#rp: surprise in the pipe

[shimmerbeasts]

Meetings, politics, economic profits, blah, blah, blah. So very boring. Even as Silco had told Jinx what he had to do this morning, she had found herself tuning out for most of it. It wasn't like Papa allowed her to partake in those meetings anyway. No, it was just him and the brutish bear, all morning running up and down in the Undercity. Making deals, and ensuring Shimmer shipments were taken care of. All that boring stuff, which did not involve bloodshed and mayhem. All the boring stuff, which had no use for her gadgetry.

Usually, he insisted that she ought to focus on her gadgetry in these moments. After all, a revolution could never idle. However, she had not been able to come up with anything right now, so instead she decided to mess around with Silco when he returned. After all, he always spoke of how they had to be able to install a good dose of fear into Piltover. And wasn't there a saying that practice makes perfect?

Silco preferred to use the back entrance of The Last Drop as that tended to be less crowded. There was an old vent pipe huddled against plumming right on the opposite side of the entrance. Jinx had plunged into it and after arranging her body to be perfectly concealed, she flipped the lid shut and waited. Despite the cramped environment, the darkness and the stale air, Jinx felt no fear. Her hearing was so fine, that she could easily make out the rhythm of steps outside. Jinx listened for the telltale gait of Silco's steps. Slow, meticulous, controlled like everything about him.

Jinx burst out of the pipe as soon as Silco walked past her. "Raaaahhhh!", she screamed playfully as she swiped at his shoulder with a hand. If Jinx had bothered striking properly, her claws would have met flesh. As things stood now though, they whisked harmlessly past Silco's sleeves and coat collar. Still, she had timed her strike perfectly. Silco staggered, whirled around and reached for his hip where his knife used to be before it had found a new home, impaled in his desk. Shock distorted his features and made Jinx's heart swell with pride.

"Gotcha!", she called with glee as she squeezed her way out of the pipe and hopped on the ground beside him. "You should have seen your face!" As Silco fixed up his appearance again - after all, the leader of all Chem-Barons could not seem startled for one moment -, she said: "I know. I just couldn't come up with anything new and exciting to show you. Besides, you always said how we are supposed to scare Piltover. Did I scare you, Silly? Did I?"

[@shimmerbeasts asked :: "😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse (Jinx for Silco)" (ask meme here)]

 Business was done for the day. He hated morning-set meetings. Not only were they a slog to get through, betraying his natural nocturnal schedule to attend, but they were at higher risk of topside interference. Even with the sheriff in his pocket, he still had the instincts of a resistance leader. Never risk your important people in a display of pride or complacency. Ah, but the chem barons were becoming complacent, that was a fact. They were always complaining about profits and politics, rather than focusing on the true goal of holding the undercity together and turning against the true enemy: Piltover. It seemed as though they were happy enough to live under oppressive rule if it meant that they, personally, thrived.

 It made him sick.

 The drive back was a quiet one, spent mostly with him looking out the window and to the streets. So much had changed since their revolt against topside, yet it seemed like nothing would change their fate. People were now free to live their precious little lives, but only under the blind thumb of Piltover’s Council. They would be pit against one another, fighting for the scraps that topside would deem worth sparing. He felt the cab slow to a stop, and glanced up to see the green glow on the Last Drop’s illuminated sign. He was home. He tossed a small pouch of gears to the driver. “Keep the change,” he growled out before climbing into the open air.

 He preferred the back entrance to the club. It was a more secure path to his office, even when the club was inactive. Every time he walked through the alley, though, he was reminded of the time he was pinned against the walls and searched during an enforcer raid back in the days of the Underground. it was unpleasant, but easy enough to ignore. His feet carried him around the building and through to the back alley, where a closed off vent pipe had always resided, its flip-lid currently sitting shut. Just as he made to pass by it, something blue and bright burst from the pipe. He spun, hand slamming to his hip, where his knife used to live before its new home in the desk was found.

 Jinx. It was Jinx.

 He slowly eased back down, lowering his hand to his side again. “Good work. You actually managed to get my heart going.” He offered her a small smirk and raspy huff as he fixed his hair with his other hand. “Shouldn’t you be working on your gadgetry?”

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

"let me show you real magic!"

(sorcerers and swindlers AU part 1)

RP with my wonderful sweetheart @surprise-sausage-party <3 <3

"come one, come all!"

right in the middle of the plaza a small crowd formed, only getting bigger the more the well dressed gentleman in its midst spoke.

why was that?

why, that guy was no ordinary man! he was a man of magic!

"see what my powers allow me to do! with just a single wave of my hand, I am now capable of controlling these rodents!" the man said, leading the crowd's attention towards the small table he was standing next to.

He waved his hands around as he said, and amazingly, the three rats aimlessly running around on it came to a halt, swaying from side to side as if it a trance.

there were still some sceptics in the audience, but that feat alone already earned him a couple of 'ooooh's.

"now watch this!" the man said, snapping his fingers and making the rats move.

two of them stood next to each other, their snouts facing the crowd, as the third rat suddenly leapt on top of the two others' heads, it's little hands in the air as if it were striking a pose.

"oooh!!" "that is incredible!!" "how did he do that??"

the man chuckled, basking in his fame.

up until someone from the back piped up.

"how do we know those things aren't just well trained?" they said, earning agreement from the others. "right! they could just be well trained!" someone said, acting as if they were making a new point, despite the fact they were just parroting the other.

the magician only chuckled in response.

"why, there are limits to how well you can train a rat, aren't there?" he explained.

once again, he snapped his fingers, putting the little ones back into their trance.

"how about some suggestions?" he asked the crowd, challenging the notion that he trained them, by letting the crowd lead his magic.

this chance of participation excited the audience as they waited for the magician to pick someone.

however, what those poor people didn't see, were the other rats..

while three of them were busy amusing them, five others scurried around between their legs, picking their wallets out of their pockets without being spotted.

with a few hops, they ran behind the magician, dropping their loot into the bag beside his feet.

[occasionallyprosie]

A Thousand Ways

Chapter 14: "Passing Through"

Linkle and Warriors would 100% rp royalty as kids and Legend and Hyrule are theatre kids... also, the ballad didn't work.

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"So, is she staying with us?" Wild asked after they took out the monster camp with Linkle's help. Her mere presence had set Warriors off and the two were constantly bantering, more than any of the others ever did with each other and that��was saying something.

At first, some of them were concerned, then they collectively realized that Warriors was more relaxed than they almost had ever seen him. It really showed when the fight began, and Linkle and Wars basically handled the entire thing. They fought together incredibly well, Linkle using crossbows and Piyoko--Legend was surprised at how attached Piyoko was to Linkle, she adored the heroine who loved her in return--as weapons, Piyoko definitely had the time of her life, while Warriors used his sword and shield to control the entire camp with ease... with the exception of the couple black bloods that Legend and Hyrule, and Time and Wind handled 

Honestly, Legend saw half their group just hanging back and he joined them in time to see both siblings gang up on a giant, and bring it down in record time.

Both were grinning at the end of it all, high-fiving and throwing insults at the other's form and battle choices.

"If she wants to," Warriors said in response to Wild's question. He shrugged. "I can't stop her if she does."

Linkle scooped up Piyoko into her arms. "I'd love to, goddesses know I miss this kind of thing, but I have to pass." She turned to Warriors. "One of us needs to stay back home, and tell Ma about that pretty little lie of yours."

"I told you--"

"Yeah yeah." Linkle waved him off. "Whatever. I'll tell her that it's a new development and her baby boy didn't lie to her face."

"I am literally a grown adult--With children!"

"Kids you adopted during the war so they wouldn't be sent to an orphanage don’t count."

"Hey!" Wind exclaimed.

"Rude," Time grunted.

Warriors gestured at them. "Does it look like we care? Why does Mom trust you more than me when my kids are actual children and not animals?" 

"Because I have more than you, and they're better trained. Mask dyed Impa's hair green!"

Legend glanced at Hyrule, leaning over to whisper to him and Wild.

"Bets that Mask is the Old Man?"

"No way," Wild hissed back. "It's totally the sailor."

"Ma would side with me that actual kids are far harder to take care of than a flock of cuccos!" Warriors argued.

Linkle scowled. "You know what? Fine! I'll adopt two of my own!"

"Wha--You’re going to--"

Legend and Hyrule both broke when Linkle raised an eyebrow at them.

"Us?" Hyrule pointed at them.

Linkle nodded. "I like you two, besides, I bet you'd beat Mask and Tune."

"No way!" Wind piped up. "We'd kick their ass! Besides, you can't take the Vet, he's my baby brother."

Time snorted. "Wow, Sailor. I'm wounded."

"You’re my little brother, there's a difference," Wind huffed, "Apple's my baby brother and Aryll's my baby sister."

Legend staggered a bit as Hyrule hugged him and declared, "My little brother now!"

"Daaad!" Wind whined, pouting at Warriors.

Legend couldn't help but laugh. Warriors sighed and tried to barter with Linkle, who stood her ground about adopting him and Hyrule.

Wild leaned over. "Would you let her?"

Legend looked at Hyrule, they shrugged.

"Sure," Hyrule agreed.

"Only when we're in this era though," Legend added, thinking of Dusk. "I don’t want to deal with... having to explain that to anyone. If she really wants, then fine, but only legally binding here... I'll let her claim it whenever, if only so we can fight the Sailor and Old Man."

"Yeah," Hyrule smirked, arm still slung over his shoulders. "We'd totally win."

Linkle gestured at them while Warriors groaned.

"Ha! I win! Next time you guys show up here, I'll have the paperwork ready," she swore. "Okay?"

"I can't believe you three." Warriors threw his hands up, turning away.

"Okay," Hyrule told Linkle. "Are you our mom now? Or...?"

"Sure. Next time, I'll introduce you to my Ma as her better grandchildren."

"Rude! Link, why didn't you ever introduce us to your Mom?!" Wind demanded.

"I-I--" Warriors floundered.

Legend could honestly tell that Linkle had only actually offered to mess with Warriors, and if agreeing messed with the Captain and the Sailor? Well, he was all for that.

What kind of 'baby brother' would he be if he didn't take whatever opportunity he was presented with to mess with his apparent siblings?

The portal came during the walk back to town, which was less filled with Warriors and Linkle arguing, and more filled with Linkle questioning him and Hyrule about their lives 'as a good mother would.'

"Well!" Warriors said loudly, interrupting Hyrule and Legend explaining their era and how it was different from his era to Linkle. "As fun as it has been to see you again, my dear sister, we simply must be going now."

Legend snorted, he heard Wild and Four sharing giggles too. Twilight and Sky had taken up the rear of the group, and both seemed especially amused.

Linkle pouted. She wrapped her arms around Legend and Hyrule. "Oh must you, Captain?" She replied, losing every ounce of her country accent in replacement of a posh, castle town accent. "Oh Captain please, my sons are only children, you need not take them away to fight battles for a higher power. Please spare them. Look! They are no soldiers, nor squires training to be such, doest thou not see their fear at facing warfare?"

Oh she is amazing, Piyoko clucked, Link, your new mom is amazing and I love her.

Warriors' face hardened, but the mirth was clear and it was a conscious decision to help bolster Linkle's argument by pulling on every part of his self control and acting ability to play the part of a scared kid. Hyrule's shoulders stopped shaking from holding in laughter and a glance showed that his successor was an excellent actor too.

"The Queen's commands are clear, these boys are to march to battle and face against the dark horrors of time," Warriors declared.

"You monster!" Linkle cried dramatically, playing up her part of a scared mother despite not looking even barely old enough to be their mother. "Child stealer!"

"Okay, okay!" Twilight intervened, choking on laughter. "Even if this is entertainin', we really do needa go. So say bye t' yer Ma, Vet, Traveler, and let's go."

On one hand, he could just cut the act, on the other... Legend looked at Linkle, and he was definitely pouting and using everything he knew to appear scared. "Ma, I don’t want to go."

Hyrule couldn't hold it in anymore and he broke, grabbing his stomach and wheezing in his laughter. Warriors gaped at him, as if surprised he was a decent actor, while Linkle immediately hugged him.

"I know, I know," she held firm to her own act, "but you must." She pulled away and held his face, he grabbed her hands and could see how she was starting to struggle to keep character too. He really wanted to break. "Be strong, and filled with courage. You will find your way back home, I know it."

A beat passed before they both broke, and the entire area was filled with various forms of laughter, loud and boisterous, high and wheezy, contained and quiet, someone's sounded like a fairy's even and another's was carried by the wind itself it felt like.

Legend wiped a tear from his eye. For a moment, it felt like everything was actually okay. For a moment, he was just joking around with friends, pulling stupid jokes and teasing each other.

The next, he felt Piyoko brush his leg, and the reminder of why she was with him hit him. With that, came the reminder of everything that had happened in the last few months. He managed to not let his renewed realization show to strongly, the laughter slowly fizzled out and he lent down to pick up Piyoko.

Link? She sounded concerned. He'd seen her fight with Linkle, but also needed Linkle's aid at every moment. All Piyoko could truly do was distract, and blind if she was lucky. Unlike heroes who accidentally harm cuccoos, monsters had no qualms with smacking them from the sky and he had seen so many close calls in just one fight alone. Linkle was used to accounting for them and ensuring their safety, Legend wasn't and he didn't want to risk her safety to learn.

"Let's--"

"Linkle?" Legend looked at the older woman, she was Warriors' twin, wasn't she? 

"Yeah?"

"Would you be willing to keep Piyoko?"

He heard several people freeze and inhale sharply. He wasn't sure exactly why.

Linkle frowned, crossing her arms. "Why?"

Warriors spoke up, instructing the others to go ahead and file through, to make sure they had their supplies and everything.

Link? Piyoko sounded hurt, though also concerned.

"I... She's a good fighter," Legend said, looking down at her in his arms. "One of my oldest companions, but... I don’t know how to fight with her, and I can't risk her in order to learn. More than that... You've mentioned you have a whole flock of your own, she's friendly and can assimilate, and... and Piyoko, we both know you prefer life on the farm rather than on the road. You also have said you love Linkle, if you’re both okay with it, I think this would be the best option for you."

Piyoko stared up at him, completely silent. He could almost feel her hurt, but the way she wasn't immediately pecking him and telling him he was an idiot--like she had when he suggested she stay with one of the farmers in Kakariko with the other cuccoos--meant he was right and she actually was considering it.

A part of him wanted to take his words back, to keep Piyoko with him. She'd been there in Holodrum, had always been someone he could trust. Din, he'd called her his emotional support animal for all the times he'd vent and she'd offer insight. But he also knew that no matter how much he wanted to cling to before--before his grandparents, before that cell, those days where he could feel his body wasting in that cave--and how Piyoko was a reminder of that, of days between adventures at his grandparents farm, of the lightness in Holodrum, of safety and warmth and peace... she was still a farm animal, and he wouldn't choose his own mental security over her physical safety. Not in a million years. Not ever.

If she's okay with it, Piyoko conceded, almost surprisingly so.

Linkle held her arm out and Piyoko jumped to her, wings flapping to aid the transfer.

"I'll take good care of her, visit when you can," while he can, Linkle gave him a pointed look.

He nodded. "Of course... Later, Piyoko."

...bye Link. Be safe.

"When am I not?"

Warriors and Twilight were the only ones waiting left, as per usual, the local Link would be the last to enter the portal. Legend left with Twilight, and everyone waited a few minutes longer before Warriors came through and it shut behind them.

During his watch, Legend watched the sun rise against all odds, and sure, astronomers of his era had determined the world to be a sphere and to revolve around the sun, but did he particularly care for that detail? No. The sun rose, that's why they called it a sunrise.

There were a million things he could think about.

Raven, how his ancestor not only was the grandson of the Fallen Hero, but how the people seemed to regard the Fallen Hero and in turn how they treated Raven... and what he did in spite of it. Additionally, just the fact that he'd never see Raven again... again. That's the second time he's lost the one man he's considered a parental figure, his uncle had been great but he... there was something there, he was always his uncle, never quite a father figure.

The fact he can't seem to die. That cell, he didn't look over to see the blood but he knew that no person should've survived what he did, and he didn't know how. But maybe Dusk had some special method of saving his life. Then the cave... the island and storms... he had been sick, so sick he couldn't move and didn't eat for days, he knew now he shouldn't have survived that--learning how long they'd been in the Sailor's era and the Traveler's era right afterwards--and yet, he did. He didn't know what Marley and Raven did either, but they didn't have access to things that would've done anything special.

He knew he should've died in that cell, he was certain of that fact, but that portal had come at the perfect time... More than that, the portal had come to that cave and had to of dropped Legend right on Raven in order for him to have survived that too.

He knew the goddesses wasn't done with him, this was just further proof of that.

Or... he glanced at the back of his left hand. Maybe my ancestry plays a larger part in that survival.

Three people here were his ancestors. 

Sky was the easiest to place and yet the hardest to come to terms with. Sky was from before the timeline got chaotic, the line from him to Legend was straight and simple. He was the easiest to understand and yet... how was he, Legend, a descendant of the goddess, and by extension, royalty?

Time was probably the easiest to come to terms with, his was a bit weird with the timeline and parallel worlds, but it was comprehensible. Time was the Fallen Hero, Legend had figured that out, Twilight's Hero of Time was from the exact same time as the Fallen Hero, the history books claimed him to have done the same things as the Fallen Hero... only he succeeded in the end. It was weird, but Legend could understand it. He knew Raven was his ancestor, and he now knew Raven's grandfather was the Fallen Hero. So sure, Time wasn't his ancestor, but in a weird parallel timeline way, he was. That was simple.

What wasn't simple was Twilight, what wasn't easy to come to terms with was Twilight. Because if they were related, it was confusing.

Legend knew exactly four things about his father: one, he was younger than his uncle, two, he looked almost nothing like his uncle aside from the bare minimum sibling similarities, three, his name had been Link and Legend was named after him, and four, he died around the same time Legend had been born.

Now, that paired with the fact that his uncle Alphon was his uncle, would lead one to assume that Twilight--well his parallel self in Legend's timeline--was his father. Easy, simple, timeline shenanigans makes it confusing but only a little more than Time.

Except that Legend has met Dusk and her two children, the children that are the parallels to him and Fable. He knows who their father is, and the problem is that their father is Alphon and Legend knows his father isn't Uncle Alphon.

That's the confusing part. Legend genuinely doesn't know how to place Twilight, his best conclusion is that Dusk and Twilight had some other variable that kept them from falling in love or at least having two kids that Legend's parents didn't. And knowing that Fable's counterpart was born... roughly two years after Twilight's adventure, meant that variable was probably related to his adventure.

But, how did Dusk's daughter look so identical to Fable if she had a different father, who bared little resemblance to Twilight? 

"Honestly, couldn't some part of my life been simple?" He muttered. He wished Piyoko was here--she's safer with Linkle.

"Did you say something?" Wild looked up from the breakfast he was working on.

"No, just thinking. Need a hand with that?"

The moment Legend opened his eyes, he knew things were wrong.

He shot up and almost expected to see lapping waves and hear cawing seagulls, only to see a familiar forest.

"What the..." he breathed, pushing himself to stand as he looked around. He dug out his ocarina and tried to play the Ballad of the Wind Fish.

The song reverberated in the forest—which it shouldn't have, the notes should've just expanded further—and thrummed all around him.

Nothing changed though. He almost began again when he heard a bush rustle.

He moved quickly, drawing his sword only to see a man rush through the small clearing to kneel by a tree. He put something inside it before quickly shoving his cloak into some sling at his chest.

“Excuse me?” Legend called, wary. He reached for the man’s shoulder.

Yelling caught his attention, familiar yelling. He tensed as he shifted his stance, the man shot up quickly.

“This way!”

“Find him!”

A squad of knights burst from the same direction the man had come from. The man moved past Legend in a way that should have bumped his shoulder, but he just went through him.

The realization near smacked him in the face.

This was a vision, he had some of those when he was younger but ever since Koholint he couldn’t differentiate them from dreams. He was seeing some scene, past, present, or future, and he couldn’t intervene. So he observed.

The cloak had been hiding a forest green tunic lined in golds, a golden crown, though Legend couldn't quite see his face from his angle.

“Stand down,” the leading knight commanded, and Legend froze when he saw that familiar glaze in the equally familiar knight’s eyes. “We only wish to kill the boy.”

“Over my dead body,” the man snarled, Legend felt a flash of familiarity at the voice.

“So be it.”

He swallowed thickly. What being had dragged him into some hell where his main torturer, visibly decades younger, was facing a younger and more composed Twilight?

Time grabbed Twilight’s arm and pulled him back. “We’re only observers, Pup.”

“He can’t see us,” Twilight croaked.

Hyrule was waving a hand in front of Legend’s face, but their scholar didn't even notice. Time didn't know how exactly, but they were all sharing some kind of vision, except Legend was separate from them. He blamed the goddesses.

“There’s a baby here!” Wind exclaimed from where he and Four had investigated the tree the nobleman had been knelt by.

Wild suddenly yelped loudly, grabbing Twilight’s arm as he jumped back.

Time turned to look at what startled the Cub, and only due to his earned dark vision, could he see the nobleman's face. The darkness of the snowstorm overhead didn't help, but his face was very clear.

Though it lacked tattoos and scars, it was undoubtedly their rancher, or someone closely related to him. His jaw the same shape, his nose and eyes, the way Time could almost feel a connection to him...

Time tightened his grip on his pup as he felt him go rigid beside him. The man in front of them wasn’t much of a man, maybe Sky’s age, younger than Twilight at least.

“What in Hylia’s…” Sky breathed.

The lookalike cut down two of the knights before an arrow lodged into his bicep. He didn’t cry out and only barely switched his sword to his other hand to block another blade. Time didn’t know what they were meant to be seeing; between the alleged baby in the tree behind them, the young man fighting to save both their lives, and Legend’s exclusion from them.

Time felt his blood go cold as a blade sank through the bundle on the young man’s chest, and then through his chest too. He could see the sword protruding from the man's back.

“NO!” Wild screamed.

Twilight lunged to catch him and pull him back, Time pulled both back as he listened to Twilight promise Wild that it wasn’t him. Wind cried out too, and Warriors was quick to pull him and Hyrule to him as they watched the young man snarl, baring slight fangs. The young man swung his sword desperately, and it knocked the knight’s helmet off, but did little other damage.

“Agahnim will fail,” he swore, “you’ll fail.”

The knight laughed; Sky suddenly made a horrified noise upon seeing the knight’s face.

“With that brat dead, he will prevail,” the knight sneered. “With you out of the way, that wife of yours will be easy pickings, king.”

The knight shoved the noble off his sword, the man fell back and into the snow. 

In a reminder that Legend was completely separate from them, the veteran shot forward, dropping to his knees beside the nobleman.

“No, no, no—” Legend said as the knights all laughed. They boasted to one another, cheered how Agahnim would be pleased, and left the nobleman to die. “Don’t tell me—”

“No--Kit, it’s not him, it's not the Rancher,“ Sky tried as the young nobleman struggled to breathe, blood slipping from his mouth.

Time hated to see it, that was his pup—in look, at least—who was dying on the forest floor. It was that inn all over again.

A ripple of violet wrapped around their scholar for a moment, and just in time, Legend’s hand landed on the young man’s chest.

“He touched him!” Four gasped, voicing what Time knew they all were thinking. This was a vision, a dream, how could Legend interact with it like that?

“Who…” the man murmured, frowning and his brows knitting together in a way that Time could only see Twilight, could only see his descendent laying there.

“Wait—I have a fairy,” Legend shoved his hand into his pouch. “It’s going to be alright—You’ll be fine, you’ll get out of this—”

“Yer him,” the man slurred, and Great Forests, he even sounded like Twilight. “I… I got’ta see… ya grown up…”

Time held his pup a bit tighter as they all stared at the scene.

Legend made a strangled noise. “No, no, no—Where is that damn fairy?!” He suddenly froze as the man raised a bloodied hand to his cheek. “W-What--”

“If yer here…” the young man said, “s’means… yer not changin’ it… are ya?”

Time did not know their acclaimed Veteran Hero to be fragile, yet in that moment he looked like breaking glass.

“I can’t, can I?” He responded, voice breaking. He didn't sound his years either. “I’m sorry—I’ll fix it though! I—Agahnim doesn’t win! I stopped him, and-and I—I saved Zel—She’s—She’s okay too. You—You’re okay—You don’t have to worry.”

It hit him: Legend wasn’t seeing Twilight.

“I know… ya got the look of a hero… jus’ like y’r ancestors.” The young man smiled just as his hand slipped down from Legend’s face, leaving a line of blood down it. “I’m… ‘m proud.”

Legend caught his hand but otherwise didn’t move, his mouth moved as if to speak but no sound emerged.

“What the hell?” Warriors breathed.

“Is he okay?” Wind whispered, daring to try and touch Legend again while the veteran just stared at the dead man in front of him.

“I don’t—” Twilight choked out, “he’s not okay—Ordona, please.”

Wind’s hand went through Legend again.

A call caught their attention. Legend’s head jerked to the side toward the wider forest. He scrambled to his feet as that purple wisp wrapped around him again and the call grew clearer.

“Link!” All their heads turned toward the older woman. She was followed by an older man carrying a lantern, just outside the area. “Link! Baby, we came! Where are…”

“Leanne,” the man grabbed her arm, staring in their direction. “Is that…”

She pushed branches aside and entered the area, Twilight made a strangled noise while Legend, who saw them too, let out a pained cry as he dropped back to his knees.

The woman rushed to the body on the ground, her hand brushing through Legend’s shoulder and half of Sky’s body as he failed to get out of the way quick enough. 

She let out a horrid scream, one worse than any redead Time had ever heard, a cry of pain deeper than any injury, than any sword wound.

“LINK! NO! GODDESSES NO! NOT MY BABY!” She screamed, falling to the ground beside the dead man.

She screamed and sobbed and begged the goddesses not to take her child, her husband kneeling beside her and placing his hand on his son’s leg, eyes slipping shut.

Time couldn’t move, her cries froze him to his place, and it seemed all of them had the same reaction, except for their veteran.

Legend, with visible tears streaming down his cheeks, rushed over to the grieving couple and dropped beside the woman.

“Gran—Gran, please stop crying,” Legend begged, and Time felt the pieces click into place. At that same moment, Twilight fell to the ground just beside Time. Wild made a worried noise as he dropped beside the Rancher. “Gran, please, it’s okay, I’m so sorry—Look! Gran, look at him, he’s smiling. Gran please, don’t cry. I’ll fix it, I will.”

He sounded like a child, he sounded like Time when he had begged Navi not to leave, he sounded desperate and broken and like he just wanted to fix the one thing he had left.

“We shouldn’t be seeing this,” Four said, stepping back. “We’re not supposed to be seeing this.”

The woman faltered, her hand lowered to the man’s face and brushed his cheek, tugging the smile that had remained when his spirit moved on.

“My baby,” she sobbed, her cries quieting. “My baby boy.”

Another kind of cry caught all their attention, in the hollow of a tree came the sound of a crying infant.

“Oh,” Legend breathed. “That’s how…” He let out a pained laugh for seemingly no reason.

The old couple both went to the tree, and the woman cooed, it was strained and a bit painful, as she scooped an infant wrapped in royal blue from the hollow.

Time stumbled as the world suddenly jerked beneath their feet.

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carchase christmas fics recommendations ✨

hi there, now i have a blog completely dedicated to carchase i wanted to share the fics i loved reading at christmas, this three fics were written by joe kerr on the site findcarmen.com, i highly recommend TECS rp's and fics to read. please enjoy.

✰ miracles do happen by joe kerr

It all started when she walked into my office. She sashayed in with all the flair and panache one would expect from a lady of her position; not surprising really until I considered that she had entered through the window.

Impressive, not that I would let her know of course.

She was devoid of her usual personal effects, opting instead to don a form fitting evening dress; it was strapless and on closer inspection looked to be made out of the finest silk; its burgundy tones complimented perfectly by the similarly hued stilettos she wore. The ensemble was capped off with a white faux fur shawl, diamond earrings and a matching necklace.

Very impressive indeed. Right, stop staring.

Her crimson lips curled into that infamous smirk of hers and soon parted to let her dulcet tones seduce my oh so weary ears.

"Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble; not this time, not tonight."

I merely raised an eyebrow in response.

And I would believe you, why?

Displaying her unearthly and frankly sometimes disturbing ability to read minds (mainly mine), she answered the question that had been on the tip of my tongue.

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✰ happy thanksgiving by joe kerr

(i know it says "thanksgiving" but it also has the feeling of christmas)

As the thieves tucked into their desert, Kidman turned towards the object of her adulation. “I just realized that you never got to share what you were thankful for, Carmen.” The VILE Leader merely displayed her trademark enigmatic smile as the rest of the table turned curiously toward her. “I guess if I have to pick something, I’d say I’m thankful for ACME.” At first, Kidman laughed heartily, thinking Carmen was telling one of her rare jokes. However, she stopped abruptly after realizing everyone else at the table wasn’t laughing but instead smiling thoughtfully. Perplexed, she turned back to Carmen, waiting for an explanation. “Confused little one? Don’t be. For as long as I’ve played this game, ACME has been a most worthy adversary, and a fairly reliable ally during the more distasteful of times. They have made the game most enjoyable thus far, and for that I am thankful.”

“Ey, they might be stick-in-the-muds but there ain’t no denying those gumshoes are good at what they do.” Vic mused before eating another spoonful of the gelato. “You know,” Joe piped up. “ACME and VILE are really the last of a dying breed. We represent ideals that are almost non-existent in the world today – the honest cop and the honourable thief. We’re two sides of the same coin really.” “Yeah, but we’re the glittery side.” Patty giggled. Carmen raised her glass, halting any further conversation on the topic. “A toast then, to ACME.” “To ACME!” came the unanimous reply.

As the dining room soon erupted into laughter and animated conversations again, Carmen discreetly glanced at the untouched piano and smiled ruefully. Lifting her glass almost imperceptibly, she whispered to no one in particular, “Happy Thanksgiving Chase.”

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✰ a very secret santa by joe kerr

“Hey, just wondering, who do you think got the Director? He’s playing right? Must be real stressful having to shop for him.” Sharing a conspiratorial smile, the siblings pulled Nevon aside to educate him. “You don’t have to worry about Chase, Nevon. His secret santa is always the same every year.” “Wait, what? That’s like insane odds. Whoever that person is really ought to go to Vegas, not that I’m advocating gambling or anything.” Ivy laughed knowingly. “Oh, I’m sure she does go there once in awhile.” “She? Oh you mean Renee? Makes sense that his PA would be the one drawing his name. She’d know him best.” Zack shook his head. “No, not Renee. Its someone else, someone who knows him better than anyone of us could. Best person to shop for him really, if you think about it.” Nevon was now officially befuddled. “I don’t understand.” Instead of enlightening him, the siblings opted to converse with each other, wanting to see if Nevon would pick up on their hints. “So you think she’ll show this year?” “Maybe. But it’s more likely that she already came and went. She’s about as much of a party person as Chase is.” “True that.” Nevon watched as the siblings shared another laugh at the apparent inside joke before continuing. “You know, it really is impressive how she always manages to slip in and out each year, especially considering that it’s hostile territory for her.” “True Zack. But she wouldn’t be worthy of her title if she couldn’t pull this off.” “Ivy, is that admiration I hear in your voice?” “Nope. Just giving credit where it is due.” Finally Nevon couldn’t stand it anymore. “Who is she? What are you talking about?” The siblings froze at the loudness of his voice and quickly turned around to apologize to the other guests for the outburst. Before Nevon could protest further, the siblings dragged him to one of the stairwells and addressed him in a hushed tone. “We’re sorry for pulling your strings, Nevon. But I guess now that you’re on of us, you ought to know.” “Know what?” “Uh-uh. You have to swear an oath of silence first.” Nevon was now even more confused. “What my little bro means, is that you have to promise not to mention this to anyone else.” Nevon nodded silently and even raised three fingers in a silent oath. “Ok, Nevon. Before we fill you in on the details, make an educated guess based on what you already heard from us. Final hint, you would think she’d be wearing a red dress.” Nevon went through the clues in his head - knows Director Devineaux better than anyone else...good at slipping in and out of the party...HQ or at least Accolade is ‘hostile territory’ to her...red dress…

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that's all, i hope you have a great reading, all credits to Joe kerr and the users of the findcarmen site, merry christmas ☺️

[mysticjourneys]

A Bizarre History

(closed rp with @hopefromadoomedtimeline)

Destruction and carnage. That is what humanity knew for yeas since the arrival of the cybernetic beings. Merely two entities that were human in their own right, but their actions and cold cruelty towards life left them to be more considered as androids, their soul mission to kill all in their path.

People screamed and ran in panic as another shelter for humanity was being overrun by the destructive force of the androids. Amongst the crowds of fleeing citizens was a young woman named Joanna. Clad in a red jacket, shorts, a black top and leather boots, she pushed pass the crowd not away from the energy blasts but towards it. A determined look on her face to save as many lives as she possibly could.

"Hey, sis, I'm at thirty-seven," the black haired teen with a orange bandanna around his neck said, his black t-shirt over his white striped long-sleeved shirt sporting a Red Ribbon army insignia. Along with the jeans and sneakers, he was very casual.

"I'm already at fifty," the blonde haired woman said, her fashionable blue jacket having the same logo on her back, while she wore a denim skirt that matched her jacket, black leggings, and boots that stopped at her calves.

"What? No way, you're cheating."

The two androids, 17 and 18 respectively, were having a killing score contest. The value of human lives lost to them as it was nothing more than a game.

Ripping a metal pipe from a wall, Joanna would rush in and with surprising strength hurls the pipe like a javelin at 18. The android would stop her blasting as she saw the incoming pipe, catching it just in time from getting her face smacked.

"You think it's your lost love?" 17 asked with a teasing tone. To which 18 would crush the pipe and slam it down.

Joanna resorted to hiding in the rubble of buildings, moving quietly as she now had their attention. Years of nearly escaping these monsters, to a point they developed some sick relationship together. Like owners trying to find a lost dog.

"Come on red-shirt. We know you're out there," 18 said, who proceeded to start blasting rubble away. Shot after shot, destroying land mass that provided as hiding spots for Joanna.

Joanna was behind a stone wall, heart pounding as she had a lighter in her hand. She took deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves at staring death in the face. She had a means of attack, a strategy that could disorient them. She began to count down...

"5..."

Boom!

"4..."

Boom!

"3..."

Boom!

"2..."

Joanna began to rush out, flicking the lighter open as everything began to move in slow motion. The eyes of the androids meeting hers as they were ready to trade blows.

[selamat-linting]

last night, a little homestuck before bed and :

-i dont think i can maintain the facade of composure or coherence anymore. this is five seconds before john find several people brutally slaughtered, including his own dad, and he himself get stabbed to death. look at him! look at how silly this child is. my zillyhoo son, its unfair theyre piling up all this shit to you.

-i get why rose went grimdark tbh. things are pretty bad out there. it fucks me up that she's like, taking over the suicide mission. and how awful it is that she'd gone off the deep end that she looked at her parents dead body and only think of killing. something i noticed between the two light players is that theyre always burdening themselves with the hard, difficult tasks alone even though the team wanted it to be done as a group effort. its commendable but not always a good thing.

-its pretty funny that the kids with shitty guardians' have a wildly contrasting reactions to their dead parents like

dave, at the beginning of story : my bro is the coolest guy ever

dave now : huh. he's dead. okay. time to use the sword lodged in his chest as a trampoline! sweet loot. i love not getting knifed in my apartment

rose, at the beginning of the story : my loathsome mother and her penchant for the devil's drink!!!!!

rose, now : i should've looked out for her *activates rage mode*

i mean, i suppose thats appropriate but. you know how it is. poor kids, they've been through a lot. did they even have a warm meal lately? also i think bro is kinda handsome and i understand his fascination with puppets. i too, read a tentacle dick spamton fic as a lark and becomes genuinely intrigued with it.

-i am in love, in love! with the format of clicking to a collage of pictures. There was just so much Shit going on and the banner have doc scratch home being burned down and snowman making out after smoking a bloodied pipe. and then jade hunting frogs with dave. it would have been adorable to see these kids finally meeting each other for the first time if the world wasnt going to do a hard reset.

-fuck it. an AU. kids being kids. no sburb no tragedy. theyre just online friends. jade's grandpa is alive, he took jade into civilization often so she's not undersocialized and knows how to function if she wants to live a normal life. and as a birthday gift he took all of her friends to the island as a surprise for her 13th birthday. they spend the day catching frogs and playing paintball. and then at night, rose and jade urge everyone to try lucid dreaming. none of them made it because theyre all too busy making fun of john's movie selection. dave is beatboxing over squiddles music. and then right in the middle of their playing, a ship crash landed to the island. it was the trolls.

-uhhghgghghhh i need to see. an animatic. of jade and dave's fight. with bec noir. look at all the moves theyre making it would have been one hell of a fight and we were robbed of a proper flash with boisterous music! space time vs omnipotence lets fucking go!

-speaking of vriska, wow she really is giving her all in these pages. her last stand with jack. the enemy she took part in creating. she knew she was going to die and done her best asking out literally everyone alive. and the best/worst thing is, everyone accepts. terezi literally came to her with all the rp outfit they used to do. and, i know i should be shocked but im just laughing at karkat showing up late with the sloppy makeout note. And she gave the cutest most adorable date proposal to john like, ugh its cute teenage puppy love! yes, i think they'd go well together. I dunno, maybe its my kimharry enjoyer heart speaking, but i think characters who'd done terrible violence should be with someone who only met them after they strived to be someone better, or at least a blank slate. that way, they get a fresh start and can focus on improving instead of getting distracted with hurt feelings and old wounds. also i am not burdening terezi, aradia, tavros, and all of the kids she personally maimed with All of That tbh. unless they want to ofc.

-anyways, here is the updated vriska relationship chart

matesprit -> still, the poster of nicholas cage in con air, or karkat if youre so inclined to imagine a world where she makes out with karkat before fighting terezi. gross lol.

moirallegiance -> john, full stop. her relationship with terezi needs some peace time before coming back into pale redrom

kismesis -> terezi. im FROTHING at the mouth thinking at the tragedy of their relationship. this is some intergenerational trauma shit, some wicked codependency junk, like the cuno and his buddy C. its the real shit fa- (okay i should stop speaking like cuno before i embarras myself)

-also. WHY WAS IT A JUST DEATH! im hitting the clock im destroying it with jack. fuck you fuck you so much. Doc scratch fix the clock so it gives me what i want or i'll burn your house! asshole!

-im curious about the sprites. i hope they find a way to be relevant again. i've always think theyre awesome and has more info that could have been beneficial for the kids.

-all in all, i give this homestuck liveread and overall rating of what the fuck what the fuck ohhhhh ohhh my fucking godd imma read this again motherfucker

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

Dancing Into The Sunset

Dancing Into The Sunset

by DawnOfTomorrow

Crowley cringed as soon as he stepped into the room. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d expected, letting his friend sign him up for an LGBT-friendly dance class, but, well, it wasn’t the airy, bright dance studio that, by all accounts, looked like every other studio out there. Anathema had something to answer for. ---- “Oh he’s lovely!” Newt piped up.

Crowley blinked, surprised by the enthusiastic description – and the way both Tracy and Shadwell nodded eagerly as if Newt had just assured him the sun rose in the East.

“Regular angel, this Fell?” He asked awkwardly, unsure what to make of the high praise.

“Oh hardly. They exaggerate.” A new voice chimed in from behind him. His back stiffened automatically, the sound of the voice like a caress up Crowley’s spine. The accent was formal, as close to RP as he’d ever heard a normal human speak.

He turned around to look at the owner of that voice, desperately hoping it to be someone unattractive.

No such luck.

Words: 7038, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Madame Tracy (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Anathema Device, Newton Pulsifer, Beelzebub (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Getting Together, Pining, Genderfluid Crowley (Good Omens), Misunderstandings, Gabriel is Not Nice (Good Omens), Self-Esteem Issues, Aziraphale is a dance teacher, Crowley discovers he likes dancing, Anathema is responsible for all of it, Bottom Crowley (Good Omens), Inexperienced Aziraphale (Good Omens), Slow Burn, Not 6000 years though, Crowley is a Mess (Good Omens), Crowley is Whipped (Good Omens), Soft Aziraphale (Good Omens)

From https://ift.tt/7VsYFMg https://archiveofourown.org/works/45722413

[not-bcring]

the-ultimate-muses:

Open RP - Kazuichi Soda

Kazuichi watched in disbelief as the chain to his engine lift finally snapped, the broken pieces clattering off the engine he had hooked it to and onto the floor. He knew the thing was old, it was a beaten and rusty thing he had pulled out of the scrapyard well over a year ago, but for it to break now of all times was a real fuck you from the universe.

He was actually getting paid to fix this car by one of the seniors at the school, and he had promised to get it done by tomorrow so the guy could take his girlfriend out on a date. It would take him at least one extra day to track down another hoist, not to mention the work he had to do to actually fix the thing. There was no doubt the upperclassman would be fuming when he told him. What if he beat him up for ruining his date!? He was a big guy being the ultimate football player and all…

No, waiting wasn’t an option, Kaz had to get this engine done today. He stuck his head under the hood to assess the situation, muttering a string of curses to himself. It wasn’t that big of an engine, he could probably lift it himself, right? He could always go track down Nekomaru or Akane if he couldn’t do it, they would probably be more than happy to help.

Still, he didn’t want to bother his classmates if he didn’t have to, so Kaz rolled up his sleeves, pulled his hat more firmly down on his head and got to work. Wrapping his fingers around the most stable spots he could, Kaz lifted with all his might, actually surprised that the engine started to budge a little.

After just a moment of struggle, the engine was out and had been set on the ground, Kaz standing over it with a proud smile as he took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow. “Take that, you piece of shit!”

「 ☆ 」   One of Kokichi’s favorite things to do is watch people without them knowing about it... Creepy as that may sound, he firmly stands by it. He learns a lot of interesting tidbits that way, plenty of which come in handy for the manipulative man. People do the most entertaining and enlightening shit when they believe they’re alone. It’s when masks slip off, revealing the rawness of human nature and all the exploitable goodies that come with it. Or, in this case, it reveals something that Kokichi ALREADY knew but never tires of being reminded of. 

Kazuichi is jacked as fuck.

As Kaz struggles with the engine, the little leader swiftly drops from the ceiling to land atop the car’s roof. Hitting with the silent finesse of a feline, Kokichi embodies that cat-like energy as he sits down cross-legged and waits for Kazuichi to finish his task. Entrance worthy of a heart-attack, if one were to have glanced away for a moment—say to, set a ridiculously heavy engine on the ground —it may feel as if the troublemaker manifested from thin air.

Not giving his boyfriend a chance to make the discovery on his own, Kokichi pipes up to shatter previous solitude,  ❝  That was pretty hot.  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

[thevalleyisjolly]

D&D classes ranked by how much I’d love to see Travis to play them with his new PC:

#14. Barbarian [1/10]

He’s already played Grog, and Ashton’s in the party, so I personally don’t think there are a lot of places to take another barbarian right now (although I’m fully prepared to be surprised once again by Travis Willingham). 

#13. Warlock or Sorcerer (Tied) [1.5/10]

Warlock is another class that Travis has already explored pretty deeply with Fjord, and in terms of party balance, the party’s fairly charismatic already.  Sorcerer is the same in terms of balance, with the added factor of giving the party another squishy caster.

#11. Bard [3/10]

Pretty much the same reasoning as before with party balance, but a little higher up because Travis hasn’t played a bard before and that could be really interesting (really, Travis could do a great job with any of these classes).

#10. Cleric [4/10]

Under no circumstances will Matt allow a two-cleric party again, but given what we’ve seen of Macaroni Samsonite, Travis could absolutely rock a more martial cleric.  Actually, what are the odds on Travis being a troll again and pulling out Macaroni Samsonite as his next PC?

#9. Wizard [4.5/10]

A little higher up than sorcerer because party balance aside, I think that Travis could do amazing things with a wizard and it’d be a lot of fun to see him playing a high INT character.  The only reason I’m not personally putting it higher is because I think it makes the party a little too squishy, but hey, I’m sure Matt would find a way to balance things if Travis really wants to play a wizard.

#8. Blood Hunter [5/10]

I’m gonna be honest, I’m personally not super into blood hunters as a class which is why it isn’t higher up, but Order of the Lycan is pretty much Travis’ werewolf dream come true.

#7. Paladin [6/10]

I know Fjord was a paladin multi class, but I’d love to see a paladin starting class.  I’d also love to see someone play an Oathbreaker paladin someday, and I think Travis could take that to some really interesting places.

#6. Fighter [6.5/10] 

Sure, Bertrand was a fighter, but I raise you this: Eldritch Knight Travis or Echo Knight Travis (or a home-brew subclass by Matt!)  I also think the party’s got the magic side of things pretty well covered right now, and a more martial-focused class would help round things out a bit.

#5. Rogue [7/10]

Now, a rogue isn’t a guarantee that the party will be able to pick the lock on a door or sneak around quietly, but it sure couldn’t hurt to have one around.  I also feel like Travis is up to the challenge of taking a fairly common, somewhat stereotyped class, and doing something unique and interesting with it.  Vax and Vex and Nott were each very different explorations of their respective rogue subclasses, and as a biased rogue player myself, I think rogues are a great RP challenge in terms of building a unique character beyond the class.

#4. Monk [8/10]

Mechanically, I love monks.  That’s pretty much it, although after that incredible Earthbreaker Groon fight in Campaign 1 and Beau in pretty much all of Campaign 2, I also think it would be a lot of fun to see where Travis would take a monk.  

#2. Ranger or Artificer (Tied) [9.5/10]

5e rangers haven’t had the best reputation, but with the amount of work that’s been done since release and with the amount of home-brew this campaign, I’d love to see Travis take on a revamped ranger (and Laura piping up with reminders about Hunter’s Mark, oh how the tables have tabled).  Artificer would also be super fun as one of the few INT-based classes (let Travis play high INT characters!), and it’d occupy a really unique support niche in the party. 

What I also really love about these classes is that they allow the player to lean into different roles as they please - both rangers and artificers can, depending on the build, deal damage or cast spells or provide various types of support or even just serve as fairly sturdy secondary tank.  And that’s not even taking RP into account.  So there’s a lot of variety depending on how you want to customize the character, and given how versatile and optimal Fjord’s build ended up being, I think Travis could knock either of these classes out of the park.

#1. Druid [10/10]

Remember that C2 intro where Travis aimed a can of silly string at Matt and there was that fantastic moment in time when Matt realized that he was about to silly stringed right in the face?  Without even factoring in the player’s RP, druids as a class are a can of silly string to the DM’s plans, and Travis has such a great gift for finding that clear line of sight. 

Also, I’d love to see another druid interact with Fearne, because you either get 1) a less chaotic druid juxtaposed against Fearne as a kind of character foil, or 2) two really weird druids.  Either way, more Travis-Ashley interactions!

[grandcompany]

LFRP: Capricious Wolf

🍂 THE BASICS 🍂

Name: Capricious Wolf

Age: 30

Birthday: 29th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon

Race: Hellsguard Roegadyn

Gender: Intergender (she/they)

Alignment: Neutral Good

Sexuality: Lesbian

Relationship Status: Dating

Server: Mateus (Crystal Datacenter)

🍂 PHYSICAL APPEARANCE 🍂

Hair: Her dark auburn hair is pulled back into a scruffy ponytail, but some of it always seems to escape to frame their face in autumn colors.

Eyes: Hazel

Height: 85 ilms (7’ 1”)

Build: Broad shouldered and muscular, but otherwise a little scrawny for a Roegadyn.

Distinguishing Features: She has a faint scar across the bridge of her nose, and a faded tattoo of three arrows tied together with a bent sprig of lavender on the inside of their right forearm.

Common Accessories: A cloth bandana around their neck or hair, a vulture talon necklace, a silver talisman with a prayer to Oschon scribed on it, a flask on her hip, arrows in her quiver, a knife at their belt, random feathers and flowers woven in their hair or tucked behind an ear.

🍂 PERSONAL 🍂

Professions:

Former poacher turned legitimate hunter. ( Archer / Lancer )

Lumberjack and occasional bodyguard. (Warrior)

Expert forager and hunter. (Botanist / Fisher)

Jill of all Trades and all-around handyperson. (Aspiring Omnicrafter)

Hobbies: Drinking, hunting, getting out of scrapes, probably more drinking, smoking, telling tall tales, singing bawdy songs, feeding the birds.

Residence: The Twelveswood

Birthplace: Gyr Abania

Religious Affiliation: Oschon

🍂 RELATIONSHIPS ––– 🍂

Romantic: Mirelle Bullion (girlfriend)

Children: none

Parents: Wildest Obelix (step-father), Ardent Leaf (mother)

Siblings: Felicitous Courel (half-brother)

Other Relatives: Tawny Hare (cousin), Noelle Auberlaine (cousin)

Pets:

Bean is less of a pet and more of a strange friend that crashes on her couch and steals her leftovers. The magpie steals her stuff, but also brings her interesting things from time to time. Is he a nuisance or a pal? She’s not sure.

Honey is her old reliable chocobo. Together they’ve been through seemingly a million scrapes and she’s damn attached to the old bird.

🍂 TRAITS ––– 🍂

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

🍂 ADDITIONAL INFORMATION 🍂

Smoking Habit: Yes, she smokes a small pipe.

Drugs: She’s been known to dabble, mostly in weed and mushrooms and the like.

Alcohol: Yes! Fuck yes.

🍂 RP HOOKS 🍂

Gal for Hire: She's always looking for work whether it's in the woods or the trades. They'l hire themself out as a tracker and guide, or else take commissions for foraged goods and simple crafts.

Shroud Survivalist: Growing up on the edges of the shroud Wolf learned quick that survival often meant breaking rules and getting away with what you could. While she's turned to more legitimate work these days she remembers her poacher past all too well.

Lodge Caretaker: Wolf runs the Wayward Lodge, a cabin and waystation in the wilds of the East Shroud. The Lodge is open to all and if Wolf is around they'll gladly tend wounds, fill bellies, and help in whatever other way they can.

🍂 OOC INFORMATION 🍂

Peaceful Rebel: Despite being a devoted pacifist Wolf has strong opinions about how Gridania treats its people. Few might know of the Wisplight Path's true goals, but those that do surely aren't surprised to find she's involved.

WOLF IS LOOKING FOR

Friends that they can rely on.

Patrons that will inspire (and pay) her.

New places to drink.

LGBTQ+ Friendly spaces to hang out in.

Maybe a little redemption for the shit she's done.

I’M LOOKING FOR

Collaborative storytelling and character development!

🍂 CONTACT INFORMATION 🍂

Writing partners to brainstorm with!

I’M NOT LOOKING FOR

Romance or ERP - Wolf is happily taken.

Status as the punching bag in some grimdark fantasy. Wolf is a Hopepunk character all the way.

Themes of sexual violence or abuse.

Contact with TERFs, Cops, or bigots in general. Please fuck off.

In-Game: Capricious Wolf

Asks & Info: @capriciouswolf

Carrd: capriciouswolf.carrd.com

[eddie-gluskin-and-i]

Daniel was wary- with good reason. He had "Stranger Danger" drilled into him from both family and school, and was fully aware that not everyone who claimed to know his parents, were friendly. Besides, his father had brought a few colleagues over for Dinner one time- and none of them looked like they had fallen out of a 1900s period drama. Nonetheless, caution didn't mean manners could be forgotten. "Do you know what he looks like, Eddie?" He asked, as politely as he possibly could, while slipping one hand into his pocket- where a vintage locket lay. It was part of a two piece set their mother had found at a flea market- and was the only piece of jewelry she always wore, besides her wedding ring.

If the tall man was unhappy in this request, his face - still shadowed- didn't show it. He did however, smile...and surprised Daniel with his description of his father. "...That's him, Mister! That's Daddy!" Jonathan interjected. Both brothers were polar opposites of each other, especially at that moment. While Daniel was considered a miniature version of Waylon, Jonathan was dark haired and blue eyed. He tried to shush his younger brother, who was treating this whole situation like a mini adventure, still beaming at Eddie. And yet, Daniel didn't wish to scare or upset Jonathan. "Th..that's him alright." He said, carefully placing the bat he had just picked up down again so that he could open up said locket. Daniel felt a chill as he showed Eddie the photos of both his parents, as if he had done something he shouldn't have. "That's him and Mum." The boy continued. "You said you knew our dad...how did you two meet? "Maybe we can find him in the last place you looked?" Piped up Jonathan, pleased to make a new friend. "Johnny....Dad's not an old sock! I remember he works with computers...." But there seemed to be not a computer in sight of this place that reminded them of a horror house for Halloween. Before either boy could say another word, the sound of heavier boots interrupted, followed by the clinking of chains. Until this moment, Daniel had still felt unsure about Eddie, even if he seemed charming and respected their boundaries. But the prospect of exploring this place alone wasn't just daunting. It was terrifying, far beyond what two boys could endure alone. "Little pig..." ((Your Move Eddie!)) #Wow I had a creative block #Sorry if its short #Can't wait to see how Eddie reacts to seeing Jonathan #Precious bean #Park Children #Eddie RP

A massive frame stood in the only doorway of the room. Its shoulders rose and fell with every heavy, ragged breath it took. There was no getting past it, that much Eddie knew.

He took hold of both boys’ hands and backed away slowly. There was a vent behind him just large enough for the children. The trick would be getting both up there before the disgusting monstrosity of a man could get to them.

“Don’t fret, my darlings,” he whispered as he lifted Daniel onto the table behind them. He swiftly knocked the vent grating open and helped the boy up just as the thing started growling and advancing. “You’ll be just fine. Now go.”

Jonathan, being the clever young boy he was, was already on the table and hauling himself into the vent just as the tall stranger man launched himself straight into the hulking thing.

“We can’t leave him behind!” Daniel cried, trying to crawl back out.

Jonathan stopped him and blocked the entrance with his arms. He took one last glance behind him at the stranger, who just barely dodged a crushing blow from the monster. His gut told him they had little time to flee. And his father always told him to trust his gut. He urged his little brother forward.

“We can’t go back now. It’s us. Always us, remember? Whatever happens, we have to stick together.”

Daniel sniffled, but didn’t protest any further. His big brother was always right.

A particularly loud crash spurred them both on their way through the darkness ahead. It wasn’t long before the frightening sounds of the fight became mere muffled echoes. Jonathan clutched the locket in his hand before continuing on, suddenly wishing that the stranger man was with them again.

[themafia-terrapins]

“A Shot In The Dark” - Closed RP

Continued from here: X

Raphael usually preferred something a little stronger in his beer but he settled for the drink nonetheless, gently lifting it from the plate. A jangle from the shop indicated someone’s presence and by the footsteps, he easily identified who it belonged to. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Taking a sip of the drink he allowed it to wash over his tongue as the two intruders came in sight. His youngest brother and his assistant/close companion, Grayson. 

“Well I shouldn’t be surprised to see you drinking away your emotions, should I?” Mikey sighed, taking a seat opposite him while Grayson took place on the next seat. 

“So what’s the damage, Gray?” Ignoring the snide comment from Mikey, amber eyes settled upon the human instead. 

“Your brother is furious you’re gone and you’e also missed several meetings today. There’s one tonight, in around 30 minutes” He talked, looking over his notebook. Raph nodded to what he was saying but truth be told, the words simply went in one ear and came out the other. He was more so interested in the bar itself, how they seem to be treating the employees. Mainly the women.

And a woman in particular, his waitress, seating another table. It was the way they leered at her, filthy hands touching her skin making his hands itch with the need to punch the fool. His skin felt hot, anger pulsating through his veins at the audacity of this man. His laugh made Raph want to rip out his vocal chords and strangle him with it. Taking a breath, he controlled his wild thoughts. 

Ya don’t even know this person, calm tha’ fuck down

He fell in easy conversation with Grayson and Mikey before a familiar scent filled his senses again. It was sweet without being overbearingly heavy on the nose, it smelt comforting. 

Why can’t I figure you out?....What is it about you?

The table fell silent, awaiting his response but he hadn’t the faintest clue on what was just said. He was in deep within his thoughts, he hadn’t even realised she said something. Instead Mikey piped up, to which he was both grateful and annoyed for. 

“Tomorrow won’t work out but the day after, I’m sure he’s free.... aren’t you, brother?” There is a teasing tone in his voice, one that Raph could completely strangle him for. 

“Yeah... I’ll have ta check my schedule-” He began but was promptly cut off again but Mikey’s irritable voice. “Actually, me, Don and Leo are also available too. I hope that won’t be much of an issue, Miss?” He blinked sweetly at the waitress who shared a smile with him before she vanished, after irritation flashed through her irises. With a goodbye, she left him once more. 

“Well time ta go, fellas. I’ve avoided the music for too long” Raph inwardly groaned at the thought of dealing with Leonardo sooner rather than later but he knew he couldn’t avoid the inevitable. “I’ll start the car up” Grayson nodded and left with Mikey, leaving Raph to pay. 

Her interaction played on his mind but that thought slowly left when he saw his phone blow up with messages, the first being from Leonardo. “Fuckin hell...” Sighing, Raph opened his wallet and placed a generous tip for the woman. Something about her was alluring, perhaps it was the fact that she didn’t hesitate to come up to him. Or that she wasn’t scared of him. Did she know who he was? No, she couldn’t have. Otherwise she would have that judging look in her eyes. Or filled with fear. 

“Will that be all, sir?” A waiter comes to their table, noticing the troubled look on Raph’s face before it is set back to neutral. 

“Yes. I’d like ta personally thank one of yer waitress for the service so can ya make sure she receives the tip?” “Sure, what was her name?” He asked and Raph paused, panicking slightly. Shit, what was her name?? It begins with an I... Imani?? No, that’s not right 

“Immogene, her name is Immogene I believe” He nods and stands up while the waiter give his thanks again. Taking one last glance at the club, Raph moves towards the exit and leaves. He was about to head over to the car until a stranger bangs into his plastron effectively ruining the white shirt he had on. 

“Oh for fucks sake” The stranger slurs while Raph hisses in disgust, recoiling away from the stranger, 

“Oops, sorry about that pal....” There’s something about that laugh that he recognised, the same laugh from the man that had his grimy hands all over her. With a deep laugh, Raph punches him square on the jaw. The terrapin watches as he looses his footing, blood starting to run down the corner of his mouth. He gasps, eyes wide and fearful at the turtle who grins smugly. 

“Oops, sorry about that pal” He drags out the words sarcastically, stepping closer to the human. 

“Maybe that’ll teach ya to respect the employees. We don’t want another incident of this, do we?” Raph cocks his head, his pocket knife scratching the jaw of the human until it lifted his head level with the turtle. 

“Wha- What do you mean??-” “Don’t play dumb wit’ me, fucker. Yer lucky I’m in. rush tonight but if I see ya touching anyone inappropriately again, well... I’m sure you’ll know what happens” Flexing his wrist, the knife falls from the human’s face, leaving a deep red scratch in its wake. It brought a smirk to Raph’s face, standing up to his full stature. He walked towards his car and left, cleaning the edges of his knife. 

Smiling softly to himself, he knew he was visiting this bar sooner than later. Something about her caught his eyes and he wasn’t about to let go until he knew what was going on. For now, he would busy himself with the meetings but he had a feeling his mind would not shake images of her anytime soon.

What was it about her?

@waterstar2016

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Meant To Be (In Any Form)-7

Heeeey...So yeah...muses were being finicky as they always are and I just couldn't seem to focus on anything! Those are the main reasons why I just haven't been able to get myself to write. Seriously, I know I can write a oneshot fairly quickly so it shouldn't take almost 3 weeks to do so and yet! Also as always I've been distracted my RP with Autumn and some RL crud so yeah. Anyway, please enjoy some domestic fluff!

Chapter Summary: Poppy comes home to a delightful surprise.

Also found on: AO3/FF.Net

@hayleysstark LOOK! I WROTE SOME DOMESTIC FLUFF!

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The day had started as usual for the trolls of Pop Village, sunshine beaming down through the trees as they went about their daily business of singing, dancing and hugging led by their darling Queen Poppy. Even when it got a little cloudy it didn't deter them in the slightest, their fun continuing up until the sky opened up and rain began to fall. Some families rushed their kids inside, not wanting the trollings to get sick, others stayed and danced in the falling water until it started to really pour. While they all made a mad dash for some cover, Poppy laughed joyously as she ran through the rain, the water soaking her through as she made her way to the large tree her home was built in. Thankfully she knew her scrapbook supplies would be safe, having long since taken the advice of Branch to keep it contained in plastic in case her hair got too wet. Carefully running up the stairs, she didn't want Branch to scold her for not being careful, she made it under their porch awning, dripping wet and giggling breathlessly.

Taking a moment to squeeze some water from her dress and hair, the least she could do so she didn't make a huge puddle inside, the pink troll slipped inside the tree-house her loving husband had made them. Stepping inside, she shivered at the sudden temperature difference, goosebumps raising on her pink skin as she dripped all over the foyer. She wasn't greeted by the usual warm glow of the glowshrooms however, which made her pause and tilt her head, because instead there was a fainter glow flickering beyond the corner. Alongside one of her favorite sounds in the world, Branch's humming. She stood there, curious as the what he was up to but also just wanting to enjoy the soft music he made. Maybe if she stood here long enough he'd start singing~ However that wasn't to be as she shivered again just as he spoke up.

“You can come around the corner, you know. Don't have to hide to listen to me hum.”

Poppy giggled and replied, “I would but I don't want to drip too much on the carpet~!”

She could just feel him pausing before he padded around the corner of the living room to spot her in all her wet, dripping glory. Dress plastered to her and hair dropping over her eyes. She grinned at him as he sighed, exasperated, before shaking his head. Then she noticed he wasn't wearing his usual vest and shorts combo. No, her hunk of a husband was all dressed up; white dress-shirt, the top few buttons undone, and dark blue, almost blank slacks with his indigo hair combed and swept back. Taking a moment to appreciate the look, Gumdrops was he delicious, the queen asked, “What's the occasion? Not meeting anyone behind my back are you~?”

Rolling his blue eyes, Branch approached his soaking wife with a shake of head, “Only the queen herself. Who apparently decided to not even try to avoid the rain.”

“Aww, come on~ You know as well as I do how fun it is to run in the rain!” She grinned as he rolled his eyes once more before saying, “Soooo? You never answered by question. What's the occasion, my man~?”

He gestured with his head, stepping back lightly, “Look for yourself.”

Peeking around the corner, careful not to drip too much on the soft felt and moss carpet, Poppy gasped in delight as she spotted a small round table set up for a romantic dinner for two, candles burning in the center beside a small mound of flowers. “Awww~” She cooed, looking back to Branch with a grin, “And whatever brought this on?”

“What?” He shrugged, “Can't a husband treat his wife to a romantic dinner date at home? To thank her for everything she's ever done and for choosing him to spend the rest of her fun, loud and crazy life with?”

“You've been thinking about things again.” It wasn't a question that needed an answer, she already knew it.

He shrugged a little bashfully, “Maybe just a little.” It wasn't like he ever hid the fact that he would always be grateful that she had taken a chance on him, helped to turn his gray and lonely life around to something he could now say he loved just as much as he loved her. Crazy, glitter filled parties and all.

Smiling softly at him, the pink troll bounced over, cooing, “You are adorable~” She quickly kissed his cheek before stating, “And I'd choose you every time~ Be right back~!” And then she was quickly racing up the stairs to change out of her wet clothes.

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Bouncing back downstairs, her hair only slightly frizzy from her rush towel drying, Poppy found Branch pouring them a glass of stoutberry wine, a delicious smell wafting through the covered dishes now on the table. She grinned at him once he noticed her and sashayed over when he held his arms out for her.

“Smells great~ What'cha make?” She asked, happily returning his hug.

He chuckled, warm and fond, as he brush some of her hair back behind an ear, “You'll see~” He then, like the gentletroll he was, pulled her chair out for her.

Once they were both settled, the survivalist gestured for her to take the covering off her plate and as she did so, she got the best whiff of their meal. Looking down, she grinned and bounced a little in her seat, seeing her favorite dish ever! Rice and mixed vegetables, extra mushrooms! And there was even a little bowl of spicy pepper flakes if she so desired to add some heat to it! She squealed happily, thanking Branch profusely, and then gave a little happy dance as he revealed he also whipped up some twisty garlic and cheese bread-sticks!

“Ooh-hohoho!! You love me~!” She sang, digging right into her food.

“That's not exactly a secret anymore.” He chuckled, taking his own calmer bite of food.

Soon enough, Poppy calmed down and they enjoyed the quiet ambiance of falling rain and the soft crackle of the fireplace. They shared their days from when they had separated after the morning song, Branch telling her he had finally worked out what had happened to the waterslide. The pipes had somehow been clogged by some of Sky's prototype water beads. They were suppose to be soft enough to squeeze through most things, being mostly made of water, but the formula wasn't right yet and so they had grown too large inside the pipe. Sky's assistant had admitted to accidentally spilling some in the pool, hoping to come and fish them out once they had grown large enough to see but not knowing some had been swept up into the pipe. Thankfully it had been an easy enough fix and with a new even tighter mesh insert hopefully nothing would get through again. Branch admitted that had the weather not changed so quickly, the slide would have been fully functional that day but instead trolls would have to wait a little longer.

Poppy had filled him in on all the fun he had missed during an impromptu dance party and the then resulting game of hide and seek. Before all that she had gone to three different birthday parties and a muffin tasting at the muffin stand. After being found, she had stopped by Ginger's baby shower before hanging around the market with some of the Snack Pack, trading ideas for the upcoming Prank Day. There had been a brief search for Mr. Dinkles but thankfully the glowworm hadn't been missing for long. And then a flash mob had taken over the market place! It was just after everyone was taking a breather from that bit of fun that the storm had hit and Poppy had made her mad dash home.

After that their conversation moved to other things, mostly ranging from any day to day activities to any upcoming holiday's and events, Poppy focusing on the fun and Branch on making sure everything she wanted to do would be safe. But that was what made them work so well together, in official royal business and personal life, they'd do their respective specialties and meet in the middle. Of course they still had moments where they were unwilling to compromise but in the end they always worked it out and everyone winded up having more fun for it.

Dinner ended soon enough without fan fair, Poppy leaning back in her chair with a sigh of satisfaction as she patted her stomach, “That was delicious~ As always~”

Branch snickered lightly but smirked at her, “You always say that.” He leaned his head on his hand, watching Poppy through hooded eyes past the candlelight, smirk turning into something soft as he gazed at her. “Sorry there's no dessert. There wasn't any time to go pick something up. Your stuff's better anyway.”

Poppy grinned at him, “Flattery will get you everywhere and that's okay,” She shrugged one shoulder before giving him a sassy smirk, “You're all the dessert I need~”

“Pffft!” Branch snickered, getting up and coming around the back of her chair to nuzzle under her ear as he replied to her flirt, “You're impossible~”

“You love me~!”

“Mmm, I do...I really, really do~” He kissed her cheek softly before leaning back, “And I do have a little after dinner surprise for you. But you have to keep eyes closed.”

“Awww!” The pink queen whined lightly, “Do I have too?”

“Yes.”

Poppy sighed, more dramatically than upset, “Fiiiiine.” And then did as her husband asked, sitting and waiting for him to tell her to open them. She knew he hadn't gone to far, listening to him shuffle around somewhere in their living room but she couldn't figure out what he could be doing.

Meanwhile, after making sure she wasn't peeking, Branch set up the surprise he knew she'd love, tossing and arranging an array of their softest and fluffiest blankets down the perfect distance away from the fire. They'd be warm, but not too much, and comfortable without having to worry about anything catching on fire. After arranging the pillows just right, he went over and gently pulled Poppy out of her chair, telling her to open her eyes. “I figured you wouldn't mind a cuddle session since it's rainy.” He smirked, gesturing to the pile.

“You bet I don't!” Poppy cried happily before pulling Branch over with her usual exuberance, pushing him gentle down upon the pillows before joining him. Cuddling up close, she listened as he chuckled at her antics, smiling at the fond sound. But as she laid her head on his chest, she realized something was missing. Sitting up with a slight frown, she ignored Branch questioning look as she quickly undid the top few buttons of his shirt. Nodding with delight, she laid back down, hand slipping under the now semi-opened shirt to feel his skin. She hummed happily as she held it above his heart, feeling the comforting pulse of it beating and sighed, “Much better~”

Branch merely chuckled some more at his wife's antics, laying his hand over hers to hold it as he used his other arm to hold her close. Reaching with his hair, he draped one last blanket over them as they relaxed, unconsciously beginning to hum as he held her hand above his heart. It wasn't long there after that between the full bellies, crackling fire and the heavy rainfall crashing outside found the royal couple drifting off to sleep, wrapped up in their embrace.

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And there you have it! Some, hopefully, tooth rotting fluff! And yes, Poppy enjoys feeling her man up whenever she can XD Anyway, hope you enjoyed and maybe one day I'll be able to focus again on something for more than 3 seconds Lol! I have things I want to write I tell ya!

[iprefertheterminsane]

What I should be doing; Updating my current BFU/GoMens fanfic

What I am doing instead; drafting an entirely NEW BFU/GOMens fanfic

Here it is;

Story Idea:

BFU*Good Omens, but make it scary.

The Unsolved Crew are trying to return to the airport after a successful hunt in London. Shane suggests they follow a scenic route of no discernible town. They somehow find themselves in a town that is not on the GPS maps with weird vibes and, surprise surprise, their rental breaks down. They have all watched enough horror thrillers to know all the cliché-est plot points. What lives in Devil's Dyke? Are the Them serial killers? Is Warlock going to betray them? Shane and TJ are probably going to die. But most importantly; What does it all have to do with Ryan?

-This is Shyan centric. On their way back to the airport, Shane suggests the crew take a scenic route down South Downs on their way back from London with the promise of a beautiful lake. The London shoots had been rife with sexual tension, and Shane does not want the moment to end.

-They find themselves driving into a town instead, suburbania and quaint. The townsfolk frown at them as they pass by. RP Tyler straddles his barking poodle. They obviously don't like newcomers.

-The rental breaks down. The cliche Ness starts to dawn on them

-"Hahaha, next we'll find out this place doesn't have line!"

-There is no line. They all glare at Mark.

-In a fit of nervousness, Ryan starts offline vlogging. Shane suggests they go into town to ask for someone to call the two service and find someplace with line. Surely SOMEONE will recognize them.

-But strangers look away and walk faster away when they approach. Whoever they manage to start scowling or fidgeting, and none of them seems to recognize the duo. Some even claim to know only faintly of YouTube. It's getting unreal. They do not seem to be joking, and get only more upset whenever the Crew tries to convince or tell them otherwise. It is finally pushing dusk. The Crew stops by a beautiful park. There is no one around, but a young boy, who has a look in his eyes they find relief in: recognition.

-His name is Warlock Dowling, and he showed them a copy of his birth certificate to prove it, claiming that it happens often enough that he has to resort doing so. It's so fucking cliche it hurts. Ryan hates this movie already.

-But Warlock is the son of an American Ambassador who lives in the UK, and thus, likely the only child who seems to recognize them and their YouTube Channel. He is not a big fan, but it's a whole site better than literally everyone else. South Downs is a bedtime story, he claims. It's perfect in the way all the towns in children storybooks are perfect. Nobody plays the internet in a storybook town. It is not a prank. Devon is skeptical.

-Warlock invites them to go to the Ambassador's house a little ways down the airbase near the back of the town, (what kind of horror path will they take? Thought Ryan. Both feel like equally bad ideas.) but they decide to go tomorrow. He directs them to a bed and breakfast instead. All the rooms look the same. The lady barely looks up as she hands them their keys. There is electricity in the rooms, meaning they could charge their appliances. For naught of anything better to do, they are filming this entire experience. They somehow convince themselves that Shane is going to die because Ryan is evidently the Protagonist, and since Shane is his Best Friend, he is either going to betray them or die in a heroic act sacrificing himself for Ryan. In a fit of panic, Ryan tells Shane he has a crush on him. Which is great and sweet and all, but now REALLY seals the deal in because now Shane is a love interest instead. Hasnt Ryan heard of the bury your Gays trope?

-"I knew you guys were gonna end up gay" "what why." "they have to kill SOMEONE off and none of us are black and Ryan s the protagonist."

-They don't find Warlock in the park the next day, and are forced to look for him themselves. Walking of course. They find out about the satanic nunnery that caught on fire on a cafe because the waitress explains that they have to pass through that and the abandoned airbase in the back of the town to get to the villa on foot. They all sigh in exhausted manner, not much in the mood for dying.

-Trudge they do anyway. Nowhere out but through.

-The old satanic nunnery is....not abandoned

-They rush inside and find that it is a company teamwork support organization, and they give out paintball sessions. There is electricity. There is a line, even if the company wasnt currently in season. They try to find a worker.

-They find her. Sister Mary is haggard and busy running an entire company and booking sessions all by herself. She is in turns dismissive and annoyed to moderately tolerant....up until she learns of Ryan's name

-She suddenly wants nothing to do with any of them, practically shoving them out her door and face sheet white, mumbling about being busy and how it wasn't personal. The door slams in their faces. Ryan looks like he is about to cry. Shane snaps.

-He breaks the door down, to the shouts of surprise from the rest of the crew, and announces, with the loud, arrogant nonchalance of a white man, that he is not going to budge until she tells them everything they want to know about Lower Tadfield, the South Downs and yknow the fuck what? Neither will Ryan. The rest of the Crew follow his example and dig their heels in, pretending to film her for good measure. They are counting on the fact that she does not have security, and that even if she calls the cops on them, the building is far too suburbania to find very quickly. Mary looks absolutely terrified, and refuses to look Ryan in the eye. She eventually gives in, on the account that they will soon leave immediately.

-The find out that she was an ex convent of the Chattering Order of St. Berryl's, a satanic nunnery. She came back because she had been born here, and oddly enough, the convent meant something to her. A good dozen of the Satanists died due to a lightning storm catching the nunnery on fire the night two babies had been born, and three left through the gates. She's never been afraid of Lower Tadfield. Nothing ever happens here. They don't buy it, but it's apparent she believes what she is saying.

-They demand to use the present line to call for another rental, cancel their airport tickets, etcetera etcetera, emphasizing that they are excited about leaving just as much as she does. With this promise, she allows them to do so.

--They manage to get their raw footage to Cloud and cancel their tickets but just as they are about to call for a new car, the lights start flickering. The building rumbles. Mary looks straight at Ryan and tells them to run. They grab each other s hands and does so.

-There halfway down the road when TJ yelps, and Devon announces they are being chased by something. They decide to run into the woods down further down south to lose it.

-It is dusk. Nobody is happy. At least everyone is alive though, which is something. Ryan remarks that the chase scenes in the movies are exactly as tiring as they make it out to be.

-Mark hears running water, and the Crew finds an occupied cottage on the shoreline of the sea. Their sighs are loud; both relieved and annoyed. Mark starts chanting/praying that they are not serial killers. Shane announces that everyone must be ready to leave at a moments notice, and sleep in the woods of they must, to everyone's agreement.

-The man who opens the door wears glasses and low slung jeans, eyebrow raised rudely. His husband, blonde and plump, tells him to let them come in, and that it is nearly dinner. They are gracious hosts-old enough to be someone's grandparents. Cute and domestic as well. Shane goes strangely quiet when the couple dances in the living room, and Ryan chalks it up to their romantic relationship, for which they share talks. There are unoccupied rooms they could bunk in-five; each of them reserved for the couple's godkids. Despite getting their own rooms, Ryan cuddles with Shane. He is oddly tense, at least until they start making out.

-Ryan wakes at night to voices in his ear, and decides to get a glass of something to drink. Shane is out cold. He finds TJ in the kitchen, looking at his phone. It is a picture of his family-Kate and their daughter. This is hugely concerning, as it is a surefire telltale that TJ might not make it. Ryan promises him they'll get back home. TJ clasps him on the back and tells him not to make promises he can't keep.

-Shane wakes the crew at 4 am and tells them, quietly, to pack up and leave for town. He had found a map, and determined the way to navigate. They are confused but obliging. They do not wake their hosts-in fact, Shane seems to want to make sure they leave without their knowledge. They find their way back into Tadfield by 8.30 am, and it is only as they are having bfast that Shane tells them that there is no tech but the radio-which isn't plugged in. The water runs, but the pipes underneath the sink are not attached to anything. Crowley does not eat, and his eyes were....weird. Too many red flags. And as he searched the room for maps before Ryan came into his room the night before, he had found a crumpled poker card of the Antichrist, and Devon admits to finding one of War, a horseman of the Apocalypse, in hers. Mark taps his fork anxiously, and his eyes spell out what they all could tell. The climax is soon.

- It is not until Ryan walks and spots a bespectacled child of Warlocks age that he realizes he has barely seen any children in this town, and suggests that they follow him to ask whether he knew Warlock. The rest of the crew return to the BnB for some well deserved rest, but Shane and Ryan pursues the kid....into the forest.

-They lose him until HE found THEM. He immediately recognizes Ryan, who had to introduce his best friend Shane. Two other kids appear from between the trees. One of them, a girl, has a large wooden sword. They are surrounded. Shane grips Ryans hand, and asks, half jokingly, is they are serial killers, and if they are intending to kill him.

-The Them claims that it happened like, one time, and they do not plan to kill Shane, but their smile looks too wide to be genuine, like they are sharing a personal joke. The boys start walking away. The Them follows. Ryan asks if they know Warlock. They stop, sharing looks. Brian asks how they met Warlock. Ryan refuses to tell them . The kids get defensive, the way 13 year olds tend to get when they are about to justify doing a notable offense, like staying awake past bedtime The wind picks up, and the kids get visibly relieved. Brian tells them that Adam is coming, in a way that makes them feel like they definitely do not want to meet Adam. They scram it.

-They are being chased again. This time, when Ryan looks back, he sees what looks like a dog but isn't-like something is badly wearing the skin of a dog, like it has too many limbs to fit into four legs, a slobbering maw and hellfire eyes.

-They manage to leave the woods, and almost get hit by a three wheeled blue car. Shane bangs on the door and it opens for them, and Ryan shouts at them to step on it. It is only when they get to a quaint little cottage at the other end of the town do they acknowledge their saviours-a bespectacled, brown skinned woman and a jittery boyfriend.

-The woman is American. She recognizes them immediately, and says that she is a huge fan of True Crime. It is the most mundane , normal conversation they have for all of 2 days. They enter Jasmine Cottage. Shane slumps.

-there is a horseshoe above the door, and runes etched into the wood. The smell of incense burns strongly, and a redlined conspiracy board in a corner of the kitchen.

-The woman calls herself a professional occultist. A witch, basically. Which is...fine. She is at least honest and blasè about it, which made someone in this godforsaken town at least. Shane spots a picture of the Antichrist on her pinup board, the same one as seen in the poker card he's found in AziCrow's cottage. Anathema notices, and admits that it's complicated. They are confused, angry and terrified, and mentions their encounter with Adam, and everything else they'd had to suffer through as they are stuck in the village. Her facial emotions change from shock, to calculating, to confused, to skeptical, before finally ending In blank. She claims that it is very unlike Adam, as he usually does not go about scaring people from out of the village. He had welcomed her in just fine, and the town had followed short after. Shane asks about the Antichrist and Horsepeople symbolism. She waves that one away, claiming how it wasn't important and that 'They wouldn't believe her anyway.' She offers Meet to drive them back to their Inn, and they accept.

-They get back to the village; as they open the door to their rooms, knowing that the rest of the Crew is waiting for them, Warlock is also there. He takes a single look at them, and raises an eyebrow. They tell him what happened. Warlock frowns. Tells them the only reason they'd been hounded In such a way if Adam wants something from them, and TJ puts his face into their hands.

-They ask if they should lock the door. Warlock tells them not to bother-it won't stop him anyway. Devon asks the possibility of leaving this very night. Warlock shakes his head, but looks contemplating.

-That night, Shane gets kidnapped.

-Ryan doesn't see the culprit, but something tells him it's the Them, and the Hound, and Adam. He runs into the woods. The night is cold and still, but the trees shake like they could be alive. Ryan yells angrily into the void, asking Adam what is it that he wanted, that it's him they actually want, to let Ryan go. He faces the Hound, a slobbering, monstrous nightmare. Ryan thinks he is going to die. There is a boy sitting in a dilipidated throne above a chalk pit with blood red eyes.

-Two headlights pierce through the gloom. The trees still. The hound sits, and Crowley steps out if the Bentley.

-Aziraphale is in the car. Warlock peers over his shoulder. Crowley stomps over and tells Adam to come down-that his game is over, and it stopped being funny for quite some time. Shane stumbles out of the woods, dazed and terrified, and Ryan traps him into an embrace.

-After some chastising Adam admits that he's made a bet with Greasy Johnson in school that Demons and Ghosts are real, and that the Them had managed to convince him that it lives in the woods. He had not believed them, and made them bet that if it was really haunted, Paranormal Investigators would come and make a whole documentary about it. Warlock had showed him a few episodes of BFU, and Adam thought it perfect.

-Crowley scolds him, telling him against manipulating and keeping the Crew here against their will, and Adam looks appropriately chastened. Dawn breaks. The crew emerges from the Inn in a state of panic. Crowley pat's the van twice and it comes to life.

-Someone asked Crowley if the kids really HAD killed people. Crowley waves it away, claiming that it isn't important. In the light of morning, the kids and the dog almost looks normal.

- They decide not to prod any further. Aziraphale apologizes one last time, and tells the that they are welcome in Tadfield if they choose to come again. Ryan and Shane emphasizes that they absolutely will not, ever. Aziraphale nods like he understands. They pack the equipment and leaves the town, possibly England, forever.

-In a few days time, Adam gets an email- a video titled The Horrors of Hogsback Woods, and he grins cheekily to himself.

[lizzietrashkittie]

I wrote a short fanfic based on an even shorter rp I did with a friend, and I wanna share it so here. Lol.

For context, Redd and Tom found the boys together when they were dating, KK and Redd have a brother like bond due to similar interest and dreams, and Redd had to leave after Tom found out he was making fake arts for Lyles scam business that was competing against Tom's legit one.

Whoop.

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Timmy and Tommy sighed sitting on the couch of the apartment. Tom was at work and KK was supposed to be coming over to watch them, but his super star life style had him running very late.

It wouldn't be such a problem if their other dad were still here..

Nether boy really even knew WHY he wasn't. KK just said he and Tom had a disagreement and needed time apart..even he sounded upset about the news.

"..Do you think he's gonna come back?" Tommy spoke up. Timmy thought for a moment before replying "Duh. Of course he will. He can't just leave us forever over a stupid fight."

Tommy didn't look as sure.

Timmy shook his head "Dad just needs to apologize..for..whatever it was that happened. Then he'll be back with us for sure."

Tommy's ears laid back "KK sorta made it sound like it wasn't his fault..he seemed really upset.."

"..Papa wouldn't let him leave if he didn't do something bad."

Tommy stayed quiet.

~~~~~~~~~~

Things only got weirder from there..Suddenly Tom seemed to pull away when the twins would greet him. He seemed a little colder then before. Sadder.

The two only really realized how final this change would be when Tom implemented a new rule to the house.

"Don't call me your father anymore..I'm your uncle now. No dad. No papa. No anything. Uncle."

It caught the two off guard, Timmy was the one to protest.

"Why? You ARE our dad, why can't we call you it?"

Tommy stayed quiet in thought about the change of title.

Tom shook his head "I'm not now. I'm still going to raise you both, but I don't want to be a father."

Nether boy was happy with this, but all Timmy's bickering on the subject just proved pointless. Uncle Tom it was.

~~~~~~~~

Timmy huffed setting up the good in the new store "I really wish Uncle Nook would've asked before buying this place."

Tommy looked at him.

He continued

"It's nice we get to work here and all, but I liked our apartment..I liked Animal City. This village is so small and boooring!"

He hopped down from his step stool and tightened his apron.

Tommy nodded adjusting his cap "boring.."

They could hear Tom ringing the bell for the shop downstairs, it was opening time.

The business was slow. Though that's to be expected, in this whole town there were only really 15 villagers, and many of those working the town hall or other shops had homes put of town.

Timmy sat idly by the door and groaned. Uncle Nook was a business man but moving to such a small town for such a big shop just seemed like a waste.

Tommy glanced at him from his standing position "..It's almost closing time.."

Timmy nods "And we only sold two pieces of furniture. Some grand remodeling." He rolled his eyes.

Tommy nodded "Maybe tomorrow?"

Timmy sighed "..If Redd was still here he would've made sure Nook picked a better place. Or maybe even stayed in Animal City!"

Tommy stayed quiet.

The work day ended not to long after.

~~~~~~~~

This pattern became the norm. Tom would find a new town to open shop, and after making sure it was safe he'd have the boys join in. Before long though, without fail, they'd be moving again. Some towns stayed longer then others, but no town was truly lived in long enough to feel like a home.

One day during a move Tom pulled the boys aside again.

"Okay you two. Very important announcement, as you both know we'll be moving tomorrow, I wanted to make some small changes."

Timmy piped up "Are we moving to a city again??" His tail wagged at the idea, living back in a loud and exciting city.

Tom shook his head. "No no. Not that kind of change."

Timmy sighed.

Tom continued. "No I'd like for you both to begin to refer to me as boss. Or..mentor."

Both boys gave a confused look, so he elaborated.

"See I don't particularly feel fond of 'Uncle Nook' anymore. And since one of my biggest goals for you two is to grow up financially responsible and be able to take over our business, I think Mentor Nook fits much better, yes?"

Timmy balled his fits "NO!" Tommy took a step back.

"No! You told us to call you our uncle, you can't just change it again!"

Tom seemed surprised by the raised voice, but shook it off to keep his 'professional' appearance. "Yes, Yes. I did change my title once before..that's why this time shouldn't be so hard for you both to adjust to."

Timmy wanted to continue his argument but Tommy stopped him and pulled them both back upstairs.

Tom quietly watched them go.

Once upstairs Timmy kicked a 'sold out' sign from off the floor. "I hate this! That stupid professional look he's putting on. It's like he doesn't even see us as his kids anymore!"

Tommy whimpered and allowed Timmy to yell out all his frustrations.

When he was done he fell back onto thr blue wooden display mat and covered his face with his paws "....We were supposed to get a family..not a boss."

Tommy laid by him with his paws rested on his stomach "..Not the same."

"Urgh..You can say that again."

"....that again"

Timmy was quiet for a moment before giggling "You know what? Fine. We'll call him mentor or whatever. If he doesn't want to be our dad then he doesn't have to be. We don't need a real family anyway."

"..real family?" Tommy sounded alittle sad.

Timmy gave him a smile "We're gonna have eachother! That's enough for me. And when we're old enough to run this store I'll run it circles around 'mentor' Nook!"

Tommy wasn't sure he liked the idea..but if it made Timmy deep better then he might as well play along.

~~~~~~~~~

Tom sighed and put another pin in his map. "Hm..They took that about as well as I thought they would.." He wrote the name of the new town on a sheet of paper for his wallet.

He didn't like the news ether. Not really. Part of him wanted to go back to being a dad, to hearing the Twins refer to him as one..

But he couldn't. Hearing them say it reminded him to much of the past.

For a while 'Uncle' worked. But now even that leaves to much room for what was.

He got the kids with Redd.

Without Redd..having that sense of family connection with them felt wrong, distracting.

He knows nether of them will ever understand his reasoning. But this was better for them..all of them..

Just like how moving was better.

Better then staying in one place long enough to let Redd find them again.

Better then living in the past.

[mythrilhusk]

!!Kill Techno-Sensei!! - Chapter One

Dream SMP x Assassination Classroom AU. Quackity-centric. No ships. 

Words: 1850 Chapter Two (Next) AO3 Version

ALL characters are based off of the Dream SMP characters, Not the content creators (some people are left out due to this, since they have no perceivable RP character). This was a lot of fun to write, and I hope y’all enjoy.

Content warnings: violence, panic attacks/anxiety, death mention, swearing (lots)

CHAPTER ONE (Kill A Little Time):

"Ten billion dollars??" Sapnap's amazed cry startles Quackity out of his tired stupor. Connor and Foolish crowd around Sapnap's desk, babbling with excitement. 

"What the fuck are you on about?" Quackity grumbles, but he can't help peeking over Sapnap's shoulder. The creased document seems to be a bunch of lousy legal drivel. 

"Big Q, the price on this guy's head! We'd be set for life!" 

Quackity makes a grabby gesture, and Sapnap gives the papers to him. His little gang of three-- (missing Karl, since the bastard had to get himself transferred to a different class)-- gathers around him as he flips through them.

That man’s face-- printed in thick, bold strokes on the third page-- clamps a vise around his throat, so tight it constricts the scream he wants to let out. He takes a deep breath. Holds it. Lets it out slowly. "This fucker??" He tosses the papers away dismissively. "He'll be dead in a day with that bounty." Foolish and Connor scramble to snatch the papers, vying for the prestige of being the first to share with the whole class. 

Sapnap, sweet Sapnap, leans over and murmurs worriedly, "You okay, Big Q?" 

"Fuck, I'm great!" Hysteria bites in Quackity's laugh. "Fucking hell, I'm- I'm- I'm abso-fucking-lutely screwed." 

"Why?" 

"Why?? That's- you know who that is!!" Quackity cries, not caring that the attention of his peers is being drawn to his outburst, like moths to fire, or like vultures to roadkill. 

"Yeah, but- yeah, he'll be dead in a day." Sapnap lets Quackity squeeze his hand. "You'll be fine. And if he dares to come anywhere near you, the Ducklings have your back." 

Quackity shudders. The thought of his friends going up against the dark shadow from his past fills him with terror. The terror fills him with helpless weakness. Which in turn feeds the vitriolic bitterness rooted deep inside his veins. "N-no, Sapnap. If he comes near, you run." 

"Who teh fock are you runnin' from? I wouldn't run. I'd stand there, and I'd fight it. I'd beat the shit outta it!" Tommy puffs his chest out as he stomps to his desk beside Quackity's, a sunny ray of cheering bravado. "All the ladies, all the ladies say, there goes a man who beats the shit outta what- whatever bothers him." 

Quackity laughs, burying the fear and acidic rage. "Aww, Big T, you'd fight a thousand armies for me?" 

"What?? No, I'd die." Tommy states.  

"You're a good man, Tomathy." 

"No man is good, Big Q. No man is good." 

The other students have all seated themselves in their assigned desks. There's a new teacher this year. Quackity wishes he'd had time to set up a few more pranks than horseradish sauce in the hand lotion dispenser and whoopee cushions on the teacher's chair. But he's not bad at improvising. 

The door opens, and the principal of the school strides in, her fluffy rainbow hair bouncing with every step. "All rise and bow for Captain Pussy!!" Tommy cries. Quackity busts a lung, he's laughing so hard. 

"T-Tommy, that's- that's not very nice, Tommy." Captain Puffy frowns, tapping her five-inch heels on the grimy linoleum. 

"Oh, right. Sorry, Captain." Tommy accepts the reproach with equanimity. "Fucking cold out, am I right, boys?" 

"And girl!!" Rose cries from the front of the class. 

"Yes, well, I was talking to mah boys." Tommy retorts with exaggerated stiffness. 

"Fucking shut up and let the goddamned principal speak!" Quackity cries upon regaining his breath from guffawing. He smiles at Sapnap. The worrywart smiles back gratefully. 

"Uh. Thank you, Quackity." Puffy sighs, looking downcast. "I'm sorry, kids. I tried to keep our school out of this. But Skeppy had- uh. The Prezz called in a few favors." 

"What's going on?" Tommy asks without raising his hand, because he's just that much of a rebel. 

Quackity's neck itches as though he's- being hunted again- no, no, that would never happen here, he's just a regular kid, in a regular school, no war criminals nearby.

But Puffy calls uncertainly to the door, "Mr. Blade?" And Quackity's heart leaps into his throat, choking him with the pounding thump-thump-thump so familiar to prey. 

"Yup." Technoblade's low, dry voice resonates through the numbly silent classroom. His shadow darkens the door. 

Quackity reaches for Sapnap's hand and squeezes tight. "No-no-no-no-" Sapnap squeezes back, fury beating in his firm pulse. Quackity takes a deep breath. Holds it. Lets it out. His friend is furious for his sake. 

Technoblade's clicking steps are the only sound in the quiet, other than Quackity's racing heartbeat. Quackity refuses to look away from Sapnap's hand, refuses to look up at the man who slaughtered his family without a single qualm. 

"I guess I'm your teacher or somethin'." A farting noise rips through the tense stillness. Quackity muffles a hysterical giggle; somebody sat on a whoopee cushion. "What a bunch of nerds." Techno's words are lightly spoken, suffocating Quackity with the terrible normalcy of it all. 

"Are you the Mr. Blade??" Of all people who could've spoken, it just has to be Tommy, doesn't it. 

"I am. Apparently." 

"Well, then. I'm going to fockin' beat the shit outta you." Tommy's voice is bright and clear, filled with brave anger. 

"K." Technoblade answers laconically, seemingly apathetic, but Quackity knows better. The fucking asshole is just restraining delight at yet another bloody massacre to feed his God with. 

"No." Quackity snarls, surprising himself with the loud intensity of his own voice. "Tommy, you're not fighting him." 

"But, Big Q-" 

"Let me handle this." Quackity flashes a grim smile to Tommy, then glares up at Captain Puffy. "Why are you letting a fucking war criminal teach highschoolers??" 

"I've renounced my violent ways, Quackity." Technoblade's calm retort chills him. "But I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for your government." Anyone else would miss the slight emphasis. Not Quackity. 

"It's not my fucking government. You killed my government, you killed them all!"

"I did what I had to do. For the greater good." 

"Um." Captain Puffy raises a hand. "Excuse me. Yes, all of you. Please calm down. We have insurance that makes it impossible for Technoblade to harm any of you-" 

"A hostage, you mean." Rage flickers beneath Technoblade's calm tone.   

A vengeful grin cracks across Quackity's dour face. "Oh... Techno, we're going to have so much fun." He dares to turn his gaze on the muzzled murderer. 

The man is smaller than he remembered. Paler. Thinner. His silky platinum hair cascades over his shoulders, braided haphazardly, with hints of pink dye streaking the tips. Technoblade doesn't smile, doesn't make any perceivable expression at all. Quackity stares him down, shooting every drop of vitriol he can muster. 

Technoblade winces, almost imperceptibly, and breaks eye contact. Battle won. A surge of euphoric power floods Quackity with confidence. "Yo, I'm going to fucking kill you." 

"You can try." Technoblade smiles. 

"You're just a human, Technoblade. Terrifying? Yeah, sure. But your days are fucking numbered and I'm the one who's going to take your goddamn life." 

"Uh, actually." Puffy interrupts again. "That's the thing." 

"What is??" 

"You're all going to have to try your best to kill him before the year is out." Puffy says in a rush.  

Quackity scoffs, but before he can say anything, Techno raises a hand. "See, there's the catch, Quackity." His form glitches. "I'm not actually a Human." 

Quackity gulps down his apprehension as the piggy monster in Technoblade's chair stares him down. "What are you, then??" 

"I dunno. Maybe I'll think of a name before my tragic end." 

Puffy sighs. "Drama kings. Okay, big guy, I'm going to, uhh, yeah, I have work to do. Y'all have fun." She leaves the stricken class with the monster. 

Technoblade scratches at the horny protusions wrapping around his head like a crown. The glowing irises inside his black sclera dance around the classroom, landing on each student before leaping away again. His pig-muzzle  wrinkles. Tusks curl out from his jaws. The blood-red cloak pinned around his shoulders hides most of his bulk. If he was scary before, he's fucking terrifying now.

"A fucking pig-man?? That's what you are??" 

"Eh." Technoblade grunts noncommittally. "You should see the other guys." 

Quackity frowns. "Why us?" 

"Huh?"

"Why does the government want us to kill you??" 

"Because I told them I wouldn't let myself be killed unless they let me teach a class." Technoblade the pig-monster smiles reminiscingly. "And then I killed my captors to prove the point. The Prezz thinks he can keep me under control because I wouldn't dare hurt a child... his words, not mine." His eyes twinkle. "I'm perfectly fine with dropkicking kids, particularly if it's in self-defense." 

Gulping, Quackity shrinks a bit in his chair. Against his will, the years-old wild laughter of the bloody former-human rings through his head once more. He'll never be rid of the ecstatic sound, never be rid of the dread that poisoned his veins as he hid while Technoblade obliterated his home. Blood for the Blood God... His breath comes short and fast. 

Sapnap squeezes his hand comfortingly. The fire blazing in his best friend's eyes tells Quackity that Sapnap won't just step aside and let Technoblade hurt him again. 

"That's focken cruel!" Tommy pipes up. "You're a focken menace, yeah. Boys, I say we take him down before anyone gets hurt." 

"You can try." 

Tommy snatches the shank slipped to him by Tubbo. "You're going down, you are!" 

Quackity stands up hastily and holds Tommy back before he can storm up to the implacable monster. "Big T, sit the fuck down, you're just going to get hurt." 

"I'll decide who gets hurt, thanks." Tommy retorts. "Techno, you're not going to hurt my friends." 

"See, Tommy, I can't really do that anyway." Technoblade growls. "But if I could, do you really think that measly pin could take me down?" 

"We'll focken see!!" Tommy rips himself from Quackity's grasp and leaps froggy-like over Hannah's desk. 

Quackity can only watch in horror as Technoblade doesn't even to bother standing up. The monster deflects Tommy's first wild slash. "Tommy, that's a piercing weapon." 

"I fuckin' know that, I'm trying to shank you with it!" 

"Tommy, you're doing it wrong." Technoblade sighs, starting to sound exasperated as Tommy fails swing after swing. 

"Tell me how to kill you, then!" 

"You can't." Technoblade spreads his arms. "Go ahead, try." 

Quackity gasps with delight as Tommy stabs the shank into Technoblade's chest. But Tommy screeches and lets go of the shank. The metal boils and melts into Technoblade's skin. 

"Wh-what the hell??" Tubbo leaps up and drags the stunned Tommy back to his desk. 

"The fuck was that??" Quackity cries, desperate to regain some semblance of control. 

"That? Merely a side effect." 

"Of what??" 

"Of being the first Mutant Earth has ever seen." Technoblade smiles unpleasantly. "And the last to ever exist. Make no mistake. If I'm not killed by this time next year, I will destroy this world."

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