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[marifilue]

Jeopardize

Pairing: Logan Howlett x GF!Mutant!Reader (no use of y/n)

One shot: Following Logan on his mission gone wrong. He scolds you, but the tension turns into playful intimacy as he takes care of your wound.

Warnings: Fluffs, violence, blood, wound stitches, suggestive content (MDNI), romantic tension, established relationship, language.

Word Count: 3.4k

Quiet! Please be quiet! You had been screaming it mentally for the past few minutes, though you weren’t sure how long. A fabric was tied over your eyes, your mouth plastered shut, your entire body slumped weakly against a chair. Your hands were secured behind the backrest, bound tightly with a series of dead knots. You should've realized this was a bad idea.

Having telepathic abilities isn’t always fun. Accidentally poking into people's heads and stealing their jokes? Fun. Accidentally stumbling into your dear boyfriend’s thoughts about his upcoming mission? Not fun.

What was a girl supposed to do? Professor Xavier always sent Logan off to the middle of nowhere, alone, for days. And you? You’d count every second until he came back, just to have him in your arms again—to feel his breath against your skin.

Every time you woke up in the middle of the night, even for just a moment, you'd take the chance to look at him. Just seeing him relaxed, no cigar in his mouth, no furrowed brows. Just Logan. Your Logan.

A small, sleepy smile would always find its way onto your lips. If you were more awake, you might have even kicked your feet in excitement. But the steady rhythm of his breathing was always enough to lull you back to sleep.

Last night, while he rested his head on your lap, you ran your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. He had been grumbling about Bobby being a bad influence on Marie.

With his head down, you accidentally caught a glimpse of his recent conversation with the Professor. Logan will be leaving for a mission tomorrow night, just for the night.

Saturday night. Your Saturday night. The one you had already planned—a movie night, takeout, just the two of you. And now? Gone. And he still hadn’t found the heart to tell you.

You realized you had crossed a boundary, one you promised never to overstep without permission. So, to cover up your slip, you scoffed and teased him about acting like Marie’s overprotective dad. You found it cute, he was being a little too much, but they were just teenagers.

Logan didn’t respond much. Instead, he just pulled you close and spooned you for the rest of the night, his thoughts wide open but his words unspoken.

He finally told you the next afternoon, and like always, you had to act surprised—act disappointed, tell him you hated the Professor. He had just laughed, kissed you, and promised to make it up to you later.

And then, at exactly seven that evening, he left.

Thirty minutes later, fully aware of what you were doing, you followed.

You had managed to sneak out in casual clothes, just a sweater and baggy pants but underneath, you wore the black leather of the X-Men suit.

Taking your motorcycle, you followed the information you had gathered from Logan’s head, hoping you were hanging by a thin enough thread that the Professor wouldn’t find out. Besides, it was a harmless mission.

A simple task. Some facility had been developing a mutation-suppressing cure, designed to be weaponized. All Logan had to do was destroy their stock. Maybe burn the place down. Nothing too complicated. Just a fun Saturday night out with Logan—except he didn’t know it yet.

The ride took about an hour, leading you to an off-grid facility. You parked your bike about a hundred yards away, shedding your outer layers and leaving them by the bike. Your boots crunched against the dirt as you scanned your surroundings for any sign of Logan.

Nothing.

You crouched under a tree, watching and waiting. The plan was simple—every night at 10 p.m., a package was delivered to the facility. Logan was supposed to sneak into one of the trucks.

And so, you waited.

He had to be out there somewhere, probably hiding too.

Finally, the truck arrived on schedule, just as the Professor had said. As it rolled past, you broke into a sprint, catching up just in time to grab onto the back and haul yourself into the trunk where various pieces of equipment were stored.

The space was dark and cramped.

“Logan?” you whispered, not too loudly.

Silence.

Frowning, you called out again, slightly louder. Still no response.

Without hesitation, you ducked behind a stack of supplies and waited.

Well, you’ve always sucked at hiding, haven’t you?

Within minutes, everything had escalated out of control. Logan never got into the truck. You got caught instead.

Your combat skills were no match against a dozen armed men. You had managed to stab one of them in the chest with your pocket knife—only for him to return the favor, driving your own blade into your bicep and pull it out immediately, leaving the blade scattered on the floor and your arm became a quick blood flow.

You took down a few of them, forcing them into unconsciousness by invading their minds. But it didn’t last long. One of them managed to catch you off guard, yanking a rough fabric over your head. It scraped against your skin, burning like sandpaper.

The worst part? Your powers were useless now. You needed to see someone to manipulate their mind, and with your head covered, you were blind.

A heavy voice barked at you, demanding, “Who are you? Who sent you?!”

You didn’t answer.

So, they silenced you—plastering something over your mouth when they realized their questions were pointless.

And now, here you were.

Eyes covered. Mouth sealed. Hands and legs bound tight. An open deep wound in your left bicep.

Your mutation was screaming, bombarded by voices with no faces, no images to ground them. Every thought that forced its way into your head blurred together into an overwhelming storm of noise.

You were drowning in it.

And it was driving you insane.

A sharp noise cut through the haze in your mind. You couldn’t make it out completely, but it was there, chaotic shouts, gunfire, men barking orders into their comms. Then came a metallic clink—a sound you knew all too well.

And then, one by one, the bodies hit the floor with heavy thuds.

A rough hand tugged at the fabric covering your eyes, and suddenly, you were staring into familiar hazel eyes filled with panic.

"You're okay?" Logan muttered, voice tight as he ripped the sticky plaster from your mouth in one swift motion. He stepped behind the chair—then cursed. "Fuck me."

His claws made quick work of the knots binding you, but his eyes were locked on the wound in your bicep.

Your body trembled, adrenaline crashing into anxiety all at once. "Lo, I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

"Save it." His tone left no room for argument. "We’ll talk later. Can you run?"

You nodded. "Yes."

"Good. Let's go."

With thick crimson flow in your arm, you pushed yourself to your feet and ran. Logan, who could’ve easily outpaced you, kept his position behind you, his protective sense evoke.

Your heart pounded violently, your breath ragged. Shit—when was the last time you ran this fast? It felt like your chest was going to explode.

Then, you spotted it. "That's my bike!" you gasped.

"Hand me the keys," Logan ordered, voice firm. No arguing.

You fumbled into your pocket and slapped the key into his palm before climbing onto the passenger seat.

Before mounting the bike himself, Logan grabbed the sweater you had left behind and tied it around your shoulders. Then, he tore the fabric of your pants and wrapped it around your wounded bicep to staunch the bleeding. You grunted in pain as he pulled the fabric tight.

For a second, he just looked at you—your blood is all over the place, your face flushed from the sprint, your breaths uneven.

His heart clenched.

"How’re you holdin' up?" he asked, brushing sweat from your forehead with his rough palm.

You inhaled deeply, then exhaled, forcing yourself to nod. He was going to be furious later when he figured out why you were really here. Hell, he was probably confused as fuck right now. But for now, his focus was clear—get you out of here.

"I'm fine," you reassured him. "Let's go."

He cage your jaw with his palm and pressed a brief, firm kiss to your temple before climbing onto the bike. The gesture was simple yet you can always felt your inside melt everytime he does that.

The engine roared to life, and in a heartbeat, you were flying down the dirt road. You clung to Logan’s waist as the cold night air cut through you, the wind whipping your hair and sweater wildly behind you.

It must’ve been around midnight when the two of you finally arrived at the mansion. Logan parked the bike by the front gate, avoiding the garage in the hopes of not waking anyone. The two of you walked in dead silence, Logan hyper-aware of his surroundings, making sure no one had followed you.

The mansion halls were quiet, almost eerily so, making it feel like you and Logan were the only ones there. He kept glancing your way every few seconds, his expression unreadable. He didn’t know what to say—hell, he wasn’t even sure if he should say anything yet. His anger was simmering beneath the surface, and the last thing he wanted was to take it out on you while you were already hurt.

As you made your way toward your shared bedroom, his thoughts raced. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this. How the hell did you end up on a mission meant only for him? Did Chuck have something to do with this? Oh, he’s gonna have a word with the bald bastard.

When you reached your room, Logan pushed the door open, and you immediately crashed onto the sofa. He shut the door behind him, resting his back against it.

"What happened?" His voice was calmer than expected, careful.

You sighed. Lying wasn’t your strong suit, especially not to him.

"I accidentally looked inside your head," you admitted quietly, fidgeting with your fingers.

Logan’s brows furrowed. "What?"

"You heard me," you said, avoiding his gaze as he took a step closer.

His arms crossed over his chest, his jaw tight. "I thought we agreed—you don’t do that without my consent."

"I know, I know." You lowered your head, feeling cornered. "It was a stupid plan. I just thought we’d have the chance to—at least—hang out."

"Hang out?" Logan's voice hardened. "That’s why you put yourself in danger? For a damn night out?"

Your head snapped up. "Sorry your girlfriend wants to spend time with you because Charles keeps sending you away for days!"

Logan closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, his hands still folded across his chest. He needed a second to regulate his emotions.

You pushed off the couch abruptly and stormed toward the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinets for a first-aid kit.

"Oh no, you're not walking away from me now." Logan followed, leaning against the sink with his arms folded, watching you tear through the cupboard aggressively.

He called your name once.

Twice.

The third time, you finally stopped, your body trembling from exhaustion.

"What, Logan?!" you snapped, frustration bubbling over.

"Look at me."

You hesitated. You hated when he did this—because you were weak for those damn eyes.

Slowly, you turned to him.

"Look, baby," he said, his voice softer now.

"You know our relationship is important to me, right? Of course, I always wanna spend my time with you. You know that." His hands moved, one gently squeezing your shaking arm.

"But I need to know you’re with me in this world. Our world. There are so many mutants out there suffering, and Chuck gives me the chance to help them. And I always take it gladly. Because if not me, then who?"

You swallowed, your anger fading into guilt. "I'm sorry. I was being selfish."

Logan gave a small, approving nod. "Atta girl. So—we’re good?" He leaned in slightly, his face inches from yours.

You nodded. "We’re good."

He pressed a brief, chaste kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. But his eyes flickered down to your blood-soaked sleeve, and the concern returned instantly.

"I need to wake Jean. Or maybe Hank. You need stitches."

"No." You shook your head quickly. "It's midnight. I don’t wanna explain myself to them."

"Darlin’, you're bleeding real bad. You don't have another choice."

"Yes, I do." A bad idea formed in your head. A really bad idea.

"You can stitch."

Logan blinked. "I can?"

"Yeah. You told me that story—back in the ‘60s, a Navy nurse taught you how to stitch. You did it a couple of times."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "I stitched up two fella. That’s it."

"Perfect! Then I’ll be your third!" you said, far too excited for someone with a knife wound.

Logan stared at you like you had lost your damn mind. "Darlin’, no."

"Why not?" You dragged the words into a dramatic whine, nudging his chest. "C’mon, I think it’s romantic."

"Romantic?" He scoffed. "First of all, I only ever stitched up my buddies. Second of all, you’re my girl. I’m not experienced enough, and I love you way too much to screw that up."

You grinned sheepishly. "I love you too, Logan. But you’re being dramatic. You won’t screw up."

You turned back to the cupboard, pulled out the first-aid kit, and shoved it into his hands.

He sighed, shaking his head. "Baby—"

"Don’t baby me. You can do it. I trust you."

Logan exhaled through his nose, muttering a quiet curse before finally giving in.

"Fine," he grumbled, pulling out the medical scissors to cut away the fabric. "Your wish is my command."

Logan sliced the fabric apart, exposing the nasty open wound. The crimson liquid flowed freely again, trailing down your arm.

Without a word, he unzipped your suit from the back, helping you peel off the tight material—smearing blood across it in the process. Well, you thought, guess I’ll just have to ask Scott for a new one after this.

You kicked the rest of the leather jumpsuit off, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Logan closed the toilet seat and gestured for you to sit while he prepared the needle and sutures by the sink.

Sitting behind his towering figure, you rested your chin on your hand. "Logan, strip off your jacket it’s annoying."

He paused mid-motion, giving you a sidelong glance before shaking his head. With a reluctant sigh, he shrugged off his thick leather jacket and let it drop to the floor before continuing his work.

You smirked. "Your shirt too… please?"

His hands stilled again, fingers tightening on the edge of the sink. Through the mirror, his sharp eyes locked onto yours. Without another word, he grabbed the hem of his white shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside. Now, he was left in just his jeans, the buckle of his favorite belt glinting under the dim light.

"Happy?" he asked, catching your awe-struck expression in the mirror and how you grinned widely by his question.

"You might as well ask if the jeans could go too." Logan tease continuing his work.

You shake yout head, biting your cheeks to stop yourself from smiling "Nah," you exaggerated the word in a playful manner.

Logan scoffed. "No? Why not?" he asked, rummaging through the cabinet for rubbing alcohol.

You shrugged playfully. "I like ‘em on. Really enhances your muscles."

Logan exaggerated a pout. "Is that so? You don’t like what’s under there?" He turned, walking toward you with a metal tray of medical supplies.

You gave a nonchalant shrug, but the way your eyes darkened betrayed you. "Not particularly, no."

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. "Didn’t seem that way this mornin' when you whine my finger's not enough and begging me to be balls-deep inside you, huh?"

Your lips parted slightly, heat rushing to your face.

"Now that you mention how good sex can be with you…" You leaned in, cupping the back of his head, your lips brushing against his. "Can’t we just forget the stitches and get sticky instead?"

Logan groaned into the kiss, savoring you for a long moment before muttering against your lips, "Stitches first. Sticky later."

You pulled back with a sigh, biting your lower lip. "Fine."

Logan smirked before refocusing on the task at hand. "Alright, first step—sterilize the wound. Now, I think Jean usually does it gently, dabbing around it with gauze. I, on the other hand, used to just pour the damn alcohol straight onto the wound. Fast and efficient."

Your eyes widened slightly. "Logan, no—"

Logan tipped the bottle over, and the cold burn of alcohol hit your wound like fire. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, and you instinctively jerked, but Logan was faster—his firm grip kept your arm steady.

"Easy, darlin'," he murmured, though there was little gentleness in his method. "Better this way—quick and over with."

"Quick and over with my ass," You gritted your teeth, eyes squeezing shut as the burn spread like wildfire. It wasn’t just a sting—it felt like your skin was being peeled back, raw and exposed.

Logan swore under his breath, watching you tense up. His jaw clenched, and for a brief second, hesitation flickered in his eyes. He could heal from anything, but you? You weren’t built for this kind of pain.

“…Damn it,” he muttered, grabbing a glass of water instead. He soaked a clean cloth and gently wiped away the excess alcohol, his touch much lighter this time. ���Should’ve started with this.”

You exhaled, the cool water soothing the burn slightly. “What, Wolverine suddenly growing a conscience?” you teased, voice strained.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, but there was no heat behind it. He tossed the cloth aside and grabbed the suture kit. “Alright, sit still.”

You watched as he threaded the needle with steady hands, but the way his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly told you he was more nervous than he let on.

“Last time I stitched someone up, it was a warzone. Just a bottle of whiskey and some bad decisions,” he said, positioning the needle over your wound.

“Sounds like a fun Saturday night.”

His lips twitched, but he didn’t take the bait. “Deep breath,” he instructed.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," you exhaled, bracing yourself.

Logan worked fast, but damn, it was not painless. The first pierce of the needle sent a sharp sting radiating up your arm. You hissed, gripping your thigh with your free hand.

"Shit, Lo—"

"I know, I know. Just breathe, baby," he muttered, his voice surprisingly soft. His forehead creased in focus as he pulled the thread through, knotting it tightly before moving to the next stitch.

You tried. You really did. But it hurt like hell. His hands were steady but not delicate—he was used to slicing things apart, not putting them back together.

Logan worked in silence, his brow furrowed in concentration. The stitches weren’t perfect, but they were holding. He was careful, his fingers surprisingly gentle as he tied off each suture.

"Almost done," he murmured, his tone shifting into something more tender. "You’re doin’ good."

A few more stitches, a few more pained exhales, and finally, Logan tied off the last knot. He cut the thread with a swift snip of the scissors before sitting back, exhaling as if he had just gone through the ordeal.

"Not my best work," he admitted, surveying the mess he made, "but it’ll hold."

You looked down at the uneven line of stitches. "Barely."

Logan shot you a pointed look. "If you wanted it pretty, you shoulda let Jean do it."

You smirked despite yourself. "But then we wouldn’t have this romantic moment, would we?"

Logan scoffed, shaking his head. He reached over, brushing a few strands of hair from your damp forehead. "You’re insane."

"You love it."

He smirked. "Yeah. I do."

His thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. “You scared the hell outta me tonight,” he admitted, voice lower now.

You leaned into his touch, exhaling softly. “I know.” you rested your arm on top of his and kissed his palm.

His eyes flickered to your lips, then back to your eyes. “You ever pull a stunt like that again—”

“You’ll kill me?” you joked.

Logan huffed, shaking his head. “Nah. Just gonna make damn sure you don’t sit right for a week.”

You snorted, leaning forward to kiss him. “Noted.”

And then, as if to make up for every crude stitch, every sharp sting, he leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips—soft and warm, the kind that made you forget the pain entirely.

A/N: As you can see I've been so obsessed doing one shot with Logan and mutant reader recently, thank you for reading this <3

[theodorenmyth]

hello!! i’d like to please request a theodore nott x m!reader where they’re both crushing on each other but don’t notice, because reader keeps subtly flirting with theo: asking him to go places one-on-one, giving him small heartfelt trinkets and being all like ‘it reminded me of you’, taking every chance they have to hold him or touch him, things like that.

…except the romantic connotations just fly over theodore’s head and he thinks reader is just being really friendly/thinks he’s reading into things by seeing flirting. maybe reader realises he has to ask directly, maybe one of the boys notices and tells theodore what’s happening and he ends up trying to ask them out before reader thinks he doesn’t care.

Realising Love

Pairings : Theodore Nott x M!Reader

Summary : You’ve been subtly flirting with your best friend, Theodore Nott, for months—inviting him to Hogsmeade, giving him heartfelt gifts, and finding any excuse to touch him. Despite your efforts, the romantic connotations fly over Theo's head, leaving you frustrated and wondering if he’ll ever notice. With the Yule Ball approaching, Blaise Zabini steps in, confronting Theo about your feelings. As the truth dawns on Theo, he realizes he’s been blind to what’s been right in front of him all along. Determined to make things right, Theo asks you to the Yule Ball, and together you embark on a new chapter of your relationship, discovering that sometimes the best love stories start with a little nudge from friends.

A/N : I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH, ENJOY!

Warnings) : nothing, just pure fluff.

Word count : 1.3k+

You’re lounging in the Slytherin common room, your eyes darting to Theodore Nott as he reads a book by the fireplace. The golden light bathes his features, making him look ethereal. You sigh, your heart doing that annoying fluttery thing it always does when you’re around him.

“Hey, Theo,” you call out, breaking the comfortable silence.

He looks up, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours. “Yeah?”

“I was thinking we could go to Hogsmeade this weekend, just the two of us. There’s this new shop that opened, and I thought you might like it.”

Theo gives you a small smile, closing his book. “Sure, sounds good.”

You grin, feeling a surge of warmth at his acceptance. It’s always like this—finding excuses to spend time alone with him, hoping he’d catch on to your feelings. But Theo, sweet, oblivious Theo, never seems to get it.

Later that evening, you sneak into the Owlery, clutching a small package. Inside is a delicate bookmark you found in a quaint little shop, intricately designed with his favorite Quidditch team’s emblem. You tie it to a barn owl’s leg and send it off, picturing the smile it would bring to Theo’s face.

The next morning, you watch him from across the Great Hall as he opens the package. His expression brightens, and he looks around, finally spotting you. He mouths a silent “thank you,” and you just nod, pretending to focus on your breakfast.

During Potions class, you sit next to him, making sure your knees touch under the desk. You hand him ingredients without him asking, your fingers brushing against his every chance you get.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, oblivious to the way your heart races with each touch.

You lean closer, your breath tickling his ear. “Anytime, Theo.”

The days pass in a blur of subtle touches and heartfelt gestures. You leave small notes in his books, write his name in the condensation on the windows, and invite him to study sessions that turn into hours of talking and laughing. But no matter what you do, Theo just doesn’t seem to get it.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

One afternoon, you find yourself in the common room with Theo, Draco, Blaise, Lorenzo, Mattheo, Pansy, and Astoria. The conversation drifts to the upcoming Yule Ball, and everyone is discussing their plans.

“So, who are you going with?” Pansy asks, looking at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know yet,” you say, glancing at Theo. “Maybe I’ll go with a friend.”

Theo looks up from his book, a slight frown on his face. “Yeah, maybe we could all go together as a group,” he suggests, clearly not catching the hint.

Pansy rolls her eyes and leans over to whisper something to Blaise, who chuckles and nods in agreement.

Later that evening, as you’re heading to the common room, you overhear a conversation between Mattheo and Lorenzo. They’re laughing, and you catch your name being mentioned.

“What’s so funny?” you ask, curious.

“Oh, nothing,” Mattheo says with a smirk. “Just wondering when Theo will finally catch on.”

“Catch on to what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

Lorenzo chuckles. “To your not-so-subtle advances. The whole house knows you’re into him.”

You blush, glancing around to make sure Theo isn’t nearby. “It’s not that obvious, is it?”

“Pretty much,” Mattheo says, patting your shoulder. “He’ll figure it out eventually.”

Feeling a mix of frustration and hope, you decide to take a more direct approach. The next day, you find Theo sitting alone in the library. You walk over and sit beside him, placing a small, wrapped box on the table.

“What’s this?” he asks, looking up at you.

“Just something I found that reminded me of you,” you say, your heart pounding in your chest.

Theo unwraps the box to reveal a sleek, silver quill. He looks up at you, his expression unreadable. “This is… really nice. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you say, trying to hide your disappointment at his lack of realization.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

As the days go by, your frustration grows. You’ve done everything you can think of to show Theo how you feel, but he remains oblivious. One evening, Blaise pulls Theo aside when you’re not around. They find a quiet corner in the common room, away from prying eyes and ears.

“Theo, can we talk?” Blaise asks, his tone serious.

“Sure, what’s up?” Theo asks, looking puzzled.

“It’s about Y/N,” Blaise says, glancing around to make sure no one is listening.

Theo frowns. “What about him?”

“Are you really that dense?” Blaise asks, exasperated. “He’s been flirting with you for months. He likes you, Theo. More than a friend.”

Theo’s eyes widen, and he looks genuinely shocked. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” Blaise says firmly. “Everyone can see it except you. He’s practically throwing himself at you, and you’re just sitting there, clueless.”

Theo looks away, processing the information. “I… I didn’t know. I thought he was just being friendly.”

“Well, he’s not,” Blaise says, crossing his arms. “He’s into you. You need to do something about it before he thinks you don’t care.”

Theo nods slowly, understanding dawning on his face. “Thanks, Blaise. I’ll… I’ll talk to him.”

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

Later that night, you find yourself sitting on the couch in the common room, staring into the fire. You’re lost in thought, wondering if Theo will ever see you the way you see him.

Theo walks in, looking around before spotting you. He comes over and sits beside you, his presence both comforting and nerve-wracking.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Can we talk?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

Theo fidgets, looking uncharacteristically nervous. “I’ve been thinking… about us.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Us?”

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Blaise… he told me that you… that you might like me. More than a friend.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding. “What do you think?”

“I think… I think he’s right,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blink, processing his words. “You do?”

Theo nods, finally meeting your eyes. “I’ve been so blind, haven’t I? All those times you invited me out, the gifts, the touches… I thought you were just being a really good friend. I didn’t want to assume anything.”

You reach out, taking his hand in yours. “I’ve liked you for a long time, Theo. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

He squeezes your hand, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Well, now you have. And for the record, I like you too.”

Relief washes over you, and you pull him into a tight hug. “About time you figured it out,” you whisper into his ear.

Theo laughs, the sound warm and genuine. “Better late than never, right?”

You pull back slightly, looking into his eyes. “So, what now?”

“How about a proper date?” Theo suggests. “No more misunderstandings, just you and me.”

“I’d like that,” you say, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

Theo leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a tentative kiss. It’s soft and sweet, and you can feel the promise of something more in it. When you pull away, you’re both smiling like idiots.

“Let’s make this work,” Theo says, his eyes shining with determination.

“We will,” you promise, knowing that this is just the beginning of something amazing.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

As the Yule Ball approaches, the excitement in the castle is palpable. You and Theo have been spending more time together, and your friends have noticed the change.

“You two are adorable,” Pansy teases as she helps Astoria with her hair. “Finally, some action in this place.”

Draco smirks, leaning against the wall. “It was about time, really.”

The night of the Yule Ball arrives, and you’re nervously adjusting your robes in the mirror. Theo appears beside you, looking dashing in his dress robes.

“You look amazing,” he says, his voice filled with admiration.

“You too, Theo,” you reply, feeling your cheeks heat up.

The Great Hall is transformed into a winter wonderland, with twinkling lights and falling snowflakes. You and Theo walk in together, earning smiles and nods from your friends.

As the music starts, Theo takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor. You move together, the world around you fading away.

“I’m really glad we’re here together,” Theo says, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Me too,” you reply, feeling like you’re in a dream.

As the night goes on, you share laughs, dances, and whispered conversations. The bond between you grows stronger, and you know that this is just the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

A few days past, and one afternoon, you’re sitting by the Black Lake, Theo’s head resting on your shoulder. You’re watching the sun set, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink.

“I’m really glad you’re not just a good friend,” Theo says, his voice filled with warmth.

You chuckle, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Me too, Theo. Me too.”

And as the sun dips below the horizon, you know that this is just the beginning of a beautiful love story—one that you and Theo will write together, page by page, moment by moment.

[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #5

They're so cute...

OH, she set them up!! Here we go!

Wanda making squeaky toy noises when Cosmo hugs her is all I've ever wanted.

"We're real, all right! ... Real fairies. Not real humans."

BUDAWHAAAAAAAA-? Thank you Cosmo for just confirming elastic skin, which has been one of the most important headcanons in my worldbuilding. I did not expect you to do that for me, but... thanks?

Pfft, Wanda changing her legs.

ERG??? Is that you?

Okay, there's that "We've been retired for 10k years" implied time travel bit; I think I remember that from the story bible + early convos with my friends, so at least I came prepared to expect that.

This is either time travel - which plays perfectly into my established "Cosmo ate a time key during dinosaur times and has been running around through time unsupervised for ages" headcanon anyway, LOL - or they're flat-out lying to Hazel, seeing as the audience already knows Timmy is confirmed as a recent godkid, so... Hm.

SLDKFJSD I love how the guy who accidentally sent his baby stroller down a steep hill is wearing a #1 Dad hat. "My expensive stroller! ... I mean, my baby!" - Yeah, we're still in FOP. All the parents are terrible here.

Setting her up as loving french fries and then turning her into a fly who found french fries was clever.

Cosmo once again being so close and yet so far to his mark. Good to see him back!

Me when I return my would-be murderer's daughter, who is a bug.

I AM SO GLAD that even in 10,000 years, Wanda's small talk skills have not improved far beyond "I'm Human McRealPerson" and "My husband is a grilled cheese sandwich" from back in the day, sdlkfj. That's my girl!

oh no, the Venus flytrap gift they brought over is about to go so wrong.

Yep, she's still goin'. Talking about the carwash.

GIRL check your fingers.

OH MY GOSSSSSSH, he's dressed for a classy party in Fairy culture. Cosmorella? We thought you were dead!!

... That's an ant? I would've guessed tick.

It's a guy ant? Buddy, are you sure you're supposed to be foraging?

Let's go!!

SDLKFJSDKLFJSLKJF noooo... No, no, no, no, no... Not the thing I use to symbolize memorials for the dead, c'mon!

It IS an accurate item for a Fairy house- these were all over the place in Fairy World during the old show, AND in that color, though you usually see more than one "wand" per pot.

I'm super impressed the artists studied the old interior design customs. Huh.

Cosmo lives here. Also, BABY!!

OOH, I'm excited that Cosmo and Wanda's window overlooks Fairy World because it's kind of a portal. I did something super similar with a rat cage in an upcoming Frayed Knots scene, where Anti-Cosmo and Wanda are godparenting together during school. Nifty!

He even confirmed it's a spell on the front door! Wow. Somehow, Past Me nailed that.

"We can choose which world we go out into!" -> /Me with my 'fic where Kevin Crocker is confused that Shirley's Pizza Parlor has an exit on the other side that goes to Retroville.

Cosmo: We lived in Timmy's fishbowl for 20 years. Wanda: It was 7.

You are both wrong- it was like 68 <3 But honestly, I forgive you for not wanting to tell Hazel time was frozen for 50 years. I don't think she'd like that. Actually, I don't think she was born yet, because my vision is time freezing at the end of Season 4, and Dale was rescued in Season 2, so... Yeah, she wasn't born. Still, you don't wanna just drop that on someone.

That's actually very funny that Cosmo and Wanda are struggling because they're out of practice during their retirement.

THERE'S THE SIGN!! Way to go.

Oh, and the credits are done in a similar style to the old ones? Even the colors? That's so cute! That's also nice that Hazel's VA was a story editor too- That probably helps with the passion and vision.

That was cute. I liked it. Huge relief to see something well-researched and made with love after "Fairly Odder" was a struggle for me.

I've got a little more time tonight, I might be able to get one more episode done before bedtime.

[jienem]

Falling through his realm

Hi everyone! Thank you for reading this story. This was like my story Falling down to the Queen's roses. This was not a part 2 rather a similar to that concept. Keep in mind that you a reader is a half-fae like sebek. Thank you once again for reading this story. I really appreciate it very much.

Sypnosis: In which you got sent into another world where Maleficent or known as Malleus rule over the faeries.

How does one understand magic?" You wondered. You sat down under the protection of tall trees, away from the sun's gaze. You opted to spend your time at the library, but with exams coming around, the chairs would be quite full at a moment. Instead, you chose a spot on the botanical garden away from the students sight.

Despite being a magic-user, you still couldn't grasp the abilities of your magic. You were neither bad nor good at magic, but as you used it as a tool, you were slowly doubting if it was worth the effort.

"Does magic bring peace?" You mumbled once more, turning the pages onto another as you tried to read. Try as you might, you kept rereading the lines many times before giving up on your attempt. Instead, you gazed up high; the green leaves covered the bluish sky, yet you didn't mind the view. You closed your eyes and breathed in the fresh air, letting your head fall backward and hitting the wooden tree lightly. The leaves sway back and forth, lulling you to sleep. You were exhausted; helping your dorm for the upcoming school festival, having to use your magic for a long run, and staying up late just so you could finish your schoolwork was no easy feat.

Even as you slept, you picked up a crunch sound heading your way. Your response was to simply continue sleeping, hoping just a little they could leave. Yet they didn't. Slowly and surely, their foot made their way until they are an arm's distance from you.

"Tch, a herbivore from diasomnia is in my way, he growled. You fluttered your eyes and glanced at his figure, noticing his irritation. It seems you were at one of his hideouts. His silence continued once more, and his patience is wearing thin. You nod your head in greeting before plastering a smile on your face.

"Housewarden Kingscholar, can I help you?"

"Crawling away from my spot will help."

You sighed. "Is that so? Well, then, if you excuse me, you said, closing the book and standing up from the ground. His expression stayed emotionless, yet you didn't miss the way his eye twitched at your movement.

"What's wrong? A cat bit your tongue?" He taunted.

"None at all." You checked your belongings once more and tilted your head to look at him. You plastered a smile once more without any fight. He opened his mouth but closed it; he mumbled something under his breath and turned his back on you. You frowned in confusion before shrugging and leaving the garden. You passed by some familiar students and greet them, you hold some small conversation with Ruggie Bucchi alerting him where Housewarden Leona was and stride your way towards the mirror.

"Y/N, are you already heading back?"

"Vice housewarden Lilia. Yes, was the dorm still under preparation?" You paused in your tracks and greeted. Lilia's deep red eyes held joy; his lips curled up a smile and he nodded.

"Indeed, but it was almost done. It was fun designing the main area, did it not?" He put the back of his hand to his chin and closed his eyes, chuckling.

You shared his joyous expression and agreed. For once, the dorm was filled with more noise than before. It was usually quiet every time you came back, yet you didn't mind the change. For a while, the two of you stood there talking until you noticed the clock nearby.

"I should get back soon; I wouldn't hold you back from your duty, Vice-Housewarden Lilia."

He chuckled lightly and patted your shoulder. "Ow, don't be so formal, Y/N,

We are both in our third years. Call me Lilia."

"Ah, well then, Lilia-san. I wished you the best of luck." You fumbled your words at the sudden request before smiling.

"You as well. Stay safe, Y/N."

He returned your words and left you on your record. You turn around and

Head your way towards the mirror and step in.

But something is wrong.

.

Your magic.

.

.

Is bursting with mana engulfing your whole body.

.

.

It hurts so much.You could feel your magic slipping by. Your vision was distorted as you fell down in pain. Whimpering in pain, you tried to use your pen whispering some magic spells but to no avail. Even the world around you seems to be shaking. Your body couldn't handle anymore and blacked out in an instant.

When you woke up, your head was aching. 'Where was I? ' You rubbed your temple to ease the pain. At the very least, you still wear the uniform, and your magic pen is by your side. But you feel empty. The magic running through your course was nonexistent, as if it weren't there at all. Your heart thumps against your chest as you breathe.

You lost your magic.

No, it must be something. After all, you were exhausted.

You reasoned. You calm your nerves and focus on the bright side.

Yet... Why do you feel as if it won't come back?

A half-fae turn human now.

No, don't even think about it. You comfort yourself more before turning around and looking at the surroundings. The sun was replaced by the moon shining on the ground, and you wondered how many hours had passed. You note how everything differs from NRC's. The air was much colder than diasomnia, and the area wasn't supposed to be wide. There shouldn't be a castle in the distance or thorn walls creeping from the side. You concluded you were neither in Diasomnia nor at NRC.

Where are you?

You didn't have time to grasp everything when strange soldiers headed your way. Your eyes widened, and you turned to run. You couldn't believe your luck; what made them want to capture you?

"A human! Quick capture her!" one of the soldiers ordered, earning them to yell in agreement.

"Wait, I-" Huffing, you maneuvered your way, dodging their attacks, and almost fell down when they released a rock mere meters away. You tried to use your magic, but it was still useless. Your attention was on your pen, and failed to noticed a newcomer in front, you bumped into them and fell to the ground.

"What a surprise, human. You boldly went your way here despite the dangers lurking around."

Lilia?

"Lilia-"

Your vision was suddenly covered with a cloth, and your heart pounded as you heard the swishing sounds of bats swarming around you, carrying you in the air. You squeaked and tried to swat them away, but they held on enough that it could have hurt had it not been for the long sleeve of your uniform.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you." His amused voice filled your ears, and you couldn't help but compare them earlier; his tone was much colder than before.

"Lilia-san, what is going on? Why aren't we back at NRC? Could you please-"

"Stop asking questions. And its Vanrouge. Once we reach the king, you could give your statement to him." he sneered.

You shut your mouth when you notice a shift in the air. His tone was much colder than before. With that they continued. You relied on your ears, but the only sound you ever heard was multiple footsteps. Yet you could feel magic surging around you. You tried your magic once more, but it was the same as before. Nothing. For a while, they cackled and chat around. You couldn't hear Lilia at all. You dreaded everytime they stop from their tracks. Your nerves gets the better of you as you thout about the king.

Would he be lenient?

Without warning, the cloth on your eyes was suddenly pulled down. You blink your eyes adjusting them before meeting the gaze of the one sitting on a throne. He was already staring at you.

"My king, we have brought a human near the wall." Lilia lowered herself towards the ground, his head tilting downward as he greeted his king. You gasp as you took in the figure. His green-slitted eyes, his cool-black hair was longer than before, and instead of a school uniform, he wore a robe covering most of his body and a bit of the ground. He still had his horns, but what shakes you the most is his stare. It was much scarier than usual.

He looks at you as if your words may fail you or approve your worth under his command.

And you know he will.

Taking a deep breath, you whispered your blessings to the seven. And slowly speak with the king.

"Your Majesty-"

And its done! Stay tune for more~

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[shingujjii]

All Korekiyo Danganronpa S :Character Interaction Events!!

(While playing as him)

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TSUMUGI=================

[KIYO] •This book, and this one, and this one as well…

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[KIYO] •These books would be my recommendations for clothes, hairstyles, makeup, and etiquette.

[TSUMUGI] -Thank you, Korekiyo! That’s so helpful!

[KIYO] •Think nothing of it. Still, I can’t help but be surprised…

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[KIYO] •I never considered that cosplayers would have to study the cultural background of clothing.

[TSUMUGI] -This is actually my first time doing so.

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[TSUMUGI] -But a ton of research went into the history and culture of the Japan-style battles I’ve been into.

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[TSUMUGI] -Research also went into the outfit designs, which really piqued my interest.

[KIYO] •I see. Clothing certainly expresses the background of any given area’s people…

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[KIYO] •There is great merit in the research of characters in order to truly know and become them.

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[KIYO] •Kehehe…I’m quite pleased to see your interest piqued in my field of expertise.

[TSUMUGI] -I know that feeling! It could be any reason in the world, I just want to share my passion.

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[TSUMUGI] -I’m glad we think alike, Korekiyo. You patiently explained things to me without turning me away.

[KIYO] •I’d never be so cold. I’m nothing but sympathetic for your boundless passion.

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[KIYO] •I trust that you’d do anything for your passion, for I, too, am much the same.

NAGITO==================

[NAGITO] -Sorry to cause you so much trouble with this cold I caught, Korekiyo…

[NAGITO] -It sure was interesting. As always, your recommendations are spot on.

[KIYO] •I am glad. Many have taken an interest in my book recommendations as of late… This pleases me.

[NAGITO] -Of course they would. Your field of expertise is people, and that relates to all of us, right?

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[NAGITO] -People’s hopes and dreams and traditions, and the guidance of wise people overseeing them…

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[NAGITO] -It was more than just an interesting read, but seriously thought-provoking aswell.

[KIYO] •The allure of anthropology differs from person to person—yet another part of the beauty of humans.

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[KIYO] •By all means, I’d be most pleased if you read another of my favourites and gave me your thoughts.

[NAGITO] -Of course. If someone like me could be useful to you, I couldn’t be happier.

[KIYO] •Well, I’ll be off now…Once you’ve recovered, I’ll introduce you to another recommendation.

[NAGITO] -Aww, you’re leaving already?

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[NAGITO] -Oh, not to take up all of your time. I’m just surprised to see you in such a hurry.

[KIYO] •I’m hardly busy. But hospital rooms bring back rather unpleasant memories…

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[KIYO] •I feel as though it’s better if I limit my time here.

[NAGITO] -I see… I won’t pry for any details. Sorry for keeping you here.

[KIYO] •Likewise, I meant no offence. Please pay me no mind.

[NAGITO] -Korekiyo just now seemed…different than usual.

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[NAGITO] -Or…maybe I’m delusional with a fever?

SAYAKA==================

[SAYAKA] -Ah, Korekiyo! Those books you recommended were a big help. Thank you so much.

[KIYO] •I’m delighted to hear that. Some of the books were quite high level—I’m curious to hear your thoughts.

[SAYAKA] -They made me realise just how little I know… But that aside, I learned a whole lot.

[KIYO] •Curious that an idol such as you would take an interest in the origins of classical theater.

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[KIYO] •Might this be for an upcoming work?

[SAYAKA] -Sorry, I can’t talk about it quite yet.

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[SAYAKA] -But since I may have to consult you for more advice further down the road…

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[SAYAKA] -You’ll be the first one to hear about it once I can!

[KIYO] •Kehehe…then I shall look forward to that day.

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[KIYO] •I admire your attitude towards your work, Sayaka, proactively pursuing studies in unknown fields.

[SAYAKA] -Idol is truly a dream job, but… now and then, people look down on it as vapid.

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[SAYAKA] -I’m just am idol…but I want to put some real substance into my performance.

[KIYO] •Splendid…I shall support you all the more.

[SAYAKA] -If you’re interested, you should listen to my new single that came out last month.

[KIYO] •Indeed, some exposure to modern day “idol” worship would surely be of great benefit to me.

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[KIYO] •And…I am certain my sister would take a liking to your music as well, Sayaka.

[SAYAKA] -I hope so. If you’re interested, why don’t you listen to it together with your sister?

HIFUMI==================

[HIFUMI] -Whew, for an anime epic, I have no complaints! Dare I say, movie of the year has been decided.

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[HIFUMI] -There’s also the fact that a Hope’s Peak Academy alumnus was on the main staff.

[KIYO] •Even from an anthropological perspective, the interpretation of themes was fascinating.

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[KIYO] •To think, the protagonist’s sisters were involved with the island’s dragon of legend…

[HIFUMI] -Oh? Mr. Shinguji, it would seem you have much commentary on the film.

[KIYO] •I realize I’m rather quiet ordinarily, but this film stuck something of a chord with me.

[HIFUMI] -Ah, so you’re a moé for sisters. Older sisters? Or younger? Choose wisely, for this may be war.

[KIYO] •No, it’s nothing of the sort.

[HIFUMI] -D-Don’t tell me…you’re moé for dragons!? To favor non-humans is hardcore indeed!

[KIYO] •It’s nothing like that either. And the “moé” of which you speak is altogether alien to me.

[HIFUMI] -Ah, people don’t really talk about moé these days. Do I sound like a boomer if I say it?

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[HIFUMI] -The concept of moé is engraved deeply into my soul—I’m not some kind of oldschool otaku poser!

[KIYO] •I’m afraid that is not what I meant either.

[HIFUMI] -Oh, my apologies. In the afterglow of such a masterpiece, my excitement can’t be quelled.

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[HIFUMI] -I shall pop a cooldown! Would you care to discuss your interpretation of this film with me?

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[HIFUMI] -In a sincere and scholarly manner, of course.

[KIYO] •I see… I wouldn’t be opposed to such a discussion.

[HIFUMI] -Sincere and scholarly…including an intense debate over older or younger sisters!

[KIYO] •You have a peculiar definition of sincere…

MIKAN===================

[MONOPHANIE] -Thank you for your help, Mikan! Anyway, enjoy the beach!

[MIKAN] - it’s no problem at all… Ehehe.

[KIYO] •Ah, Mikan. Still working at a time like this?

[MIKAN] -EEK!

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[MIKAN] -Y-You startled me… But it’s just you, Korekiyo.

[KOREKIYO] •Ah, that was not my intention. My apologies if my appearance frightens you.

[MIKAN] -I-I’m sorry! I don’t mean to discriminate against your appearance or anyone’s!

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[MIKAN] -It’s just, your complexion makes me worry about your health…

[KIYO] •I’ve…always had this complexion.

[MIKAN] -Um…you were going to ask about Monophanie, right? I didn’t really do much.

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[MIKAN] -She asked me to check the contents of a lifesaving manual, so I did…

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[MIKAN] -You can’t drown to death in this world…but without proper measures, you’d likely suffer.

[KIYO] •Fascinating… You truly are passionate about your work.

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[KIYO] •If someone like you were to nurse at my sister’s side, surely she would be quite pleased.

[MIKAN] -Huh? Is your sister, um…sick?

[KIYO] •She’s been in poor health since childhood, yes. The hospital is practically her second home.

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[KIYO] •As a result, she has few friends… That worries me.

[MIKAN] -I see… Then like you said, it would be nice if I could look after her…

[KIYO] •You’re truly kind… I’m sure my sister would be delighted simply hearing you say that.

[MIKAN] -I’m not kind. I just can’t sit by and ignore those who have been weakened by illness or injury.

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[MIKAN] -Because…that makes them weaker than me.

[KIYO] •Pardon?

[MIKAN] -Always being sick… That must be hard, especially having to rely entirely on others.

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[MIKAN] -I…really do wish I could take care of her.

[KIYO] •…

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[KIYO] •I understand. But I could never ask you for such a luxury as you exclusively looking after my sister.

[MIKAN] -Oh, um…did you…change your mind? Did I say something weird?

[KIYO] •Not at all. That’s simply your imagination.

[MIKAN] -But your voice clearly turned colder! I’m sorry! Please don’t hate meee!

SHIROKUMA==============

[SHIRO] -Blue sky, white clouds, clear ocean, a warm sun…

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[SHIRO] -And most importantly, happy laughter. This island is so peaceful—it’s like heaven!

[KIYO] •Like heaven? Well, I suppose there may be some degree of overlap.

[SHIRO] -Huh? Why the long face, Korekiyo? Do you not like this island?

[KIYO] •I find it to my liking, although insufficient.

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[KIYO] •I’m in an unknown place, yet the local inhabitants do not exist…

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[KIYO] •Perhaps a better way of putting it is, it’s boring as an anthropologist who values fieldwork.

[SHIRO] -I get it… True, it feels a little lonely when there’s nobody else here but us.

[KIYO] •Kehehe… Perhaps it’s *because* there are no other humans here that it’s so peaceful.

[SHIRO] -Do you think that even a beautiful island like this wouldn’t be peaceful if others were here?

[KIYO] •Large populations invite conflict, after all.

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[KIYO] •Though, without people, ideas aren’t circulated, and traditions aren’t handed down.

[SHIRO] -Hmm… A world without good or bad, or a world with both good and bad…

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[SHIRO] -And you’re saying we can only choose one or the other?

[KIYO] •Kehehe… For a conversation that began as small talk, it’s taken a turn for the philosophical.

[SHIRO] -Still, I…I think it would be best if lots of people could live in peace, with hope.

[KIYO] •Many people have shared that wish deep within their hearts since the dawn of time.

[SHIRO] -It would be nice if that wish came true one day.

[KIYO] •Not unlike how your paradise is mundane to me, it’s difficult for everyone to find happiness.

SHUICHI==================

[SHUICHI] -So there are ruins here too, huh…

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[SHUICHI] -This world seems to have been based on the real island, but I wonder if the ruins are intact too.

[KIYO] •Who’s to say? It looks to be a contemporary design, so there’s hardly any guarantee.

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[KIYO] •As I’ve explained to you before, excavating ruins falls under the category of archaeology.

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[KIYO] •Anthropology differs in its approach, so I’m afraid my insight it quite limited at present.

[SHUICHI] -That’s right… You told me before that anthropology is the study of humans, huh?

[KIYO] •Precisely. So…as much as it pains me to say it, I’m unable to conduct fieldwork here.

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[KIYO] •If I were to do so, rather than inside a virtual world, I’d instead go to the real island itself…

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[KIYO] •Thereupon I’d speak with the locals and gain an understanding of their culture and customs.

[SHUICHI] -Cultures do vary widely around the world, that’s true. I’m sure it’d be worth the effort.

[KIYO] •Ah, are you interested in culture?

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[KIYO] •I was just thinking how nice it would be to conduct fieldwork with you, Shuichi. However…

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[KIYO] •To do so overseas would be rather overwhelming for a first time, I imagine.

[SHUICHI] -I think you’re reading too much into things…

[KIYO] •Kehehe, I’m only joking. International studies isn’t my forte, besides.

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[KIYO] •Fieldwork aside…I have a genuine interest in visiting this island in the real world.

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[KIYO] •Living here, learning about the lives of those who inhabit it and the traditions they’ve built…

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[KIYO] •My fascination is quite sincere, you see.

[SHUICHI] -Right. Without the local people, it just feels kinda empty…

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[SHUICHI] -I’d love to see the real island myself, and meet all of the people who live there.

[KIYO] •Care to join me, then? An honest question this time.

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[KIYO] •I’ve traveled far across the country, but seldom for leisure. This could be a vacation of sorts.

[SHUICHI] -Yeah. I’m sure the others would be interested too, so I’ll try asking around.

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[SHUCHI] -But, uh…it seems like a pretty high-end resort, so we might need to amass a fortune first…

ANGIE + TOKO=============

[TOKO] -Ugh, the less I know about these sacred treasures the better… That Monokuma is such a pest.

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[TOKO] -Treasure hunts are for little kids and people who never grew up.

[ANGIE] -It truly is absurd, is it not? Atua never created any sacred treasures!

[KIYO] •Considering it’s one of Monokuma’s activities, perhaps it’s not worth worrying over.

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[KIYO] •But it’s an act of blasphemy! I cannot condone that, so let us hurry and collect them.

[TOKO] -Ah, but perhaps we can leave them be and simply let Atua strike down Monokuma in retribution!

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[TOKO] -So…can this ever-so-convenient Atua of yours show us where these treasures are?

[ANGIE] -Atua has spoken… This is to be our trial before graduation.

[TOKO] -Speaking of someone who never grew up… Not that I expected anything useful out of you…

[KIYO] •We’re hardly pressed for time, so let us search leisurely in between sightseeing and chores.

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[KIYO] •I have reason to believe this task will take some time, so let us pace ourselves appropriately

[TOKO] -You know, you make a lot more sense than Little Miss Head-in-the-Clouds Bikini Model Reject…

[ANGIE] -Swimsuits are convenient! If you get dirty, you can just take off the top and hop into the shower.

[TOKO] -That’s why you wear it? How slovenly… Yet I suddenly feel like we’re on the same wavelength.

[ANGIE] -Nyahaha, I was only joking. Cleanliness is godliness, so I change clothes appropriately!

[TOKO] -H-Hey, now… Don’t toy with my emotions!

[ANGIE] -Toko, Atua cannot ensure your longevity unless you practice proper cleanliness of clothes and body!

[TOKO] -Tell your Atua to mind his own business…although I suppose he has *some* decency after all…

[KIYO] •The Atua of which she speaks seems to be worshiped among nature.

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[KIYO] •In conveying notions of hygiene, one can interpret this as a survival aspect of the faith.

[TOKO] -I see… At least someone here makes sense.

[ANGIE] -Simply do as Atua commands, and he will ensure your safety no matter what.

SONIA + HIFUMI============

[HIFUMI] -Once again I have cut a worthless object… A classic line I am compelled to quote.

[SONIA] -Right! It feels appropriate while mopping up beasts.

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[SONIA] -Don’t come around here no more! Ah, that felt nice.

[KIYO] •Kehehe… You two seem to be enjoying yourselves.

[HIFUMI] -It felt like a chore at first…but then I realised it’s essentially a real-life RPG.

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[HIFUMI] -By my hand I fell another beast! And another!

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[HIFUMI] -Fascinating… I assumed such technology was still many generations away.

[SONIA] -Battling monsters seemed unbecoming of someone of noble blood…

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[SONIA] -But I’m glad to cooperate alongside everyone, and it’s proving quite the enjoyable activity.

[KIYO] •Allowing your fighting spirit to drive you is but a part of the beauty of the human experience.

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[KIYO] •Naturally, I too am rather enjoying this event.

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[KIYO] •Carefully considering how one can defeat an enemy, reiterating to the highest efficiency…

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[KIYO] •There’s a true sense of accomplishment in that.

[HIFUMI] -Mr. Shinguji, my good sir, you frighten me.

RANTARO + FUYUHIKO=======

[RANTARO] -Hey, Fuyuhiko. Cute plushie you’re eyeing there. Thinking about getting a gift for someone?

[FUYUHIKO] -Yeah…My sister brought me back a souvenir from her school trip, so I figured I’d get her one too.

[KIYO] •Ahh, a gift from one’s sister… How envious I am.

[FUYUHIKO] -It’s nothin’ to get worked up over—just photos and a single candy.

[RANTARO] -Nah, that’s still real thoughtful. It really shows just how kind a person she is.

[FUYUHIKO] -Maybe, but I mean…I can’t really get her anything similar in return, y’know?

-

[FUYUHIKO] -So if I’m gonna buy somethin’ , I’d better put a to of thought of it or she might freak out.

[KIYO] •Kehehe… Your sister much be fond of you. Perhaps I too should pick out gifts for my sister.

[RANTARO] -Same here. Maybe I should pick up something to give my little sister next time I see her.

[FUYUHIKO] -Don’t you guys travel all over? I’d have thought they’d be swimming in souvenirs.

[KIYO] •In my case, she refuses gifts. But perhaps I can gift her something she simply cannot refuse.

[RANTARO] -And me, well, it’ll be a while. But maybe one day I’ll be able to give her something again…

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[RANTARO] -Maybe I’ll regale her with my wild high-school stories alongside an actual gift.

[FUYUHIKO] -I getcha…

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[FUYUHIKO] -This shelf has all kinds of stuff for girls, so it’s probably your best bet.

[KIYO] •Ah, you have my thanks.

[RANTARO] -Now that’s a proactive older brother! I’ll take your advice— thanks a bunch.

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if I missed any, please inform me and I’ll add it.

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[thekingofthenameless]

I’M BACK

And I’m rebranding everything.

Profile picture change, username change (in a few days), etc.

talesofarcadiaforever -> thekingofthenameless

I took a long hiatus from writing and Tumblr in general because of bad burnout and putting expectations on myself that I shouldn’t have. Ha. But I’m back! And good news! I started writing again! Better news?

I decided to officially discontinue Emerald Embers and the Daylight’s Redemption series and write my own book.

I was already making everything so different from ToA that it was practically an alternate universe already: redesigning Merlin, making Merlin and Charlie familiars, adding magical species that weren’t explicitly in canon, completely changing other characters… I still love ToA, but I’m not hyperfixated on it anymore. And that’s okay. I was so scared of letting go for a long time, but I’m happy with my decision.

My wip is now called The King of the Nameless!

Currently, there are five main characters, and tidbits about each of them will be a little further down. (Except for one guy. He sucks.) Their attempted designs will also be down there.

In some aspects, it probably hasn’t changed too much. I’m still basing it off of Arthurian Legends, and Merlin is still the protagonist. But I redesigned him. Again.

The deuteragonist is Charlie; he and Merlin are still familiars. I tried several different names for him, but none of them would stick for him no matter how hard I tried; so Charlie the dragon he stays. But he now has the last name Ambrosius to reflect that he and Merlin are found family as well.

The other three characters in this stage of the story are Igraine, Gorlois, and Uther.

Igraine is Arthur and Morgana’s mother in the Arthurian Legends, (which I did not know at first and was wondering how Arthur and Morgana were half-siblings because they have different fathers…) and will stay the same here. I couldn’t find any official last name for her besides Pendragon from when she marries Uther? (Which is not going to happen here.) So I gave her and her husband the last name “le Fay” to match their daughter!

Gorlois is Igraine’s husband, and like I said, is Morgana’s father. However, unlike some media, he’s not going to be portrayed as a jealous and abusive husband. He’s the epitome of the “I love my wife” guy.

Uther is… a piece of work, to say the least. He’s the character who’s going to have a separate post because of triggering topics that I don’t want in this post.

I’m also going to make a separate post for upcoming characters, which include Nimue, Morgana, Arthur, etc.

Bear with me on lore and designs though please (I’m still working on the lore and I’m not sure if these will be their permanent designs except for Charlie). Some of it might be just random babble until I decide on something 😭 You’ll definitely be able to tell which characters I think about most ahaha.

Anyways, in more good news, I don’t use Artbreeder anymore. I attempt to use Picrews, but sometimes they don’t have everything I want, so I also use character creators from video games. If I could use Baldur’s Gate 3’s, I definitely would, but I’d have to spend like $600-ish to get something to play it on and get the game. 😑 I could also play it with my boyfriend, but our schedules are so busy with both of us working that’s it not really a convenient option.

But there is a game called Dragon’s Dogma, and I’ve been using that one! It’s an older game, so it doesn’t really have many fantasy character options, but it’s good enough for human characters lol. I made Igraine and Gorlois with it, and a few other characters yet to be posted.

Design and lore time!

Merlin:

This is him at the beginning of TKN! Expect more art of him eventually.

• 6' 8"

• “my son crump he has every disease”: schizophrenia, C-PTSD, misophonia

• is still a cambion like in the Arthurian Legends (specifically half-human, half-demon)

• was supposed to be the Anti-Christ (also like in the Legends)

• is also a romance and sex repulsed, non-partnering aroace <3.

• usually excudes a regal, dignified presence, and his preference for flowing outfits helps

• may seem slightly formal with strangers, but on a good day where he can clock their personality, he’ll either warm up to them quickly, or distance himself, depending on the person

• has a strong sense of justice, which also makes him anti-authoritarian for the most part. (unless they’ve actually proven that they’re not just in their position for the power of it, or because of nepotism; and really do want to help people.)

• extremely loyal

• highly empathetic; cries easily

• has a lot of trauma, but is still kind because he’s not going to make people suffer just because he did

• adrenaline junkie in regards to flying with Charlie

• Doesn’t kill if not necessary.

• Is very punctual. If you tell him to come at 5 he’ll be there at 4:30. At most.

Charlie:

• 6' 6" (top of muzzle)

• 7' 3" (top of head)

• the marking on his leg is his familiar mark!

• still nice, seems a little rougher around the edges than Merlin

• says the things that his wizard thinks but won’t say, and doesn’t hide that he stares people down while gauging their character. he sometimes won’t care that he sounds mean or very direct either

• very protective of his familiar and is intensely loyal to him. isn’t really willing to leave the latter alone with people they don’t really know because of people attempting to take advantage of his schizophrenia in the past, gaslighting him into thinking that their actions weren’t real and were things he hallucinated/imagined

• Do no harm but take no shit

• Far more willing to kill than Merlin

• “Hey do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because it sounds like he sucks and I will totally kill that guy for you.”

• (I guess he technically counts as an emotional support animal but like. he’s sentient so idk 😭)

• is an omnivore (most dragons are, but he eats more human food than them from growing up and staying around them.)

Igriane:

• 6' 5"

• a wizard!

• was originally a red head before I realized that oh yeah. Morgana has brown hair, and a ginger and blonde would definitely not for the most part have a brunette kid

• purple eyes (haven’t decided if I’m gonna stay with this concept, but I like the idea of all wizards having some type of heterochromia, or technicolor eyes to show that they have magic)

Gorlois:

• 6' 0"

• he doesn’t have any type of unique eye color yet because I didn’t have the concept of that for wizards yet, and still not sure if I’m gonna keep it so. blue eyes for now

• again I say he’s the “I love my wife” guy!!

• also a wizard (which is where Morgana gets her magic when she’s born. You have two parents with magic you’re like. guaranteed to have magic.)

• maybe not really much of a fighter? Would probably use some type of sword if he was.

Wow that was so much lore. 👍 If anyone wants to talk to me about my ocs or suggest ideas, my ask box is always open! (And I love love love getting asks)

Artist credits!

Merlin:

Charlie’s original artist:

Charlie’s second artist:

Charlie’s saddle:

[marshallpupfan]

All Good Things...

We've known about PAW Patrol's upcoming new animation style for a while, and although we only had a taste of it before, more and more leaks have given us an even bigger look at it. From what I've seen, most fans seem to like it so far, and to tell you the truth, I do, too! With one exception, I think all the pups look great, and I'll even go as far to say I like these more than the theatrical designs... and especially what Rubble & Crew gave us. Like most fans, I'm eager to see more!

Still, I can't help but feel a little sad. I know I say this often, but, Marshall's my #1 favorite character, and he's been at the top of my list for over five years now. I'm crazy about him, which is why I started these accounts, why I began the whole "Daily Marshall Pics" thing, why I purchased a crazy amount of his merchandise, among other things. It's all driven by just how much I love this pup. And while there are many reasons why I say this, one in-particular is why I'm making this post; his character design.

Marshall's appearance in the above pic is one I came to love over the years. It's also involved in practically everything I do here. My avatar and banner is this Marshall. 99% of my daily pics are this Marshall. Nearly my entire merchandise collection is this Marshall. My Ready Race Rescue poster is this Marshall. That $400+ costume I purchased is this Marshall. Basically, I'm saying that, to me, this IS Marshall. Despite his altered look in Rubble & Crew and the theatrical films, this is what always comes to mind whenever I think of the pup.

...and it's about to go away, huh?

Whether it's later this year or the next, one of the things I love about this Dalmatian will no longer be the same. That simplistic yet wonderful design will soon be replaced, and we'll no longer see it in anything official, such as new episodes, commercials, toy packaging, etc. Outside of repeats, it'll just be... no more.

Okay, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic. Sure, the pups are getting a visual makeover, but they'll still be the same characters, right? And, unless the new season 11 director changes things, no doubt Marshall will still be the same clumsy yet lovable pup that became my favorite way back when. I mean, he looked different in Rubble & Crew, but the other aspects and qualities I love about him were still there! And in the theatrical films... er, never mind that. My point is, I suppose we're technically not losing anything here; just a visual style many of us became so accustom to when we first started watching PAW Patrol, whether it was all the way back in 2013 or later. No doubt some fans might even consider it a bit special to them.

But hey, change doesn't have to be a bad thing! As I mentioned earlier, I do like what we've seen of the new style so far, and personally, I'm feeling quite optimistic about it! Sure, it might take some time getting used to it, but given how often we have to adjust to the pups getting new voice actors, I'm starting to get used to change with this franchise. Besides, as much as I still enjoy the old style and wouldn't mind it sticking around, I'm not going to shun the new or stand in its way. And you know, when I look at the two designs of Marshall side-by-side, I still see a lot of the old in the new, so maybe we should look at this as an upgrade instead of a replacement? Perhaps it's not as much of a goodbye as I thought?

I'm going to hope this new style works out for everyone in the end. However, I'll still miss the old. It stuck with the franchise and its fans for over ten years, so with great respect, I take my hat off for it.

...Of course, the old style will live on through its older fans, and I'm certainly not going to let it go. You'll still see it through my dailies and various edits, of course!

[svnnynostalgia]

Luis Serra Navarro as your boyfriend! (drabble)

the amount of love and adoration and absolute pining i have for this man is insane, and it has come to my attention that there is BARELY any content directed towards him so here i am to change that :D

timeline is set during the time that luis works for umbrella.

pre-leaving umbrella bf luis! would absolutely spoil you, being the new and upcoming hotshot selected by umbrella themselves into one of their most significant projects- leading to him being paid rather heftily.

he'd happily spend on you, you saw a pair of pretty shoes that you liked? you've got them. a dashing silk dress that you eyed when you were out shopping with him? he's already purchased it and sent it to your home. an ethereal pearl necklace that you've yet to even show interest in front of him in? he's already putting it on you right this moment.

bf luis! that cherishes the gifts you give him more then anything, spoil him back! he might playfully decline at first but deep inside he truly adores how you repay his own physical gifts to you with those of your own. whether it be something as small as his favorite pack of cigarettes to an intricately designed ring- he'll treasure it more than you'll ever know! and not in the sense that he'd never use them and just have them displayed, he'll use them and take extra good care of them. he'll make sure to keep his rings all pretty and polished, and he'd proudly show them off, brandishing his own self as yours.

bf luis! who'd give you his jacket every time it rains or feels cold.

who'd carry your bags when they start to feel a tad too heavy, and do so without you even having to ask!

i literally have so much overflowing brainrot of him- tell me if i should do a part two!!

you could also request me to do other resident evil characters if you'd like :D

[mirror-ralsei]

MINI THEORY: Egg-veryman

Look, I'm not the first or only person to believe the man behind the tree might be Everyman. Just from a quick search, here's a theory and depiction preceding mine: 1 (huecycles), 2 (JJayBlaze123).

But as of the Spamton Sweepstakes, I do agree they're our most likely candidate. Here's a breakdown of all the evidence that personally led me to that conclusion.

Let's take a look at details we know about the egg man that might help us identify him:

The room's layout resembles mysteryman and “[redacted]”

He seems to exist in a cat state, just like the eggs he gives.

Noelle's story may imply, if the man is anything like his eggs, that the man is disturbing in some way.

There is graffiti clue of the egg tree in the same color as the ICE-E spraypaint in the alley. (Credit to VGFM for noticing this!)

He can be seen in a car.

While in the car, he is waving at us, and he “might be happy to see” us.

Spamton may know him.

He has never spoken out loud.

Comparing this to Everyman:

Everyman has not appeared in the overworld yet. (Unconfirmed)

We don't know enough about UTDR's cat states or Everyman to confirm or deny this point. (Unconfirmed)

Everyman is disturbing enough to have their first appearance be in the True Lab lmao (Likely)

Graffiti of Everyman is right next to the ICE-E graffiti. (Plausible)

We don't know if Everyman can drive lol (Unconfirmed)

We don't know if Everyman would wave to us or not, since we know little about them, but they are described as “Just a good guy who shows up on occasion,” and “might be happy to see you” seemingly would either be a reference to a cat state (as in “they might be happy, they might not be”), or referring to being uncertain if the egg man is happy (as in “they might be happy, but I could be wrong”) - the latter would make sense, as Everyman has never emoted with their face in any appearance so far, and would thus be difficult to read. (Plausible)

We don't know for sure if Spamton knows Everyman, but we do have this interesting line: “WE DON'T NEED ANY [Man, Woman or Child] [At Half-Price]!” While it's unclear what character, if any, “[At Half-Price!]” is referring to*, every other bracket in these “WE DON'T NEED...”s seems to indicate a character Spamton knows: [Easels] seems to be Swatch, [CRTs] seems related to an upcoming Chapter 3 character from the “cathode crew,” and obviously there's Mike. And I suspect that “[Man, Woman or Child]” may indicate “Everyman.” It includes the “man” part while throwing out a generic umbrella for a lot of people - "every." (Plausible)

Everyman has never spoken out loud. In fact, their silence is such a notable part of their character that their Queen battle cameo has them give a noticably blank dialogue bubble, in stark contrast with all the others. They visibly fall to their knees in agony when overtaken by butterflies, but cannot scream. Even their visual design has them noticably lacking a mouth. (Likely)

As you can see, many of these points range from plausible matches to confirmed ones. And the remaining points are left inconclusive, not deconfirmations.

There's also these additional clues:

The egg given to Noelle was titled ““SPECIAL”” in quotations and without a period. In the first documentation of Everyman's name, Fox replied “”Everyman”” exclusively in quotations and without a period.

Noelle notes that the egg “didn't seem to be doing anything" - in most of Everyman's appearances, they do not move, with the exceptions being after they are attacked and taken over by butterflies, and while they are propelled by a carousel (but still stationary themself).

Everyman is made of round shapes, which could concievably allow them to appear in Cat Petterz.

Subjectively, Everyman resembles a white, embryonic-looking bird, all of which relate to eggs. Spamton even mentions the white color of the egg man's eggs when saying “A WHITE ONE, THAT'S SURELY [another man's treasure].”

Subjectively, I think the Waltz of Seccom Masada, or whatever the egg room theme is called now, suits the Everyman character very well: starts in major key to indicate friendliness, but something is slightly, unnervingly off about it...strange, even. (ba dum tss) Everyman's visual design is similarly made up of round, friendly shapes, yet is very disturbing due to a variety of factors.

“Just a good guy who shows up on occasion” perfectly describes the egg man's appearances behind the trees.

Again, Everyman is also heavily tied to the term “man”: both with “Everyman” and “strangeman.”

Literally clones their head like an egg.

We know little about Everyman, but what we do know seems to line up with the man behind the tree.

*(If I could hazard a guess, I don't actually think [At Half-Price!] is referring to a character, but a property about [Man, Woman, or Child]. Specifically, I think Spamton means that the character has been "cut in half" in some way. Why do I think this? See my theory about division through reflection, a motif that seems to be cropping up a lot.)

[archiesoniconline]

Sonic Universe Online #53 Behind the Scenes!

Hello again, people! Since last time we covered the behind-the-scenes for StHO #52, today we'll be covering the next and final issue of the Bunnie arc, StHO #53! Admittedly, I might not have as much to say about this issue compared to the last one since I had no involvement in it's production, but I'll still do what I can!

As usual, let's start with the cover. There isn't much to say here since Crim penciled it fairly early into the arc, even before the cover for 52 was made. The biggest change that was made was adding to the bulk of her robotic arm, and moving the sleeves on her coat as a result.

This issue was fully penciled by @dariidrawsindreams, but @katonuchiha4525 provided the thumbnails to use as a reference. Although there had been some issues with artists coming and going, we managed to stick to a remarkably consistent style in this issue thanks to them.

Meifeng was designed by our former artist Pooj, who was meant to be a junior/daughter figure to Conquering Storm, though not her Kommissar. She's obviously more polite and less battle-hardened than her Grandmaster, and although she doesn't personally get involved in the action this issue, she's definitely not to be underestimated. Whether or not she's as easily impressionable as portrayed in the off-panel is yet to be seen.

When Khan has his flashback to issue 92, @alusniper had to correct the colors on the Overlanders' uniforms. But since the flashback was later given a sepia filter, it ultimately didn't make much of a difference.

On page 16, the positions of Bunnie's legionnaire partners ended up being swapped, due to not matching up with the order of the word bubbles in the panel.

One thing that keen-eyed readers may have noticed is that Bunnie is missing her jet pack throughout the issue, even in scenes where she's clearly flying. That was really nothing more than an honest mistake, and by the time it was noticed it was too late to add it back in.

Back in 52, we made sure to add a line about the coil generators carrying the oil shipment throughout the arc, so their role in defeating Jun Kun would be properly foreshadowed. We also made a reference to Espio providing the Fan of Fen Xing to Khan in issue 211, which is how Jun Kun was defeated in that issue.

@riggo-draws had actually drawn the final page at one point, but after he left the team we ultimately stuck to the version that Darii made.

Finally, there's the preview picture that we teased the day before the issue was released. @leroyalmess had made several drafts of Genesis-style pictures to use, but we ended up opting for a parody of the Sonic & Knuckles logo, but with Bunnie and Khan instead.

That's it for this one! Maybe a bit short compared to the others, but no less work involved in making it a reality! We'll have to say goodbye to Bunnie for now, but until she returns, keep your eyes peeled for the upcoming Blaze arc, and beyond!

[chasingshadowsblog]

Review: Bird - Is It Too Real For You?

Title: Bird Directed by: Andrea Arnold Written by: Andrea Arnold Cinematography: Robbie Ryan Cast: Nykiya Adams, Franz Rogowski, Barry Keoghan, Jason Buda, Jasmine Jobson, Frankie Box Costume Designer: Alex Bovaird Year: 2024

Andrea Arnold's latest feature blends magical realism into the grim setting of a squat in North Kent. In it, 12-year-old Bailey lives with her father, Bug, and her half-brother Hunter, but spends most of her time out of the house, wandering the outskirts of her home or visiting her mother and other half-siblings on the other side of town. It is on one of these wanderings that she bumps into the mysterious Bird.

When she first meets Bird, Bailey whips out her phone and starts filming, anticipating danger, but she soon becomes enraptured by his peaceful, elegiac spell. For this one week (its end marked by Bug's upcoming wedding), their lives are intertwined as Bailey helps Bird track down his biological family and she introduces him to hers. In the process, Bird not only becomes a comfort to Bailey, but a protector as well. Franz Rogowski is superb as Bird and uses his body to convey the mystery of the character, in piercing, all-seeing glances, knowing, patient half-smiles and clumsy yet balletic movements.

Barry Keoghan is a fire-cracker as the fun-loving, devil-may-care, Bug, a child himself who became a father before his time. Bug appears more concerned with getting a toad to produce hallucinogenic slime (to pay for his wedding) than he is with his children but comes through when it matters most to Bailey and Hunter.

In contrast to the peaceful Bird and child-like Bug, is Skate, Bailey's mother Peyton's new boyfriend. Bug, for all of his vices, is not a threat to Bailey and Hunter's well-being in the same way that Skate is to her younger siblings (an early scene sets Bug up as a villain as he yells at Bailey and shakes her around in the street, before this far more nefarious presence enters the scene). Bailey might begrudge Bug, but she is frightened of Skate and senses the danger he poses to her family.

For all of Rogowski and Keoghan's brilliance in their roles, Nykiya Adams is surely the stand-out. Adams brings a mistrustful wariness to Bailey's stare but while she is certainly an observer she is not a bystander. She bears witness to everything happening around her - Bug and his friends trying to make their toad produce slime, Hunter receiving the news that his girlfriend is pregnant, the way Skate treats her younger siblings - but she is unafraid to bite back when treated unfairly, take action to help her siblings by taking them out of harm's way and diverting them (and herself) for a few hours of the day. Bailey is a heroic character in these scenes, in her resilience and the care she has for her siblings.

Near its end, Bird takes a turn toward magical realism that may throw some viewers off, but it is a turn that provides hope for the viewer and for Bailey. Whether or not these things actually happen doesn't matter if Bailey is comforted by them - and it is some much needed comfort for a character who always seems to be taking care of others.

Other bits:

I loved the scene where Bailey gets tampons from Kayleigh, she is clearly unhappy with the wedding but goes to Kayleigh for help when she gets her first period and Kayleigh has her back by promising not to tell Bug - Bailey might not approve of the wedding but Kayleigh is not a generic evil step-mother

I also really enjoyed Barry Keoghan in the scene where Bailey and Bug track down Hunter at the train station and later when the three of them are on the scooter talking about "dad music"

I really, really like the design of Bug's tattoos

the leotards were awful, my heart goes out to the actors and fictional characters that had to wear them

loved Bird's costumes though

[ensuf]

Fortnite Teases NBA Legend Shaquille O'Neal Coming Soon: What Fans Can Expect

Fortnite, developed by Epic Games, has consistently made headlines with its pop culture crossovers, from blockbuster movies to collaborations with world-famous athletes. Adding to the game’s repertoire of superstar skins, Fortnite has now hinted at the arrival of NBA legend Shaquille O'Neal, or "Shaq," in the game’s character lineup. Known for his powerful presence on the court and charismatic personality off it, Shaq’s introduction to Fortnite promises an exciting mix of gameplay and entertainment.

In this article, we’ll explore what Shaq’s addition to Fortnite might look like, including his likely in-game appearances, potential skins, emotes, and back bling items. We'll also discuss the significance of this collaboration, how Fortnite uses these crossover events to create buzz, and why Shaq’s presence in the Fortnite universe is sure to be memorable.

Shaq's Legacy and His Place in Fortnite

Shaquille O’Neal’s career is legendary: a four-time NBA champion, MVP, and one of the most dominant forces in basketball history. But Shaq’s appeal goes far beyond sports; he’s a true pop culture icon, making appearances in film, music, and television. Known for his humor and personality, Shaq has a fan base that spans generations. Whether you’re a fan of his days with the Lakers, his appearances in movies, or his latest gig as a sports commentator, there's something universally appealing about Shaq.

By potentially bringing Shaq to Fortnite, Epic Games continues its tradition of tapping into mainstream personalities that have achieved cultural significance. Shaq’s inclusion aligns with previous NBA collaborations, like the skins for LeBron James and other basketball stars, offering fans a chance to experience their love for sports in Fortnite’s playful universe.

Fortnite’s Teasers: What Hints Have Been Dropped?

While Fortnite has yet to make an official announcement with specific details about Shaq’s in-game debut, some tantalizing teasers have appeared. Epic Games is known for cryptic hints, and they often reveal information subtly through social media posts, in-game clues, or trailers. Here are some of the key hints that have fans buzzing:

Social Media Teasers: Fortnite’s social media accounts recently posted a cryptic message featuring a basketball emoji paired with the number “34” — Shaq’s iconic jersey number. Such posts have previously hinted at upcoming collaborations, and the pairing of these symbols has fans excited that Shaq is next in line for a Fortnite crossover.

In-Game Basketball Court Changes: Players have noticed subtle updates to Fortnite’s existing basketball courts, including new textures and props. These locations may serve as focal points for Shaq-themed challenges, events, or easter eggs when he arrives in the game.

Community Leaks and Datamining: Fortnite’s dedicated community of dataminers has uncovered files that contain references to "Big Diesel," one of Shaq’s popular nicknames. Similar leaks have preceded the arrival of high-profile characters in the past, and fans are confident that these clues are pointing to Shaq.

NBA Event Speculation: Rumors suggest that Fortnite may host another NBA crossover event, featuring Shaq as the headliner. Epic Games has previously collaborated with the NBA, and a basketball-themed event featuring Shaq could bring new skins, challenges, and rewards to the game.

What Fans Can Expect from Shaq’s In-Game Appearance

The addition of Shaq to Fortnite isn’t just about the character skin; Epic Games typically goes all out with unique cosmetics, emotes, and sometimes even themed in-game events. Here’s a look at what Shaq’s potential Fortnite bundle might include:

1. Shaquille O’Neal Skins and Variants

Shaq’s physical appearance is iconic — his towering height, bald head, and powerful build make him instantly recognizable. Epic Games has several ways they could design Shaq’s skin to capture his unique look and larger-than-life personality. Here are a few ideas:

Classic Lakers Shaq: The default Shaq skin could show him in his iconic Los Angeles Lakers jersey, bringing to life his legacy on one of basketball's most storied teams. This look would resonate with NBA fans and basketball enthusiasts, making for a nostalgic yet powerful look.

Miami Heat Edition: As Shaq also played a significant role with the Miami Heat, an alternate skin could pay homage to his time with the Heat, featuring the black and red Miami jersey and updated team-themed accessories.

DJ Diesel Variant: Shaq’s love for music and his DJ persona, DJ Diesel, could provide inspiration for a more lighthearted, music-themed skin. This variant might feature Shaq in streetwear, with headphones and a DJ-inspired outfit that would stand out on the battlefield.

Shaq Fu Variant: Fans of retro gaming may remember Shaq’s 1994 fighting game, Shaq Fu. A Shaq Fu-themed skin could capture the character’s martial arts vibe, complete with a stylized martial arts outfit, evoking his ‘90s gamer appeal. This could include a callback to the original game’s design, re-imagined with Fortnite's signature style.

Each of these skins could include unique animations, facial expressions, and details that reflect Shaq’s personality, making his character even more engaging for players.

2. Emotes and Special Animations

Emotes are an essential part of Fortnite, allowing players to show off personality and celebrate in-game victories. Shaq is known for his charisma and humor, which would translate well into fun and memorable emotes. Here are some ideas for Shaq-inspired emotes:

“Shaq Slam” Emote: An emote that lets Shaq pull off one of his iconic dunks, with a dramatic leap and a slam dunk animation. To add a twist, Fortnite could even include a sound effect or visual effect, like a backboard shattering upon impact.

DJ Dance: Shaq’s alter ego, DJ Diesel, could come to life with a DJ-inspired dance emote. This emote could feature Shaq with headphones, spinning turntables, or even hyping up an imaginary crowd.

Shaq Laugh Emote: Shaq is known for his contagious laugh. This emote could be a playful animation showing Shaq in a fit of laughter, complete with audio clips of his hearty chuckle, perfect for taunting opponents.

Kung Fu Moves: Inspired by Shaq Fu, this emote could feature Shaq performing martial arts moves with dramatic flair. The reference to his old fighting game would be an amusing addition for nostalgic fans and younger players alike.

3. Back Bling and Accessories

Shaq’s bundle will likely include back bling items and accessories inspired by his NBA career and personality. Here are some potential back bling ideas:

Championship Trophy Back Bling: Shaq’s achievements in the NBA are legendary, so a championship trophy or a golden ring back bling would be a fitting tribute. This back bling could feature a golden glow and add a regal touch to Shaq’s appearance.

Miniature Basketball Hoop: A basketball hoop attached to Shaq’s back, complete with an animated basketball, would be a fun addition, capturing the spirit of his game.

Turntable or DJ Kit: As DJ Diesel, Shaq often performs with his DJ gear, and a mini turntable setup as back bling would be perfect for his character in Fortnite, adding a music-inspired element to his bundle.

4. Special Pickaxes and Harvesting Tools

Shaq’s pickaxe could be inspired by his powerful presence and his basketball legacy:

Basketball Dunk Pickaxe: A pickaxe resembling a hoop or basketball could be designed to resemble Shaq’s powerful slam dunking. It could even include special sound effects that mimic the sounds of a bouncing basketball when players harvest materials.

Shaq Fu Pickaxe: For a more martial arts-inspired twist, Shaq’s pickaxe could resemble a stylized weapon from his Shaq Fu days, like a staff or other martial arts-inspired tool with retro vibes.

5. Exclusive Limited-Time Modes (LTMs) and Events

Epic Games often includes special limited-time modes (LTMs) when introducing new celebrity crossovers, and a Shaq event could be basketball-inspired. Here are some potential event ideas:

Slam Dunk Challenge LTM: This game mode could take place on a basketball-themed map, where players score points by performing trick shots or engaging in team-based dunking challenges, with Shaq as the event’s primary character.

Shaq Boss Battle: Shaq could appear as an NPC boss in a designated area, with players competing to defeat him and earn unique loot. The boss battle could be basketball-themed, adding a fun twist to the traditional gameplay.

Basketball Tournament Event: If Fortnite hosts a limited-time basketball tournament event, Shaq could serve as a coach or competitor, with players teaming up to complete challenges for rewards inspired by Shaq’s legacy.

The Cultural Significance of Shaq’s Addition to Fortnite

The arrival of Shaquille O'Neal in Fortnite isn’t just a simple addition to the game. It represents a bridge between traditional sports, pop culture, and modern gaming, bringing fans of all three worlds together. Shaq’s skin and themed items could introduce a younger generation to his career, inspiring basketball fans to try out Fortnite while also giving long-time Fortnite players a new and engaging experience.

This crossover with Shaq also reflects Fortnite’s ongoing efforts to diversify its character roster and celebrate figures who have had an enduring impact across multiple spheres of entertainment. Epic Games has made Fortnite a platform where characters from sports, movies, and music can interact in unexpected ways, creating a space that is truly multi-dimensional.

Conclusion: Get Ready for Shaq in Fortnite

With teasers hinting at Shaquille O’Neal’s impending arrival in Fortnite, excitement is building among fans of both the game and the NBA legend. Shaq’s bundle will likely be packed with exclusive cosmetics, emotes, and back bling inspired by his legacy, adding new dimensions to the game’s offerings. As Fortnite prepares to welcome Shaq, players can look forward to engaging in Shaq-themed events, completing in-game challenges, and enjoying Shaq’s charisma in the Fortnite universe.

So get ready to add a towering presence to your character roster, because with Shaq’s skin, Fortnite fans will soon be able to bring one of basketball’s most iconic figures into the battle royale.

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ff7 temeraire au fic idea? your honour, i might be cooking

I already have ideas for another fic to get started after “Be Sweet” (or maybe concurrently, once I have the time to write enough to get ahead of my posting schedule lol) Might be a agszc fic, haven't quite decided on that yet, but we'll see where the drafting leads me I guess. its leaning agszc simply because i have some fun little moments i'd like to include, and what can i say, it's a good time.

Thoughts on a temeraire inspired au? I think the concept of a SHINRA aerial corps is very fun, might get into writing dragonbased warfare for the hell of it. The idea of maybe Cloud becoming a cadet, and becoming part of Zack’s crew or something? I can see Cloud slowly but surely working his way up to like a topman and eventually lieutenant on Zack’s crew? Maybe he is loaned out to another crew after a crippling and devastating attack, and Cloud is put to the test in the heat of battle with a crew he isn't used to fighting with? Lowkey kinda love the idea of Genesis having a regal copper, just a massive beast of a dragon, and being justifiably proud. Maybe Sephiroth, the esteemed general, possesses a celestial? Maybe an acid spitter? Or even a fire breather? It needs to possess some fearsome quality, to sort of fit the whole moniker of "the demon of Wutai". Zack would have a middleweight, mayhaps a breed with great manoeuvrability, to be able to quickly offer support and backup for the larger beasts. A lightweight breed could also work, but I do not think Zack is best utilized as a scout, and middleweights fare better in battle. Speed and support can be just as intimidating and fearsome, if not more, as one of the larger breeds if done correctly.

Zack would be very good in an aerial formation with any of the firsts, due to his ability to support. I believe he would've been Angeal’s lieutenant atop his massive heavyweight dragon before being strongly recommended for the upcoming hatching of an egg, and this becomes nothing short of a benefit once Zack’s dragon is grown enough for battle. His time as a lieutenant would mean that Zack has become able to make split second decisions to defend the first’s weak spots, knowing them like the back of his own hand after years as Angeal’s right hand man, because you can never be taught anything quite as well as experience does. Maybe someone has one of those tiny, tiny but oh-so-intelligent dragonbreeds from China, like a jade dragon? (described as being smaller or similar in size to a horse. Naturally this would probably be updated to being a Wutaian breed, and I’d have to do some actual work designating FF7 native locations for the dragon breeds, but whatever, it’ll be worth the hassle in the end.) I sort of like the idea that some of the biggest dragons (i.e Genesis’ regal copper, Zack's middleweight and maybe even Angeal’s heavyweight) would be all hissy and pissy that they can't also go inside buildings the same way the jade dragon can, endlessly jealous. (Maybe Sephiroth’s dragon would be jealous too, but let’s be honest, it would rather pull out teeth than admit it, as I think both dragon and general alike would be two sides of the same coin.) might be some avalanche stuff aswell, cant leave my sweet girlies out if this (this includes all of them, do not fight me on this). it could be set during the war with wutai, could be me fucking around with some timelines, who knows? endless potential! I think the idea is fun, and I might look into beginning the drafting process of this in the near future as soon as I’ve caught up with my Be Sweet schedule, but nevertheless, much to think about when trying to fall asleep.

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Your OC is planning their wedding. Their phone is ringing off the hook and emails keep flooding their inbox. So many people are giving their opinion about what they should and shouldn't do. -What are some of their coping mechanisms when things get too stressful? Would they work in this situation?

Let's throw it together with last' week's:

Holy shit guys... It's time for some prose..?!

This is a story I just started writing with the objective of hitting all the prompts. Just writing without stopping. One edit. Fair warning for Cajita self-indulgent bullshit with only mentions of canon stuff (and a very special candle) below the cut. :)

benedictio militis

Planning a wedding was stressing me out. I sat at the bar of our spacious kitchen, staring at stacks of mail. I didn’t know where to begin, really, so I just picked the smallest pile and began working my way through. It was bills, mostly. Caterers, flower shops, and bachelorette party favors from Spank-Me Mama; all of them looking for a down-payment.

The worst ones were the designers. Everyone in the world of fashion had caught wind of our ceremony, and they were all chomping at the bit to get us to wear something from their collections. I had my attire fully picked out by then, but my girlfriend, with her hyperfixation on small details, was at a loss on accessories. Every watch-maker, jeweler, and yes, even one specialty cowboy hat millner had sent us their full catalogs.

It was then I realized I should have been happy that Caj and I would be marrying substantial fortunes together in our upcoming nuptials. And yet, the checks still had to be written by someone, and that someone appeared to be me.

As if I wasn’t unmotivated enough by the task itself, the power going out at exactly the same time I’d picked up my pen killed any impulse I might have ridden into action.

“Perfect.” I said to the dark, empty room.

I looked around as best I could, only at that moment realizing I wasn’t sure where my bride-to-be had cloistered herself in the mansion. To make matters more unnerving, Caj could make herself completely undetectable when she wanted to sneak up on someone. You could take the assassin out of the business, but you couldn’t take the business out of the assassin, as it were.

I suddenly couldn’t shake the weird feeling that I was being hunted, then.

Time to light candles. I only managed to find one – a prayer candle of “St. Charles Offdensen” my mother had made for us as a joke (and one that turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy for how things ended up with the CFO, Dethklok, and the Church of the Black Klok). It might have been more appropriate in the situation than I knew at the time, and either way, it would have to do. I found a lighter and lit the wick.

The little fire lifted my mood, but I felt the air around me change direction. An area of occupied silence was at once, behind me, and upon turning around, it was vacant again. I felt my heart beating and scrunched my nose. She was toying with me, now.

“Caj -” I said. My eyes scanned the area, but even with the faint light of the candle, there was no sign of her.

I took St. Offdensen over to the bar where the mail sat waiting and a brown, official-looking envelope caught my eye. I pulled it out of the pile and noticed that the address read like the title of a novel about space-fae. There was an official-looking seal with gold embellishments all around the edge. Immediately, I recognized it as the opportunity it was…

“Hey, hon? What’s a Danbro-orden-nen-nen?”

The clamor that arose from the pantry space behind me was impressive for how it tore the silence of the moments preceding it to shreds. My fiance appeared from the darkness, and I wasted no time laying into her.

“Oh you psycho! You know how I hate it when you sneak up!”

I punched her arm lightly, but she didn’t flinch. Her attention was fixed on the brown envelope in my hands.

“What did you just ask me?” Caj asked, and quite seriously.

“Hell, I don’t know! I have no idea how your crazy language works.” I handed her the parcel.

She looked at it and her face went pale. She reached behind her for the island and leaned against it so her rangy-self could collapse onto a stool. She tore the envelope, pulled another envelope sealed in wax from inside of it, and pulled that one apart to read the note it contained at last.

I couldn’t help but notice how her hands shook as her eyes scanned through the words.

“Dette er Dannebrogordenen.” she said in her space-faerie language. “Oh shit.”

“Is that bad?”

“No.”

She swallowed and looked at me with eyes that could only be described as pleading.

“Nita. I am being knighted.”

“Oh my God!” I suddenly found myself jumping up and down, my voice making all kinds of weird noises.

My girlfriend, however, was petrified. She sat in stunned silence for about a minute before I decided to poke.

“Hey. What gives? You're not excited?” I tried. “So what happens? Do they do a ceremony and you get to meet the queen? Oh! Do they give you a suit of armor?”

“It’s a little pin. Thingy.” Caj said and didn’t stop staring into space. And then she admitted something, “I can’t do it, Nita. It’s too much.”

Her leg was bouncing up and down as her foot tapped at a rapid staccato on the stool. It was cute seeing my typically braver-than-brave mate scared by the situation, but not so much as it became apparent she was quickly coming undone by the pressure implicit in the situation.

Taking matters into my own hands, I took the letter from her.

“This says it’s for your music and your work with children.” I paused frequently, still a novice in the art of reading Danish. “What’s deeb statens feyender?”

This at least got a chuckle out of her, “It’s dræbe statens fjender, it means ah -”

I smiled when she smiled.

“Nevermind what it means. It is a lot, I suppose I am trying to say. It is an incredible honor. I am not exactly feeling worthy of it. I'm not a hero, Nita.”

I pulled her in close and felt her rest her cheek against my neck. I loved it when she sat down and I got to be the taller one for once.

“Well I think you’re plenty worthy. And from the way you chased me around the kitchen without being spotted a minute ago, hoo. You haven’t lost your edge, either.”

“You are still working on t’mail?”

“Yeah, someone’s gotta.”

“I took care of all t’at stuff two nights ago, my Nita.”

I blinked, turned away for a moment and looked at the stack, then back at her. “You did?”

“I did.” She said. “It was a pain in the ass but I wanted to get it off your plate. Everything but my problem finding the right accessory piece for my ensemble, t’at is.”

I smirked and shoved her in the arm again. “I love you.”

She looked at me with her usual fierceness, all pretense of fear gone from her countenance. “I love you, too.”

I sighed. We kissed. Another crisis averted.

“Too bad you don’t think you have the requisite shining armor points to go get that pin thingy from the queen. It might look good on your tux.” I said.

She laughed again. “I hadn’t even t’ought of it until now, but you’re right. I can see t’is as killing two bald eagles with one nuclear weapon. Whatever t’at American saying is.”

“That you could, honey. That you could.”

I pulled up a stool beside her and considered how bad it would be to not call anyone about the power fluctuation for another hour.

“So.” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders, “With all these hours left in the day, and no power, I don’t think we’ll be doing a lot of recording, tonight. What ever shall we do with our time?”

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Another enjoyable Storyteller Saturday and lots of fun to just do something for shits and giggles as always. Thank you, Pan! :D

[jenneferofjengaberg]

A little update on my recent crochet projects:

I made this book/tablet sleeve for my sister's birthday, from this pattern by Green Fox Farms Designs. It was a little tricky in the beginning but a nice pattern overall.

I'm trying to learn Mosaic Crochet now. I've eyed it for years because you can make some incredible designs, but I was a little intimidated by it. I shouldn't have been, it was actually much easier than I thought. I started with something that wouldn't matter and made a dishcloth from this pattern/tutorial by Naztazia Crochet.

I used Lily Sugar n' Cream cotton, which I'm not sure was the absolute best yarn to use, I think it might not be fluffy enough to really show off the design the best. But I wanted to make an actually usable dishcloth, and for that you have to use cotton, and I had this in my stash.

Next, I made this little swatch, following a tutorial video by Tinna Thórudóttir. I extended it a bit and made it into a "mug rug". Made with some leftover Big Twist Acrylic (Joann's in-house brand yarn).

I also finished the shawl I was working on for my mom for Mother's Day (see the beginning in this post), but no pictures yet because I still have to block it.

Upcoming Projects:

Boho Triangle Shawl by Expression Fiber Arts I actually have this mostly completed, just about 7 rows to go. I had some mystery DK weight black speckled yarn in my stash so I just decided to make this shawl. The original pattern calls for fingering weight yarn held double, so I just used one strand of my yarn and a 8 mm hook and it seemed to work out ok.

I want to make this Wind River Blanket (lapghan size) to drape over the chair in my office. I have all the materials (I'm using some Mary Maxim Super Value Black Yarn and a cake of Lion Brand Mandala Ombré in the "Serene" colorway), I just need to start it.

I'm making this checkered bag for myself, in some Premier Anti-Pilling Everyday Worsted Yarn. I chose Silver and Peacock as my colors.

I'm making this adorable Bow Purse for my wife's niece in Lavender Glimmer Yarn from Mary Maxim which she picked out herself. Ngl, it's so cute I kind of want to make one for myself too, but I'm not sure someone in their 30's can pull-off a sparkly bow shaped purse, lol.