#legend/pink/bun

[kheprriverse]

Said I had another version of Time on the way didn't I?

Introducing Forest! Basically OOT Link just before his journey ends (meaning he hasn’t experienced MM yet).

[fieriframes]

[The door creaks open, and burnt bacon fills the air. On the counter, a pie oozes, its filling like tar. A milkshake swirls, its pink turned sickly gray. Steak sizzles, too red, dripping into the flames. Eggs arrive, their yolks dark, tiny eclipses. Fries twist, blackened and brittle, crunching loudly. The coffee is sludge, bitter enough to sting. Burgers bleed, buns wet and collapsing fast. Pancakes sit cold, syrup congealed like amber. Your stomach turns, but the night has only just begun.]

[lolana101]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

⤷ VIKTOR: SLOPPY SECONDS

⤷ feat. viktor (arcane league of legends)

cw: 18+ , oral stimulation (m), edging, dirty talk, dom! f reader, saliva, nsfw, angst? enjoy!!

“i don’t do this.”

viktor’s accent was heavy against his tongue, his gaze weighted with an unsure haze. his now useless cane clutched in his hand as he stared down at you, between his legs. you knew you’d find him here, working late, jayce long gone. was hexcore even a shared project anymore?

his bad leg dangling over the work bench, his weight crushing the onslaught of papers and tools beneath him.

“i’ve never- done this.”

his breath hitched, as you softly caressed his thigh. a soft, hum arose from your throat in understanding, as you looked fixedly up at him.

“say something.. please.”

the cane clatters against the floor as he hesitantly reached and touched your cheek - a soft poke. did he think you weren’t real? he probably thought of that possibility once; he is always thinking.

“what do you want me to say?”

tour voice was soft, eyes never leaving his. his gaze flickered at the hexcore, the room enclosed in a soft blue hue.

you continued to softly rub his thigh, inching up and up.. you could feel the soft twitching of his thigh, the needy yet silent urges emanating from him. what did he look like voicing those sins?

then again, that’s why he liked you. you could practically read through him. you started to fiddle with his belt, sliding the leather off with practiced ease.

“you’re hard.”

you voiced, slowly rubbing the bulge through his pants. his breath paused, a soft buck up into your hands.

you leaned down, pressing soft kisses against his twitching, clothed need, humming softly. Your fingers slid up to his zipper, tugging it down and pulling away. With his jeans open, you could get a look. a soft dark patch forming as his pre-cum weeps through fabric.

his face was red now, those soft blemishes over his face highlighted with the blue. he looked gorgeous. his mouth was agape, silently begging. I guess he waited enough.

your hand softly jerked at the pretty, pink mushroom tip. his length astonishing, not too thick but freakishly long. your fingers slick with his arousal as he let out almost pathetic whimpers. his eyes fluttered close, his thick brown eyebrows curving at the softest stimulation of your hands. his semi - hard member rose up quickly, your finger slowly pumping, pulling up the shaft until your plant wrapped around his head, then moving down.

leaning closer your tongue swiped at the base, slowly trailing up until you could taste the salty need pouring out from him. he let out a shaky sigh, as your plush lips wrapped around his head, sucking and licking. your tongue swiping curiously at his hot need, your hand still gently stimulating him, though gradually gets pulled away as you take him deeper.

it felt so good, his legs twitching. deeper, is all he wanted. you soon obliged sinking down onto him, until your nose was pressed against the soft hair of his stomach, your throat contracting against him. he smelled good, the soft hairs under his stomach and lower smelled of soft musk. so manly.

“fuck..”

a breathless whisper, as your head bobbed on his throbbing cock, spit dribbling down his base only to get slurped back up. every movement had him twitching, he swore he would cum under the first minute. he couldn’t help it, his hand grasping at your curls, swiping them up into a bun to aid you into drilling his length into you. his dick twitched, heat pooling in his stomach threatening to spill.

“I-i’m..”

In an instant he twitched, though as the pleasure washed over him he let out an uncomfortable whimper, your tongue pressed roughly against the slit, humming. he huffed, staring down at you with pure need. his body was hot, needy. his hips twitching, your fingers moving to softly caress his bad leg easing the achy muscles.

“please..? why..”

you smiled up at him, his thighs twitching, as you kissed his base, sucking on his balls for a little before letting them go with a pop if your lips.

he was begging, you could see it. your wrist flicked at his head again, twisting, the lewd squelching echoing as he stared down at you. He was going to cum again, as he started to slowly fuck himself up into your palm.

he was getting more vocal, those sweet huffs turning into pliant begs, your wrist not moving anymore as you felt a familiar twitch in his base, before your thumb pressed against his tip.

“….f-fuck please-“

he whimpered, staring into your gaze, you were so evil. not letting him cum, not letting him desperately release that sweet orgasm he’s been holding - saving up for.

after a moment you remove your thumb, pressing a soft kiss against his tip before staring up at him, fingers skipping up his chest to grab his tie, hauling him down and pressing a sloppy kiss against his lips.

that taste, fresh black coffee. he chased your lips like a lost puppy, sloppy, licking up the dried drool off your lips, tasting the salty goodness he left on you.

“want me to make you cum yeah? fully?”

you asked, nipping at his neck before letting hip sit back up, your gaze down at your twitching cock.

“please? please please..”

he begged, your name rolling off his tongue, so close to sweet melody. you smiled up at him, before your gaze snapped back down, his hand wrapped around his base, as he pointed his needy dick to your lips.

that thick accent rolled your name off his lips for one last time, as you leaned down. your lips wrapped around him, head bobbing sloppily around his dick. you could hear him moan and groan, his hand sinking ti your scalp to guide your movements.

you were still in control, you both knew it. yet his needy whimpers allowed him to soften you just a little, to let him fuck your throat. his tip hitting the back of your throat, your hands splayed on his thighs. You could feel your own heat growing wet, pussy twitching just from him fucking his brains out into your mouth.

he let out a almost howl, your gaze snapping up at him, your eyes watered as you gaged slightly. you could feel warmth deep down your throat, his pretty pink cock twitching in your mouth. you came a a little too, your clothed clit twitching softly.

“…nng.”

he was still going through the after shocks, poor little viktor twitching, not even having the energy to form a sentence. he eased his cock out of you, It growing soft as he pulls you up, kissing you softly. he whined softly, feeling your hands softly jerk at his overstimulated sex.

“…good?”

“amazing.”

he pants out, nuzzling himself in your neck.

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[pikechris]

god I love how ed keeps subverting gender norms and expectations. he's literally named for his beard, he's the most feared pirate on the seven seas, the legends describe him as some sort of devil-like figure with glowing eyes and a head of smoke, all the portraits of him are these hypermasculine caricatures, so you'd expect him to be toxic macho man but NO. he's ed teach. he's queer. he ties his hair in a bun. he has a shiny dangly earring. he paints his nails pink. he loves soft fabrics. he drinks his tea with seven sugars. he wears pearly necklaces. he cries a lot. he paints the bride cake topper to look like him. he wears eye makeup. he's emo. he writes a sad breakup song. he actively dislikes being blackbeard and putting that mask on anymore. he's everything to me he's one of the best characters of all time

[sunfloweraro]

I feel bad for Ravio in your pink bunny au bc the poor guy's bestie comes home, is doing kinda awful, gives up on life and becomes a bunny and then one day just. Is gone. Like.

Ravio's probably freaking out because Legend's been in this slow decline for a while and Ravio has been trying to pull him out of it but just can't and then he vanishes.

Oh yeah it is super rough for poor Ravio! Don’t get me wrong, Link is doing terribly too, but Ravio shoulders it all by himself and wont ask for help, which only makes matters worse for both of them. And then he snaps. And Link runs away. And doesn’t come back for months. Yeah… Ravio very much blames himself for everything—Link not getting better, and Link leaving him. He can sense he’s still out there and alive (they’re intertwined after all, two sides of the same coin) but he thinks Link doesn’t want to be found. He doesn’t want to come home. And now Ravio has deteriorated too.

I’m the author and I feel terrible for Ravio T.T their reunion in a few months will be very cathartic to write.

To help us all feel better, here’s a snippet of Ravio finally getting some comfort!

(and of course, my obligatory @thatonecrazysidekick tag!)

(and thank you for the ask!!!!)

***

Fierce squawking. Ravio flinched when Sheerow landed on his head, panicked chirps escaping her. Why had she even bothered to come back? Didn’t she know he was awful and broken?

“Leave me alone,” he rasped, his voice strained and wet with tears. “Let me rot.”

“Absolutely not.”

Ravio’s head snapped up at the new voice. He sat up quickly, scrubbing at his eyes when he saw who it was, her royal purple hair braided down her back and her eyes narrowed—in annoyance? Concern? Ravio couldn’t tell when his vision was blurry. Her hands rested over her hips. “Hilda! I—erm…”

Hilda’s face softened. She made her way over to join him on the bed. Ravio turned away, his cheeks burning darkly. “No wonder Sheerow came to get me,” Hilda said, her voice much gentler than he deserved. Ravio sniffled, couldn’t look at her as shame burned bright within. “What’s going on, Bun? You look terrible. And where’s Link? Why isn’t he helping you?”

Her words, so soft, so concerned, made Ravio’s breath hitch all over again. And then he was dissolving into sobs once more, burying his face in his hands to hide himself away from her and wishing she would just leave him alone.

A noise of concern escaped Hilda and she shifted closer. “Oh, Bun…” She curled an arm around his shoulders, and Ravio… Ravio couldn’t help himself. He didn’t deserve the comfort, but he turned and latched onto her like she was the only thing holding him up in this sea of loneliness and misery; a light in the ever-persistent darkness that had become his life.

Hilda began to run a hand up and down his back, slow and sure. Her other arm squeezed him closer, holding him together as he shuddered and broke to pieces in her arms. “Just let it out, Bun. I’m here.”

[ghosthoard]

so like i do warmups by drawing a character from each Lu chapter where you can see their whole body in pen and I got to the chapter where legend becomes a bunny

and there are panels where his whole pink furry soft bunny self is shown and I forgot to take that into account in my self imposed rules

soooo…

[forestfrolickingfairy787]

Legend LU- Spring Support Bunny x Reader: Part 1 (platonic)

Ok, kind of just had this idea a bit randomly. Will try to keep this to three parts but we'll see where it goes.

I kept thinking about Legend in his bunny form and what it would be like if he runs into the modern world and makes friends with a modern reader going through a tought time at school, basically supporting her through it and giving her a confidence boost. Tbh a lot of my own experiences and personal style tend to come through in my writing so it might show. Sorry if there's any typos or spelling errors, it's kind of late and i just wrote this now

Trigger warning:

does go into mental health/depression and anxiety so please don't read this if you're not comfortable with this content. Will keep this balanced with some comedy/seriousness. ENJOY (If you do read)

Spring Support Bunny

I’d been dragging myself through the summer, finding no rest between the shifts from sunrise to sunset, now deep moons forming underneath my eyes.

The only comfort before school was toast, slathered with melting peanut butter and jam carrying the taste of my childhood spring. Before my friend had passed away, before school wasn’t loaded with the stress of exams and pressure of friends turning whispers. Mum is still asleep, past 7am is too early so I go through the day without speaking to anyone and slip my bag across my shoulder, feeling the weight grow each day. On the way my therapist’s voice carries over the blue sky; forcing me to gratitude in the colours of spring, the cold air against my cheek and to keep taking each step slow, reminding me to journal down the little things. Nothing helped. The lump inside my throat was only swelling with each walk closer, stomach churning as school came into view filling me with anxiety.

So much for being the best years of your life.

I keep my head down, placing my headphones above my ears and listen to the steady, gentle lofi beat to keep me going, but the eyes of unseen whispers linger like pinpricks along my skin. Hands clench and unclenchm twisting fabric between my fingers as I try to breathe, eyes on the ground, glancing between the garden beds and the crowd pulling into their friend groups, gathering with coffee cups and conversations around university. I only smile to people, faces that have grown out of our years together finding new groups to join. I tell myself it’s fine. I don’t need friends. All I need is to graduate, and to get good grades and get the hell out of here.

Nobody’s really paying attention to you, most of the thoughts we have about other people’s perception is just from our own insecurities.

My therapist says, bright hazel eyes and plastic lips smiling with a pen flickering in her fingers. I hold onto her words, slowly nodding to myself and glance up, meeting my friend’s gaze. One brow raised, finger twirling a stray curl of hair around her face that used to be pulled into a tight bun. Years ago when we were little, our smiles were more alike, less grown but I watched her blossom.

I smile, but the edge of her lips curl, turning away before mingling with the others. My eyes sting, so stupid I think. It’s me, not her, I remind myself with my therapists’s voice but my legs turn to jelly, and find my way outside of the school, hands wiping away at my cheeks until I’m away from the building and settle near the park, shuffling my bag to the side and lean against the bench, slumping forward.

Finally I feel my breath steady, letting out a deep exhale and look towards the garden bed, soaking up the sunlight. It’s pretty, dozens of types blossoming at this time of year. It was our favourite spot, me and my friends before one of us left too early. I squeeze my eyes shut, pushing away her face and focus on the sway of the flowers. I keep watching, feeling the knot ease and spot a sudden movement. A bird I think, or perhaps a cat but as I keep watching a small pink bunny wriggles between them. I keep looking for longer, wiping my eyes, unblurring the tears. There were bunnies here sometimes, but pink ones? Never seen. The bunny topples over, clumsily navigating between the garden bed before munching on a daisy and bears a look of distaste, colouring its dark eyes. Slowly, I slip off the bench and make my way, crouching, hoping that I won’t spook it away. Was it a new breed? Or a rare species? I go through all the possibilities and finally crouch to it's height, a short distance away. Spring bunny stops, looking up at me, stifled.

“Hi bunny, are you lost?” Of course it doesn’t understand me, but Spring bunny doesn’t move, lowering it’s form and shuffles underneath a hedge. The act surprises me, compared to others they already run out of sight before I get this close.

“Where are your friends?” I look over for any name tags or collars, but there’s none. Bunny doesn’t move as I approach and lean forward curiously looking down. Bunny slowly meets my gaze, but won’t move. It seems too tame to be wild.

“Are you hungry? I’ve got some food.” I know Bunny doesn’t really understand me but it keeps staring, still in place. I quickly retreat to my bag, looking over my shoulder to keep an eye on it and return with a few small strawberries, placing them in my hand reach towards it. Bunny looks up, eyes cautiously with deep, brown glassy eyes and slowly eats them, still looking at me.

“You’re so pretty, bunny, where are you from?” I tilt my head adoringly, admiring it’s shiny pink fur but it’s too intent on eating. Still, it’s presence calms me, knowing that even though it doesn’t understand me, she listens. Bunny takes all the strawberries, still nestled between the flowers. I reach below, deciding to scoop it in my arms, squirming against my grip.

“If I leave you here, I’m worried someone might take you or hurt you. Can we be friends? I promise to give you lots of delicious berries and carrots. Even proper bunny food!”

Legend’s POV (this suits the vibe from here on)

Let me be clear, there’s many times I’ve felt powerless, down right insulted. A dozen near death experiences that I’ve dealt with, but today’s a topper, and in this form I can’t get over the humiliation against this human.

It’s too exhausting to fight back, and my arms quickly feign with exhaustion, resigning defeat. She won’t shut up, talking to me about strawberries, comparing ME to strawberries.

“Can I name you Rose? You’re so pretty, or how about hmm…Azealia?”

Neither I want to tell her. I want her to shut up and let me go but here’s the game plan: Take her food and then find my exit strategy. If I could find my way around a dungeon and fight blood thirsty monsters, then it should be easy to escape from her. It’s real uncomfortable being squished against my will as she carries me, passing through weird narrow lanes and boxed up houses. Metallic monsters pass down concrete lanes, almost making me jump in surprise from their crystalline eyes. I must be ready for anything.

Yet this girl doesn’t seem phased at all, striding down merrily while keeping a tight lock on me.

“We’re almost home, I promise to take care of you Berry. I think I’ll call you Berry!”

 It’s Link, you stupid girl. Who the hell calls their pet Berry?

Once we’re close to the door, I find all my might and leap out of her arms, racing as fast as I can with my stunted legs away from the door and cross onto the road.

Two giant, crystalline eyes face me, belonging to the metallic monster. There’s too many festering in this world.  Death awaits, but if this is how it ends there’s nothing I can do, staring towards it.

“No! Berry!” The girl screams and steps in front of the metallic monster, hands reaching out and grabs me off the floor. A deafening screech echoes, and the monster stops with an aggressive horn blaring across the fields. Another human emerges, yelling at the girl, hurling a string of curses. She still holds me close, profusely apologising to him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing trying to save that stupid rabbit on the road? You almost made me crash and YOU almost got run over! Just wait till I tell your parents.” She stops apologising, but what stings is the stupid rabbit.

Alright look, I’ve heard worse, seen worse. Fu*k, even Ravio taking over my home infuriates me but I’m used to that bastard. If only I had my sword then he’d regret every word.

“She’s not a stupid rabbit! She’s a living being just like us but you’re too cruel to understand!”

Okay, living being is terrible but acceptable.

The man curses again, slamming the door shut, riding off into his metallic monster. Still inside the girl’s arms I wriggle uncomfortably but pause, fat droplets hitting my head.

Shit. She’s crying.

“I’m so sorry Berry, I promise that won’t happen again, okay? I love you so much.” I stop, defeated.

This is going to be a difficult mission.

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

[Image Description: 5 colored drawings of Legend of Zelda Fairies reimagined in a humanoid form for the Linked Spirit AU. 1st: Hope and Spryte fly next to each other, holding hands losely while Spryte gestures as if to explain something. Hope grins excitedly. Hope's tunic is red and pink. He has light blue and purple insect wings with feathered antenna. Spryte has blond hair, a simple pink tunic, and light blue wings. She has dark blue antenna with a blub end. 2nd: Navi hovers, one hand to her chest. She has short blue hair, and her body is light blue with a fur-like texture. She wears white armor and a blue skirt. Her wings are a light blue 3rd: Proxi raises a hand up, looking excited. Proxi has dark blue furred body, with white hair in a braid which ends with three blue beads. Her antenna are curled into spirals. She has white puffs of fur around her neck and ankles. She wears a light blue shirt with a flower-like shape at the bottom, and white shorts. Her wings are a sky blue. 4th: Tatl and Tael look at each other, Tatl's hands on her hips, Tael with a hand on his chest. Both of them have a base yellow body color, with patterns on their feet and hands. Tatl's patterns are a deeper yellow, while Tael's are violet. Tatl has blond hair in a ponytail, and wears a yellow dress with a tear pattern at the end. The top of the dress mimics the silhouette of Navi's armor. Tael wears a dark blue jumpsuit, with tattered ends of the shorts and short sleeves. Both of them wear a hoop belt similar to the band of Skull Kid's hat. 5th: Neri, Celia, and Leaf are in a small circle together, Celia's hands on the other's shoulders, and Neri & Leaf holding hands in front of Celia, they have dark skin similar to the Great Fairies in Wind Waker. Neri has a simple blue dress with teal bubbles on the bottom of the dress. Her hair is in a bun with a ponytail beyond it. Her wings are blue with teal tips with a shield like shape in the upper wings. Celia has yellowish green short hair. She wears a light yellow dress with a green line on the bottom of the skirt. Her wings are yellow with a simple line pattern. Leaf wears a red dress with sharp v cuts in the edges. He wears a deep red vest with long tails. His wings are red, with a diamond pattern in his upper wings. End ID]

Fairy friends!!! These designs are kinda my compromise between wanting consistency and wanting to keep them close to their in-game designs. Thus why the Glowing Ball Fairies have colored 'fur' (idk what it's called on insects but it's That, not fur-fur).

In universe, the difference is kinda like how the Wind Waker Healing Fairies are humanoid while the Phantom Hourglass Companion Fairies are glowing balls. The glowing fairies have higher levels of magic, and the hairs, kinda like bees, store it and make them glow.

[essenceofelegance]

Sand on cheeks (pt. 1)

Percy Jackson x reader

m.list pt.2

warnings: none

disclaimer: this is also on wattpad as Sand on cheeks

I sat up in a panic with a pounding headache, cold sweat clinging to my forehead,

I took deep breaths, quickly fishing out a light pink notebook, 

grabbing a pen from my bedside table and jotted down what my nightmare consisted of.

It had become a routine I had grown used to, nightmares always haunting my sleep.

I set down my notebook, shoving the pen in between the pages hastily, grabbing my cup and took a sip of water.

I lied back down on the bed, closing my eyes, reaching up to rub my temples.

I let out a sigh, directing my eyes to the clock sitting on m bedside table. 5:53am. The sun had already risen.  Almost time to get up. 

I stared at the ceiling.

I started imagining blinds that could block out the Sun entirely, blinds that could protect me from the Sun's wrath- 

What? 

Sometimes, I don't know why I think my thoughts are like the way they are, almost wandering.

I think about the consequences of staying in bed all day,

I already knew that staying in bed was not a possibility,

but a little imagination didn't hurt anyone, let a girl dream.

After what seemed like a minute, I got up, slipping into my fuzzy slippers, not seeing the point in trying to fall asleep again.

I walked to the camp bathroom and did my usual morning routine, brush my teeth, skincare, makeup, hair and clothes.

By the time I walked back into the Aphrodite cabin in my bright orange camp t-shirt that I wanted to burn so badly- most of my siblings had already woken up. 

I walked  to my bed and replaced my slippers for my sneakers, greeting some of my siblings as I walked to the pavilion. 

"Hey, princess," Percy said as he jogged up to me, flashing me a smile.

"Hey, seaweed brain," I said as I flashed him a tired smile, "Nightmares?" Percy said, though it wasn't really a question. "Mmhm," I nodded.

"Do you have to help with sword training today?" I asked as I tied my hair up into a low messy bun, strands of curly hair fell loose, but looked perfect nevertheless, thanks to my mother.

"Nope," Percy said as he waved to some of his friends in the distance,  "I was gonna take a dip by the lake again, are you coming?" 

I considered his offer.

Well, I didn't have to teach archery lessons today, and who would give up an opportunity to hang out with Percy? He's always busy.

"Yeah," I said after a beat. Percy nodded in response, "I'll catch you later," he said, giving me a playful wink. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Hey," I greet my siblings as I sat down at the Aphrodite table. 

"Percy broke up with Annabeth!" one said, "Yeah! He's single now, we should totally go get him!" then a bunch of compliments starting pouring in. 

It's not a secret that Percy was attractive.

Having been on more quests then most demigods could only dream of — Percy was something of a legend. Saving Mount Olympus? Check. Surviving Tartarus? Check. Being unnecessarily hot? Double check.

Dark hair ruffled in a summer breeze. Vibrant eyes blending into the coast line. Tan skin draped over a body sculpted by gods.

Percy was the ultimate prize.

I never denied my feelings for Percy, I just never told him.

Why risk throwing away years of friendship when I know that he doesn't feel the same?

"Earth to Y/n!" Silena snapped her fingers in front of my face, "Sorry," I mumbled, "I'm okay."

Silena sent me a knowing glare, "You better shoot your shot before it's too late, if you don't want history to repeat itself," she whispered. 

She was right. I had already started liking Percy before he and Annie become a thing. 

And just as I was about to tell Percy how I felt, they had already fallen in love.

Fallen in love. 

It was no secret that I was Aphrodite's favourite daughter.

Then why couldn't she give me the one thing I wanted?

Love. 

I spent the entirety of breakfast thinking, until I was snapped out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder.

I snapped my head towards the owner of the hand. Percy.

"You okay?" he asked as he took a seat next to me, it was only then I realised most of my siblings were done with their meal and went off to their activities.

"Yeah," I answered with a nod. Percy shot me a knowing look.

"What? I'm fine," I sent him a glare, "You know you can always tell me, right?" he said, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm gonna go get my stuff," I muttered. 

Percy knew better than to follow me.

pt.2

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[triforce-of-mischief]

Ask and Try Again

Summary: Link and Ravio are still learning each other's boundaries and desires, and a mid-cuddle mishap serves as a reminder for consent.

Relationship: QPR Legend/Ravio, pre-relationship and pre-LU

Words: 750

AO3

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Whenever Link spent the night at his own house, Ravio insisted that they cuddle. It was for warmth, he said, since Lorule was so cold and lonely. The merchant swore up and down that it didn’t mean anything, and Link had believed him… at first. As Link’s quest reached its end, it was clear that Ravio did feel something for him, and Link felt the same. They felt content in each other’s company, and Ravio stopped making excuses when he crawled into Link’s bed each night.

Soon after everything was over, Ravio grew less reserved. He touched Link more often, grabbing his arm as they walked around Kakariko or propping his elbow on Link’s shoulder as he wrote. Link enjoyed it, even if he was more hesitant about reciprocating. Ravio just… did everything without asking, and Link didn’t know where he was supposed to start. At least cuddling was always simple; they held each other close then they went to sleep. Link could go to bed without expecting anything new or feeling like he should do something more, so he did.

Ravio was fidgety tonight. His fingers wandered over Link’s arm, squeezing his hand for a minute before reaching back up to touch Link’s face. Link forgot to breathe, frozen as Ravio found the magic-dyed pink streak of hair. It felt nice, and Link almost wanted to lean into the touch but if Ravio-

He couldn’t help but make a happy sound, almost like a squeak, as he felt gentle fingers tuck his hair behind his ear. Ravio giggled, acknowledging it before he placed a hand on the crown of Link’s head and stroked his hair. Immediately, Link froze again. This was Ravio, he wasn’t hurting him and there was nothing wrong with somebody just touching his hair so why did it feel bad, like it was taking everything Link had to not push Ravio away?

Ravio made a worried noise, pulling his hand away from Link’s hair. “Link?” he said, soft and gentle. “What is it?”

Link shook his head, flinching at the ghost sensation of something touching his scalp. “It- it’s nothing,” he whispered, knowing that Ravio wouldn’t believe him.

“You’re shivering, bun. This isn’t nothing,” Ravio said sadly, and Link tried for a distraction.

“You’re m-more of a bunny than I am,” he argued weakly. “Not like I wear that hood…”

“Link. You have to tell me what happened,” Ravio insisted.

He didn’t know what was wrong. He didn’t know why his mind had betrayed him, turning Ravio’s touch into something he couldn’t stand. He just wanted to feel safe again, and he wordlessly shoved his face against Ravio’s chest.

“Link, I don’t know what I did wrong,” Ravio begged. “Did you panic when I touched your hair?”

Link wanted to scoff. He hadn’t panicked, but… he had reacted badly, and he had been fine until Ravio had touched his hair. But he didn’t want Ravio to think that he couldn’t touch him all… Hating himself, he whined and nodded.

“I’m sorry. I should know better than to try something new before asking,” Ravio said. “It seemed like you were fine when I touched your ear, so may I try that again? I won’t touch your hair, I promise.”

Link still hadn’t processed that this wasn’t his fault, and he heard himself whisper, “Yes.”

Ravio made a soft sound, soothing Link even as he felt his fingers brush over the pointed edge of his ear. Link didn’t panic, this time, and he let the gentle touch lull him to sleep.

Ravio was in Link’s own arms by morning, awake and smiling up at Link as he blinked his eyes open. Link gave him a shy smile in return and gathered the courage to ask something he had been afraid to for a while now.

“Do you- should I- um,” Link stammered, and swallowed as Ravio waited patiently. “Would you like me to play with your hair?”

Ravio’s eyes widened, a bright grin spreading over his face. “Yes, I would love that, bun.”

Link blushed but ignored the nickname, cautiously weaving his fingers through Ravio’s hair. It was so much like his, silky and wavy, and Ravio clearly enjoyed the attention just as Link had felt content with patterns traced lightly behind his ear. Link felt almost overwhelmed with affection, seeing how happy Ravio was simply from Link touching his hair. If all they had to do was ask… nothing sounded better than learning how to help each other feel safe.

[skippingstonez]

another fact about bunnies is that one of the reasons why they eat their babies is because they feel that they threaten their territory

yeah because the tiny little thing that doesn't know it was born is definitely a threat to you and your other offsprings

Not the babies 😭 I knew they got super territorial but damn!

Although this all also very much explains why Legend is so prickly about no one touching his stuff. Seems our little pink Bun is a bit territorial as a Hylian too!

[kheprriverse]

Terminus/FD Lore!

The boys(tm) gossip not so subtly and find out Terminus’s hair changes colors based on the moon. (Also that he was blond once.)

Had this headcanon a bit ago, thought it’d be fun to draw smth for it. Then it turned into a big thing that took 4ish days to finish. Anyways FD with orange hair is just— MWAH chef’s kiss.

Stupid bonus below

Legend smacks the shit out of Hyrule

[dark-angel-of-muses]

A Bunny In The Hand (Is Worth Two In The Bush)

So maybe, when Ravio saw an unfamiliar figure sitting on his living room floor, he screamed. Maybe he backpedaled, tripped on his own robe, and fell flat on his butt.

Thankfully, the only witness was that very same figure. A pink rabbit, wearing a tiny red vest and looking distinctly… pissed off.

“What- how did you get in here?” Ravio stood up and dusted off the front of his robe, thankful no one saw him screaming at a little pink bunny.

The rabbit fixed him with a look, nose twitching. It tilted its head, ears flopping. Was the rabbit considering him? Were Hyrule’s rabbits more intelligent than other woodland critters, like Sheerow was?

“Uh, hey little guy, I’m just going to let you go outside and go back to your burrow, alright?”

Ravio tried to reach for the rabbit, but it stomped its foot in displeasure and shook its head.

“Is that a no? You don’t want to go outside?” Was Ravio reading too much into the rabbit’s body language? Maybe it was just scared of the big person looming over it. Ravio plopped down on the ground, trying to appear non-threatening.

The bunny fixed him with an odd stare, then sighed. Was that a good sign? Maybe it was calming down?

Knock, Knock

Ravio jumped at the knock on the door. “Oh, sorry Bun-bun. That’s probably Link. He lives here with me. Maybe he knows where you came from, give me a second.” Logically, the animal wouldn’t understand Hylian, although as he spoke the rabbit seemed to grow more agitated, whiskers fluttering.

“Mr. Her- Oh! Hello, Twilight.” 

The rancher seemed out of sorts, panting heavily while running a hand through mussed hair. “You ah, wouldn’t happen to have seen a necklace lying around?”

Ravio tilted his head. “Mr Hero has a lot of necklaces. Are you looking for something in particular?”

“Legend wouldn’t have something like this. It’s my necklace. I seem to have dropped it when I went swimming. It has a silver chain and black crystal- You know, actually, if you see anything strange, just tell me. Don’t touch it, it’s cursed.”

“No worries, Mr. Hero also has a lot of cursed items. I know how to be careful.”

“Good, good.” Twilight panted a bit, then slapped his hands on his thighs, drawing himself up. “Alright, time for me to keep searching. Tell me if you see anything.” With that, Twilight broke into a job, hurrying down the south path. Hopefully one of the other heroes found it before they left. With any luck, Mr. Hero could pick it up and return it to his friend.

Now, back to Bun-bun.

xxx

“Alright, so I was a bit mistaken, that wasn’t Mr. Hero.” Was it just Ravio, or did the rabbit just roll its eyes at him?

“So, while we wait for him, I thought of giving you some food! I read in a book somewhere that rabbits like nibbling on things all day, so I’ll see if we have any good greens for you.” Ravio scooped Bun-bun into his arms to carry to the kitchen. The rabbit squirmed, but Ravio shushed and soothed until it stopped kicking.

Ravio set Bun-bun down on the kitchen table. Immediately, the rabbit bolted for the fresh garden vegetables Legend was keeping on the windowsill.

“Ah-ah-ah.” Ravio picked the rabbit up before it could reach its prize. “Those are Mr. Hero’s carrots. He worked very hard to grow them, and they have too much sugar for you anyway. You need something more leafy.”

The rabbit fixed him with a flat look.

“C’mon Bun-Bun, I don’t want to have to tie you up. Be a good bunny for me? Mr. Hero would be so unhappy to be unable to eat the vegetables he worked so hard for.”

The rabbit huffed, raising its paws like it was throwing them up in the air. Hyrulean animals were so weird, nothing in Lorule acted like this. The rabbit’s ears laid back in submission, and it laid down on the kitchen counter, tucking in its limbs as if to say ‘I’ll stay right here.’

“Oh, you’re such a good bun, aren’t you? Yes you are,” Ravio cooed as he squished the bunny’s little cheeks. He felt like the rabbit was glaring at him. Eh, probably his imagination. 

“Now, you graze on grass, if I remember correctly. I’ll probably have to go cut some from outside-”

Thump.

“Did you just thump at me?”

Ok, this rabbit really was glaring at him. Temperamental little thing.

“I’ll get you your grass soon, hang on a second-”

Thump.

“I don’t know what that means, Bun-bun. Use your words.” 

He had meant it as a joke, teasing the little rabbit while he went to get him food. He did not expect his command to be followed.

“I don’t eat grass!”

Did the rabbit just talk.

Wait, its voice was familiar…

“Mr. Hero?!” Ravio exclaimed, matching the features of the pink bunny to his Link. The pink fur matched Legend’s pink dyed hair tips. The little pissed off face with purple eyes. The red vest matching perfectly to a certain red tunic.

“Ugh, I was trying to keep it a secret, but screw it. I’d rather you laugh than try to force-feed me my own lawn.”

“What- How? Why are you a rabbit?” Ravio was baffled.

“You remember Twi at the door earlier? Yeah, this is because of that cursed necklace he was talking about. I didn’t say anything because I was trying to keep it secret from you.” Legend sat up, crossing his little paws across his chest.

“Twilight has a curse that turns people into rabbits?” He was lost.

“No it doesn’t- Just, don’t let anybody else know, ok? Twilight and Sky know, but I’m trying not to give the others any more ammunition for teasing.

So Mr. Hero could turn into a rabbit. Interesting.

“I won’t tell anybody. For a price.” Ravio smiled, and Legend pouted.

“Ugh, how much do you want, you damn miser?” 

“You give me five minutes of cuddles, no biting or running away.”

“What?!” Legend screeched.

“Well, if that’s not amenable to you, I can always go march on up to Wild and tell him about our rabbit infestations.” Ravio felt the greedy little merchant in him sing as he lorded his power in their deal.

“Fine, fine. If it keeps you quiet.”

Ravio squealed, then scooped the cute little ball of fluff in his arms, smushing his cheek against the fuzz.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Bun-bun.”

[dluebirb]

Alright, so I finally jumped on the bandwagon (for better or for worse) and redesigned the main cast of Hazbin Hotel!

Disclaimer: I am not saying that my designs are better than the ones in the show, I am just saying that this is what I would have done if I were to design the characters, plus addressing some common criticism of Vivziepop's character designs. I enjoy the show, and with that comes some artistic liberties. Proceed.

So I'm going to show each character individually, plus a brief explanation (EDIT: They were not as brief as I thought... I love these characters, so sue me!) of what I changed and why, and then a lineup at the end!! Stick with me please, I put a lot of work into these!

@theosb0rnway they are real and in decent quality this time!! Wow!!

First up, Charlie! I had no idea she was meant to be based off of a porcelain doll. I thought she was a weird hell-vampire thing ngl. Fangs, pastey skin, you get it. The only thing the doll thing had going for it was the cheek marks, and I though that was a design choice for blush, like Mabel in Gravity Falls!

Porcelain dolls are really just those gen alpha tiktok influencer-level skin care routines plus dresses from two centuries ago, so I decided to go with a more puppet-leaning/mouthpiece design, plus some more goat-ish attributes, like her lil hoovsies!

Her color pallatte is brighter than the other designs because I wanted to show how she (while still utilizing the pinks and reds of hell) is the most pure-hearted of the bunch, as she's the only one who really doesn't belong in hell.

If this does well (or I want to) I might do her demon form!

VAGGIE! My girl. I love her.

So my main problem with Vaggie's current design: HER HAIR. I'm sorry, but how are the physics of that supposed to work?? Please? /gen

She also says in the show that she's "not used to fighting with long hair, and the ponytail in episode 8 doesn't really serve that purpose? At least from the viewers POV, hence the bun.

I know she's not technically a moth demon, since she's an ex-exorcist, but I wanted to lean into the imagery. She and Charlie look a little too close to human in comparison to almost anyone else, so I wanted to give her some moth-isms. And I find it more believable that she could fight like this! Ik Alastor's the hotel's protector and all, but old habits die hard n such.

Onto Angel Dust! Okay, I gotta say, I should lower his colors general brightness-

But other than that, I think I did pretty good with him!

I am probably in the minority who thought the eyes thing in episode four was pretty cool, but I wanted to make him more visibly spider-like, and eyes seemed like a good place to start.

I will admit to taking inspiration from the iron spider suit in Avengers: Infinity War for his extra arms. I was a Marvel kid, the legends are true.

Also, PINCERS! I think that's what those are called- They're only sorta there because any other way I tried ended with messing up his general face, but the thought's there!

I did forget his spider ass, but it's there in spirit, trust.

BIG OL' SHOUT OUT TO OZ FOR HELPING ME WITH THE DEER MAN'S FACE. He was giving me a TIME-

His fuck-ass bob is NO MORE. I rest my case. Also the monocle was annoying me, so he gets old lady glasses. I don't know why his shoes look like deer hooves. he's a little fucked up anatomy-wise.

I don't have much to say about him, but I loved drawing his hair. He gets to keep some of his red, because he WOULD. I also have a design of Alastor with a coat/jacket thing that's more time-period accurate, but I really liked this design, so it's what you're getting unless someone asks for it.

I also don't have a lot to say about Husk- I took away a lot more than I added if we're being real.

Hat? GONE

Weird wing design that makes my brain hurt? GONE

Eyebrows? YOU BETTER BELIEVE THEY'RE GONE

(I had a grudge against his eyebrows, leave me be-)

He's also short and fat now, so... YEAH (for a while I thought he was real short, but that was only because I kept seeing screen caps of him next to Angel, and the guy's a beanpole-)

His wings resemble the succubi in Helluva more so now, because Hazbin has a weird relationship with wings, so I wanted to make the distinction clearer than it is in canon.

His eyes glow now because have you SEEN a cat in pitch black, dead of night? Scary little assholes. (/aff, I love my cats.) He's dead and in hell, so they glow perpetually.

As with Charlie, I had no idea Niffty was supposed to be a bug. This seems to be a recurring issue.

I shifted her hair and outfit to be a lil more 1950s-accurate, but it was pretty good before, all things considered. I actually like Niffty's Canon design a lot.

In terms of making the bug-ness more pronounces, I gave her antennae (they can glow because YES) and wings. I imagine the wings are kind of like grasshopper wings, so they make a lil weird noise. I also gave her four legs, because if there's one thing I know about bugs, they have an abnormal amount of appendages.

The quality got CRUNCHED so click on the lineup, PLEASE-

And yeah, there are the sillies! I tried to differentiate them from the RED, but I think I overdid it-

Eh, I like them!

Send an ask or comment if you want me to do any more characters, or send me a screenshot from Hazbin and I'll redraw it with these guys! It'll also give me the chance to work on backgrounds, which I need!

I really hope you guys like these!

[hezzabeth]

The description of the space station is based on my own experiences during a ten hour layover in Singapore.

"Are you alright? Do you have a bout of telesickness?" Brigadeiro Bun asked as Revati stared off into space.

"Telewhat?" Revati asked, her brain snapping back into place.

When Amma and Nanni heard that Revati was about to go off-world, they tried to prepare her.

"It's not like your other wasteland adventures where you wandered into a city on foot! You'll need to buy tickets; then apply for a tourism visa," Amma explained.

"My what?" Revati asked, completely confused.

"The actual teleporting takes less than a second, but you will have to spend at least an hour in customs and immigration and four hours in the teleport waiting your turn," Nanni added.

It was all incredibly exhausting and confusing.

The teleport hub they were waiting in was deliberately designed to make people forget they were waiting. Bright, expensive shops with intricate displays created pathways to different teleportation gates. Massive, giant flowering bushes surrounded by clouds of butterflies brushed against the glass ceiling. In the center of everything, there was a crystal pond. Robotic bronze mermaids swam up and down underneath the lily pads.

"Telesickness! It's okay, a lot of people not used to teleporting end up with upset stomachs," Brigadeiro reassured her, handing her something small and pink from his shirt pocket.

"This should help, their stomach stabilizers! I bought them in the bathroom," Brigadeiro smiled helpfully, and Revati took one, popping it into her mouth before promptly spitting it out.

"It tastes like gasoline," Revati grimaced.

"You're not supposed to eat it! You rub it on your temples," Brigadeiro explained gently before picking the stomach stabilizer up off her lap.

"Please don't rub that all over my temples; it has my spit on it," Revati pointed out, shutting her eyes.

"Are you sure you're not sick?" Brigadeiro asked.

"I'm just exhausted; we've teleported so many times I have no idea where we are," Revati sighed, closing her gritty eyes.

"We're at the Anh Do memorial teleport hub; he was a figure from southwest Sydney legends! When he was a baby, he was on a boat attacked by pirates. Then he grew up to become a famous children's writer and artist," Brigadeiro rattled on.

Revati felt herself slump to one side with exhaustion, her head landing on something soft.

Brigadeiro's home wasn't even technically a planet. Rather, it was a series of six space stations, each representing different areas of a land once known as "Australia." The Southwest Sydney Station was so big it had its own weather patterns, ecosystem, and geography. Most of it consisted of expensive tourist resorts, beachside towns, and theme parks. Brigadeiro had explained many times before that his family was part of the 15 million-strong workforce that lived in the secret employee-only towns and cities. Someone, hopefully Brigadeiro, was gently massaging her scalp, and Revati felt herself fall into a drowsy, dark state.

Revati wasn't sure how long she had been snoozing when the screaming sirens suddenly filled the air. Revati's self-preservation instincts kicked in, and her eyes snapped open. Within seconds, she was back on her feet, reaching for her mace.

"You had to leave the weapon at security back on Mars," Brigadeiro reminded her as hundreds of people suddenly started flowing out of the teleport gates. The air was thick with sirens and flashing blue lights as the crowd swelled around her. Brigadeiro snatched her hand, and together they were swept forward in the tidal wave of chaos.

People were everywhere, their faces blurred by the rapidity of the moment, their shouts and cries a blurry nonsense of at least a dozen different languages. In a second of terror, Revati found herself thrown down. Feet pounded on her back as she curled herself up into a ball. There was a sudden break in people, and Revati saw a glimpse of the mermaid pool. Revati forced herself forward and grabbed the pool's safety fence, hauling herself over the edge. She landed with a splash into the shallow water. For a few moments, all Revati could hear was the pounding of the mob and sirens.

All Revati could feel was her body as the robot mermaids bumped into her before swimming away. The glass ceiling above had clouded over, turning an eerie white. There was a sudden buzzing on Revati's wrist, indicating her bangle had an incoming call. It was the android. Of course, it was.

"Ignore," Revati groaned, sitting up, and a tiny mermaid bounced off her cleavage. Somehow, half her shirt had managed to get ripped off. The crowd wasn't as thick, but people were still charging past the shops heading to some unknown destination. The sirens suddenly stopped.

"All interstellar teleport gates have been switched off temporarily! We sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused," a lady's voice chimed over the speakers. People slowly stopped running and instead began to shuffle around.

Tiny first aid drones began to zoom out of the shops, attending to the fallen. Through it all, Revati scanned and searched. Spotting Brigadeiro was far harder than usual since many people in the hub had pink, curly hair. Finally, she saw him across the crowd in the doorway of a chocolate shop. A woman was lying at his feet. Revati slowly stood, her legs wobbling, before climbing out of the pond. By the time she managed to push her way through to the storefront, she had heard several whispers. There had been an attack on another Space Station known as “Cairnes”. The crowd consisted of tourists and travelers who fled when an employee opened up a teleportation gate during the attack. Brigadeiro was attending to the woman who was bleeding all over the shop floor from a gash on her temples.

"Oh, thank Goup!" Brigadeiro cried, wrapping Revati in a smothering hug. Brigadeiro was, of course, a little shorter than her, and he nuzzled his face into her shoulder, sobbing.

"It's alright, I'm fine," Revati assured him, petting his back, and Brigadeiro sobbed.

"It's not that; Cairnes has been destroyed! Millions are dead," Brigadeiro's voice choked.

"Destroyed?" Revati gasped. The bleeding lady on the ground twitched, and Revati let go of Brigadeiro in order to check her. The lady was a bit older than Revati, probably in her late twenties. She had the pale, sickly skin and brighter blue hair of those who came from the northern parts of Mars. Her haircut, however, was similar to the trendy “mushroom cap” style she had seen on the space station – short with a blunt fringe. Revati reached into one of her pants pockets, pulling out a trusty medibandage, and stuck it onto the woman’s temple. Even while unconscious, she had the expression of someone fully capable of starting a riot in a coffee shop. It clashed violently with her bright purple tropical print shirt and neon pink watch. The watch. Revati grabbed the unconscious lady's hand to examine the watch.

"SOS Emergency Medical Information," she said to the watch. Its screen flickered, and a tiny 3D hologram of the lady appeared.

"My name is Pauletta Chuchotor, I am twenty-nine years old! My blood type is B- and I'm allergic to Venusian swamp gas," the hologram said cheerfully, and suddenly the hologram switched off as tight fingers wrapped themselves around Revati's wrist.

Revati glanced at the lady who was now staring at her with bloodshot green eyes.

"My personal information isn't for you," she said in a deep, raspy voice.

"Good to know," Revati said. Pauletta Chuchotor was staring at her curiously.

"I don't forget faces easily," she said, her fingernails still digging into Revati's wrist.

"Ok," Revati replied uneasily, wondering if the lady had a brain injury.

"You look a little like someone I met a long time ago," Pauletta said, as if accusing Revati of something terrible.

"I got a message from Dad; the news says all the teleporting hubs have been shut down! He says we should leave the hub and take the workers' bullet train back to Paprika Station before they stop running," Brigadeiro said, gesturing to his grey bracelet.

"A bullet train? Like the one in Olde Landon? I thought this space station was supposed to be super advanced?" Revati asked, completely confused.

"It is, but teleportation has a weight limit of six hundred kilograms; the trains are used when we need to transport bulk goods and supplies to different resorts," Brigadeiro explained.

"I also need to go to this Paprika Station; I will follow you," Pauletta Chuchotor remarked, and Revati exchanged a look with Brigadeiro.

"I mean, it's not like we can stop her," Brigadeiro pointed out.

The train ride to Paprika Station turned out to be far more exhausting, bewildering, and strangely smelly than teleporting. Everyone seemed to know Brigadeiro Bun, and by extension, everyone seemed to know Revati.

"Bridgadeiro! Your mama said you would be back for Applefestus! And is this the famous Revati from Mars?" An old lady with orange hair said to them as they waited for the train.

"I may have mentioned you in my messages home; this is my mother's friend Mrs. Jambalaya from church," Brigadeiro said as the old lady descended onto Revati in a cloud of vanilla perfume.

"Oh, she's so pretty! Such big amber eyes! And who's that?" She asked, nodding at Pauletta, who was standing several feet away from them, staring into the distance.

"No idea, we think she's an injured tourist," Brigadeiro admitted as Revati quietly blushed. No one in Olde Landon had ever called her pretty.

"Bridge! Did you hear about the terrorist attack? My dad said appliances from Mars did it," someone yelled when they finally got onto the cramped train. A teenage boy with dark skin and fuchsia braids was waving at them from a row of seats.

"We were at the capital telehub when it happened! Revati, this is my cousin Pecan," Brigadeiro explained as they sat down.

Pecan gasped with horror. "Oh, Goup! You're the girl Bridge is bringing home for Applefestus! You probably don't want us talking about the war," Pecan remarked.

"It's fine; I'm too tired and freaked out to care," Revati assured him.

"Why don't you take a nap? The ride to Paprika Station takes around four hours," Brigadeiro said, tapping his shoulder. Revati sighed gratefully, her head dropping onto his shoulder. Before her eyes shut, she spotted Pauletta standing on the other side of the carriage, staring at her with dried blood still in her hair.

[mysteryideasgroup]

MSA X Blud Game Ch1: The Legend of Vampire Slayer and Evil Ghost Slayer/Later in the present/Girls' Clues Club Team and Mystery Teams are arriving at Becky Brewster's Hometown and Lilah McGee's Hometown 

-- In 1950 before to Present --

The Legend of Vampire Slayer and Evil Ghost Slayer

Jerry Von McKnight and Philip Von McKnight (before becoming Trigon/The Evil Spirit of Trigon)

They are disappearing in mystery, not back to the Human World...

Philip killed Jerry after betraying Jerry's love for the marriage of Isabella. Isabella with Innocent Skeletons/Ghosts/Skeleghosts to safety hiding in Isabella's Mansion... they are disappearing...

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-- Later in the Present in the Morning --

Girls' Clues Club Team and Mystery Teams are arriving at Becky's Hometown and Lilah's Hometown

Sarah: We have called us, we realize that Innocent Humans and Skeletons/Ghosts/Skeleghosts were haunted by Demons/Vampires who attacked them last night...

Vivi: Hmm, right. They have wikis of Good Vampire Slayer and Bad Ghost Slayer of the past...

Arthur: ! Bad Ghost Slayer?! They remembered and recognized that the bad Ghost Slayer killed Innocent Skeletons/Ghosts/Skeleghosts!

Lulu: ? They have called us that mystery attack by a Demon/Vampire last night...

Varian: They think they are right... What happened to them?

Aurora: Hmm, See it...

Girls' Clues Club Team and Mystery Teams are leaving out of their Vans. They are meeting with Becky and Lilah.

Sarah: We are arriving here.

Becky and Lilah are coming to them of Mystery Teams

Becky: Hi, Mystery Teams arrive here!

Lilah: Hi, Mystery Teams! They are solved to Mystery Attacking Innocent Humans and Innocent Skeletons/Ghosts/Skeleghosts!

Lulu: ? They have called us that mystery attack by a Demon/Vampire

Lewis: ??? Wait... Two Girls with Pink Haired with Two Buns? Do they have to wear Slayer Clothes?

Becky: Right, my name is Becky Brewster.

Lilah: My name is Lilah McGee. Nice to meet them.

Sarah: Becky, your Dad is alive?

Becky: Yes, my Dad is alive, but he was the widower of my Mom was killed...

Sapphire: Oh my God... not good, it’s terrible sorry...

Vera: Lilah, your family is alive?

Lilah: Yes, my Family is alive.

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For @laurasanchez36

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