#other's writing

[naffeclipse]

Darn it that idea got to me, here have a drabble! ----

"I know your father told you to be back before it got this dark!" You huffed and shook your finger at the two sirens who are currently cringing in on themselves as you scold them.

"I get that you're both not children anymore but do you know how much it worries us that you stay out so late? You might be sirens but you're not invulnerable!" Sun and Moon only further hunched over as they warbled and let out apologetic little chirps. "Did you not learn from messing with that seal when you were little?"

If anyone else had lived out here besides you, you're sure they'd be wide eyed at the sight of a tiny little human glaring at the two large creatures that hang onto the edge of the ice.

"I'm sorry…" Sun pouted as he looked at you, his eyes full of guilt. "…but it was Moon's fault!"

"My fault!? You're the one-" Moons fins flared as he shot a glare at Sun, teeth bearing with a hiss. Ah the sibling bickering.

"Ah ah ah!" You snapped to get both of their attention, "Doesn't matter who did what. You both knew you were to be home and both of you didn't listen. "

Both of the sirens once more curled in on themselves and mumbled out apologies. You sighed and tugged your safety mask off your eyes for a moment to rub away the tiredness you felt.

"I just want you two to be safe okay? Now…just come here." You could never be mad at them for too long, you had raised them and unfortunately it came with being a bit of a softy for the two sirens.

You were quickly scooped up into Moon's arms with him choosing to pull your hood down and nuzzle into your hair. Sun moving in close to get under your neck just like he used to do when they were babies.

You let out a sigh and patted where you could as the two began a rumbling in their chest.

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I don't know where Eclipse is but I bet you he's quietly watching and waiting for the moment to end...only to drag both of his sons back in the water and give them his own earful.

Hope you like!

AHHH I LOVE IT! That's so sweet!!! Sun and Moon feel so small when receiving this scolding even though they're all grown up and big! Especially compared to their human parent! I love the dynamics and how caring Y/N is. The little cuddle at the end is wonderful! They're a family!!!

Thank you so much for sharing! ♥

[taddy-cat]

Wild is excited to be showing off his Soft Friends™. The sand seal is Brenda the first, and the horse is Brenda the second!

Based on this fic:

@arecaceae175 I hope I did your autistic Wild and his soft friends justice! (Yes, this is why I was asking what color Brenda the first was)

[megalommi]

(First submission so hopefully it works)

Got inspired by the ‘STOP’ ask and responses; hopefully it’s semi in character; did my best to keep it Gender Neutral as well:

It had been an accident.

He’d been stressed, nearly losing one of the Human Souls and only barely managing to save it in time before it faded, the treacherous green as dim as moss.

Between that, unseen variables that his underlings assistants had brought to him for a check over, the thousandth call from General, and Alphys leaving another 20 packets of half-eaten noodles lying in the workspace, and….

Needless to say, he was tired, not having had enough time recently to even do a momentary meditation.

Which was why, when an assistant started badgering him, his short wick was blazed down to nothing.

They’d been discussing the current projects- to use some junk in a rather ingenious way for something- his addled mind was having a hard time concentrating on the young one blathering as he typed up equations and looked over his personal notes, when the assistant had suddenly turned a concerned look his way.

“Dr Baggs.. you should go rest.”

“No need, I’m perfectly capable-“

“Sir, you’ve been working for over three days now-“

“Yes thank you for your concern, but I assure you-“

“Sir, please” they had insisted, placing a hand on his already sore scapula - aching from being forced to carry his weight without rest.

It had been.. instinctual. Reactive. Reckless.

On hindsight, Baggs could recognize that he’d been seeping magic in the first place, sacrificing his normal control for using the energy on finishing that last line, that final equation.

As it was, his magic had flared as he jerked away from the assistant, only dimly aware of the order he sent their way.

“STOP”

Despite the pain that had flared in his vision, he could see the immediate aftermath.

They’d gone stock still, like a statuesque performer, while he panted.

Only after he had gotten a moment longer to recover- as much as he could at the moment- did he notice, they still hadn’t moved.

His Soul thrummed in his chest as he realized.. he couldn’t hear them breathing.

They weren’t breathing

That thrum became a thunderous tidal wave as he found himself briefly struggling to get a hold of his magic to dispel the hold, frayed nerves and unwieldy energy eventually reeled in and eased away.

The desperate gasps of air confirmed Baggs suspicions as he distantly found himself stepping forward to take hold before they fell.

Hesitantly, as if becoming newly acquainted with the appendages, Baggs felt shaking arms wrap around him in turn, and if he saw any tears staining his coat- No he didn’t.

After they had gathered hold of breathing once more and had slowed to an only slightly faster pace, Baggs made to break the silence.

“I’m sorr-“

Both paused as they heard the other echo their voice and Baggs fell into silent incredulous shock. What were they apologizing for?

“I shouldn’t have pressed.” The assistant shook their head as they pulled away, cordial and careful. Yet in the slightest flicker, Baggs could feel a twinge of fear from the poor dear.

“No. No, you-“ he sighed, the air blowing through his nasal cavity. “I overreacted. You were only trying to help, and you are right.. I should-“

The guilt was gnawing at Baggs now, especially as he ran through a quick CHECK.

*Assistant 3 LV 1

*5.05/20 HP

*3 ATK 8 DEF

*DETERM Diligently cares about you

Their HP was slowly climbing up, decimal by decimal, likely tied- directly in this case- with their breathing..

“Be that as it may…” they forced themself to stand, despite the shake in their voice, only to fall into Baggs’ arms again.

“Enough. We both need rest now, that’s clear.”

Briefly stepping over to save his current progress on the computer, Baggs carefully scooped them up- and if that was a blush on their face he wouldn’t comment on it- and walked them over to a little cot a few rooms away that he used as a meditation spot.

“I crave your indulgence, but this is probably the best way to ensure there are no further complicatio-“

He had started to ramble an explanation, only to fall silent as they pulled him close, only seeming to fully relax upon hearing his fond chuckle as he pet their head.

As their breathing slowed and they fell to slumber, Baggs turned his thoughts inward.

That loss of control was a fearsome blessing, in retrospect. Add that on the ever growing burden.

Letting out a deep sigh through his nasal cavity, he found a smidge of humor to it. Which was the graver burden, that of Atlas or Sisyphus?

Baggs himself felt his own as a mixture of the two.

But for now, in what ways he could, he needed rest.

Blissfully letting his rampant thoughts give way to emptiness and closing his eyes, he continued to pet the hair of the assistant, allowing the repetitive motion to deepen the meditative state

[ideas-on-paper]

Wake up, folks! A new Legion romance patch (including platonic relationships, too!) just dropped for Mass Effect 2!

An author named jasp on AO3 (big kudos to you! <3) released an interactive fanfic allowing you to finally get into a relationship with Legion. It's not only wonderfully written, it also has the trademark ME dialogue wheel and even the Normandy AI core engine noise in the background!

It really felt like talking with Legion again, which is a real treat. Finally, after the painful ordeals of ME3, my depression has been cured, my broken heart has been mended, and my soul has been restored.

Also I'm gonna tag @everythingcounts2007remaster and @menacingmetal since I know both of you are Legion lovers (hope you don't mind ^^)

EDIT: If the text is cut off for you, see comments 🔽

[bluepallilworld]

"No response, Dream only slouched against his brother letting his eyes close once more. Finally the tears that Nightmare had been holding back had spilt from his sockets like a dam that was finally torn down. He quietly sobbed as he shakily placed the bowl onto the nightstand. Was he going to lose his brother? Would he lose his twin? His other half? Would he be all alone in this world…?"

[...]

"Yet that memory was forever ingrained in his head. Something that he wasn’t sure he could ever be set free from.

So just before Dream could exit the flat Nightmare grasped their arm and pulled them into a tight embrace, giving them a light squeeze. “Just…. Stay warm.. alright?” "

The past rains by @jann-the-bean

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANN!!! ✨

[helix-enterprises117]

1229 Hours, June 6, 2537 (Military Calendar)/

Buckbeak Shipbreaking Yards, New Harmony

The citizens of New Harmony milled about the shipbreaking yards in neat, orderly lines. Exhausted, battle-weary marines directed them toward the various evacuation craft ferrying the survivors out of the war-torn city.

Chief Petty Officer Kelly-087 watched the proceedings tiredly, leaning against an empty crate that she could only assume had once carried ammunition, or weapons to the beleaguered planetary defenders. In this moment, it was the only thing keeping her aloft.

Blue Team had spent the better part of a week on constant missions, either going out to rescue stranded civilians, causing a distraction to let a marine convoy through a heavily-fortified enemy position, or even just harassing Covenant ground positions for the sake of it. Sleep was now little more than a fond memory to the exhausted Spartan. But the Navy orbiting New Harmony had - against all odds - actually beaten back the encroaching Covenant fleet. The planet was safe. The UNSC had won.

And Kelly was tired.

A commotion broke out somewhere in the middle of the procession, and the Spartan sighed to herself. Then, slowly, she clenched her jaw and stepped forward, refusing to let her fatigue show to anyone who might have been paying attention. In the center of the compound a small crowd was slowly forming, and Kelly gently pressed her way in to see what was going on. It wasn't difficult - people tended to prefer to be out of the way of a fully armored super soldier.

When she finally made it to the source of the disturbance, Kelly was surprised by what she found. Rather than a fight, or someone broken down in sobbing despair, she found a young man kneeling before a young woman. There was dirt, soot, and a brightly shining smile on his face.

"Talia," the young man gasped, tears wetting his cheeks, "I know the world seems like it's ending right now, but... I know I couldn't make it without you. I need you to be with me forever. Marry me. Please."

Talia, for her part, was crying as well. She clasped her hands in front of her face and gasped, then fell to her knees beside the man and buried her face in his chest. "Yes," she blubbered, sobs wracking her body. "Of course! Of course!"

Kelly watched on passively as the couple embraced, onlookers reaching forward to congratulate them. She'd seen it before; battlefield romance was only second to death-bed confessions in terms of predictability as far as she was concerned. Still, there was something in her that enjoyed seeing people like this. Happy. Hopeful. Things that she didn't get to experience particularly often herself.

The sunshine glinting off of an amber visor across the crowd from her drew her eyes up to the figure of a man who stood head and shoulders above even the tallest people around him. His olive-green armor made his features almost indiscernible, but she could tell by the slight cant of his helmet that he had turned just enough to be able to catch her in the corner of his eyes.

"Seems like that could have been more simple, don't you think?" Senior Chief Petty Officer Frederic-104 asked over a direct radio frequency, his deep voice rumbling and betraying the humor behind his dry observation.

Kelly tilted her head to one side just enough to let him know that beneath her opaque faceplate, she was already grinning at whatever bad humor he had lined up for her. "Is that so? How would you go about it then?"

Fred lifted his head, pretending to scan the sky for potential threats. "Make it simple," he answered bluntly. "I like to think that short questions get the point across. I'd skip the blubbering and just say, 'Please marry me.'"

"Okay," Kelly answered.

Fred stopped pacing, turning to look directly at her. "Sorry... what was that?" he asked, his voice catching in his throat.

Kelly couldn't keep the grin from her face. "I said okay," she repeated coyly. Then she turned away and wandered back to her post, leaning tiredly against her beloved crate and leaving Fred behind to wonder whether her acceptance of his accidental proposal was a joke or not.

The problem was... she wasn't sure if it was a joke either.

💕💕Yaaas! Moar Fred n' Kelly!! I love these li'l goobers so much! Do they end up married in your stuff?😶

[disaster-on-the-horizon]

Feedback Fest let's gooo!

Here's 10 recommendations from me, in no particular order

1] More Than A Sidekick, by Jason_Todds_Thigh_Holster (Henry Danger)

Oh, the classic "I have to pretend I don't care about you at all to save you, meanwhile I would give the whole word to you"-trope (totally official name). Mixed with the character in danger having relatively low self-worth and a usual "rough around the edges"-caretaker/mentor, it's just HMMMM (/pos)! I'm already a sucker for characters in hostage situations, so pairing these together is Such Good Soup. I personally didn't even keep up much with Henry Danger after my childhood, but the characters are already so nicely characterized within the fic itself, that you truly don't feel like you miss anything.

2] [injury] of a salesman, by becki (Deltarune)

It's only a one shot, but everything that happens is so well organized and shown that I keep forgetting. "basically just lots of spamton getting the love and care he needs" (author's tag) describes it well, and I am HERE for it. Especially the part where the two eat together tugs at my heartstrings, I love characters with some form of food-insecurity being allowed to eat freely. Swatch as a character is also such a delight.

3] URL not found, by Aster269 (@aster269) (Deltarune)

Quite a long one, this time; I read it while it was still going, and it was worth waiting for every update! The Addisons have very clearly established personalities and beliefs that are explained through their backstory. It's also very interesting to see every facet of their life, from childhood, to Big Shot Era to reunion. And personally, I can't get enough of the Addison Family unconditionally loving and supporting each other <3

4] The Wake-Up Call, by cookiescrumbles (Wander Over Yonder)

Wander. Has. Issues. And they are very well acknowledged here.

His personality really shines through here, both in the way he acts and talks. The entire concept is also very sweet; and I love Sylvia's and Wander's relationship. Shout out to the Hat, for getting Wander what he needs!

5] Tiny Reverberations, by Sylphidine_Gallimaufry (@sylphidine) (Deltarune)

SO! CUTE! Very short, but that just contributes to how fun of a read it is. It's pure fluff, and that mixed with Spam's reaction due to his low self-worth is balm for the soul <3 It's just so adorable; love the kitty <3

6] Mourning Dove, by LynnCanigula15 (@moonbeam-dragon) (Darkwing Duck)

I must say, I'm always a fan of people talking about the kinda messed-up stuff that happens in DW sometimes. And I think how the other three members of the F4 react to this - relatively complicated - situation is very much in character for who they are. Big fan of angst, and Bushroot's state of mind is especially interestingly described and established in chapter 2.

7] Back Alley Beatdown, by SwoodMaxProductions (@swoodthis) (Deltarune)

I love seeing Spamton fighting tooth and nail, knowing his own advantages. Sweet Cap'n Cakes are also very sweet and considered to the Spam Man here; making sure to reassure him when necessary. The description of the parts carefully placed beside him is a personal favourite of mine here! It also has a very nice conclusion.

8] Last of your Kind, by Vanyel (@boonbeenblade) (Cult of the Lamb)

It manages to say what it wants so clearly and concisely, seeing the length that it is. The use of language is truly phenomenal, and it shows a very cool outlook on the relationship between the Lamb and TOWW. Even though the fic depicts events that you literally play yourself, it manages to give an interesting outlook on them, making one able to experience them again as if from fresh eyes, from the perspective of the character. The second-person writing comes off as very natural.

9] Ever so slightly, by Pancakes_for_Dragons (Deltarune)

Sometimes I need a story that is just unapologetic angst. The fic gives Rouxls a very clear persona that reflects on his literal state as the "Rules Card" very well. How his relationship with Lancer grows is really sweet; and especially "I’m thoust Lesser father, surely that musteth count for something." and the whole event around it, still has a space in my mind, since the first time I read it!

10] breathe, breathe, by SteveSmackdown2014 (School for Vampires)

Again, just a very sweet story. It's very easy to see it both from Oskar's (with all the knowledge we have as viewers) and from Sunshine's (with a more 'normal', human outlook) perspective; and why they both react the way they do. Oskar's fear is shown as so very real, but the actual moment is just as sweet.

(Deviders by yizaicons)

[writingsfromspace]

Rewrite tag

Tagged by @kaylinalexanderbooks and @illarian-rambling - thank you!

@kaylinalexanderbooks' snippet:

Jack scrutinized the castle before him. It stretched up, up, up into the sky--and as they were already in the clouds, Jack didn’t want to know how high the tallest tower was above the ground--how he wouldn’t like to be the poor bloke who was defenestrated from it. The castle was made of some sort of dark stone, giving it the unsettling feel of a haunted house. There was the cobblestone path, yes, but on either side of it, Jack realized that yes, they were still on clouds, though where the castle was, the clouds were dark and gray, and when Jack listened closely enough, he realized that there was a booming irregular pulse of thunder that shook the ground ever-so-slightly, enough to cause the stone beneath his shoes to rattle.

My rewrite:

The fact they were already in the clouds made the sheer height of the castle that much worse. Jack didn't even want to know how far the highest towers reached; already his mind was wandering unpleasant places, like how long he could fall if he was unlucky enough to be defenestrated from up there. He didn't recognize the dark stone the building was made of, although he didn't particularly want to, either; it emanated enough of an unsettling feeling Jack thought the answer could only be sinister. The cobblestone path leading up to it seemed firm enough, but on either side, far too close for comfort, there was still nothing but clouds, deceptively solid white and fluffy for something that would drop him like a stone at the first misstep. Under the castle, though, even the clouds turned ominous, dark, grey--and reverberating with forceful booms of thunder, barely audible at this distance, but shaking the very ground under Jack's feet.

@illarian-rambling's snippet:

With a tightness in his chest, Djek got that familiar, sneaking suspicion that he was in way over his head. He’d see it through, of course—his morbid curiosity was always keeping him involved in things normal people would’ve run away from at the first chance. Perhaps he could have a little more caution this time, though. Do a little research. Gods forbid, read something if he had to. It was quite the little maze of secrets he’d found himself in, but he’d make the best of it.

My rewrite:

Djek's chest tightened. Oh, he was in over his head again. Not that that would stop him. Normal people might run away from these situations he seemed to keep finding himself in given half a chance, but his morbid curiosity always ended up getting the better of him. He'd see it through. Perhaps with a little more caution than usual, though. A little research. Some reading even, if absolutely necessary. The secrets twisting around him surely warranted a little extra effort before they could strangle him.

My snippet for you (translated from The king-eaters' grief):

[Fisk is Ignaz' pet Velociraptor, also referred to as a bird here]

They sat down on a bench, and Ignaz showed Muriel how to carefully approach Fisk, how to recognize Fisk was at ease about her presence, and how to stroke through the feathers without disarraying them. It was odd watching the two of them like this. Athanasios himself had never had much of a desire to take care of children, but he didn't have anything against watching one for a while, especially under the supervision of an adulter adult. And Ignaz... he'd never really seen him as a father figure--when they became real friends, his children were already out of the house--but now it truly hit him Ignaz had in fact raised two little ones. When Muriel got bored of petting the bird--far faster than Athanasios would have assumed--Ignaz ordered her to stay within viewing range and sent her off to play.

I was going to keep it shorter but. I figured the first paragraph added some context lkdsjg

Tagging @stories-by-rie, @njnetails, @talesfromaurea, @jezifster, @fixaidea, @gwens-fiction, @cass-writings + an open tag! No pressure as always <3

[diphthongsfordays]

IT HAS ARRIVED!!

@ashen-crest I am SO EXCITED!!

[corishadowfang]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Brain & Skuld (Kingdom Hearts), Brain & Chirithy (Kingdom Hearts) Characters: Skuld (Kingdom Hearts), Brain (Kingdom Hearts), Chirithy (Kingdom Hearts), Skuld's Chirithy (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Skuld POV, Ephemer's also in there briefly, Skuld/Ephemer (pre-relationship), Brain/Ava (pre-relationship), Skuld is doing her best, Brain's doing his best, let's all appreciate Brain challenge, please let this boy get a good night sleep, Nightmares, Dreams for the Future, Skuld is a sweetheart and also deserves appreciation, the mental gymnastics for never describing Player in any identifying way continue, Ephemer has Ditching Issues TM and they Affect Skuld, Skuld has Abandonment Issues TM, Detective Nosy and his Chirithy Series, Book Club 2.0, Hot chocolate is always better with friends, Brain has befriended all the Chirithies, Random worldbuilding by me, Mostly Canon Compliant, Kingdom Hearts Union Cross, Kingdom Hearts Union X, KHUX - Freeform, Kingdom Hearts Union χ, Brain's friend count increases, set the night of the Portal Series: Part 3 of Together, We’re Not Alone Summary:

“We can’t change the past, but it’s our choices that make the future. That’s all we can do, really – keep dreaming of the future we want and do our best to move in that direction, no matter what anyone else has to say about it.” Brain tilted his head to the side slightly as he considered her. “There’s a future you want to reach, right?” 

When nightmares strike, sometimes all you need is a hot chocolate and a late-night chat with a friend to start dreaming of the future instead. Surprisingly, Brain is a good listener.

[pinkestmenace]

Not my fic, but:

Everyone who cares about Susie Haltmann should read this now that it's finished. It's really good! She's such a messed up little cyborg and can't quite admit it to herself. But she's learning.

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

and now

it is trauma time

-

Shadow Milk Cookie was rather curious about what had just happened. He had just finished up his date, when he happened to notice something odd in the forests around the Fairy Kingdom.

Strange machines - odd angular devices glowing with a strange green liquid - were following him and…just watching. Not doing anything else, just watching.

While he always liked an audience, the idea of these things spying on him - during his date - was not welcome. So, he began looking into them. Which led to this.

One of the odd devices was floating before him, projecting an odd panel from a sphere on its front. Said panel had words written on it in a much lighter green than the rest of the panel. What the words said was just as interesting as the machine.

Please come to the Simmering Swamps. I want to talk. (APPRECIATE THE CALMNESS OF THIS MESSAGE). - Withered Oil Cookie.

For a moment, he wasn’t sure who this was - and then, it clicked in his head.

Oh, Gleaming Oil Cookie! …or, well, Withered Oil Cookie.

Actually, now that he thought about it…after he and the other Beasts turned on the Witches, he never saw her again. He thought that she had just gone into hiding, or maybe died in what happened…

But it seems she had changed too. And she wanted to see him.

…he was pretty sure there weren’t any swamps on this continent though.

-

Turns out, there was a swamp on this continent! It was where the Ravenous Forest used to be. (Which was probably one of the other’s fault. Or his. Either or.)

The massive, wide-ranging woodland was now almost entirely a swamp. The air was muggy and hot, pushing down on everything around it. The mangrove trees scattered throughout the marsh seemed ill, yet also clearly still alive and thriving, some of them dripping with a neon green…sap? Whatever it was, there were pools of it scattered around, contrasting drastically with the foggy water of the rest of the swamp.

…also, it had been an hour and Shadow Milk still hadn’t found where Withered Oil Cookie was, so that was frustrating.

Eventually, however, he saw something new - a green ball of light had just shot up into the sky, which was very likely to be her.

The green ball expanded out into a full message. I’M OVER HERE, CURDLE!

…yeah, it was definitely Oil. She was the only one that called him that. Many times over.

Shadow Milk lifted into the air and zoomed through the forest, soon arriving in a clearing; there was a large puddle of the strange substance off to the side, and standing right before him was Withered Oil Cookie.

She looked very different from what he remembered. Back before…everything that happened, she had her hair tied back behind her head in a ponytail. She wore a visor over her eyes while she was brewing potions (and when she wasn’t), and a green robe with darker green accents. She constantly had a bag filled with potions hanging from her side.

Now? Her hair hung down over most of her face, covering her eyes. She was wearing a metallic jumpsuit with various green tubes across it, bubbling with that same odd sap. Black ‘rubber’ was at each of her joints, and on her right arm was a much larger gauntlet that seemed to be loaded with more capsules of that sap…and that was clearly a cannon embedded in the palm.

She smiled at him, her extremely wide grin twitching. “Curdle! It’s so good to see you again! I wasn’t sure if I would after the witches sealed you away for so long I couldn’t keep track of it and was constantly wondering if you would ever be freed.” Her right eye twitched. (which was pretty concerning.)

“It’s good to see you too, Oil. What’ve you been up to since-”

“Oh well Curdle I’ve been building a lot of stuff like my super observer bots the ones that sent you a message to meet here a super awesome under-swamp base where I can see everything from there’s also this cool jumpsuit that I loaded with weapons and powered with eternal oil that’s the green stuff i also made a bunch of defense systems to protect me a really big super mecha so i can finally be big like you a therapy machine that really didn’t work and i didn’t want to mention that last one aaaaa-”

Right. That was definitely concerning. Especially since her expression shifted several times in that whole…ramble. And she was constantly twitching. And also the mention of a therapy machine.

“Oil…what did you need a therapy machine for.” Shadow Milk said, (comparatively) stern.

“Nothing important! I just need to not think about it at all and focus on everything else, building stuff, my crippling loneliness, random balls of sugar fluff-”

“What happened to you?”

And it was that moment that Shadow Milk realized he asked the wrong question.

-

Why are they doing this? What did I do?

“If the Heroes turned on us, whose to say this one won’t as well?”

“It would be best if we disposed of them before they grow too strong.”

I’m scared…Shadow Milk, where are you?

“We could seal them away now…but then they could break free later…”

“Perhaps we could simply crumble them? It would save time.”

I don’t understand…

“I have a suggestion, my creators. All I need is access to the Oven.”

“You wish to rebake this one, Blinding Syrup Cookie? It is not a bad idea…”

What are they talking about?

“Not quite, my creators. All I truly need is the heat.”

“...very well, Blinding Syrup Cookie. You may.”

…What’s he doing? Stay back!

“And thus, the flames of perdition ignite. They grant my chains their searing grip, so I may enact the Witches' will.”

“You shall never turn against the divine, like your monstrous ‘heroes’.”

…

A̷̘̙̦̗͗͂̔͜͝͠Á̸̻͑̉A̶͔͆̀͆͝ͅḀ̵̇Ą̵̬̍̇̏ͅA̴̳͚̳̾͐Ă̷̪̞̙̘̑̕͘̚A̵̞̎́͝Å̷̮͍̒͂̐̿A̸̪͑̔̒̍Ḧ̶̘̬̤͖̤́̃͂H̴̠͊Ḫ̵͇͓͇̗̎̆͠Ḩ̶̪͙̙̥̇H̶̝̻̰̘̿͛͜H̵̺̟͑̃̄͊̍Ḩ̸̭̩̺͓̅̅̎̓H̸͈̎̆̇͘H̵̝̤̹͊͗̾̈H̵͍̣͋̿͛̄Ḩ̷̡̨́̈́͜H̴̢̛͈͎̦̱̃́̃͗H̶̥̱̟͉̀H̴̛̻̻͂̂̋̆Ḥ̷̨̙̩͐H̵̟͍̦̑̌͠H̴͕͓̓͜Ḥ̸̮̝̫̤͂H̴̗̣͛͌H̵͕͍̎̅́ͅḨ̷̭̼̥͌̆̊͘ͅH̸̨̬͓̝͒̈́̄H̵͈̅̈̇͠H̷͙̤̉͗̓̄̔H̴̲̔̏̂̓̕H̴͙̘͋̉̇H̴̼̉́H̴͔͔̍͑̒̊̓ͅḦ̴̩́Ḥ̷͇͇͉͊͝H̴̡͔̖̓̀͜H̶͎̳͆H̴̢̧̞̼̞̓̽͠Ĥ̷͚͚̳̓͝H̵̟̑́̀̋̕H̸̢̠̱͎̊͜H̴̠̥͕̊H̵͕̟̱̘͋͑H̷̙͖̪̳̎̏̊̄͊͜Ḧ̴̻̜́Ḥ̷̗̠̝̜͒́H̶̫͗̿̂̕-!!!!!!!!

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Shadow Milk Cookie had no idea what happened, only that he really messed up. One moment, he was asking a very loaded question (he realizes that now), the next, Withered Oil’s eyes just completely blanked out before she fell to the ground, writhing in utter madness. And her screams…

He had heard a lot of screams over the years, but that scream?

It was different.

It was wrong.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he moved. He dove for Withered Oil Cookie and grabbed her smaller arm, even as she lashed out with her gauntlet upon contact. It didn’t hurt that much, and slowly but surely, Oil came back to her senses.

She stared at Shadow Milk Cookie in silence for a moment, before she lunged and-

Hugged him. (he did not expect that.)

She whispered something under her breath. “Please don’t leave me again.”

“I…I don’t want to be alone…”

…eventually, Shadow Milk returned the hug.

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I’m concerned i wrote Shadow Milk out of character.

Also, if you see any shipping in this…DON’T.

There is no shipping here. Only sibling relationship. Shadow Milk is the elder brother theater gremlin and Withered Oil is the younger sister throws-stuff-in-a-pot-and-weaponizes-it gremlin.

(i should probably post this on my own page...)

THEY RE-BAKED HER ALIVE??? OH.

May I ask if I can crush Blinding Syrup with a comically large hammer? Because I want to.

Also i think you might be pretty in character for Shadow Milk here, it's pretty well done! All and all this was rather nice to read!

[basilbellona]

Spoilers for It's Burned Into My Mind and White & Gray — A PK Crossover

A new, ever-present threat (baby-fication)

@dropout-ninja @grollow your crossovers are a sandbox and by god am I going to dig

[rulimaquina]

El Reñidero - Sergio De Cecco. (Translation by me)

[emeraldhazeidentity]

"*A well-loved stuffed cat. It’s been through a lot, but it’s found its way to a new home.

Frisk ran their fingers over the soft fabric collar around its neck before they stilled completely.

'Frisky’

There. In a silly font they didn’t recognize, tiny little stitches spelled out their name."

As soon as I read this scene in Ch 14 of Heart on the Table by @floofanflurr, I had to draw Frisk's new toy!

Also, I can't believe how brilliant it is that you've found a font called Frisky!!! I did my best to replicate it on the collar, but copying computer fonts by hand is not easy 😅

Anyway, go read this fic if you haven't already: it is too good to miss!