#now i want to make one but with bird cage blue and yellow

[vinestaff]

what being in class does to an artist

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo: Chapter Three

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

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Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you. 

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

WARNINGS: none for now

Previous Chapter: Chapter Two

Next Chapter: Chapter Four

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

Note 2: I worry that maybe these birds don’t fit their counterparts well, since no one correctly guessed them all ;-; I made Riddle a flamingo only because of the Queen of Hearts’ flamingos, and I thought he’d like to be one, if he had to choose LOL

Note 3: You have probably already guessed that the heart system means how quickly they’re becoming yandere. Please keep in mind some with gain hearts faster or slower than the others.

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Today would be a more relaxed day, as you only had one exhibit to visit. The birds were all separated by wire fences, but they were all part of one big aviary. Tomorrow, you’d be working with the three remaining exhibits all at once, so you were glad to have this day of respite.

The bird keeper was a kind older lady. She gave you a bunch of salads, with notes as to which one belonged to which bird. The salads with shrimp were obviously for the flamingos, but the other salads were a bit harder to remember.

You walked into the aviary, a large plastic container with the separate salads under your arm. The birds were all wide awake, with the exception of the owl, whose green hair was just barely visible from where he had covered his head with one of his wings to sleep.

“Hey! I want to eat first!” A voice cried out to you, “Hey, lady with the food, over here!”

You were surprised to hear such fluent English from a halfling, but when you turned your head to the source of the calls, you immediately understood.

Parrot halflings caught onto human languages quickly. That didn’t necessarily make them smarter than other halflings, it was simply something they were naturally good at. This parrot halfling had mostly-orange wings to match his hair, although the tips of his wings tapered off to yellow and then a vibrant blue. 

The parrot gazed at you curiously for a moment, before his expression became more mischievous, “Guten morgen? Ohayo? Buen día? Zǎoshang hǎo? Dobroye utro?”

“Good morning to you too, show off,” you laughed, walking up to him, “I assume you’re the salad with sunflower seeds?”

He grinned, “That’s me! I’m starving!”

You felt like you were talking with a human, and that fact made you feel a little sick inside. Should an animal with the ability to converse so normally really be confined to a wire cage?

You rummaged through the plastic container, looking for the salad with seeds. The parrot halfling spread his beautiful wings and flew onto a perch closer to you, his talons curling around the wood as he impatiently waited for his meal.

Finally, you found the correct salad and handed it over to him. His eyes lit up and he snatched it from you.

“Thanks!” He said with a grin. Before you could ask him his name, he spread his wings and flew into an enormous birdhouse to eat there. A little disappointed that you couldn’t have a conversation with him, you turned to the raven in the cage next to him.

“Hello! I brought you a salad!” You called out to the raven halfling. He walked over to the edge of the exhibit and tilted his head, looking you over curiously. 

You found his salad fairly quickly, as it was accented with bright red apple slices. The raven drew closer and you admired how his feathers and matching hair color were not black, but a dark blue that seemed to shine in the early sunlight. 

“What’s your name?” You asked as he took the salad from you.

He grabbed the salad and held it close to him, as though someone may steal it. It took him a few moments to process your question before he answered, “Deuce.”

You knew that ravens were normally very intelligent animals. But with the way Deuce took so long to answer and the way he struggled with the plastic packaging, you had a feeling that the same could not be said for the halflings.

Deuce struggled with the packaging a little while more before he handed it back to you and, with a blush settling on his cheeks, muttered a small, “Help.”

You opened it for him with a smile, “No need to be embarrassed, Deuce, it can be tricky to open sometimes.”

He nodded, but you weren’t sure he actually understood you. Either way, he seemed happy enough to have his salad open for him. Similar to the parrot halfling, he retreated to his birdhouse to eat his meal.

You decided to try giving the owl his meal next, although you weren’t sure you would be able to wake him. You would feel bad if you disturbed his rest.

However, you had no need to worry, because the owl halfling was awake and alert when you approached his cage. You rummaged through the salads for the one with grilled chicken chunks in it and found it quickly. The other salads had either shrimp or were plain, saved specifically for the flamingos and peacocks respectively.

You handed over the chicken salad and the owl halfling smiled politely at you, giving you a gentle, “Thank you.” 

Unlike the parrot and raven halflings, he did not open his salad and dig in, but instead put it aside for later. Upon noticing your confused look, he explained, “I’m saving it for nighttime.”

You nodded but secretly wondered why they wouldn’t just feed him at night only. After all, that’s the time owls hunt. But you supposed it made it easier to just feed everyone at the same time instead of making any exceptions. 

Pretty lazy, in your opinion.

Next was the flamingos, and you approached their enclosure in awe. Their feathers were a soft, beautiful pink and, instead of the talons you were used to seeing on bird halflings, they had bare feet much like a human’s, just with webbing between the toes. 

“Shrimp salads, anyone?” You jokingly asked the two flamingos.

One of them, the one with light orange hair, flew over with such excitement that you took a step back, “You’re new!”

“Yes, I’m filling in for the morning meal today!” You said cheerfully.

“How exciting!” The flaming gasped, “That’s exciting, isn’t it, Riddle?”

The other flamingo, a more serious-looking man with red hair, cautiously watched you. He did not respond to the more enthusiastic flamingo.

“Let me just…” the orange-haired flamingo took a salad from you, opened the container, and began methodically arranging the shrimp and lettuce until it looked like it was something out of Chef Ramsey’s kitchen, “Perfect! Hashtag delicious!”

You stared at him, wondering where he’d learned to talk like a teenage girl. Riddle, annoyed by his fellow flamingo’s behavior, snapped at him, “You don’t have a phone. Stop with that ‘hashtag’ nonsense.”

You were shocked to hear a halfling besides a parrot speak so fluently, not to mention so prim and proper sounding. Handing over a salad to Riddle, you asked the other flamingo, “What’s your name?”

“Cater!” He said with a proud smile, as though his name was an accomplishment. You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, which seemed to deepen Riddle’s frown.

“I have to give the peacocks their salads now,” you told Cater. 

“Bye-bye!” Cater said cheerfully, waving as you walked away.

The peacock enclosure was certainly something to behold. It had a huge fountain and ornate fencing. You tried to wave the three peacocks over, but they refused to come to you. Remembering what Mr. Crowley had said about them being a little cocky, you sighed and opened the gate.

You carried the large plastic container over to them and, with a smile, you held out a salad to the closest one. The tall flamingo gave you a disdainful look, but took the salad all the same. The one with a bowl cut took his with a closed-eyed smile, “Merci, mademoiselle.”

French? You wondered where he had learned French and if he spoke any English. Moving on from that thought, you handed the last salad over to a slightly timid-looking, small and adorable lilac-haired peacock.

All of the peacocks had beautiful white feathers in a fan shape protruding from their backs. You couldn’t help but admire them, despite the way they didn’t seem all too interested in you.

“What are your names?” You asked.

The one with blond-to-lilac hair turned his back on you and walked away with his salad. The one with completely lilac hair merely offered you an “Epel” before following after him.

The one with a bowl cut placed a hand on his chest and, with a large smile, introduced himself, “I am Rook,” He pointed at the retreating back of the first peacock and said, “Vil”.

“Vil is his name?” You clarified. Rook nodded in response. You wondered if he knew more French than English.

Either way, you were done feeding them for the day, so it was on to studying them.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

In your nature documentary AU, just how wildly would Soundwave make the humans speculate on what is going On there? Depending on which cassette is seen first, several misunderstandings could arise.

Laserbeak gets seen first and it’s assumed that him and Soundwave are symbiotic because the bird can nest in that chest compartment and probably provides something they need to study further to find. Sure, but is that a CAT? Was it waiting to lure the bird? No, they seem to be getting along! Are those- are those straight up children? Between these two and Lil’ Yellow, are THEIR babies also smaller? Also if those two are being carried because they’re the big guy’s kids, then what’s the deal with the bird and cat?

But if they see the twins first then the animals and all of them “hunting” together, there’s the question of how animalistic the species is.

Haha I love those ideas! I'd like to think that Soundwave would probably be forced to be more diplomatic because of how much he and his cassettes are outnumbered with no backup, so while the cassettes won't harm the humans, Ravage and Laserbeak seem to be more competent at hiding themselves and following soundwaves orders of keeping peace then Frenzy and Rumble, who can't help themselves from messing with humans and getting caught first

Personally how I would have them appear is that strange fissures have been spotted in the forests even though these weren't the signs of a normal earthquake, the mystery was solved when Rumble got careless and was rumbling too close to the roads and the two of them got spotted.

They were so much smaller then Bee and must be younger so they didn't want to hurt them, alot were thinking 'damn these kids are causing alot of damage but they are kids' and 'if these kids also have giant robot parents who found out we hurt them we are dead'

Humans set a trap for them using energon borrowed from the 'good' bots and the twins got caught in a drop down cage, when the humans returned with Ratchet to show him, Laserbeak and Ravage had activated the back up traps trying to free them. Not only were there kids there were pets too?? This is when they hear footsteps and Soundwave appears from the forests. The humans take note on how Ratchet is very obviously on edge and putting himself in between them and the other robo family (?) when Soundwave recalls all of the cassettes into his chest. They transform through the bars and fly into his chest??

Z: 'They transform into cassettes??? I thought they can only transform into vehicles'

P: 'That means that the big one must be something that can play them... how strange, maybe its a different species that comes from the same family as our bots'

Ratchet talks to the other Robot the humans can only hear his Siren tuned rant about keeping his cassettes under control, the other bot speaks, it's the popular hit song barbie girl.

To Ratchet, Soundwave says that he will keep an closer eye on them and that they should work together to get off this planet. Ratchet says that they can talk about it later, Soundwave nods and walks off. The humans are like ??? Are you guys both moms???

Soundwave does have a more boxy figure then Ratchet but he's around the same size if not a little taller (Their only reference to a "male" is Orion who is just larger then average) so now they're theorizing if this new species reproduces asexually or doesn't have a family structure, the resemblance the twin cassettes have is way more noticeable then Bee and Angel, also the animals.. are they children? If they can transform into not just vehicles can they transform into other things? What if that tree is a robot? A small group of people are now paranoid of any technology. The main two humans want to see if the animals have a human form too and just choose to be animals. Are they pets? Are they also intelligent? How old are they? Can they speak? Is the dad an animal bot? Are they just a part of the bigger bot he's controlling wirelessly?? Is Bluebie (Blue Barbie) even female??

Soundwave does bring a wave of uncertainty about the all of bots to some the humans... like yeah they could be animalistic and dangerous! Where's the line! And if those things can cause THAT much damage to the town when they're that young, how much damage can a robot like Truck King do? Is their backup plan of using another truck to defeat him not enough? (It definitely isn't even the main two know that before but now the rest of the town does)

[kedreeva]

Snatched a photo post power washing (before cleanup of the area), of the quail tower we built last year. I built it off someone else's specs and it's okay, but not ideal for me. It's larger than the plastic one, and cheaper to build, but the poop trays are too large and the 1/2" hardware cloth is too small (hard to clean). The water system is great, much sturdier and easier to use than the plastic one. But I did fuck up the bottom cage, it was supposed to be another rollout but I put the wire on the wrong way so it's flat bottomed now for growing out babies. I don't like it.

I plan to sell it (already have someone potentially lined up for it), and build 2 others that are slightly more sensible for me personally. I'm going to use pet crate plastic trays underneath instead of metal oil trays (they corrode, under repeated exposure for high pH poop), and just use 2 smaller ones instead of 1 giant one, which will make it a lot less cumbersome. I'm also going to use 1x2" wire instead of 1/2" which will hold the adults. Will have to figure out how I want to grow out babies.

While we power wash, the birds have to go into carriers. They're normally on coated wire floors, to keep them clean, so they go nuts about a dust bath in some shavings.

We also played musical quails today, and got everyone banded with color coded zip ties. One green tie for 2024, yellow for 2023, red for 2022. One blue tie on the same leg for blue laying hens. One blue tie on the opposite leg for blue males. Black on the same leg for sale hens. This is much better than my previous system of put colored bands on birds and forget why.

[cyncerity]

pirate Quackity my beloved! Anything you want to share abt him?

see i was gonna post a little blurb about Q’s backstory, but i have no self control, so you get an entire half-story-half-ramble about pumpkin duo since their backstories are very intertwined. it’s very long and i apologize in advance.

tw: minor character death, torture, slavery, discrimination

Quackity left his home in the trees of the forest he was born in at a young age. He had his flock, but he wasn’t particularly close with any of them, and he dreamed of bigger things than spending his life hiding from the society humans had built. He wasn’t stupid, he knew how dangerous those creatures were, what they would do to him, but he was 16 with stars in his eyes and he felt indestructible.

He traveled for a few months, never settling. He loved to move, to adventure. He thought he’d never be caught, but it all had to go wrong eventually.

When he was 17 he landed in a port town with a strong hatred of hybrids like him. He didn’t plan to stay for long, he was smart enough to know when staying in a certain place was too big a risk, but there was a storm coming so he decided to hide for the night in the nearest shelter he could.

he’d regret that decision for the next 3 years.

the owner of the building, a vile and greedy man, found him in the rafters. Quackity was scared, angry, and confused as to why he would even have been looking in the rafters when the man burst into a hidden room of the house and Quackity learned the horrible, horrible truth.

Lining the walls, stacked to the ceilings and in piles all over the ground, were dozens and dozens of avians in cages. All with clipped wings, some looking more scorned than others, some chirping pitifully and others completely silent. Quackity went off. He screamed and cursed as his belongings were taken, his limbs bound and he was shoved against the ground as his wings were clipped against his will and he was thrown in a cage.

Over the next 2 years, he learned a lot. This man he’d been taken by not only kidnapped avians, but bred them, forcing his captives to procreate against their wills in order to breed obedient avians. Avians that were raised as birds, as animals. They couldn’t even speak, only chirp and chitter, completely uninterested in anything their fellow avians tried to teach them about their culture and only excited when the man or his lackies came in to feed them. Quackity could see the start of the lack of sapience behind their eyes.

He learned he was being kept here as storage for any “potential sales.” The man who took him sold avians as pets, servants, food, you name it. As long as he was paid, he didn’t care what happened to the hybrids. It was his job, though, to make sure all of his stock was well behaved. Quackity distinctly wasn’t.

Quackity was never silent. They rattled his cage, tore his feathers, broke his bones, but he refused to silence his voice. The man even paid about a dozen men to take care of the avians so he didn’t have to see them, but the man took care of Quackity himself most nights he was punished. Quackity could see how much his insubordination was grating on the man.

It was the start of the third year when everything changed.

One day the man came in earlier than he normally did with a tall, imposing man with a stare that could kill following behind him. The new man was built. Thick arms, facial hair, and a massive beanie over his head. He could kill any one of these birds in a moment if he wished to. The man brought the supposed new hire to the cages, and told him about a “specific bird who’s too much a pain in my ass to deal with anymore who I woulda sold or killed by now if his species weren’t so rare in these parts. He can make us a pretty penny if you can get him to behave.” Quackity felt scared in that moment. The idea that the only reason his life was being spared was his species, a blue backed yellow parrot, and this new lacky had been hired specifically for him. He had no other duties than to train Quackity like a dog. He wouldn’t be able to speak to the other avians anymore when there were no humans around. But he wouldn’t give up hope.

The man handed Quackity’s cage over to the lacky and instructed that he be kept in his room so he “wasn’t a bad influence on the rest of the stock.” Quackity screamed and cursed the whole way to the room, only shutting up when the man unlocked his cage and grabbed him with a tight fist, knocking all the air out of him. He was roughly handed over to the new hire and the door was closed, leaving them alone.

Quackity was prepared for anything, in that moment. To be hit. Thrown. Killed, even. He waited for the shoe to drop (perhaps literally), and it took a long time. He carefully looked up to the man who held him in now open palms and saw some unreadable emotion forming behind his eyes.

Quackity was prepared for anything, except maybe what happened next.

The new guy’s eyes started to water. He set Quackity gently, so gently, gentler than he’d been handled in years. “Oh gods…” he heard the man mutter, the first words he’d said all day. He rummaged through a nearby drawer and found a first aid kit, pulling out a small splash health pot, disinfect, a roll of bandages, and scissors that he used to carefully cut the bandage into smaller strips. “Would you mind…?” the man whispered, gesturing to Quackity’s rapidly bruising chest. Quackity, too stunned to deny, lifted his arms and wings for the man to get easier access to his chest, which caused the stranger to suck in a gasp. Quackity looked to where his eyes went, and saw that they landed on his wings. His clipped, scarred, and battered wings. The human reached for them, but pulled his hand back before Quackity even had a chance to flinch. He simply poured a little bit of the health pot on his finger and carefully brushed it over Quackity’s chest, the bruises tingling and dissipating quickly. Quackity could feel the sincerity in his touch, the care behind it. Quackity felt his own eyes start to water. The man continued to try and fix him up, healing the rest of his bruises and bandaging what he could.

No words were shared between them. The human couldn’t be trusted, Quackity knew that. He was hired by the horrible, horrible man to train him to be a perfect little bird. But…he was tired. He hadn’t been touched in so long, it was nice to not be scared. This human hadn’t hurt him. Quackity didn’t have faith that he wouldn’t in the future, he didn’t trust the man, but he decided to take advantage of the situation while he could.

After the stranger finished a bandage on his arm, he pulled away and turned his back to the human. He bowed his head, eyes closed and praying, and spread his wings behind him, an open invitation. There was no immediate response, but slowly, so careful it made his heart hurt, he felt a finger trace down his wings. A shiver went down his spine, his muscles relaxing despite himself. Very gently, and didn’t that seem to be a theme with this giant, he felt an old feather be plucked from his back then fall away. He stayed like that, eyes still closed and head still bowed, for what felt like hours as this stranger took his sweet time making sure every feather on his wings was healthy, never pulling too hard for anything but the old dead ones to fall. Eventually, the giant broke the silence. “Thank you.” he said. Quackity didn’t respond, but raised his head in response. The giant took this as que to continue. “I know how important your wings are to you, as an avian. I know that you feel like your autonomy has been taken. I understand, on some level. I don’t know what you’ve gone through, but I’m sorry. If you’re letting a stranger work on your wings, especially a stranger like me, then I’m sure you’ve been through hell. Thank you, though, for letting me help you with something so intamately personal. I hope you let me keep helping you.” With that, he smoothed the wings down a final time, and Quackity felt that they were perfect, cleaner than they had been since he left home.

That broke Quackity. He sobbed quietly, still refusing to face the human. “My boss called you ‘parrot.’ What’s your name, really?” “You say you understand on a level.” Quackity said, his first words directed at the man all day pointedly ignoring the question he asked. “You don’t. Don’t you dare compare your experience with everything i’ve been put through here.” “I may understand more than you think.” Quackity, utterly enraged that this human have the gall to believe he had any idea how the avian felt, finally turned to look at the man.

The first thing he noticed was that his hat was off. The second was that the man was distinctly not human.

Looking at the man’s forehead he could see the remnants of large horns, and on the sides of his head were ears that had likely once been longer before being cut. Taking these things in mind, he took a longer look at the man’s face and realized that through the golden sunset light casting on his face through a window, lightening his dark brown eyes, his pupils were horizontal. “Ram.” the huma- no, hybrid, supplemented before pulling the beanie back on. “I get what it’s like to feel unsafe. Us hybrids have to be in this together.” Quackity sat silently, staring stupidly at the spot where the now covered horns were before. He introduced himself. The ram smiled back and did the same.

Quackity had met his savior in Schlatt. A fellow hybrid, Schlatt had spent his time “teaching the avian to behave” actually getting to know Quackity and appreciate his company. Quackity taught Schlatt everything that had happened in the years he’d been there, and Schlatt was horrified. Apparently he’d taken the job because it was under the table and a lot of money. He’d had some not-so-legal business ventures in the past, and a past employer recommended him to the avian thief who had kidnapped Quackity oh so long ago. Plus with his hybrid origin, he preferred to stay out of the public eyes as much as possible. He never expected to find anything like this. Quackity, in turn, learned about the world outside his prison. Apparently hybrids were legally less than people on this island, which sucked, but it was still illegal to be treating them like this. Along with finally treating Quackity like a person, Schlatt helped him achieve something he never thought he’d have again: flight. Re-learning how to fly, especially since his wings weren’t fully healed, was frustrating at best and dangerous at worst. Quackity jumped and fell more often than flew, but Schlatt caught him every time. The two grew closer as their hatred for the man who controlled them both grew more and more everyday, until they finally devised a plan.

It was a cold, dark morning when the man who’d for too long been freely torturing avians had died. Schlatt had taken note of where he kept his pistols long ago, and knew where he slept. If anyone heard the gunshot in the too early hours of the day, then no one cared about the man enough to check on him. Quackity, at the same time, had a list of keys that he and Schlatt had made over the span of a year. Quackity and Schlatt had taken careful count of what keys were used on what avians to open their cages for feeding, and had committed all the numbers to a single sheet of paper. Before Schlatt had gone to the man’s room that night, he had managed to snag the key ring from a fellow employee.

Quackity returned to the cage room and flew to each cage with the key, freeing his fellow avians and encouraging them to help him when they were out. Schlatt came back to help soon after, and soon everyone was freed. Schlatt and Quackity left together, not having formally spoken about staying together as a team after the fact, but neither felt the need to separate after it was all said and done. After all, they didn’t have anyone else. Quackity left his flock, and while Schlatt had a twin sister once upon a time, they were separated as children and sold off into different hybrid trades that Schlatt had to cut his own horns and ears off to get out of. He never saw her again, choosing to live as a human. He hoped that she was ok, wherever she ended up. For the while, Quackity and Schlatt had enough money from Schlatt’s job working there and some extra that he stole from the boss that they could charter a ship away. Finally, they could move on.

Except nothing could ever be simple, could it?

Schlatt found himself in chains the next morning, violently ripped out of the little inn he and Quackity were staying in for the night before they were set to sail off the next morning. Someone had seen the avian prison riot and Schlatt leave with them as the only human. The only one capable of operating a pistol. When they went to tell the boss, they found his body and had quickly figured out that the one missing employee was the one responsible. And in barging in, they had seen Schlatt without his hat on. A hybrid. A monster who had killed a human man.

He hadn’t stood a chance.

If there was one thing luck spared them, it was that Quackity was out of sight. When Schlatt was dragged away, Quackity followed a ways behind and eventually managed to catch up with Schlatt through the bars of a cell window. Schlatt gave him the news that he’d be headed to the gallows at sunrise in a few hours. Quackity said he would fix it. Schlatt believed as best he could, but still gave his best friend a tearful goodbye. Q refused to allow himself to give one back, only promising he’d return before flying off to find help.

Quackity was panicked. He was just an avian, Schlatt and him were just animals to these people, he had no way to get them on his side. And even if someone would hear him out to help, their money had been taken by the men who arrested his best friend, so he had no bribery. He was about to lose hope before he spotted something he never thought he’d see on the island: a man with a tail loading crates onto a ship. The man was strong, handsome, and so, so clearly a hybrid. His skin was grey and gritty in patches, his teeth deadly sharp, and had what looked to be a shark tail. Though the look of such an obvious predator frightened Quackity on an instinctual level, the thought of watching the one person he’d cared about in years be hanged in front of him was about one hundred times scarier.

He flew over and demanded the man’s attention, begging him to help a fellow hybrid in need. To his shock and delight, the larger hybrid set the crate down and devoted his full attention to what Quackity was saying. Quackity begged with all he had, offering anything he could. Remembering what the boss had said about his worth, he even offered himself. If giving his freedom back over to someone else and being sold for their fortune was enough to save Schlatt’s life, he’d go through that caged hell all over again, and then all over again after that for good measure. He couldn’t let his best friend die because he’d fought for his freedom.

The hybrid said that wouldn’t be necessary, and he knew people who’d help. He introduced himself as Foolish, a crew member on the ship he was restocking, and brought Quackity over to a sheep hybrid and a freakishly tall human man. At least, he initially thought he was human. But when he laughed to his companion, he had the same pointy grin as Foolish, and Q noted fin like ears hidden behind long black messily braided hair. The probably-some-type-of-mer man and the woman with split colored hair and long spiraled horns were talking and laughing before noticing their presence. Foolish introduced them as Puffy and Bad, the captain and first mate respectively. Quackity gave them a shortened version of his plea and both of them were on board immediately, even before Quackity finished begging, drawing the rest of the crew to the dock to fight with them. Quackity could have cried in relief.

They all made it to the gallows with little time to spare. The rope was already around Schlatt’s throat, a man in front of him speaking to the crowd on how a simple animal had taken the lives of one of their own before the wooden beam holding the rope spluttered into pieces with a loud bang and snap, dropping Schlatt unharmed to the ground of the stage. Everyone in the crowd, Schlatt and the speaker included, looked back to find the unruly band of pirates at the back of the crowd, one holding a smoking double barrel shotgun, and now plus one avian. And from the looks of the people, they seemed to know these pirates and not be to fond of them, especially since the man in front of Schlatt started cursing out Bad by name.

Bad tried to chastise the man, but Puffy stepped forward, surprising him into silence. She didn’t say a word, just kept her eyes trained on Schlatt, who Quackity realized was doing the same. She calmly walked to the stage, likely not being stopped by any townsfolk due to her two drawn and slightly bloodstained swords. When she got to the stage, she just stopped, staring Schlatt in the eye for a moment before seemingly making her decision. She sheathed her swords and climbed up on stage, wordlessly hugging the other ram. Schlatt was frozen for a moment before he began to sob quietly into her shoulder and tightly hug her back, and though they couldn’t see Puffy’s face, the sputtering of her chest seemed to indicate she was doing the same. The crowd was frozen, too stunned to move…until one of Puffy’s arms released its hold on Schlatt and soundlessly drew a pistol from her coat, shooting the announcer point blank in the forehead without even looking up. The crowd panicked, and the guards who were there quickly fought back, but were quickly either injured or struck down by the pirates as Puffy dragged Schlatt back to the crew and they all made their escape.

Schlatt and Quackity reunited, both happy the other was safe, and Puffy was able to introduce Schlatt to the rest of her crew: this was her long lost twin brother. It was complete luck that Quackity went to one of her crew mates for help, and now she has her only family back. She invited both Quackity and Schlatt to stay on the ship indefinitely, to join them on the ship not just as charter passengers, but permanent crew members. Quackity could see how eagerly Schlatt wanted this, but he looked to Quackity for confirmation. Q scanned the faces. Bad’s kind smile, Puffy’s fearless confidence, Foolish’s radiance of positivity, a man in green with glasses that just looked happy to be there, a taller man with pink hair and gold accents (the one who had shot Schlatt down from the pole), a pixie that hung around Bad’s shoulders at all times, and more. He found that he wanted to know these people more. With that, the two boarded the ship, quickly being welcomed in with open arms by the crew, and finally having found the means to escape.

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

Guys guys birdcage blue and yellow by Yaelokre is so Vast coded

analyzation below:

Bird cage blue and yellow Candles warm and windows bare Tracing upturned smiles of portraits Drawn to disappear

Vast within the Avicane- the "portraits drawn to disappear" can refer to Kalia. An important family, but one that can make others and some of their own disappear. Candles warm and windows bare = the coldness of the Cadere family, the only warmth from the candles they light.

Flowers never talk They never want, they never need

"Flowers" being the children of the Cadere family. Never speak up or against, don't ask questions, don't ask why. In a cradle gilded They are left to rot yet never bleed Can refer to Kalia's death, or the rotting of any empathy within Vast, the death of the person he could've been from the start- the person he's now becoming.

Eyes of silver, mirror, mirror - Vast's own cold eyes staring back at the husk he's become Thread on wood and steel - The blood that Vast has shed Keep what can be kept And heave to see which one will kneel - Vast luring people to their deaths- which one will yield first? Her sanity, or her prey?

I've been told to wait But why should there be silence Dawning pretty laces Avicane talking to Vast, his brain revolting Weaving capes of gold And framing muffled faces "Muffled faces" the people Vast has killed- the people the avicane has killed I can be different I can't be puppeted! Vast realizing he can be independent- that he doesn't want to be a puppet anymore. Garden evergreen Was what I thought that I would see Vast believing everything would be better now, just to face the scars and consequences (both physical and mental) of what they were Branches meet my steps Their kisses open up ravines Vast still leaning into her past patterns, hiding things, thinking certain ways, falling prey to Vee Fences frozen in a dance They've yet to perform Vast frozen during the obelisk scene when Armor and Rune show up, frozen in what could've been them being dragged back home (if PMV then this would include Vee's death) I leave the house and the Baroness Buried in before This one is more either Vast leaving the Avicane behind, but more Vast leaving the Avicane behind for good, burying Vee with a barely marked grave. No turning back now, he's all in on leaving.

Finndu mig í framtíðinni (Find me in the future) Finding who he wants to be in the future, the person she truly shall become

(Malayang maya) (Malayo-layo) x4 --- (Fly sparrow, fly far) Running from the Avicane- (also could be a reference to Armor in this section)

Rödd eins og bjalla Heldur okkur öruggum Frá framtíðinni (Voice like a bell saves us from the future)

Voice like a bell = The voices of those around him, encouraging her to heal and be better

(Malayang maya) (Malayo-layo) x3

Flying far from his tattered past

[kissorkill16]

The Source: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Trinity goes to someone who she thinks knows about Crowface.

Trinity stepped into the police station, soaking wet. She had to run through rain without an umbrella to get here, but she didn't care. She came here to discuss something very important with a certain someone.

She stepped to the front desk, her face stern.

"I'm here to visit Theodore Peterson.", she said.

The desk worker looked down at her, confused. "Are you a relative of his?"

"No, sir. I'm his neighbor. I need to see him."

Despite his reluctance, the desk worker guided her to the back doors.

A room full of cages and criminals, leading down a dark hallway. So many people filled those cages, so many deranged and unhinged people, men and women who have probably committed worse crimes than Mr. Peterson.

"You get 5 minutes.", that was the last thing he said before he left Trinity in the hallway.

Trinity walked down the dark hallway, not daring to make eye contact with the people in the cages, and just stared down straight.

She finally made it down to the end of the hallway, and there he was.

Hunched over, in a yellow dress shirt, brown pants, and blue argyle sweater, sat Mr. Peterson. He looked almost demonic. When he looked up at Trinity, she could practically see the fire in his eyes.

"Hello, Peterson.", she said. Mr. Peterson didn't answer, she just stared at her, but Trinity just stared back, totally unfazed.

"It's been a minute, hasn't it? It seems like just yesterday, you were arrested for nearly killing me and my friends.", she said. She didn't know why she was rambling, maybe she just wanted to ease him into a conversation to make the situation less awkward. "But apart from that -"

"Why are you here?"

Trinity's eyes widened. She didn't expect him to talk, but this seemed like her only chance for answers, so she'd take anything she could get. She pulled her Golden Apple coin from her pocket, and showed it to Mr. Peterson.

"I want answers.", she started. "A bird hybrid creature is after us, and these coins are somehow involved. I kept seeing these coins wherever I saw you, you seemed to be collecting them for whatever reason."

Mr. Peterson stared at her, listening intently.

"But then you gave the bag full of them to the cop, like it was nothing. But when I got it, I received a note from Crowface saying how if I lose it, I'm a goner."

She paused for a moment, before saying "Now you're probably going to die, too. But before you do, I need answers to whatever the hell is going on in this fucked up town."

Mr. Peterson stood up and walked towards her, "You foolish little girl. You got yourself into this mess, and now he's got you too."

Trinity looked puzzled.

"For one thing, his name isn't Crowface, we call him The Guest. He's been on my case ever since my dear daughter died."

Trinity looked even more puzzled. "Died? But you said she went missing. You said both of your children went missing after your wife died!"

"That was a cover up story. I knew if anyone found out she died, they'd take my son away from me. I kept my son in my basement to keep him safe."

The man stopped speaking low, and started growling.

"You think I wanted anymore of my family to be taken away from me? When I've already lost so much?! You think it was easy for me trying to keep my son safe, when you reckless little brats kept annoying me every minute of the day?!"

"Well if you were so damn annoyed by Nicky, then why the hell didn't you just kill him when you had the chance?!"

Trinity backed against the wall, she closed her eyes and held her hand to her heart. She inhaled and exhaled before continuing.

"Why didn't you just end it yourself? He kept breaking into your house, touching all of your stuff and sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. What's even more confusing is that he was right across the street from you, and you didn't even set foot past the curb. He taunted you from across the street and you didn't give a damn. Why's that?"

Mr. Peterson inhaled and exhaled.

"At first, I didn't even care that he broke in. When I first caught him snooping around, I simply chased him out and assumed he'd be smart enough to stay away. Then I figured it'd be fun to sit back and just watch his reputation go to shit. Everyone saw me as the poor, lonely widow who lost his wife and kids, and him as the hotheaded brat who accused an innocent man of murder."

"But why did you kidnap him?", asked Trinity.

"The boy knew too much, Trinity. At that point, I knew he'd go running off to you and the cycle would repeat. So I just kept him locked down in the basement with my son. I originally planned to just bury him alive in my backyard, but then I thought it'd be nice for my son to have a friend. He was getting kind of lonely down there, and I wasn't always around."

Trinity stared at Mr. Peterson in horror. "This fucking psychopath.", she thought.

"I thought he'd be more of a fighter, but it didn't take long for me to break him and turn him into a little doll. I could've done the same thing to you and your friends, but too bad you escaped so soon."

Trinity couldn't believe what she was hearing. She shoved the coin back in her pocket, her fists clenched.

"Nicky's right. You are a monster."

Mr. Peterson looked at her dead in the eye, his eyes nearly glowing red.

"What did you just say to me, little girl?"

"You are a monster! Lying about your children going missing, kidnapping a child just so your son could have a friend in that house, and making Nicky look like the bad guy when the real bad guy was you!", she said, "You're nothing but a monster."

That was when Mr. Peterson growled out loud, he tried grabbing at him, the bars on the metal door holding him back. Trinity stepped away, still clutching her chest.

"YOU LITTLE BRAT! I'M NOT THE MONSTER! I WAS NEVER THE MONSTER! THEY'RE THE REAL MONSTERS! IT'S THEM! IT'S ALL THEM!"

Mr. Peterson lowered his arm, calming down and grinning slowly.

"You're trapped in this mess, just like me. First it was me, and now it's you. I lost everything, and you're about to lose so much more."

He looked at the girl with menace in his eyes. "You're just going deeper down the rabbit hole, and the deeper you get, the harder it is to find your way back to the surface. If you don't let this all go and just accept your fate,..."

He paused before continuing.

"Who will they blame when your friends turn up dead?"

Trinity slapped Mr. Peterson through the metal bars and ran out of the hallway, and out of the police station.

She ran all the way back home, and into her room, flopping down on her bed and curling up.

She sat up, took in a deep breath and thought "Fine. If no one's going to help us, then we'll do this ourselves."

[valkerymillenia]

Writing patterns tag game. Thanks for the tag @wormsin

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

[Look, it's not like Dick wanted to do this for a living, it's really not, but… that didn't mean he didn't like it.]

-Picture Perfect Smile

[Dick wasn't scared but he was a little nervous.]

-Elephant In The Room

[It starts with a garden, as many things do.]

-This Wheel That Keeps Turning

[Jason didn't understand what was happening but everything hurt and there was a man in blue and yellow smiling at him from above.]

-Let Me Kneel At Your Altar

["Come on, Dickie. You can give me one more."]

-Double Digits

[Dick had no idea what to think.

When Bruce called him over to talk, alone , he thought it was about some mission, about some case that Bruce might need help with, but it turned out to be so much more personal.]

-Baby Mine

[If there was one thing Ric hated about sleeping in a cab, about being homeless, it was the vulnerability.]

-Bludhaven Blues

[If he were to think about it, Dick would probably be concerned by the amount of times in his life he found himself sneaking into people’s windows, at the very least he figured he should worry about how easily it came to him but that night in particular he would just rather not be seen by Alfred, or (God forbid) Jason for that matter.]

-Caged Birds Don't Sing

[Dick was excited.

He hadn't been excited in a long, long time. Sometimes even the most adrenaline inducing stunts weren't enough to make him feel that excitement anymore. But he was excited now.]

-Puppy Love

[As close as Dick was to Harley, sometimes he still wanted to kill Ivy.]

-Tamed Bats Fly High

Yes, there's definitely a pattern, I'm nothing if not predictable. I just usually write in the past tense and I kinda always start with what the MC is feeling in the scene, for context I guess. Yeah, I'm predictable.

I just suck at beginnings... And endings... And titles, and summaries. Ok, now I'm feeling bad.

I tag... @sinqueen69 , @wingdingery , @velvetcoatedwonder , @thebibliosphere , @theregoesallthecottoncandy-blog , @lemonandpie , @dexdefyingstunts , @goddessofroyalty ,and any other writers that want to do it.

[pinknatural]

CASTIEL, YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN, Michael says. YOU WILL JOIN THE ELITE GARRISON--LED BY ME, OF COURSE, TO RETRIEVE MY SWORD FROM HELL.

YES, MICHAEL, Castiel says.

--

“Are you sure you wanna go by yourself?” Sam asks.

“It’s gotta be me,” Dean says. He looks between Sam and Eileen and Jack and Claire and Kaia, tries to memorize their faces. He smiles weakly. “I’ll be back soon.”

He turns around. Michael lifts his hands. Dean takes a moment to commit his youngest brother’s face to memory. “Ready?”

“Yes,” Dean says, and Michael opens the portal.

--

Hell is loud. Screams from the tortured souls fill the air. Cries from demons fill the sound, and overtop are wails from the Cage. Castiel shudders at the sound of angelic screeching, grating and unexpected against his grace. He grips his blade tighter and dives between a layer of racks. 

He has his orders--fight the demons. Find the Righteous Man. Call Michael, allow him to retrieve his sword. Losses of angelic lives are unfortunate but perhaps necessary. Castiel recites them like a mantra, and a swarm of demons leaps for him. He flares his wings wide and bares his teeth and turns the full force of his hundreds of eyes onto them, and he fights.

--

The Empty is quiet. Eerily so. Every footstep Dean takes is muffled. He cannot hear himself breathe, cannot hear his heart, beating against his chest. For a moment, he’s certain he is dead, but when he puts his palm over his breast, he feels it, a steady tattoo against his ribcage. Dean tightens his grip on his angel blade, and he keeps walking forward. 

--

In the distance, Castiel spots Sarah fall. He dives sideways. He has always been smaller than his siblings, has always been a bit faster, and he slips between the cracks of the first circle, and descends deeper into the pit.

--

OOHH...LITTLE HUMAN, a voice, slimy and awful, says, curling around him like the worst kind of hug. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

“I’m here for my angel,” Dean says. He stares up at nothing, defiant. He’s glad he can hear his own voice.

THAT’S WHERE YOU’RE WRONG, the voice says. HE IS MY ANGEL NOW. SLEEPING BESIDE HIS BROTHERS AND SISTERS, TUCKED IN A LINE, DREAMING OF HIS GREAT REGRETS. AND OH, LITTLE HUMAN, HE HAS MANY. 

“I ain’t leaving without him,” Dean says, clenching his fist. His shoulder feels like it’s burning. 

LITTLE HUMAN, YOU ARE NOT MEANT FOR THE EMPTY. NOT WHILE THAT HEART BEAT-BEAT-BEATS INSIDE YOUR CHEST. LEAVE. YOU MAY RETURN WHEN YOU DIE. YOU WERE PROMISED TO ME, YOU KNOW. 

“You don’t want me stuck inside you forever,” Dean says, then he winces because okay, that was kinda dirty. “I’m kind of an expert at being annoying. I’m also an expert in tearing up afterlives.”

OH, HUMAN. YOU POOR THING. HOW EMBARRASSING. YOUR DESIRE FOR THE ANGEL LEAKS OUT OF YOUR PORES. 

Dean snarls. “Who are your greatest prizes?” he asks. “Which angels and demons do you have the most pride in keeping here? And who handed them directly to you?”

--

Castiel isn’t sure where Michael is. He isn’t even sure where he is. He assumes the Righteous Man is in the seventh circle, but he’s been through so many, been pushed back and pulled forward, and he could be anywhere. 

Angels do not get tired. Castiel thinks that if he could be, he would be. He feels another of his brothers die. A hoard of demons is attempting to sneak up on him. Castiel whirls around, flaring his wings, and he smites them all.

There are millions of angels. There are billions of demons. 

This will take a while.

--

HERE’S THE DEAL, LITTLE HUMAN. IF YOU FIND YOUR ANGEL, YOU CAN DRAG HIM OUT OF HERE AND NEITHER OF YOU WILL BE ALLOWED TO RETURN. BUT IF YOU CHOOSE THE WRONG ANGEL, I WILL TAKE YOU TODAY AND NEVER LET YOU GO. BUT DON’T WORRY--I’LL MAKE SURE TO PUT YOUR SLEEPING RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR BELOVED ANGEL. 

“Deal,” Dean says, because of course he knows who Cas is, of course he does, but all of a sudden the darkness of the Empty is lit up in a brilliant white light, and thousands and thousands of--shapes--are before him. Angels, Dean realizes. In their true form. And he has to find one specific one, that he’s never seen before. 

This will take a while.

--

Castiel sneaks into a new circle. He will be found, sooner or later, but for now he is undetected. He inspects his surroundings--blood and fire and souls writhing on their racks. His grace brightens for a moment before he tampers it back down. This is the seventh circle! The Righteous Man could be any of these souls. Castiel creeps forward. 

--

Rows and rows of angels, floating before him, all blue-white with grace, all dormant and asleep. They are hard to look at, too bright and too confusing, constantly twisting and shifting. They look like something outta Escher, or a Mobius strip, or maybe just a tangled mass of wires. Four or five animal heads or no heads at all, thousands of eyes or maybe just a mass of wings, tucked over and over each other. Dean can only really look at each one with a glance. And he’s sure none of them are his.

--

The Righteous Man’s soul burns bright, brighter than any human soul Castiel has ever seen. He is doing the torturing, not being tortured, and the cheeks of the humanoid shape the golden soul has taken shine with tears. He is in agony, and he loves what he does as he carves into the soul before him.

--

There’s a smaller angel than the others. When Dean looks at it, it looks kind of like a conch shell, curling and swirling, and kind of like a bird, and kind of like a knot, twisted and tangled. It is small, but it is bright. Blue-white with grace but braided with other colors too, red and orange and yellow and green and purple and pink and colors Dean’s never even heard of. His left shoulder throbs painfully, and Dean stares at the angel with awe.

--

Castiel knows he is supposed to call Michael. He knows Michael is supposed to lift his sword from perdition. But--

the Righteous Man is so beautiful. So brilliant. Castiel cannot help it.

--

Dean’s shoulder is painful and the angel shifts and changes and Dean has to be 100% sure, but this angel is the most beautiful thing Dean’s ever seen. He can’t tear his gaze away.

--

Castiel reaches out.

--

Dean reaches out.

--

When Dean wakes up, he is alone.

--

When Cas wakes up, he has only time to inhale before he’s tucked into Dean’s arms, face pressed into his neck, held tighter, and tigher, and Cas reaches his arms around Dean and digs his fingers into his jacket and inhales Dean’s scent and breathes, breathes. 

[danger-noodle-uwu]

I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

-------------------------------------------------------

And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

[gay-jesus-probably]

Hey, so something I think we've all been overlooking in the Spamton Neo fight is the significance of the soul going yellow. I mean, yeah fun gameplay mechanicl insert big shot joke here, but if you'll remember how every other soul colour change has gone down in canon, that one was really fucking weird.

Souls changing colour is a form of magic. That's why every single time it happened in Undertale, it was because a monster caused that to happen in a fight. Papyrus and Sans turned the soul blue in their respective battles, Undyne turned it green, Miss Muffet turned it purple, and Alphys turned it yellow so that you could fight Mettaton.

Now, we know Spamton didn't turn the soul yellow, because he was surprised to see it happen at all. And Ralsei and Susie would have said if they'd done something, so they couldn't be involved (especially since it still happens without them on the Snowgrave route). Which means that Kris and/or the player (aka the soul itself) must've been responsible for it.

Which begs the question of what made that fight so different compared to all the others? Why didn't the soul change colour to fight the King, or Jevil, or anyone but Spamton? What was different about that one fight in particular?

I think that the Spamton Neo fight is the only time we see Kris and the player in full agreement and actually working together. Look, we know Kris is rightfully pretty fucking upset about being puppeted around, and who knows how many of our actions they ever really agree with? Even if they do agree with what we do, they still resent not being able to make their own damn choices. But Kris is scared of Spamton Neo. They back up in fear without our input when he starts approaching them, they're described as being badly shaken after the battle, and if you choose to let them say they're not okay, they'll literally scream the words out... the whole thing makes it obvious that Kris personally was terrified.

And I mean fuck, of course we want to fight Spamton Neo, he literally wants to rip us out of Kris. Not cool. But I think Kris also wanted to fight him, just out of pure self preservation. The soul turned yellow because Kris wanted to work with the player, at least for that single battle.

That'd also explain why there's a powered shot option now when it wasn't in Undertale; Kris and the player are working with the strength of two human souls (since Kris presumably has one, and we're an interloper), of course they get a new ability from that. Maybe Kris's soul is naturally yellow, and they were able to override the player's red with their own yellow?

Further evidence for this theory, by the end of the chapter Kris seems a little more chill about the player soul; at the end of chapter 1, they rip us out, and physically throw us into the bird cage, closing the door behind us. But at the end of chapter 2, despite taking... let's say certain drastic actions, they just put us away under the bathroom sink and then shove us between the couch cushions. Those are upgrades. And when they come back into the bathroom, they willingly put the soul back in. Kris obviously still isn't happy about us being there, but we might have found a tiny shred of common ground.

Idk man, these are just thoughts, but interesting ones.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Yours, Mine, and Ours [7] Finale

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), trauma, violence, general sadness and shittiness.

This is dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You must face change.

Author Notes: I got another old series tied up and I’m editing the last chapter of another one as well. I’m trying to clear some stuff out as best I can.

A special thank you to everyone who reached out to me over the last few days. And extra thanks to @lokislastlove​ for always encouraging me.

Please let me know what you think, like and reblog <3 love ya

Masterlist

Bucky knelt beside you as your ass throbbed in pain and your head thrummed. He touched your arm gently with his metal hand, his other on your cheek as he cradled your face. You met his blue eyes but he quickly lifted his head and glared across the room.

“Don’t fucking move or I’ll hit you again. Harder.” His snarl was so harsh and deep, it made you shiver. He turned his attention back to you as he helped you roll over and sit up, “Are you okay? Careful…” he backed off the bed slowly as he guided you to the end of the mattress.

You clung to him and glanced over at Steve as he spat blood onto the floor. His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared as he looked back but he made no move towards you, his head lolling just slightly as he sat straight. 

You let Bucky usher you to the door as he turned back and searched around the floor. He huffed and took off his jacket instead, draping it over your shoulders.

He pointed you through the door and followed, snatched the throw from the back of the couch and offered it as he urged you on. You found your purse where you dropped it and stopped to grab it, groaning at how your body ached. You continued to the door as he opened it and followed you out.

You were silent as you descended, cloaked in his jacket and the thin blanket. You came around the building and neared your car. He kept away from you but hovered as if you might keel over.

“I can’t drive,” you let your purse dangle weakly from your hand.

“I’ll take you back,” he said softly, “and then you don’t have to see me ever again.”

You nodded and rounded his car. You opened the door and slumped into the seat, your purse on your lap as you hung your head. It was over. You knew it was. You thought there would be a way to hold onto Steve, to find the man he had been, but he assured you that that Steve was gone. Everything you had was lost.

The engine turned and you barely noticed the blur of the city as it passed outside the windows. You fought against the wave of grief that swept over you and leaned your head back.

“You said I’ll never see you again,” you croaked, “but you saved me.”

“So? I did all those other things too,” he gripped the wheel and sniffed, “I’ll keep my distance. I started all this. I never should’ve-- I’m fucked. I try to act like I’m not but I am.”

“Bucky…” you said weakly.

“Don’t. I know it’s the truth and I know everything that happened to you is because of me. Steve’s an asshole. I don’t know what changed in him, but I’m worse,” he sighed, “I’m gonna resign. I’m gonna… look into rehab or therapy, whatever they got for me. I can’t stay near you or Steve. I can’t do any of it.”

You nodded and rubbed your hands together. Your body hurt but your soul hurt worse.

“No, I’m going,” you said, “I’m leaving. I’m not a hero like you or Steve. I don’t matter. And I can’t stay with him. I can’t even stay close because I know he won’t stay away. Right now, he’s getting up off that floor and you can’t tell me he’s not coming after us right now.”

Your voice cracked and you muffled it with a corner of the blanket. You hunched over as suddenly you felt nauseous and you held in a retch. Your body shook but you kept the sickness in and murmured.

“Please, just get me back,” you begged.

“I will,” he vowed, “I’ll make sure you get out and I’ll make sure he doesn’t stop you,” you heard him gulp between his words, “and after, if you ever need me to knock him on his ass again, I’ll be there. No strings, no expectations, we don’t even need to talk.”

You crossed your arms and leaned against the door, watching the pedestrians and other cars. You could only think of everything that needed to be done; grab what you can, email Tony, go back and get your car and drive without stopping.

“Shit,” you sat up as you neared the compound, “I forgot my phone.”

“Good,” Bucky said, “he’s tracking it. Get a new one.”

👥

Bucky closed the yellow taxi door and watched the cab pull out into the swell of New York traffic. She’d packed the remnants of her former life in a single backpack but he could see, she didn’t even need that. He backed away from the curb and tucked his hands into his pockets. His chest was tight and heavy. He was guilty but he didn’t feel sorry for himself. He felt sorry for her.

He was almost thrown off his feet as a hand gripped his arm and swung him around. Steve was white with anger as a vein popped out in his forehead. His lip was split and his nose bruised from Bucky’s fist. The men faced each other in mutual detest. He never expected to look at his oldest friend that way and feel it so succinctly.

“Where is she?” Steve growled.

Bucky shrugged and shouldered past him, “gone. Far from us.”

Steve followed him and stopped him before he could pass through the door. He shoved him back against the façade of the building but Bucky hardly felt it. He just stood, staring at the man he didn’t know any more, and lifted a brow.

“You gonna beat it out of me?” he asked, “then you’ll have to kill me.”

Steve’s eyes searched Bucky’s and he growled under his breath, “all you had to do was follow the fucking rules.”

“I never liked those rules. I only wanted to be close to her. It was selfish. It was abuse.”

“She liked it,” Steve snapped.

“No, you told her she liked it and she loved you so much, she believed you,” Bucky’s voice turned raw, “she loved you and you threw it all away.”

“You ruined it,” Steve accused.

“Fuck you,” Bucky snarled, “you deserve to be alone.”

“I’ll find her,” Steve curled his fingers into a fist and puffed his chest, “I know exactly where she’s going. She won’t get to her car before I do.”

“No, she will,” Bucky pushed away from the wall and grabbed the front of Steve’s shirt and pinned him, “you won’t make it past me.”

Steve narrowed his eyes and his lips thinned. He gripped Bucky’s shirt in kind and the pair rolled against the wall until they stopped in a bitter stalemate. They stared each other down as their soles scuffed on the pavement and grunted almost in unison at their opponent.

“You won’t keep me from her forever,” Steve said calmly.

“She’s not the only one leaving, Steve,” Bucky hissed, “and I won’t feel bad at all when you wake up one day and realise how lonely you are.”

👥

Your new apartment was mostly empty but it was yours, unlike that seventh floor box Steve had made your cage. It was far from him, far from Bucky, far from everyone you ever knew. You knew you couldn’t hide with your parents or your sister or even those distant university friends who you knew would have your back. You had to be alone. It was your fear of that which got you into all that mess.

You didn’t see Bucky again but he did get a message to you. He left a gift for you at a safe house on your way out of the state. New identification, an unopened cell, and a wad of cash. It wasn’t atonement but it was what he could give you. You kept driving and exchanged your car at the stateline. You kept on until you felt as if you were in an entirely different country.

You took a job at the grocery store as a cashier. You remembered when you were a child and your mother had the same position. She went back to school and made you promise you’d never end up in the same boat. If she could see you now…

If you could see her.

You dropped your bag on the side table as you entered and turned the lock on the handle and the latch above, the deadbolt over that, and hooked the chain last. You clutched the pepper spray you kept up your sleeve and searched the single bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, and the bathroom. Your paranoia was your only companion.

You kept the curtains drawn day and night, even those stolid nights when you couldn’t sleep for the thick sweat that coated your body. Those nights came more often and even during the day, you found yourself suffocated in fits of unbearable heat. And at night, you were trapped by the dreams of the past.

You sat and opened up the novel you kept on the coffee table. When you’d been with Steve, you never had much time to read between his need for attention and your work. Your relocation was freeing in more ways than one. 

You laid back and wiggled, still in your stiff grocery store uniform and lost yourself in the fantasy adventure of a young warrior. It was a fight you could control; that you could win.

👥

Bucky held the position and breathed out slowly. His muscles vibrated as he strained and slowly lifted his leg, the toes of his other foot firmly planted on the mat. He turned and outstretched his arm and leg to the ceiling and inhaled. He let out another breath as he reached the next position then returned to downward-facing dog.

He pushed himself back to sit on his knees as the noise of the lapping lake reached his ears and sent a cool breeze over the dock. He pulled his legs out from under him and bent his legs as he leaned his sweaty arms over his knees. He looked out at the glistening water and listened to the noise of birds and critters.

Peace. He couldn’t call it that. Exile, more like. He didn’t trust himself to be near people. His therapist visited once a week and he attended daily video sessions with him. One of his tasks was to find hobbies and to face himself. Yoga was both of those. It cleared his hand and ate up his time.

But then he found himself wishing she was there. He knew she wasn’t in some serene lake house, she didn’t have all the support offered by SHIELD and Stark, she didn’t have anyone. He did what he could, what she would accept from him, but there was nothing he could give her in that life that would ever be enough.

Then he felt awful about those thoughts. She was never his to have.

He stood and walked up the dock and the dirt path to the house. He climbed up onto the large deck and through sliding doors. He poured himself a glass of water and added a slice of lemon. He took it with him as he went to the bedroom where he slept alone, where the shadows of trees loomed over him in the night and swayed like the wraiths of his remorse.

The white cat hopped up on the bed and twirled in expectation, in demand of his attention. He scratched Alpine’s head as he neared and got a nip when he pet him a little too long. The moody feline retreated to the corner of the bed and watched him with his pale blue eyes. The creature was his only friend now.

He took a deep gulp and sat on the edge of the bed and set the glass down. He slid open the drawer of the hand-crafted night table and dipped his fingers inside. He pulled out the pink fabric and held them in his metal hand and stroked the dainty elastic. He should get rid of them, like he had the rest, but he just couldn’t. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t. He would never forget about her.

👥

You pushed the boxes and cans over the scanner and onto the next belt so that they were carried down to the end of the counter. You smiled as you asked the usual questions and waited for the customer to punch in their pin. You waved on the next in line as the former bagged their goods and you kept the distant tune playing from the low speakers in your head.

The routine was your only comfort. It was easy. Even when you got those fussy customers, the ones with the expired coupons or the wrong flyers, it was simple work. You rang them through and saw them off without concern. Their tantrums were not the worst you’d faced in your time.

When it was your time to clock out, you stopped by the café in the same plaza as the grocery store and ordered a tall iced tea. You came out with your purse on the arm that hid the pepper spray and made your way to the end of the pavement and around the corner to the street. 

At the first corner, you turned off onto a small side street then cut through to the park and passed the memorials and statues set along the winding path. It was a longer walk than your normal route but you took it once a week. You liked to watch the ducks but you had to avoid the geese.

You sipped from your straw and smiled at a dog as he passed with his owner and looked over at the kids laughing on the monkey bars. Your uniform tented in the heat of the summer sun but you pressed on, refreshed by the fruity tea.

When you emerged from the park, the grit of the small town returned. The chipped bricks of your building rose above you and you unlocked the front door after a struggle with the ancient keyhole. The door closed heavily behind you and you headed up the dingy stairs.

As you got to your apartment, you went through the usual to-do; lock, search, and settle in. Two months, maybe three, it felt so long ago and yet it felt like only yesterday. You couldn’t help but feel watched, followed, and you knew that sensation would follow you for the rest of your life. But if it was only ever a thought, you could be okay.

👥

Steve didn’t know what to do with himself at first. First, his girl left and then his best friend.

In the early days of his solace, he told himself it wasn’t true. They’d be back. They couldn’t live without him. They would apologize because they betrayed him. They would realise that he wasn’t the villain. He wasn’t wrong. He busied himself with his missions and waited.

But after two weeks, he saw no signs, heard no tell, nothing. He tried to follow her trail but there wasn’t anything past the state line. He asked where Bucky went but Stark wouldn’t tell and SHIELD kept that information classified from all, even him.

Then, he felt bad and he lingered on those questions that tugged at his mind. Was he wrong? Was he the bad one? Had he really hurt them? Did he deserve it all? He felt awful and fell through on a mission and no one asked any questions. No one knew the reasons for the sudden departures and the downcast captain.

Then he was mad. He was breaking things. He was growling and shouting in frustration. He ripped a door off its hinges and punched a hole through a wall. He paid for the repairs but was told in no short terms to leave the compound. He was all too happy too. He still had that apartment and it wasn’t too bad being in his own space.

But it made him think of her. And as he thought of her, he missed another mission, this time without telling anyone. Phone calls, emails, knocks on his door, they all muddled together in the haze of his thoughts.

He remembered those days, decades ago when Bucky had been his only friend. When he was a boy, when he still felt young, when he still felt like him. He remembered everything that came after and how he fought to save the only man he ever admired. Then everything he’d made him do. He didn’t make him do that, he gave him exactly what he wanted.

Then she made his chest squeeze. He thought of the first time they met. He didn’t think much of her but she somehow won him over with her kindness. He recalled the realisation of how much he liked her, he wasn’t even reluctant enough not to think it was love in that instant. When she saw the loose stitch in his glove and pulled it away like it was nothing. She remarked on the little fix as ‘perfect’ and he couldn’t help his doofy grin and the line he spouted after, ‘not as perfect as you.’

And as he thought of her, he conjured all those hopes he had for them. The life he made for them in his mind. He was going to give it all to her but he just wanted a little fun first. That wasn’t so bad. He could still give it to her and that was all she wanted after all. She wanted the Steve she knew. She wanted the nuclear family and white picket fence. He wanted that too.

When the papers came to announce his dismissal from SHIELD, it felt like freedom. He didn’t care about saving the world anymore. He got out of bed these days and worked out, went for a run, and came back as he went about his own work. As he searched through the servers they tried to block him from and overrode the new restrictions. They always thought he was some clueless idiot from the past.

He could still have that life. All he had to do was find her. He smiled at the screen as he went over everything he had so far. The whiff of her blew out at the stateline but now he could go wherever he wanted without a leash. He could find her if he only tried a little harder.

👥

Steve gave notice on the lease and traded in his car for something with better mileage and more space. He sold everything that was his life before and headed out on the road with a new lease on life. He wasn’t the Captain anymore, he wasn’t the saviour, he only wanted to be one thing; a husband, a father, hers.

When he reached the state line, he stopped for a while at a motel and asked around. He had her picture and everyone was all too eager to talk to Steve Rogers. He found her car at a used dealership and got the plates and make of the one he’d switched her for. That was a start.

Then he moved on, stopping along the way for a day here and there to relax. He had time. He had confidence again. He did this everyday, this was her first time, she couldn’t outrun him forever. He had the skills and the savings to get him a lot further than she ever could.

He drove through several more states before he hit another block. A second car traded but the dealer was not as talkative. That meant he had to break in after dark and that was time he didn’t feel like spending on some stubborn bitch. But he got it done and moved on.

Then there was a week of doubt and desperation. What if he was wrong? What if this was all a part of her plan? Maybe she was smart enough to lead him in the wrong direction. Maybe Bucky was helping her. Maybe they were together. That thought made him livid.

He took off in the opposite direction but ended up with nothing but desert heat and rural nothingness. He turned around and assured himself that neither of them were smarter than him. He returned to the same point and slowly pieced together the clues until he was sure enough to keep on.

He was getting close. He could sense it. He pulled out his phone and opened those videos he’d taken from Bucky and the pictures of that day they’d made a mess of her. His hand was nothing compared to her and even if he came, he found himself dissatisfied. He ended up cursing only to start again a minute later.

That night he started in the bed then ended up in the shower and before he could get out of the bathroom, he was gripping his dick as he leaned on the counter and muttered her name over and over. He was impatient. He needed her soon or he was going to go mad.

He hardly slept as he tossed and turned in the hotel room. He checked out early but pulled over on the country road to get off again. It made him angry. She should be the one fucking him, he shouldn’t be using his own hand. He shouldn’t be alone. She should be there with his dick down her throat as he drove them to their suburban paradise.

He passed another city sign and spent a day running circles without a catch. He pressed on through the night, not wanting another motel bed, and pulled in at a station just outside a small town. He gassed up and chewed on jerky as he set out once more.

On a whim, he stopped in the small town and stopped for a meal at the local fish and chip place. It was unusual for the area but the fries were crispy and not overly salted and the fish breaded perfectly. He kept his hat on and his face down. He didn’t need to be recognized although his poor disguise seemed to draw attention.

“Louise,” the voice chimed with the bell, “gosh, I’m so sorry, I almost forgot.”

Steve looked up as his heart fluttered. He saw the green uniform shirt and black pants and at first, he was ready to deflate. But the way she walked, and her face, the way she glowed and smiled at the woman behind the till, he knew it was her. He’d found her.

“I am so stupid! I keep forgetting everything,” she counted out the money from her wallet, “I’ve been craving this all week and I’m halfway home and I’m like oh my god,” she chattered on, that way she did when they’d first met.

“Not at all, darlin’,” Louise handed her the parcel of fish and chips, “you go on enjoy.”

“Thank you!” she sang sweetly and scurried back through the door.

Steve stood slowly and left his tab on the table with a thoughtlessly generous tip. He adjusted his cap and headed out the door slowly. She wasn’t moving as fast as she made her way down the street. She swung the tied parcel from her hand and he noticed how her hips swayed. There was something different about her, something he liked.

He kept the same pace, sure to hang back so that she didn’t notice him. She led him through a park and she stopped to smile at a party of ducks in the small pond. She carried on over the small bridge and he sat on a bench when she looked back. She didn’t seem to notice as an older couple passed him and he hid behind them.

He got back up just as she was at the exit. He trailed her back to the streets and to an old brick building with an iron sign above the front door. She let herself in and he stood outside with a smirk.

“Perfect,” he said to himself as he backed away and strode down the sidewalk, “always so perfect for me.”

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Deuce Spade Dorm Uniform Personal Story: Part 3

"I really hate that."

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Courtyard]

Rook: Ohh… What in the world.

Rook: Red, blue, yellow… various colorful flamingos are roosting in the school courtyard. Absolutely beautiful!

Flamingos: [squawk! squawk!]

Rook: I see. You wish for this shrimp sandwich I was about to eat for lunch, is it? Of course, I would only be happy to share.

Flamingos: [squawk!]

Deuce: Haah, haah… Th-there you are! I've found you, flamingos!

Rook: Oho, you're from Heartslabyul… What's gotten you so sweaty like that?

Deuce: These guys escaped from my dormitory!

Rook: Aah! That's right, Heartslabyul raises flamingos for one of their traditional games.

Deuce: Thank you very much for capturing them!

Deuce: Today's Unbirthday Party would have been cancelled without them.

Rook: Unbirthday Party?

Deuce: It is a traditional event that Rosehearts-ryōchō takes considerable pride in.

Rook: Hm, I see. Roi des Roses, you say…

Rook: Flamingos have a tendency to move as a flock. If you can guide them back home well with your own flying, they should follow you with no issues.

Deuce: Urgh. I'm not that great at flying but… I guess I gotta do it.

Deuce: If the party is cancelled, it would disgrace the Dorm Leader.

[clap, clap, clap]

Rook: Yes, well said… Wonderful! Merveilleux!

Deuce: Eh?

Rook: Your loyalty to Roi des Roses has transformed into arrows that have deeply pierced my heart!

Deuce: Loya… Roi… Wh-What?

Rook: You strive unwaveringly to maintain the honor of your lord.

Rook: That resolute devotion! What else could it be called but "beautiful"!

Rook: Praise beauty, preserve beauty… That is my life's motto.

Rook: Therefore, I will do what I can to lend you my assistance, Monsieur Spade!

Deuce: I-I don't really understand, but… Are you saying you're going to help me? Thank you!

Rook: Now, let us fly back to the rose garden with our rainbow-colored bird friends!

Deuce: Alright! Let's get going, start your engines!

Flamingos: [squawk!! squawk!]

Deuce: Line up, and next stop, Heartslabyul!

[Heartslabyul Dorm]

Deuce: 13, 14, 15― Great. All the flamingos are back in their cages.

Deuce: Hunt-senpai, thank you very much for your help!

Rook: I didn't do much, Deuce-kun.

Rook: Roi des Roses seems to have such a fine soldier.

Rook: I hope your croquet tournament will be most enjoyable. Adieu!

Deuce: …! Thanks!

Heartslabyul Student A: Hmm～? All the flamingos are back.

Heartslabyul Student B: Whaaat, that sucks.

Heartslabyul Student C: If all the flamingos and hedgehogs disappeared, then the party would have been cancelled, and…

Heartslabyul Student C: I thought I'd be able to see Rosehearts in tears.

Deuce: !! You're saying…

Deuce: You guys were the ones who unlocked the cage!?

Heartslabyul Student C: Tch, what, it's you again…

Heartslabyul Student A: Humph. There's no proof that we did anything. There's no use in trying to report us!

Deuce: …Making mischief is one thing, but to involve these animals is another.

Deuce: There are things you should and shouldn't do…!

Heartslabyul Student A: Hey, watch your mouth, first year!

Heartslabyul Student C: One of Rosehearts' flunkies shouldn't be trying to get all virtuous with us! Hey, let's teach you a lesson.

Heartslabyul Student B: Take this, hraah!

[punches]

Deuce: Humph!!

Heartslabyul Student B: Wha!? He stopped my punch!?

Deuce: Hiyaah!!

Heartslabyul Student A: What!? He countered with a grapple!?

Heartslabyul Student B: Shit, my arm can't move at all…!

Deuce: I'll follow the rules that the Boss… I mean the Dorm Leader, has set. I don't want to get into any fights within the dorm.

Deuce: So… You better give up while you can!

Deuce: And also, promise that you won't do something so lame ever again!

Heartslabyul Student B: Owwww, m-my shoulder is gonna pop off…!

Heartslabyul Student B: I-I get it! We don't do it again!

Deuce: ―Good. You better not ever forget you said that!

Heartslabyul Student C: Wh-what's with this guy… He's scary…

Heartslabyul Student B: R-Run!

[runs off]

Deuce: …I can't really say that what I did there was anything befitting an honor student.

Deuce: B-but I was able to keep from kicking and beating them up. For me, that's progress!

Cater: Deuce-chan!

Deuce: Y-yes!

Cater: The Unbirthday Party will be starting soon.

Cater: Ace-chan says that he also found the hedgehogs safe and sound. Are the flamingos ready to go?

Deuce: ―Yes! Of course!

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Tea Garden]

Ace: Eh!? So the culprits who unlocked all the cages were those upperclassmen who were complaining about the Dorm Leader?

Ace: Whew～ So it wasn't my fault…

Deuce: Eh?

Ace: Nothing, ignore me.

Deuce: I lightly gave them what for but… [clears throat] Maybe we should report it to Clover-senpai just in case.

Ace: Yeah, it'd be a pain if we got caught up in some other trouble thanks to them.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Trey’s Room]

[knock, knock]

Deuce: Excuse me, Clover-senpai… Oh, he's not here.

Ace: He said that we could talk to him in his room, but maybe they haven't finished cleaning up yet?

Deuce: Let's wait inside, I guess.

Ace: Better than missing him again. Aaah, but man I'm so tired from all that. Just gonna rest for a bit～～

Deuce: Yeah. It was a really long day…

Deuce: I'm glad we were able to have the party without any issues.

Ace: The Dorm Leader didn't lose his temper at all, either.

Deuce: …Now that everything's settled… I'm feeling sleepy…

Ace: …Me too～ …[yawn] …

[door opens]

Trey: Sorry, did I make you wait? …Oh.

Cater: Oop. Both of them fell asleep.

Cater: Ahaha, their sleepy faces are so silly looking.

Trey: They must be tired from all the excitement of the party.

Trey: It sounded like they had something to tell me, but… Let's let them sleep for now.

Cater: Yep. Sleep well, little first years ♪

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[mysadblacksoul]

Finally The Outside MV theories

There is so much lore so let's unpack this one by one

Let's go!

Remeber when I said the order of MVs could be 1. Saturday 2. Shy away 3. Choker? Yeah, out the window it goes lol

The only thing that makes sense now woulr be Saturday taking place before The outside

But I believe that events from The Outside take place after Trench storyline

But from the beginning now:

The guy in the beginning must be Clancy, he has a connections to the outside world so he could receive the antlers from Ned

Clancy, Trash and Ned have huge connection, possibly all being symbols of creativity and freedom

The Bishops who can't see yellow couldn't see that there is something wrong with Clancy,BUT when his eyes changes to dark orange, even light red they begin to attack him

This brings me to my next theory: Banditos and Blurryface joins forces to destroy Bishops

Josh gives Tyler a beanie,something that was a big part of lore during Blurryface era

Later Ned gives them clothing with their symbols that they also used during Blurryface era

Plus like I said before,Clancy's eyes got red and so did Tyler's in many BF era Music Videos such as Stressed out

Also, Blurry easily can control others so maybe the antlers are the thing that he uses. That can explain how Tyler knew what to do with them - use them to control Clancy

2.30 - 2.50 in the tunnels we can hear very familiar music that sounds like it's from older albums, could it be a subtle saying "remember your past"?

This scene gives me huge Fairly Local vibes with all the snow

And what else can we see in Fairly Local? The microphone that Bishops were making in Nico And The Niners

If we are in the topic of similarities to other MV's let's talk about this scene

It resembles a scene from Jumpsuit of course

And the people who receives Tyler and Josh's signal are Banditos from Nico and The Niners,who are all grown up now so we know that many years has passed since the Trench era

Now maybe let's talk about more symbolism:

The guys are using torches from Trench era

They also have bird cages as their backpacks. To catch Clifford maybe? There are also symbolic of a loss of freedom so that makes perfect sense. Since people are after them they have no freedom just like birds in a cages

There are 9 Neds in total. 8 with short antlers and 1 with fully grown ones. Could the short ones symbolize bad Bishops and the last Ned symbolize Clancy? Since his antlers are the ones that can control him

We can see 5 circles made out of wood in the forest. The only info about it that I could find was that they are "a symbol of continuous growth and strength". And that could be a point because as we can see the boys continue to growth during the eras

Or if we want to assume that the first circle is shown 3 times and later there are two more separate ones then there is also a triangle symbol. That one may be a huge stretch, but if we arrange them as Triangle,Circle,Circle,Circle or -... we will have the letter B in a morse code. Which could again trie to my "Blurryface good boy" theory

Now in many cultures, the deer is a symbol of spiritual authority. And thai is exacly what Tyler is doing - taking a spiritual authority or control over Clancy's body

Clancy destroys one of the blue piles that uses blue force from Choker mv and in the very end we can see Dema being take over by their own blue power. Could that destroy it from inside?

Now some overall thoughts:

I don't think the era or at least the story is over yet

Maybe we will get another MV in SAI era or maybe this tying two worlds can be a hint of a new album and new era that will explain even more

So far we know that Dema is destroyed, but we don't know if its permament

But does that mean that Clancy,Ned and Trash are also dead now because they sacrificed their lifes for freeing Banditos and the boys?

So many answers yet so little answers lol

[clonewarslover55]

The Hunt. A Delta Squad and a Yautja Tale.

Find the summary and notes here! Chapter two   Chapter three     Chapter four   Chapter five  Chapter six     Chapter seven  Chapter eight, finale 

Notes: Please enjoy and read the summary and notes before reading!! Let me know what you think and if you want a tag let me know!

Remember the planet is of my own creation! As is some of the jungle animals!

Warnings:  Blood, Gore, Death, Major death?? Alien technology, Delta squad humor, Horrible language, like so many cuss words, Alien dude, like a big sexy alien dude who's an OC of mine, Violence, fighting, Planet I made, jungle stuff, suspension, multiple parts, Alien culture, clone culture, injury, major injury, Animal death, the Delta Boys are called ‘clones’ a lot and I am so sorry

*The Jungle Planet Dajhitt, the Outer Rim. four months after the beginning of the Clone Wars* 

The ship shook and rattled, the Deltas holding onto their seats to keep still. The pilot smirked back at the clone commandos, his gaze on their helmet visors which glowed blue in the shitty orange light of the ship.  

Sev wrinkled his nose, he could smell the rancid smell of the ship's interior through his helmet. The worst thing though? Whatever the hell the pilot was chewing, it was definitely some kind of root or plant. And it was rancid. 

The pilot was a non-clone and was easily over fifty. He chewed loudly and hummed to himself, sometimes speaking to the Delta’s. He was a freighter pilot who transported all sorts of things to and from the jungle planet they had the mission on. 

Currently the Delta’s were sharing the ship with some very exotic animals. Tame ones, thankfully. Scorch sat closest to the cages, Boss sitting beside him and watching him closely so he didn’t get bitten by one of the animals. 

Fixer was the closest to the pilot, Sev, in between him and Boss. Fixer kept cursing under his breath, his helmet speaker turned off so only his brothers could hear him. “When was the last time this pilot showered?” Fixer muttered, Scorch laughing loudly. 

“He showers as often as Sev I bet.” Scorch said while laughing, Sev cussing him out in return. Boss punched Scorch in the armored shoulder, and it shut Scorch right up. “Shut up, all of you.” Boss muttered, leaning his head back to try to keep the movement of the ship from making him want to vomit everywhere. 

The pilot grinned back at them, his bald head and yellow stained beard nearly shining in the light. Sev held back his comments. “We’re nearly there ya clones! Get ready to jump in like” He checked the back at the controls of his ship,  “Five minutes!” He yelled constantly with every word, his hearing obviously gone to shit. 

“What can you tell us about this planet?” Fixer barked out at the man, the pilot’s shoulders tensing under his filthy green tank top. The Delta boys were here to investigate a possible Separatist presence, a big one that was possibly working on secret weapons. 

They were here for recon only. Which never seemed to go their way….Though it would be a long few weeks no matter the outcome.

“It’s humid as fuck!” He Yelled, adjusting his controls, “My advice?! Just watch out for the dangerous animals…….and the hunters!” The pilot shouted as he stood up, the rickety old ship now on auto-pilot. He walked in front of the boys. 

Scorch scoffed at him, “These animals here don’t seem so bad!” Scorch spoke these words while petting a dangerous looking, but beautiful bird, through the cage. The bird was a beautiful blue and gold color, and it was human sized. It had a massive beak lined with sharp teeth. The beak was a gold color, the teeth a pearly white. They definitely ate large creatures, Scorch sized creatures to be exact. He pushed that thought from his mind as the bird nuzzled against his gentle touch.

“These ones aint wild dumbasses. The ones in the jungle are far from tame! This bird, the Argentavis, Especially. They eat humans! They swoop down from the trees and snatch up kids! Can’t imagine why the dumb natives here worship them.” Scorch rolled his eyes at Sev’s laughing through the comms. “The hunters are even worse though.” 

Boss spoke up this time, holding down his nausea. “What hunters?” The pilot leaned on the cages, a nasty smirk on his face. “Oh they’re viscous. Come around from other planets to kill big game. You don’t want to run into one while they’re hunting! They’re very deadly. Crazy sumofbitches!” He ended his sentence by spitting whatever he was chewing onto the floor by Sev’s boots. Sev had to close his eyes and take a deep breath so he didn’t get up and deck the man.

“There’s never more than one in a large section of jungle at a time though! Unless it's like a group of brothers or somethin’ So be careful out there. They’re meaner than sin!” He shouted, his odd accent lacing his words. Fixer and Boss could only nod at his words, Scorch was too distracted by the bird to care and Sev was holding his temper.

The Delta’s didn’t really believe him. Hunters? Yeah, like some stupid humans and probably Trandoshans could do anything to four highly trained Clone Commandos. What he described reminded them of Tranfoshans, but why didn’t he just say the name of the humanoid species?

They would soon find out what exactly he was talking about. 

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It was time for them to jump, the Delta’s gathering around the door of the ship. Sev and Scorch did their little handshake, both chuckling and wishing one another luck in their jumps.

Scorch decided to go first. He pulled his parachute tightly around his armored shoulders, looking back at his brothers. “Try to top this Sev!” He shouted while laughing. He did a backflip that turned into a dive as he exited the ship, laughter following his descent. 

Sev snorted and rolled his shoulders. He did a regular dive, but it quickly turned into a series of flips. Fixer was next, and he just did a regular ol’ jump. He didn’t feel like adding as much flare as much as his brothers, at least not right now. 

Boss followed close behind Fixer, his legs going first. 

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Little did they know that jumping from the ship would draw some attention to them. It wasn’t the attention of the separatists. It was far far worse.

It was the attention of a Yautja Elite. A massive warrior with centuries of years to his name and reputation.

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Once on the ground the Delta’s quickly met up, which was easy because they weren’t spread too far apart. They soon folded up their parachutes and left them in a pile under some brush. Sergeant Vau always taught them to leave no trace behind. 

The planet was humid, the ground covered in mud and decaying leaves from the massive trees that surrounded them. The trees hardly let in light to the ground, killing anything that didn’t grow fast enough to break through their thick canopies. With each little sliver of light that did break through, there was a massive patch of flowers and bushes on the ground there.  

The rainforest was alive around them, animals constantly moving and vocalizing. The noise would make their stealth job much easier. At least they hoped.

The large sun that the planet orbited was on the horizon, and nightfall would come soon. They all knew the more dangerous animals would be out at that time. 

“Alright Delta’s.” Boss spoke, cutting off everyones train of thought. “Let's find a safe place to camp for the night and discuss our plans, we’ll move out at first light.” They all nodded, following Boss through the thick underbrush. 

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After a bit of wandering in the general direction of where the base may be, they found a place to rest. 

A massive tree had fallen a long time ago, a spot underneath it perfect for a little shelter. Thankfully the jungle was warm enough where they did not need to start a fire, which may have given their position away. They just put some thick leaves on the ground to lay on so the mud wouldn’t suck the warmth from their armored bodies. 

 Once they set up camp they began discussing their plan. 

“The base should be about seven miles north of here. But we may run into sepratist presence before we even get close to where the base is supposed to be. Knowing them; they probably have droid scouts in the jungle, keeping animals away from whatever is inside.”  Fixer spoke, his helmet removed. 

Scorch and Sev listened closely, sharing some rations. Boss watched his brothers, his map pulled up on his HUD. He was the only one left in his helmet. He listened to Fixer discuss how they would use the massive trees as cover, and maybe a possible place to scout from. 

As Fixer rambled on, Scorch yawned, looking up into the trees. He had an odd but familiar feeling in his gut, one that let him know he was being watched. He knew it was probably some weird jungle animal, but he still felt a little uneasy. 

He cocked his head when he thought he saw the leaves move, the branch above him bowing with weight. But as soon as he noticed, it was gone. He must just be tired, he thought to himself.

“I’ll take the first watch.” Fixer muttered, standing up and sliding on his helmet. His brothers nodded and climbed onto their own makeshift leaf beds. 

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The night of Dajhitt was beyond beautiful. Twin moons and millions of stars lit up the night as Fixer paced the parameter, a constant chill at the base of his spine. Something felt off about the jungle, but he could not place his finger on it. 

Little did he know that something more dangerous than him and his brothers combined sat in the tree above him and their little camp. It watched them, observing their heat signatures through its helmet. 

Their words were translated to the beast by highly advanced technology. It quickly realized they were the ultimate prey, better than anything it had hunted on this planet before. 

It chittered to itself silently, excitement running through its veins. It would stalk them more in the morning, the hunt would be on very soon. 

[gothamcityangst]

Please give us some more Arkham angst, specifically about the non-sexual torture from some of the guards. Possibly Dennis, Jervis, Ed, or Arnold but any of the villains really work for this

Oh hellll yeah!!!! I like your thinking corporal.

Tw: Shock collars, abuse, claustrophobia, medical mistreatment

Dennis:

The guards love using the shock collar on him. The pain is simply unbearable to poor Dennis. He constantly has to worry if it’s effecting his vocal cords. It has a little remote control and it’s given to a guard who hates Dennis’ guts. Even when he’s not singing, he’ll be zapped for the hell of it. Dennis will fall to the floor unable to control his body as it spasms out of control. There’s a strong smell of burning hair from where his hair is singed.

Dennis can’t take it off. He tried before and within 5 minutes he was surrounded by armed guards. With the side of a rifle butting into his skull. He's a caged song bird. Singing is his comfort and now he can't even hum a little tune without recieving so many volts to the neck.

Jervis:

Jervis is physically very skinny so pushing him around also isn’t a problem. Many of their ‘brothers in blue’ were mind controlled by the mad hatter so it’s only fair they want a little bit of payback. It is excessive use of force with Jervis sadly. It's torture to Jervis but since he's one of the more 'disturbed' inmates he is seldom believed. We're talking purple and yellow mottled bruises. Jervis is almost a regular at the Arkham infirmary.

Ed:

Small rooms. I’d imagine in Ed’s childhood he was often locked away in small rooms by either his father or his mother. This led to a sort of claustrophobia. If the guards think Edward is kicking up too much of a fuss, they shove him into a smaller cell and Ed panics. The wall feels like they’re closing in. Instead of being a near 40-year-old man he feels like his 8 years old again banging desperately to get out of the cupboard. He thinks he'll be trapped in there for days on end. When he gets let out he learns to shut his trap around which guards

Arnold:

Arnold is an older man, so the temperature tends to affect him more. He simply cannot do well in the cold and this leads to many medical problems. Hypothermia, being lethargic, loss of concentration etc. The guards who have lost family to the evil Scarface doll purposefully make his cell a lot colder than the others. The air conditioning is on 24/7. Even in winter they'll place him in the cell right beside Mr freeze. All Arnold can do is bundle himself up with his ratty blanket and do everything to keep himself warm. Without the Scarface puppet he can’t say anything about his mistreatment at the hands of guards.