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redrose10 · 3 days ago

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Surprise! A short little update since I had some time today.

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Idol Yoongi x Female Spouse Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, body insecurity, hints of cheating, Jealousy, maybe more…

Part 1

You mindlessly wiped down the counter to pass the time and make your shift go a little quicker when your boss came walking in.

“Y/N make sure you sell the rest of that cherry pie. It’s about to spoil and since it was your suggestion to start selling it I’m taking it out of your paycheck if we don’t.”, he directed before storming into his office and slamming the door. He was lucky the cafe paid decently and was so close to your apartment otherwise you would have quit a long time ago.

Some time later as you were folding some napkins the bell on the door chimed indicating a new customer had arrived. You put on your best customer service smile and walked over to the register to take their order.

“Hi welcome to Comfy Cafe. How can I help you today?”, you asked.

“Hi uh yeah can I please get a large iced americano?”, the man in front of you spoke. He looked familiar. You knew he was most likely an idol signed by one of the companies headquartered near the cafe. The way he dressed and his mint colored hair was not the usual style your everyday customers had, but you couldn’t quite place who he was.

“Would you like to add any bakery items?”, you asked hoping for an upsell to please your boss.

He shook his head while digging around in his wallet looking for his credit card.

You continued, “We have a really tasty cherry pie! And cherries are actually quite good for you too by the way. They have antioxidant properties, are heart healthy, AND can help with your sleep thanks to containing some melatonin.”

Finally the guy looked up at you with his eyebrow raised, “And also loads of sugar and fat that I’m pretty sure cancels all of that out.”

Your face fell slightly, “Right... I guess so.”, you chuckled feeling silly, “One large iced americano coming right up.”

You placed the drink on the counter and began ringing up his order when he stopped you, “Oh and uh add on a slice of cherry pie.” You perked up and nodded excitedly, “Cherries are also high in fiber so there’s that too!” You heard the guy laugh making you turn nearly as red as the pie you were holding, but the relief you felt knowing you were one slice closer to not loosing a portion of your hard earned paycheck made a huge smile spread across your face. You packaged everything up while he paid and then waved a good bye before walking out the door. By the end of your shift there was only one slice of pie left and you ended up purchasing it with your free daily employee meal so none of it had to come out of your check.

That same guy started coming into the little cafe every couple of days. One of the days your coworker helped you figure out that he was Yoongi or Suga from the group BTS. She was Jungkook biased herself so you heard a lot about the group that day.

For being famous, Yoongi was always very polite and friendly when he would come in. He would order an americano and a slice of cherry pie each time, usually to-go but sometimes he would stick around and eat at the cafe while having a conversation with you. There were even a few times that he brought the rest of the group which your boss absolutely loved you for since they pretty much cleared out the display case of various pastries.

Eventually Yoongi asked you out on a date. One date turned into two and then three and four then next thing you knew you were his girlfriend. All the while he was still coming into the cafe at least once a week, as long as they weren’t on a tour, and would order a coffee and a slice of cherry pie. You offered him other items, the banana bread was good and the cinnamon rolls were to die for, but he stuck with the same cherry pie.

It wasn’t until your first anniversary that he finally confessed something he had been hiding for a long time. You had surprised him with some homemade cherry candies. It was your grandma’s recipe that included cherries and whiskey, two of his favorite things…or so you thought. You were so excited to give him the gift. He thanked you profusely, but you could tell something was off. After some prodding he finally told you the truth.

He hated cherries. He hated everything about them. The way they felt, the way they stained everything red. The way they tasted. He hated fresh cherries, cherry cobbler, cherry jello, and even cherry pie. He hated the cherry flavored medicine his mom used to give him when he had a sore throat. He hated the sickly sweet and artificial cherry scented perfume his aunt always wore. He even hated the cherry chapstick that his sixth grade crush was wearing the day he worked up the courage to kiss her.

But most of all he hated the way you frowned and looked so defeated that first day he met you at the cafe when he declined your offer of the pie. So he went against everything he believed in and ordered a slice of the cherry pie and the way your face lit up again into a bright smile made him realize that maybe he could like cherries even if just a little bit.

The days he took the pie to go were easy because he could pass along the slice to one of the other boys who gladly gobbled down the dessert without issue and then in the days he had a little extra time and would eat in the cafe so he could spend some more time with you he would focus on your pretty face and the conversation between you two instead of the cherry abomination on his plate.

As he told you all of this you felt both butterflies that he was willing to suffer like that just to see you smile, but you also felt terrible too.

Then you had a realization and burst into laughter and in between giggles had to explain how at one point your boss wanted to take the cherry pie off of the menu since it wasn’t a big seller and was hard to keep fresh, but you begged and pleaded with him to keep it. The last thing you wanted was to have to tell Yoongi he couldn’t get his slice of pie so eventually your boss relented and kept the pie on the menu. But you were required to come into work hours early every day to make the pies yourself. So for months you woke up super early and walked to the cafe just to make sure there was a cherry pie available in case Yoongi walked through the door.

The both of you realized you had been unnecessarily suffering for each other over this and that is how cherries became a symbol of your love for one another.

“Y/N! Y/N please wait!”, your husband was shouting as he tried to push his way through the crowd. You were on a mission to find your daughter and get out of that place as fast as you could. Your feet were burning, your legs felt wobbly, and your back ached, but you pushed yourself to walk as fast as you could waddle because the thought of being anywhere near Yoongi hurt more than any of that.

“Momma! Did you see me?! Did you love it?!”, Hana came running up to you in the hall. She was carrying the little bouquet of flowers Yoongi had arranged to have delivered for her and the rest of the class.

“You did so great baby! I’m so proud of you.”, you exclaimed leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead, “Now go get your coat. We need to go.”

“Y/N.”, Yoongi gasped out of breath behind you. You ignored him while keeping your focus on the door so you could grab Hana as soon as she came out.

“Baby…”, he said reaching for your hand, but you pulled away.

“Don’t baby me. Leave now before Hana comes out. I’ll let her know you had a work thing to go to.”, you said hoping the anger in your voice covered the quivering sound from you being about to cry.

“Y/N, please… let’s talk about this. Let me explain.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes before shaking your head and turning away from him.

He continued, “You’re going to get yourself worked up and it’s not good for you or the baby. Let’s go home. We’ll put Hana to bed and then I can make sure you’re taken care of. Then we can talk.”

“Fuck off Yoongi! What is there to talk about?! You want to explain to me how long you’ve been cheating on me with that woman? Do you want to talk about how deprived of intimacy I am lately while you’re out fucking her and who knows who else? There is nothing to talk about!”, by the time you were finished you were out of breath and had tears rolling down your cheeks. You felt shaky and were sure a few of the people around you were staring if not listening in.

You weren’t sure what you really expected from him, but Yoongi was as stoic as ever as he silently stared at you. He finally went to speak, but Hana excitedly came running into the hallway and jumped into his arms. He spun her around and gave her cheek a kiss before gently setting her down while you hastily wiped away your tears so she wouldn’t see.

Then he surprised you when he reached for your coat that was being squeezed to death in your shaking hands. He held it open for you and helped you get it on, even making sure it was buttoned up with your scarf neatly tied around your neck. He did the same for Hana before grabbing her hand and leading her towards the exit while you silently followed behind them.

When you walked through the door of your home Hana shouted goodnight and went sprinting to her room to start getting ready for bed after you promised her chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast if she didn’t make bedtime difficult. You were in no mood for it.

“I’ll start her bath. You need to take your vitamins.”, Yoongi said while hanging up his coat.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing.”, you shook your head, “But you’re not staying here. Get out Yoongi.”

“Y/N…”

“No!”, you hissed trying to keep your voice down, “You cheated on me Yoongi. The only reason I even got in the car with you was so that Hana wouldn’t get upset at the school and cause a scene. So leave now before she comes back out and I’ll tell her you had an emergency at work.”

“Wh-Where am I supposed to go?”

You scoffed, “I don’t care. Go to your studio. Go to one of the boys. Go to that woman’s house! I’m sure she has more of your clothes you can wear for the night or don’t wear any at all! It’s not like you need them while you’re fucking each other anyways.”

At that same moment you felt a sharp pain sear through your side and you doubled over in pain.

“Y/N!”, he whispered before running to your side in an instant and rubbing your belly with his hand. He helped you to your bed and got out your favorite pajamas to place down next to you. He left the room before returning shortly with a glass of water, your vitamins, some milk, and bowl with various fruits along with a chocolate chip cookie that he had warmed up just the way you liked it. You felt a lump forming in your throat that you couldn’t quite get down.

He grabbed a bag and shoved a few items inside it. Then he cleared his throat, “I’ll leave Y/N, but I’m only leaving because I don’t want to upset you any more than you already are right now. It’s not good for you or the baby and it’s terrifying me. I want you to rest and then we’ll discuss this tomorrow. Call me immediately if you need anything.”, he said before closing the bedroom door and walking down the hall. You heard him open up Hana’s door to take a quick peak before closing it again and then a few moments later you heard the familiar beeps of the front door signaling it getting opened and shut and then he was gone.

Now that you were alone in the comfort of your own bed you finally broke down into sobs. You were so exhausted physically and emotionally that you were unable to even change out of your dress. You buried your face into your pillow hoping to hide the sounds from Hana.

You had asked him to leave and he did, but for some reason that hurt more than anything. Maybe a part of you wanted him to stay and argue with you, even if it lasted all night and went round and round to go nowhere. You wanted him to say something hurtful to you so that you would know he was hurting too. You wanted him to make you feel like he wanted to fight for you…for your marriage and family, but instead he walked away and left you replaying the nights events over and over. It left you wondering if and when he had stopped feeling anything for you and maybe all of this was why things had been feeling so off between you two lately.

#bts #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi #bts x reader #bts fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi x y/n #yoongi angst #bts yoongi #yoongi fluff #suga

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somerandomcockroach · 2 days ago

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I will use this post as an excuse to ramble about body types because MAN, you just made me understood that they have broad variety of body types (PLUS I LOVE HAIR FOR JAZZ IN THERE SO MUCH, I was drawing him with Blast Off's style (because how he can keep longer hair under helmet...) but nah, after saw their designs it felt strange, Blast Off ruled it wheeeezeee)

*raises up hands pointing* Took these four, Jazz' type would have been more loose one? Natural, he doesn't train intentionally, he just moves a lot, freestyle trained like body type Brawl would have more of a boxer type of body, eats a lot, lifts weights a lot, endurance sucks *inhales* Onslaught. Onslaught is a machine. He is a young uncle Iroh. I can see him working out at morning and at evening and even at night, he is a machine, also can see Blast off cooking according to his diet and Ons might notice it. He built his body with sweat and man, he is a human titan Blast Off. THE MOMENT I SAW HIS DESIGN I WAS SOLD. I THINK I LOVE HIS DESIGN ONE OF THE MOST AHAHSGAH. He has little weight, his upper body is trained good, mobile, Miles Morales type but hands pumpier

#I feel sleepy will post some things and die #cockroachdoodles #tf mecha universe #WHEEEEZEEE TECHNICALLY JUST BODIES OF CHARACTERS IN THERE #BUT WHO MINDS #I HAVEN'T BEEN DRAWING HUMAN BODIES IN FOREVER #AU BY KEFERON IN CASE SOMEONE FORGOT #Jazz #Brawl #Blast Off #Onslaught

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physalian · 2 days ago

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"Dear Newbie Writers"...

Mmmm I really want to critique this article but the rest of it is behind a paywall and attacking only the first half of his argument seems petty.

But fuck it I’mma do it anyway, because I saw the headline and I couldn’t resist.

The furthest I am able to read without paying for it is:

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Here’s the four-step process to writing success that’s being passed around the Internet as if it was a jar of pickled wisdom:

Choose a niche.

Publish consistently.

Gain traction.

Profit.

And here’s what it usually ends up looking like:

Choose a niche.

Publish consistently.

Wonder where the heck everyone is.

Keep publishing.

Hello?!

Keep publishing.

Anyone out there?!

Keep publishing.

Get sick of publishing.

Give up.

Crickets.

Consistency, consistency, consistency. That’s what everyone preaches. And there’s nothing wrong with it per se. But consistency alone won’t necessarily get you somewhere. If you consistently walk down the wrong road, you’ll just end up in the middle of a desert, reciting your philosophical…

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And my issue is this that writing is an art, first, before a means for profit. So my advice is instead:

Dear Newbie Writers: Stop going in with the mindset that you’ll become an NYT Bestseller on your first try, and if you measure your success by your profit, you’ll lose your love for your art blaming your empty wallet.

If that’s what this man goes on to say, good on him (and he might very well have, I don't know), but he’s put his article behind said paywall and his tagline is a doozy.

If you want to write 100 versions of the same exact trope, because you really really love that trope, fucking go for it. Does it make you happy? Are you proud of what you created?

Yes, gaining an adoring audience is every artist’s dream, but you can’t scry your way into figuring out the magical formula for success, and that magical formula might be antithetical to what you want to write.

I could absolutely write a romantacy smutfest and make bank as an SJM copycat. But I hate romantacy smutfests, and writing one in the style that her fans will read would make me miserable. And, by the time I get it published, who knows (though I do wish) if the sub-genre has already fallen out of favor and now I have this book that no one wants and that I’d be loathe to put my name on.

If writing what you love means you never find your audience, you can’t control your audience in the first place. I get frustrated myself when I don’t make sales, but it could be from any number of reasons. I know one of those reasons is not because I’m a bad writer and it’s a bad book.

I just likely haven’t found the pocket of readers who would not only enjoy it, but would then tell their friends all about it, get them to read it, tell all their friends about it, and so on.

It could be the wrong time for my genre, or it’s just buried under other books’ marketing campaigns, or I’m not on the right platform, or my SEO isn’t optimized, or my own campaigns aren’t clicking, or people are just caught up reading something else or simply doing something else.

Am I going to give up because I’m not making money? Nope. I’m doing what I love, and I do have some readers who like my work. That’s success to me. Being published, getting through that process, even if I only have 5 sales (and I do have 50), is success to me.

Bare minimum, "it's pointless if you haven't found a formula that works" is just

You are gaining experience publishing. You are still writing. You are still learning. You are still creating.

If you’re in it for profit, you’re in the wrong game.

And if that is what the above article goes onto say, then I'm not the only one who knows this, either.

#writing #writeblr #writing a book #writing advice #writing resources #writing tips #writing tools

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milesmeles · 22 hours ago

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Dance As a Form of Euphoria

I've never really been a dancer. Never took classes, never thought I was particularly "good."

Since starting theatre school though, I have had to take multiple dance classes in order to graduate. Among those, was contemporary dance. The professor is one of the most intelligent, thoughtful human beings I have ever met... Occasionally, we would stop everything and meditate, but more often we would do something called "gaga."

"Gaga" is a form of dance technique that gets you moving. It allows you to explore your space, your mind, your body; it encourages you to expand beyond your typical sets if movement.

Why is this important for species euphoria? Well, for starters, it really centralizes on YOU. You are supposed to move however is most natural and intuitive to you. So being nonhuman, that means my mind naturally went to a more "animalistic" side. During the course of a gaga session, the instructor will yell out a prompt. Something like, "You are spaghetti in a boiling pot, and it's getting hotter by the second!" Or, "You are a blade of grass just swaying in the wind."

Yes, the prompts include specific wording, but my mind would always drift to a therianthropic side of things. Sometimes we would go into fetal position, and to me, that would be something like, "Oh okay I'm curled up in my den." Or some of the more sensory prompts like "You can smell a delicious candle" would translate more to "I'm smelling the earthy countryside."

Contemporary dance is a very flux style. There aren't very many "rules" necessarily, other than knowing the vocabulary of other styles for ease of instruction. This means one can interpret this style however they please. You can put any intention into the energy of the dance and go from there.

Plus, floorwork is common, meaning you're all up on the floor, sometimes writhing, sometimes crawling, sometimes rolling. For a lot of theriotypes, being on the ground is a nice connection to who they are. While quadrobics may be the hottest way of doing it, I think that being on the ground through dance feels more natural:

You aren't working against your current (I know, sorry) anatomy.

It doesn't have to feel "clunky," which is a feeling often described by people who aren't fond of quads. You can control the flow of the floorwork and do it however you need to do it; it's flux.

There is intention. Many less "short bursts" of being on all-fours, much more "there is a reason I'm down here right now."

Music adds a whole other layer. A lot of music used commonly in contemporary choreo is abstract but pleasant, almost just as natural sounding as the dance itself.

The werewolf in me appreciates going from twos to fours ^^

Those are just my thoughts. If anybody else has personal connections to therianthropy through dance, I would love to hear it. It's worth giving the combination a shot if you haven't thought about it yet!!

#therianthropy #therian #alterhuman #otherkin #nonhuman

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pacific-coast-hockey · 3 days ago

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I messed up, it was Shin Larsson himself who brought up how evil Victor is. Also fascinating interview and I love when you can tell how Nolly is just so psyched to have someone new and interesting to interview.

Transcript forthcoming, I will edit it into this post when I am done! 🫡 Transcript below ⬇️

[TRANSCRIBER NOTE: there is significant background noise from the arena underneath the interviews. Most of it is cheering or talking, some singing.]

NICK NOLLENBERGER (NN): We’ve got a very special guest up in the broadcast booth. Joining us on the road, Shin Larsson, the Director of Amateur Scouting for the San Jose Sharks. Shin, what brings you all the way out here to Abbotsford?

SHIN LARSSON (SL): Uh, we actually have meetings coming up here, starting on Thursday in San Jose. So we gonna meet with the whole amateur group, uh, and I came a little bit earlier to watch, um, some junior hockey games and uh, luckily there was a Barracuda game here where in the area where I was too.

NN: So it works out perfectly seeing the Barracuda – I don’t know how many times have you–have you really been able to see the team. You live full-time in Sweden and obviously scouting throughout Europe. How–how many times do you get to see the Barracuda on a yearly basis?

SL: Yeah, uh, not–not very often. Uh, maybe once a year when I come over, I watch a couple of games, and uh, when you don’t see them that often, uh, it’s, uh, really exciting once you get over, uh, and get to see them live and not on the TV.

NN: So we’re right in the middle of the season, this is actually the halfway point for the Barracuda, the Sharks kinda in the thick of the middle of the seasons as well. You mentioned mid-season meetings, what does this time of year look like for the scouting department?

SL: Uh, I think it’s yeah, a hectic time of the year, the World Juniors is just over with, and uh, there’s really not that much left of the season, it goes really quick once, uh, January comes. Uh, so this is a good time to go, uh, over, uh, all of the players we’ve seen at this point and kind of narrow it down and focus on the ones, uh, we have the most interest in for the draft.

NN: Obviously the Sharks are looking like they’re going to draft pretty high. They picked first overall last year, they also picked I believe tenth overall taking Sam Dickinson after Macklin Celebrini. It’s been a really productive last couple of years for your staff, for Mike Grier’s crew since he took over three years ago. Under Mike, under this new stewardship of the San Jose Sharks, do you guys feel like as a collective unit, as kind of uh–uh, a vision, do guys feel like you’re all lockstep now you have a couple years under your belt as a group?

SL: Definitely, I think this is, uh, year three under Mike and, uh, I think it’s been, uh, a big change in the beginning but now everything is, uh, clicking and, uh, we–we kind of know what Mike is looking for, and what kind of identity we want on the team going forward here, so. Uh, like you said, I think last two or three years, some really good drafts, uh, a lot of players with, uh, really good potential of helping the team here.

NN: When you’re doing amateur scouting, in the NHL, kids are drafted as teenagers, 18 years of age. It’s hard to predict the future because usually it’s three or four years out for any of these guys. It’s really hard, I would believe, to predict the future for players in Europe because in many ways it’s a different style of play out there. So what you looking out there from an amateur standpoint? What are the things that stick out for young players? And how do you predict the future?

SL: Yeah, that’s, uh, so hard. It’s almost like a lottery sometimes, but, uh, at least they’re seventeen, eighteen years old. It’s even worse when they’re uh, drafted into the junior leagues here, or the junior programs in Sweden. So there, uh, a good step on the way, I think when you, uh, draft them early in the first round, they’re, uh, usually already in the pro-leagues over here in Sweden and, uh, you just gotta, uh, keep working on, uh, making those final steps to–to make an impression over here as well.

NN: Well the Sharks have a couple of games with guys, European players, I think Cherynshov was just sent, obviously, to the OHL, you–you have other guys, Halttunen who’s in the OHL as well, these guys who grow up on the other side of the, uh, of the world, what is the benefit of bringing them over to the CHL, kind of introducing them to the North American style?

SL: I think it’s just, uh, first of all, kind of, uh, game overall with the smaller rinks, and, uh, usually more games too. Uh, they’re not used to playing that many games, so that helps them on the way to uh, becoming NHL players to–to play this many games, if you look at Bystedt [Transcriber’s note: he pronounces it BYE-stedt] here, he–he played a couple years pro in Sweden but even this is different because this is more games and it’s uh, sometimes Friday, Saturday, Sunday games, and, uh, it’s gonna help him, uh, mature a lot in the way of, uh, becoming NHL player.

NN: You mentioned–you mentioned Filip Bystedt [Transcriber’s note: he pronounces it BEE-stedt] coming over from Sweden, this is his first season in North America. Big body, obviously, you see kind of the physical attributes. What made him kind of an intriguing player when you were going through the draft process? You probably saw him a lot over in Sweden – what made him a guy that you–you liked, you targeted where you did in the first round?

SL: I think he’s always one of the better players in the age group over there. Uh, he has really all the tools, he’s–he’s got the size, he’s got the hockey sense, he’s got the, uh, puck game, uh he’s just gotta put all that together and then he has all the potential to be able to become a good, uh, NHL player for us.

NN: We’re talking to Shin Larsson, director for the European scouting for the San Jose Sharks, happens to be here in Abbotsford to take in some Barracuda hockey tonight and take in some Western League hockey as well. I wanna ask for a scouting report quickly, Victor Eklund, younger brother of William, Sharks forward, he’s going to be in this draft, some have him pegged to be potentially a top pick. Give us the scouting report on the young brother.

SL: Yeah, they’re uh, a little bit different. He’s–he’s the wilder one, I think. He’s uh, not that big of a guy, but he’s totally fearless, goes into the battles hundred percent, usually comes out with the pucks too, and–and he has a nose for the net as well. Uh, so that would be something, to–to have both of them on the one team.

NN: [Transcriber’s note: he sounds absolutely delighted as he talks] I always think it’s funny when the younger brother has that type of style of play ‘cause he was probably getting beat up his whole life, so he had to be tough, right? William was, I know, a good brother, probably didn’t beat him up, you know how it is when younger, uh, younger brothers come up through the ranks, it’s gonna be fun to see where he ends up ultimately landing. [Transcriber’s note: he goes back to being serious here.] One more question for you, we–we asked you about the mid-season meetings, all the scouts getting together, a great opportunity not only to talk about the draft, but also bond with guys you probably don’t get to see throughout the year. What’s one characteristic that this regime identifies in players? Is there one that kinda can go through every guy?

SL: I think it’s, uh, compete. That’s uh–if we’re gonna say one word or one thing that sticks out, it’s the compete.

NN: Shin Larsson, kind enough to join us. Great to see you, I saw your name on the list of scouts and I thought, no way, Shin’s in town, so let’s get him on air. So thank you for the time, safe travels back to the Bay Area, hopefully we’ll see you when we get there as well.

SL: Thank you for having me.

NN: Shin Larsson, the Director of European Scouting for the San Jose Sharks just happens to be here in Abbotsford and kind enough to join us in the broadcast booth. 3-3 is our score through 40, back in a moment, this is Barracuda hockey on the Sharks Audio Network.

Nolly dragging the Sharks' Director of European Scouting out of the crowd at Abbotsford and holding up a mic to him and going "Victor Eklund. He's eviler than William. Thoughts? Can we get him??" He's just like Sharks lb fr

#san jose SHARKS #shin larsson #nick nollenberger #this is MOSTLY correct i'm for sure missing some of nolly and larsson's filler 'uh's but i got most of it i think

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artificial-condition · 2 months ago

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Every day I grow more and more assured in my convictions that the Murderbot diaries needs to be an animated show

#if its going to be adapted it needs to be ANIMATED PLEASE #there are four styles I would love it in:#1. the emperors new groove #2. arcane #3. into the spider verse #4. dan da dan #I guess those aren’t really styles necessarily but I would LOVE for it to be adapted like any of these shows/movies #my thoughts #murderbot #the murderbot diaries

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whaliiwatching · 7 months ago

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one in a million admirers…

based on ofc this prompt

#spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spider noir #hobie brown #noirpunk #YES i’m still into them #and i’m inordinately proud of my interpretation of this prompt lol #he would not have a billboard!! but he’d fuck one up #it came out great too with the street chaos of 138’s style #it was a lot of fun and i only did it in like four hours #i like to think sometimes that peter gets weird about how famous hobie is not just as 138’s spider but as a rockstar #he’s huge. everyone both in the universe and out of it that isn’t actively antagonized by him loves him #so why would peter be special? why would his love and admiration matter??#the answer is because they’re good for each other and i want them to kick fash ass together #queer antifascist ship art on july 4th?? hmmm what could that possibly mean

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amanitacurses · 8 months ago

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Could I request some more vidow?? Maybe some angst >:) or hurt/comfort vidow or with the colours :) (with Vio or shadow as the centerpiece tho soz lmao)

Like I would pass up a chance to draw Vidow, c'mon

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spotaus · 2 days ago

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Hehe, what can I say, I love bouncing into a new project and then back out!

Yep, Nightmare almost made a total 180 in his behavior and went dadmare on these guys! (He has a few hundred years on them so it's not 100% impossible!)

Yeah!! I was originally going to give Killer some sort of head wound or smth, Horror style, but I decided to roll with a missing leg instead! Killer gets all patched up and babies and better! And yeah, Horror never quite gets used to it, even if he's the only one bothered by it lol!

And!!!!! Yeah!!!! Dust and Reaper meeting is funny af because that's definitely the jist of what happens! (You've unlocked an unskippable cutscene I apologize-)

So, Reaper and Nightmare have... a lil bit of history. I like to think that due to Nightmare's situation he's seen Reaper plenty if times. Whether it's just his presence, collecting a fallen soul and whisking it away, or directly meeting with him and Error to discuss a tentative allyship. (<- That one only was accepted by Error, Reaper said he'd remain neutral but not join forces.) And. If course. Reaper also is low-key after that soul Nightmare is keeping alive that should've dies hundreds of years back but like... low priority. So, Reaper's been around.

And for every round of the Guys Nightmare's taken in, Reaper appears more often than not for their near-death experiences. Usually he can talk with them a bit, get news on what Nightmare is up to, etc etc. But this newest batch? This newest batch never seems to get harmed to the brink if death which is new and odd. So when large numbers of souls start dying, Reaper appears to spy. Finds Dust out on a mission of his own. And after several times like this, Reaper finally decides to speak to Dust. Flirting, being playful. Dust humors it fir only a few minutes before blowing him off and leaving back to the main group.

This becomes a trend, and Reaper gets a little attached. Geno told him not to do that, Nightmare's followers always die. They're always replaced. (Maybe, just maybe, they were interacting with the 1st Dust briefly before Nightmare 'took him in'.) But... Dust had been around for a while. He decides to just keep shooting his shot, even if he seemed to anger the other more than fluster him.

And just like you said!! Eventually Dust figures it out, but it takes a lil bit. Including several moments where he's knocked out in battles because he overextends his (now limited) magic or because he gets distracted and takes a substantial hit. Reaper's always there in the back of his head. Granted Dust usually isn't on death's door but Reaper is there as a safeguard anyways. Just in case some light at the end of the tunnel shows up. He's friendly, and flirty, and talkative. Then bids Dust farewell before he wakes up, either sprawled on the battlefield still, laid out on his bed back at the base, or mid-carry by his retreating teammates/boss.

I like to think the lil convo would happen after a Hunt (the four of the guys going out to chase down monsters in the streets for Nightmare to feast on their misery, y'know) when Dust kills the monsters off and can feel Reaper briefly pass by. Familiar magic. Then whisk away. And it's right there around the others in some alleyway that they have that conversation because it JUST occurred to him that maybe that teasing flirting was genuine and death has a thing for him specifically.

That makes if even funnier if, collectively, Killer and Cross rush off to go tell Nightmare and Dust sprints off after them like 'don't you dare you little shits!' But. Obviously. He's too late.

And I dunno how it'd go from there. Probably a sit-down between Night and Dust where he tells Dust, in no uncertain terms, to explain himself. And like. Reaper is obviously not a threat, he's not bothering Dust either, and he shows up any time he's injured and vulnerable (unconscious) and it Feels like he's trying to not let him die. Which is a good sign. Hopefully. And Nightmare just has to process that for a bit. Death was always the one who picked up his scraps, never hunted his prey, so he assumes it must not be with ill intentions. He allows Dust to proceed as he sees fit, but to come to him if anything else arises.

Oh and there's definitely a moment where Reaper whisks Dust away. He's completed with his mission a little early, he *should* get back to the others elsewhere in the AU. But Reaper (very very carefully) yoinks Dust and portals him somewhere new. The Save Screen. Just to meet Geno!

Dust is not exactly happy with Reaper, but he doesn't have to get too mad at him because Geno is ontop of it before Dust can even start to protest. Smack to the back of the skull for kidnapping someone and a good scolding, amidst the flurry sonething about how Dust might get in trouble because of Reaper's stunt. Reaper seems entirely content (Geno's not actually doing any damage) and the two have to have a staring match before Geno gives in and introduces himself.

It's brief, but basically an explanation that Geno is Reaper's partner and is essentially always dying. Geno's stuck in the Save Screen or other multiversal pause-points, so Reaper cones to visit him. He tells him stories and keeps him company. Some of the stories are about Dust. Something something glad to finally meet. Yes he knows Reaper's a flirt, yes he's being genuine, do with that as you please, etc etc. And then Dust has to go.

So Reaper drops him back off in the AU. And. Apparently, the Save Screen (much like the Doodlesphere and Anti-void) is a location Nightmare can't sense or travel into. So when Dust reappears, Nightmare is by his side melting out of a puddle almost instantly. It'd been almost 20 minutes since he was supposed to be back! Wth!!!

And yeah man idk, they're just very very silly goofy about it. Dust plays it safe, just saying Reaper had something to show him, he promised he wasn't running off.

And I'll stop here or I'll write an entire fic at this rate but uhh- There is a scene I have in mind where Dust officially brings Reaper and Geno to the mansion and formally talks to Night about it and their relationship. Dust never hears the end of it from the others, but at least now he can make the joke that the others are bitchless lmao- and honestly Nightmare takes the news well.

Idea-dumping under the cut ig as a distraction!

(Actually this got like... long, so here's some bonus design visuals!)

So, this is mostly me thinking out-loud about those alt/personal versions of Nightmare's gang.

First establishment: in this version, Nightmare follows the *was* evil but does so poorly with several versions of the group that he decides he's probably the problem and goes searching for answers before finally settling on a few and keeping them alive. (Yes, Nightmare keeps the original 3 sets dust. Most of it was scattered, but the bits he kept all went into an hourglass. He keeps it on a shelf high in his office so no one can turn it over again.)

In this same vein, Dream and Nightmare are battling because Dream believes Nightmare is no longer his younger self and an entirely separate entity. (Is this true? Probably this time? We'll see.) So, Dream has Ink usually on-hand, and has lost a few comrades over the years, Blue being the only one who'd survived to this point. (I think he might've managed to recruit a Color at some point, Night killed both the Color and Killer. Maybe he also recruited a horror of his own, who was executed by the 2nd Dust. Point is, Blue has been around to see these monsters be cycled out and behave different and all die expendable on Night's side, and has lost friends on Dream's side.) Dream nowadays tries to stick to only himself, Ink, and Blue.

So, establishing that, there's the trouble of Nightmare and his mortals.

Nightmare lives in an older Victorian mansion rather than a castle, his domain is an abandoned au set in that time period, where him and his crew have free-reign. (Basically think the streets of London but entirely unoccupied and almost constantly night-time or rainy/dreary/foggy.)

Initially, he used this landscape to torment those he brought to his domain, whether that be chasing a new killer/horror/dust until they were exhausted or bringing au inhabitants back for his men to hunt down and torment for him. It was useful, a lot of left-over objects and items from inhabitants long since dead, and a lot of interesting hiding places. The edges of the au are just a blackness. Eventually there is an invisible wall, and if you reach that, You're easy pickings for Nightmare. he knows.

I think that the way Nightmare finally decides on his henchmen needing better treatment is when the 3rd Horror, the very last surviving one, *let* Dream get a lethal hit in on him. There was no chance for Dream or Nightmare to act, and they'd both retreated in the aftermath. Normally this wouldn't have bothered Nightmare, but that Horror had been his most obedient and resourceful one yet, and he'd actually grown to like his presence. So. The silence in the castle while he recovered from injuries and prepared for the next batch? It was particularly striking for him. It felt *icky* to not have another person there, and it felt icky to have lost that Horror in the way that he had. Not even an honorable death. He decided he needed to figure out how to keep a monster similar, if not *better than* how he'd kept horror.

After about a month of debating, he finally settled on visiting a Ccino. And no, this isn't just because Ccino's been growing on me lately. He knew one of the Killer's he had, the 2nd, enjoyed sneaking off to the fluffytale aus and he figured there must have been a reason. So. Nightmare takes advantage of his shape-shifting and what little sense he has, and finds himself in an inaccurate replication of a passive Nightmare. He goes to a Ccino, though it might as well be one involved in the multiverse, since Night is now shattering that view. He makes several trips, regularly over the course of a few months. Biding his time. The balance isn't tipping yet. Until he can become at least slightly familiar enough with this Ccino to ask the burning question. How does one care for another living being?

Ccino, at this point, is used to his weird British customer and his odd way of asking questions. Asks if he means a pet, like a cat. Nightmare clarifies that, no, he means monsters. And Ccino has to try and figure out what he means by that. Is he expecting? Is he... adopting? He asks the second one, and Nightmare nods. Ccino breathes a sigh of relief, and realizes it must be because Nightmare is a boss monster. They live much different lives from a normal monster, require less to eat, less sleep, rely on their magic a lot more heavily. He suggests Nightmare come by again the next day and by then he might have some advice.

And while Ccino mostly gives him information on how to raise kids, from babies to teens, Nightmare takes in the information. He's still convinced he's learning all this because he wants to make perfect soldiers. Monsters who will obey him through whatever means that last Horror had. So he takes in all the information he can. He focuses a lot on the suggestions for teenagers. Even though the ones he had before were certainly adults, they often had outbursts and these solutions seemed reasonable. And Ccino was kind enough to stay after closing to talk with him on multiple occasions. It became a little club, between the two of them, almost.

And then Nightmare finally went out to find new replacements. 4th time's the charm.

The first one he collected this time was a Killer. The most volatile usually, but also the easiest to coerce into cooperating with his goals. Normally, his first act would be to let the Killer run loose in the streets and hunt him down. A show of dominance and control. This time, he decided he'd show patience. He stole away the Killer like he normally would, and left him out on a street, but with a note in his pocket. Detailing exactly what Nightmare was offering and why, along with the address of the mansion incase he wanted to discuss more.

It only took two days before Killer arrived at Nightmare's doorstep. He was cautious, but Nightmare was cordial. Not subtle, no, he acknowledged that he was actively kidnapping him. That if he made a misstep Nightmare would kill him. That he was replaceable. But, he also explained exactly what he was looking for from Killer, and *offered* work to him. Killer wandered away for a few more days, before coming back and accepting.

The trial runs with Killer were rough the first few months. Nightmare visited Ccino less, and found himself trying very hard to balance authority, Killer's loyalty, and the fragile trust growing between them. Sometimes he'd catch Killer doing something and he'd physically refrain from lashing out and punishing. Other times, though strangely only when Killer was making choices poor for his own health, Nightmare lashed out. Corrective behavior was not kind, but it was for the best in Nightmare's mind.

One thing he had a lot of trouble with was letting Killer explore the domain. He used to restrict all his henchmen inside unless they were hunting or on missions. Killer had an insatiable urge to explore, and several times Nightmare saw it as escape attempts. Dragging Killer back inside with threats of retaliation. Only once he let Killer escape and *watch* what he did, he realized he was literally just looking around, picking up trinkets, once he stole a shirt and brought it back with him. Then he returned, willingly, to the mansion. It was no trick, no escape, just simple curiosity. Nightmare took a page out of the book of the advice from Ccino and actually complimented Killer's shirt when he finally wore it one day. Killer's hackles were raised about it, obviously afraid of punishment, but Nightmare waved it off. As long as he wasn't bringing harm to himself or running away, Nightmare didn't mind.

It was only after Killer proved himself capable of hunting down captives in the city maze that Nightmare went out to find another. The 4th Dust.

Dust was a bit more of a handful than usual. Maybe it was because Nightmare wasn't stern enough. Or maybe it was because this Killer was a lot more friendly than his others had been. This Dust immediately attacked. Instead of aiming at Nightmare, it was aimed at Killer. Normally, it the past, he would've let Killer get hurt. Learn a lesson. This time he tugged his Killer out of the line of fire and forced Dust to listen to him. Held him in place.

Dust did not wander into the city like Night had let Killer do. He was confined to the mansion, mainly because Nightmare knew the previous Dusts had a tendency to curl up and let themselves rot if given the chance. So, Nightmare made sure he was fed, and would dunk him in the pond if he refused to bathe, and was always on the watch for hostile attacks, all while Killer was usually playing antagonist.

Nightmare's actually not sure what it was, but one day Dust simply... stopped disobeying his orders. He was up for breakfast, and didn't make Nightmare drag him out to see Killer chase down a victim. Nightmare did his best to be genuine when he told Dust he was pleased to see him up and about.

(Killer had been part of the change in attitude. He would sit outside Dust's door when Night was out and tell him how good of a gig it was. Nightmare wasn't perfect, but the place was cool and it was better than an empty underground. Killer was right, it was better than an empty underground. He gave it a shot and found he didn't feel awful.)

Dust still had his days ofc. Days where he'd get overwhelmed during a mission and overwhelm his magic. Days where he'd be too exhausted or depressed to get out of bed. Days where he hated being there and wanted to go back to his old au. But, on those days Nightmare would check in on him verbally, and visit with meals, or a small gift, or answer a question. Dust liked it when Nightmare answered his questions. And Nightmare, sometimes, would twitch his tendrils and throw something around when Dust was out of commission... but never infront of him. In front of Killer? Yes. Infront of Dust? No. That was not for Dust to worry about.

Sometime after Dust warmed up to him, he resolved to let them visit Ccino. Ccino had been asking about how things were going, and Nightmare wasn't sure how to express the extent of his frustrations a lot of the time. Ccino had suggested a visit might help if they were antsy. Nightmare had agreed.

After a particularly hard day, Nightmare having run into Dream, Blue, and Ink while on a supply run with the two he had, he decided they deserved a break. He prefaced that they were not to torment. Not to harm. Not to do any damages or there would be consequences. When both had agreed, thinly veiled curiosity, Nightmare took them to the au. Just around closing time. He adopted his shapeshifted passive form and brought the two of them along.

Ccino has been... visibly shocked. These were obviously two full-grown, or at least in they 20s-30s, monsters. They didn't look like they were in the best states either. But he'd held himself strong as Nightmare guided them to sit at his and Ccino's usual rounded table, the two extra chairs now being used up. Nightmare handed them the menu, and it seemed he got hesitant orders from both of them before approaching Ccino at the counter. He ordered. Ccino got to work.

When the drinks were brought out, Ccino was almost pleasantly relieved to find that the two additional monsters had cats swarming them. Nightmare introduced them, and Ccino saw how Killer had one cat cradled in each arm, both purring up a storm. Dust had one in his lap, asleep, with one of his hoodie-strings trapped by the cat's jaws. Night didn't bother with a made-up story. Just vaguely explained that they had come from toxic and unhealthy environments and were staying with him for the time being. Like... roommates. Ccino just kinda has to accept that the other two don't seem to be in any immediate distress and minds his own business.

I think it'd be at least a year or two, Nightmare ensuring he's made Killer and Dust comfortable and loyal. Making sure he knows just how to keep them alive properly, and establishing silently to his enemies (the stars) that he's done using expendable pawns. That's when he finally collects the 4th Horror.

It was a hard choice for him. Something about seeing another Horror's face, especially after he'd finally been making an effort to provide better support and care to this Killer and Dust? He figured it out. His last Horror was only so obedient and relaxed because if he was, Nightmare went softer on the others. When the others were both gone, he lost hope. Nightmare, some part of him, was scared he'd do it all over again. Somehow lose Killer and Dust and be left with just Horror. That was why he focused so heavily on Killer and Dust's wellbeing this time. So this Horror wouldn't have to worry. Would turn out the same.

And the plan worked out. Nightmare brought himself to go find a Horror. One from a collapsing timeline, right in the cross heirs of Error's attacks. He was basically a scrap of code, and Nightmare tugged him to safety at the last second. This Horror was confused, but grateful, until he noticed Killer and Dust. Horror was entirely avoidant of the two for the longest time, willing to do as Nightmare said once he heard him out, saw what was happening, but he did NOT like Dust or Killer. He was cagey, kept to himself, only showing weakness if he was injured in battle or had fallen ill. Night tried to watch out for him, but that wedge between the three of them was troublesome. Night hoped it'd work itself out. It never quite did.

Night doesn't have a favorite. He'll refer to Killer for important tasks, he's been there the longest. He'll let Dust fall asleep on the couch near to him and curl tendrils around him while he haps. He'll find recipe books and new supplies from aus for Horror to try out. He'd willingly get in the way of any attack to improve their chances of survival. Having said this, he pays an extra attention to Horror. Everyone notices it, Horror finds it unsettling sometimes but can mostly ignore it. It isn't until a fight with Dream where Horror chases Ink off to the side and Ink reveals to him the fate of the last Horror that any of them know *why*. Horror takes time to process it, before bringing it up to Nightmare very very nervously.

Nightmare, pained, admits his previous faults. He's not proud of his methodologies back then. He doesn't admit how much he cares about this 4th round of them. He doesn't need to.

Fun bonus! There's a year where Cross comes into the picture. At first he seeks out Nightmare for his help. Like in Underverse, he wants to rebuilt his au. But Nightmare denies him. It wouldn't benefit him or the others, it wouldn't benefit the balance, find someone else. But Cross can't. When he tries to work alone, Cross finds that Dream and the stars intercept him. They assume he'd working for Nightmare, which he denies, and they try to talk with him. Ask what he's doing. Ink and Dream can't allow Cross to keep going, even if he's trying to make himself a new home. They ask if he wants to join them. Defend against evil in the multiverse. And as it is, he has to agree.

So Cross teams up with the stars for a while. But as he's working with them, things don't seem to be lining up. Dream claims Nightmare tortures his followers, trades them out like cheap toys. But... Cross never sees these ones change. And if one gets too injured, Nightmare calls a retreat. The same ones come back each time. Even in the midst of battle Nightmare seemed to keep tabs on all of his players.

Once, Cross isolated Dust from the rest of the fighting. He was wounded and clearly getting more exhausted by the second. When Cross pinned him finally, he asked if he wanted to stop fighting. To go somewhere safe. Away from Nightmare. Dust had always seemed like the most actively dis-engaged fighter of the three. Cross thought he could convince him. But Dust just stares at him and says "Nah." Before getting a second wind and summoning an attack again. Cross tried to knock him out, take him by force, but the hit just dazed him rather than knocking him out, and by then Nightmare had figured out where they were. Seeing, or sensing, Dust's state, he signals for retreat instantly. Cross is forced to move or get skewered by darkness, and he's shocked by how gently Nightmare scoops up the dazed Dust, and how willingly Dust let's it happen. Horror and Killer are right on Nightmare's tail and hop through the portal first. Night through very last.

Cross had never seen Nightmare pick up his men so carefully before. Usually they'd walk through on their own, or he'd lift with tendrils. This time he carried Dust in his own arms. That was... weird.

Cross, eventually, comes to terms with not rebuilding his AU, just being barred from it for so long. But it takes *ages* before he goes to Nightmare. For one reason or another, Cross realizes that the state of his friendship with Dream is unhealthy. I mean, Dream cares for him, but it feels overbearing. And when he asked to visit the omega timeline once, Dream advised against it. Basically placed him on house-arrest unless everyone was going out to fight. He had to stay inside Dream's au, since he was an outcode. A fragile one. (Dream was afraid of losing Cross, like he'd lost many others.)

During a fight, Cross decides he's going to try something new. He's going to get as close as physically possible to the portal at the end of the fight, and lunge inside at the last second. No weapons, no hostility, nothing. That Domain of Nightmare's is untraceable. He needs in there.

And when he enacts the plan? Nightmare actually allows it. On his end, acting like he didn't notice a thing until he steps through.

Ofc, Cross immediately got tackled and pinned by Killer, but Cross doesn't fight back. Night demands he explain himself, abd Cross takes one more hesitant look at the surrounding enemies before admitting. Dream's kept him on a short leash since he joined. No exploring, no harsh training, no visiting friends, nothing. He needed to get somewhere Dream couldn't follow him. Even though it was a suicide mission, Night's domain was the safest choice.

And Nightmare was frankly baffled. Someone had willingly chose his domain over his brother's? It was a bit of an honor. But I'm the sane breath, he couldn't just let Cross leave. If he did, then that wouldn't be just to his three loyal wards.

So, Nightmare gave him an ultimatum. Either he stayed and acted as a teammate, eventually earning privileges just like the others had, or they could kill him. No one can just freely enter the au and expect Sanctuary. Cross knew as much, and as much as it seemed to pain him, he agreed he'd work for Nightmare.

And for Cross? Nightmare decided to reach back into the old days. He told Cross he had ten minutes to go somewhere in the city. Evade for as long as he could. Told him to get running. Only when Cross had confusedly left the mansion did Nightmare tell the group that whoever could scare Cross the most, without intentionally wounding him, would get to choose the next big leisure item he brought back from supply-running.

Boy did the guys torment him! Nightmare kept an eye on it, and there was some excellent restraint from all three of them. It went on for several hours, and Nightmare only cut it short because he'd noticed Cross had developed a limp. Some sort of twisted ankle maybe? (For the record, Dust managed to win. He suggested a projector for movies and stuff.) Back at the castle they all sat at the table, including Cross (though he was wary) and ate. Then they had leisure time. Then curfew. The next morning, when Cross was still limping, he postponed further 'training' to check how truly hurt Cross was.

Basically, Cross figures out Nightmare only does fucked-up stuff because it's part of his nature. He needs to to survive. Outside of that? He's learned to be amicable and borderline kind to those he cares about. Cross is there to witness Killer getting his first cat, he's there to witness the three of them get into intense debates about high-level science and scribble all over a whiteboard, he's there to witness a lot of good moments. Including Nightmare bringing a Ccino for a visit to the house.

This Ccino visit is prompted by him noticing the boys haven't been by with Night lately. Nightmare assures him that they're fine, but also suggests Ccino could come by for a visit? And Ccino, friendly and optimistic Ccino, agrees. Nightmare, upon portalling them, walks a bit with Ccino. Explaining the nature of the realm and why he lives there. Ccino listens and accepts it, even if he is a little spooked. Nightmare then guides him to the mansion and shows him around. The guys are all screwing around in the kitchen, trying to make cookies with Horror. The three are excited to see Ccino and greet him. Cross, who was sitting in the corner trying nit to make things worse with the batter, was confused to find a normal Ccino visiting the domain. A part of him was angry, another was hurt, but he kept quiet. The Ccino was nice and greeted the others, then introduced himself to Cross. Cross did the same.

Ccino, at this point, officially became knowledgeable of the multiverse and unintentionally/intentionally aligned himself with Nightmare. Night seemed to be doing very well despite all the worries he'd had, and also, Ccino considers Night to be a friend. They discuss books together, play newspaper games, etc etc.

After Ccino leaves he starts getting more multiversal visitors, he can always tell, but he has his favorites.

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Hard cut, day 2 of adding to this ramble post and now I have drawn designs with extra lore!!

Nightmare and Dream's magic from the apple incident has condensed around their skulls like halos! They can't be touched nir damaged by attacks, but they do glow when either is feeding/exerting their magic.

Nightmare did his best to keep the 4th round of the mtt in top shape, but it wouldn't last forever. Dust was the first one to get a major injury, though it wasn't very prominent visually. Shortly after they got Horror, Dust was slashed in the socket by one of Ink's corrosive paints. He fought through the pain, but upon getting back to the base, Nightmare discovered Dust's state. Nightmare's first instinct was to clean the wound like he'd been taught by Ccino, then to ask if Dust could still use the magic in that eye. As it stands, he still can't reconnect to the mana there. Night fought against every instinct telling him that Dust was broken, and to get a new one, and just told him to go rest and recover. Dust has a scar on his bone and his eyelight is missing in that socket. But he's alive, which is a testament to Nightmare's improvement.

Killer lost his leg shortly after they took in Cross. It was a combative fight where Dream wouldn't let up, hunting them down to any au they moved to, not allowing them to make the supply run they'd been on (it was after a period of quiet after Cross ran and was taken in by Night. Dream + the others believe Nightmare killed him.). It was Blue who almost got a solid hit in on Dust, but Killer got in the way to block. Only, he wasn't sturdy enough and his leg-bone practically shattered when he tried to stop Blue's swing. Horror scooped Killer up, and in the wave of negativity and Dust's cursing that followed, Nightmare signaled a retreat.

Under normal circumstances, such a substantial, mobility-altering, injury would prompt Nightmare to just put a follower out of their misery and claim a new one. But. Not anymore. He had to act fast because Killer was fading in consciousness abd Nightmare was never one for major wounds like limb loss. Luckily, Horror was familiar, and him and Night managed to stop Killer's limb from dusting any further up his body. (Dust was furious with Killer for taking that hit. Horror was shocked. Nightmare regretted not taking up the rear in the first place. Cross was mortified to see Killer in such a state and was 1000% sure Night was going to off him.)

Recovery for Killer was... rocky. About 50/50 good/bad days, but he pulled through and learned to use a prosthetic. In the meantime, Cross offered to cover for Killer on runs if he was needed, a good step for Cross and for Nightmare. But, instead, Nightmare asked Cross to focus on making sure Killer didn't hurt himself while the others were out on runs. He couldn't risk revealing Cross' being alive just yet. This leads to plenty of Killer Cross bonding time, and Killer gets to tell all sorts of stories about how much the Boss has been improving. Killer knows he was the pet project, the test dummy to this 'new him'. Nightmare hasn't laid much of a finger on Horror, abd only let them spook Cross, while Killer was tossed around like a ragdoll. And now look! Night was going through the trouble of replacing his limb and nursing him back to health! For Killer it's like watching someone take their first steps. Cross realizes then that Nightmare hasn't always been like this. He used to be worse. He's taking steps on his own to improve. And for what? The sakes of Killer, Dust, and Horror?

Meanwhile, Dream has Blue and Ink, both of whom he extends his positive magic to. Even when they're in their own domains, they can spread his aura to those they interact with and call upon his power.

Unlike those two, he's also allied with Outer and Lust! Those two are from the omega timeline, and they work to help anyone fleeing from destroyed, corrupted, or otherwise uninhabitable aus. They had their own little thing going before Dream entered the picture, but when he approached them about seeing anyone from a destroyed au, they kept in contact. Now they act as a little home-base, keeping track of the battles and the conflicts and making sure the main three fighters don't work themselves into the ground. And! Because the main 3 are always out and about? If you need help with smaller tasks, Lust and Outer are on it. Lust finds it a nice distraction from his past and anxieties, and Outer does it as repayment to Dream (who saved his life from the 3rd Killer once).

Uhhh, one last note I think? Horror is the favorite child from an outsider + inside pov. Night doesn't think that way, but he is actively more careful with Horror than the others. He feels like he failed the last one (he failed all of them but y'know) and he can fix it with this one. This one doesn't understand the treatment and often resents it, but decides not to say anything lest he offset whatever kindness Nightmare is doing for the others. The others don't mind that Horror is effectively the favorite. They know Nightmare was fucked up long before they arrived, and it was just one of his many quirks.

#tauverse #sorry that this was my sidetrack haha! ig the lore of this world has been bubbling for a while and it all just appeared yesterday!

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