#now it's Cyli's turn

[ell-arts]

I keep forgetting this girl's glasses...

Anywho! A quick Cyli doodle for your day. She's wishing you gentler days ahead <3

[coricatchthorne]

Admissions 1.2: Emile

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Once again, Emile realized as Cylus told the waiter their order, he'd allowed himself to be swept along by a beautiful smile with a suggestion of hunger behind it.

As Cylus turned the full force of that periwinkle-purple gaze back onto him, Emile tried to remember why he shouldn't immediately surrender to it.

I cannot help but observe a pattern in your rash decisions, Emile, Mother had written, three nights ago. He'd sent the family a selfie taken with someone he'd thought a new friend, both of them lifting handfuls of genuine Old Earth dirt and sporting fresh piercings and gendermark earrings that identified them unambiguously as young men. While I congratulate you for committing to the course you have long considered, I am displeased to inform you that we received this news prior to your message. Here she'd screenshotted a Now post from a popular tabloid, led by a selfie similar to his. But this one was taken from the other side, at a much higher angle, showing off Emile's cleavage beneath his partially unbuttoned shirt and highlighting a saucy gleam in both boys' eyes. Below, a headline read: Rowdy Reterra Reveals Dilettante Devigne Daughter As Surprisingly Sexy Son?!

His wrist comm buzzed a message notification, drawing his eyes down with dread. Valerie, again. A guilty relief: better her than anyone else except Father, who'd already sent cheerful, oblivious congratulations to his original message. But even Val's correspondence held ominous possibilities right now, given her family responsibilities.

"Everything alright?" Cylus asked, one pale eyebrow lifting with curiosity.

"How rude of me!" Emile exclaimed, silencing his comm's notifications with a quick, embarrassed gesture. "I apologize."

Cylus shook his head with a smile. "You're fine. You just look a bit like a prisoner waiting for sentencing."

"It's just my eldest sister. I... haven't written her back for a couple days, and normally we message all the time. She's the one who told me about this place, actually!" Before he'd left home, Valerie had compiled a detailed list of her favorite spots in the City. He'd never guessed her recommendations would come in handy so soon. But Callisto's Café was perfect. The decor was spacious yet intimate: open areas partitioned by curtains of translucent, patterned fabric that evoked seaweed, punctuated with softly illuminated hanging glass art in abstract, vaguely aquatic shapes. Tables and booths were numerous, ranging from capacious to cozy enough for two, like the sheltered nook he and Cylie had found near the back. He even spotted several Devigne vintages on the high shelves behind the massive bar.

"You're at the University, right?" Cylus poured them each a glass from the carafe of ice water the waiter had left when taking their order. "I imagine that's keeping you busy."

"Well... yes, but it's not just that. I... ruffled some family feathers recently." Your choice of timing, location, and company for this transition demonstrate a concerning lack of forethought, a deviation from our previous discussions on this matter, and a violation of the Devigne family rules of conduct. I have attached them for you to review prior to your matriculation, Mother's message had continued. Do not forget to update your commcards with your chosen name. True to her word, Lyonesse Devigne had linked the document she and Valerie co-managed on family protocols for online and offline behavior, highlighting the portion about publicizing major life changes. It covered several pages, including security concerns and mitigations, press release review processes, and approved media channels. She'd also included the address of a commcard printer in Europa City, not that Emile had made it there yet.

Cylus studied him with amused interest. "You seem like a proper young man. Hard to imagine you doing too much ruffling. What got you in trouble?"

"An... indiscretion. During my Reterra last week." Emile stalled with a deep drink of water, wincing as frigid cubes threatened to tumble out onto his face. He much preferred his family's practice of chilling beverages prior to serving them. "Have, ah, you ever been?"

"To Old Earth? Haven't had the pleasure. What's it like?"

A smiling server arrived with their wine, leaving Emile time to consider. His eyes lingered on the cascade of red liquid into their glasses, a sight familiar as home, as his memory ranged over the two weeks he'd spent being ferried about Old Earth with a collection of other well-off visitors from across the galaxy.

As the server retreated, leaving two generous pours and the bottle behind, Emile spoke again. "It was beautiful, what I saw of it. They flew us over all the most famous preserves, mountains and forests and grasslands and deserts... like nothing I've ever seen. But they don't take you down into them, which makes sense given the regulations, but I felt so... removed." They'd flown over some of the old ruined cities, too: drowned, or burned, or starved, in the long, bleak era when Terra's population had dropped from billions to its remaining few, heavily regulated millions. The others on the tour had regarded the ruins with the same mild excitement they'd shown for any of the natural wonders, which had left Emile feeling quietly uncomfortable. He sipped the wine to distract himself from the complicated knot of feelings in his chest; it tasted good, mellow and warm with an undercurrent of spice. "But the ocean!" His heart soared and twisted at the memory. "We spent three days on a boat around these remote islands, which was amazing. Have you ever heard of snorkeling?"

Cylus hadn't. Before Emile realized it, he'd finished his glass, waxing rhapsodic about the experience. He'd been one of few on the trip who knew how to swim, and never more grateful for it than when stroking through rock arches and exploring strange stony landscapes below the waves.

But then he paused, sorrow surging through him. "It's so sad, though," he said, voice sinking to a whisper. "It used to all be alive, you know? You can see the echoes of it; shells and skeletons and dead reefs. I've seen vids of how it used to be, before the last mass marine extinction and the resulting... conservation efforts. Now, at least where we were, it was so... empty." Even some of the fallen cities had looked more alive, green with plants reclaiming spaces humans had been forced to abandon.

Silence fell between them for a moment, Cylus studying him over a half-empty glass. "Anyway," Emile continued, a wave of self-consciousness rushing him forward, "We ended up in New Singapore, which is where Brenn and I..." He hadn't meant to mention Brenn. But the experience felt tangled inside him, and he ached to talk about it to someone who wasn't a member of his family. For all he knew, Cylie and everyone else at the University had seen the post already, like the leader of the boys he'd fallen in with after convocation had. Maybe all his prevarication was for nothing. "We... connected, and then got gendermarks together. Then a picture of us got posted on Now, and went... a little viral. And that's how my family found out."

"Ahh," Cylie nodded, refilling Emile's glass without evidence of recognition. "Are they strict about that kind of thing?"

"Not about gendermarks or anything weird like that. My eldest sister got one younger than me. And my third-sib..." Emile recalled Dion's reply to Lyonesse's stern message, perfectly calculated to draw their mother's ire. Dion had taken a series of pictures at a club, surrounded by scantily clad celebrants with left ears pierced but empty. All their gendermark earrings hung from the ornate tunnel plug stretching Dion's left lobe: an assortment of triangles, diamonds, and circles overlapping in various orientations. Dion's note had read: Congrats, little brother! I wanted to follow your example but couldn't decide which gender this time. Think I should hold a public poll??? "Well, they change marks often. It's that my family is..." Once again, he teetered on the brink of dropping his surname; once again, he swallowed it. "...kind of private."

Obfuscation always felt awkward in his mouth. He hadn't thought twice before sharing his family name with the other members of his Reterra tour group. But he'd discovered how the very presence of that name drew conversations into inexorable orbit around the world Emile had spent his whole life deciding, with great reluctance, to leave. And then Brenn, who'd seemed more interested in him than his name, had... Well. Mother seemed sure Brenn had sold the image to the outlet that published it, but maybe someone had harvested it from a more private gallery. After all, Emile hadn't told him to keep it secret or anything.

"Does that mean I shouldn't ask anything more about them? I confess I'm terribly curious now, but I wouldn't want to get you in more trouble."

Cylus' teasing tone made Emile want to keep talking, despite everything. "Well, I'm the youngest of seven..."

Another member of the waitstaff appeared as if sent to spare Emile from his own incipient folly, carrying a plate of the flaky pastries that were the café's specialty. "What about you, though?" Emile asked as he cut one of them open, salivating at the scent from within. The first bite, chased with a sip of wine, sent his eyes rolling back in his head for a moment before he collected himself. A spring-harvest white from home would have been Emile's choice to accompany fish, but the red Cylus had chosen earlier matched better than Emile had expected with the vivid seasonings, creamy sauce, and finely chopped celery and lotus root rounding out the fish pastries. He swallowed, cheeks warming to notice Cylie watching him, and remembered to finish his question. "What's your family like?"

Cylus had a twin sister, it turned out; they were traveling performers, which sounded terribly romantic to Emile. He'd always wanted to see the Masked Parade in person, and Cylus said that he and Cynthia had even traveled with them for a time. Before he could ask more about that, though, Cylus shared that they were visiting to decide if they wanted to go to the University too. When Emile volunteered that he was only just starting there himself, Cylus had leaned forward with obvious interest, veering their conversation into the minutiae of the application and admissions process.

By the time Cylus seemed satisfied with that topic, they'd finished the bottle of wine and half a dozen of the buttery, spicy fish rolls. Emile had grown up sipping at his parents' table and had body mass to handle his drink, but by now even he was starting to feel altered.

Though he had enough self awareness left to attribute some of that feeling to how Cylus' eyes kept lingering on his.

"So, Emile," Cylus asked as he refilled Emile's glass from a freshly arrived bottle, "What made you decide to go to Europa University?"

Emile couldn't help thinking back to convocation that afternoon, and the dean's opening address. Yours are the minds that will guide the future of this system, and perhaps this galaxy. And we at Windfall's Europa University will be with you every step of the way.

Emile hadn't come to Europa to guide the future of the galaxy. Right now he was struggling to guide his own eyes, which kept wandering along the curve of pale hair at the edge of Cylus' jaw. "Well... my sister Valerie... she went here. Did really well. She's amazing. She helped convince my parents it might... I don't know, awaken something in me? Not like that​," he groaned when Cylus snickered. "My mother literally just..." He'd almost said sent me of our family rules of conduct, the sort of comment almost as bad as dropping his family name. "... Reminded me to behave, after the whole... gendermark incident."

"What kind of misbehavior is she worried about? That kind of 'incident' doesn't seem like it'd come up too often, except maybe for someone like your third-sib." Cylus' tone was light, but his gaze held a sharp edge of interest.

That edge sent pleasant shivers through him; words spilled before he thought better of them. "They... don't love either of my longer term sweethearts." Xiomara, too threatening; Marc, from the wrong class. "And on top of that, our family... entertains a lot of guests, and I was supposed to help out. But I kept... Entangling with the guests. Sometimes more than one... on the same night. At the same time."

"Sounds like a perk more than a problem, if you ask me." The warm lack of surprise in Cylus' smile filled Emile's body with champagne bubbles, as did his lack of dismay at Emile's mention of other lovers.

"It wasn't always sex, even!" Emile continued, buoyed by that lightness. He really ought to ask if Cylus was making an advance. "I like... talking with people." Despite what his array of sexual encounters might suggest, Emile had often been told that he was flirting when he hadn't intended to, and equally often his own attempts at flirtation passed unnoticed. He was worse still at recognizing when people were flirting with him. It all ran together in his mind, a blurry continuum of interaction that seemed to have clear demarcations for everyone else. "But Mother's always telling me to think more about others' judgments. How they might harm me, or the family. She's been in PR for a long time, since before any of us were born. I guess it's hard for her not to think about it. But I'm not good at living that way. I just want to..."

The world seemed to contract around the two of them, a bubble of warm stillness.

"I just want to connect," Emile said softly, meeting Cylie's eyes for an instant before averting his gaze into the depths of his wineglass. "With people, and with the world."

Memories swept through him. Home: the tannic taste of first-harvest grapes, seeds slick against his tongue; the warmth of an apple tree trunk against his back as he tinkered with a damaged drone harvester; the scent of crushed green as his father culled unwelcome evidence of their planet's lingering wildness. Xiomara's firm touches; Marc's gentle, enveloping embrace. And more recently, the weightlessness of water; the dance of sunlight on stone; the feeling of earth between his fingers and the sting in his earlobe and the weight of Brenn's arm slung around his shoulders.

His hand fell away from his wine glass, palm upward on the table between them. "So I... I'd really like to know whatever you'd like to share about yourself," Emile finished, self consciousness creeping in again. "Because I also like to talk about myself, apparently. Far too much."

The touch of Cylus' fingers on his hand brought his eyes back up with a jolt. Something in Cylus' expression seemed... open, in a way it hadn't before. "Alright, then. Do you want to hear about the time my sister and I performed on the promenade of Vega Station?"

Emile, savoring the warmth of Cylie's hand against his, wanted nothing more.

The conversation flowed from there, melting into an easy exchange of stories and reflections. All of Emile's were from home: enough interesting people came to Devigne's Paradise that, without naming names, he managed to at least keep up with Cylie's array of far-flung adventures: from an asteroid colony in a distant system, to the crowded streets of Titan, to a harrowing visit to a volcanic planet on the verge of reclamation. As Emile listened, he remembered how Cylus' hand had closed on his shoulder, earlier; the way those fingers had curled against his waist while he was doing tricks with his knives. How fast those transparent blades had spun, how close, while Cylus wove words into the most beautiful shapes...

Across the table, Cylus' mellifluous voice paused.

Emile jolted, realizing he'd practically fallen into a trance; lost in the rhythm of words to the point he'd stopped absorbing their content. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," he gushed, searching for Cylus' expression in the dim cafe light. He needed to clean his glasses; pulling his hand back and retrieving a cloth from his breast pocket, he did so frantically. "I, I drifted away, there! You have such a wonderful voice." No, that was too forward for having just utterly lost the thread of conversation. "I, uh, please, would you be so kind as to repeat the last bit of your story?"

Fumbling spectacles back onto his face, he blinked to find Cylus laughing softly, something new in his eyes.

Something warm, and wicked.

"You're sweet." Cylus drained scarlet dregs from his wineglass without releasing Emile's gaze. "Being flustered looks good on you."

Without thinking, Emile picked up the wine bottle, angling it above Cylus' glass in unspoken offer. Cylus' smile widened, head inclining approval. Emile's next words spilled from his lips as inexorably as the pouring wine. "You're beautiful. Anything would look good on you." Only the truth. Cylus' dress was plain, the same flat gray trousers-and-shirt that Emile had noticed on a number of people in both the Terran and Europan spaceports. Perhaps some widely available matter-printer pattern? Regardless, those plain garments did nothing to diminish the force of his appearance: delicate features, soft-swept hair, and those slender-fingered hands, which had moved with such precise confidence. His skin looked untouched by sunlight in a way that Emile had never seen before leaving home, almost worryingly pale. But paired with his platinum hair and those striking amethyst eyes, Emile found the full effect eerily beautiful.

Cylus snickered, breaking Emile from another momentary reverie. "Really thought you were about to drop a line, there." When Emile blinked, confused, Cylus leaned forward, lowering his voice. "You know, 'anything would look great, nothing would look even better'?"

Emile flushed, shifting with sudden awareness of how wet he was. "I mean, I'm certain that's true, but I, um, didn't think of it and also I wouldn't want to be impolite..."

"Don't worry." Cylus smiled over the rim of his glass, licking a trace of red off his lips. "You've been very polite. Lucky for you..." Pressure ghosted against his calf. Emile nearly jumped from the padded booth seat. "...I'm not." The contact firmed, sliding upward: Cylus' foot, teasing the inside of Emile's knee.

Emile's breath sped.

Cylus' foot stilled, maintaining a light contact that felt like it was drawing all of Emile's blood down towards it. "Now, if I promise I won't consider it rude," Cylus swirled his glass, scarlet liquid dancing in lazy circles, "Would you like to try your line again? If you really want to be proper," Cylus' long lashes lowered, periwinkle shadowing into indigo, "You can work in a please."

"Please," Emile breathed without further thought. "Would you..." The touch against his knee intensified, pressing outward. He let it move his leg apart from its opposite, cheeks burning hot. Cylus' eyes seemed to swallow the world as that pressure shifted to Emile's inner thigh.

Emile let the first words that reached his tongue come tumbling out. "Please would you show me how those knives work?"

Cylus' touch on his leg froze.

Between heartbeats, Emile lived and died a hundred lifetimes. Why that question? Why not the line Cylus had offered him? Everything had been going so wonderfully...

This time, Cylus' laughter was no soft, seductive thing, but a burst of amusement that shocked Emile's heart into beating again. "You..." Cylus just managed to set his wine down without spilling it, bending over the table and muffling a delightfully undignified series of snorts and gasps with one hand. The touch on Emile's thigh vanished, and his whole body lamented its departure. But Cylus' overflowing mirth replaced its command of his attention.

Emile's face split into a grin so wide it hurt. In that moment, he would have said or done anything in his power, if it meant he would hear Cylus laugh like this again.

As Cylus regained control of his breath, Emile seized the wave of exhilaration and rode it through his next few words: "And also please tell me we're flirting and I'm not imagining it because I also would love to see you in anything you want, including nothing. If that's something you'd like too. P-please."

That set Cylus laughing again, which felt so good that Emile found himself able to sit comfortably with the near-agonizing fact that Cylus hadn't actually answered him yet.

"Oh," Cylus managed at last, wiping his eyes with the same red silk scarf he'd conjured earlier. "People underestimate you, don't they, Emile?"

"Sometimes," Emile admitted, suddenly shy. "You too?"

Cylus smiled and slid out of the booth in one graceful motion, standing and extending a hand towards Emile. "Well, I can't do either of those fascinating things you requested here, can I? I don't suppose you know anywhere that's good for a more... private conversation?"

It was only after he'd paid and followed Cylus out the door that he realized Cylus had deflected his last question with two others.

That counted, Emile told himself—hand exquisitely enfolded by Cylus' warm, dexterous fingers, the street air cool against his flushed face— as the best kind of answer: the kind that trusts the listener to figure it out themself.

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[cartooncadet666]

His Voice

It seemed like a fairly normal afternoon in Pac-Opolis, her and her two best friends in the whole world had just recently finished a ghost attack and were helping around the city for people that may have had their cars flipped over or some that were still afraid to go outside. She was watching as Pac was gently consoling a little girl and making sure that she was okay before taking her to her mother..

That always made her heart feel warm, seeing Pac be so careful when children are around him. The little girl let out one final sniffle before hugging the yellow one with a relieved smile, he of course returned the gesture and whispered something to her to make her giggle.

Both Cyli and Spiral let out warm smiles after seeing the girl be more relaxed because of their yellow friend, both walking behind him to see the little girl still waving at the bright hero before grabbing the hand of her grateful mother.

"Bro one of these days, you're going to make us cry seeing your interactions with these kids." Spiral joked, Pac and Cylindria laughed lightly at the remark.

"Aw come on, it's the least I can do. Besides, the poor guys are probably really scared, the last thing I want is for them is to be constantly afraid in their childhood." The thought of that made Pac frown, wishing that the ghosts were still trapped so people wouldn't have to be scared anymore.

"Some things just can't be controlled Pac, but it's nice that you're still trying to make sure people relax afterwards. I've seen the PPC do a not-so-great job at that.." Cylindria winced.

In the meantime, they decided to keep a lookout for anyone else who needs help, looking on every block to see someone struggling, but surprisingly, it's was like everything seemed fine.. too fine..

In fact, the city seemed so empty if it wasn't for the boys walking ahead of her.

"Hey, do you think we should head to Pac In It Burger? I'm starving!" Spiral asked, looking straight ahead but turning his body to look at the yellow one.

"Oof.. yeah, I could use some food right about now." Pac replied.

Were the other two not aware that it almost seemed too empty in the city right now? What's going on?

Her thoughts were interrupted when dark clouds started to form over the sun, which was strange since it was supposed to be sunny all evening.. The light rays from the sun were blocked off completely, and wind had started to pick up.

There was a sudden sound that was similar to a radio playing in the distance, and her watch was scrolling and glitching by itself, despite how much she clicked on it trying to get it to stop.

She tried to shake it off and catch up with the other two, and again, they seemed perfectly fine, just talking away as if none of this was even happening.

Cylindria decided to put her watch away, loosening the strip and sliding it off her wrist, whatever was bugging on it she could inspect it later. But then on the little screen, she saw her messaging contacts open.

She tried clicking on the buttons repeatedly to pause the action or at least slow it down, but it was to no use. She saw the scroll bar quickly go down before raising back up a little, pressing on Skeebo's contact. The glitching pixels and black bars still reappearing and disappearing every millisecond.

'Wait.. Skeebo? But he's-' Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw a spamming of messages go through her watch, asking if she was 'watching' or 'listening'... For what though?? She didn't know.

The pink Pac-Worlder looked up to see Spiral and Pac waiting for her, a normal smile on their faces.. what the hell is happening.

"C'mon Cyli." Was the only thing Spiral said before turning around, Pac doing the exact same thing.

Cylindria swallowed a lump in her throat and put away her still glitching and spamming watch, as it played a creepy melody too loud for her to focus, trying to get her to look at her watch again, but she persisted to keep ignoring it.

... However...

The pink Pac-Worlder heard a familiar voice, but she felt as if it wasn't him...

"CYLINDRIA, DON'T. DON'T FOLLOW THAT. LISTEN TO ME, THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS."

"CYLI. THAT'S NOT MY VOICE, DON'T FOLLOW IT, PLEASE."

The pigtailed girl started slowly moving towards the strange black rip in the surface, turning back to see Spiral and Pac hunched over ragdoll style, as if whatever puppet strings they were on were let go by the wood.

She turned back, her joints shaking in place as she listened to the voice she believed to be her ex... Who had died. All the while her watch kept spamming the messages.

It didn't matter though, her fingers were becoming loose, dropping the watch to the ground and continuing to move forward.

It was as if the voice was fake, laid on top of someone else's, trying to lure her in knowing how much the victim meant to her. No danger could be felt, the sounds of an old familiar voice was always the worst kind of manipulator.

As Cyli touched the black and shadowy portal, a clawed hand grabbed her by the wrist forcefully, as she screamed, the voice was replaced by distorted laughter.

.... The next thing Cyli knew when she awoke, Sherri above her sleeping soundly... Was that she didn't remember what Skeebo sounded like anymore.

[khaosmaker713]

Just found out about @ribbondee's Twisted Fate AU and decided to get my silly little oc Katie involved (if this is weird and doesn't fit into the lore I can edit this or take it down if the creator wants me to).

Katie Time babyyyyyy

For Katie's backstory, she fought for the good guys alongside Cyli and Spiral but died in battle, got turned into a ghost, and mildly torments Pac. Katie likes to goof off and tease Pac, but usually hides when Betrayus or someone else comes because no one knows Katie's a ghost yet except for Pac. Katie as a ghost is more neutral in the whole fighting and stuff going on.

Edit: Read the fic, Epilouge Katie:

Katie got her body back!!! Well, not 100%. He's got some prosthetics because some of her limbs were blown off in explosions and stuff. (full left arm, full right leg, and bottom part of the left leg). Still torments Pac but in a more friendly way because they're friends now. Can't do crazy ghost tricks but still likes to have fun.

[sremagx3soy]

> I gave me Cheater a redesign and some friends. :]

> Meet the DESKTOP BAND! The music group of the internet. :]

Basic info: The "Desktop Band" are a group of musicians on the web and their existence is purely digital.

Cir's info: A cheery and care-free girl made mainly of circles, that's why her name includes "Cir". She's hyperactive, caring and extremely lovable, she believes there's good in everyone's heart. She's the "cheerleader" of the group and is always there for everyone if they're feeling down. She's female, her sexuality is pansexual and her pronouns are she/her.

Tring's info: A grumpy and sceptical boy made mainly of triangles, that's why his name includes "Tring". He's always on alert, a bit feral when it comes to people he doesn't like and quite aggressive. Unlike Cir, Tring trusts no-one, being very wary of the dangers of the internet, especially viruses and such. He can be a sweetheart when he wants to tho. He's male, his sexuality is straight ally and his pronouns are he/it.

Cyly's info: A shy and awkward boy made mainly of cylinders, that's why his name includes "Cyl". He's pretty shy most of the time, preferring that the other members start a conversation when they meet new friends. He's very sweet and understanding when you get to meet him tho, and he tends to get very attached to anyone he gets along with. Also, he's Cir's bf. He's male, his sexuality is bisexual and his pronouns are he/they.

Cheater's info: An introverted and lazy virus made mainly of squares, that's why they had "Squ" in their deadname. They're moody, depressed and anxious, being very gloomy and down compared to the others. Even so, they can express other emotions. Unlike the others, who are normal digital people, Cheater is a trojan virus. They were normal before, having black outlines and stuff, but their code was hacked by someone, turning Cheater into a virus. Even tho they're a virus now, Cheater doesn't do much chaos and their rampage started when they were out of control, which they healed from. Tring is very alert near them. They're non-binary, their sexuality is pansexual and their pronouns are they/he/it.

Dialogue lines:

Cir:

> Hai! :3

Tring:

> Yo! :>

Cyly:

> Howdy! :)

Cheater:

> Hi. :]

[twink-between-worlds]

Pls tell me what u think i need pear judgement (from person who thinks flora is a horrible friend) 

Modern fanfic

Residence of the triforce manor: 

  Time: owner and husband to malon

  Malon: wife of time 

  Impa: Times aunt ‘

  Twilight: 1st birth child

  Legend: 2nd birth child

  Wind: 3rd birth child

  Sky: 1st adopted child

  Warriors: 2nd adopted child

  Four: 3rd adopted child

  Hyrule: 4th adopted child 

  Wild: 5th adopted child

  Our secret life before you

  It was a beautiful day outside. People were gathered in the forest sitting on the marble white cloth covered chairs. Pink purple and yellow flowers were thrown and strung everywhere giving the white and green setting more color and life. The trek through the forest was magical and almost seemed like a fairytale. The family of the wife and groom sat in the front while all others scrounged for a good view.  The groom wore a traditional suite with embroidered dark grey designs and a gold outer lining. Rauru was standing there next to the groom and held a copy of the hylian bible. “Are you sure you're ready, there is no turning around you know.” Rauru whispered. Time sighed “Rauru if I wasn’t ready then why would I be standing here today?” He smiled shyly and waved to his best friend, and best man, sheik. sheik was melody's twin brother. Time had a multi-million dollar company which made people wonder why he decided to have their wedding in the woods. The truth was that Time grew up playing in the woods and his fiance thought it would be the perfect place in which it was. Everyone was anticipating the showing of the bride and when it was getting uncomfortable she finally came. She had long, apple red hair, sparkling cerulean eyes, and was wearing a flower-embroidered dress with pink hues and a diamond flower tiara. She was being escorted by her father who had tears in his eyes. As she walked up the aisle her father sat down and the ceremony had officially started.

The rings were a simple gold with a small ruby in the center. As they went on everyone smiled at how happy the couple seemed.“Do you, Time, take Malon as your wife and promise to care for her in sickness, child-birth, and life?” Rauru declared. “I do,” Time said. “Malon, do you take Time to be your husband and promise to care for him in sickness, work, and life?” Malon smiled brightly “I do.” Rauru closed the bible gently. “Then I now declare you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride. Time pulled his wife into a kiss while the crowd shot up and cheered. 

  The reception was full of games and photos. They danced to folk songs and had a wonderful time. Then they heard a ring from the guest of honor's table. Sheik had his glass raised, “I would like to make a toast.” Everyone settled down. “When I met Time he had ambitions. Of course I didn’t know that he would end up with the woman of his dreams, but I hope that they will be blessed with joy and happiness forever. Now to the happy couple we bless you in the name of god.” cheers spread from everywhere in the room. Jokes and laughter rang through the night. When the celebration was over and they were at Malons house to stay with her father for a little while they started planning what was next. They felt no need for a honeymoon because the ranch was perfect. After a couple months the house was ready. Of course Time kept it a surprise for his wife.

  Malon was blindfolded. Her husband guided her towards what he said was where their life would start. Her feet clopped as she walked down a cobblestone road. “Time where are you taking me?” Time chuckled. “You’ll see.” he opened the door and Malon heard their steps echoing. “Here we are.” he slowly removed the blindfold and Malon gasped. The floors were a white marble and stairs leading up to a balcony with gold trimmed handles. “Did you just buy us a mansion.?” she said. “You deserve everything love,” he replied, kissing her cheek. “Who else is staying with us?” She asked cyly “just Impa.” They walked around the house a few times to get used to the layout so they wouldn’t get lost. “So what'd ya think?” Time said. “It’s perfect.”

Oh!! Oh Anon i love it! I think it's good! It's really just—

It's very sweet and cute altogether 💞

[peachlolitasevillacourtstuff]

Stratos and Oona (story part 3)

* a full month had already passed since that half of the president's history, pac and his were still curious of who could have been Oona, the mother of cedrick, the afternoon began with pac in classes, waiting for them to end *

Cyli: pac you keep thinking about the president's story

Pac: if you leave me the doubt of your son's mother

Spiral: you could summarize it respectively, I was taking care of drick for a long hour, and I couldn't hear them ..

PAc: ok, after classes ..

* after finishing the lases, they took their flying skateboards, and headed towards the round house, at the same time cyli re-spi the story of Oona and stratos, spiral was somewhat shocked with the story, knowing that the president had They had a relationship that they did not know, when they arrived at the roundhouse Sir.c, together with fuzzbits, they found him doing a few cleaning tasks while he saw Pac and his group arriving at his lab *

Sir.c: hi guys how did you hurt?

PAc: very good sir cunference

Sir.c: ok, they came to hear the third part of the story right 

Cyli: of course because we would miss it.

* after another time, the boys and Sir.c went to the president's office, he was very unoccupied in his paperwork, pac approached with a curious look, which made the president uneasy *

Stratos: hello pacman, how can I help you?

Pac: I could finish his story about you and oona, now that you are unemployed and your son is in elementary school, can you tell us

Stratos: very well, I think the time is good ... going back to my story, I was on a medical appointment to have my wound checked, they prescribed some anti-inflammatory medications, I went to visit Oona at work but she was not there. Excuse me where is Oona winefrida?

Doctor: I don't know, sir, today you didn't report to work.

Stratos: oh something terrible had happened to him! * said nervously * 

Doctor: it is possible, it is not surprising that something like this happens to people, knowing what is currently happening

Stratos: OH GOD! EVEN SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN * said while thinking that it could be her brother who kidnapped her to make her suffer * I was worrying about her absence, I ran to the last place where she was last seen, some of her neighbors told me that all morning she had not been view.

PAc: oh my god!

Spiral: So did you find her or did they capture her !? * said nervously *  

Stratos: hehe, there is a clear spiral that I found, fortunately it was not captured by my evil brother. I had found her in her house the door of her apartment was open for some reason, when I saw some thick and smelly liquids, I came and heard some very bitter noises, at the same time moans. OONA! * he said screaming desperate and goes to the noises and finds oona in the bathroom in her pajamas a little dirty, and sleepy * Oona my god you're fine ..

Oona: WHO IS IT! * Said pointing a gun *

Stratos: oona it's me calm down! * Says as she lowers the gun *

Oona: stratos help me .. I don't know what happens to me * then she passes out *

Stratos: OONA!  

Cyli: wait a moment, dizziness, moans, fainting, then she

PAc, cyli, spiral and Sir.c: I WAS ALREADY PREGNANT!🤯 

Stratos: hehehe, what good fortune tellers are ...🤭Continuing with my story, I took oona to the emergency room, luckily the hospital was not far from her home, after several exams, spheria came to visit me at the same time as her brother-in-law zac, they had received my report that I would be assigned a tanot to mission they stepped aside and we started arguing

spheria: well stratos look nothing else that happens to you for lovebird ..

Stratos: Sergeant by faor in front of zac no .. * says very uncomfortable *

Zac: hahaha well look at nothing else stratos, without a doubt you are a romeo without windows ..

Stratos: shut up and what do you know about this 

Zac: I am married and I love my wife and son, and it is probably your turn to fight for something bigger than this war.🤗

Stratos: I don't understand

Zac: It is literally possible that you and that white sphere is ..

* then was uninterrupted by the doctor *

Doctor: pregnant, congratulations on oona, and who is the father ¬-¬

* both look at stratos *

Stratos: well it was my turn anyway .. hehe ..

zac: well well feicidades welcome to parenthood xD

stratos: (shit ...) that morning was horrible for me, I father, it was my first time in my life I never believed that something like this would happen to me, knowing of my mistakes of my fraternity I did not know what to do, nor did I want to repeat the mistakes from my father, but I had no other choice

PAc: and how my aunt handled it .. 

Stratos: Well, I was a soldier, and she was a nurse, and in those days it was not good to be in that condition to fight.

Oona: I didn't want to do this to you stratos, I just wanted to save you ..

Stratos: I understand what you wanted to do, and I thank you for saving me.

Oona: you will keep fighting ..

Stratos: very likely ..

Oona: and how will your brothers handle it? and your mother..

Stratos: I do not know, I think my sister will understand it very easily, I think it will not be possible to tell Betrayus and my mother ... she will be very disappointed very possibly. 

Oona: I'll help you handle it * he says taking his hands *

Stratos: * sighs thanks oona ... I don't know what I would do without you .. * she said while touching her belly *

Pac, cyli, spiral and Sir.c: AAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW !!!    

Stratos: hahaha, you never change, months passed since the news, I took over oona like any man, we were winning the war against betrayus, and Oona was already in an advanced state of gestation ..

Baby pac: grrrrrr!

Sunny: hahaha pac, you don't growl at oona she has a baby in the pansa .. x3

Oona: hehe how cute is your baby ...

Sunny: it is incredible that after three years he continues to growl at strangers, especially the white spheres .. xD

Oona: I can imagine it ..

Sunny: how do you plan to call your baby?

Oona: I spoke with stratos, we are not sure if cleyssi if it is a girl or cedrick if it is a boy

Sunny: go those names are from your place of origin?

Oona: yes hehe, boy did you guess, cleyssi means "queen of the woods" because of the appointment he and I had, and cedrick means leader in battle "leader in battle" since straos does some good leadership .. x3

Sunny: aaaaaaawww .. you are so detailed

* stratos, zac, spheria and Sir.c arrive *

Stratos: hello oona, how have you been: D

Oona: very well literally

spheria: stop loving giggles let's go with the important thing * she says interrupting her conversation * in the last platoons, witnesses have been heard that there are underground bombs in the battlefields, what is more worrying is that a testimony reported that they have updated a new, being more powerful and sensitive .. 

Zac: god so bad

Sir.c: that commander is a psychopath ..

Stratos: because I have to be his brother .. * says disappointed *  

Sir.c: life can take a lot of turns old friend ..

Stratos: but .. forget it, fate is cruel even for those who once loved ..

Oona: * soba her shoulder * stop worrying, it makes you feel worse ..

Stratos: thanks ..

Sir.c: good and what do you have ..

Spheria: It is possible that the following platoons may have fallen further, but we must continue fighting for freedom and justice * he says inspiringly *

Sir.c: I will give more effort in my inventions, in order to continue winning the war ...>: D

spheria: that is how Sir.c speaks ...

stratos: I am in a war bigger than this .. and it is to give the best future to my future offspring ..

spheria: if you want you can continue to be with your beloved and your baby, the child will need a father ..

Stratos: if I will ... her words inspired me enough to move forward together with my beloved.

Cyli: And when did you have cedrick?

stratos: well she was already 7 months in the middle, and we were already winning the war, and my son was born a week before my brother died

Sir.c: wait a minute that was not born two months after that ..?  

Stratos: well .. hehe

Sir.c: now that I remember it .. your son could not be born so late, something is not sounding right to me ...

Pac: Mr. President, is there something you don't want to talk about?

Stratos: ... me! I ... OH! Look what hours it is time to pick up my son from school, hahaha I am distracted, tell my story made me lose time so fast! 

spiral: but mr president! 

Stratos: no buts guys, I'm going to have my son picked up, and besides remember that I have more paperwork to do  * says as he withdraws from nowhere * 

ac, cyli, spiral and Sir.c: .......... :v?

Continue...

[ribbondee]

UPDATE:

Came up with some more lore bits, buckle up.

Sir C (or should I say Mr C because he never had a chance to be knighted) is still alive in this universe, being held prisoner and forced to make things for Betrayus and his army. But he's still very clever, and perhaps might find a way to escape...

The would-have-been ghost gang had to take care of Pac when he was little. It was... challenging. Also since I headcanon they were all around 15 when Pac was a baby, they'd be around 30 in the present day. Dang.

There are some amusing bits in this dark AU, mostly about Betrayus learning how to be a dad (he had to change his first diaper. Hoo boy.)

Sometimes Betrayus thinks about his late brother and mother. Part of him feels guilty, part of him is glad they're gone. It's very complicated.

Cyli and Spiral DO exist in this AU, but they are part of the Neo Resistance, an underground group that seeks to end Betrayus' reign of terror. Same also applies to Elli (she's not going to be Pac Tokyo for plot purposes lel :P)

There's this whole thing where young Pac shows Betrayus genuine love and affection in the form of hugging him and calling him daddy, at first Betrayus doesn't know how to react as no one has acted that way towards him before.

Toddler Pac: *Hugging Betrayus* "I wuv you, daddy!"

Betrayus: *is unsure how to react, gets overwhelmed with emotion and cries*

Now, about the young heir...

To start us off, let's just say he gives a whole new literal meaning to the term 'Pac Brat'. In other words, he's a brat. He's your typical punk teenager, edgy and with an attitude. He can also be described as spoiled. He isn't too popular with Betrayus' forces, thanks to his bratty attitude and antics.

Of course being a dictator tends to Keep Betty busy so he can't spend as much time with Pac as he'd like. When this happens, Pac likes to go bother the Butthead twins. Buttler (I guess that'll be his literal first name in this universe lol) doesn't mind, while Buttocks constantly has to kick the young heir out of his lab.

A plot idea I got:

Pac eventually falling for Cyli who is on the enemy side, AND he finds out that Betrayus killed his parents in cold blood and gets hella pissed, which leads him to turn against Betrayus and join the Neo Resistance. As a consequence, he is forced to fight against his own adoptive father and gets served a huge slice of humble pie in the process.

Character development is key in this story.

I'm blank on ending ideas, except for the fact that it's highly likely Betrayus will end up dying. That's all I got :/

Also check out this fanart of the AU I got! It's by @toad-in-a-trenchcoat

It's of the Pac Brat himself, the heir to the throne! Seriously, I am in love with this.

PMATGA AU Concept: Twisted Fate

This is something I randomly made up on a whim, so it's still in beta form and will be updated accordingly.

This is essentially a bad ending AU where Betrayus actually ended up being victorious during the Pac World Wars, taking over Pac World in the process. The lives of the Resistance were snuffed out, including Spheria, Stratos, and Pac's Parents.

When it comes to Spheria, Betrayus was originally going to let her live, offering to let her be his queen and 'would give her anything her heart desired'. Of course she refused, and in a fit of rage he snapped and ended up killing her. It is notably the only time Betrayus has ever felt genuine remorse over killing someone, especially considering how many innocent lives were lost because of him.

Rather than simply have his enemies turned into ghosts, he took it a step further- after their souls were ripped from their bodies, he crushed their eyes to make sure they were destroyed for good (eyes ARE the window to the soul after all). He even did this with his own brother.

Upon hearing about this, Rotunda almost immediately died of a grief induced heart attack both at the death of her son and because of the monster Betrayus had truly become.

Also for whatever reason, Betrayus didn't have it in him to kill baby Pac, possibly out of regret for killing Spheria, young Pac being the only thing left of her family-wise. He ends up taking in and raising the yellow orb as his own to be his heir, and in spite of his best efforts he ends up getting attached to little Pac anyway.

Also yes due to being raised by Betrayus, Pac is gonna be evil in this AU.

As for what a world ruled by Betrayus is like... it ain't pretty. Basically it's quite a bit like the Alternate Dimension Phineas and Ferb visited in that one movie.

However, there is still some subtle resistance in secret, so all hope may not be lost after all...

[thenonehater]

Pressure

Pac didn’t like lying to his friends,but he didn’t like being overwhelmed even more. As he walked down the maze of Maze Prep high school in the night he, could only think of how this started. ___ “You ready Pacster ?” Pac looked towards his friend who had interrupted him from , his book( Grimm Tales hey he liked the classics) , then looked back down at the story book. Hesitantly he responded “ I don’t actually think i'm going to the dance Spy, I just want to relax and read my book,” he lifted his book for exaggeration “ That and I have bit of a headache” The lie of headache came out to flawless, to perfected. Though to his relief Spiral seemed to have bought it though, clearly disappointed by that fact he would staying in the dorm tonight. Spiral let out a jagged sigh “Okay, bro just promise me you’ll get better kay ?” A smile slowly spread from Pac’s lips “ Only if you, promise to get some sweet pics of you and Cylie!” “Dude , you know it! See ya later Pacster!” As Spiral made his way towards the door Pac, watched his every step to the door and out of it. ‘Finally’ thought Pac as he laid back down on his bed ‘Just me and this book’ Though to Pac’s dismay he couldn’t enjoy it, It seemed everything just started to seem uncomfortable. The bed he was laying on was to lumpy or the higher up above him were too loud. The whole thing seemed to just be wrong. So on whim he did what he thought was right, that was to take a power berry and float down from his third story room with his book. As he floated down he could feel the mid spring heat in the air it was nice. So as not to be seen Pac walked towards the maze behind the ,school and troll through and read his book. Walking through the maze Pac became more and more immersed in his book. He had finally gotten to the chapter about the singing bone, he particularly liked this story because of the dynamics and how it reminded him of President Spheros and his brother. That's when he heard it,humming. The first thought thing that had popped into his head was,to dodge and hide behind a nearby hedge. Slowly but surely as not to get caught Pac crawled through the hedge following only the sound of the humming,when it stopped. Pac froze, had been caught ? Soon his question was answered. “You, can come out now I know you're there.” Pac’s eyes had widened he knew that voice, more importantly he knew who it belonged to Betrayus. Hundreds of thoughts had flooded Pac’s mind such as why was Betrayus there ? Was he planning on destroying the school ? Was this a trap ? IN an attempt to calm himself he reached for his power berries but to no avail , while grabbing them his book and container fell to the ground. Now he was here in the hedge his hideaway given away,before he could do anything Betrayus’ clawed glove grabbed the berries and book. “So you like, Grimm tales to huh Pacpest ?” he said it so calmly it almost disturbed Pac, did Betrayus not realize Pac could swallow him up and spit out his eyes right now? He was about to jump out when the same gloved hand outreached for him, and helped him out of the hedge. WHen Pac was safely on the the ground , Pac looked up and Betrayus with eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here Betrayus ?” his tone harsh. Betrayus eyebrows raised “Figure the same as you, we’re tired and we don’t want to deal with anybody. So how about a deal ?” Pac looked at him searching for any sign of Betrayus’ usually ticks to show he was lying, though relaxed somewhat none had showed itself. “What kind of deal ?” PAc asked the hesitance clearly displayed in his voice. “Once a week ? Yeah once a week me and you put our differences aside, and just relax and talk. Though no talk of our planes or of you being famous or me being your mortal enemy or king of anything. So sound like a deal?” Betrayus hand was outstretched to show how to the deal should be sealed. Pac slowly raised his hand and shook, and that was that. With that Pac sat next to Betrayus and started to talk to him about the book and having Betrayus identify the words he didn’t know. Pac knows he should feel guilty about this and gobble up Betrayus but he didn’t. __ Pac liked the arrangement him and Betrayus had. It had been like this for months, it was relaxing and he shut out the thoughts of being famous and a hero. Once Pac turned the corner he was snapped out of his thoughts. There next to Betrayus was little table with a bright neon yellow tablecloth, on top was a cake and one present. Pac raised his eyebrow at the sight and next to to the table was a very smug look on his face. “Betrayus ?” If even possible Betrayus smile became even wider “Did you really think I wouldn’t know that today, was your birthday lemon drop ?” Pac was taken back by the statement he had completely forgotten today was his birthday. That's when it came back to him, that was why everyone was avoiding him, a surprise party. But what shocked him the most was he would prefer this instead of being around everyone else. Pac smiled, and spoke “ Honestly I forgot. But why don’t we get this party started huh dad ?” Pac walked past a very shocked Betrayus, frozen in place. Betrayus looked at Pac who by, the looks of it didn't even realize what he said as he took the present off the table. Betrayus then looked at him smiling again. “Yeah,sure Pac.”

[afleetofships]

How about Cylindria/Cherry, when they've run for class president in the show.

So this confused me for about 5 seconds, because I didn’t know who Cherry was, but then it became quite obvious to me when I watched the episode in question. Yes, yes. I love this idea very, very much.

The episode in question is Peace Without Slime, and to clear up any confusion (as I had), her name is Sherry. [Though her color would make a convincing argument of being named Cherry.]

Anyways, enjoy!

Cylindria stood in the hallway talking to a few of her school friends. Pacman and Spiral had already made their way to the cafeteria, and everyone else that was around turned to do the same. Cylindria said goodbye to her friends and was about to go grab some lunch herself, but was quickly stopped.

“Hey, Cyli,” she said.

Cylindria quickly turned towards the voice, grinning as she recognized her friend Sherry. “Sherry! How are you doing? I didn’t see you in class earlier.”

Sherry nodded her head and gave a small smile, revealing a glint of her braces. “They pulled me to the office and briefed me on class president stuff for the past few hours. It’s only my first day and it already sounds so complicated.”

Cylindria nodded her head and held her hand open in front of herself. “Well, it’s like you said, it is only your first day. You’ll get used to it, and by the time you graduate, you’ll be a natural!”

Sherry had been looking down to the ground, but quickly looked up after Cylindria finished speaking. “You really think so, Cyli?”

“Of course I do,” Cylindria said, crossing both of her hands together.

Sherry’s smile grew and she rubbed the back of her head. “Gosh... I really appreciate it, Cyli. I still can’t believe that you said all of those things about me yesterday. I never thought anyone would think of me as smart.”

Cylindria quickly reached forward and gently rubbed Sherry’s arm. “I meant every word, Sherry. I...” Cylindria considered her words. “I know I spend a lot of my time with Pacman and Spiral with all of the ghost stuff, but I like spending time with you, too. Because you are smart... and kind, and just overall a good friend. I wouldn’t have made you my campaign manager or recommended you for the position if I didn’t think you were any less... well, special.”

Sherry nervously ran her hand down the lower side of her ponytail. “Wow...” Sherry forced herself to stop stroking her ponytail, quickly realizing that she was drawing attention to her anxious movements. She kept her hands still at the base of her sphere. “C-cyli...” Sherry looked around to see if anyone was around. The hallway was empty. “Can I ask you something?”

Cylindria blinked, noticing Sherry get suddenly nervous. “Yes, Sherry. What is it?”

“Well...” Sherry’s fingers mingled with each other as she looked down at her palm. “Apparently every year, the new class president gets to go to a free dinner with the principal. And they’re allowing me to bring a plus-one... o-or a date, I guess.” Sherry put her hands behind her back as she worked up the courage to look Cylindria in the eye. “I was wondering if you would like to be my date.”

Cylindria stood there silently for a moment. She never expected this from Sherry... but definitely welcomed it. A soft smile rose on her face as she leaned forward and planted a small kiss on Sherry’s cheek. “I would love to be your date, Sherry.”

Sherry placed her hands on her cheeks, feeling a lot of heat rush to them. She was very thankful that her color covered most of her blush. “I-I’ll let them know then. I’ll give you the details after school.” Sherry looked around, feeling especially flustered. “I-I think they want me back now. I’ll see you after school, Cyli.” Sherry shuffled down the hallway, trying to look normal as she exited the area.

[ell-arts]

Dragons of Black, Gold, and Crimson

Remember that poll I put out some time ago of whether or not I should draw a map of the Netherworld or draw the main trio as dragons?

Well :)

I'm putting the (apparently-very-difficult-to-make) map on the backburner and dove into this piece. It's been sitting around unfinished for too long and I finally got around to it.

I've wanted to draw the Pac trio as dragons for a while now, so this was quite fun! Some of the details in their designs might get tweaked, but overall very happy with how this turned out. I decided to give them their own dragon-sounding names too, each starting with the same letter that their original names started with.

So, meet Cevaali, Pavalon, and Soverik. Check below for individual close-ups and design info!

Pac - Right off the bat I knew he was going to be a golden dragon. I wanted his horns to look extravagant but also fit with the golden theme, so I tried to make his horns kinda resemble fire. The final touch was making the horn/crest on his nose form the Pacman symbol, cuz why not :D

Spiral - He was the most difficult one to design, because I knew I wanted to give him spiraling/curly horns, but had a hard time making them look right. That, and blue and red are QUITE tricky to work with as a colour palette - they are naturally opposite colours, so certain hues can clash weirdly. Out of all the designs, Spiral's is the most likely one to get tweaked. But I am keeping the little "beard" spikes on his chin >:D

Cyli - I wanted something a bit different and overtly gothic for her design, something a bit more mysterious and spooky. So I made her all-black with just a few pink accents, BUT I also liked the idea of modeling her head to look skull-like. So, Dragon Cyli does not have any eyes or nostrils, just a blip of burning light in her eye sockets that acts as pupils. She can still see and smell clearly though because ✨dragon magic✨

All three of their dragon names don't mean anything in particular, I just came up with ones that sound draconic enough :) Here's how to pronounce them: Cevaali (Suh-vaa-lee), Pavalon (Path-a-lon), Soverik (Sov-er-rick, first five letters rhyme with sovereign).

[coricatchthorne]

Emile's Antics: Teaser Excerpt

Before I share the first chapter of Emile's Antics on Monday, here’s a little excerpt to give you a first taste of my messy, kinky, smutty t4t romance :)

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Cylus began to trick, rolling his butterfly knife open and closed, open and closed, around and above his hand, short tosses into the air.

"Now imagine, if you will, that you are a cloud in the Jovian atmosphere. You are surrounded by ceaseless storms and shifting pressures." He matched the cadence of his words to the rhythm of his knifework. His other hand gripped firm on Emile's shoulder, trying to ignore its warmth against his palm. "Spiraling... swirling... ebbing and flowing... twisting and turning... at the mercy of the winds around you." His blade sped ever faster; a whirlwind to cover his rising panic. Why had he chosen this analogy? Everything he knew about Jupiter's atmosphere he'd learned less than forty-eight hours ago. But he was in it now; nothing for it but to keep his voice and blade in motion. "Cyclones, jet streams, ceaseless circulation..."

Emile's body relaxed under Cylus' hand on his shoulder. A glance at the rest of his audience found their eyes wide; falling, finally, under his spell. 

In an alchemic instant, Cylie's panic transmuted into confidence, the unshakeable certainty that had bluffed him out from gunpoint more than once.

"You find yourself pulled inward, into an oncoming storm. You are spun, swept, stretched and swallowed. You fall inward, unable to resist." Faster. Faster. He usually used his knife trainers when working this fast; a single wrong motion and he'd lose everything he was fighting for in this makeshift performance.

But he wasn't afraid; adrenaline beat through his veins. He shifted closer, Emile's back warm against his chest, the easier to keep him steady. To feel him. "And then, at the center of the storm, for a single instant, you are..." He tightened his grip on the boy's shoulder, letting the next word fall into his ear at a near whisper, "Still..."

Emile's breath stopped, his body perfectly motionless.

"Until—" Cylie's blade slashed.

Red erupted.

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The full chapter (~3K words) will be posted here on Tumblr as well as on my website this Monday. Thanks for reading :)

[juditmiltz]

How loyal is Richard LeFrak?

Richard LeFrak (Photo by Studio Scrivo)

The typically genial real estate developer Richard LeFrak seemed downcast as he sat for an interview in his West 57th Street office early last month.

He rubbed his face and grumbled about the topic of conversation: his friend Donald Trump.

“Can we talk about my real estate now?” he asked. “The agreement was that we wouldn’t talk about Donald.”

For the record, there was no such agreement. But the billionaire’s eagerness to sidestep the topic of Trump, who has described LeFrak as one of his best friends, was clear.

And that was before Trump’s controversial response to the violence that broke out during a white nationalist rally in Charlottesville, Va. The president’s response has triggered widespread condemnation and a backlash that’s since ricocheted throughout political and business circles.

One week after his sit-down with The Real Deal, however, LeFrak broke his silence. He called his friend’s comments — which failed to fully condemn the white supremacists and neo-Nazis who descended on the college town — “inappropriate” and out of line with his own beliefs.

“It’s easy to say that I don’t approve of white supremacists,” he told TRD in a follow-up phone call. “It’s base and violent. I don’t approve of any of those things. You don’t have to be a hero to make that comment.”

While that statement might have been “easy,” it was one of the most overt public criticisms from a member of Trump’s inner circle and from the New York real estate community in general.

“Perhaps the context in which [the president’s] statements were made — especially at the press conference — caused people to be confused about him,” LeFrak said. “I would not even suggest that he is any one of those things. But I can see why people would react to those words very viscerally. He’s made some effort to clarify it, but not as far as he could have.”

LeFrak’s comments came as pressure was mounting. A string of CEOs from companies ranging from Merck to Under Armour had just stepped down from two of the president’s advisory boards, prompting Trump to preemptively disband the panels before more defections.

And while the infrastructure panel that Trump tapped LeFrak to co-head in January was also shuttered, LeFrak derided the public shaming that those who served on the boards faced.

“The part I didn’t like about it was that you looked bad if you said you wanted to stick it out,” he said. “The wave of opinion that forced people out is totally understandable, but I don’t want the president to fail or the country to fail. No one has asked me if I want to continue, but if the president called me and said come down here and talk infrastructure, of course I would.”

He added: “If people can offer something that can help the country, should they just make a sanctimonious political statement and give up their ability to help the country?”

He also noted that heads of public companies always face added pressure under controversial circumstances because they have shareholders breathing down their necks.

“[But] I’m sensitive to my customers as well,” LeFrak said. “My buildings are not occupied by Nazis and white supremacists.”

At a time when the 72-year-old could be sitting back and enjoying his golden years, his attention has been redirected. Instead of talking about his massive 40 million-square-foot real estate portfolio — not to mention his active development projects in New Jersey, Miami and Los Angeles — he’s receiving hundreds of calls a day from media about Trump.

He hinted at the challenges of that friendship last year when he told the New York Times that having Trump as a friend is “like being friends with a hurricane.” And that was when Trump still resided in his glass tower on Fifth Avenue.

Still, LeFrak has attempted to define his relationship with the president as more personal than professional.

“People tend to assume I must be involved in lots of policies,” he said during TRD’s Aug. 9 interview. “I’m not. They have a tendency to overestimate my involvement. I never engage [the president] on any topic other than infrastructure. I don’t engage him on health care, or North Korea.”

Trump, he said, still enjoys a little “real estate gossip.”

“Our conversations mostly aren’t different from what they were before — who’s selling condos, who’s doing well, who’s doing badly.”

As for whether he’s worried about Trump negatively impacting his brand, it’s not happening, he said.

“I won’t let it,” LeFrak said. “That’s the bottom line. I’m never going to deny my friendship with the president — I love his wife, his kids are nice, but a lot of things he does I don’t agree with. He’s not my brand; he doesn’t represent my business. I’m LeFrak.”

Rooted in rentals

In his day, no one built more apartments around New York than LeFrak’s father, Samuel, who competed with Trump’s father, Fred; Lew Rudin; and others.

“All the families go back decades,” said developer Bill Rudin, Lew’s son. “Every year at the Bank of New York’s annual Christmas lunch, my father and Richard’s would sit at the head of the table with the CEO of the bank. Richard and I were at the kids’ table.”

Related Companies CEO Stephen Ross said LeFrak “recognizes he was born on third base,” but noted that he “certainly knew how to get home.”

Forbes indeed pegs his net worth at over $6 billion.

“I’m not the Norwegian pension fund or the Qatar Investment Authority, and I can’t access as much capital as Blackstone or Starwood,” LeFrak said. “But I can build an apartment house. They can’t — or, if they think they can, they can’t do it as well as I can.”

LeFrak’s capital-intensive approach is classic build and hold. It’s a luxury few others can afford.

“The capital required to be in the business is tremendous, and a lot of it gets supplied by private equity or hedge funds that have a holding period and want their money back,” he said.

In contrast to some of his developer peers, and one developer-turned-White House resident, LeFrak is short on glitz.

Arguably the showiest member of his family was his wife’s poodle, Mikimoto on Fifth, who reigned for three years as America’s No. 1 show standard poodle. Tellingly, LeFrak’s rare brushes with stardom have come courtesy of Trump — first in 2009, when he served as a Miss Universe judge and then in 2010, when he was a judge on an episode of “The Apprentice.”

Careerwise, the two men went in opposite directions at the very beginning. Trump traded his father’s outer-borough multifamily portfolio for a shot at building some of Manhattan’s brassiest condo towers. LeFrak, meanwhile, stuck to the blueprint laid out by his dad, who proudly proclaimed his company served “the mass, not the class.”

“He had a very simple business philosophy,” LeFrak said of his father, who died in 2003. “He would say, ‘Give the people what they want at a price they can afford to pay, and you’ll do good business.’”

In LeFrak’s telling, his father’s shrewdness loomed large: “If there was a right side and a wrong side of Queens Boulevard, he would always be on the wrong side, because it was cheaper.”

Like his father, LeFrak focuses on rentals, steady earners that can be passed on from one generation to the next.

Today, as his contemporaries vie to build glitzy condo towers, for example, LeFrak is sitting on one of the most valuable sites, a plot at 40 West 57th Street right on Billionaires’ Row. There he and Vornado Realty Trust CEO Steve Roth razed three prewar buildings and are rumored to be eyeing a hotel project down the line.

LeFrak boldly told TRD last year that he sees condos as “the stupidest form of real estate investment that exists. Do you ever do something and start liquidating it right away?”

From left: Trump, Karen LeFrak, Melania Trump and Richard LeFrak at a New York City event in 2007

The firm’s massive 20-building complex in Queens — the famed LeFrak City — is home to a wildly diverse population of residents and currently has three-bedroom units listed for about $2,700 a month.

Yet LeFrak’s sons, Harry and Jamie, both managing directors at the LeFrak Organization, seem to be ramping up the wattage, hiring brand-name architects, including Arquitectonica, and pushing into new markets, including Beverly Hills and South Florida.

The company’s focus will, however, remain largely on rentals.

It’s biggest bet outside the New York area is the massive $4 billion mixed-use project in Miami called SoLe Mia. The project — which fittingly sits on a relatively cheap former Superfund site — is slated to bring 12 residential buildings with 4,390 units, more than 1 million square feet of commercial space, 37 acres of parks, two swimmable lagoons and 4,000-plus parking spaces to North Miami over several phases.

The firm broke ground on the first two residential buildings, which will have 400 units, this summer.

But LeFrak’s legacy will likely hinge on the firm’s $10 billion Newport site in Jersey City, which will ultimately house 9,000 apartments, 7 million square feet of office space and 2 million square feet of retail and hospitality.

His father paid a mere $50 million for the 600 derelict waterfront acres just over 30 years ago, and when complete, the new neighborhood will be six times the size of Battery Park City.

The latest building, dubbed the Ellipse, the 17th tower the firm has erected there, opened this summer with 381 apartments.

So far, the project has been a smashing success.

“Richard doesn’t have to take risks to make money,” Ross said. “In New Jersey, it’s like having free land.”

LeFrak takes great pride in Newport and the sheer scale of it.

“Do you know who owns Hudson Yards?” he asked, referring to the amalgam of developers, private equity firms and pension funds with stakes in the massive Related-led, mixed-use project.

“Do you know who owns the New Jersey waterfront? Me.”

Zero-impact game

Having the White House on speed dial would in almost all other cases be a major asset. But while LeFrak’s firm fires on all cylinders, his connection to Trump is starting — at least from a PR standpoint — to seem more like a liability.

In addition to unwanted attention on his political and personal views, some have sounded the alarm on what they see as cronyism.

Among them is a nonprofit group that sued Trump in July claiming that his infrastructure panel, co-led by LeFrak and Roth, had been illegally convened without proper public disclosures.

The suit accused Trump of “outsourcing policy making to private individuals who are unfettered by conflict-of-interest rules.”

The implication was that the duo could bend the president’s ear on policy issues without disclosing their own vested interest.

A week before the president shut down the panel, LeFrak dismissed those accusations as political posturing, citing personal loyalty and patriotism as his reasons for serving.

“I have no skin in the game,” he said. “[But] I don’t feel there are any ethical issues. If there’s someone better out there to do it, God bless them. If the whole thing gets caught up in politics, I’ll say, ‘Oh well, I had an experience,’ and I’ll go back and hang my head between my knees.”

LeFrak and Roth board Air Force One at Andrews Air Force Base in Maryland

LeFrak also rejected the notion that he was self-dealing by being on the panel. “It takes time; it takes money; it takes me away from my own business to engage in these things,” he said.

In the real estate world, sources say there’s likely to be zero impact on his family’s sterling, scandal-free reputation.

“It is as strong as ever,” said Kathryn Wylde, president of the Partnership for New York City, which represents the city’s business community. “He resurrected the Northern New Jersey coast and continues to lead its redevelopment. He grew up with President Trump, and it is understood that their relationship is a personal and family connection, not a political one.”

Others agreed: “The connection is friendship,” said Ken Fisher, scion of another great New York real-estate fortune, Fisher Brothers, and longtime LeFrak friend. “They’re very close, and Richard is someone who brings so much experience to the table.”

Meanwhile, David Birdsell, dean of Baruch College’s School of International and Public Affairs, said the heads of privately held real estate firms aren’t under the same pressure as public companies, or large retailers, when controversy erupts.

“Even for the most dedicated Donald Trump loathers, that connection might be too much of a leap,” he said. “That’s too in the weeds for most folks.”

But while emphasizing the potential upside of a $1 trillion infrastructure boon that was being pushed by the White House, LeFrak continued to distance himself from messier non-real estate matters, such as alleged Russian meddling in the election.

“I have no more facts than anyone else does,” said LeFrak. “I wasn’t in the room with [Paul] Manafort, [Michael] Flynn. How the hell do I know what was going on? But knowing Donald, I don’t think he’d do anything blatantly inappropriate.”

LeFrak’s direct line to the president became clear in the wake of Charlottesville, when the Times reported that the developer (along with Roth and many others) had urged Trump to sack Steve Bannon, his incendiary chief strategist, who was booted shortly thereafter.

“I did see him for dinner,” LeFrak said, referring to a visit to Trump’s Bedminster, New Jersey, estate last month. “Anything I had to say to him was private. That’s between me and Mr. Trump. But I’ve made no secret that I’m far more moderate than Mr. Bannon.”

In addition, LeFrak has a lot to gain from other key policy issues on Trump’s desk, including the inheritance tax and property tax incentives like the 1031 exchange, which allows investors to avoid capital gains levies when selling buildings if they reinvest in another property.

LeFrak recently tapped the 1031 program when he traded a Queens building for the $125 million, 252-key Dumont Hotel on East 34th Street, where his firm is planning a residential conversion.

“These things have very powerful impacts on our business,” LeFrak said.

But he responded with a “no comment” when asked whether tax reform talk might crop up during 18 holes with the president.

And asked whether he’s lost friends because of his support for Trump, LeFrak said he had, but noted that most have stuck by him.

“Some said, ‘How could you serve a man like that? How could you be friends with a man like that?’”

from The Real Deal Miami https://therealdeal.com/miami/2017/09/08/how-loyal-is-richard-lefrak/ via IFTTT

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SP Part 7

She shoots the barge dead center, knocking some skyrates off balance and damaging the flooring, as it begins to shake and sink downwards. Ventor runs off into the lower levels of the ship. CIELA: What the-Vents! Are you seriously leaving me here with this psycho?! VENTOR: Just hold on, I'll be back to help soon! CIELA: What do you mean, you-?! Hobble jumps off the barge onto the Skylark, swinging the blades at the end of her chains and the hatchet attached to her head around to attack Ciela, delivering slight slashes to her face and gauntlets. Ciela fights back, also shooting the gun from Hobble's mechanical arm and delivering several blows before Hobble knock the gun out of Ciela's hand and off the Skylark, and then kicks Ciela backwards into the ship with her mechanical leg. Hobble then runs over to Pyoma as she tries to fly away, grabbing Pyoma by her arm with her normal hand. However the bracelet on Pyoma's arm now glows green with Epheme and burns Hobble's hand, as she is forced to let go. Pyoma is shocked by this and looks at her own arm with a contemplative look on her face, but stops as Hobble attempts to capture her again. Pyoma escapes beck into the Skylark to hide and Hobble chases after her, but is stopped by Ciela who holds her at gunpoint with her rifle. Hobble swings around and uses her chains to knock the rifle out of Ciela's hands, then knocks her to the ground and aims her gun at her to shoot her. Pyoma then rushes in to stop Hobble, and as she raises her hand to push Hobble away, Pyoma's eyes glow with energy and the Epheme cartridge in Hobble's gun begins to glow and rattle in response before it explodes in a small burst of green flame, destroying Hobble's gun. 62. Angered, Hobble backhands Pyoma aside with her mechanical arm, then uses her hatchet to attack Ciela, who has gotten back up. Hobble grabs Ciela by the throat with her normal arm and holding her hatchet with her other hand. HOBBLE None o' your weird voodoo's gonna help here, lassie! As Hobble is about to bring down her blade on a struggling Ciela, a rivet crackling with electricity is shot into her mechanical arm, and the streaks of electricity lancing around her arm causes it to go limp and fall to Hobble's side much to her surprise. Another rivet lands in Hobble's mechanical led, disabling it as well. Hobble falls to the ground, stunned. Standing behind her is Ventor, who has fired the rivets from his newly improved rivet gun . VENTOR: (Sheepishly) Ta-Dah! CIELA: (Panting) Took ya long enough. Exhausted, Ciela also collapses onto the ground. CIELA: Can...can ya make sure you tie up Lady two-limbs over there? I got some stuff I wanna ask her... INT. SKYLARK-DAY Later after Ciela has recovered slightly, she gets up to see that Hobble has been restrained, tied up in her own chains, with both her mechanical limbs detached from her body and tossed to a separate corner of the room, as she is being watched by Ventor nearby. Ciela walks over to Ventor, as Pyoma is off in the corner of the room nervously sitting next to Hobble's prosthesis. HOBBLE So. Is this where you two lovebirds get to play interrogator? 63. CIELA: (Sighs in frustration) Nope, it's where Vents's gotta stop me from shooting you whenever ya piss me off. VENTOR: And I can't guarantee I'm good at that. Ciela cocks her rifle and places the end of the barrel right against Hobble's face. CIELA: So since ya don't got any news on what your boss is up to, could ya hold still please? I don't want to have to waste another shot on the rest o' ya face. HOBBLE While I appreciate your sentiment, I was going to tell you anyways. Hobble gently pushes away the barrel of Ciela's rifle away from her face. VENTOR: Yeah, I can tell by the fact that you and your crew tried to kill us just now. HOBBLE Sure, punish a girl for trying to have some fun on the job. Now, lassie. You wanna know what we're up to? Why don't you ask ya mum? A look of horror and rage manifests on Ciela's face as she brings down her rifle to strike Hobble in the head, knocking her out. She then walks over to the cockpit, sits down and redirects the Skylark, sending it flying much faster in another direction. PYOMA: Wait, what's happening?? CIELA: Filthy skyrates found my ma! And I'm gonna mulch every last one of them to make sure she's safe. 64. PYOMA: Are we seriously going to fight all of those lunatics? We're as good as dead! CIELA: Whaddya mean "we"? Vents's gonna get you somewhere safe while I go on ahead. VENTOR: Hold on, what? Okay, first things first, I am not letting you go on alone- CIELA: -Yes you are! VENTOR: -No, I'm not! And secondly, what are you planning on doing once you get there? You know you can't take on the entire skyrate fleet alone. CIELA: Why'dya think I left Hobble alive? If Redstar's takin' hostages, so am I! He can't touch me if if I got his second-in-charge with me. VENTOR: Ciela, that's not gonna help against all of them! CIELA: Shaddup! You can keep whining later, I gotta make a call. Ciela grabs the radio communicator off the ship's dashboard and calls her mother. CIELA: Ma! Ma! Are you okay? Is everything- MRS ALTOS: Yeah, I'm fine sweetie! Ya usually prefer calling by video staton? What's up? CIELA: Are you sure everything's okay?! The skyrates're headed your way!

If they're not here yet then get outta there now! 65. MRS ALTOS: Oh, they're already here. CIELA: What?! INT. ALTOS HOUSE-DAY Mrs Altos stands in the living room of her house, with furniture strewn around the area, and the walls damaged from a previous fight. Several skyrates lie on the ground, immobile while Mrs Altos talks to Ciela over the radio. MRS ALTOS: Why're you so worried, sweetie? Thugs like these come by every few weeks! I don't mind though! A good fight every now and then helps keep a lady fit! CIELA: No, ma you don't get it! They're all coming for you! If you can't get away in time, then just hide out until I get there! With the radio still in hand, Mrs Altos sighs and walks over to a cabinet in the room and grabs a baton from it, as a pair of skyrates bursts into her house. MRS ALTOS: (sighs) This is why I don't tell you about these kinds of things Ciela, you always get so worried about them. Mrs Altos fights the pair whilst still talking with Ciela over the radio. CIELA: Whatd'ya mean "These kinds of things"?! Ma! MRS ALTOS: I mean that ya always so stressed over other people gettin' hurt that you just barge ya way into danger yourself! It's not good for you! 66. A skyrate slashes Mrs Altos' shoulder with their blade, but she forces it back into their face, and uses it to slice their throat. MRS ALTOS: (To skyrate) Ya fricken asshole! CIELA: What?! MRS ALTOS: Sorry honey, that was for a guy I just killed! Anyways, the thing is, ya too overprotective, that's your problem! You've always been worried about ya daddy, ya keep worrying about that nice young man Ventor, and now you're worried about your own mother! CIELA: I can hear the damn skyrates in the room right now! And ya think I'm the one always gettin myself into trouble?! Instead o' fightin' random psychos, why dontcha just take up a safer hobby, like drinkin o' somethin?! MRS ALTOS: I've gotta do something with all the criminals that come over here tryin' ta get at'cha! INT. SKYLARK-DAY Ciela grumbles and clenches the radio in her hand. CIELA: (Groans) Fine! Stay there if ya want! We're less half an hour away from Pitchblen anyways. MRS ALTOS: Whatever ya say, sweetie! (To skyrates) Oh-ho! You fellas look really riled up! So tell me. Who wants ta die first?! 67. Ciela hangs up the radio, a look of bitter frustration on her face. CIELA: Crazy old bag. Hey! Vents! Ya really wanna help out? Here's the plan. Vents' gonna go get my mom back into the ship while I keep Redstar's crew busy. VENTOR: What? I-um-I-are you sure you'll be alright? CIELA: Look, we're just gonna go in and outta the fight quickly, there's nothin we gotta worry about. 'Course, we're gonna take Hobble too so they can't land a finger on us. Long as we pull this off well, aint nothin's gonna go south. Plus, we've got one more advantage on our side. Ciela turns around to look at Pyoma. EXT. PITCHBLEN-NIGHT Pitchblen town is a series of metal huts. Situated in the middle of the desert, ringed by a series of Epheme rigs in the distance. Overhead, two large skyrate zeppelins and several smaller barges circle the town, raining down fire on the houses, while troops of skyrates patrol the streets. While the townsfolk have relatively been able to stem the threat, the damage to the town is beginning to become overwhelming. INT. ALTOS HOUSE-NIGHT Standing amidst her now significantly more damaged room, with small fires scattered around it, Mrs Altos, also noticeably injured, stands panting from exhaustion. At that moment, Redstar calmly walks through the door of the house, accompanied by several more armed skyrates. 68. REDSTAR Aww, are you all tuckered out from your playdate with my crew? Redstar pulls his flintlock out at Mrs Altos. MRS ALTOS: Ah shit. Mrs Altos and Redstar fight for a bit, and while they are initially pretty fairly matched, Redstar is able to land a shot in Mrs Altos' leg. MRS ALTOS: (Grunts from pain) A spray of Epheme bullets adjacent to this fight interrupts Redstar's next move. He stops and turns to see Ciela standing in the doorway, and his two crew mates at her feet, and Ventor following soon after, carrying a still-tied-up Hobble and her prostheses behind him. CIELA: Put...ya freakin hands...where i can see 'em. REDSTAR You know the drill, Altos. Not unless you want me to blow a hole right through your mom's torso. And since you haven't killed my first mate over there yet, I suppose you want to offer a trade? CIELA: You willin' to take that offer? REDSTAR Of course. I'm making it right now. Frustrated, Ciela has Ventor untie Hobble and as Hobble walks back over to Redstar, neither Ciela nor Ventor seem to notice a mechanism in her prosthetic leg release a small metal cylinder onto the ground. REDSTAR Nice to have you back Hobble. And while we're doing business here, I'd like to add on to my demands. Hand over that girl you have with you too. CIELA: What?! What do you want with her? 69. REDSTAR Well, while it'd be nice if I got to see what makes her so valuable, I've luckily already found some buyers to prove it. Ciela looks up to see large lights shining above the house, coming from Arbei kingdom Zeppelins and Sky ships ARBEI PILOT: (Over a speaker) Ciela Altos! Return Lady Pyoma into our custody and come quietly with us! CIELA: Alright, fine, ya got me! I'll hand over the girl, she's back in my ship. No funny business alright, I promise. Just hand over my mom first, okay? Ya really need collateral when ya literally have a whole fricken army on top of me? REDSTAR Seems reasonable I suppose. EXT. ALTOS HOUSE-NIGHT Hiding in the shadowy corners of the house's exterior, Pyoma is eavesdropping on the conversation, and she sees Redstar with his gun pointed at Mrs Altos as he simultaneously brings her to Ciela and Ventor. In response, Pyoma raises her arm in the direction of him and tries to concentrate on it, with her irises beginning to glow. INT. ALTOS HOUSE-NIGHT As Redstar hands Mrs Altos over to Ciela and Ventor, he looks over at Hobble and gives her a knowing nod as the pair attempt to run off, much to Ciela and Ventor's confusion. Suddenly, to add on to this confusion, Redstar stops in his tracks, appearing as if his head is being held back by some sort of unseen force, with his pistol also reacting in a similar fashion. A LOW THRUMMING NOISE is heard being emitted from him, as the Epheme in Redstar's gun and his mechanical eye begin to glow brighter and vibrate. 70. EXT. ALTOS HOUSE-NIGHT We see that this is due to Pyoma exerting her abilities on Redstar, as she continues concentrating them on him. INT. ALTOS HOUSE-NIGHT The thrumming noise continues to increase in volume and Redstar's body spasms violently until both his gun and eye explode in small yet violent bursts of green flame. However, Mrs Altos is also scorched slightly by the explosion, falling to the floor as Ciela and Ventor help her up. REDSTAR Dammit! Hobble, get me out of here! Hobble grabs Redstar by the arm and helps him out of the house, as a skyrate barge awaits to pick them up. EXT. ALTOS HOUSE-NIGHT As the barge takes off, Redstar notices Pyoma hiding along the side of the house, looks to the Arbei soldiers REDSTAR You want the girl, right!? Go get her! Thanks for paying me already, by the way! Ciela and Ventor turn around to notice the cylindrical metal device placed on the floor earlier and that it has begun blinking like an explosive device Redstar laughs as the barge that he and Hobble are standing on begins to fly away higher off the ground. Swiftly, Ciela tackles Ventor to the ground in order to preemptively shield him from the assumed explosion. VENTOR: Ciela-! However, despite the bomb's accelerated blinking, to the point where it should have long gone off, nothing happens. With some difficulty, Ventor pushes Ciela off of himself.

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Hello there dear Ella I am terribly sorry for bothering you. I hope you're doing well I am starting to read your PMATGA fanfic called "Call me cyli" and I am loving it so much I have 2 questions you can answer one I don't mine or both if you're comfortable with it

Here are the two questions

How many chapters will "Call me cyli have?"

And

Will there be any Pac man X Cylindria moments in the fanfic?

I absolutely love Pac man x Cylindria so much and shipped them when I was younger I am 18 (turning 19 this Tuesday *September 24*) and still ship them til this very day

Please do not rush. Take your time, Ella.

Have a fantastic day/noon/evening

Hey there!

I'm not 100% sure how many chapters Call Me Cyli will have. At the moment I predict there to be around 16 chapters in total, but it could get longer as time goes on. When I posted the first chapter I thought I'd only make about 5-7 chapters total - now look where we are, the fic is at 8 chapters and we're not even halfway through the story yet XD So it depends. 16 is what I'm aiming for, but it could get longer or shorter.

As for PacxCyli, sadly I don't plan for Pac and Cyli to end up together in Call Me Cyli specifically, because the fic is mostly going to focus on how Cyli became friends with Pac and Spiral in the first place. There might be a few moments where they share a connection or a sweet and wholesome exchange, but overall the fic will not have a major romantic arc between the characters.

However!! I DO want to make a PacxCyli fic eventually, somewhere in the future. They're my favourite ship too, and I definitely plan on making a fic about them when the time is right. All in good time 👀

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY, BTW!! 🌸💙💙🩵🥳🥳

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A other ask from the possum,holy shit

You said you had a list of headcanons for cyil x pac...

I'm curious...

What hc do thee have...

Oh buckle up, hun :-)

It is a bit long, so click below at your own risk xD

Sometimes the Pac-team do patrols around the city to keep citizens at ease, and these patrols are often done in pairs. Whenever Pac and Cyli are out on patrol, they always keep a vigilant eye out. But they've started a thing where, at the end of their patrol, they wrap things up with an ice cream date.

Cyli is usually calm and collected, but whenever she's stressed or really nervous, then she tends to hold onto her arm or even absentmindedly fiddles and fidgets with her fingers to the point of rubbing them raw if she doesn't snap out of it. These subtle movements usually go unnoticed, until Pac started picking up on them. Cue him stepping in to hold her hands and divert her attention away from whatever is stressing her out.

To return the favour, Cyli will often pull Pac out of a stressful or anxious haze by taking him out to dance with her in the rain. She's a nature baby, of course she's going to rope him into one of her favourite methods to kill stress :)

Pac often brings Cyli a new type of invention or puzzle because she likes to solve things, whereas Cyli often brings him little exotic snacks or foods that he's never tasted before. It's their way of saying, "Hey, I know you like this thing, and it made me think of you, so I brought it along to see you go feral over it :>"

It wasn't as evident in the show, but I'd like to think that Pac and Cyli are academic rivals. They both seem to do well in school, and Pac even says he's gonna try and beat her A+ grades with his own in "That Smarts." So I hc that two of them often study together...while teasing and trash-talking each other in between.

Following up on that, the two will also often engage in friendly banter on other matters...

"Don't say it. Don't you DARE-" "So what'cha say, Cat-Man, are those ears only good for hearing long distances?" "They're not ears, Cyli, for puck's sake they're my eyebrows!"

Pac is a nerd when it comes to History. Cyli is a nerd when it comes to, well, a lot of things. Give these two a book or something of a shared interest, and you've got them talking and nerding out over the given subject for hours.

One time, Cyli lost her glasses and had to wait a week for a new pair to arrive, and during that time she had to deal with the frustrations that came with vision impairment (squinting, tripping over things, mistaking people's faces, etc.) But one thing that's helped her out is to keep her eyes on Pac...since he's the only Yellow Orb in a sea of blurry colours, he's her beacon to go to whenever she has a hard time looking for her friends.

Cyli knew that Pac had developed feelings for her long before he actually confessed. He didn't hide it very well... XD But the feeling was mutual for her. She just wanted to hear him say it first, in a similar fashion to the way she wanted to hear his apology outright at the end of the "All You Can Eat" episode. The memory of this goofy yellow boy turning into a blushing and stuttering mess while trying to confess his feelings is one that she'll always cherish :3

I've got a few more hc's other than these, but some of them I'm keeping a secret for now ;)