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ravenquingvax · 4 years ago

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Critical Role Season 2 Episode 136 Thoughts (Part One) -

Wasn't in the mood for liveblogging last night, but here are the thoughts I had while watching!

Warning, this is long and loud and busy with little breathing space, read at own will!

-- STREAM START --

Well I just opened the stream and was greeted by a very smooth Fjord.

Hm.

Don't likey.

Just as well that I'm gonna be just listening again, rather than actually watching.

*shudders*

That was a really beautiful piece of fanart tho. 💙

Listening to the stream with no video is interesting, I've started learning certain audio cues off by heart now.

Such as when the art reel is about to end, when Matt is about to call the opening sequence and when the raven flies away during the opening sequence.

It's fun.

I've also gained much more respect for Matt's voice acting thanks to listening with no video. Like, I can see these NPCs from just hearing their voices???

I can't.

Matt is fucking amazing.

Love him so much. 💙

Sam messing up the name of CR's own book is a mood.

Also not having visuals for this AD bit is… hm.

ALSO LIAM TAKING SAM'S HAIR HDHABBAHSHD

MATT TAKING THE PINK COSTUME AHHDBSBA

TALIESIN TAKING TRAVIS' BITE GUARD

ASHLEY ACTING SO OFFENDED BY THE WHOLE BIT

i love these idiots

I struggle forming sentences too, Ash, you're okay 💙

I love how Laura's merch announcements end up being such emotional rollercoasters.

I'm still not over Vax and every time I see that raven fly away in the animated opening sequence it usually makes me think about him and all those "but what if he lived???" scenarios.

This usually distracts me for the first few minutes of gameplay after the opening.

I'm not okay. (:

Okay but Laura and Ashley are so good at singing, I'm feeling v gay rn.

Travis' high pitched laughter and wheezing makes me so happy??? Love him.

I really hate Cree.

I don't actually know why, but I honestly hate her so fucking much.

I'm still annoyed she wasn't one of the 3 Tomb Takers that got taken out.

But I don't know why???

Hope she falls soon.

I'm unsure if I actually genuinely ship shadowgast or if I'm just seeing vax'ilmore crumbs where they aren't.

On the subject of vax'ilmore, it is still my all time favourite Critical Role ship from my first attempt at watching Campaign 1 two years ago.

Shaun Gilmore is also still my all time favourite character from then too.

I don't want any more of the Nein to die, it would ruin me, but like… I'm craving it at the same time?

And I don't mean anyone dying to Lucien or Trent or the Sumnovum or any other big baddies like how Molly died to Lorenzo way back.

I wanna see someone die in a really dumb situation and there being nothing the Nein can do for them.

I want somebody to die in a really quiet and mundane way and for it to really shake the Nein up.

Idk why I want this??

I love all of the Nein and want them all happy and safe! Ya know?

But I CRAVE this kinda angst so fucking badly.

Laura got a natural 20!!

And so early on!!

Gods, I need Matt to narrate the Narnia books so fucking bad, man. His voice???

Ahhhh. 💙

Eye stuff??

Better vision??

True Sight??

OOO

I'm thinking of Delilah seeing Trinket in a Percy costume again.

WAIT IS THIS CANON CONFIRMATION????

ARTIE IS SPRINKLE????

ARTAGAN I LOVE YOU

Thanks for bringing this up, Caleb! Theory confirmed!

Also fuck you, Professor Thaddeus!! :(

Also ARTAGAN!!

Poor Yasha. XD

ALSO CALEB HEARD BEAU'S THOUGHTS IN HIS HEAD

also yasha my beloved 😭

ALSO VETH

YCTXRX3rzcyfe63gcfs

This has been a moment.

Also fuck Lucy.

Lucy is a bitch.

Also Devexion was hot, ladies, you're not wrong.

Also it's not even been a fucking hour yet and so much just fucking happend.

Hoo boy.

Also did Travis just say "can't believe the fucking weasel is Artagan"???

Mood, Trav, Mood.

Cad, Beau, Caleb???

o shit

Weird growly noises??

Niceeee

Love that!!

"the skinned doggies with the eyeball tails" - Love that mental image, thanks LIAM

Minutes have passed but literally all I'm imagining now is a tiny crimson weasel choking out Vax'ildan.

HELP

31. Nice, Cay. Nice.

Also I love Essek's voice???

I feel drunk whenever I hear it??? I don't get that???

(I've not had alcohol since 25.12.2020, before you ask)

But it feels so good

Gilmore's voice also has this effect on me??? His laugh especially so???

Could someone explain why this happens please???

okay yeah I ship shadowgast

TIME TRAVEL STUFF

WHA

DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT???

I WAS THINKING ABOUT GAY WIZARDS AND MISSED A BIT

CALEB PLEASE USE YOUR WORDS HONEY

But yeah, wowza ma guys

SHADOWGAST

"I think he's coming onto you."

JESSIE THANK YOU

"It's complicated."

LIAM O'BRIEN

SHIT MONSTER

also wow vethhhh

"don't come out of the closet"

Fucking

Hnnn

THAT CALLBACK TRAVIS

poor Kiki 😔💙

She's not even in this campaign and she keeps getting shade

I love when the cast actually whisper when sneaking as if the monster will hear them---

The cast are self aware

Love these pretty fools

Marisha questioning how they've managed to run an actual real company--

"We took 3 minutes to achieve nothing."

"I'll stay near the rear in case I need to fill the hallway with death"

Uh, Caleb???

We just gonna gloss over that???

Okay then!

"Skyrim Wheels Of Cheese"

I WANNA LIVE IN A SKYRIM HOUSE-

(thanks again Liam)

I am struggling to focus once again.

Hnn.

Fun.

This stream has already greatly improved my mood, I'm actually grinning???

Thanks Critical Role 💙

Sprinkle has murdered The Champion Of The Raven Queen for shits and giggles.

SAVING THROW OH FUCK

FUCKING LUCY & CREE

FUCK

"saucy DM"

LIAM PLEASE

72 POINTS OF PSYCHIC DAMAGE

YASHA IS OUT NO

WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT NOT DYING TO LUCY

FUCK

It's time to spaghettify Cree~

Thanks Cad

Clutch Spare The Dying 💙

I tuned back into Marisha saying "sexy robot". Nice.

My brain is turning into Tubby Custard at this rate.

I don't even like the fucking Teletubbies but that pink shit is burned into my head.

The Teletubbies would so be members of The Tomb Takers, those mother fucking creepy fuckers.

They literally have TVs in their bellies that scry on people???

Fuck that so much

I feel nauseous.

So much has happened.

My face is blushing.

My hands are shaking.

Hooooo.

And we've not been to break yet. Nice. Fun.

PRESIDENTIAL ALERT:

THE MONSTERS ARE FIGHTING 💙

Caleb is the bomb defusal squad. 💙

MATT STOP LEAVING THEM ATTENTION STEALERS I'M NERVOUS

"Caleb and Caduceus in the caboosus" MATH-CHEW

FJORD PANICK THROWING HIS HEALTH POTION TO CALEB GRSVJHRSF 💙

SAMUEL THIS SPELL DESCRIPTION

34 STEALTH NICE

AH WAIT

AMBUSH ALERT

OH FUCK

BE CAREFUL VETH

ITS MOTHER FUCKING MISS FUCK FACE AND MR WHY-WONT-YOU-JUST-STAY-DEAD-MY-FUCK

Hi, Lucy. [-_-] Now would you kindly walk into an Inuit Charge you lil bitch?

Essek and Gilmore's voices turn me into goo

While Lucien's voice turns me into a bloodthirsty, tired, overworked, annoyed as fuck parent on coffee

But yeah, I'm having BAD VIBES™ again

BREAK TIME

fuxk u math-chew (affectionate)

Liam's narration for this Dwarven Forge ad tho 👀

"I can't wait to give Taliesin a hug"

"I think you were my last hug, Taliesin"

ASHLEY

DANI

PLEASE 😭

Laura Bailey's voice is like a warm hug after a snowstorm. 💙

Oh no, it's this Sam Prime Subscription AD

Fuck

GOODBYE

THE HEADPHONES HAVE BEEN REMOVED

Can we kill Cree?

Can we please kill-

CAN WE PLEASE JUST GET RID OF CREE

IM BEGGING

I'VE BEEN SAYING THIS SINCE THE TOMB TAKERS FOUND THE PARTY SLEEPING IN CALEB'S DOME OUT IN THE SNOW

Lucien is gonna personally kill someone, now, isn't he?

And all because I literally said nobody was allowed to die to his hands-

Also yeah CAN VETH SHOOT THIS BASTARD'S EYES PLEASE SO WE DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE CONE PLS-

i kinda want Caleb to flirt with Lucy to throw him off his guard ngl I do still ship lucigast :|

Unfortunately...

-- end of part 1 of 2 --

#critical role #cr spoilers #cr c2 e136 #WOW #long post #cw teletubbies #part 1 of 2 #lynias shut up challenge

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retvenkos · 4 years ago

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Congrats on 2.5k!! You're an amazing artist, and have no idea on how many times I've read your fics 😂 even tho I'm kinda shy to comment... sorry, I'll try to work on that 😅 Can I get a 🔥 for Narnia, Newsies and Harry Potter Next-Generation?

I'm a straight girl, INFP, Hufflepuff, Daughter of Athena (in Percy Jackson universe 😂). I really like to read, and watch movies or TV series, theater or... anything that tells a story, I really don't care about the media as long as they have a good story to tell. I also really like writing, I really write a lot about what I think, or some poems, or even have tried writing songs, but I have no music knowledge so... lol. I really love music, I've loved music since I can remember, and I'm currently trying to learn how to play guitar.

To me, the most important thing that I have are my friends, I appreciate them more that anything in this life and would give my life for them. But I'm not an affectionate person, it's kind of rare when I'm openly about how much I love them, and only with real close friends I tell them a little more often how much they mean to me, and I'm not really into physical touch either, just with really close people.

I love long talks where I can talk about... anything. I have so many thoughts about so many things, and I'd really like to share them with someone, and that person to tell me what they think too. I'm open minded, and if someone doesn't agree with me it's ok, but I really like to debate and be able to see everyone's point of view.

I don't tend to say when I'm feeling down, and I'm kind of good at hiding it, (I hide my feelings with humor lol) so... I have to be really sad to let people know about it (and just really close ones). I don't feel comfortable letting other people know when I'm not feeling well, and even if they know it's still rare that they could help me so... I just feel with it on my own (even tho it would be nice to have someone there sometimes). On the contrary, I'm always there to help everyone. Most my friends come to me for advice and I help them the best I can. So... I'm kind of the therapist friend that no one check how is doing lol

You could say I'm kind of a geek? Nerd? Whatever xD but I like to have fun (like... it's easier to get out of trouble when you're one of the "good kids" in class 👀 I still follow most of the rules tho, just know how to have my ways sometimes). I'm kind of the stereotype for Ravenclaw, but I'm a Hufflepuff xD so yeah... I really like music, and musical theater, and lots of reading. Love to spend time with my friends, but really enjoy time with myself. I spend most of my day daydreaming, and don't like to follow rules lol (But I'm the voice of reason with my friends. I don't like rules, but follow them... if it's necessary) . I hate people who are selfish, or that don't care about others. Also hate people who manipulate others or that get into "friendships" just to get something out of it (those are fake friends so).

So... yeah, that's it. I'm sorry if it's a lot, and no problem if you can't do it 😅 (also, I would love some rivals-to-lovers? If it's possible). Really love your work 💕

Pd. Sorry for my bad English 😅

HP Next Gen:

I ship you with James Sirius Potter!

so first of all, james sirius is one of those dorky jocks who is made up of lame jokes, poorly timed finger-guns, an inexplicable talent in school (despite rarely studying), and persuasion skills that somehow work on even the strictest of teachers.

it is from this that the rivalry between you is born. james sirius potter doesn’t have to do anything! he can run a hand through his god awful hair, give a teacher a grin, and his entire year is set. he can skip lessons for quidditch, where you get extra work when you were sick with dragon pox! it’s not fair that james sirius potter gets to waltz through this school like he’s all that, and the rest of you have to suffer.

at first, the rivalry wasn’t that bad, you just rolled your eyes in class whenever his obnoxious “thanks, professor” was heard over the din, or whenever you went to quidditch matches and he showed off on his broom, instead of doing his job as seeker (at which he was pretty good, not that you’d admit it).

BUT THEN,,,,, you become herbology partners, and things get bad. fast.

you get that harry potter is friends with neville but really? neville, head of gryffindor house, the most just of gryffindors, is letting james sirius potter leave class 20 minutes early because he has quidditch practice? practice that, mind you, doesn’t start until AFTER class has ended? your professor leaves you to do the work of two people all on your own because james sirius potter said it was cool that neville cut the head off of nagini? come on! everyone says that!

so you end up having to do extra work, which leaves less time for your other classes, and you have to do it in herbology - a class that has the potential to be deadly when difficult.

it’s not a week until you march up to gryffindor tower (which is a pain on the legs, especially since your common room is in the basement) and wait for james sirius to show his sorry face. he doesn’t come down until lunch time, and then you have to follow him down to the great hall, because he “didn’t have breakfast” and he needs to eat “for quidditch.” it’s annoying, and yet he’s smiling the whole time?

you tell him he can’t leave class early - you almost had your finger bitten off the other day because no one else was there to hold down the plant while you tried to pick off it’s petals.

he says he can’t, but he’ll do your essays or whatever. “that’s plagiarism, you realize that?” “alright, then i’ll give you my notes.” “you don’t take notes.” “then i’ll start.”

and this is clearly going nowhere, so you sigh and leave.

it’s probably not even two weeks later when you are going to neville. he’s the head of gryffindor house and the one who made this arrangement. can’t he do something? the professor tells you that he chose you to team up with james sirius because he knows you can handle it on your own - and then he gave you some lame excuse about why james sirius needed the extra time, something about him about to be promoted to team captain at the end of the year or whatever.

and next class, for the little time that james sirius is working with you, he teases you about how you went to the professor. it annoys you to no end.

about a week later, you come down with a cold - madam pomfrey says a lot of it is due to stress, and while she gives you a potion to help you out, your still sick for two days. the day you get better, it’s the weekend and you get up early with the plan to get to the teachers before the quidditch game starts and ask beg them for less homework, or at the very least pick up what you missed. it’s early - almost everyone is still asleep, and when you walk out of the common room, you see..... james sirius potter? he asks if you’re alright - he heard you were sick for a couple days. you’re a little too tired for this, so you just answer his questions, no complaining. he then hands you a stack of parchment. “what is this?” “notes, for the classes you missed.” “oh.” “and i know how you feel about the rules, so i didn’t actually write you a herbology essay, but i did give you a good outline.” “oh.... thanks.” “’course.” and he gives you one of his awkward smiles and a solitary finger gun. you roll your eyes, but wish him luck in the game. he’s a little shocked, but you say it’s against ravenclaw, and their egos need to be taken down a peg.

and from there you are a little softer toward james sirius, but he’s still annoying as hell.

i have a very vivid idea of you having gone to a quidditch game, and gryffindor, of course, won. you decide to wait in the stands until everyone clears out, because it’s easier that way, and you want to finish your popcorn, anyway. james sirius has lingered on the pitch with the current quidditch captain, and when he sees that you’re one of the few still lingering, he goes up to meet you. he sits down next to you and steals a bit of you popcorn, which makes you roll your eyes, and he says something like “i didn’t expect you to wait for me.” “i wasn’t.” “sure.” and the two of you sit there for a moment, james coming down from the high of winning, sharing the remnants of your popcorn. it starts to drizzle and james uses his wand to make an umbrella, and the two of you start up a conversation about whatever - definitely not school related, and not even quidditch related, just something out of the blue. it’s not until all of the popcorn is gone and it’s raining in earnest that the two of you walk to the castle, james laughing at his own jokes and you smiling despite yourself.

i also imagine that, when the two of you become better friends, james sirius has a quidditch accident where he maybe breaks his arm or something. you get to go into mom mode, and james sirius teases you, saying that he “didn’t know you cared.” and it’s reminiscent of the dialogue above, but instead of denying it, you say “of course i do, you idiot.”

alright i went off (and now i want to write a fic about this) but i think the two of you would be really cute together because james sirius would love to talk with you about everything. he has a whole lot of siblings, and as the oldest is great at keeping conversation and he’s also actually really good at reading a room, despite what he may pretend. he would know when you’re feeling bad, and he’s also really good at accurately finding your insecurities and then boosting your self-esteem in exact ways.

and i also think that you and james sirius are music enthusiasts. if you are a pureblood, he introduces you to the wonders of muggle music, and if you are a half-blood or muggle born, you bond over your favorite muggle artists.

also, i have this headcanon that james sirius learns the guitar so he can be a certified heartthrob™ and no doubt he got the idea from you - you were in the hufflepuff common room just messing around, and he notices your guitar. maybe you learn together?

and while james sirius isn’t much of a reader, he loves movies more than anything else, so the two of you definitely have marathons.

Narnia:

I ship you with Peter Pevensie!

alright, the two of you would have the sweetest, most supportive relationship I’ve ever had the pleasure of writing

this one is a certified friends to lovers because from day one, the two of you get along really well together. even though peter is a little more extroverted, he’s the older brother and has a lot of introverted tendencies because he’s tired™

there is nothing that peter would love more than going on a walk through the gardens with you, talking about your interests - he likes to steer the topics to what you like to do because (1) he likes the way your eyes light up when you talk about what you love, and (2) he is tired of talking about himself. as king, he’s only ever talking about the problems he’s facing, or big problems that cover all of narnia. the smaller interests you have are his respite, his chance to have a bit of normalcy, as a high king.

you are also both hufflepuffs, so you’re fiercely loyal to those you love, and you’re both hard workers - stopping at nothing to do what needs to be done. you are both there to bolster the other in their efforts, but also get them to relax at the end of the day, since caring as much as you do and working as much as you do is the definition of exhausting.

you’re also the parent couple! we have peter, the dad friend (complete with the worst dad jokes you have ever heard. they’re even worse when they’re “king” jokes which are like dad jokes 2.0) and you, the mom friend! together, you make sure that your friends (and subjects) are well taken care of. and you act like stand in parents for edmund and lucy, which is not only exhausting but rewarding.

now, even though peter is a very affectionate person, more than that he’s thoughtful and the moment he realizes you don’t like that, he’ll stop. he’s more than happy to just be near you - reading books or pouring over documents with your input (because he definitely gets your input on issues of state).

he also becomes big on getting you flowers or making you food (because headcanon that peter learns to cook in the cair paravel kitchens!). peter just has a lot of feelings, and as long as he has a way to express them, he’s good.

he loves it when you give him praise, so whenever the two of you are stargazing and you compliment him, he blushes deeply. use this power wisely, because he will blush a deep red, and it’s a little awkward when he’s the definition of heart eyes in the middle of a privy council.

Newsies:

I ship you with Crutchie!

alright, so you and crutchie are, once again, a really sweet couple.

crutchie loves your way with words - you have a tiny notebook that he got you as a present, one year, and you are constantly writing poetry in them. you will often show him your work, and he’s astounded with your level of craftsmanship. he’s told you on multiple occasions that you should write one of those poetry books that he sees well-to-do men buy for those they love, and you get al bashful, one of his favorite looks.

also, both of you are dreamers. you definitely have lots of talks together, usually when you’re doing something absent minded like mending clothes or selling on the same corner, and you talk at length about what you want for this world, and what you hope to do in it. crutchie has a big imagination, and so do you. sometimes, the two of you see who can make up the best, most random story.

also! in a high school! au the two of you are the sweetest, most unsuspecting rule breakers ever. i mean, you’re friends with race and albert, after all, there has to be a chaotic streak in you somewhere. everyone is genuinely surprised when they realize that you and crutchie have snuck out of class and pulled the fire alarm before.

the two of you are also big readers. i imagine that crutchie likes mystery novels a lot. idk why, exactly, but he loves sherlock holmes, so the two of you not only read books together, but rate the different versions of sherlock holmes adaptations. (modern! au, of course, unless benedict cumberbatch is making tv series in 1899)

you debate over which of you is watson and which one of you is holmes. you’re both really smart, so it’s hard to say which one of you gets sherlock rights.

also, both of you are really good at hiding when you are hurting or in pain. and yet, both of you are also really good at spotting it in the other, seeing as you know the tells of hiding. i think you are both really empathetic and would be good with each other - leaning on each other when necessary and always being attentive of the other. all around, you’re a great match.

also, in a modern! au crutchie would love the percy jackson series. the two of you would riot over the terrible live-action movie and be very excited when the disney+ series comes out (here’s to hoping they don’t botch it)

#2.5k celebration!#celebration #lxncelotships #i kinda went off with the james sirius headcanons but i got the vibes and now i want to write that fic lol

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cl-babydew · 5 years ago

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20.) “I’ll protect you no matter what...even if it kills me.” Debbigail

This was requested by @cartoonromantic(Wattpad). This ones a bit short compared to the others, but I think it came out pretty good! This one may or may not seem familiar to you guys. This is an old fic I wrote on here, but I chose to rewrite it cuz the sentence fit well! Plus it needed a touch up! XD Hope you all enjoy!

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Why did this have to happen?...

Now of all days?!

Last thing the two teen ducks knew contained them walking to an ice cream parlor with Louie, Huey, Lena, and Violet. Of course now of all days he and Webby would be tied upside down in an abandoned house with the Beagle Boys. They just never had good timing, did they? He should really get them a watch or something, but that’s besides his worries at the moment.

Blood continued to rush to their heads as they swung 10 feet above sold concrete. He wasn’t entirely worried, not only did he have a warrior by his side, but normally these chums were easy to get past. Hint...normally. Today they seemed a bit off. Some might’ve assumed it was because they weren’t really sure which set of beagles were with them; the three silhouettes lingering in the shadows. Even knowing this knowledge, Dewey’s confidence did not falter.

“We got this, Webby! We’ll get loose and show these no good for nothing puppies who’s boss!” He spat, his grin growing to the point a few teeth could be seen. His hands began to squirm, the movements causing them to sway a bit more than they already were. The blue triplet’s tongue stuck out in concentration while his face was painted over with determination.

His struggling came to an abrupt halt as he felt a warm hand clutch onto his cold one, tightly at that. “Webby?” Before he could voice his worry, the reasoning behind her action stepped into the light. All the color that once filled his face, drained, causing him to look paler then normal.

These weren’t their ordinary Beagle Boys. The originals couldn’t even hold a candle to them. They stood basking in the light’s glare, smirking smugly with a look of hunger in their eyes. A hunger for blood. Their blood.

Dewey yelped, squeezing Webby’s sweaty hand back in response to earlier, “The Tumblebums!” It’s no wonder his best friend’s been so uncharacteristically quiet.

He gulped, bitting on the inside of his cheek, hoping to hold enough confidence for the both of them. It was easier said than done if he were being totally honest. But he couldn’t let fear override him, for Webbys sake! He wouldn’t. He’ll be strong for the both of them.

His thoughts were interrupted by an earthquake vibrating his back. He pried his eyes away from the silent beagles. Dewey tried his best to look over his shoulder at his best friend, failing from the angle she was facing. He stubbornly settled on looking at the back of her head, harshly fidgeting along with the rest of her jolts. Worry began to bubble in the pit of his stomach. This seemed all too familiar to him. She was having a panic attack. Oh no...Why here?! Why now?! This is bad, this is-

“Hahahahaheeeeeehaaa..”

His head whipped around to the spine crumbling sound, sending shivers throughout his body. The laughed pierced through him, and if he were feeling this shaken up by their laughs alone, he doesn’t want to imagine how bad it might be for Webby. The poor girl continued to shake and hyperventilate. Her breathing was sharp and staggering by the minute against his back. Gosh he hated this. He wanted to envelope her in his arms.

“Dang ropes! Curse these creepy clown wannabes!”

His teeth gritted against the other, his free hand’s fist gripping tightly as it begun to tingle. He’s pretty sure he was seething at this point; the pot in his belly being close to overflowing. Past his fury, deep down he wished the beagles decided to stay quiet, they were surprisingly less scary that way. He also wished they haven’t even ended up in this situation in the first place. Oh did that ice cream sound pretty good right about now, it would do wonders in cooling that flame of his down. Guess he’ll settle for the cool wind lightly bristling against his forehead, sweeping his now messed up zoosh. They were going to pay! For his hair, and for scarring his best friend. They picked with the wrong duck.

But before he did anything, he needed to think, and in order to think straight, he needed to calm down. Also easier said than done. The blue duck closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. In...out...in...out...in- One of his lids happened to peak; he held the breath he currently took. One of the creepy clowns were right in his face. He could’ve sworn they were standing 10 feet away from him two minutes ago! He bit on the inside of his cheek nervously; his own breaths threatening to frizzle. “No!” His eyes snapped closed once more.

“For Webby; think Dewey! Don’t let them get in your head! For Webby’s sake! Think like you never thunk before!” He chewed back a whimper, “Please...just this once, brain?”

He just needed to focus..yea. He took another breath, allowing him to focus on the girls breathing. Did...did she get worse?! How come he didn’t notice?! He’s literally tied against her, how- “DEWEY!” He screamed at himself. This was no time to panic. Allowing his thoughts to settle on Webby only seemed to make things worse.

The boy paused after a bit of silence. He didn’t feel any presence anymore. That was...strange. Swallowing down fear wanting to leak through, he took the leap, his eyes snapping open...no one was there.

“What?...”

The room’s silence filled with high pitched sobs. His ears perked up, knowing all too well where they were coming from. His beak’s frown fell further. He wanted to cry along with her, but he knew he couldn’t. He can’t! He was their only hope out of here...he grimaced...oh boy, they were going to die here.

He shook his head, which stopped as soon as it began, “Wait...” his thoughts started to scramble around, “Why were they sent here if all they were going to do was stare and leave?!” His anxiety shot up, keeping him at alert as he bit down on his bottom beak. He really hoped they were gone, and for a while. He needed to think of a way out of these ropes. How long have they been hanging upside- wait a minute...why did the room look up right again? Did they?...NOOOOO! Of course not! They most likely tapped everything to the ceiling to make it look like they were facing up right again so they would lose their insanity quicker and break.

“Jokes on them because-“ yea...yea thinking about that now...he’s stupid. Sadly huffing out much needed air -they must’ve set them up right-,Dewey finally concluded. But why? He truly didn’t care, all he wanted was to get out of here, and that they’ll do! Well...he’ll do.

Dewey glanced back over to the girl, she seemed to have calmed down... “Hey Webs?”...

No reply. Holding back his pulse, he repeated, wincing at his voice cracking. Betrayal...utter betrayal.

Still nothing from the girl. His heart dropped all the way down to his webbed feet. No no no no- “Webby!? Webby, are you okay?! Webs!”

He hated this! He hated this! He hated this! He couldn’t see her face! Was she even alive?! “Don’t think such things! Check to see if she’s breathing first, you idiot!”

The teen duck held his breath, relying on their connected backs to pick up on her breathing. It took a lot in him to focus and not fall into a complete spiral, but thankfully after a few beats of his own heart, he felt her back rise and fall soothingly compared to earlier. The smile that graced his beak seconds prior, faded, “She must’ve knocked herself out after that episode she was having.” He mumbled to no one in particular. At least she was resting now; she deserved it after what she just went through.

Dewey turned away from her sagging head, taking in a refreshing breath of cool air. The frown he’s been carrying formed into a determined quirk, eyebrows knitted. He spoke up into the night, hoping his soft and comforting voice would reach her even in her current state, “Don’t worry, Webs; I’ll get us both out of here, you’ll see. I’ll protect you no matter what...even if it kills me. Just rest up, okay? You can trust me. Oh and if you can hear me, happy birthday.”

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Who says that a oneshot needs to have a satisfying ending? Or that it needed to be long? >X3 Writing gives me too much power, I’m sorry! To calm your nerves tho, they did get back home safely, and Webby is fine! No one messes with Donald’s babies! XD Unless...ya know..you rather think on the darker side... Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed! Bye!

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chidorifarcloud · 6 years ago

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Let’s get Personal?~

Star sign: Aries

Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first four songs that pop up:

It has Begun - Starset

Youngblood - 5 Second of Summer

Scars & Bruises - Epic Score (I like a ridiculous amount of instrumentals, I’m surprised I didn’t get more on shuffle XD)

War of Change - Thousand Foot Clutch

Grab the nearest book to you and turn to page 23, what line is 17?

“One pointy ear peeks out from the strands of hair of like a little mushroom, looking strangely fragile.” - Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami.

Ever had a poem written about you?

Not that I am aware of.

When was the last time you played the air guitar?

I don’t think..I have ever? XD

One sound you hate and one you love:

Really high pitched noises. I remember there was this just really high pitched car alarm going off one morning and I couldn’t tell WHO’s car if was. But it went off for like a hour and I thought I was going to climbs the walls.

I love the sound of rain & thunderstorms. Waves is also pretty close #1 for me.

Do you believe in ghosts?

Torn. Maybe? I had a few strange happenings as a kid that couldn’t really be explained. But maybe it was just my child brain being wibbly wobbly or maybe my adult brain likes to dismiss them as such. My mom believes the dead can visit us in our dreams, which is a nice thought. I did recently have a dream about my Dad, which was just us sitting around and talking. Even if it is just my memories my subconscious is putting together - it was still nice. Death was never something I have been super great with >.>;

Do you believe in aliens?

Out of all the many planets, solar systems, ect - I find it a bit hard to believe we are the only form of life. What kind of alignment happened that made US possible? And is it so unlikely for it to happen a second, third, fourth time? I believe there is definitely life out there, at what stages, who knows. Space is so vast and we have only seen a very small bit of it.

Do you drive and if so have you gotten in a crash?

Yes, but if I don’t have to, I rather not. SEVERAL. The worst one was my last. I was heading home from work. I was going up this small slope, only to see headlights right in front of me. I had a very “OH FUCK, my Dad is going to murder me” moment - which is the thought I had whenever I got into an accident. Thankfully, I have good RNG (kiiiidding). Okay, reflexes. For as clumsy as I am, I move fast. I managed to swurve enough for her to take out my passenger side. (which was thankfully, empty)

Oddly enough, I didn’t get that hurt from it, mostly bruising. This woman had made a U-turn, hit 2 other cars (one flipped), crossed the median and hit me - which then her car couldn’t go anymore.

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

No, makes me light headed.

Last movie you’ve seen?

7 in Heaven on Netflix, in theater? .. I think Meg? It has been a hot minute since we have been out to the movies.

Worst injury you’ve ever had?

I have a cut on my arm that required stitches. I guess that is the worst one. The short story to it is I got it trying to protect someone and I dumbly decided to block something with my arm. >.>;

Do you have any obsessions right now?

Mmm..not really. I have a very “gotta catch them all” personality trait. Which does cause me to get obsessed with something and decide I need EVERYTHING from that. Which as you can imagine is insane. The last thing was high end make-up/skincare. Which recently I have been going thru because I have a ridiculous amount of it..I think I threw out about $1000 in product with pass one. My goal is trying to get rid of things I don’t need and live a little bit more minimalist. Not to like..a crazy point, but substantially lower my amount of stuff.

Patches still can make me mildly obsessive if there is a new glam or something I want. Currently tho? I am good with everything there.

Do you hold grudges?

It varies, but it is rare. I am pretty empathic so I tend to forgive pretty easy. Too easy at times. Sometimes I have to think hard if a person really does deserve another chance or if I should distance myself. Because my first instinct is to forgive.

In a relationship?

Yes! I don’t think it is any secret that @roger-holmes is my SO IRL. We actually met in game years ago, became friends and things just grew from there. With first main character I actually didn’t want to ship with him, since I feared that this could fizzle out. BUT..4 years and still going.

Tagged by: @ichigozen

Open tag if you wanne do it, feel free to tag me in it!

#ooc #munday

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