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Shattered Dreams but Intact Teacups (Followup/Part 2)
Itâs finally here! Took longer than I thought, but I finally got it done! :D
In case you are new/need a refresher, hereâs Part 1. In case youâre busy, though, the TL;DR is basically: Scraptrap tries to look good for Scrap Babyâs tea party through illusion disks and the plan backfires miserably. Now Scrap Baby/Elizabeth, while playing her tea party character, has to show him that sheâs absolutely okay with him showing up sans-disks.
(@uwu-scraptrappy, get ready. I dunno what feels this partâll give you, but I have a feeling itâll give you some.)
Scrap Baby looked back at Lefty. Her mind flipped through the pages of her childhood memories (or, well, what was left of them). What fairy tale logic could she use here could she used to âcureâ Princess Trapeze [and make Daddy feel better, of course]? What kind of âcurseâ were they supposed to lift, anyway? A Beauty and The Beastie kind? A Cinderella-But-The-Fairyâs-Really-Mean type? Frog Prince? Little MermaidâŚ?
âŚBabyâs eyelids widened. âBlackbear, can we talk in private?â she asked softly, tilting her head towards a corner of the room.
âSure thing, MâLady,â Lefty replied in-character, already making her way to their intended spot. She waited for Baby to arrive, then asked the inevitable question: âDo you have a plan to cure her?â
âI do,â Scrap Baby answered, her tone fluctuating between pride and uncertainty. âBut thereâs one thing I need advice on. Advice that I think you can give.â
Leftyâs eyebrows raised. âAll right, what is it?â she asked in turn.
âDo you think we can get a prince to give her a true loveâs kiss?âÂ
âNot really,â Lefty responded solemnly, shaking her head. âIf Trapezeâs story is as sad as she makes it to be, I donât think anyoneâs even given her a hugâ Let alone a kiss on the lips⌠Or the cheek, if thatâs more reasonable for her.â
Scrap Babyâs eyelids lowered. Her shoulders slumped. âWell, I donât think youâd count for a prince, Sir Black-Bear,â she muttered. âYouâre just a knight.â
Lefty nodded. âAnd kinda glad about it, actually,â she admitted weakly. âI really donât want to waste a true loveâs kiss on someone Iâve only known for a few minutes. What if I find someone I actually love and I need to break them from a sleeping spell?â
âThatâs fair,â Scrap Baby agreed morosely. Her pupils slowly drifted to and fro, as if skimming through the memory that brought her to this train of thought. Her furrowed âbrowsâ relaxed as something eased her. âBut IâM still an option,â she resumed, her voice regaining its typical confidence. âOf course I count, Iâm a princess! If âtrue loveâ can count for us, then maybe I can break it myself!â
If Lefty were a human, one would have definitely been able to see a cold sweat forming on her forehead. âThat depends on how the spell-caster defined âtrue loveâ when giving the curse,â she sputtered out uneasily. âIf he meant romance, then PLEASE donât even think about trying. It just wonât work with anyone other than who sheâs supposed to marry to later. If he meant the kind of love that families or friends have, then sure I guess. Even the love you show when helping out a stranger in a rough time might work, if the wizard was that merciful.â
âWhat are you trying to say?â
Lefty sighed. âYou can try, but I dunno the specifics of this âtrue loveâ thing,â she summed up gently. âJust smooch her on the cheek or something, just to be safe.â
âI already had something in mind,â Scrap Baby assured warmly, turning her head towards Scraptrapâs face and arms lying on the table. âI saw Cinderellaâs Prince do it once.â
Confident in her plan, Baby quietly glided back to the table. She stopped besides Scraptrap, towering over him even as she tried to look more sympathetic and gentle with her posture. She stood there for a few seconds, analyzing the poor wretch before her. Then, as carefully as she could, she pulled out his good arm and slipped the ring back on. This was the only âwarningâ she gave before planting her best prince-like âkissâ on his hand.Â
To her surprise, Scraptrap was quick to respond. âWhat was that for?â he asked, quite frankly more shocked about the ring being back on his finger than the âsmoochâ itself (though, not knowing the exact context, that did come out of nowhere).Â
Scrap Baby smiled sheepishly. âI⌠thought this would count as a âtrue loveâs kissâ,â she explained as she lowered his hand back down. âYou know, the usual way a curse like yours is broken.â
Scraptrapâs puzzlement melted away. He rolled his (wouldâve been reddened) eyes and sniggered to himself. âIâm sorry, Princess Melodica, but Iâm afraid mine doesnât work like that,â he said, returning to being properly in-character. âIn fact, Iâm not quite sure if there is a cure other than these two trinkets.â
âOh,â Scrap Baby answered, mild disappointment seeping in.
âBut at least you made her stop crying, Your Highness,â Lefty chimed in, moving to Scrap Babyâs side. âAs far as Iâm concerned, youâve probably broken her real curse just by being this caring. Loneliness like hers must be considered a curse too, if you think about it long enough.â
Scrap Baby tilted her head at Lefty. âReally?â she asked the bear, clasping one of those black plastic paws in her mismatched hands. âBut what about herâ?â
Lefty cut in with a gentle shush. âThatâs a spell to break another day,â she answered warmly. Then, she looked over at Scraptrap. âBesides, Princess Trapeze,â she continued in that same tone, âthereâs an expression in my familyâs kingdom that should do you well: âFairer be the heart of gold and pearls than the fairest with dainty curlsâ⌠Or something like that.â
Scraptrap turned his face away as if flattered, but his expression showed otherwise. âB-But I donât think either of those things apply to me,â he stammered, unsure if that was in-character or an unintentional expression of⌠potential guilt.
âIâm not talking total perfectââ Lefty started, but stopped herself with a frustrated grimace. âOh, never mind this whole part! Iâm not good with summing up stuff like this. That was my dadâs job. Iâll just say that youâll get better in due time if youâre not being extremely dumb, okay? Like, evil wizard-type of dumb.â
Scraptrap snickered at his companionâs outburst. âOkay,â he grinned as Lefty stomped back to her seat. âI think I understand. Thank you very much, Sir Black-Bear.â
âYouâre welcome, but whatever,â Lefty grumpily murmured, crossing her arms and lowering the metal bowl over her head like a cowboy ready to sleep in his favorite rocking chair.
âAs for you, Your Majesty,â Scraptrap resumed, turning his attention back to his glowing-eyed hostess, âI would like to thank you for your attempt. I donât think anyone has actually tried to figure out an antidote before. Well, anyone besides me, I suppose.â
âYouâre welcome,â Baby replied proudly, giving her guest her best curtsy. âI just thought I should try to help.â
Scraptrap removed the ring from his finger. âSpeaking out of character for moment,â he spoke up, trying not to cringe at his own natural hoarseness, âI have to ask: Why did you do it, really? You could have easily made Princess Melodica politely excuse Trapeze from the party and carry on with her knight friend as if nothing happened. Why did you choose such a⌠considerate option?â
Babyâs faceplates twitched. Her roller skates shifted aimlessly in place. âWell, I didnât want to make Melodica mean,â she explained, giving him her best âpoutâ. âIt just didnât feel right after what yâ Trapeze said about being lonely.â
Trap nodded thoughtfully. âSounds reasonable,â he muttered, picking up the ring and holding it in his hand. Then, as he started to slip it back on, something stopped him. He set the trinket back down with an uneasy expression. âI suppose now my only concern isâŚâ his voice trailed as his eyes caught his murky reflection in that magenta crown. âDo you thinkâŚ?â
His voice trailed again. His pupils remained fixed on that tinted âmirrorâ. Echoes of unseen, taunting voices rung in his mind, causing him to wince even more than usual. With each insult faintly recalled, he inspected his more ghastly features. The gash on his forehead (which itself was a source of ridicule enough already). The uneven eyelids that made him look dazed if he wasnât paying attention to his emoting. The ghostly pin-prick irises that made his sockets look like metallic eyes. And this was only covering the parts one would notice if that disproportionate head didnâtâ
A clawed arm gently shoved the crown away from the rabbitâs view. âDo I think what?â Baby asked softly, almost managing to lean down to his eye level.Â
âD-Do you think the same applies to me?â Scraptrap sputtered out, the cooling fan in his robotic suit spinning at top speed. âDo you think I look⌠passable? Or at the very least not nauseatingly vile?â
Baby blinked. âIâm looking at you right now, arenât I?â she asked in return, tilting her head to one side.
Scraptrap nodded slowly.Â
âAnd you know how I get when I see something I really donât like.â
That got a chuckle out of the old rabbit. Oh, how could he forget? A moody little arm cross here, a sulky turning her back away from the hated object there, or even just an outright cry of disgust and a pinching of her noseâ Well, if she was still the little girl he raised and not an almost eight-foot animatronic.
âSo it has to mean something when I look at you and donât do that,â Baby insisted, holding her dadâs good hand in her own. âYes, you arenât pretty and shiny as Circus Baby used to be, but neither was Patchwork Patricia! Or Mr. Frankenstein when I invited him for tea! Orââ
âI think he gets the point, Baby,â Lefty cut in, her tone wavering between annoyance and enjoyment.
Scraptrap acknowledged Leftyâs interruption, then returned to the matter at hand. âAnd I think that point isâŚâ his voice trailed for a moment as he processed his conclusion, ââŚyou do not think that Iâm absolutely repugnant.â
Scrap Baby nodded firmly. âYou are not a pug or an ant or a peanut,â she said with (over-confident) authority. âYou are my daddy and Iâm not going to kick you out for being a Franken-bunny. I donât care what anybody else says to me later about letting you stay at my tea party without that fancy watch onâ Itâs my tea party, and youâll be staying right here⌠if you want to.â
Minor skewing of the word ârepugnantâ aside, the sentiment itself made Scraptrap beam in spite of the suitâs lowered rabbit ear. âI think I will stay,â he said as he slipped the ring back onto his finger. âThank you so much, âYour Highnessâ.â
Scrap Baby giggled. âYouâre very welcome, Princess Trapeze,â she responded, straightening her posture. âNow, letâs see if we can get this tea party back on track.â
âSounds good to me,â Lefty remarked, lifting her second hat above her eyes. âAll this reassuring was great, but I was honestly starting to fall asleep.â
The same couldnât be said for Michael and the technician in the security office. The technician looked away from his static-ridden âTVâ to see Michael pacing in one part of the room. âGuess this is a âlike if you cry every time moment for you, huh?â the technician grinned sheepishly. âYou look like youâve just finished the latest season finale for The Immortal and the Restless.â
Michael stopped pacing. âJust change to a different camera, would you?â he asked quietly. âI need to know how the rest of the building is doing.â
âSure thing, Mr. Afton,â the technician answered, switching from one camera feed to the other.Â
#scrap baby#scraptrap#lefty the bear#michael afton#fnaf fanfic#fnaf 6#part 2#tea party#more fluffy than last time#i sure hope so#otherwise iâm gonna flip a table metaphorically#also#elizabeth#sweetie#I know youâre trying but like#think itâs gonna take more than a fairytale kiss on the hand to fix your dadâs suit lol
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I know this is old hat to just about everyone, but I'm more and more enjoying Imogen and Laudna as not just a mirror of the Briarwoods but also, and perhaps even more so, as a foil.
Laudna may be the death magic goth with a necromancer in her head, but out of the two of them, Imogen is the stronger mirror of Delilah. Sheâs the one with the undead lover, the one prepared to break the world by risking Delilah's return as long as it got her Laudna back, the one with the drive and the thirst for power and knowledge. Laudna meanwhile, while also tempted by power, is mostly just along for the ride, deeply devoted to Imogen over anything or anyone, alive only because Imogen found a way to resurrect her. They have looked each other in the eye, recognised the same seeds of darkness and the possibility of giving in, and said 'Together either way'.
But they are also in many ways a direct subversion of the Briarwoods. Delilah and Sylas both seemed perfectly happy to have made a pact with Vecna and revelled in the power he granted them, even knowing the disaster he would bring and the horrific acts he asked of them. Imogen and Laudna meanwhile, while tempted by power and openly voicing said temptation to each other, actively fight against it. Imogen was prepared to risk Delilah's return for the sake of Laudna's resurrection, but she would've fought her every step of the way. She's tempted by the power and knowledge of Ruidus, but also prepared to give all of it up if it means saving the world, because unlike Delilah she chooses to care about people other than herself and her lover. Laudna may be prepared to follow Imogen into hell itself, but she may also be what would lead her back out, because unlike Sylas she doesnât just recognise darkness in her lover, she wants to fight it alongside her.
This is what I mean when I say these two hold the potential for great darkness. They wouldnât function as a mirror and a foil of the most romantically iconic critical role villain duo if they didn't. But holding the potential for darkness and corruption also means holding the potential to resist and fight said darkness at every turn. It gives them the potential to choose kindness and struggle while still keeping a little bit of that darkness in their hearts, because without it, they never would have found each other.
#critical role#imogen temult#laudna#cr3 spoilers#imodna#southern gothic#cr3#i still get weirded out by the way large swaths of shippers will happily compare imodna to the briarwoods because#'ooh romance and aesthetic and breaking the world for each other ~~'#and yet will completely lose their shit when someone actually engages with the darker aspects of their characters#and talks about their relationship as anything other than perfect and fluffy and supportive#guys. the potential darkness is what makes them interesting. it's where the flavor comes from. embrace it#I'm hoping for more moments where they give in a little to that dark the way laudna did when killing bor'dor#i mean laura even said last 4sd that imogen very well might next time because she Wants To Know!!#please go there miss bailey I'm begging it would be such an interesting turn for both imogen and laudna!#delilah briarwood#sylas briarwood#nella talks cr
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A day in the life of taking care of hyperactive elflings~
#maglor#elrond and elros#hehe#kidnap fam#elros#elrond#makalaure#oh yeah#doodles#hyperactive twins#hehehe#rip maglors hair-#he'll get elros' masterpiece out eventually#this is celebrating my completing four out of the five assignments i had this week.#sighs heavily#the next one's not due till sunday evening#so i got time#and a test. on tuesday#so fun#i havent had time to study for it but ah well#*sigh#I am very tired#but i havent had the chance to draw more than doodles in my notes-#for an entire WEEK#first day in the last three that i dont have an assignment or test in the next 24 hours-#so this is my reward to myself.#ye#cause maglor and the twins are rejuvenating~#just fluffy stuff for the soul y'know?#:D
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something about trust
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âHow⌠does it feel?â Locus asked haltingly. Lopez shrugged. â<Weird. But I expected that.>â Locus hummed, his brow furrowed like he was lost in thought as he scanned Lopezâs face. Lopez grabbed Locusâ wrists, bringing his hands to his throat. âWhat are you--?â â<One way to test it. Take my head off.>â Locusâ eyes widened, his expression turning panicked. He tried to pull his hands away, but Lopez held him steady. â<You are the only person strong enough,>â Lopez said firmly, giving the other no room to balk any further. â<If this synthskin doesnât fix the problem, I want to know now, not later.>â Lopez could feel the way Locusâs hands shifted, his fingers flexing as he fought some internal debate. Lopez couldnât read his mind, but the flicker of those marble grey eyes was telling as Locus looked at his hands around Lopezâs throat, then to his face and then back again and again. â<It doesnât hurt, if thatâs what all this fuss is about.>â Not strictly true, having his head removed wasnât exactly a pleasant feeling. But better to do it now, with some degree of control, than in the middle of a fight or an accident. The sensation of feeling everywhere his skin touched was strange though, the normally very localized sensors spread out across the surface of the synthskin. Was this how humans felt things all the time? No wonder they were so easily distracted. Neither of them moved. âYouâre certain?â Locus asked finally, his voice little more than a whisper. Lopez raised an eyebrow and let himself grin just a little at being able to convey the sentiment properly. Maybe there were some advantages to the synthskin after all. â<I wouldnât have said it if I wasnât.>â A nod, then the pressure. Lopez knew Locus was strong, for a human, but the feeling of his hands tightening around his neck and pulling at his jaw, the base of his metal skullâŚÂ His head didnât budge, and the pressure eased. Lopez clicked his tongue, releasing Locusâ wrists. â<Good. That is one problem fixed, at least.>â
#rvb#red vs blue#rvb locus#rvb lopez#samuel âlocusâ ortez#lopez the heavy#locpez#my art#batsy art#batsy writes#sometimes i swear i open clip to draw one thing and i blink and something else entirely has spawned in#im not MAD im just like#damn#okay#technically part of a longer thing i have pinging around my head with them and lopez getting himself a proper synthskin bc i accidentally#really really liked the more human look on him and went welp time to make up a reason to draw him like that more#im not immune to cool robot glowy eyes#lopez gets curly hair bc i said so but he would never let it get long enough to be fluffy#heart breaking as it is#technically i drew this last night fromwhen its getting posted but i wanted to give the halloween comic a little bit of a breather lmaoooo#sometimes the fully clothed piece is just hornier than it has any right to be and i think that means it gets some space first lmao#yes this is scheduled for 8am bc it amuses me and thats about how long im willing to wait before unleashing it#a whole 13 hours from when i finished drawing it yahoo
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#Steven bap your own fluffy bangs.#Okay last connverse-related (but more Connie-focused this time) doodle for the day. đ
#She's studying for colleg#College girl Connie#Maybe he can bargain. Five baps for one heal to feel refreshed again.#I don't know why but Connie suddenly showing up with bangs in the show made me think of a 'boy next door' look. lmao#I'm like. Do they looks like that? But my brain is telling me yup pretty much. So I just blindly agreed.#Well it do be like that sometimes. Sometimes you just don't know why your brain tell you something kinda sus.#Oki she get frizzy hair sumtimes that's my headcanon now#connverse#Steven Quartz Universe#Connie Maheswaran#skedoobles#Ngl I like it more if the animators kept Connie's bangs matted than fluffy. But also ngl I do kinda think making it fluffy is easier.#my shiz
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Remember that Sky Saves Fairy Time fic yâall chose for me to work on next? Well, itâs finished!!
Look out folks this oneâs angsty >:)
#definitely more in line with my usual stuff than the last one was#Iâd like to write another fluffy one next though#weâll see#but this one was a lot of fun#got to dump all my anti-fairy headcanons in it#plus I love sky and time as a duo#theyâre such fun to write#trin writes#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu time#lu sky#lu twilight#lu warriors#fairy time au#angst#whump#hurt/comfort
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oughhhh ok perhaps I made fluffy dinyon mother pill
nobody can hear his yippee in spaceâŚâŚhis dignity is savedâŚ..
#last part is a simple sketch because um I am not spending any more time on this#there are two wolves inside of me. one likes fluffy fandom stuff and the other is extremely romance repulsed#the second wolf is a hell of a lot stronger than the first one so I think I will die if I have to look at this anymore#shame I actually like how this turned out art wise because I cannot handle looking at it for very long lmao#art#pikmin#dingo pikmin#yonny pikmin#cw shipping#I know thereâs usually gravity in the spaceships in pikmin but I love makin em floaty
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Hey, hi, hello! đ It's been a while, how do?
Don't remember when the last time I drew something was, but it's been about two months since I posted anything. đ
This particular round of art block is trying to murder me.
In the meantime, while we're all waiting for art, we got a new cat. This is Dakota, aka Spacky-Dak, Spack or Dakster. đ She's very smoochy and very cute.
This should suffice for the lack of art đ
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#sketchy rambles#I have been working on TTDS again (and made slightly more progress on it than the last time I posted about it)#I still don't think I'm gonna show it off on here đ#and I think Spack is Fluffy Bastard number 4
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âSo what if I broke my arm Iâm still doing it.â for Clack? (Cloud/Zack, is that their ship name?)
It was really such a shame that duty came first. Maybe if he'd learned to slack off a little more, he wouldn't be in this predicament. Not that it actually was one, since he had no intention of changing his plans. The show must go on! Too late, Zack realized he'd said that last bit out loud. Thankfully, it didn't really matter since the only person who'd heard him was Kunsel. Un-thankfully, Kunsel was a lot more levelheaded and always the first to point out when Zack was about to do something stupid. "I think you need to hit up the medic ward first, man. You don't look so hot." "I'm always hot. At least according to my fan club."
"Har, har." It was obvious Kunsel was rolling his eyes under the helmet. Maybe that was why he always kept it on, so Zack wouldn't see him constantly looking exasperated. "Seriously though, that fight with the Behemoth really messed you up. I know you're a 1st, but you don't constantly have to throw yourself in front of us little people." "That's exactly what it means." Zack winced as he accidentally jostled his arm. "Fine, fine. But you still look like shit. Just tell him that you need to postpone your little shindig. If he really likes you like you keep going on about, then he won't mind." Zack jumped up, ignoring the surge of pain in his arm. "No way, man! Do you have any idea how long it took me to get up the guts to ask him out? Not to mention find a night we were both free?!" He flailed around a little with his good arm. "So what if I broke my arm? I'm still doing it!" Kunsel rolled his eyes again. Obviously it was hidden, but Zack just knew. "You're such an idiot sometimes." "Huh?" "You're a 1st. This guy's a cadet, right?" A goofy little grin formed on Zack's face. "Yeah." "So just rearrange his schedule so that he so happens to have a night off the same time you do." Zack opened his mouth to argue, but snapped it shut when he realized that his friend was...absolutely brilliant. "Heyyy, good idea!" His good arm slung around Kunsel's shoulder. "What would I do without you?" "Probably lose an arm." Kunsel chuckled and gently nudged Zack away. "Now call the guy and get your ass down to medic before I have to drag you." "Yeah, yeah." Kunsel only left when Zack actually picked up his phone, proving he wasn't going to do anything stupid and stand around much longer with a broken arm. He quickly dialed the number that was now as familiar to him as his own, his heart thudding uncharacteristically fast as it rang once...twice... "Hello?" His chest fluttered, his smile widened, and butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He allowed himself to swoon for a second, glad that no one was around to see him act like a fool. That was how Cloud's voice made him feel. "Hey Spike," he greeted. "Zack?" Even though Cloud was one of the shyest, quietest people he'd ever met, there was always a little lilt to his voice whenever they spoke, like Cloud was still amazed that Zack had taken an interest in him. It made the butterflies in Zack's stomach have little caterpillar babies and flutter some more. "Got it in one!" He grinned, only the jolt of pain that shot up his arm when he tried to switch his phone to the other hand reminding him why he'd actually called. "I'm really, really sorry, but I have to cancel our date tonight." There was silence on the other end for a good thirty seconds. Zack wasn't actually sure if it was because Cloud was disappointed, or that he'd actually referred to their little get-together as a date. "Want to have dinner this weekend? Maybe get out of Midgar for a little while?"
"...With me?"
"Yeah, you. I like you a lot, y'know." "...How come?" Cloud finally asked in a small voice, breaking Zack out of his daydreams. "I had this mission earlier today, right?" At Cloud's hum in acknowledgement, Zack continued, "It was mostly just supposed to be me observing, but then this Behemoth charged in outta nowhere. I had to step in." "What happened?" "We got it without any causalities, but it really hated me." He laughed a little. "It swiped me away like I was nothing and I slammed into a wall. My arm's broken."
There were a couple of beats of silence as Cloud let this sink in. "Oh. Okay, then. I guess you need to rest, right?" "Once I go down to medic, yeah." "What?" Cloud's disappointment seemed to immediately melt into concern. "You haven't gotten it checked out yet? How long have you been back? You said your mission was this morning!" "It was," Zack admitted with a sheepish chuckle. "I've been back for a few hours." "Why?!" "I..." Zack trailed off a little. He felt a bit like a fool for admitting this, but he liked Cloud an awful lot and had really been looking forward to their date. Dinner at a nice place, maybe a movie, walking along the fields outside of Midgar and stargazing... Finally, he let out a wistful little sigh. "I just really didn't want to miss out on being with you, my arm be damned." Cloud was quiet for a long moment, and Zack would've thought he'd hung up if not for the shaky little breaths in the receiver. Finally, though, there was a reply. "Does the medic ward allow visitors this late?" It was by far one of the last things Zack expected to hear. "Huh?"
"I mean..." Now Cloud sounded hesitant. "I know you're in SOLDIER, so it's probably not a big deal for you to get fixed up. And it's probably not what you planned for our....date." He paused. "But at least if I came to visit, we could be together for a while. If you want." "Of course I do!" Zack blurted out. Cloud was right - this was a far cry from what he'd wanted to do, but as long as they were together, that was really all that mattered. "Meet me at medic, okay? They usually like to keep me under observation for a few hours to make sure the mako's not doing anything weird." "Okay." Zack could hear the smile in Cloud's voice and he just about melted. "I'll meet you there." "Perfect." After he hung up, Zack just leaned against the wall with a goofy little grin on his face, staring into space. Visions of the medic doing something painful that would make Cloud want to grab his hand swam in mind. He ignored the logical part of his brain that reminded him that he'd had a high pain tolerance even before making SOLDIER. As he headed down to the medic ward, he remember Kunsel's advice and mentally went over his calendar. He was pretty sure he had next Friday off...and now, Cloud would too. And this time, he'd make sure no broken limbs got in the way.
#final fantasy vii#clack#zakkura#zack/cloud#zack fair#yes yes their ship name is clack#i know kids these days call it zakkura#but i am forever on the clack side just cause it's so funny lolol#anyway WHEN'S THE LAST TIME I WROTE CLACK????#or.....ANYTHING REALLY????#well there was that fluffy thing a little while ago but#AM I GETTING MY BRAIN BACK????#NOBODY KNOWS#anyway i MISS clack#where are all my shippers#rebirth has refueled my love for them and now i cry about them#even more than i used to :'))))))))#also so fuckin help me#this ask was sent to me.......three and a half years ago#ANON WHOEVER AND WHEREVER YOU ARE#I HOPE YOU'RE STILL HERE AND YOU LIKE THIS#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i suck omfg#these tags are so much omfg i'm so sorry all#i'm losing my mind rip
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#psyching myself up to try and watch the new series of heartstopper#I don't make a lot of personal posts these days and it feels easier to talk about this in the tags for some reason now - like I'm whisperin#but series 2 absolutely wrecked me in a way that is not entirely healthy#isaac's storyline is just a bit too close to home for me and I became a bawling mess every single time he was on screen#and not in a cathartic way. in a like I am dredging up the trauma of growing up aroace without having fully come to terms with it yet way.#I've come such a long way with slowly starting to feel pride in being aroace even in just the last few months#that I wondered if I'd actually be fine with it this time. I even considered rewatching s2 in preparation. turns out I'm not fine.#I watched a recap of s2 to try and remember what happened and uhhhh that clip of isaac rejecting that love interest in the bookshop#(with the novel loveless blurry in the background) has already brought up emotions.#then I thought I'd scroll some spoilers in his character tag just to prepare myself for what would happen with him this season#and just reading posts (mild spoilers here) about him being proudly aroace have sent me into paroxysms of sobbing yet again so....#I've honestly come such a long way in the last few years and the last few months. I'm even talking about it on tumblr now.#but I guess most of my work on that front has been accepting the present and the future of not having or wanting a partner.#whereas there's still a lifetime of trauma from the way it made me feel in the past#both growing up feeling alienated and having no idea what was different about me and the extent to which I tried to make it not be true#for years after first having an inkling of it being a possibility. I would have done anything to make myself alloromantic.#(the realisation of asexuality came later and was more of a 'huh I guess that makes sense' thing lol)#and even though I no longer want to change this fact about who I am#I guess I'm more traumatised by it all than I consciously realised. genuinely thought I'd be fine at this point.#anyway ramble over. I'm actually not sure if I should watch the new season or not. will it be helpful to work through the emotions?#or just re-traumatise me? felt more like the latter last time so hmmm.#guess I'm going to have to think about it.#it feels ridiculous that such a fluffy show - in which the character in question is pretty minor - should provoke such a reaction#but there you go#mine#tag chat#personal
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she has three modes
#nobody appreciated my lizard cat photo last night so i am reposting it with two othwr mona photos that i love from yesterday#shes jsut SO FLUFFY. ALL THE TIME. đâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸i love this cat more than anything
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Interlude
Fandom: The Last Door Rating: G Relationship: Jeremiah Devitt/Alexandre du PrĂŠ Word count: 392 Summary: Jeremiah and Alexandre spend a quiet evening together. Jeremiah plays piano. Warnings: Nothing I can think of
Inspired by this wonderful prompt list.
crossposted to Ao3
It had been a while since Jeremiah had last played the piano. Teaching philosophy was rewarding, but preparing lectures, reading essays, and all the other things that came with his position also meant a lot of work. His private studies consumed most of his free time, and then there were also the Playwright's gatherings. Unfortunately, this left him little time to practise music.
In fact, it had been Alexandre who had convinced him to play a short piece this evening. Alexandre had come over to visit him for dinner and a bit of pleasant company. Jeremiah was awaiting a rare book he had discovered in a catalogue, whereas Alexandre needed to restock his chemicals before he could continue his latest experiments. Neither of them would make any progress before their orders arrived, and so they could simply take the evening off and enjoy a bit of leisure.
As he sat at the piano, Jeremiah's fingers stumbled over themselves a few times, but he did not stop, determined to finish playing this piece. He had played it quite well once, but had by now almost forgotten it.
Eventually, the final note faded away, and the sounds of London were audible in the room again. Outside, they were just beginning to light the street lamps, and it would take a few hours until the city would settle down for the night â not that London ever was particularly quiet.
âThis was lovely,â Alexandre commented, rising from his chair, and came over to the piano.
Jeremiah turned towards him, raising an eyebrow but not quite managing to hide his amusement.
âPlease stop flattering me.â
Alexandre looked at him, his head tilted slightly to the side. A smile, just a little bit lopsided, played around his lips and twinkled in his eyes.
âThat's not my intention at all,â he said. âIt's just that I'm always happy to spend time with you.â
Jeremiah smiled back at him and rose to put his hand on Alexandre's shoulder. The dark blue fabric of his coat felt smooth and warm beneath Jeremiah's fingers. He tilted his head, and Alexandre, understanding his unspoken invitation, bent down to kiss him softly on the lips.
When they parted, Jeremiah looked up into Alexandre's eyes.
âI'm happy to be with you, too,â he said quietly, not breaking their eye contact. âAnd I'll always be yours.â
#ha i finished this juuust in time XD#i wanted to write something more fluffy than i did last year but i could not resist the attempt at dramatic irony at the end...#the last door#my stuff
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how is my friend's baby 12 days overdue and didn't come during the massive blizzard we had yesterday
#the entire town and most of the state had no power#the roads were basically impassable everywhere#thats exactly when you expect a baby to come esp if he's overdue#like he was WAITING for the blizzard#he wasnt going to come a week ago when the weather was nice and the roads were good#but no update so im assuming still no baby#he was never going to get a better chance to come at an inconvenient time#also im lowkey sad bc my mom pointed out he's probably never going to be able to wear tbe cute bear onsie i got him#its super warm and fluffy and he totes could have worn it if he came on time before easter#maybe not for beey long tho#but its april and this blizzard may have been our last snow ����#and he wont fit in it anymore in the fall#we have a slight chance of snow next week but more likely rain#anyway we shall see it might be chilly for a few more weeks and the occasional random day in april or may#but he's def missed peak dress your baby like a teddy bear weather#maybe i'll buy them the size up in the fall it wasnt that expensive lol#anyway my friend lives ~next door~ like half a mile away down a hill then up a really big hill and we couldn't get out of our driveway#but i told her to lmk if they needed anything bc i would have walked thru 2ft of snow if they needed it lol#but they were probably better off than we were bc they have a woodstove and probably a generator and her father in law has a snow plow#i think#so they probably weren't even trapped in the house lol
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KNOCK ON WOOD BUT I THINK MY MIGRAINE IS GOING AWAY, I MIGHT DRAW SOMETHING
Btw my LGBT+ headcanon doodles are still open if anybody wants to request them, or just gimme any suggestions you'd like, I might draw them (girl help I am extremely bored)
Or I might write something (glares at this buggycule WIP fic in my drafts)
#thylacines can talk#To be fair. This fic is more of a. The knights tease Flower rather than a buggycule centred fic#I should write a buggycule centred fic though I don't think I've written them before. All my fics are just depressing and drama#Trying to think of any minific I pumped out in the last few months about this game and NONE of them are fluffy what the fuck#It's all just me putting Hollos through a meat grinder#These Wayward Royals and Humble Pie fanfics. Flower taking their parents into the Abyss. Flower almost dying. Flower's bad no good awful#time in captivity by Norel. Wrote that one three times for different flavours of the scenario. Flower's failed accolate. All of the#arguments and fights between them. PK seeing Flower living their life and realising he pushed them away and lost them. Even the lighter#ones like Flower and Hornet dancing or Traitor Lord trying to comfort Flower have depressing elements.#Flower having a breakdown in front of their boyfriends. Twice. Radio's and PK's argument. The different ways Flower could be outed. Even#crossovers are fucking depressing. Jesus CHRIST CANT I LIGHTEN UP A LITTLE#Sorry I went off the rails LMAO#WAIT. NO. I REMEMBER ONE. FLOWER THROWING PEBBLES AT HORNET AND PLAYING WITH HER. THAT ONE WAS CUTE AND FLUFFY#I FUCKING FOUND ONE. I DID IT. I WON.#Also Radi* thanks autocorrect
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I've said this before but as much as I was screaming at my screen, this is an opportunity for ttj to raise roots somewhere that not only includes the love of his life but also relationships without ridonkulous power imbalances among a supportive community and a new way of life outside the expectations set upon him since birth. who knows, maybe he'll choose to embrace his devil god fate lord knows the tension would not only be palpable but sexy af or maybe he'll become the supreme ultimate botanical sword master but he finally gets to be an active agent of his own life, choosing people, values, and goals for his own future, and hopefully, his journey (and lss's own growth returning + learning her identity) will reunite them knowing they're stronger, happier, and simply uplift each other when together. ttj's enduring love surmounted death and five centuries of agony to bring him to her place in the immortal realm, now it's up to them to figure themselves out and truly make it their home.
#till the end of the moon#I can see ttj becoming a devil god who's more devoted to his space goddess heiress/overseeing mortal trials than wreaking havoc#or embracing the cang jiumin persona to continue to fight fate itself and defeat the devil god with lss#whatever it is I see a transformation which could foster healthier yet equally passionate love and fulfillment down the line#with room for classic ttj unhinged dramatics ofc hehe#just gotta wait for the fluffy mushy pursual scenes that should come in the meantime bc w/o them my nerves might kill me đ#or maybe lovelorn/yearning lyx visuals will get me through#LMAO either way cackling at my irritation w/ this devil business parting them in a drama about a girl conflicted about loving a devil god#and my weird faith that this show ends happy - for all I know lss ends up killing ttj for real & I'll live the rest of my life hollow??#like he loves her till his last breath thinking it was really unrequited & she lives on in guilt/grief for the greater good till her time?#or he regresses and rages against her denial and ends up destroying the immortal sects and they lose each other?#I don't see it but#how fucked up would that be??#omg what if he sacrifices himself protecting the immortal realm bc he's learned to love the world as she does đ like a bittersweet ending#okay I'm rambling and stressing myself out more - bottom line: ttj might have some growth and maybe lss too#ranting#edit: the way I was correct and incorrect in the worst ways
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Whumptober Day 28: âWe might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me nowâ
Read it on Ao3
- Time/Malon
- Summary: an injured Link shows up at Lon Lon Ranch
CW for blood and injury, mentions of death and broken bones
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Malonâs hands never shake.
She canât afford for them to. Sure, there are times when they are a bit unsteady from exhaustion or stress. Sure, there are things that scare her enough to make them trembling a possibility. But in her world, when things get hairy there is only action and no time for anything else.
Now is no different. At least, thatâs what she keeps telling herself. Her hands donât tremble, even as blood oozes over them. Her thoughts donât falter. No tears fall.
But they want to. Oh, they want to. Because this time feels so very different. She has dealt with wounded animals before and even wounded people (she will never forget the time Ingo got kicked in the leg by Epona; satisfying though it may have been after the manâs behavior, setting that bone wasnât exactly what she would call enjoyable). Never before, however, has she held the broken body of someone she cares for quite so much.
âYouâre an idiot, fairy boy,â she breathes as she presses another cloth to the gash running across her friendâs middle.
ââm your idiot, though,â he mumbles back. Even now there is characteristic mischief peeking out from behind the exhaustion and pain straining his tone.
Malon rolls her eyes.
Link has been bleeding all over her nice, clean floors and furniture for at least five minutes now. And thatâs after he rode in, slumped over Eponaâs back, one hand pressed to his stomach, the other clutching the horseâs reins like a lifeline.
He had come because he had nowhere else to go, he had said when she had stepped out onto the porch, eyes wide and heart in her throat. Because he could think of nowhere else that would be safe. Where he would be accepted without hesitation.
And as she had helped him down from the saddle, as he had practically collapsed onto her arms, he had apologized. Assured her he would take care of the wound himself, if only she would provide him a place to stay. As though he were a stranger in her home and not her best friend.
âOh, shush,â she had scolded, ushering him into the house and lowering him onto the nearest chair. âIâll take care of everything. You just sit down.â
And meekly, he had obeyed.
Now, he watches her with a slightly dazed look, as she tries to save his life.
For that is what she is doing, really. If she doesnât get this wound to stop bleeding soon, heâll bleed out.
As it is, sheâs afraid he wonât last the night.
She worries her bottom lip and reaches behind her for the bandages lying on the table.
âCare to tell me how this happened?â The sharp bite of fear is in her tone despite her attempts to restrain it.
And really, who cares at this point, anyway? Her fairy boy is hurt, badly. Sheâs allowed to be a little worried.
Link drags in an unsteady breath.
âMonster fight.â
âThe usual, then.â She shakes her head, sighing. âWhat I wanna know is what kinda monster fight was it that got you this hurt? I donât think youâve ever come around looking like this before.â
Link blinks, long and slow. The blue of his eyes seems unnaturally bright. Maybe because of the light, maybe because of pain. Malon thinks itâs likely both. But it almost reminds her of that little fairy that used to follow him around.
âDid you go into a dungeon or somethinâ?â
Her gaze is back on her work, now, as she ties the bandages as tightly as possible. But when he speaks she can hear something almost like guilt in his voice.
âIââ A sharp hiss, fingers fisting in the fabric of his tunic. Malon murmurs an apology, trying to ignore the way the sound is like a dagger to her heart. âI was looking forâŚfor something.â
âLookinâ for something huh?â
She ties off the gauzy strips of fabric now practically holding the man together and takes a moment to survey her work.
That should hold.
Now, to get that bleeding firmly under control before he passes outâŚor worse. She grasps the bottle of potion that she had snatched from the cupboard earlier. Itâs always handy, she has found, for times when the healing power of Lon Lon milk isnât quite up to par. Times like now.
âThat had better have been one important treasure. Did you get it at least?â
A small smile lifts Linkâs lips. Somehow, it doesnât make him look any more alive. Heâs too pale, too ashen. Thereâs too much blood, coating his tunic, coating his hands and dribbling down from his mouth and nose.
But at least he has the strength to smile. Malon is willing to appreciate small miracles.
âYeah, I got it.â
Something in the way he says it makes her slightly suspicious. But she hardly has time to figure out why. She wipes her hands on a nearby cloth, quickly so as not to take in just how stark the crimson looks against the white. Then, she uncorks the potion bottle and gets to her feet.
Link moves trembling, crimson drenched fingers toward the bottle. But she shakes her head.
âUh-uh. Youâre weak. Let me.â
With one careful hand, she tips his chin up and holds the bottle to his lips with the other. He swallows its contents obediently.
âThat should help,â she says, once heâs finished. She turns away, setting the bottle back on the table. âAt the very least you wonât be bleeding everywhere anymore.â
âThanks,â he murmurs. He sounds a bit stronger already, she thinks. But maybe sheâs just fooling herself to distract from the worry currently chewing a hole in her gut.
âAnytime, fairy boy.â
Malon inspects the wound one more time, reassuring herself that itâs no longer in danger of bleeding through the bandages. Thankfully, the potion already seems to be doing its job. The bandages remain a clean, cottony white.
âLooks like youâre out of the danger zone,â she says with a sigh of relief. âBut youâre gonna need some rest and a new set of clothes.â
She looks over him once more, frowning. He raises an eyebrow.
âWhat?â
âIâm gonna have to tend to those other wounds of yours too. I swear, you look like you let the horses trample you.â
There is a distinct twinkle in his eye now. Already, he is beginning to look a little more like himself.
âAh, itâs aâŚa good look then. A seasoned adventurer kind of look.â
Her lips quirk up even as she glares at him.
âNo. Itâs not a good look. I thought that much was implied. And itâs the kind that gives me a heart attack.â
He grins. But it quickly turns into a grimace as she sets about cleaning a cut along his neck. Gently, she tilts her head to get a better look at it.
âStay still, now, and let me work.â
He mumbles a tired-sounding reply. His eyes are beginning to drift closed, despite his efforts to keep them open. And as she tackles each injury, he grows closer and closer toward losing his grip on consciousness completely. But the time he is cleaned up and she has managed to help him fumble into one of Talonâs spare tunics he is practically asleep.
âThere,â she murmurs, setting aside the bowl of water and multiple cloths that she had used. They tinge the water pink. âFeelin a little better now?â
She knows that she is. The terror of earlier has abated somewhat, every steady breath, every beat of his heart convincing her that the danger is gone. At least, for now.
For now, her fairy boy is safe. For now, her hands donât shake.
He hums, sleepily. His gaze is trained on the fireplace now, seemingly mesmerized by the flames dancing there. But when she drapes a blanket over him he drags his gaze up to meet hers.
âHey, Mal.â
âYeah?â
âIâŚI think Iâm in love with you.â He frowns, thought obviously a difficult task at the moment. âNoâŚknow I am.â
Malon stops short, edges of the blanket still clutched in her suddenly shaky hands. A short bark of laughter escapes, a bit louder than she means it to be.
âI think youâve lost a little bit too much blood.â
ââm fine,â he retorts, scowling. âMalon âm serious. I love you.â
Shaking her head, she tucks the blanket up around his chin and presses a quick kiss to his cheek.
âAlright, fairy boy. Itâs time for you to get some sleep. We can pick up this conversation in the morning.â
His scowl becomes decidedly pouty, though he has little choice but to comply. His eyes slip closed, breath beginning to even out.
By the time, Malon has cleaned up the gory mess (she never wants to see this much blood again, especially not from him), and put away her tools, he is long gone. She allows herself a moment to gaze at him, slumbering peacefully, face illuminated by the flickering flames. He is less pale now and with the blood gone he looks more human. Younger, more like himself.
Reaching out, she rubs her thumb on his cheek, a smile playing on her lips.
âI love you too, Link.â
#whumptober 2023#no.28#âwe might not make it til morning; so go on and tell me nowâ#linkeduniverse#fic#blood tw#injury tw#mentions of death#mentions of broken bones#trin writes#lu time#lu malon#lu malink#hurt/comfort#angst#whump#posted this on ao3 last night#but didnât have the spoons to post it here#it got a whole lot more fluffy towards the end than I meant it to#oh well#I canât help it#I love writing malink especially pre-lu#theyâre such dorks
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