#post ROT fix-up

[mysteriesmuse]

StrictLake Wedding: The Oldest Couple

A/N: ok so there’s a ton of people out there redoing ROT and giving us the Strictlake wedding that we were ROBBED of!! But ok imagine they do the first dance of the bride and groom and they do that thing were they call all the married couples onto the floor and they start counting up until there’s one couple left on the floor, and it’s always the one that’s been married the longest! Can u imagine seeing some goth wizard guy who’s looks like he’s in his 20s dancing there with his equally young wife and like most of the crowd is like ???

anywho here it goes bc I need some mega fluff and I’m dying of boredom on my college break (it’s been only like 5 days and I’ve got weeks to go lol)

P.S. IM SO INCREDIBLY HYPE AND PROUD ABOUT THIS ONE. Thank y’all so much for reading it and enjoying it like I did!! 💕

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Arcadia Oaks was finally boasting a lovely sunny California Day with no more random life-threatening or world-ending surprises - quite the rare weather, indeed.

It just made the ceremony all that much more dazzling. . .

Barbara Lake and Walter Strictler were tying the knot.

And they truly out did themselves with their lovely outdoor wedding. They had these huge sprawling canopy tents to cast some shade along the isle and over the many rows of plastic folding chairs. There were lovely white roses in bouquets all over the place. Twinkling fairy lights wound across the tents. A giant table filled with all manners of letters and gifts. Fizzing champagne in ice buckets alongside the long buffet table which boasted a gorgeous 5-tiered cake baked by none other than son, and best man, Jim Lake Jr. himself. His girlfriend Clair Nunez stood as a bridesmaid and over-sought the job of doing Barabara’s hair and makeup for the wedding. His best-friend Toby insisted on being the videotaper and photographer, on the promise that he didn’t add any additional commenting or special effects. Which he swore to, of course, afterall this was for Dr. L. Not-Enrique was the obvious and unanimous choice as ring bearer, after all he had been integral in their life’s since the trollhunters struck out for New Jersey and the Nunez’s all agreed that the real Enrique would likely swallow the rings at best. They had DJ Kleb running the DJ Booth and they had asked Douxie to play some classy live music for the procession. Lastly, the whole affair was being co-officiated by Blinky and Mayor Nunez and the place was filled with dozen of close friends with ample amounts of safe seating for all of their guests.

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“Ahem,” Blinky started, spitting on the microphone and clapping his bottom two hands together, “now that the floor is cleared the Bride and Groom would like to invite all the other married couples onto the floor.”

A crowd of humans and creatures alike slowly began rising from their seats.

Barbara’s gleefully shouted, hanging off her new husbands arm, “Don’t be shy, come on!

“Indeed I’d love to see who can beat the Prismarxs,” Walter retorted chuckling as a doting elderly pair of trolls rose from their seats onto the canopied dance floor. Mayor Nunez glided past them making her way to her husband with a grin, “Sounds like you’re proposing a beat there Walter.”

Strictler cackled, “100 dollars to the Prismarxs being the oldest married couple then. DJ Kleb get your songs ready!”

Next to you Hisirdoux began to shift in his seat as he got onto his feet, “What do you say we get up there and show-off a bit, love?” He cooed with a secret wink in your direction. You giggled and shook your head, curls bouncing around your shoulders as you took Douxies hand and he pulled you to your feet.

The two of you made your way across the grass and over to the improvised plywood dance floor. A bunch of chattering teenage friends and single people left in your wake; a whole crowd of married couples surrounded you at present.

“Look at Douxie and his little bride how sweet!”

“You think they’d been married long?” “I dunno’ it’s kinda hard to tell with wizards huh.” “Remember when we were that young?”

It was a whole new setting for most of them this evening, but you gracefully smiled and draped your free hand around Douxie’s neck fiddling with the chain looped back there.

“I can’t even count how many weddings we’ve been to anymore.” He held your hip and lead with his right foot, “Well darling I think this will be one for the history books. Troll, aliens, and humans alike in attendance; seems rather fantastical to me.” “Yes, well I’m sure you’re right,” you added, “but that wasn’t the point-“

He spun you around. “What was it then?” You repositioned your hand on his shoulder, “well, just that every one reminds me of our wedding.” sliding your hand up and then across the front of his lazily buttoned down shirt and vest where the chain ended and hung right above his chest.

Douxie chuckled turned his head to apologize to the couple who’s shoulders they’d just bumped into as they existed the dance floor, “I don’t think any of them have been much like ours.”

At the sudden surge of memory you threw your head back with a snort.

“No, I don’t think any of them have,” you admitted breathlessly before settling your gaze back onto Douxie’s necklace and fiddling around with the ring hanging from it. Douxie noticed, “Like what you see?” Blinking you noticed his smirk as he eyed your facial expression and gestured his chin down to his low neckline. He deserved the light smack to his chest that you gave him. “Why yes. Otherwise I wouldn’t have married it Mr. “Top-button” what happened to that anyway. When I meet you that summer you’d barely take your shirt off for a dip in the creek. Now you’re almost always coming out of our bedroom with the top few buttons left undone.” “Now, on some occasions it’s not always me.” He defended, “Sometimes someone’s being a little cheeky keen on me, love.” “Oh Hisirdoux!” “Fuzzbuckets, that’s just what I feel in love with!” He deserved the second smack too. “Just say the word Douxie!”

Except it really came out much more light hearted than you intended. And, the notion probably went limp as Douxie pulled you to his chest and threw his arms around you waddling to the tune of the music. A tactic with its saving grace, as your cheeks still felt the heated tinge of that embarrassing chastisement. Gratefully you settled in resting your forehead against his collarbone. A gentle lub of his heartbeat pulsing under your ear. the same one that agreed to put this ring on his finger all those years ago, or rather this ring around his neck. Your chest huffed with a snicker. At least he wears it everywhere you thought pridefully gazing down at your matching engagement where it rested in its traditional placing.

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“Casperans. Hello? Earth to the Casperans?” Blinkus huffed. “You can calm down mate we’re still waiting for you to reach our number.” “Whatever do you mean Douxie we already passed the Prismarxs 504 and you’re still on the dance floor?!” You piped up, “Actually you’re only at 520. We still got a few more decades to be called until we tap out. We’re 551 going on 552 years this winter.” “You heard the lady. We’re wizards people! Now DJ Kleb,” Douxie dramatically pointed over to his friend behind the tables, “our song please and I promise we’ll make this the last Mr. and Mrs. Strictler, but ladies if you can suffer through this last dance in your heels then I do believe we’ve won a bet.” “What do you say Barbara? One more?” The beautiful bride looked at her new loving husband. Then gazed over at her young (appearing) friend and his wife. “Why not? We moved through a couple centuries pretty fast last song. Come on everybody! I’ll throw the bouquet after this!” ———— “And I can’t wait to give them all our tips on conjugal bliss over that free dinner because that bet will practically pay for it!”

“Um, you know it was always gonna be free right, Douxie? It’s at the Lakes house and Jim’s making it.” “Ah I see.” “Oh, we could purchase tickets for those dance classes we’ve been looking at.” “No, correction, you’ve been looking at. Plus look at us,” he grinned, dazzlingly, pulling you towards him as the dance floor filled with bodies of happy people, “we’re already fantastic at it darling.”

[avocado62524]

[just-null]

Kokichi, similar to Noritoshi in the sense that they're analytical and kinda tsun, but that's mostly it. This is another Megumi and Noritoshi situation where, on the surface, they appear to be very similar, but you squint and realize they're extremely different.

Whereas Noritoshi isn't as bold because he still holds remnants of pride, Kokichi is just shy about it since it's so new. He won't back down from it, just hesitate.

[Long ass rambles under the cut! + bonus doodles.]

When referring to shyness, Kokichi leans into the awkward and stiff type. There's always confusion and slight fear in his eyes when he's experiencing something new or romantic. He doesn't want to mess up, but if he does, he just hopes it works in his favor.

Being born in a body where he was under constant pain and stress, someone touching him was the last thing he wanted. He'd never known the loving touch of another because the heavens decided he wasn't allowed to.

After meeting you, that yearning to be next to you became too much. To hell with his restrictions. He'd to do whatever it takes to be able to be with you even if he had to sacrifice others to do it.

In retrospect, he feels like he should've done it sooner. Being touched or even grazed doesn't feel like his skin is falling off anymore.. Plus having both arms and working legs is always a good thing. It's new and odd, but not terrible. His mind never once wandered back and regretted those he's thrown under the bus because why would it?

Unfortunately, when his body was being healed, Mahito made him healthy.. and that's all. Knowing Mahito, he'd leave Kokichi to struggle with catching up to the rest of his peers by working for his own stamina, weight, and strength from square one. Though Kokichi isn't complaining much about it. He'd still take this rather than being stuck in that god forsaken tub for a second longer.

He used to hate being fussed over because of his illness. He prefers to do things on his own and now he can. Yet, Kokichi still gets pitiful looks on other's faces when he's too weak to carry something. It makes him want to spit at them, he can use Mechamaru to do his heavy lifting for now. He doesn't need a beefed up body to do it.

Unless you're the "beefed up" one fussing over him.. He doesn't mind it when it's you. In fact, Kokichi feels grateful when it's you, endeared even. He never feels belittled or pitiful when its you.. Only you.

Judging by how he treated panda for having the ability to interact with others in person despite being a cursed corpse, Kokichi has a number of insults and creative verbal abuse he's ready to spew out once someone tries getting a little too close to you. Scratch that, he's rude in general to those he isn't familiar with.

Kokichi has a lot of anger for those he deems ungrateful. What do you expect from someone who thought he was gonna rot in a bathtub for the rest of his life to do? Not harbor resentment? Luckily, he holds just as much, if not more, love for you who he's unbelievably grateful for!

Your affection is so odd to him, a new experience that he never knew he could grow to yearn for. It's not terrible, quite the opposite. It's so wonderful he can't get enough. Every time you're around, he wants to have at least one hand on you at all times. Doesn't matter where, just as long as he feels you're around. Safe to say, he's extremely touch starved.

Oh how Kokichi would drop everything for a walk with you. He'd use every Mechamaru he had just to make sure no one disturbs either of you. Murder is just a side effect if they get too persistent. He just wants to spend time with you!

Though he likes walks, he still gets out of breath easily. Walking is nice, but he still needs time to get used to it. Offering to help will only cause him to lean against you, it's not too difficult, he doesn't weigh much for better or worse. He loves when you lend him a hand, it's just another reason to get close to you.

When you part, it's only natural that Kokichi gifts you a little trinket he made. Rejecting it will only reward you with the most devastated frown, so just accept it. If you get rid of it when coming home, it somehow always finds its way back to you? Destroying it will lead to Kokichi giving you another one.

Yes, it follows and watches you, but it's just to keep you safe! Who knows what could happen. Whether or not the little trinkets are subtle, all depends on how you reacted to him asking if it was alright to know your location at all times when he's not around. Kokichi is understanding if you're not okay with it. He'll just make his gifts extra subtle so you wont know he's watching.

He just wants to be by your side constantly, even if he's not able to be there in person. Watching you through a screen gives him a sickly familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it's better than not knowing what you're doing. He can even pick up little things about you this way for when he sees you next time! This is nothing but a win-win in his mind even if others beg to differ.

Kokichi never felt blessed. Not once since the day he was born, not until he found you. You who he feels is truly a gift from the heavens. You who he would give up everything to have. In a way, Kokichi is delusional. He sees you as the reason he got a heavenly restriction. It was as if other worldly forces tried to keep him at bay from pursuing you, but you're also the reason he broke his restrictions. He now has the body he wished for thanks to you, his drive, his motivation, his purpose, his love.

[extra shit]

Kokichi’s so fucking low key about being a chuunibyou. you're telling me he named his mech after an anime he watched. half his attacks have ultimate or ultra in the name.. HE MADE A FUCKING MECH. Your ass can't tell me he didn't watch anime while growing up and got inspired to make it a reality. He probably watched Evangelion or something.. Woah, anime dates with him where he makes your favorite creature and uses it to his advantage.. woah.

[Bonus Kokichi verbal abuse]

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[fivewholeminutes]

thanks to that one masked collective i have finally ventured into the digital art territory and i'm making this everyone else's problem now

[saturday-byte]

Wip !!

The traditional art struggle of ruining it with the lineart

[cavity-collector]

i genuinely need to be put down like a dog i cant do this anymore man holy shit

[salsa-di-pomodoro]

Headcanon time. Five Pebbles would hate being held in any way unless he specifically started or consented to it because otherwise it would make him feel small and or powerless

(look at my tags boy)

[triglycercule]

i want to headcanon the mtt having absolutely terrible hygiene and struggling to keep themselves clean (this MAY... just QUITE POSSIBLY.... only in the SLIGHTEST bit be projection) but i think it would be too gross and man EVEN I dont wanna think about that

also killer canonically smells good and i actually really LIKE that idea so oh shit there goes that idea out the window. horror and dust youre my only hope please let me make you smell bad for reasons you won't understand

[wolpatinga]

[chibishortdeath]

I cannot explain how often I think about this part of the Simon’s Quest story. Ough I wanna try to explain every tiny line of this in detail, but I can’t think of words rn aaa, so I’m gonna dump random disjointed thoughts in the tags for now.

I’m putting the links to the English translations of the first two games’ Japanese manuals because their stories are so much cooler than what the western releases got. The second I get everything I can or have thought about this guy together I’m doing in depth story and character analysis for some silly whip man NES games tho—

[spaghetticat3899]

Rest in peace, Smiling Scug rivulet campaign, for you were taken so soon.

Sleep well, sweet prince

[serenit-teas]

This post includes minor spoilers regarding the final boss for Lies of P, please scroll over if you’d rather not take the chance <:)

It’s late and I can just tell that my thought process and writing won’t be coherent but I finally reached the nameless puppet and I felt compelled to share my silly little Lies of P thought of the night💙

So you know how before the game released there was that rumor going around that P was 6’3, but once the game came out and the models could really be analyzed it was revealed that he was much shorter than what people thought he was going to be?? Well idk if it’s just me or the way the angles or camera are working in the fight but the nameless puppet seems to be MUCH taller than P. This could simply be a throwaway design choice by Geppetto, a genuine estimate of Carlos height at this age after so many years, so he’d be at a better advantage when fighting/defending himself, so on and so forth, it could be for a number of reasons, but considering that the nameless puppet is more or less meant to be Carlo reborn adds some interesting thought to it all!

And as a fun little side note, think about the specter as well! If I do remember correctly he’s also taller than P, and while there isn’t confirmation of the identity of the specter the two main theories are that it’s either Carlos spirit or a P from the future! Maybe Carlo really is as tall as the nameless puppet, or maybe after reaching peak humanity and just like with his voice and hair, P continues to grow and become his own person! (Or maybe P just begs Venigni and Eugenie to make adjustments to his body and make him taller idk or care, but the concept is fun!)

It’s just a fun lil random thought that’s been pinging around ever since I made my way to the nameless puppet, and I couldn’t help but want to write a post about it! ^^ <- <-(I am a madwoman rambling I see a sliver of evidence that supports tall 6’3 P and I go lunging for it😳 ofc there is nothing wrong with loving short P he is a sweetie pie no matter what I am just!!! Deranged and ready to gnaw on canon like it’s a jaw breaker)

[wastelandhell]

hi I didn’t even realize you made that cracked pipboy mod!!! It’s amazing and feels really immersive, I love it so much that I’m even planning on replicating it on the pipboy prop I’m working on. Your mods are seriously the best

Yeah! I love adding little unnecessary details to things. I was using another pipboy screen replacer for a long time that was still matte like the vanilla pipboy, but I wanted something with normal/spec maps to make it extra thrashed. I know it's not really realistic, CRT glass is far too thick to crack like that, but ah well.

[having-conniptions]

The KinnPorsche finale killed me nobody talk to me I'm dead

[widevibratobitch]

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