#like i'm just imagining him exploring the forest as a kid and getting into similar situations as the dwarves

[as-kind-as-summer]

After learning how unhinged Mirkwood used to be do you think Legolas ever just drops the most wild childhood trauma on the Fellowship trying to be relatable and they just look at him like...no. No we did not all go through that.

[dulltoned]

I stand with the hc that Branch has one hell of a stomach, and that sweets aren’t his strong suit- he doesn’t mind the occasional cupcake or cookie, but he definitely doesn’t have the same tolerance as Poppy or any other troll-

I like to think the brothers all have different levels of tolerance to sugar, and their diets are a lot different than a common pop troll (seems like pops are the only one who ever really live off a lot of sweets from what we’ve got- correct me if I’m wrong tho-)

JD, I feel like, has the most similar diet to Branch, since he lived a lonesome life and most likely had to feed off of what the forest had and what little he could get his hands on, such as berries and whatnot- like Branch, he wouldn’t be as tolerant to sugar, but it isn’t half as intense as Branch- or maybe he’s just not that big of a fan-

now, Bruce, from what we’ve seen of his restaurant, seems more into sea food than anything, so his diet most likely consists of that- since he has kids, he’d be a lot more tolerant to sweets since you cannot tell me this man didn’t sneak in a few whenever the kids got to eat some- he gives “cool dad” vibes that shares everything with his kids- he’s open to anything new (another quirk he attained from having kids) and he isn’t that picky when it comes to food

Clay’s diet consists of fast food, such as fries, burgers and whatnot- definitely a lot of sugar too, so out of all of them, he’s definitely the better one at keeping sweets down-

for Floyd, I feel like the food he ate was rather vast- we aren’t entirely sure what he did during the 20 years alone, but I like to hc that he explored troll kingdom, most likely trying out the different dishes in each territories and just evolving his preferences and all- between all of them, he’s got the biggest range of tastes, and he’s never afraid to try out something new- sweets are fine for him, he just doesn’t go overboard unlike some others-

-🪶

I've always loved the idea that Branch doesn't stomach sugar well, but while it makes sense for him as a character I also acknowledge that I'm projecting onto him. Sugar makes me ill and it's interesting to have a character that I think can relate to that.

I think it'd be an interesting thing for Poppy to realize. Poppy is obviously a very excitable and very giving troll and I imagine that she'd give Branch a lot of sweets just because it's customary amongst Pop Trolls. Branch, the poor lovesick idiot, would feel bad letting Poppy's hard work go to waste so he'd just eat it and endure the stomach ache later.

At some point or another Poppy would discover Branch curled up, unwell over the sugar overload, and he'd be forced to confess that he doesn't really do sugar. Poppy would feel so guilty and Branch would feel even more outcasted from the Pop Trolls even after he'd regained his colors.

Poppy starts making him muffins and scones instead, less sugar and no frosting, and Branch finds that they actually aren't that bad. He still can't stomach the whole thing at first but he finds that some pastries are actually pretty good. His favorite is the lemon poppyseed muffins. No reason. Don't look into it too much.

[silver--scar]

Listen Up, New Kid

Part 1

South Park. A little mountain town located in the state of Colorado, infamous for its... many wild events.

What a perfect place this family picked to live in.

After many hours of packing and unpacking, boxes being passed around between many adults, a little boy weaved between them to make his way inside their new, two-story home. The house was a bright shade of red, but inside was a gaudy tint of purple. A new paint job was definitely due.

The boy continued his way up the stairs, following a mover into his new bedroom as they set a box down with the other pile. It was pretty vacant, nothing too special in size. Normally, most kids would be excited to be in a new place, or saddened to leave their old home behind, but this empty room only added on to the sense of unexplained loneliness to the kid. And even he didn't know why.

Walking up to a window, he scanned the outside area from this new vantage point. Snowy, lined with similar looking houses that may have well been copied and pasted, each a varying color.

One can only imagine what happens next in this little town.

"Sweetie? Hon, you all dressed?"

A knock and the sound of his mother's voice interrupted his thoughts. He moved away to stand in the middle of the room, the door opening as his parents let themselves in. "Hey, champ!" His dad greets. "How do you like your new room?" The boy glanced around one last time. He really didn't know what to think. It was nice, he supposed? They just moved after all.

His mom and dad shuffled awkwardly as they tried to move the conversation along. "I know it's a big change for all of us, but... do you remember why we moved to this quiet little mountain town?"

He blinked, a dart of confusion crossing his mind. He didn't like the way they worded that sentence. They only moved because they wanted a calmer life from the city. He can remember the stressed arguments of his parents in their bedroom long ago. Well, he can't recall why they argued. Surely the cramped lifestyle was the straw for them to move. He can vaguely remember his mother making a comment about it here and there.

His mother's voice snapped him out of it again. "Uhh, sweetie, we want you to have lots of fun here. Why don't you go out and make some friends?" She suggests. "Right, get outside and play, son. Like, like normal kids," his dad added on. "We've got some money for you on the kitchen counter, sweetie. Just, be back before it gets dark."

They walk on back downstairs as their son gives a small wave behind them. Whether they see or not, it didn't matter. After a moment of getting himself situated, exploring his home, grabbing the bits of change on the kitchen counter, and narrowly avoiding his dad forcing him out of the house, he stands on his front lawn. It seemed quite calm for-

"You shall die by my warhammer, Drow Elf!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"I banish thee to the forest realm!"

"No way! I banished you first!"

The boy turned to the direction the sound came from as he walked out to the sidewalk. From there, he could see two kids playing some sort of game of pretend. They both wore makeshift costumes, an elf and some sort of warrior. He couldn't quite place it. They were engaged in a battle, hammer and sword swinging around until the blond warrior fell the ground with a meak sound. From there the other child just started wailing on him. It honestly made the newcomer watch on with shock. He had to stop it.

He quickly ran forward as the little kid yelped and cried for help, delivering a surprise punch to the bullying elf. He stumbled back, either from the pain or being ambushed, a glare of annoyance in his eyes. "Hey, no fair, that's cheating! I'm gonna tell my mom!" The elf whined before scurrying off.

So much for first impressions in this town, but that wasn't currently on his mind. The boy knelt down to help the other, careful not to touch a bruise or welt. The blond child huffed for a moment as he dusted himself off. "Thanks, kid. I didn't realize he had a health potion."

He took a second to scan the newcomer with a smile now on his face. "My... my name is Butters the Merciful. I'm a paladin. I live right next door to you. We should be friends!"

Oh. A friend! That was pretty easy.

Before the kid could speak, Butters took a step back down the sidewalk as he pointed down the road. "Now that we're friends, you should speak with the Wizard King. He's been talking about your arrival. The Wizard lives this way, in the green house over there."

He leaned over Butters's shoulder, noticing the house he spoke of in the distance. He could also see the top of a cardboard tower in the backyard. That must be where he would be led to.

Butters didn't wait for the boy to follow. As they walked together, he sent by a flurry of questions to the new child. Where he was from, where'd he live before, why he wore his hair the way he did. It honestly made him feel a little dizzy, to be honest, trying to at least get an answer in or even remember them. Now that he thought about it, where was he from?

"You don't talk much, do ya? That's okay, I can talk enough for both of us," Butters chirped as they approached the house. A relieved breath escaped the boy, both for the onslaught of questions to stop, and the fact that he wasn't much of a talker to begin with. Thank goodness for that.

The door to the green house suddenly opened, revealing a portly kid in stitched robes and a blue wizard hat which was definitely compensating for something. Already, the boy could feel a sense of indignance and disgust from this wizard, even from the way he looked at the newcomer while Butters did an obviously scripted announcement for them. "So, you are the new kid. Your coming was foretold by Coldwell Banker," the chubby boy greeted. "I am the Wizard King. But the time for talk is not nigh. Let me show you my kingdom."

The trio moved to step inside. It was a quaint little home, furnished with love and looked after with care. "Oh, who's your new friend, Eric?" A woman cooed as she was sat on the couch, but the wizard rudely marched past her. "Shut up, mom, not now." The new boy tried to offer a polite hello but was promptly grabbed by the wrist and dragged off by Eric when he faltered. "Don't talk to her. She's not part of the game."

Jeez. So much for hospitality.

They make it through the kitchen and out to the backyard, the sliding door revealing the area. It took the kid's breath away from how grand it all seemed. "Welcome, to the Kingdom of Kupa Keep!" The wizard boasted.

A giant tent stood at the back against the wooden fence, with even larger cardboard walls that resembled castle walls surrounding it. Dummies were darted on the lawn towards the right, and a sandy pen settled on the left housing a gray cat that just sunbathed calmly. There was no way the wizard set this all up by himself.

Of course, the trio wasn't alone. There was another set of kids in the backyard with them. The new kid could tell just by their outfits that they had set roles within this complex game of make believe. Eric and Butters showed him around, introducing him to the other players. A knight was sat off by a table 'cleaning' a wooden blade, while a freckled ranger was sat by the pen, trying to coax the cat to come closer so he could pet it. And stood by the entrance of the 'castle' was a shorter boy in a wrinkled dress and a poofy wig which sat over the hood of his jacket. It was a bit of a weird sight for the newcomer, but it wasn't like it bothered him.

They all stop by the opening of the tent, Eric standing in the middle between the princess named Kenny and Butters. "You have been sought out, new kid, because humans everywhere are in great danger," Eric explained as he struck his staff into the ground. "I heed something from you, and, in return, I am prepared to allow you into my kingdom. I know you are very excited. It's time for your first quest, but first, please tell us thy name..."

The boy felt his eyes widen. He couldn't lie, he was pretty excited. His first day in South Park, and he was thrown into the midst of an important battle. And it all starts when he gives a name. It had to be a good one. Creative but not too unique that he felt like a main character. So many possibilities!

"What was that? You said your name was 'Douchebag'? Is that correct?"

What?

The boy scowled. He didn't even utter a breath yet! He opened his mouth to retort as Eric was cupping his ear to listen, but the wizard quickly leaned back with a smug smile. "You sure you want to keep the name 'Douchebag'?" He interrupted, Butters snickering behind his hand off to the side.

This was impossible. The new boy decided it was not worth arguing with Eric. He had a sense it would've been pointless. With a quiet scoff, he glanced off to the side and accepted his fate.

They continue to explain the game some more to the kid, all the way from classes, to weapons, how they fight, and the precious, all powerful, Stick of Truth. An object the humans must guard in order to win the war, which was sat atop a velvet pillow inside the tent, hidden away from the wrong hands.

Well, it was after the newcomer recieved and delivered many bruises during training when things started going wrong. There was a sound beyond the fence of the backyard. Chanting, yelling of other kids. It was growing louder.

"ALARM! ALARM! ALARM! The elves are attacking!" Butters cried out. Eric cursed under his breath as he shoved past the newcomer to witness the attack himself.

"Man the gates! Don't let them through! Clyde, guard the Stick of Truth while we defend the fortress!"

"Aye, aye!"

"'Aye, aye'? We're not playing pirates, Clyde!"

The new kid rolled his eyes. While they were busy arguing, he got to work. He saw this as a chance to prove himself to the others, and maybe gain an opportunity to change his god awful name, Douchebag. Brandishing his wooden dagger from his choice of the thief class, he sprinted forward to help Butters, who was losing against a kid because he "didn't want to make them feel bad". He sent a rough stab to the elf's back while they were distracted. A shrill squeak left the elf as the cardboard crumpled and scraped against him, whirling around with a face of anger. "You can't just do that!" He complained, but Butters scrambled back to his feet and struck his hammer against the elf's head. The young elf quickly crumpled with a groan while blood poured from his head. The new boy would be lying if he said he didn't feel queasy at the sight, but he had no time to focus on this haphazard way of fighting.

The battle between humans and elves continued until an elf ranger called for a retreat. The invaders ran away, and the ones that were knocked out weakly stood to their feet to join their teammates. Eric began a taunt as the backyard became empty again, doing a childish dance as everyone regrouped.

A victory. His first victory. The newcomer couldn't feel any more proud for holding his own in this new way of playing dress up. It was dangerous, but there was a thrill to how real it all felt. Maybe it'll all be smooth sailing from here on out.

"It's gone."

Everyone looked to Clyde the knight. Even Eric was quick to pause in his celebration.

"The Stick of Truth. The elves got it."

An uneasy feeling rose in the air. At first, the boy couldn't tell why, but one quick look made it clear. Eric looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. The new kid took a subtle step back. He knew this wasn't going to be pretty.

"THAT WAS YOUR ONE GOD DAMNED JOB, CLYDE! TO GUARD THE STICK OF FUCKING TRUTH!" Eric shrieked in Clyde's face. There was a pause as the wizard king paced around before he waved his staff in front of Clyde, nearly smacking him in the face. "Clyde, you are hereby BANISHED FROM SPACE AND TIME!" The knight stared with his mouth agape, struggling to find some sort of word. "Wh-What? NO! You can't do that!" He huffed out with clenched fists. They continue to argue, with Butters adding unneeded comments until Clyde stormed off, tossing his helmet away with frustration towards Scott the ranger. He yelped as he nearly dropped it on the snowy ground but held it close to his chest while everyone watched Clyde leave.

The boy felt bad. It was a hectic fight for everyone, and they were severely outnumbered. Keeping the stick safe was slim to none. However, he was snapped out of his thoughts as Eric continued to vent his frustrations. He was saying something about getting the Stick of Truth back and gathering the rest of the human army, but the new kid only caught on to the last bit. "-go out into the neighborhood and find my greatest warriors. Tolkien, Tweek, and Craig. Give me your phone. I'll text you their pictures to your personal inventory device."

Ugh. The last thing he wanted to do was give Eric his phone number, but after witnessing the entire bout with Clyde, he didn't want to exactly meet the same fate. The newcomer dug out his phone, let the wizard do his thing, and quickly snatched it back. A nasty glare was sent his way by Eric for a single second before he waved the new kid off. "Beware, Douchebag. The lands outside are full of marauding drow elves, monsters, and sixth graders. Be sure you are well equipped. Now go! And send my warriors here!" Eric turned to reorganize his backyard with Princess Kenny and Scott before he added, "And take Butters with you! He needs the experience!"

And now, the new boy was alone.

He looked around, taking in everything that has happened the past few minutes. It was a lot to process. South Park was certainly starting to live up to its infamous name, and this was only with the children of the town. Who knows what will happen when he meets everyone else?

Shaking the thought away, the boy walked over to Butters. He gave a small wave, and just like he assumed, the paladin spoke for him. "Wha-? You want me to come with you? Okay! Lead the way!" He chirped, springing to his feet as he holstered his hammer. Together, the two kids left Eric's home to explore South Park in its entirety, with the new kid in the lead.

He was ready to get the stick back, to make friends, to hopefully settle in his new life of living in South Park.

This was a fresh start for the newcomer. The new kid named Ashton Roscoe.

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(Yeah, this is gonna be a fanfic between my oc and my sister's Tootsy. Like I mentioned in a previous post, it'll all mainly be a TFBW story focusing around them two rather than just retelling the game's plot. And like I mentioned in another post, I'm not all that good at writing fanfiction, but I'm gonna do it anyway. Hope you guys like it if you are interested :D)

[freethebook]

Would you give up everything you have, if it meant getting everything you want?

For Morgan Pajpjow, normalcy is perhaps a relative term. To most, moving to a new town twice a year would be a bit unusual, but that's Morgan's normal, and he's resigned to it. After all, what's the point of making new friends when it would just be wasted effort? So he keeps his head down, content to be ignored by most, and staves off the meddling and antagonism of the few who won't.

But when Morgan finds a silver branch waiting for him on his way home, normalcy abandons him. Down a disused fork in his driveway, he tumbles headfirst into the Otherworld--a land of arbitrary laws ruled by capricious fairies. A dance, a gift, or an invitation suddenly become waiting snares, eager to bind him into servitude. Now, far from home, Morgan will have to learn how to embrace vulnerability and ask for others' help, or face being stranded in the Otherworld forever.

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Hi Tumblr! I'm Kurt and this is my debut novel.

Morgan and the Fey is about a high-school freshman complacent with his lot in life, who suddenly finds escape and danger in a world completely foreign to him. The Otherworld he falls into is one part pan-European fairylore, one part mythological quest cycle, and eight parts uncharted old-growth forest. This book has a host of inspirations, but if I had to describe it in a comp, I would say it's Garth Nix's Keys to the Kingdom meets the Fafnismal.

This is an idea that came to me very suddenly about two years ago, while reading up on folklore and listening to music from the Romance era (as one does), and I very quickly fell in love with it. It ran away with my imagination and I ended up writing my first draft in a span of eight months, which was far faster than any project I'd worked on of a similar scale before now. And since then, I've been trying to make this dream a reality.

Writing Morgan was very much a labour of love for me. This is primarily the kind of book that I would've wanted growing up as a queer kid with no real way to define myself--with a main character who doesn't quite fit the mold (but isn't particularly afraid of that), struggling to find both his place in the world and people he can truly trust.

This book focuses on the lives of queer youth, and all the struggle that comes with that identity. There's of course countless themes that are wrapped up in that, and many that the novel explores. But primarily, Morgan is about self-discovery--the best and worst of you brought out by the people you know, the places and people you call home, and figuring out just who you are and where you stand in this crazy world.

If you're interested and would like to preorder, you can find Morgan and the Fey at any of the locations below:

Rakuten Kobo

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Additional links to other stores will be available as they generate, so I'll be updating as that occurs!

Morgan and the Fey will be available for purchase November 7th 2023.

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

Hey I'm curious, have you heard of the corpse au? I wonder what the league would think about that. Like, Danny has forgotten about the corpse he buried (he's still half alive he just has like a half completed dead body as well) until the police uncovers it and he's freaking out because not only are they disturbing his grave but they might figure out his secret. Batman finds out and he swoops in to make sure he's not found out but now they must fully take in the fact that 'holy shit this kid is dead and has a dead body'.

ohho, i have heard of the danny has a corpse he has to hide though it doesn’t make entire biological sense, especially with him being still alive. like why would his ghost half still have access to an alive human body, if his actual body flopped to the ground separate from him? why would he have two bodies after getting zapped? and it’s pretty firmly established that he was mutated by the ectoenergy. so like. it doesn’t make sense but it is an aesthetic and a fascinating au to explore. i particularly like some art where danny hid his body in the truck of a tree ‘who put danny in the willow tree’ was what the piece was called, i think? and it’s a reference to a real true crime case, who put bella in the wych elm. it captured my imagination

anyway, if we’re gonna make this make sense, i’m just gonna put it out there, danny has clones. the ones we meet all turned to goo. but those were the ectoplasm based clones. who’s to say vlad didn’t make some flesh based clones too, clones who couldn’t handle the ectoplasm he tried to inject them with to turn them halfa. clones he had to bury somewhere as a dirty little secret. bodies that danny has no knowledge of

and then, say, the police find one of these bodies and it starts as a missing persons case. but then another body is found in those same woods. with the same dna and dental pattern? twins? but don’t twins have different teeth as they age? then they find another body in their expanding search or those woods. and this one is younger but... same dna.

so it becomes a massive mystery and something of a conspiracy, so of course the worlds greatest detective batman has to investigate.

funny thing is he discovers someone with the same dna, very much alive and attending high school not even a town over. danny fenton.

and as the investigation goes on he ends up unraveling more and more of danny fentons secrets. his ghost hunter parents, his strange antagonistic relationship with the mayor, a very similar looking local ghost. there’s a lot of pieces on the table and danny just wants to be left alone. he doesn’t want to think about the fact that there are bodies in the forest that belong to him. he doesn’t want to think about people using the mystery to unbury his own secrets.

but he has little choice in the matter

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so yeah. basically batman doesn’t know phantom has a human form and ends up involved in a mystery that uncovers all of danny’s secrets and how messed up vlad is. the case is fairly public and is going to be hard to cover up, but bats is still gonna protect this tiny half human child, because he needs the help. -Hestia

[meirimerens]

If you're accepting fandom questions could we have some elaboration about those mgs jupiter family alaskan daydreams please? Also your amazing TEW art got me into the series so thanks, I'm liking it a lot!!

first of all, i’m so deeply honored that my art could get you into a game, and also : god i’m fucking sorry lol

second of all

oh god oh fuck alaskan daydreams time

okay so long /, the read mores don’t work, you’re gonna have to bear with it

so tldr i have… EXTENSIVE imaginated stories about dave, hal and sunny living in a little remote cabin in alaska. 

BACKSTORY 

i’d imagine it’d come somewhere post-mgs2 even though sunny is already a bit grown so maybe like just disregard canon OR imagine a different timeline i don’t know, and it’s from a place where hal and dave don’t have anything to do after the mgs2 incidents (so no mgs4 and love of god NO accelerated aging i can’t deal with this), and there is this atmosphere of… “we’ve been sticking together for so long, i can’t see ourselves just parting ways (plus we have a kid to raise and i can’t imagine raising her alone) so how about we make the rest of our lives together” and dave is just like… “hey, we’ve been running all across the country, jumping from shitty motel to shitty motel to shittier apartments, and i have this cabin i once lived in, how about we just all move into it and re-inhabit it” and that’s just how it starts. 

THE CABIN

it’s a cabin i have extensively thought about (because i’m obsessed with cabins and being a hermit, so that helps). it’d be near the shore of the Twin Lakes, Alaska (taken from the canon fact that this is where snake lived pre-MGS1), so they’d live off-the-grid and in almost-self-sufficiency (they become more and more self-sufficient as time goes on and they make more adjustments to the cabin). 

i imagine it would look similar to Proenneke’s cabin (which incidentally is also near Twin Lakes), maybe on the other shore, all wood with a vegetation/moss roof + a slight porch/elevation to protect the entrance from a bit of the snow. it’d be surrounded by wooden little dog kennels/crates for the huskies (more on that later) similar to the ones in [this video] around the 0:59 min mark (warning for animal death/general stuff that goes on in a trapper’s lifestyle for the vid).

it here’s a floor plan of the cabin, not to proportions because i’m just shit at it :

(good luck reading that)

not pictured : when sunny was smaller (before the addition), her bed was like a little shelf just above the big bed (that hal and dave share) with little like “walls” so she doesn’t fall and a thick mattress, which was discarded when she got her new room.

later would be added an outdoor kitchen and a chicken coop (more on that…….. later)

EATING THERE

as i said, they’d first be living in semi-dependency : every ¾ weeks they’d have to go to Port Alsworth/Anchorage or somewhere else to stock tf up. Snake would fish (you can fish for subsistence if you’ve been living in Alaska for over a year according to law) and hunt (seems to be the same type of law when hunting for food, YES i’ve researched this, leave me alone) for food. As he has done odd jobs to afford his cabin, I imagine he’d have done crabbing, and would show up to help on crabbing boats from time to time to get some of them crabs.

later, I imagine they would get 4 rescue hens to get some of them fresh eggs. snake would build a chicken scoop from forest wood. 1 of the hens wouldn’t be able to make eggs because she was traumatized from the industry but they still took her in because she was close friends with the other hens and they didn’t want to separate them. 

I imagine Snake had been growing his own herbs in the kitchen but maybe they’d get a greenhouse ready.

they’d go foraging for berries, fruits and mushrooms according to the seasons and make a SHITTON of jams and preserves.

LIVING THERE

i imagine there would be a lot of solidarity with the surrounding populations. for exemple, Hal would help set up and manage online dictionaries for Iñupiat, Yup'ik or Alutiiq languages with the local communities, maybe help wire up some schools, things like that, and as thanks some people would go check on them and give em veggies or something.

THE DOGS :

Snake is getting them.

since we don’t know what happened to his huskies around mgs1, i suppose/guess they were at some time confiscated from him, so first, he’s get a lovely husky female from a shelter (i also have long thought about how he’d never go to a breeder and only adopt, because the whole “creature created with a man’s ideal in mind” hits a bit too close for him you feel) that would later be revealed as pregnant with like 5 puppies (it will come back later as relevant as promise). Then he’d do his best to regain contact with his huskies, maybe setting up a call on social media (THIS WILL BE PART OF A BRAIN ROTTING DEGENERACY I WILL EXPAND ON IN A MINUTE) to find them again. i imagined he would get to see one of his old huskies, who has well aged, who was adopted by some nice nice people. then said nice people, after his visit, insisting on him getting his husky back because “since you left she hasn’t been herself, she refused to eat. we think she misses you too much. we love her tons and it breaks our heart to let her go, but we think she would be so much happier by your side” type of deal, i’m fucking crying just thinking about it.

of course, once his team is back in shape, he’s run the Iditarod again. Hed keep contact with hal over walkietalkie during the race. hal would jump in his arms when he crosses the finish line, the pic would circulate in the news. it’d be cute i’m saying.

THE HENS :

as I said, adopted, in a little scoop snake built himself. they give eggs. sometimes they let them roam free and they bully hal when he peels vegetables (i’ve drawn smth about this). sunny feeds them in the mornings. things are good.

MORNING ROUTINE :

Snake wakes up around 5AM because he don’t need no sleep and goes to his huskies. feeds them. then make them run. when he gets back around 8 to 8:30, hal is still asleep. snake makes breakfast. the scents wake hal up. things are good.

SUNNY?

Sunny is taught by snake how to chop wood. he makes a tiny axe for her tiny hands. he and hal teach her how to swim in the Twin Lakes. the waters cold but she grows immune to it, strong and stronger. she learns how to differenciate which mushrooms and berries are edible.

they try to send her to school but she’s WAY too advanced and is bored to death. she stays at home. she’s outside all day or she learns astrophysics with Hal, who’s taking online classes in his free time. she learns some Athabaskan languages at a community class once in a while, she makes some friends.

HOW’S THE WEATHER

They go on hikes a lot. Often, and long ones. At first, sunny is in a little baby back carrier (i have drawn about this), then she walks just right. Alaska has gorgeous national parks, they explore them, year after year. They arrive in a town, exhausted and beat, they find a hotel room. It has a bathtub and warm water. Hal is OVERJOYED.

in the earliest hints of spring, snake takes them to Fairbanks through the beautiful alaskan railroad. they see the most beautiful and powerful of northern lights during the full season. hal and sunny can’t tear their eyes from the skies.

THIS IS WHERE I GO CRAZY GO STUPID.

ok…. so bear with me.

i mentioned an internet/social media presence.

it’s because in a deviation of this daydream, snake has a little youtube channel (and an instagram to go with it).

it’s not much. it’s really not, but hal has a few cameras and more that he finds and fixes.

it’s mostly lowkey, chill vlogs. stuff like 

“slow alaskan winter day (no talking)” 

“sprintime berry picking ( + jams recipes!)”

“alaskan summer outdoor fire cookout ( + wild moose and caribou near the lake)”

“denali national park hike (day 1)”

stuff that like you know. as well as some more…

“i ran the iditarod (and won)”

“we got hens (building a chicken scoop, meeting the rescue hens and more)”

“musher’s morning routine (i’d recommend you didn’t try this at home if you are not the genetically engineered clone of a super-soldier, for your sake)”

and as you guessed…

“so our rescue husky was pregnant… (i’m an idiot who didn’t notice, trip to the vet, building a whelping pen, whelping, bottlefeeding tiny pup + all the puppies’ pictures!)”

where dave would teach hal how to bottlefeed a puppy and you’d be able to hear hal’s “oh god oh god oh god oh god”s from out of frame as the camera focuses on dave’s hands holding his to have him perfectly cup the puppy in his palm and carry the bottle. this type of deal.

then follow-up videos of the puppies climbing the bed where hal is, playing on his gameboy. he chuckles nervously and then heartily when a puppy licks his face.

some winter days, the videos have snake bringing all the huskies in the small cabin. some of them sit calmly on the wide bed where hal studies his astrophysics.

and an instagram with wilderness pictures… all except a few taken by hal. some of snake posing in front of the snowed in cabin. some of warm drinks made on winter days. you know the deal.

and they’d have such a nice… positive… lowkey and easy-going comment section. dave would reply to a lot of them. 

he’d get quite a share of “hey man, i love your vids so much, thank you for posting this content. i was wondering, sorry if it’s a bit too personal, are you and your roommate dating? you two seem very close, but i don’t want to assume anything 😅 absolutely love your content either way, you’re the only youtuber i have notifs on” to which he’d reply “thank you so much, really appreciate it. and we’re not, we’ve just known each other for a long, long time. we’re aware two straight guys raising a child and living together isolated makes for a bit of confusion, but it’s totally platonic between us. thanks for sticking around.” but one day he uploads a vid that’s like 

“crabbing in juneau ! + life update (please read description)”

and the desc + the first 20 seconds of the vid is a text superimposed over embarassing pictures of hal and it reads “hey all / quick personal update, i’ll make it quick / otacon and i realized we loved each other / (as more than friends that is) / so if we seem just a bit closer in the videos from now on this is why / no idea how this is going to turn out for up / but yeah. if he seems a bit more affectionate it’s because we’re dating now, or something like that / and to everyone whom i told ‘it’s just strictly platonic between us’:  / well. ha ha. whoops. / anyway thank you for reading / enjoy the video” and all the comments would be like “that’s so dope i’m so happy for you” and other “tbf we saw that coming” and snake would smash that like button on these comments.

and he’d have a video of the whole iditarod race as taken from a camera on his jacket/on his sled… and he’d have videos of him filming hal film the landscape through the window of the train during their trip to fairbanks… and of hal and sunny in said train sharing a tangerine… and of him building a little axe for sunny…. and he’d always ask her if she is okay with being on camera, and when she’d say no he’d make sure she doesn’t appear on here or add a cute husky sticker on her face so she’s not seen.

just lowkey. chill. upbeat. simple life moments. he’d disappear off the internet for a month because he’s just enjoying the life and when he’d come back everyone would be very understanding and glad to see some cool pictures or vids. you know? just chilling. just chilling. just living.

one day before a “hiking through lake clark national park” he has the same little life update thing and it goes “hey / so otacon and i got married / sunny and aksinya [rescued pregant husky] were our flower girls / otacon cried / i cried / anyway, enjoy the video” over pictures of the tiny alaskan wedding. and it’s well.

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

(have an odd bunch) Muffet, Grillby, Burgerpants, and Nicecream Guy one day found a human baby in a hollowed out tree with nothing but a note reading "If you are reading this, I have no doubt you're most likely a monster, but either way, I pray that you're kind enough to listen to me. I don't have much time, so please, all I ask is that you take care of my child and let them live. The royal guard is after me, and it's not safe to keep them with me. P.s. please let them know that I'm sorry."

{ Oh, well-!I assume you mean the Tale! Versions of the characters, since you have not specified anything.I had the need to add also Gaster because I truly love writing of Wingding so he is the bonus this time, maybe I will add him very often~ }

❧ Tale! Muffet ;

She was already a mom since she got so many spider children she adored so much. They were her joy and pride and every one of them loved so much their spider mother as well. While she was taking a walk, she noticed a strange sound coming from the woods, so Muffet, moving her pretty eight arms, decided to take a look, finding a creature in a hollowed out tree. It was a kid, a man cub. She could not find the reason why a baby like this was here. It was strange seeing a human in the Underground because they usually were founded by Toriel or the skeleton brothers and not by normal citizens. This was so weird.The spider lady did not know what to do with this child because she was not sure if she could keep them. Maybe she would have given them to Asgore because human’s souls were so precious but she wouldn’t have delivered them for free, he had to pay a high price to have them because it was so expensive and she was still a businesswoman. After a while of thinking, Muffet took the baby with her, she was still unsure because she could have used them to feed her baby spiders too, human’s meat was so delicious and full of vitamins. Her kids would have been so happy to eat it. So many possibilities and she was still hesitant.Muffet had noticed the notes after she came back home, because it was so dark. Then, she read it and her five eyes got wet because it was the last message of the mother of this child. Muffet, like a mother herself, could perfectly understand those feelings and she felt so bad and guilty for the thoughts she had before. Muffet could have never imagined her life without her precious babies and this little human was alone in this awful world. It was horrible. At the end, the lady spider decided to keep the baby, her strong maternal instinct won over everything and she had a heart, she was not cruel and selfish. She noticed her little spiders adored the human and the little arachnids became like siblings for them, Muffet was so happy and she decided to protect the little human with her life because now they were part of her family and no one could have changed this reality.

❧ Tale! Grillby ;

Rarely, he walked away from his bar in Snowdin because he was a fireman and he could be dangerous without he could realize, setting fires by mistake. This day was different from other days because he had to do some committees for his job, even if he hated crossing the woods because all those trees made him uncomfortable, he was afraid to put everything on fire destroying the forest. Grillby walked with circumspection and carefully, he was really concentrated until he heard a crying. Someone was crying in this forest and it seemed a baby’s lament so he thought a kid was in danger so he had to help them. After he searched for the voice, he found a little human inside a tree. This child was trembling because of the cold and it seemed they were alone and abandoned. Getting closer to them, he noticed there was a notes near the baby, Grillby has not had the time to read the words written there that the paper burnt under his touch so he lost most of the message. He understood  that a mother left here her child to save them from some hunters but he could not see who this person was and how she reached this place since adult humans rarely came here. In any case, the fireman decided to take the baby because it was too cold here and they needed something to eat, their state was miserable. He did not know how to take care of a little human but Grillby was not heartless so he gave mercy to the child who was unable to protect themselves alone. After a while, the fireman got affectionate to the little kid and he chose to keep them because this baby has been too much unlucky in their life and they deserved a little peace of mind. Even if he was a fire monster, he did not hurt them because he could control his flames well and the kid was so happy with him. They always laughed seeing his red blazes, they played with his glasses, and Grillby has never thought a little child like it could bring to him so much joy. The thought to give them to Asgore has never crossed his mind. This little baby was like his son now.

❧ Tale! Burgerpants ;

It was a warm night and Burgerpants was coming back home after a long and exhausting day of  job. He truly hated that job because he felt like a poor slave and this was not his ambition. He should have been on the stage singing songs, not Mettaton. He was just a robot, an artificial creature. Even his voice was fake and artificial and it did not matter how much the current technologic was evolved. Burgerpants was surely more talented than MTT even if he gave up his dream so long ago and now he was lost in the oblivion. Hotland was a place too much hot for his tastes and he was sweating like a runner who just crossed the desert after a marathon. The poor cat was going to faint when, suddenly, a voice brought him to reality and it seemed someone was crying and he did not care to know what it was since it was not his business. That crying became louder than before and his ears were exploding so Burgerpants decided to see what was happening. Then, his sight was captured by a weird tree and he did not know there were trees here but it was an isolated tree with a ruined bark and that sound came from there.  In the moment he looked inside the tree’s hole, he noticed a little baby covered by blankets. They were so small but the thing that surprised him was the fact that they were a human and it was too strange. How could a baby human be in a place like this? Then, his questions received the proper answers since he read the text left by the mother and the monster cat was shocked. This baby was an orphan, he felt so sad for them but he did not know what to do and he did not have any experiences with children. It was a miracle if he was able to take care of himself. How could he handle a little kid? And it was a human so it was a problem since humans were seen with suspicions in the Underground. He decided to take it anyway because he could not leave this creature alone in the middle of nowhere.The baby was very friendly with Burgerpants and he felt his heart full of joy like he has found a new reason to live, and he was back to life again. He was so touched when the baby held his paw with their little fingers and Burgerpants cuddled him crying because it was like a miracle. They were his little buddy and he did not want to leave them anymore. It was a gift from up above and now this poor man had discovered a new sense of life.

❧ Tale! Nice Cream Guy ;

The days proceeded as usual for the ice-cream man of the Underground, he was gentle and friendly and his ice creams were so nice. Nothing could go wrong today even if some people could ask what was the sense of selling ice creams in a city like Snowdin, since here the snow was everywhere and the cold was enough, it seemed. The Nice Cream Guy did not care about these little things because he was ready to welcome his clients with the most beautiful smile and they would have bought his ice creams only for seeing his cute face. His name was a guaranty and maybe the real purpose of his customers was admiring the fascinating rabbit of the ice creams. Today was calm and ordinary but he was not bored because he was sure something new would happen. He had this strange feeling, like it was a sixth sense. After a while, these feelings revealed itself to be true but it was something the Nice Cream Guy could have never expected. A sound so similar to a crying echoed in the woods of Snowdin and it was becoming more intense, so he decided to investigate leaving for some minutes his ice creams stand. His portentous rabbit ears followed the sound until he reached the place where it came from. There was a child in a tree and this was a human kid. The Nice Cream Guy was confused because it was rare finding a baby in a tree. It has never happened so he did not know what to do. Maybe he should have contacted the royal guards because humans here were most wanted. Then, he noticed the notes the baby was carrying with them, it contained a message from their mother who asked for help. She wanted that their baby survived and anyone who had found them took care of them because they were so little and vulnerable. The rabbit man brought the baby with him because a creature like this could not stay in the middle of a cold forest and he was still a nice guy so he had to help them!The baby found his fur so soft and comfortable and they slept there like The Nice Guy was a duvet and he feel in love with this baby instantly because they were so sweet. He decided that they would have become his heir because he wanted to teach the profession of the ice-cream man to them, and it was so wonderful. He was already proud of his child.

BONUS:

☛ Tale! Gaster ;

Wingding had no time to dedicate to himself or others, since he was so busy with his job at the Lab to pay attention to life in general. One day or another it could happen that even the loneliest persons like him were forced to leave their house, exploring the wild world. Not that he was afraid of something but it was a nuisance. He had to go to Asgore because the King wanted to know how his experiments about human’s souls were proceeding and Gaster was a little pissed because this pressure made him nervous and those experiments were going nowhere because this was a hard research but the king wanted everything now but he needed to be a little more patient. The most important scientific discovers often came by mistakes, so you could never predict anything. Just think about to the Newton’s apple, so Gaster was waiting for the right moment until that apple would have fallen from the sky. No apple has fallen from the sky actually, since it was an artificial sky. It was absurd anyway because apples did not rain from the sky so he got confused.The visit to the king was a little boring because Gaster did not have nothing to say to him since he was still experimenting and he still did not possess any sample of a determinate soul so he could not do anything until he found it. The scientist was directed home when suddenly a mysterious sound brought him to reality, it was a loud voice of someone who was crying. He could not understand but he was curious, so he decided to check until he reached the forest where he found a hollowed out tree but the most disorienting thing was the thing inside it: a human. It was a baby human and Gaster thought he was dreaming. He found something better than an apple, this was the illumination he needed. He acted calm and circumspect anyway because it could be dangerous and nobody had to see him bringing a baby at home. In a second time, after he came back at his Lab, he read the letter and this was so sad because now he understood this baby was an orphan and the royal guards wanted to catch him like a prize. His real duty was to give them to Asgore because it was an another soul useful to break the barrier. On the other hand, he did not want to give this baby to him because he would have killed them and maybe this creature should have helped him with his studies. Then, he found out what kind of soul this little child got and Gaster felt luckier than Newton because they had a determinate soul even if it was not so bright because they were still a baby but it was all he needed. Wingding decided to take care of the baby and he was full of hope because this baby would have permitted him to resolve the mysteries of souls.The time passed, and Gaster became more attached to the baby since he considered them like his child and he had taught to them all his awareness as if they were his assistant. It’s been a while from the last time he felt so relaxed and not alone anymore.