bother him to come down.

   In the ensuing silence, Error got to work unraveling his project from his satchel.

   The glowing string moved about to light the dim space, as a few well-placed pulls allowed the pieces of his work to gently spread out onto the woven ground of his platform.

   Several arrowheads were spread before him, a few shafts discarded to the side. Each arrow point was covered in different magical layers, some looser than others, some more obvious.

   Error had been working for a bit now on an idea he'd had when he first got to the town where the wizards had been setting up for the King's arrival. To impress him, and hopefully be hired.

   One of those people had been accompanied by an archer, and their showing had been of magic-tipped arrows that could harness blue magic once they were stuck inside, forcing an enemy to a full stop if they were hit.

   It was a clever idea, but it was a one-trick show, and could only be used by the monster shooting them because they had a blue soul trait. Humans, non-patience monsters, they'd be out of luck.

   Error wanted to try something like that, but better. Use pre-made arrows and find a way to easily coat them in his magic. His strings always stayed, and the potency always remained strong, no matter how far away he was. He'd not realized that back at school, when he was testing something at his house, and accidentally set a room on fire back at the academy with strings he'd left behind.

   Though, progress had been slow. It was hard to work with materials he didn't make, but it made no sense to craft them from scratch himself, it'd be a waste of time to make enough for the entire guard, especially since arrows were a one-time use.

   The ones he'd made technically worked, but the strings either dulled the point, or loosened on impact and were easy to pull out. He needed them to stay put.

   Oh.

   An idea rushed into his head, and he scooped up one of his unused arrowheads, spinning it between his fingers, before collecting more of his magic and getting to work on his idea.

   It didn't take long, not at all, but it took just long enough that he hadn't noticed Ccino enter the room.

   Error rolled to the edge of his platform, leaning over a bit, to spot that Ccino was now sat on the couch beside Nightmare, the king tucked into the older skeleton's side. Was he shivering?

   Error figured that, just maybe, Nightmare wouldn't be in the mood to look at his deadly magical weapon right this second. He was fine with that, he'd just show him tomorrow. Or whenever he visited again.

   Before he could commit to rolling back out of sight, he found his eyelights meeting Ccino's over Nightmare's skull.

   "Oh, Error!" He greeted quietly. Ccino was always careful around him. Not unkind. "Would you like some tea? Dust's not having any, so I have an extra cup."

   The offer was surprising, and Error debated.

   Sure, why the hell not. He hadn't had tea in a while, and should probably drink something.

   He wordlessly rolled off his platform, one hand ensuring strings dropped him gently to the carpet behind the couch that Nightmare and Ccino were sat on.

   Ccino smiled at him, gently nudging Nightmare to sit up so that he could pour a new cup.

   When Night straightened, he wiped at his sockets before turning around to face Error. One hand held his tea gently, the other was free and braced against the wooden couch back.

   It seemed like he was going to say something, when he blinked and focused in on Error's hand.

   "Oh! You were working on a project?" He asked quietly, and Error internally cursed his habits.

   He still had the arrowhead loosely draped from strings in his other hand. He hadn't even realized it. It was just easier to not forget where he put things if he kept hold of them.

   "Yeah. It's... not finished yet. This is just the best version I have right now." He said, lifting his hand up so that Nightmare could see it better.

   By proxy, the other two could see it as well. Ccino returned with the cup, and held it out on its saucer to Error over the back of the couch.

   He didn't seem offended when Error used strings to grip it and hold it. It was easier to keep from spilling, and free up his hands as he did other tasks. He had better awareness with his strings than he did his normal body.

   "Mm. Magic arrows, like from the Wizard Tryouts?" Dust spoke up from his seat a bit further away.

   Nightmare blinked in surprise as he seemed to be reminded of that showing. Then his brow furrowed. "Didn't you say that those were poorly designed?"

   It was true, Error had given a full report on why he hadn't been impressed by anyone else at the showing once he was hired. He was surprised Nightmare's remembered it.

   "Those ones had shit design, yes." He confirmed, flicking his wrist so the strings shortened and pulled the arrow closer to his palm. "These ones aren't custom-made. It's your regular everyday arrow with a sleeve that wraps tight to the arrowhead."

  

   He couldn't help himself as he stepped a bit closer to the couch. "The ideal design would be something that stays on when entering the target, but remains in the wound after the arrow is removed." His strings shifted, he used his free hand to point to a band of bright blue wrapped around the center of it. "This version adds barbs to the edges, so as long as it stayed on until it hit the target, it would leave blue magic behind, dug into the wound"

   He jostled his hand a bit so the string would allow it to spin a bit. "Of course, this sort of design would only work being made of my magic, but if I made enough tiny sleeves anyone in the guard could have some nasty archery shots."

   He was grinning. He always got excited when he got to explain his creations. They were his pride and joy.

   "Gods, that's... a little terrifying, kid." Dust said with a weary chuckle.

   Error's offense, though, was quickly overridden by a motion from Night.

   The King reached a hand out to gently cup under the arrow as it swung to a stop.

   "I think it's very clever!" The King said slightly, eyelight plastered on the prototype weapon, "It's far more efficient than training our magic users in blue magic, and would certainly take enemies out with less arrow cost and man-power on our end."

   That was exactly it. Error was always relieved when the two of them were on the same page.

   "You were right Error, your design is far more impressive than that man's was." Error was less relieved when he recieved a compliment. It always felt jarring and undeserved.

   And yet Nightmare always seemed to genuine.

   "Of course it's better, my liege." He said, grinning as he retracted his hand. The arrow moving with it. "It hasn't been tested, though, so I'll need to continue working on it before we can be sure." He redirected, trying very hard to hope he hadn't blushed at the kind words.

   Nightmare hummed, "Right. I'm sure we can arrange for a few archers to try them out once you're ready." He agreed gently. "Thank you for sharing your design early, Error. It's always a treat."

   Ohh. Nightmare why infront of the others??

   Error nodded, "I'll let you know when I think I have the perfect version to test." He agreed, before stepping away to let his strings tug him back up into the darkness, along with his newly acquired tea.

   The others spoke for a bit longer below, but Error hardly listened. His cheekbones were surely flushed, and his hands shook a bit. He had to reply on pure stubbornness to continue improving on the design and not get caught up in the thoughts of how much he enjoyed Nightmare's company.

   He just had to get this right.