#this dream gave him the short end of the stick XD

[nancyheart11]

Any new dad squad stuff you’ve written lately? For the WIP game?

yeah i do! :D

remember that Dad Squad dream i told you about? ended up waiting in line and got some good stuff down to start it off

Rusl was walking with his companions, Abel a clear bundle of nerves and walking much closer to Fierce than usual, but Rusl supposed it only made sense based on the fact that the horrid metal contraptions which only their 8ft warrior would ever call ‘fun’ to fight were gathered in this area before Gannon took control and used them against the very people they were meant to protect. Some part of Rusl recoiled, remembering times of Shadow, where the cold seemed to abound and permeate his bones, no matter how high the fire was stoked, stories haltingly told by children where they thought no one would hear, of shopkeepers who vanished only for strange shadowy monsters to take their place. He shook off the gloomy thoughts and smiled at the sight of the enormous trees around, verdant plant life blooming and small wildlife darting back and forth in view, the birds singing a bright song that complimented the golden shafts of sunlight coming through ample cloud cover well. He breathed in the familiar and comforting scent of loamy earth a smile breaking out on his face at the small piece of home.

return of Rusl pov woo!!

[junkydrawr]

Snively fic. Some shit I wrote today/yesterday. Dunno if it'll be in the fic or not. Lol I really need an outline for this heap of shit story.

"Bunnie...what is that look about?"

"You ever wonder what an Overlander looks like...under all that?"

Sally's mouth was a prim line. "Not particularly."

"You ain't foolin' me, Miss Knowledge is Power." Bunnie giggled and poked Sally's arm. "Admit it."

Sally grinned. "OK. Yeah...I thought about it before."

"We could always hold 'im down, strip that stuff off him."

"Bunnie!" Sally let out a helpless laugh. "I don't think that's going to get you on his good side. Oh, what am I saying? He has no good side."

"Mmm. But if you did it - oh my, you'd definitely make a friend."

"Yuck. Don't encourage...whatever it is he thinks about me." Sally reached down and unclipped NICOLE. "Anyway, we don't need to do anything drastic. NICOLE... Can you display..." Her ears flushed. "um...anatomy of an Overlander?"

"Overlander man," Bunnie amended, her voice purring at the last word.

"Displaying, Sally."

A holograph shimmered in the air. The two girls stared at it for a long moment.

"Ah. Well, that's different," said Bunnie.

Sally let out a nervous laugh. "I understand why he wears pants now."

"And them under-thangs." Bunnie cheekily poked at the holograph's crotch. "It really ain't that much different other than like...just hanging out."

"I wouldn't know," said Sally, with a prude sniff. Bunnie poked her again.

"Don't be fibbin' me...you know all about hedgehog -"

The door creaked open.

"NICOLE, end display," Sally said quickly.

(What is with me and stripping Snively? Haha.)

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Quack therapy stuff, after Sniv's first visit

"Welcome back, Justin. Ready to begin?"

"My name isn't Justin. Or Connor," Snively hissed.

"Colin! That's what it was." Quack grinned.

"No. Not Colin. Snively."

"Hmm. But that's the name you gave at trial."

"I don't use that name. Maybe I should call you Squawk? Would you like that?"

"It's not bad. I've heard worse. Why don't you use your given name?"

"None of your business." Snively laid down on the couch and slung his arm over his face. "I don't like it. Sounds like colon. Intestines."

"I wouldn't have thought of that." The Doctor chuckled. "I would imagine it's more to do with being named after your dad."

Boom. Shots fired. Snively closed his eyes under his arm and tried to douse the wildfire that arose every time he thought of his wretched father.

"Snively isn't much of an improvement." Another chuckle. "Seems rather...demeaning?"

Not when you wrested it from your father's mouth and made it your own. Not when you turned his weapon against him.

"No. I like it. Now that you've insulted my name, how about we move on to my nose? Maybe my voice?" Snively didn't move his arm, kept his tone deadpan.

"No insult intended, lad." He heard scribbling on the pad. "I'll tell you, I've heard my share of taunts. Avian Mobians often get the short end of the stick in school. Our feathers are patchy and dull as kids. Then when we get our annual molt? Oh my."

"Yet Overlanders are the bigoted ones. While the Mobians claim to be gaily hand-in-hand, united in peace and nature." A dark laugh came from under the slung arm. "What a bloody joke."

"My kind are far from perfect. But...we try." A pause. "So, tell me, why don't you use your given name?"

"I've already told you. It sounds stupid and I like Snively. This isn't fucking poetry class. There isn't a deeper meaning to everything."

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And more Quack therapy stuff. It started out goofy but then got a lil mental. Lol. I'm sure my therapy stuff is very unrealistic. My excuse is that Quack's expertise is physical injuries not mental ones. He's trying XD

"Tell me about your typical dream."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Tell me yours."

"I usually dream about medical things. Or about my family. But this is about you."

"I sometimes dream of burning Knothole down. The village engulfed in flames. Shooting the stragglers from my hovercraft." Snively smiled, a small evil thing.

"And how do those dreams make you feel?"

"Good, of course. Until I wake up."

"Do you still have those dreams?"

Snively shrugged. Last night he'd dreamt - hazy and red-tinged. Being strapped down in Robotropolis' interrogation while Julian stood over him with a scalpel. Naugus behind him. The scalpel made of magic, glowing with black light. He'd woken, awash in sweat, right as the blade touched his skin.

"Ever have any nice dreams?"

"I just told you one. Your little village burning down."

"Mmm. Your little village now, as well."

Snively grunted at that. "My little prison," he mumbled.

"Any nice dreams not involving violence?"

He kept his face blank, but felt damnable warmth tinge his cheeks and ears. More than once, he'd had another hazy sort of dream. Ones with he and Bunnie, where they were both stripped of clothing and entangled in various ways. Now that was truly a delusion - there wasn't one joke about his 'bizarre' Overlander anatomy.

He woke up pretty sweaty after those too.

"No. Can't recall any."

The doctor gave one of his knowing smiles.

"I have a lot of dreams about Robotnik torturing me," he said, just to shake that smile off.

Quack scribbled on his pad. "Well, it's rather common to dream about abuse or your abuser."

Fuck. Why did I go there? Snively slouched into the couch cushions. He wondered if Bunnie would be flattered. She'd usurped the majority of his dirty dreams away from Sally.

"And how do you feel when you wake up from those dreams?"

"Fine. Why wouldn't I? It's just a dream."

No, he never awoken with body shakes, with nausea making him freeze in place for fear he'd vomit on his bedsheets, with his eyes wide looking for a place to hide.

Doctor Quack gave him a long look.

"They don't bother me. I know the difference between fantasy and reality. Unlike you animals, living in your silly little fairytales."

"You know it's not your fault that your uncle abused you, right?"

Snively locked his mind down tight. Not a crack. Not a fucking inch for Julian's voice to slither through, with all his accusations and endless debasing. He forced his mouth into a condescending smile. "Where do you get all this trite from, Doctor? Do you do pop quizzes on NICOLE before I walk in the door? Maybe you should stick to your specialties of ear mite and flea removal."

"Do you need flea removal?"

I might, if those dreams with Bunnie come true. Despite himself, a stupid chuckle dropped from his mouth. Quack smiled, thinking he was so funny.

"No, but I think I caught worms from one of you."

"Explains your bad mood."

"Do your children laugh at your dumb jokes?"

"Usually. But...they're pretty young." A rueful smile curved the duck's bill. "Snively, discussing your trauma is the first step to healing it."

He slouched into the cushions again. "And here we are, back to the clichéd bullshit again."

Quack flipped his pen around. Waiting. Like always.

Snively cocked his head to the side. "I'm curious. How much of my trauma have you sat discussing with your patients?" The duck frowned. "I mean - how many people who were traumatized by me, Doctor? Did the poor little fleabags cry and blubber about the torments they endured? But then you gave them an inspiring quote and a lolli and all was well with the world."

Melinda's face flashed through his mind. Maybe she had been here. Who knew?

Quack flipped through his notes and then wrote on his pad for a long while. Long enough for Snively to become disappointed. He wanted anger. He wanted to be thrown out of here.

"What are you writing?" Snively tried to look.

"Mmm. Just noting how you typically respond to uncomfortable questions."

"What uncomfortable questions? They've been boring at the most."

Quack smiled. Then he pushed the notepad towards Snively.

Snively leaned forward, scanning the crooked but mostly legible script.

Patient frequently tries to shift conversation when uncomfortable question is asked. Typical tactics are insults or comments about his past actions (cruel). Patient is trying to insitigate the questioner to either A: attack verbally or physically B: shut down and end questions.

Snively's muscles went stiff - despite him demanding they stay lax. With effort, he forced himself to slouch back into the couch. "I'm afraid I can't read your chickenscratch. Or is it duckscratch..?"

The doctor picked up his pen and wrote, while speaking aloud: "Patient would rather endure the familiar - verbal or physical abuse... Or rejection - than to have to self reflect."

The small man curled his lip. "Just more horseshit. Bullshit. Feces of every animal on this blasted planet."

"Is it?"

"Why would I want you to physically attack me?" Snively sneered. "Oh yes, please break my fingers, Doc. Here they are." He placed his hand on the desk.

"It's a distraction. I attack you - the questions end. Do you actually want to be beaten up? Probably not. Though deep inside you may feel you deserve it."

"Do you think I deserve it?" Snively locked his eyes on the doctor, watched him close.

"I wouldn't think harming you really changes anything, Snively."

"That's not what I asked. Do you think I deserve it?"

He focused on the beak. The eyes. Every wrinkle. Every micro-motion. Quack flipped his pen, stared off at the wall for a while. "No. I don't."

"Fucking bullshit!" Snively stood up, his fists clenching at his sides, his frame trembling with the onslaught of adrenaline. "I'm supposed to answer your uncomfortable questions, supposed to bare myself - and yet you can lie right to my bloody face?!"

"We aren't here for what I feel, lad."

"I'm not here for anything!" His voice rose to a shout. "I'm here because Miss Priss is forcing me to be! Because as I said before - she thinks it's a torment for me! And she's right! I can't stand this fucking swill, this garbage, this stupid...this nonsense!" He snatched Quack's notebook and hurled it. The duck quickly grabbed NICOLE before Snively could lay his hand on her.

He pushed his cup of pens towards Snively. "You can throw this."

Snively grabbed it and hurtled it into the wall. The ceramic smashed, writing utensils went flying.

"This too!" Quack pushed a stack of books across, the Overlander medical guide on top. Snively gripped that too, his breath coming in pants, and then he froze. Because Quack's eyes were sparkling. Because the feathered freak was...was chuckling?

"Why are you laughing?" He screamed.

"Nevermind!" Quack said. "Throw it!"

Snively grabbed the medical guide. Flung it directly at the potted plant in the corner. Soil and clay pottery imploded - the hapless plant collapsed into the wreckage. The next book went into the wall. He screamed. The next into the door. The next he whipped to the floor, a shrill shriek whistling from him and then he was out of things to throw.

He kicked the book across the room. Staggered over to the wall and punched the painting of the flower bouquet. The glass spiderwebbed under his knuckles as he punched, again and again, blood smearing across his skin. Another long scream, dying out in a moan.

He swore he heard the Head Medibot. Its passionless voice. Sir, you are having a panic attack.

Bloody hell. Get control. Get control!

He couldn't breathe.

He bent over, clawing his nails into his scalp, while wrath and rage pinpricked his entire body. Stabbing him full of holes and then wafting away to leave him empty. He tried to clutch it.

Please. Don't leave me.

Trembling and weak, he fell back to the couch while sucking air in frantic gasps. Up like a stampede of ants came a line of choked sobs. He put his fist to his mouth and bit down hard, hard enough to taste the tang of copper.

Please, when you leave - all I have left-

He couldn't stop them. Terrible nosies - dying noises - filtered around his assaulting teeth and his chest quivered like an earthquake. Rain down his cheeks the tempest.

- is this.

-

Gradually, he came back to himself. No cold Medibots surrounding, offering cherry gelatin and beautiful silver needles, tips beaded with the surrender of sweet sedative. Painkiller as potent as the kiss of Morpheus.

No, instead, he got a duck in a lab coat, twiddling a pen between his yellow fingers.

Humiliation drowned him. He put his head back into his hands, eyes scratchy and raw. He wanted to stand up and creep out of the office just like that. Never come back.

He heard a faint clatter as Quack fumbled the pen.

"Need a tissue, lad?"

"No," Snively mumbled. Even though he could feel the snot running over his lips. He lifted a portion of his vest and wiped his nose with it.

His knuckles stung. Speaking irritated his throat and he muffled a coughing fit into the vest. They hadn't been as frequent here as they used to be in the city, he thought, trying to redirect his mind to something banal.

"Come on, lad," the doctor said. "Come with me."

Snively watched him stand and exit the office. For several minutes, he numbly eyed the doorway. He was alone here. But all around was evidence of his embarrassing weakness. Broken glass, scattered pens, dirt.

And the doctor would come back for him if he didn't move.

The glass twinkled. A wink, a promise. Pick me up and use me, and never feel a thing again.

He turned a hand, knuckles beaded with blood, to examine his wrist. Blue veins clear and tempting just below the surface.

He dismissed the sparkling shards. I'm in a clinic. I would never have time to bleed out.

He stood and crunched over the glass, heading out into the medical ward. The doctor stood at one of the curtained partitions. Nurse Bessie swiveled in her chair and stared with raised eyebrows. No doubt she'd heard him pitching a fit. He averted his eyes, fleeing for the privacy of the curtain.

Quack gestured towards a chair. "Sit. Let's take care of those hands."

The human examined the wall as Quack tweezed a few bits of glass away, then dabbed at the slices with antiseptic. He sucked in a breath at the sting. A few bandages later and the duck sat back with a smile.

"There. Do you feel better?"

A shrug.

"I suppose we'll call it quits for today...?"

A nod. Snively flitted his eyes up, lip bitten. "What...what about the...mess?"

"Oh, I got it. You go on now, lad."

[covenofwives]

Old Friends

Despite how fond DreamXD has grown for the mortal life, he still returns to the Godly Realm every once in a while to visit his other sibling, and catch up with an old "friend". Things take a turn when DreamXD decides to show this friend exactly what the mortals have taught them.

Small disclaimer: I apologise for just a small mention of Distra and nothing else from her. I don't fully know her boundaries or if she's comfortable with people putting her/her character in fics. If she's said anywhere she's not, pls tell me so I can delete/edit this.

Has anyone else written about GeorgeHD? I feel like there's missed opportunities for this. I've searched in the tags for them but found nothing.

(pls see the end of the fic for some notes)

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There used to be a time when DreamXD was hardly in the mortal realm. They’d check in every now and then since they took it upon themselves to be the protector of the world but they tried to keep distant as possible. Attachments meant unfair judgement and XD wanted to keep themselves as a neutral God. But, in complete fairness, they could never be completely neutral. Dream, their more mortal brother, founded and lived on the SMP which meant XD would always have a tie to it. In their failed attempt to keep distant, they had grown close to George as well; Dream’s best friend.

XD had made attachments even to the other members of the SMP though they only had a few interactions. XD had broken their promise, and as such was spending more time on the mortal realm to be close to the ones they cared for.

But as much as XD wanted to spend time with his friends, he had leave. He gave himself a time limit, something to ground him and remind him that while he loved these people, he had to keep neutral. He’d spent almost up to two months on the mortal realm watching the people on the SMP and spending time with his brother and friend, and then he’d take a half month away, and walk in the land of the Gods.

The realm of Gods was an indescribable place that could morph and shift to a small thought, never having a set perception. There were many powerful beings here, greater and lesser Gods alike, but the realm was endless and gave more than enough space. As such there were very few conflicts.

DreamXD did always like coming into the realm even though his time here was growing less and less. While being amongst the mortals was nice, as soon as they stepped into the beyond it was like taking a breath of pure fresh air. XD always felt invigorated and energised walking through the shifting surroundings.

One of the biggest reasons for XD visit, was to visit his youngest sibling, Drista. Unlike Dream, who chose to live with the mortals, Drista wanted to lean in more to her Godly powers, so she still lived in the Gods realm. She’d sometimes visit and make friends with the mortals, and DreamXD always tried to visit her as much as he could. XD adored visiting her, but time with her was always short. Drista was always excited to see him but then she’d be zipping away like a rocket to the next exciting thing, and XD carried on his wanderings.

There weren’t many others XD would visit. If they passed another God they would greet them but never staying long enough to chat. XD never made a connection to the others here outside his family, but there was always one he would find himself wandering to every time he visited.

DreamXD wandered further until the field they walked through faded and the world became a blanket of dark blue. They kept walking forward, not put off by the growing darkness until reaching a spot where the darkness was broken up by an ocean of tiny stars. The wide expanse of the night sky seemed endless and lonesome, but XD could see their target not far ahead.

They lay in a heap of soft, dark blue blankets and pillows, completely engulfing them. The only part XD could see of them was a stay leg sticking out from the blankets, and a small tuft of their fluffy brown hair under one of the pillows. When XD approached, they heard the soft snores and felt a moment of pre-emptive guilt before nudging into the lump of blankets with their foot.

“Get up.” DreamXD spoke, pushing away the blankets and some of the pillows covering the other God. “I came to visit.”

A very unappreciative groan came up from the blankets and then the heap of soft pillows moved, breaking away as the figure pushed themselves up. The dark blue night sky and endless stars slowly faded, overtaken by a soft pink and orange glow.

“Oh good…” They grumbled, in a voice that did not sound like it was good at all. “My day just isn’t complete without your gracious visits.”

The last of the blankets was kicked away, revealing more of a mess of blue robes tangled around the figure. Their thick brown hair was more ruffled with their bed head. Their white goggles were hanging lopsided, not enough to show their eyes though and the God quickly fixed them as they sat up.

GeorgeHD was the near spitting image of his named counterpart; so it was very strange to XD that neither of them seemed to know of the other’s existence. When XD had first met George, they’d asked him if he had any siblings, or some relation still alive, but George denied it. They tried to ask the same question to HD, but the God responded with a “nope” and the conversation was over.

HD stretched himself up, raising his arms over his head as his back popped with a satisfying groan. There were dark red circled under his goggles, a sign of oversleeping which XD always found odd that Gods could suffer from such a thing.

“How long have you been asleep for?” XD asked, and watched as white ethereal hands began to appeared around HD.

As XD had four arms, HD’s extra limbs were ghostly white hands that appeared for GeorgeHD’s whims. XD had only ever seen the hands preen or groom HD, or give him extra help when the God was too lazy to do it himself. They seemed to be made for comfort to HD rather than giving him any powers.

The hands unfolded and fixed the God’s robes and tried to get some order to the hair before disappearing, realising it was a lost cause to try and fix that birds nest of hair.

“Hmm…” HD hummed, his thoughts sounding far away as he brought a hand up to rub under his glasses. “When did you last visit?”

XD frowned. That had been near 3 months ago.

“Don’t you think you’re sleeping too much?”

XD knew it was a mistake to approach the topic by the look on HD’s face. His lips curled up into a near snarl as he spoke. “Aren’t you spending too much time in the mortal world?” GeorgeHD mocked, as though doing a bad mimic of XD’s voice. “You can’t judge my sleep patterns when you’re not even here!”

It was a mistake to argue with them, but XD felt a protective defence well up in his chest. “I’m protector of the world. It is my job to be there and guard them.”

“You’re the protector of the End.” HD corrected annoyingly and lounged back over to the pillows and blankets that the ethereal hands had quickly made up for them. “Just because your brother is with the mortals doesn’t make you the protector.”

XD felt the fight rise in them, but they let it go. A fight with HD wasn’t worth it. How two people could look so similar and yet elicit such different feelings in XD baffled them.

George was cocky, sassy and a brat. He radiated a feral energy and kept up an air of royal detachment; but there was a deep kindness in him. It was only for his closest of friends, but he was caring and soft to those he cared for. George was a terror, but he was kind. GeorgeHD was nothing like that.

He was every bit as sassy and bratty, but he had the godly powers to take it further and suffer no guilt or consequences. He didn’t need or seem to want to form connections. There was no sweet closeness to HD or if there was it was at a level XD was not at yet. And XD was pretty sure he was the only “friend” GeorgeHD had. He was pretty sure he was the only one who ever spoke to HD.

The clam orange glow around the Gods faded off to a pale blue the more awake HD came, though XD could see the edges of the blue starting to darken and shimmer with stars.

“Don’t fall asleep again.”

“I’m not asleep!” HD snapped. “And even if I was, what business is it of yours?”

“You sleep too much.” XD felt they shouldn’t have to point it out. They tentatively sat down by the blankets and pillows, close to HD but still giving him space. HD shot him a look, but he never said anything about how close they were.

“Oooh, someone cares now~” HD brought on his high taunting voice. He raised his head and slowly grinned, showing his fangs. They were much smaller than XD’s but no less vicious looking. “Are you all soft now? Spending time with the mortals made you all soft? Are you going to ask me to cuddle next?!”

“Forget I said anything.” XD grumbled.

“Yes, maybe I will.” HD lay back into the pillows and blankets. One of the white hands appeared again, preening over his hair before disappearing. “Why do you give so much care to my health all of a sudden?”

Because you look like him. XD thought, but they wouldn’t say it out loud. XD was convinced George and GeorgeHD must have some connection. If they weren’t related did that mean mortals just had a Godly counterpart? Was Dream and DreamXD just lucky to be related? Would their be some Godly version of Sapnap out there somewhere? Did a mortal Foolish exist somewhere in the world?

DreamXD and Dream looked similar because they were brothers. There was no way GeorgeHD and George just happened to have the same…everything! Their hair colour, the shape of their face, even their name for nether sake! The only slight differences were their bodies and even then it was slight tweaks.

GeorgeHD was taller, their cheeks were a darker red; while George always had a light blush from his sleep, HD’s looked more darkly and sickly. One of the key points that XD was sure they must be connected was even HD had the white sunglasses but instead of the blacked out glass, HD’s held static, like switching to a wrong television station.

They also weren’t always…in focus. Sometimes, if XD was paying attention, they could see parts of HD shudder, breaking away and then coming back like nothing happened. It would never be a huge spot and it never seemed to bother HD.

“I should be asking about your health.” HD scoffed, pulling XD from their thoughts. “You spend so much time in the mortal realm now, I’m surprised you’ve still got your powers.”

“You should try going there, sometime.”

HD scoffed and even XD cringed to the idea. Probably wasn’t the best idea to send a bratty all-powerful God to a plane of mortals. They’d probably smite anyone just for looking at them wrong. The only thing probably saving the mortals from HD’s wrath was because they found the mortal realm boring and dull.

“As if I would ever.” HD yawned, and gave another stretch. The pale blue was being broken up by a few soft white clouds floating around. A few were gathering around XD’s ankles and they gave them a slow kick.

“You might like it.” XD mumbled, moving his leg through another cloud. You might meet someone related to you.

“Of course I wouldn’t!” HD seemed offended by the very idea, lifting his head up slightly. “What could they possibly have that I couldn’t get or do here?” His voice had more venom now. “What wonders have your little pets shown you that you haven’t ever experienced before?”

A coil of anger tightened in XD’s chest, making them growl. “They’re not pets…”

“They’re certainly not equals! Even if one of them is your brother, they’re beneath us! Either you’ve got a soft spot for mortals or you just like going there because you want to feel like the most important and powerful one among them.”

It took everything XD had not to raise his hand and smack HD right there. XD always considered himself calm and collected but HD always had some way of just getting under his skin and pushing all his buttons. He always left, angrily mumbling to himself he’d never come back, and yet XD always found his way back again.

Just as XD was starting to consider leaving, HD’s words replayed in his head again. “What wonders have your little pets shown you that you haven’t ever experienced before?”

A slow grin pulled at XD’s lips. Another thing that came from spending time with the mortal world was they were keeping their mask up more to show their expression. Quickly as they could, XD pulled back his grin and kept their voice calm as they could when they spoke again. “Actually,” XD swallowed back his giggle. “They have shown me something new.”

“Oh yeah?” HD responded but they sounded disinterested. They were already lounged back onto their pillows, one of the ethereal hands playing with a strand of their hair.

“Yes.” XD nodded, keeping as calm as they could. “They actually surprised me.”

Something in that caught HD’s attention. XD saw them raise their head slightly from the corner of his eye, giving XD a look over. There was a long moment of silence, XD waiting patiently until HD’s curiosity got them.

“How?”

XD held back their laughter, giving a cool look over to HD. “Oh, you’re curious what the mortals can do?”

HD gave a grimace. “No!” They snapped. XD could have sworn the red under their eyes started to glow a pink. “I’m just… I want to know what surprised you so much.”

XD had them. They sat up straight, keeping their voice level. “Do you want me to show you?”

They could see HD trying to work it out in their head. They sounded hesitant. “I’m not going there…”

“You don’t have to,” XD quickly said. “They showed me how to do it.”

HD’s expression twisted with their thoughts before they pushed themself up straight as well. “Yes! What’s do these mortals have that’s so great?”

XD had to wait a moment to hold back their laugher. They had him. HD was almost pouting with his intense look. XD too  a moment to control themselves and shuffled to face HD. He had to control his voice to keep himself from giggling as he spoke.

“Put your arms out to your side.”

HD actually recoiled from the request. “Wh-What?”

“Put your arms out.” XD nodded to the God’s arms, which were now curling around himself as a sort of defence mechanism. “It’s part of it.”

HD looked like he wanted to back out, but his pride at getting this far wouldn’t let him. He gave a pouty huff  before slowly raising his arms out to his side. “Oh what is this? Are they so weak that holding their arms out is a challenge?”

“The challenge is to keep your arms out.” XD shuffled closer which HD was clearly not expecting. XD could see they wanted to shrink away but their pride stubbornly kept them up. XD felt a small pang of sympathy and and made the offer. “If you want to back out, you can.”

“No!” HD snapped. “I can do it!”

“Alright.” XD shrugged.

“W-What do they even do?” HD’s tried to hide the quiver in their voice and XD felt a moment of feeling bad before excitement took over.

“This!”

XD jumped forward and HD squealed. The smaller God was already pulling their arms down before XD even touched them but they were too slow. XD’s hands were already in HD’s armpits, kneading his thumbs into the hollows.

It was a gamble to take, unsure if HD was even ticklish or not, but to XD’s utter delight HD snapped his arms to their arms to their side, and a stream of cackles fell from his lips.

“N-NAHA-! WH-Whahahat ahahare yohohohou doho-OHOHOHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! STOHOHOHOP!!! WHAHAHAHAT IHIHIS THIHIHIS!!! G-GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOUT OHOHOF THEHEHERE!”

HD struggled, shaking from side to side as XD’s hand kept latched onto his armpits and ribs. XD worked down, slipping from the God’s armpits to knead down his ribs, turning HD’s cackles into high pitched squeals.

“WHAHAHAT AHAHAHARE YOHOHOHOU DOHOHOHOING!!!”

“They call this tickling!” XD responded gleefully. HD tried and failed to get away, but all that did was tangle him up in the blankets and his own robes as he fell back. XD followed, leaning over the tangled mess of struggling limbs as he scribbled up and down HD’s ribs. “Interesting isn’t it?”

“Stohohohop!” HD kicked and flailed his arms. Without needing to protect his underarms anymore he went mad with his arms, trying to grab hold of XD’s wrists and bat his hands away. “Gehehet ahahahaway!”

The colours around the two God sparkled like fireworks. Reds would spike before fizzling out into a warm orange and yellow. XD kept note of the colours around them as he carried on.

“Oh but there’s more to show you!” XD’s voice jumped in excitement. “If you laugh when someone tickles you, it means you’re ticklish!”

“F-Fuhuhuhuhuck ohoho-OHOHOHOFF!!!” HD brought their leg up to kick, with XD just avoiding it.

“And people are ticklish in different ways! For example, you’re absolutely screaming being tickled here on your ribs. But what are you like being tickled here?”

XD lowered their hands, squeezing and vibrating over HD’s sides. The laughter died down, but the disappointment of HD not having ticklish sides didn’t stay for long as HD jumped, not exactly laughing but they gave out high pitched squeaks and giggles every few pinches.

“S-St-OHO-op i-IHI-it!” HD made an attempt to turn on his side. He just about managed it but XD’s hand were stuck on him like they were glued. They found HD was most ticklish on the middle of his sides and focused their kneading and vibrating his fingers into the spot. Their grin widened as HD threw his head back in squeaky laughter.

“STHAHAHAP! K-KehehEHEp yohohour hahahahAHANDS OHOHOHOFF M-Mehehehe!”

“Look how much you’re smiling though!” XD cooed. They crowded over HD, bringing his head down closer to HD’s. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this much! In fact I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh!”

HD’s face was red, not like their usual sickly red but it was glowing with a soft pink colour. Their lips pulled back into a wide smile as their arms were fighting between trying to fight XD off or hide his face.

Just like George. XD thought fondly.

“Yohohohohour mahahahaking me-EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!”

XD drilled his thumbs into HD’s side, pressing in on their most sensitive spot and watching the smaller Gods body spasm like they were shocked with electricity. HD squealed, kicking his legs out and XD was too focused with tickling and watching HD’s expression that he could dodge it in time.

XD was kicked back, landing just over the edge of the blankets and pillows with a thud and quick groan. The kick didn’t hurt much. It was just more in surprise than anything.

HD tried to use his freedom to push himself up, but his arms were shaking and he was still giggling, moving too slowly.

“Oh no you don’t!” XD growled. They crawled up, grabbing the back of HD’s robes and giggling as the God yelped. HD was pulled back onto XD’s lap. Before they could try and escape XD crossed their legs over HD’s waist.

“NO!” HD shrieked like their very life depended on it. Their hands went to XD’s legs, clawing at the limbs like a trapped animal but that was quickly ended when XD grabbed their wrists and pulled them up by their head. “NO! GE-ehet yohour hands ohoff me!”

“Aw but you were loving it!” XD cooed and watched with delight as the God’s ears started to turn red. “You were laughing and everything!”

“Yohou were making me lahaugh! That doesn’t count!”

“You’re still so giggly too! You can’t wait to laugh again!” XD pointed out. HD tried pulling at their wrists, but XD wasn’t budging. The blonde God gave a wide grin as they unfolded their extra arms out from their robe. When they touched over HD’s sides again, the smaller God squealed.

“NONOnonono!”

“It’s very fortunate I have the perfect amount of arms for tickling!” XD spoke gleefully, giving a squeeze over HD’s wrists. “I get to keep these pesky things out the way and still give you all the tickles with these!” He drummed his fingers up HD’s side, making them giggle.

“N-Nohoho!” HD pushed himself as far back as he could go into XD’s chest as XD stilled his fingers again. “D-Don’t! I’ll never speak to you again! I swear it!”

“You never speak to me anyway, it’s always me speaking to you.” XD gave a half scoff. “Besides you’ve not even tried to stop me.”

“I hahave!”

“No you’ve not.” XD’s voice went soft. “You could easily get out of this. Your little helper hands could have stopped me at any time, but you don’t let them.”

HD opened their mouth to speak, but it closed when they realise they had no argument against that. Their cheeks burned, their whole face turning red. XD felt them pull on their arms, trying to hide but without their hands to do so, they scrunched their neck and tired to hide in the robes bundled up around their shoulders.

XD felt soft watching them. It was so easy to see the comparisons between them and George, but before XD was lost in that thought they got to work. His lower set of hands beginning to spider and scribble up and down HD’s sides and ribs, occasionally raising higher to tickle into his armpits but never staying for long.

XD watched as the laughter literally rose up HD, starting as a shudder from a surprised yelp and giggle before climbing up his chest and bursting out into full blown laughter.

“EHEHehex Dehehehe!!! S-Stohohohop! NOHOHOHOHO!!!”

HD arched their back, wiggling as much as they could from side to side but it was like XD’s hands were attached to him, never leaving or letting up for a moment.

XD tried to map every squeak and laugh HD made, finding out if he was more ticklish on his ribs or side. How he reacted to XD kneading over his ribs compared to softly tickling in the divots. They’d already memorised the spots on his sides, where if XD pressed in just right he could make HD squeak and giggle.

“S-Stohohohop thihihihis! STOHOHOHOHOP!” HD tried burying his head back into his robes, but when that didn’t hide him enough he pushed back to XD’s chest again, turning his head to hide in the crook of XD’s neck. The blonde God’s skin started to tickle just from HD laughing into their neck.

“Ihihihihi cahahahan’t tahahake ihihihit! Stohohohop!”

XD slowed down his tickling more in surprise than any concern. He knew HD was fine. The God had near the same stamina as XD, and the colours swirling around them were still mixes of warm orange, with a hint of blue now blanketing over the top of them. All soft and comforting.

“Awww, does HD want to admit defeat?” XD cooed, watching the words hit a nerve into HD’s brain. Their ears twitched and body jumped, like something tasered into their spine. “Is the mortal game too hard for you?”

HD made a soft whine, still pressed into XD’s neck to hide and XD had to hold back his giggling. HD’s breath was tickling him.

“N-Nohoho… T-Thehere’s n-nohohoho wahahay thehehey dohoho thihihis!” HD almost sounded like he was pouting.

“Oh believe me they do. It’s a game between friends, and it helps bring them close together.” XD’s tickling had lessened to light kneading along the deity’s ribs. The orange glow surround the two had lessened, less of a warm orange and more pale, like a sunrise more than a sunset. It made everything look very soft and set a warm feeling in XD’s chest.

“You know you can tickle people in different ways.” XD’s voice dropped, low, quiet and soft as if he was talking to a timid animal. “I’m tickling you with my fingers now, but I can use my nails and you could have a totally different reaction.”

“W-Whahat? Yohohour n-nahahails?!”

XD had already positioned his hands down, at the end of HD’s sides were they met his hips.  HD were in layers of robes, probably couldn’t even feel anything until XD pressed in, feeling the tips of their claws press into HD’s sides. That’s when HD jumped.

“N-NAha! Ehex Dehe! D-Dohon’t- S-Stohop!!!”

XD slowly grinned, feeling mean for taunting but when HD was making it so easy for them, they couldn’t not take it. “Don’t stop? Well if you insist HD…”

“Whahat?! Wahait! N-nO! Ehex Dehe!”

XD started running their nails up and down HD’s sides, stopping just under his ribs and then trailing back down. The smaller God jumped and shuddered like electricity was running through him, laughter squealing out of him. “N-NAHAhaha! Ehehehehex Dehehehehe! N-Nohohoho! Th-Thahahahahat sohohohohoho muhuhuhuch wohohohohohohohorse!!!”

XD smiled though he felt a pang of disappointment. When George had nails running over him, he’d giggle and melt into it. GeorgeHD was jumping like a fish out of water, squealing and kicking his legs.

“Awww, but you asked me not to stop.” XD cooed.

“Y-Yohohohou knohohohow whahahahat I meheheant!” HD shook his head into XD’s neck. “S-Stahahaha-! Hohow-Hohohohow lohohohong dohoho thehehehey dohoho thihihihis fohohor?!”

There was an idea XD stored for later. Offer a contest to Dream and George and see who could last the longest. They kept that thought in the back of their mind, focusing now on the God in front of them.

“You’re doing well for your first time being tickled.” XD praised. He slowed his nails down, coming to a stop at HD’s ribs and went back to softly kneading. The laughter died down to light giggling and they nuzzled into XD’s neck. The taller God chuckled. “I think you like your ribs being tickled…”

The nuzzling stilled before quickly turning into head shakes. “N-Nohoho! I dohohon’t…”

XD felt his own cheeks heat and was more thankful for his mask than ever before. GeorgeHD was never this cute or soft before. XD had only known him to speak in cold words, and now he was giggling into XD’s skin and making the cutest little squeaks.

Maybe that’s why XD felt a small pang of sympathy and his tickling died down to a stop. “Well, there is one more thing to try…” XD offered, immediately catching the other God’s attention. HD sighed softly, coming down from their giggles while pulling themselves back to try and regain some composure.

“We have one more to do, and if you can last it, you’ll have lasted much longer than the mortals.” XD continued, laying into HD’s pride in hoping he would take the bait. Surprisingly, HD seemed unsure. Instead of a snapped comeback, they were hesitating, lips pursed in thought and eyes wandering down to XD’s hands still hovering over their ribs. XD pulled their hands away, giving HD a moments peace to think. Their hands holding over HD’s wrists loosened as well.

“You don’t have to, though.” XD reminded them. “You can stop here.”

“No!” HD snapped with some of his sass that XD was used to. “I-I can do it! If they can last it then I can.”

DreamXD felt the urge to praise HD, but they knew the God wouldn’t accept it. They already felt luckily HD was letting them get away with so much. By now HD would have sent them away, or simply fallen back asleep.

“You’d be better lying down for this one.” XD explained. He untangled himself from HD, and smiling as the brunette God moved to follow XD suggestion.

HD lay back over their nest of blankets and pillows, taking in the small rest while they had it as XD carried on. “This one is one of the hardest to withstand. If you say stop this time, I will.”

HD gave a worried look, masking it as a huff. “Whatever. J-Just do it…”

XD resisted the urge to coo over GeorgeHD’s tough act. They could switch back to their sassy quips so quickly despite how giggly and desperate they were just moments ago.

“You ready?” XD asked, shuffling himself to sit by HD’s waist. Even with those static goggles covering his eyes the taller God could tell their eyes were following him.

“Y-Yehes…”

XD moved quickly, pulling up the robes of HD’s tunic that was tucked into their belt, revealing a soft pale stomach. HD squealed, his hands suddenly coming to XD’s arms but it was too late when XD took in a deep breath and pressed the longest raspberry he could at the top of HD’s stomach.

“WHAHAHAEHEHEHEHEHE!!!” HD squealed, his laughter mixing with his surprised babbling as he tried to curl up and protect himself. He couldn’t cover his tummy though as XD’s head was perfectly positioned to block him. “EHEHEHEHEX DEHEHEHEHE!!!”

The blonde God grinned before taking in another breath, blowing another raspberry but this time lower and shaking their head so the vibrations tickled more.

“N-NAHAHAHAHAH! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! W-Whahaha!”

HD kicked his legs in his struggle, wiggling and turning on his side. Anything to dislodge XD for a small second of relief. They couldn’t push the other God of them, but they could just managed to turn on their side, curling and protecting their stomach. It worked for a moment, but proved to be so much worse when XD just pressed their lips to HD’s side, and blew another raspberry.

“WHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NAHAHAHA! EHEHEHEEHEX DEHEHEHEHE!!!”

HD stretched out with their kicking. One of their fists battered on the ground while the other was pushing at XD’s head but doing nothing to stop the second raspberry blown into their side. They squealed again, shaking with laughter and babbling out pleas. XD waited for the word ‘stop’, listening out for anything even slightly sounding like it but the God never said it.

With a cruel grin, XD decided HD had earned the next level.

They stopped blowing raspberries, letting HD calm down for a moment before slowly opening their mouth. The could feel their fangs growing, getting to a decent size before they went in again to nibble over the soft skin instead. They could feel HD jump underneath, shaking with new laughter but to XD’s complete surprise, it was softer than the raspberry laughs had been.

“E-Eh-Ehehehehex Dehehehehe! Whehehe-! H-Hohohohow cahahan yohohour fahahangs ti-tihihihickle!!!”

HD curled up only slightly, and the hand that had been pushing against XD’s head was now still, resting over the blonde locks of hair. The laughter fell to small giggle and XD panicked for a moment he’d pushed HD too far with laughter, but he gave a glance up to HD’s face and it wasn’t in the screams of silent laughter. The God was softly smiling, giggling gleefully into his arm.

XD was almost stunned in shock. No-one has ever lasted their nibbles.

“Ehehehehex Dehehehehe!”

DreamXD pulled themselves back slightly. The shock had gave way to a warm bubbling feeling and they grinned down as HD was just calming down from their giggles.

“I think you like my nibbling, HD.” XD almost purred. “You’re the first one who’s ever been able to stand my fangs.”

The smaller God curled up tighter, giggling into their arms. “N-Nohoho… ihihit…mmm.” Their words fell into a slow slur as the colours in the room started to dim. The vibrant sparkle of reds and oranges faded to a deep red and orange fading into a dark blue.

XD saw the little sparkle of stars on the dark blue edge and gave a fond chuckle as they rubbed over HD’s side. “Tired?”

GeorgeHD gave a small moan of agreement. He stretched himself out and muffled into his arm. “Always tired…”

“I think you’re a little more tired.” XD teased and HD gave a small snort.

The pile of blankets and pillows were in a mess from HD’s struggling and kicking. While he had no obligation to help, XD felt the mess was partly in his fault. He gently spilled his arm under the brunette and pulled them up to his chest, getting a whine in response.

“Calm down.” XD soothed. “I’m trying to help you, hold on.”

XD shuffled HD into their left arms, hugging the smaller God close into their chest as his right side of arms were pulling up the blankets and setting the pillows right.

“Stop moving…” HD mumbled. He sounded nearly half asleep and XD huffed.

“I’m doing this for you.” He pointed out, fluffing up one of the pillows. “Where’s your little hands now to help? They should be doing this.”

HD hummed something but quietened down, letting XD get back to work. When the nest of softness was set right, XD looked back down to HD. They were pressed into XD’s neck, breathing slowly and almost asleep.

“You can sleep now.” XD spoke softly and lowered HD down to the blankets. While he expected the brunette God to fall asleep instantly, they actually whined.

“What?” XD managed to get HD onto the blankets. “Your bed is fine now. You can-”

HD’s hand gripped on to XD’s robe. He tugged the blonde God down, pulling them into the blankets and pillows. XD was so surprised as HD’s softness that they just let themselves be lead, laying beside the other God as HD shuffled closer and cuddled up into XD’s chest.

The words to refuse were on XD’s tongue. They had more than enough strength to push themselves up again, but something stopped XD. They felt like if they dared to move or disturb HD from his comfortable cuddle, it would be like committing a terrible sin.

Instead of getting up, XD just slowly curled his arms around HD. “I can’t stay for long.” The taller God mumbled. Even despite his reasoning he can feel the tiredness wash over him as the colours around them faded out to the dark blue, and the night sky lit up above the two with a thousand stars. “And I’m not sleeping the whole time here. This is just a nap.”

GeorgeHD mumbled out something in response, but as far as XD could tell it was nonsense. The smaller God was already asleep, curled up into XD’s chest as one of his hands was up by XD’s shoulder, his fingers curling around one strand of XD’s hair.

With the playing on his hair and the warmth pressed up against his chest it didn’t take long for XD to fall asleep. Part of him wanted to be awake in his moment, amazed that the prickly God was being so soft and cute with him. This felt like a once in a lifetime moment.

But XD was lulled to sleep, fading off to the sound of HD’s gentle snores, and his own purrs which started to rumble from his chest.

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It's very obvious GeorgeHD's mood is reflected in the colours but i just wanted to put a guide to clear up anything.

Dark/Night Sky = Sleepy or sleeping

Orange = Comfortable

Red/Bright orange and yellows = Excitement

Pink = Fondness

Blue = Trusting/Secure

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

gods and the mortals they worship

A/N: honestly this idea started out due to the fact that scott and jack are gonna be housemates, and a friend and i were like "haha what if c!scott moved into Innit Hotel with jack" which turned into "haha what if c!scott was the god of mcc but he just seemed like a Dude to everyone else" which made my brain go brrr and think "haha what if god!scott and goddess!kristin met for tea" and then this fic happened. it got much angstier than i intended it to whoops

Warnings: implied/referenced temporary character death, grief/mourning, hugs, emotional hurt/comfort

Summary: Kristin, the goddess of death. Scott, the god of champions. Two deities that at first glance, have nothing to do with the other. But all the same, the two deities are close friends, meeting for tea and talking about the mortals they adore. However, some conversations painfully remind them of the mortality of their loved ones.

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Kristin rather enjoyed it when a fellow deity joined her for tea. Not many would, XD was a little wary of her, being her opposite in a sense. And his sister Drista visited her often enough, but the young goddess was a bit on the rambunctious side, which was expected for the trickster. But the deity's whose visits pleased her the most were Scott's. The god of champions was always lovely to chat with, and she looked forward to each event he organized- always rooting for her husband's team, of course.

They met for tea weekly, but this visit... something seemed off about Scott. He seemed cheery enough, talking about how he had recently moved into the Innit Hotel with Jack and the other servers he was drifting between. But there was a melancholy expression on his face for a brief moment as he traced the flower pattern on his teacup, and a lost, faraway expression would come over his face from time to time. These were expressions Kristin recognized all too well- grief. She saw it in the faces of many mortals when she called their loved ones to her side- and it was unnerving to say the least to see such an expression on a god's face.

"Who are you mourning?" she asked, startling Scott slightly. The god's ever color-shifting eyes refused to meet her.

"The loss of my mcc team, of course," Scott countered with a half-hearted smirk. Kristin gave him an expression of disbelief, and the smirk melted away to something more downcast as he fiddled with something on a chain around his neck. A ring.

"Oh Scott," she said softly.

"Tried the married life thing. It was nice, for a bit. But it was a modified hardcore world, and it didn't end well. For him... or for me," Scott said, hand drifting to his throat with a grimace. Kristin set down her tea, placing a comforting hand on Scott's shoulder. Scott had a unique position as a god- he was one of the few who felt the sting of death. As he willingly lived among mortals most of the time, his godly power had to be diminished to do so. Which meant he could die- but it would never truly stick for him. Granted, death didn't really stick for most of the crowd he stuck around with. They would be reborn into other servers, maybe retaining impressions of the ones before- but Scott was the only one who truly remembered each server he had been on.

"I'm so sorry. Is he..." Kristin trailed off, unsure if she wanted to know if Scott's husband had been reborn into a different server.

"He's on another server with me now. Empires SMP. Calls himself the Codfather these days. I keep hoping he'll remember... but I don't know if I want him to," Scott said, eyes watery.

"Why not?" Kristin asked. If she was in a similar situation with Phil, she absolutely would want him to remember her.

"Because what kind of god can't even keep his husband alive?! I couldn't protect him before, who says I could do it now. Besides with my luck, by the time he'd remember me, I'd only lose him again. Why waste the effort on more heartbreak," Scott said, something vengeful in his tone. The aura around him tinged red, and Kristin drew her hand back with a jolt. Scott took notice of his surroundings, and with a sheepish smile his aura shifted to something more neutral and warm.

"That's why you're hiding in the Dream SMP with Jack, isn't it? You don't want to risk him remembering," Kristin asked softly. Scott let out a sigh.

"I'm not... hiding, exactly. Just lying low, somewhere where I don't have to pretend I'm not a god," Scott explained with a faraway glance.

“What if you were to tell this... Codfather," Kristin suggested. Scott wrinkled his nose in disgust in the name.

"Jimmy. His name is Jimmy," Scott corrected, sounding reverent as he murmured his name the second time. It was almost silly, a god worshipping the ground a mortal walked on- not that Kristin was one to talk. But then again, Phil wasn't exactly mortal.

"Then why don't you tell Jimmy the truth about who you are," Kristin prodded. Few knew the truth about Scott's godly status- Phil, most notably, and Wilbur. And now, she supposed, all who were on the Dream SMP. Otherwise, most knew Scott as someone who had a connection to the god of champions, and carried out his invitations to the games- not that Scott himself was the god in question.

"I... I don't know. Maybe it's safer for him if he never knows," Scott said with a sigh. Kristin squinted at him suspiciously.

"Scott, I've known you for centuries. Tell me the real reason you don't want to tell him," she said pointedly. Scott laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. With a deep breath, his expression settled into something more solemn.

"I don't want things to be different between us. I liked the way it was, on that modified hardcore world. We had a flower valley, with a pond and overgrowth and- and his silly insistence on wanting to protect me, like I was the fragile one, not him. I even experienced a brief afterlife with him, after we had lost all our lives on that world. And that... that was beautiful. But then things reset, and he was reincarnated. And how could I not follow him?" Scott said wistfully. His eyes shone with bittersweet tears, a fond smile on his face.

"You truly have the heart of a mortal, my friend," Kristin said with a soft smile. Scott chuckled, shaking his head.

"Well I certainly can't let anyone know that, think of my reputation," he joked. Kristin laughed.

"Oh please, we all know how much you cherish your champions," she teased.

"Don't tell a soul," Scott said in a mock-serious tone.

"Oh please, the only souls I know are dead ones," Kristin replied with a chuckle. Scott laughed too, but it fell short as his eyes landed on the flowers that decorated the teacups.

"I think the worst part is that he sees me as an enemy. I guess rightfully so, I pushed him away because I was afraid of letting him back in. I don't think I'll be able to look him in the eyes if we end up on the opposite sides of a battle," Scott said, voice fragile as the delicate teacups on the table before them.

"Maybe there's still time to make amends. You could extend some token of peace towards him?" Kristin suggested gently.

"Maybe. I just..." Scott trailed off.

"You just want to mope around in a world of constant hardship and destruction?" Kristin teased lightly, smirking. Scott laughed.

"I guess the Dream SMP isn't the greatest place to hide out," he said, still chuckling. Kristin was relieved to see her friend back to his more genuine smiley self, multicolored eyes glinting with amusement.

"Maybe not. Are Phil and Wilbur staying out of trouble?" Kristin asked, picking her tea back up to sip at. Scott laughed again.

"Staying out of trouble is asking a lot for your family. But I think Phil has forced Wilbur to make friends with Ranboo," he replied, picking up his tea as well.

"Oh? How did that go?" Kristin asked.

"Not sure, honestly. I think they opened a burger place? I've mostly been keeping to myself in the Innit Hotel," Scott said with a shrug.

"I'm sure Tommy loves that," Kristin said dryly.

"Oh yes, cussed me out until I threatened to not let him on mcc anymore. He changed his tune pretty quickly," Scott laughed.

"Doesn't Jack actually own the hotel now?" Kristin asked.

"Yes, but Tommy doesn't seem to know that," Scott answered with a sigh, shaking his head.

"I'm sure he'll get over it. Probably still a little jumbled from being brought back," Kristin muttered, unable to help looking miffed at that. She wasn't exactly fond of people being torn from her domain, especially by an overzealous mortal and the god who he eerily resembled. Although she couldn't exactly blame XD, the book had called him and he was forced to answer.

“Maybe life and death shouldn’t be toyed with anymore,” Scott said softly, after a few beats of silence. Kristin thought of Scott’s struggles with death and rebirth, then thought of her own family. Her husband who survived and lived, never dying- and her son, who fought and died, but ended up living.

“You wouldn’t see me complaining,” Kristin replied, voice coming out more melancholy than she meant it to. Scott looked to her with brows creased in sympathy.

“What a pair we make,” he said with a humorless laugh. Kristin laughed too, just as bleak as Scott’s own laugh.

“The goddess of death whose loved ones live, and the god of champions whose loved ones lose,” she said, voice forlorn. Scott set down his tea, dropping his gaze from Kristin’s.

“I do tend to be drawn towards the lost ones, don’t I?” he said with a weak smile.

“Nothing wrong with rooting for the underdog,” Kristin pointed out with a shrug. Scott looked at the flowers on the teacups, and his smile was a bit brighter this time around, less sad and bittersweet.

“I guess not. Maybe you’re right, maybe there is time to smooth things out with Jimmy,” Scott said, looking back up at Kristin.

“Good! Being mopey doesn’t suit you. And telling him the truth couldn’t hurt either,” Kristin insisted brightly. Scott rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“Okay Mumza, no need to get on my case. I said I’d try and smooth things over, not reveal that I’m an all-powerful god that was married to him once because I like playing mortal,” he replied, dragging out her nickname with a teasing grin. Kristin grinned back.

“I guess your situation is a little different than when I told Phil I was a goddess,” she said semi-sheepishly.

“Phil was also hopelessly head-over-heels for you when you told him. Jimmy is decidedly not,” Scott pointed out with a laugh.

“Oh Jimmy will come around eventually. If he knows what’s good for him,” Kristin said, sipping at her tea. Scott blinked at her in confusion.

“Are you threatening my ex-husband?” he asked, tone so adorably baffled that Kristin couldn’t help but laugh.

“All I meant was that he doesn’t know what he’s missing. Any man would be lucky to have captured your attention," she clarified with a teasing grin. Scott flushed in embarrassment, the aura around him tinging pink.

“You’re acting like an embarrassing mum trying to convince her son to get out there and start dating,” Scott huffed, trying to play off his flusteredness.

“You’re the one who called me ‘Mumza,’” Kristin pointed out, still grinning.

“This is rude, I’m being attacked and you’re twisting my words against me now-” Scott cut off with a laugh, unable to keep up the mock-offended act as his aura shifted back to being a neutral warm color. Scott finally looked the most himself that he had been all day- aura full of warmth, a smile on his face, and color-shifting eyes sparkling.

“Oh, whatever will you do?” Kristin teased. Scott shook his head, picking up his tea and finishing it off with one last sip before standing from the table.

“I think I’m gonna leave, actually. It’s about time I head out anyway,” Scott said. Kristin looked at how low her own tea had gotten, and sighed before standing with a gentle smile.

“Well as always, it was wonderful to have you. I hope everything works out,” she said softly, holding out her arms. Scott hugged her without hesitation, and Kristin got the feeling he was silently thanking her for her advice through the hug.

“See you next week?” Scott asked after he pulled away.

“I look forward to it,” Kristin replied. Scott smiled, giving a two-fingered salute before disappearing in a burst of color. The lightshow faded, leaving Kristin in her rather gloomy domain. The loneliness after a fellow deity left was always the worst, and the heavy conversation from before didn’t help matters much. Scott and Kristin were very similar beings for two deities that ruled over extremely different things- both of their hearts were too big, too smitten with mortals. Scott could at least compete alongside mortals if he so chose, but Kristin was in a plane of existence that her loved ones could only reach through tragedy. Perhaps Scott had it worse- Kristin could at least distance herself from mortals, while Scott stubbornly refused to. But all the same, Kristin was hopeful that things would work out for the god of champions. And maybe, things would work out for her family as well.

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[katnip225]

So remember that au where the dream smp is a comic book in the manhunt universe. Well more of that. This is what manhunt!Dream thinks of each character. Now I will just be using the real names but in the comic the names are different. Not doing the tales of the smp characters. Might also get some backstory for Manhunt!Dream

Techno - As stated in my prev post, this is Dream's fav character. He has regularly copied ideas from him. He loves all the pets that Techno has. And how no matter what Techno always follows his beliefs. Might also remind him of his childhood rival.

Phil - finds the character very funny. The 3 months thing. Through does have some very good serious moments like Nov 16th and Doomsday. The guy is clearly not perfect but he really has a hard time hating the guy. Only time he did hate Phil was during Doomsday for letting Friend die and hurting Ghostbur.

Wilbur - easily his 2nd fav. The way his fall was done. It was so heartbreaking. Then his revival. To find out about being alone for 13 years was rough. Dream feels for the guy since being on the run is very lonely. The only people he talks to is when the hunters get close enough for banter. He really hopes that Wilbur gets the help that he needs.

Ghostbur (yes counting this as a different character) - loves the guy. so sweet and just wants to help. Through feels very sad because of the memory thing and the blue. Plus the speech that he gave on Doomsday.

Tommy - this kid can't catch a break. He feels so bad for the kid. Tommy is a good kid that overall does not mean harm. The only thing that Dream hates Tommy for is killing the cat. Dream likes animals and while can understand why Tommy did it, still found himself crying over the cat's death. Dream always wanted pets but his life before on the run was rough and now there is no way he will get one

Tubbo - another kid he feels sorry for. Dream feels bad for Tommy but for some reason Tubbo hits harder. Maybe it is because Tubbo reminds him of one of his neighbor's kid. They are pretty similar in personality from what he remembers. He was sad when the neighbors moved. The scene of Tubbo crying hurt so much. He really wanted to jump into the comic and comfort him.

Ranboo - Easily his 3rd fav. The memory book. The ender walking. The weird connection to main bad guy. The begging to be locked up in the prison. Plus love the marriage to Tubbo. Really hopes they can talk to each other. This comic needs one healthy relationship that lasts. Reminds him of this enderman hybrid that helped. Found the kid lost in the woods and badly hurt. So helped get the kid back to help then took it to the village with the nice baker lady. It was a nice village so hopefully the kid is okay.

Michael - yes doing their son. Super cute. The in comic reason for keeping Michael inside is for safety. I like to imagine there is a small mini series of Michael playing pretend or sneaking out to meet the other kids.

Fundy - neutral. Does not like him but does not hate him. Through is curious about the seeing the future thing. Wonders if this is his god's blood in work. (in the comic, Wilbur is confirmed to be a demigod. Only Phil and Techno know about it but it was confirmed)

Yogurt - cute kid. Hangs out with Michael when he sneaks out.

Puffy - a cool pirate and therapist. Kinda wish that she was his mom. He does not have any parents but he feels like Puffy would be a cool mom. She went feral when Foolish was killed.

Niki - reminds him of a baker he meet once while on the run. This was before he was well known so he could risk being seen. She gave him some free cookies and gave him a discount on the bread when she saw that he did not have much money. Super sweet and nice but also not one to be messed with. He saw how that baker handled an attempted robbery. Sad to see her wanting to hurt Tommy but was so happy that she is healing.

Jack: Feels bad for the character since he is put through so much. Even had to crawl out of hell.

Karl - love the guy. The time travel spin off series is super cool. feels bad for the losing memories things.

Quackity - flip flops between feeling bad and hating the guy. Quackity has been through a lot and Las Nevadas is cool. But he is just doing what the main villian did. Please just heal so you can be at peace. Hopefully him and fiancés will get back together

Jschlatt - great villian. hated the guy. Also reminds him of his neighbors. The father. Through was a much better person. Actually wanted to give a better life for his son (Yes in this au, DadSchlatt is a thing and he is a good father)

Purple - felt bad for the ufo being blowen up but does not feel anything towards him.

Punz - He respect the guy. Reminds him of a mercenary person that once was after him. Through stopped after realizing that the pay was not worth all the chase. Needed to be payed more

Ponk - felt bad for losing his arm but otherwise neutral for the character

Skeppy - over all neutral. Nice guy and feels bad for the possession thing.

Eret - liked the guy then hated the guy then went back to liking him. Glad the character was making up for the whole betrayal thing.

XD - does know what to make of this character. Through does not trust the god with George

Drista - a fun character that can cause a lot of chaos. Would want as a sister. Yes he might get attacked by a fork but hey he already has a younger brother.

Kristen - not much is known about her. Only that she is Wilbur's mom (in the comic, Wilbur does say his mom is a fridge but I am going on what Phil said. Which is that Wilbur got confused when Phil pointed to the fridge which had a pic of his mom)

MD - fun guy. So sad to see him die. Was really helping Tommy

Mamacita - another fun character through has not been seen since MD's death.

Sally - in the comic Sally is a shapeshifter through the writer wanted them to be a fish. Their editor refused to allow that. Not really shown much outside flash backs. I go back and forth on how good of a mom she was. So if she was good then Dream liked her. If not then he hates her.

Slimecicle - very confused. not like conflicted. Just confused.

Sam Nook - like him. Only one he trusts Tommy with. If he could becomes friends with Hunter!Sam would totally ask if he can build something like Sam Nook

Sam - really hates the dude. Does not care that the main bad guy asked Sam to build it. Sam has control so everything is Sam's doing. Plus the whole thing with Ponk. Part of him does remind dream of Hunter!Sam but that was earlier in the comic. Hunter!Sam would never hurt his partner (Yes Hunter!Sam is dating Ponk)

Ant - again the character remind him of Hunter!Ant. Through overall neutral. Does feel bad for the whole possession by the egg thing

Sapnap - hopefully gets back with Quackity. The dude really gets the short end of the stick. Also reminds him of Hunter!Sapnap. Through hopefully his relationship goes better then dsmp!Sapnap (yes Quaickity and Karl are his boyfriends)

George - reminds him of Hunter!Geroge. The weird dream comics were funny. feels bad that the character can't tell what is a dream and what is real.

Bad - again remind him of Hunter!Bad. Only reason why Dream does not hate dsmp!Bad is because he is being possessed by the egg. He did not like Foolish being killed. Also finds it sweet that the character was willing to do something for Skeppy. (yes. Bad and Skeppy have the same relationship as canon)

Dream - is a great villian. very evil. Through as stated before. Does not like the prison treatment. Does see himself in the guy but it is like all his more negative traits were turned up to 1000. Through Dream is lonely and does not make attachments, there is one he can't get rid of. Since that attachment is why he is doing all of this

Foolish - can probably tell he really likes Foolish. reminds him of his younger brother. Foolish being killed was the one time he needed to put the comic down and take a break.

that is everyone. There are a few more that I really don't watch so have no idea what Manhunt!Dream's opinion would be.

[shadowdianne]

Since I'm not totally evil and now that I'm back in front of the computer I'm just going to copy-paste the first 1k or so of what I had written. It's not edited and considering the notes I've erased for this version but the original one has I was still working through plotholes and worldbuilding. The coding of the archive suggests that it was an informal prompt made by a friend -the titles of the things that were inbox prompts were codes for me to know at which bach they were linked to but this one has only the one I reserved for mutuals or friends so I could properly tag them even if the prompt had been sent via, dunno, whatsapp or the like but I have lost the word document I had to know which number represented which mutual so, dunno, friend, if you happen to see this hi xD

Anyway, I'm not going to finish it but if anyone wants to know the original lines of the prompt (looking at you, @yaminoendo, @italymystery-swanqueen ) things were like this:

If anyone recognizes this as something I finally got to publish -dunno, I truly cannot remember if I did but considering that it's not finished if I did it was under some other storyline- tell me so I can try to find the damn link and make another post about it.

Word reached the town’s inn in a slow night, the kind of nights Emma had learnt to dread as much as the ones in where she was unable to have a respite. And so, as rain poured outside and only a selected few patrons battled against the storm that flagged the lands around the wood and stone made houses in order to get a drink from Granny’s, she found herself rising her eyebrows as one of the Lost boys nodded vehemently, fingerless gloves doing nothing to prevent the boy from almost sticking his hands into the dim fireplace the old woman had asked both Ruby and Emma to keep an eye on.

“To keep the sorceress at bay. One never knows with this storm.”

Emma had bitten her tongue at the words: she knew magic was real; had seen the occasional wizard, the kind of one that traveled from town to town, promising magic and dreams to whomever that paid them in silver or a place to stay but Granny’s sorceress; the ones that roamed the forest at night, the ones who vowed to the moon and soil, were just the stories one would tell to children. Children barely younger than the one who, still shivering, put his hands beneath his armpits, rolling his shoulders as the soaked coat he wore, the one with Pan’s colors, remained stuck to his scrawny frame.

“She gave us a piece of gold each.” The boy repeated for the umpteenth time ever since he had come barreling into the inn, soaked to the bone but sporting a toothy grin. “She told us to spread the word. I’m not joking!”

Emma sighed and offered the boy one of the few sips of wine that they still had from the merchants that had passed by the month before last. Despite it being acrid the boy took the small vase and drank it all, smiling at her with his eyebrows raised, some color returning to his cheeks. She was about to offer him some bread when the owner of the inn herself tutted at him, eyes severe.

“Hasn’t the woman already suffered enough? It’s not nice to lie, Nibs.”

The boy opened his mouth, ready to defend himself if the sudden rage on his eyes was anything to go by and Emma sighed inwardly at the moment as she casted a glance around the inn, at the ones who were not-so-subtly listening to the conversation. Sometimes, times like this, she truly felt tired of the gossip-hungry citizens. Always trying to learn about the next detail, the next piece of information they could all later on share, make bets on. The scent of dampened wood and greasy food grounding her as she found Ruby’s eyes at the other end of the place, she shrugged minutedly, asking for the lanky brunette’s friend. Not like she wasn’t able to tackle the woman’s grandmother but Granny had been, and would always be, the kind of person one didn’t want to get on the bade side of.

And she was truly grateful the woman had let her in after last years’ flood.

Ruby bit down on her bottom lip and tilted her head to the right as she placed yet another pint in front of Leroy. The short man was probably the only one who wasn’t pretending to not be listening to the conversation, his glazed eyes trained on both Granny and Nibs and Emma almost smiled a little at that. Placing her hands on the counter, letting the three-quarter sleeves of the cloth she wore rile up on her forearms, she leveled her gaze with Nibs, silently asking him to just let the subject drop.

The boy, however, was still a boy, and he didn’t listen; his pride affronted.

“I’m not lying!” He replied, shaking his head while doing so. “Widow Mills told us that if anyone was able to open the door with the key she would…” He halted there, cheeks reddening and Emma heard Ruby bit back a laugh as the brunette approached the front of the tavern. The Lost Boys were a group of orphans that no one had taken in aside from the small group of women that worked relentlessly under Blue’s orders but they weren’t shy to sex or how it worked. It was interesting seeing Nibs so tong-tied in front of Eugenia, angry or not.

“… marry them.” The boy finished, lamely, but Emma, just as she had had at first, didn’t catch any lies on his words. Despite them being, probably, slightly edited.

And that, despite her best intentions, made her feel interested. Which was something she was purposedly trying not to be.

Widow Mills was the kind of woman that brought attention wherever she went: not new to the town her wealth, her house, close to the end of the town, bigger than any other else and always guarded by a big black cat, helped on cultivating an air of mystery around her. The kind of one that would usually make many spit behind her, muttering words they thought would protect them after she waved and kept on with her day.

And yet, despite that, she was also the woman many thought on trying to get her to remarry, the news of her late husband known and shared within the same walls Emma was currently surrounded by. It was strange, interesting, how the woman seemed to have finally decided to play the game Storybrooke citizens were so adept at; get others to marry. If what Nib was saying was true.

And Emma had the feeling that it was. As shocking as it could sound.

“I guess it’s cat-hunting season then. Isn’t that right, sis?” Leroy’s crude smirk made Emma clench her jaw and say nothing, even when the town’s drunkard eyed her, hoping for someone to reply to his comment but finding very few who seemed open to the idea.

Albeit, the blonde thought as she turned and busied herself, she was fairly certain that within the hour the rest of the Lost Boys would manage to get the entire town known that the brunette woman living at the edge of town was waiting for a husband.

She didn’t exactly knew why that bothered her.

-.-

She had been right, of course, by the next night the town was abuzz with the story from the Lost Boys. The only real socialite the town owned, Kathryn Midas, had even passed by, sharing a few opinions she had on the whole thing. Opinions Emma hadn’t been there to listen to as she had been sent by Granny to run an errand no Lost Boy could tackle quickly enough but ones Ruby had later filled her in as they both readied the tavern for the night.

“Many think she is bluffing.” Ruby shrugged and shook her head as Emma listened to her, using a brief moment of respite to lean against the tavern’s southest wall. The one in where the fireplace rested, the residual heat from it warming the stone slabs of the floor around it and the wooden walls. “A cry for attention.”

“And you think that’s right?”

She tried to sound nonachalant but Ruby narrowed her eyes at her, mirth on her eyes, and Emma knew she had been caught.

It wasn’t, she battled against herself, that she was interested. Not in the same way she suspected others would be. She had barely shared a few words with the woman. It wasn’t like the brunette beauty often came to socialize to the inn.

But she had seen her, walking, buying herbs and other things. Always slightly away from others, the black and red from her clothes obvious as both a statement and a message. She wondered, briefly, while she grazed the mark on her wrist, the one left by broken vows of marriage, if the woman would wear another color next time she saw her. For some reason she couldn’t exactly picture that.

“Want to give it a try, Emma? Is that what this is about?”

Ruby’s voice brought her back from her reverie, the words her friend had just said made Emma narrow her eyes, spine straightening as she walked away from the wall just in time for Eugenia to walk in; stern-looking as ever.

“Don’t be stupid.”

But Ruby didn’t seem convinced. Not like neither of them were able to discuss it further as the old woman frowned at them before putting them both to work, the storm from yesterday already gone and the first round of thirsty villagers about to arrive.

-.-

During the next days many were the ones who arrived to the inn with scratches up their arms; muttering about cats and demons and far too many complicated schemes they couldn’t be bothered to try. Emma remained mute during those tales; silently serving drinks, dodging handsy miners that were the other source of income for the town and pretending she wasn’t entirely far too curious.

And, in a way, that feeling was what made her keep listening to the stories; unwilling to let go the promise of something different in a town she felt drowning her every day it passed.

[fanfictionaries]

Giiiiirl, I am CRAVING some baking with Bucky. Like some good old recipe from his mom or sisters, eating half the batter, being all innocent and goofy. Maybe Reader introducing him to the world of cupcakes with a second batch of batter they make. Just a sweeeet baking day ❤️

I made myself happy sad with this one. XD 

Might be a little more angsty than you were looking for, but all the sweet fluff is there as well! 

Inspired by my own great great grandmother’s recipe. 

Orange Rolls

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: None, just the fluffiest fluff you can imagine; slight angst. 

Author’s Note: I loved doing this, so please people. Send me more requests! ALSO this is an actual family recipe of mine. I recommend trying it! 

I recommend listening to this song while reading this: https://open.spotify.com/track/7pR7yPgbYcipmTUHT5g68p?si=nQZeCOmoTcm43qOI1YRPNA

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Step 1. Dissolve 2 yeast cakes in ¼ cup warm water.

The room was alight in the glow of soft warm sun. Nestled in your blankets, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and yawned widely, stretching and turning to snuggle into the familiar warmth of Bucky. Firm muscle, soft skin, ticklish arm hair – all missing. Instead only cool sheets, drawn back on his side of the bed. You didn’t have to check the time to know it was early, but you rolled over to the bedside table to check your phone anyways. Five AM. Much too early to be up on a Sunday morning, even for your early bird of a super soldier. Rolling onto your back, you stayed quiet, attempting to hear any signs of life in the small apartment. Perhaps he’d only gotten up to use the bathroom. The sound of heavy items falling and a string of curses coming from the kitchen brushed away the thought. Jumping out of bed, you pulled one of Bucky’s large sweatshirts over your head and stepped into your slippers.

When you rounded the corner, the first thing you noticed was the expanse of your pantry laid out onto the floor. The second thing you noticed was Bucky, sat cross-legged in the middle of the array of flours, sugars, and spices, head in his hands. You knew this look. This crumpled, defeated look that so few had the privilege to witness. Everyone saw the stoic, cold Winter Soldier. So little saw Bucky Barnes, a kid from Brooklyn. Tiptoeing around the spilled bags of sugar, flour, and sprinkles, you stood beside him, leaning over and placing a gentle hand to his back, rubbing soft, slow circles.

“Nightmares?” you asked, moving your hand up to thread through his freshly cropped hair, scraping your fingernails against his scalp. Bucky tilted his head back, leaning into your touch like a cat leaving its scent. You could see the telltale signs; red rimmed eyes, pink tipped nose, raw bitten lips.

“No, no nightmares. I uh…I had a dream about my mom,” Bucky answered, the end of his sentence biting off in a short, harsh laugh. You held your breath. It flattered you that Bucky felt comfortable enough with you to share the gory, ugly details of his past – the things that kept him up at night. The things he thought you couldn’t love him for. But never had he talked about his family. The only memories of his past life you ever heard were the ones Steve brought up, the rowdy stories of two young men up to no good in 40’s Brooklyn. Yet on his own, Bucky remained silent about his life before the war. You never pushed him. It would be cruel of you to press a subject that was most likely too painful for him to think about. Now, the waver in his voice and the tears that welled in his eyes told you that that assumption had been correct.

“I was sittin’ in my old kitchen and uh—” he sniffed, taking a moment to clear his throat “—it was Easter. I know it was Easter ‘cause ma made orange rolls. She only ever made them on Easter. And it—it was the best damn orange roll I’ve ever had. I woke up and I remembered Steve brought over some boxes of my family’s old things, stuff Rebecca left behind I guess, and I found this.”

In his hand he held an aged recipe card, stained from years of use. The yellowed card stock was bent and torn, but the writing still held clear, thick and messy in some places as if it had been traced over multiple times. It was well used. Well loved. At the top, clearly labeled in large looped font, were the words ‘Orange Rolls’.

“I couldn’t get the taste out of my mouth. I figured I’d try to make them, but I wasn’t much for the kitchen back then, let alone now. And—and you don’t have any yeast cakes. I can’t make them without yeast cakes (Y/N). It’s the first ingredient and I can’t—” The words broke off, catching in the back of his throat. He wrapped his arms around your legs, clinging to them like a broken child. Rolling off of him in waves, the permeating sadness and longing washed over you, breaking your heart with each hit.

“I don’t think they make yeast cakes anymore Bucky—” you spoke slowly, choosing your words carefully. At the statement, you felt his arms tighten in a panic. You were quick to placate him “—but I have some dry active yeast that I think should work. Why don’t we clean this up and then see what we can do, yea?”

Step 2. Warm 1 cup milk, add ½ cup sugar, 3 Tbsp shortening, 2 tsp salt.

Turns out, a single yeast cake is equal to approximately 4 and ½ tsps of dry active yeast. After this joyous announcement and your internal praise to Google’s ever living library of knowledge, Bucky was up on his feet, standing in front of the stove over a saucepan of milk.

“How do you know when it’s warm?” he asked, looking curiously down at the pan of milk in front of him.

“Stick your finger in it, if it feels warm, then it’s probably warm,” you answered sarcastically, reaching into the depths of your pantry for the Crisco. A rarely used, but very important staple for any kitchen.

“What? I’m not sticking my finger in it,” said Bucky, watching with rapt horror as you walked up beside him and dipped the tip of your pointer finger into the warm, white liquid.

“I think it’s warm enough to put the sugar in. What?” you asked him when you saw the look of exasperation on your boyfriend’s face.

“You put your finger in the milk.”

“And? My hands are clean. You watched me wash them. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of catching cooties. Cause I hate to break it to you but, you probably already have them.” Lifting on your toes, you placed a sweet, soft kiss to his lips. Catching you around the waist before you could drop back down, Bucky kissed you back with slow purpose.

“Is that right?” he asked teasingly, breaking away from your lips ever so slightly.

“Afraid so,” you murmured against the soft, heat of his mouth.

Step 3. Beat in 3 eggs, 2 cups flour, and add dissolved yeast. Let rise for 1 hour.

The wet dough sat on the counter; a kitchen towel draped lightly over it. By this time, the sun had fully crested over the city skyline, pouring blinding light into the small space of your kitchen. The two of you sat at the kitchen island, sipping your coffee as you waited for the dough to rise. Your bare feet sat, propped in Bucky’s lap, the thumb of his metal hand absentmindedly rubbing the arch of your right foot as he spoke animatedly.

“You should have seen her. Becca was so mad; I thought her head was going to spin all the way around!” laughed Bucky, the creases at the corners of his eyes making a warm and welcome appearance as he regaled a story that you had never heard before.

“Well that’s what she got for touching your stuff,” you said, taking Bucky’s side in the long forgotten sibling argument.

“Thank you! See, you get it. I wish I could say the same for my parents. My pa gave me such a lickin’ and then ma sent me off to bed with no dinner. All for putting worms in her bed!”

“Did she get in trouble for letting your pet frog loose?” you asked, enraptured by the story.

“No! Do you know how hard it was to find a frog in Brooklyn?”

“Impossible. I don’t even know how you did it.”

“Well, really it was Steve that found him—”

“Him? Did he have a name?” you interrupted him with a cheeky smile.

Bucky scratched the back of his head, a light pinkness appearing on his cheeks, “He might of…”

“Aaaand?” you pressed, wanting to know the name even more at the prospect of it being embarrassing.

“I don’t know if I wanna’ tell you. I think you’re just gonna laugh.”

“I won’t! I promise!” you exclaimed, drawing an invisible cross over you heart.

Bucky looked at you skeptically, a raised eye trained on you before answering, “Fine. It was Mr. Ribbits.”

You tried your hardest, really you did. But a snort escaped your nose before you could stop it and then Bucky was playfully pushing your legs off of his lap and turning away from you, “See! I knew you’d laugh. You’re such a bad liar!”

“I’m sorry!” You reached for him, still attempting to stifle your giggles as you pulled at Bucky’s arm, turning him back towards you. “Really, I am. I think Mr. Ribbits is a respectable name.”

“Thank you. It is.” His tone was resolute, but it didn’t take a trained eye to spot the small smile working its way onto the corner of his lips. “But no, Becca didn’t get in trouble. In fact, my pa said I was too old to be picking up animals off the street anyways.”

“How old were you?”

“I think I was about ten.”

Step 4. Add 3 cups flour and beat in with spoon. Let raise 1 and ½ hours.

“We have to wait again?!”

“Yea, we have to let the dough rise, otherwise the rolls will be tough and there won’t be enough to roll out,” you explained, placing the towel over the bowl once again and reaching for your empty coffee cups.

“But I thought we just did that,” said Bucky in confusion. You tried not to smile at him, but the cute little scrunch of his eyebrows made you a weak and gooey fool.

“Baking is more of an art in patience than skill. Especially any kind of bread, babe. Don’t worry, once they’re done, they’ll be more than worth the wait,” you reassured him, patting his cheek gently.

“Well…can we make something else while we wait? What’s your favorite thing to bake?” Bucky asked, his innocent tone making him sound like a wide-eyed child.

You smiled, big and happy, and walked over to the recipe box that sat atop the fridge. Taking it down and setting in on the counter in front of you, you dug into the baking section and produced a handful of recipe cards.

“Take your pick soldier.”

Step 5. Roll out dough and spread on icing – 2 cups sugar, 1 orange: rind grated and juiced, 6 Tbsp melted butter. Roll, cut, and place in muffin tin. Cover and let raise 20 mins.

“Stop eating all the batter!” you scolded, whacking the back of Bucky’s hand with a spatula. The impact had no effect, the sneaking man having had the forethought to use his metal hand.

“If I wasn’t supposed to eat it this way, then why is it so delicious?” he argued, sneaking another finger into the chocolate concoction and bringing it to his mouth.

“Because it’s five pounds of sugar and fat,” you laughed, grabbing hold of his wrist and bringing the chocolate covered finger to your mouth instead. “Also – how is it gross for me to dip my finger into the milk but you can have these grubby little paws buried deep in my brownie batter?”

The question caught Bucky off guard. Raising his hand up, he wiggled the vibranium fingers in your face, “Metal arm – they’re, uh, sterile.”

You guffawed, absolutely tickled by the lame response, “Sterile. Okay. Well, preheat the oven Mr. Sterile.”

Using the spatula, you scraped the double chocolate chip brownie batter into the greased pan. Strong arms wrapped around your waist and a head came to rest on your shoulder, watching you scrape the sides of the bowl. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he placed a gentle kiss just below your ear.

“You know, you’re getting pretty mouthy these days. I have half a mind to take you over my knee,” Bucky growled playfully.

Before your brain could connect with what your body was doing, the spatula had already lifted away from the bowl and made contact with the side of his face. The wet splat of batter to skin sounded plainly through the kitchen. Releasing you from his hold, Bucky stepped back, his expression vacant and shell-shocked.  Dropping the spatula back into the bowl, you covered your face with your hands as you tried not to lose it. He looked positively ridiculous. Chocolate covered the left side of his face, dripping down from his brow bone to his chin. You watched as he brought a hand up slowly, touching his face and bringing it back down to examine it. He stared at the chocolate proof on his fingertips for a few moments as you waited with horrific anticipation.  

“Oh, that’s it, doll. You better run.”

The menacing words sent your heart rate soaring. A playful shriek escaped your lungs as you bolted from the kitchen, Bucky on your heel with a growl in the back of his throat.

Step 6. Place in the oven at 375 for 10-15 minutes. Makes around 3 dozen.

The brownies, already baked and cooling on the counter, were long forgotten as Bucky sat in front of the oven. Arms wrapped around his bent legs, he watched as the orange rolls slowly rose in their muffin tins.

“When are they gonna be done?” he asked you, staring into the depths of the oven like a fortune teller stares into their crystal ball. Like if he looked hard enough, he’d find all the answers to the universe.

“About five more minutes.” You sat down beside him, leaning into his side as the two of you watched his long-forgotten memories rise. You were excited to try the rolls. It was a recipe you had never heard of, which was a rare thing. But most importantly you were excited to try a little piece of Bucky’s life. A piece of the man, the boy, that he used to be before life happened. It felt special and intimate.

“What if they’re not as good as I remember?” The words were soft and honest. You could feel the same sadness and apprehension as earlier that morning drift from him to you. Leaning against him firmer, you took his hand into yours. Threading the warm flesh into your own, you continued to stare into the heat of the oven.

“They will be.”

Step 7. Enjoy.

The rolls were a beautiful sight. Small, golden brown swirls in a neat, compact shape. The sugar filling had melted down into the bottom of the pan, creating and thick and chewy caramel layer at the bottom of each one. A delicious detail that Bucky said was supposed to happen, but also made it incredibly difficult to pry them from their tins. Still, with the help of a butter knife and a lot of patience, the two of you were able to get most of them out unscathed. A buttery orange scent swirled through the air, causing your mouth to salivate as they sat atop of the wire cooling rack. The two of you sat at the kitchen island, staring at the rolls in silence – you with a look of anticipation, Bucky with a look of confusion.

“What is it?” you asked, wondering if he still doubted that they would hold up to his dream.

“I’m pretty sure they had frosting.”

While the recipe didn’t call for it, Bucky insisted that they always had a frosting on them. After a few minutes of questioning about what kind of frosting it was, or at least what it looked and tasted like, you came to the conclusion that it was most likely a simple glaze. A few minutes later, you each had a plate in front of you with a single, gooey, glistening orange roll sat pristinely on it.

You were starving. You’d been up for nearly five hours and you hadn’t eaten anything yet. But you didn’t dare dig in until Bucky had his first bite. Reaching out tentatively, he picked up the roll, twisting and turning it, inspecting it with a warry expression. Holding your breath, you watched as he brought the baked good to his lips and took a generous bite. He chewed, and chewed, and chewed – each second leaving you with more consternation than the last. When he finally swallowed, he set the rest of the roll down onto his plate and heaved a heavy sigh. Your heart dropped.

“No good?” you asked, fearing you already knew the answer from the way his shoulders bunched over the counter.

Looking to you, tears once again welling in his eyes, Bucky did something unexpected. He kissed you. A firm, chaste kiss that lasted only a moment but formed butterflies in your stomach before he pulled back.

“They’re even better than I remember.”

The proclamation sent your heart soaring. You let out the breath you’d been holding, feeling your own tears of relief and joy begin to well. Blinking them back, you smiled at him, blinded by the dazzling smile you received in turn.

“Well then, let’s eat them all because I am famished,” you replied, picking up your own orange roll and taking a giant bite. The mix of soft, warm bread, zesty orange, chewy caramel, and sweet frosting set your taste buds alight. As you chewed, you envisioned a ten year old Bucky sitting in his mother’s kitchen on Easter morning. Curly brown hair, all teeth and dimples in his Sunday best and as happy as a kid could be. Why?

Because this was the best damn orange roll you’d ever had.

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ALSO I APPARENTLY???

Started writing a WLW AU fic for SOSTOT?? Yuzuki/Kasumi, with Yuzuki being female here? AND TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT IT?  XD;; IDK it’s half decent so far, anyone want me to continue it...? ^^;

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After a day of teaching a classroom of children, dear though they were to her, Kasumi was ready for a much-needed soak at the spa. She had just partaken of a light supper at Ginjiro's, some healthy spinach soup, and now she was on her way to see which of the deluxe spa treatments were available that night. It had been a few days since she'd checked, or did anything fun with anyone, she'd been rather busy with planning, grading and training and such...

She knew which one she was hoping for... The wine bath that the kind farmer at the crossroads, Sandy, had acquired especially for her earlier this year. How Kasumi lamented that she'd recently married, of all men, -Wayne-. Just... Why -Wayne-? Nothing could be more perplexing. Ludus, perhaps, might have made sense, he had such nice flowing hair at least --  But the crazy cowboy that used to flirt with almost everyone and gave really bad gifts...? Ugh. There was no accounting for the tastes of heterosexual women, and Kasumi was infinitely glad she was not one of them...

Then again though... Sometimes it could get a little frustrating too, which was why she often took her baths at the very end of the night, when there was usually few or no others left around. It was a little extra frustrating to be reminded of her former and now bygone crush on Farmer Sandy, now that she was in the arms of Crazy Wayne, as Kasumi called him only in her head... But she loved the smell of the sweet, tangy wine bath she had created just for her too much to stay away from it, even if it bore painful reminders for her now, it still soothed her muscles, if not her broken heart...

And ah, how fortunate. Tonight was Deluxe Wine Bath night~

Farmer Sandy had in fact since then also donated a few extra types of wine to the spa owner, apparently, to get people to try her new wine blends. Instead of the usual grape wine bath, tonight it was going to be a cherry wine bath, and the next week there was to be a strawberry wine bath. How delightful! Sandy, though your taste in men might be horrible, one could at least say nothing ill of your taste in wine...

There was a small handful of women in attendance that night. Shizu and Omiyo were there chatting together in one corner, Beni from Crimson Farm was also having a soak, and in one corner by herself, sipping from a cup of tea that Kasumi knew without even asking had a more than generous amount of honey stirred into it, was Yuzuki...

She was a strange but sweet girl, that Yuzuki... Kasumi had known her ever since she was a little girl. Often a very sick little girl... Kasumi felt so sorry for her. Abandoned by her own parents to live with her grandparents just because she was sick... They then went on to have another child and raised them, without any care for the first. Without care for how she'd nearly given up hope at their betrayal and wasted away in the hospital until her new friends and family managed to nurse her back to health.

Chiefly her grandparents, of course, but Kasumi hadn't been able to stay away either. The second she first saw the frail little girl, temporary trapped in a wheelchair as her poor old grandparents pushed her to her doctor's appointments and in and out of hospital stays... Kasumi knew her parents were only keen on the idea of her helping the other child because they knew it would make them look good to the community, but Kasumi was grateful for their help anyways. They allowed her to take flowers to the girl, some reading and schooling materials, and some healthy soup.

Yuzuki had been just as happy to see Kasumi as she was to see her gifts. They talked for hours. Kasumi would help Yuzuki with the schoolwork and read to her until she fell asleep. When they were close enough, Yuzuki confessed that although she was grateful for the soup, she had been madly craving some sweets, and begged Kasumi to get some for her. Of course it was a childish request and Kasumi knew she shouldn't let a sick person eat anything unhealthy, but she compromised by at least bringing her a bowl of peaches, cherries and strawberies the next time she visited.

Yuzuki eventually got better, and was allowed to go home. Kasumi still said hello to her and made light conversation whenever she saw her, but it wasnt nearly as often as before. For the first thing, they lived on completely different sides of town, with Yuzuki down low in South Tsuyukusa and Kasumi living much further up North, and working even further away than that at the school in the next town over. No one ever really stressed it, but there was also the issue of their much different social status. Many men and women in Tsuyukusa, not just Yuzuki, tended to treat Kasumi much more stiffly and politely than other people. She in turn adopted the same mannerism towards them.

She wished she could be more like Komari or Yuzuki. Though Yuzuki was quite respectful like Kasumi, she also had an air of casual, nonchalant familiarity with most people. Not quite as brash and obvious and in-your-face about it like Komari, who by the nature of her being unashamed in her approachability made it much easier for her to crowd Kasumi first whenever she saw her. Yuzuki would easily say hello and make small talk when she saw her alone, but if she was busy with something or someone else she'd keep a respectful distance instead...

Kasumi really missed the old days, their long conversations at the hospital...  But of course it was better than Yuzuki didn't have to stay there anymore.

A little over half an hour passed. Omiyo started getting a little lightheaded and Shizu offered to take her home, saying she needed to get back to her family and make supper anyways. Yuzuki said goodnight to them both and then they redressed and left. About fifteen minutes later Beni also wordlessly excused herself.

They were both hyper aware of the other's isolated presence after that. Kasumi was frozen silent, wanting to say something, but unsure if a bath was the sort of place to strike up casual conversation when you haven't spoken too much in a while...

Yuzuki seemed to wonder the same thing, waited a few minutes to see if Kasumi would also excuse herself... But when she didn't, and figuring it would be more awkward to stay silent, Yuzuki finally spoke up, mentioning, "This cherry wine bath is really nice, isn't it? I don't really like wine, but I've always kind of wanted to try Sandy's cherry and strawberry wines. They look so good, even though I know I wouldn't like the taste, the bottles are just so pretty! But I like it better in a bath like this, I think -- I get to smell it without having to taste it! It was so kind of Sandy to make the extra donations. I mentioned the same to her and she immediately offered to let me try the wines in bath form! In a couple of weeks Iluka and Siluka are going to come for a special Tropical Mango Bath night too! Ooh I do look forward to it! Aaah, a cacao bath sounds really good too..."

"Yuzuki..." Kasumi lightly chided her, hiding a smile behind her hand. "Be careful now... So many baths in a row might make you lightheaded..." She was starting to feel a little extra steamy herself, since Yuzuki mentioned that Iluka and Siluka would be coming another night.

Kasumi didn't have the courage to outright flirt with others, but when she did look upon others with romantic thoughts in her head, it was often girls from out of town. Iluka and Siluka, or Lisette. They were dream-girls. As in, literally only to exist as such in her dreams and in her head. It was safer with them, at least. How could she look upon Komari or anyone else in Tsuyukusa that she had to see regularly if she allowed such thoughts about them? At least with the other girls... If something ever did happen to ruin their friendship, she could just avoid ever going to Westown or Lulukoko again. Being banished/ostracised in your own home would be a much more complicated and inconvenient state...

So it caught her a little off-guard and confused when Yuzuki suddenly giggled, a strange kind of way... "Admittedly, this wine bath might be making me a little giddy... But I swear I didn't drink any, I just had a few sweets earlier..."

Kasumi cast a doubtful look at her. "A few?"

"Ahh... Just some yomogi and mitarashi dango..."

"...And."

Yuzuki knew she wasn't hiding anything at that point, bashfully coughing up the truth after a short pause, "...A-And monaka..."

"..." Kasumi didn't even prod verbally this time, just gave her old friend a knowing look.

"...Okay, okay, and a strawberry shaved ice! I'm completely sugar-high, I admit it!"

"Yuzuki..." Kasumi rolled her eyes then, wondering how the other girl managed to stay so abnormally stick-skinny despite how much sweets she consumed. Kasumi was skinny too, but she did have at least a few womanly lumps, even though she hardly ever ate sweets...

Looking for a change of subject quickly to take some of the shame off of her, Yuzuki then mentioned, "Y-Yes, it sure was nice of Sandy to make those donations! She's really a great woman... But, just... Ugh, can you believe she actually married WAYNE?!"

Kasumi's mouth fell open just a little in shock, and she involuntarily leaned a little closer in without realizing it... "I thought I was the only one who thought that..." Obviously you keep such thoughts to yourself normally... But it was just the two of them here, and Yuzuki was thinking it too...?

The girl with the sea-green hair scooted a few seats closer to Kasumi too, now leaving just a respectful distance between them. "No way, I thought so too! He's seriously crazy! Like he's a good guy, he's not dangerous, he's just crazy! Nothing he does makes sense except for organizing the mail! I guess Sandy must like the wild type, but that cowboy is too wild for me... And he DID try to flirt with me once, before Sandy came along. He wonders why he got a reputation as a playboy but he WAS an awful flirt before he met her! It's one thing to flirt with someone you really like, but when you flirt with every pretty girl you see, and then wonder why you suddenly have so many ardent admirers? Truly, only an insane person would do that and not realized what caused it, I think..."

That was just what Kasumi had been thinking! "I'm glad at least that he seems to be properly devoted to Sandy now... She's an absolute godsend to all of our communities, so she deserves only happiness..."

Yuzuki nodded sagely. "I think so too. But then, we deserve happiness too! We work hard too, right Kasumi? This is really nice. Soaking your muscles after bending over a work-table for hours is nice by yourself, but it's even better when you have a good friend to spend the time with~"

Kasumi smiled appreciatively back at her. "I agree... It's been too long since we talked like this, hasn't it... It was rather hard to see each other for a while there, but... It would be..." Oh dear, that wine was making her blush now too... Yes, the wine... "It would be... V-Very nice, if we could see more of each other!"

Yuzuki blushed deeply at that too. "I'd like that... And..." Kasumi thought she was about to say something deeper and more meaningful, but then... "I'd also like some more sweets..."

Kasumi felt an eye twitch. The girl was insatiable... "Yuzuki, honestly..."

But then the green-eyed girl fixed a stare at her, an extra-open and honest gaze that made Kasumi feel like her own black orbs were magnetically attracted to them... "Honestly, Kasumi..." She repeated back to her coyly. "I want more... But... The sweetest thing I see here is you~"

...WHAT...?

Kasumi was struck with dumbfounded silence for a moment... Then just as suddenly, she erupted into mad giggles. "W-WHAT, Y-YUZUKI, THAT--Y-YOU...! AHAHA... You sounded just like WAYNE there...!" SURELY, since they were just talking about him, Yuzuki was just doing a funny impression of him as a joke... Right...?

Yuzuki blushed and looked down at the water bashfully at that comparison. "Hehe, I guess so... Flirting is harder than it looks, I suppose... I wonder how Wayne manages to get all the girls he says it to take him so seriously..."

Wait... She sounded... Genuinely a little forlorn by that...? "Y-Yuzuki...?"

Their eyes met again. Yuzuki scooted just a fraction of an inch closer, and Kasumi didn't scoot back when she toed into her personal space. "Kasumi... We've always been rather a lot alike, wouldn't you say? I've been wondering for a while... How much more like me you might be...?"

She was leaning ever closer... Kasumi felt no inclination to move away or stop her, the exact opposite in fact... It almost felt like her beauty was drawing her in, like a magnet to metal, until their lips were finally pulled together...

Heaven. Nirvana. Honey-sweetness still clinging to her lips and breath. Such a sticky-sweet breath, like a candy factory in one person's mouth. Normally Kasumi would never seek so much sweetness for herself, but the feelings it was stirring in her belly despite it being just a simple meeting of mouths was leaving her quickly craving more...

Her lips were so soft, moisturized by cherry lip balm... Sweetness on top of sweetness, softness she would now forever be tempted to touch again... She clung to the top of Yuzuki's shoulders, as if she might drown in water half her height if she didn't hold on... And Yuzuki, her hand slid around her waist, to her lower back and then...

Kasumi suddenly gasped and pulled back, looking around. No one was watching for that split moment she'd lost herself, thank goodness, but...

She looked back at Yuzuki... Knowing in an instant, there was no way she was giving this up... But all the same... "W-We can't, at least, not here..."

Yuzuki nodded right away, just as reasonable as her, but also just as eager to proceed. "No, of course not... And, we couldn't go back to my place either, since my grandparents live there too, but... We -could- tell them we decided to have a sleepover at your place, and we could be alone there... What do you say, Kasumi...?"

Say? Was she even capable of speech anymore...? Almost mute, her mouth began to move, but very little sound was coming from her shocked self. "Ah, I-I...?"

Yuzuki quickly let go of her, and looked away. "Unless I was mistaken... I-In which case, I'm sorry, and I'll leave you alone--"

Reflexes quick as lightning and her grip much stronger than Yuzuki's, Kasumi quickly reached in and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back close to her again.  Yuzuki's eyes went wide and her heart skipped a beat as the feminine lady suddenly displayed her strength, holding her tight, their torso's aligned. "...Get what you need, and meet me back at my home in half an hour... Okay?"

Shaking a little, feeling a bit weak in her hold but in a rather delicious way, Yuzuki nodded. She then kissed her once more on the cheek, and got out of the bath to collect her clothes and go home.

Feeling extra naked and exposed even though she was now alone, Kasumi quickly followed suit, putting her kimono back on while shaking like one of the early autumn leaves falling outside...

Was this real...? Was this really real, was this really really about to happen...? Did she perhaps drift off into an extra-realistic dream...?

Well, if she was dreaming, then she was hallucinating... Because it was an hour later than she ever accepted guests, and someone was now knocking at her door...

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Moon Monsters - Chapter 9

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance, Comedy Rating: M Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (stay safe!!), knotting, mild language Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: werewolf!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for GOT7. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: Major crap happens in this chapter, gang. Be prepared. XD

Tagging: @och-ako @jiminnies-baby @justbangtanandjams @lizardsocial @breadcaaat @wordsturnintostories @jennierubyjane0116

Summary: You’re the CEO’s new personal assistant. But there’s something strange about him and the company you work for.

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You had to admit, waking up and not feeling like death itself was really really nice. There was no hard of breathing or body aches. It was nice......but it confused you greatly. People don’t just magically get over something like what you had overnight. You were practically on your death bed less than 24 hours ago and now you’re waking up in bed feeling amazing. Made no sense at all.

At the time, yesterday, you didn’t really question it. You were just so overjoyed to have your boyfriend back that it was all you could think about. But now that you’ve had time to get some good sleep and rest up, your mind is more clear and you’re starting to question things.

None of it made sense. Now that you were thinking about it, you’d have to ask Jungkook why he was licking you just yesterday evening. He had mentioned something about needing to be cleaned......Yeah. There were lots of questions and absolutely no answers. You let out a sigh as you stared at the wall of your boyfriend’s bedroom.

And then it hit you.

“Shi---- Work! I have to go to work!”

“Yah yah. Pipe it down, woman. Get over here.”

Suddenly, you were tugged down from your sitting up position to where you were now being spooned. Spooned by your very handsome and extremely warm boyfriend. Dang. He was like a space heater. Whining softly, you tried to wiggle out of his hold as you spoke up in a tone to match your soft sounds of complaint,

“Kookieeee. I have to get ready for work. I’m already late! Namjoon is g----”

“Namjoonie hyung already knows you’re not coming in today because you’re sick. You’re still recovering from your illness.”

When you were finally allowed to move, you rolled over onto your other side and naturally gave him a look of complete and utter confusion. He grinned from his laying position in bed next to you and added in further explanation,

“I called hours ago and told him you were still feeling unwell. He knows it’s a lie but because he’s the coolest boss ever, he’s granting us the day together.”

Well......It wasn’t a lie. You guys really did have an amazing boss. Namjoon was a great man and you were eternally grateful that he was your man in charge. Still feeling a little stunned, you blinked at your boyfriend as your head rested on the pillow. Humming in thought while you mulled everything over in your head, you eventually spoke up and said softly,

“Well.......If he’s okay with it.”

“He’s absolutely okay with it. And Jimin hyung has already taken care of your time sheet for you too. All is good, babe. You can relax now.”

Grinning even wider with a mischievous glint in his dark doe eyes, he pulled you back into his chest where you playfully whined in his face. Only halfheartedly wiggling this time around, you spoke up in a whining tone once more,

“Yaaaah. You’re too warm. I’m gonna get all sweaty and gross.”

“That’s just when we take a shower together.”

“Pffft. In your dreams, pal. Besides. I need to clean and tidy up the apartment. I really let it go this week with being sick and all.”

‘This is it, kid. She’s going to start nesting. She feels it. She feels that need to clean the den and prepare it for pups. Our pups.’

Jungkook had to bite back a groan of arousal as his member twitched ever so slightly. The mere idea of you preparing the apartment and nesting. Dear god you would look adorable all round and plump full of his pups. Who was he to deny your natural instincts? Smiling more warmly and hoping you hadn’t felt his arousal, he nodded and spoke casually while running his fingers through your bedhead,

“Very well, beautiful. Do what you need to do. But just know this is our day. Our weekend starts now. We have the next three days together. No work, no stupid people, no distance. Just us. Right here in our cozy apartment.”

“Our cozy apartment will be even better once I clean it. But I know you ended up cutting your vacation short because I got sick. So please don’t feel the need to stick around or anything. If there’s something you’d like to go out and do or----”

The rest of your sentence became muffled and quickly silenced when you suddenly felt a pair of soft lips molding against your own. You could feel the way he was kissing you that it was with purpose. Despite your guys’ morning breath, you eagerly kissed him back; mewling against his lips. Your hands found his chest and you gently clawed at the skin there; normally looking for a t-shirt to fist.

“Mmm. Babe. I gotta get up and clean. The place is so messy.”

You were surprised when he actually listened and pulled away from your lips completely. Staring into each other’s eyes, you almost felt a little intimidated by him. His stare was so intense but you couldn’t figure out what was going through his mind. Eventually he spoke up as he said softly,

“Just know that you did nothing wrong, okay? It was stupid of me to think I could go on this vacation and not miss you like crazy. But don’t worry, love. It’s not going to happen again. Next time, you’re coming with me. I promise you that. Right here with you is where I want to be.”

A sly smirk suddenly formed on his face while rolling the two of you over till he was now caging you in under his body. His nose gently nuzzling your own as he spoke an octave lower,

“Why else do you think I’m trying to keep you here in this bed.....my bed.....all to myself? Hmm?”

Dear god Jeon Jungkook was going to be the death of you. He was. You suddenly felt really really warm and the bulk of that heat was pooling to your core at a rapid speed. Embarrassingly enough, your walls clenched around nothing as your mind went wild; laying there underneath your fine piece of boyfriend. Wow. Wow wow.

Meanwhile, Jeon Jungkook was suffering. You smelled so good and the slick you were producing did not go by unnoticed as his canine nose was extremely sensitive. Even more now that he was going through heat. Oh yes. He was suffering. That arousal from earlier was growing and he couldn’t stop his erection at this point. He was beyond self control. Well mostly. Otherwise he would have started devouring you seconds ago.

“Can we just-----Have a little bit of fun first? Before you go all nesting and stuff.”

“Ne-Nesting??? It’s not nesting! I’m just----I’m just cleaning. There’s a difference.”

The male flashed you one of his signature bunny smiles as he watched you get all flustered once more. You were so cute all pouting and blushing like that. It was amazing how you still hadn’t caught on. Well.....that probably just meant you didn’t believe in such things as werewolves and magic. He couldn’t blame you, really.

You couldn’t help it. When you hear the word nesting, it makes you think of......kids. Was that what your boyfriend thought of too when he said it? Was he thinking about kids.....already??? Nah It had to be the slip of the tongue. Had to be. It was probably just the first word that came to his mind.....Right???

Gulping more audibly than you meant to, you stared up at him and noticed he was eyeing you up and down. Practically undressing you with his eyes. Eventually locking your gaze with his, it was then that he finally spoke up.

“We don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. I know we just became an official couple and all. I don’t want to move too fast for you. The last th----”

“I want it.”

You only gave a short few seconds pause before adding,

“I want this. And I want you.”

Silence filled the bedroom as the two of you stared into each other’s wide eyes. Both of you were just as shocked by your words with his doe eyes searching your face for something. Perhaps it was a trace of doubt or maybe he thought you were feeling pressured into saying such things. Not wanting there to be any such doubt, you quickly explained.

“I want to be with you in every way. Jungkook, I spent days looking the other way and trying to avoid these feelings that confused me for so long. I wasted a lot of precious time and I don’t want to lose another second.”

Your words touched him in all the right ways. His heat may be controlling most of his actions and words, but his heart was swelling with happiness. You wanted him. You wanted to be with him just as much as he wanted to be with you. Smiling a small, and perhaps sly smile, he replied softly with confidence,

“And you don’t have to. Not anymore.”

The next thing you knew, there was a clashing of lips, tongue, and teeth. His eagerness nearly took your breath away as his tongue shoved it’s way into your mouth to meet your own in a playful battle of dominance. Of course with him having caught you off guard, it was easy to overpower you and take control of the kiss. Not that you minded.

This was it. This was happening. Jungkook could feel his control slipping as his wolf practically begged to be let out. Mate. Mate mate mate mate mate. That was the only thing on the poor boy’s mind right now. Not exactly how he imagined having his first time with you.

Gosh your skin was so soft and your smell was intoxicating. Even more so with how drunk he was with heat. He could smell the slick you were producing and dear god he was going to lose it. If this was how you smelled, image how you’d taste. His mouth watered just thinking about it.

His lips traveled from your own, down to your jawline and further south to your neck. Oh how he wanted to mark you and make you his officially. In human respects, you were very official. But from a wolf’s point of view, you were still a free agent to any other canine. Something that made Jungkook’s hair stand on end and making him extremely territorial.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good, pet. Gonna fill you with my pups.”

Oh shit.

Yeah. Control was definitely hanging by a thread. The young man froze as he had his nose pressed into your neck; caging you in under his body. Fear was an emotion that was new to Jungkook, honestly. There was very little in life that actually scared him. But right now, in this moment as he towered over you, he was literally scared stiff.

“Uuhhh......”

“Aigoo. I didn’t realize you were into role play, Kookie. So if we’re talking pups, does that make me your bitch?”

Oh dear lord. That went straight to his cock. You were too busy grinning up at him to notice the twitch in his length. Okay so the moment was extremely bittersweet for him. He didn’t blow his cover but also you thought he was just into role playing. Gosh if only you knew the truth. He was so close to just outing himself right then and there.

“Damn right, you are. You’re my bitch who I’m going to breed. You’ll look so beautiful all swollen and plump. These breasts full of milk for our offspring.”

It was amazing how natural those words came to him. Perhaps Jungkook himself was no longer a pup. He was a young man who was going to start a beautiful family with you. You, his beautiful she-wolf. He wondered what color of fur you’d have when he goes to turn you. Of course that was under the impression the two of you made it that far.

His words must have turned you on just as much as they did him because he could smell a fresh batch of slick dripping between your thighs. Now it was his turn to grin down at you as you blushed a pretty shade of pink. Not wanting to let this opportunity pass, the dominating side of him came out as he asked teasingly,

“You like that idea, pet? You want to have my pups? You want me to breed you?”

“Yes. Yes, please. I want to have your babies. All of them.”

You weren’t going to lie, you had already had plenty of daydreams about carrying his children. You wanted a family and you wanted it with Jungkook. But of course the rational side of you knew that it was way too early to be seriously considering children. Hence why you were on birth control. Not to mention you two weren’t even engaged yet. You just started your relationship but for some reason you were just so......sure. You were sure about Jungkook. Did that make sense?

“Then all my babies you shall have, my love.”

He wanted to take you right then and there. Just flip you over and start plowing you from behind. But he knew you’d need to be prepped first. Despite the fact that you were literally dripping all over the bed sheets. Besides......He wanted a taste before he had his way with you.

“But first, I need to get you ready.”

“Baaabe.....I’m dripping. I’m ready. Don’t make me wait!”

Gosh you were so cute when you whined like that. All needy and begging for him. Grinning with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he slowly crawled down your body till he was right where he wanted to be; between your legs with his face mere centimeters from your dripping core.

“But first----This has got to go.”

You watched with building anticipation as he carefully tugged off your matching panties from your babydoll nightie set. The cool air of the bedroom hit your core and you immediately clenched around nothing; causing slick to ooze down between your folds. This definitely didn’t go by unnoticed as a loud groan filled the room.

“God, babe. I bet you taste delicious. Forgive me. I can’t wait any longer.”

It was a bit surreal to realize you were about to do the dirty with your coworker. But something told you it would be even more odd when it came time for you both to go back to work. What would happen to your working relationship? Would things be different? Would you be able to keep things professional? All those thoughts left you when you suddenly felt a hot, wet muscle swipe up your folds.

“Eyes on me, my pretty pet.”

The predatory look in his eyes had your walls clenching around nothing once more. Ugh. You just wanted him in you.....now. But you did as he ordered and watched him as he once again leaned in and swiped his tongue up between your folds; catching all your slick that had collected over the last several minutes. Upon tasting you, you watched him shut his eyes and a long, drugged out moan filled the bedroom.

“You taste amazing. Better than I could have imagined. I’m going to devour you, babe.”

Meanwhile, you were quickly turning into a heaving mess. It was hard to watch him when your chest kept rising and falling like that. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked down at the scene between your legs and spoke between heavy breaths,

“Yes. Please. Ruin me, baby. I want it so bad.”

That was when you watched him grip the back of your knees so that he could swing your legs over his shoulders; your heels gently digging into his bare back. Spreading your thighs further apart, it allowed him more room for his next attack. You subconsciously licked your dry lips as your eyes never left him; watching his every move like a hawk which he loved.

Not wanting to send your body into some kind of state of shock, he eased forward and gave a tentative lick up your folds. Once he was sure you’d be good, he gained more confidence and dove right in. It was like he was a man starving. Which, in a way, wasn’t far from the truth. He had gone all week of his heat without any relief. Well now it was time.

“Oh god. You taste so good. I could eat you out for hours and still want more.”

Meanwhile, you were a hot mess. Your body shivered and your thighs shook as he continued to taste you. Your hips would buck whenever his tongue brushed up against your sensitive clit. No longer able to hold yourself up, you fell back against the sheets with your head cradled by pillows. It wasn’t till he suddenly added two fingers that you started moaning uncontrollably.

Using the two fingers in a scissoring motion, he helped stretch you out while still pleasuring the both of you. He wasn’t kidding when he said he could sit here and taste you for hours and hours. You were so tight too; it had to have been awhile since you last had any kind of real relief. Not that he was judging. It just meant you’d be extra tight for him which he loved.

Your breathing had long become labored. It had been so long since you last had sex that honestly you had almost forgotten how wonderful it could feel. So naturally it didn’t take long for your first orgasm to build. That time was only growing shorter when he started pumping those two digits and curved them at just the right angle to find your spot. That spot. The one where you saw stars constantly exploding in your vision and jolts of pleasure ran up and down your spine.

“Kook----I’m not gonna last----Ah god!”

But he never responded. At least not vocally. No. Jungkook simply picked up the pace as he started sucking on your clit harder and nearly ramming his fingers into you; adding a third finger to boot. The squelching sounds his fingers made were embarrassing to your ears and made you cover your face with both arms. But to him it sounded sexy as hell because it meant he was doing a good job.

He could feel your walls starting to clench uncontrollably around his fingers and that only egged him on to finish you off. To tip you over the edge so that you could fall into a state of pure bliss. He wanted to make his mate feel just as amazing as she made him feel. And that was when he heard you screaming his name.

“Jungkook! I’m cumming!”

Again, the young man remained silent as he worked his lover over; milking you for all you were worth. He loved the feeling of your body shaking under his fingertips while your walls tried to suck his three digits in even further like your life depended on it. He could only imagine what you’d do when it was his cock making you feel this good.

Meanwhile, you were in a state of pure euphoria. Your vision having gone white when your orgasm hit you like a semi truck. The thing about Jungkook, he knew how to help you ride out your orgasm rather than just suddenly stopping once you hit your peak of pleasure. He seemed like a real natural so you wondered if he had done this before.

Truth be told, Jungkook was a virgin but one would never know it. He had plenty of opportunities to relieve himself with other packs’ females during his heats, but he had always insisted on his first time being with his mate. For a young one, he was quite traditional and old fashioned. Something that his pack leader Namjoon was fond of.

Like a good mate, the young man was diligent in cleaning you up. He knew you’d be a bit sore so he slowly licked at your swollen lips and did his very best to soothe you after coming down from your first high. He could hear your breathing heavy but trying to even out and your heart was trying to get back to a normal rate.

“Wow. That was amazing, Kook. I didn’t even know orgasms could feel like that.”

Okay. Now that took him by surprise. Suddenly stopping, his head popped up between your legs and honestly the sight was kind of comical. The look of complete surprise and confusion on his face was priceless. Blinking his doe eyes, he asked hesitantly,

“What?”

Your face had already been pretty flushed from the warm up round, but now you were blushing for an entirely different reason. Trying to not shy away from the eye contact, you swallowed dryly and said timidly,

“Yeah.....My past partners.....They um.....Well let’s just say they were all take and very little give.”

To your great surprise, you heard a growl. A growl. It sounded so.....menacing. You felt your body turn a bit cold and you looked to see the expression on your boyfriend’s face. He looked absolutely furious. It actually made you quite nervous.

‘Ease, kid. You’re scaring her. I know it’s infuriating but just remember, she’s ours now and no one else’s. We’re the ones taking care of her now. Just relax. Breathe.’

Taking deep breaths to help calm himself down, Jungkook shut his eyes tight but only for a moment. Finding his inner peace as best he could given the circumstances, he finally locked eyes with you once more and spoke softly.

“That’s horrible. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Whether it be sex or making love, it should still be an intimate act where both partners feel good at the end, not just one.”

Wow. You were in shock. You had no idea that Jungkook felt that way. In fact, you were impressed that he distinguished a difference between what was considered having a simple, clean and cut good time and what was considered something deeper with more meaning to it. And with that in mind you finally said with a soft voice,

“Make love to me, Jungkook.....Please......I want it.......I want you. All of you.”

It was like something in him had snapped. There you were, there you lay. His mate in all her half naked glory. The love that swirled in both of your eyes was intense and neither one of you wanted to break the connection. Licking his lips and trying not to let the beast within out, Jungkook said just as softly,

“Then roll over for me, pet. And I’ll give you every inch of me and all my love along with it.”

You wasted absolutely no time in following his request. Although you did take a moment to rid yourself of the last article of clothing you had on. Your body was slick with sweat and any kind of clothing was now considered more than uncomfortable. With you now laying on your stomach, you heard a low groan along with sounds of fabric rubbing against skin come from behind you.

“Have you always had such a nice ass or have I just now started paying attention?”

The snort that left you was accompanied by a wide smile and a look of great amusement on your face. Turning your head to try and glance over at him from behind you as best you could, you ended up propping yourself up on your elbows and replied casually,

“I personally felt that my ass has always been nice. But who’s to say, you know?”

“Well I say it’s absolutely amazing. And it’s all mine.”

A small yelp of surprise mixed with pain filled the room when you suddenly felt a large hand make contact with your left cheek. The urge to rub the sore spot on your bum was strong but your lover beat you to it. That same large and warm hand started to rub the spot soothingly.

“Feels amazing too. But enough of that. It’s time, pet. Time for me to fill you with all my pups.”

You instantly became tense but in all the best ways. Anticipation. There you were with your perky bum up in the air and ready for him. You could feel your arousal trying to run down your inner thighs. The sight your boyfriend had......you could only imagine the look on his face but you never looked back to find out. To try and entice him, you wiggled your bum a bit.

However, all that got you was another slap to the butt cheeks. Granted it wasn’t as hard but the surprise of it still caused a squeak to leave your lips. Looking back over your shoulder, you could see Jungkook staring down at you with dark eyes. It was like he was possessed by his lust. Kind of sexy, really. You watched him make a hand motion for you to face forward again and so you did.

That was when he really took you by surprise.

Perhaps you were a little biased, but it felt like his member was made for you. The stretch was, dare you say, delicious. He had just the right girth and his length reached the deepest part of you that no other man had ever managed before. Wow. Like really wow.

Despite his lust, he was a true gentleman and stayed still while fully sheathed inside you; your walls already trying to suffocate him. Dear god you felt amazing. He couldn’t wait to mate with you and finally make you his. Granted he had already imprinted on you but still. It was then that your shaky voice drew him out of his thoughts.

“Yo-Y-You can mm-mo-oove now, K-Kook.”

Still being gentle, the young male let out a shaky breath of his own as he slowly eased himself out till only his tip remained and carefully slid forward once more. He knew he was slightly larger than normal males and it had been awhile for you so he wanted to take it easy on you......this time.

After awhile, your moans intermingled with his own as you felt the pain from the stretch slowly turning into a deep seeded pleasure. No longer distracted by said pain, you were slowly becoming more aware of everything else. Like the way his fingers dug into your hips; controlling your movements as he needed. You became increasingly aware of just how big he really was and it made your mouth water.

“God, Kook, you feel so good. Faster. Please.”

“You want it faster? You like it rough, my pretty pet? You want my bruises to remind you of who you belong to? Hmm?”

“Yes! God, yes! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes! Please!”

It was amazing how.....needy you were. Perhaps greedy was a more appropriate word. Yes. You were greedy for his cock.  Never before had anyone made you feel this good. Just then, you felt him picking up his pace and the moan you released was both loud and wanton. If it hadn’t been for both your hands being preoccupied gripping the bed sheets, you would have tried covering your mouth.

You were absolutely beautiful when you begged like that. If you kept behavior like this up, Jungkook wasn’t going to last long. Then again, who could blame the poor kid after the rough week he’s had? He’s waited all week for this and now the moment was finally here. The moment he would finally mate with his beautiful she-wolf and breed her like she was meant to be.

“That’s it, beautiful. Moan for me. Scream for me. Cum for me!”

You were definitely close. There was no doubt about it. With the way he was hitting you in all the right places; finding your g-spot like he had known where it was all along. That painful knot in your lower belly was tight but it was like there was something stopping you from tipping over the edge. Something was holding you back from falling into pure bliss.

Sensing just as much, your boyfriend knew exactly what you needed. Like a good mate, he released one of his bruising hands from your hips and nimble fingers were swift as they found their target. Your clit. Drawing figure eights over your sensitive bundle of nerves, he could only hope he would send you to Heaven and back.

Suddenly, your moans turned into screams as you started clawing at the sheets instead of merely tugging on them. It was amazing. You had turned practically wild with overwhelming pleasure and Jungkook’s inner wolf was here for it. He was here for all of it. His tail wagging like a happy pup.

‘She’s beautiful, kid. She’s taking us so well. Look at her! I bet her howls will be just as gorgeous as she is!’

But the poor boy wasn’t really listening. He was too busy chasing his own high. He was so close! Sweat practically poured down his toned body as he was finally about to relieve himself of his painful heat. Feeling you spasm around his length finally broke him and he let out a roar of pleasure as his thrusting grew sloppy and his fingers left your clit to grip your hip once more.

With one final thrust, Jungkook completely sheathed himself inside you and let his seed coat your walls and fill your womb. Wow. Wow wow. How he had managed to go so long without feeling this kind of euphoria was beyond him. This was way better than his past heats when he’d have to try and relieve the pain himself.

The two of you were basking in the after glow of bliss. You with your face and lower body long planted into the sheets; your body too exhausted to keep itself up on it’s own. Your ragged breathing muffled from the fabric. Jungkook held you firmly in place so that he could soak up this amazing feeling and accomplishment. He had finally mated with the woman he was fated with. All was good.

That is.......till another canine attribute of his decided to make itself known.

‘Oh shit.’

As you laid there trying to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm, you felt something......happening.....And it confused you greatly. Something painful was happening down where your bodies were still connected. Eyebrows knitting together in said confusion, your body instinctively tried to move away from whatever was causing it discomfort.

However, your boyfriend’s grip only grew tighter as he gently shushed you in what was meant to be a soothing fashion. Despite his attempt to try and distract you with peppered kisses to your back, the pain was growing worse. It felt like something was expanding and was trying to rip your vagina down the middle. In a strained voice, you spoke.

“K-Kook. Wh-What’s-----God what’s happening!? What’s going on!? Why does it suddenly hurt!?”

“Shhh. It’s okay, beautiful. It’ll be over soon. I promise. Let me move us so that we’re more comfortable.”

He had completely forgotten about his knot. So consumed by his heat that he never even thought about having to explain that part of his canine nature. Even the cover-up of role playing couldn’t explain that. Talk about a bittersweet moment.

Your soft whimpers of pain broke his heart as he laid the two of you on your sides; you basically becoming the little spoon and he the big spoon. You felt one of his hands on your lower stomach and couldn’t believe how.....full it felt. Was that from his cum?! You were all kinds of confused and mentally in a frenzy while he laid there behind you trying to soothe you in any way he could.

“Babe......I........I have a confession to make........”

“I swear, Kook. If you tell me this was all just for a chance to get in my pants and that you’re breaking up with me, I’m gonna throw hands! I’ll cut your balls off and make you eat them! I’ll----”

“I’m a werewolf.”

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“What???”

[kaioken16]

Candy Time (Mallek Week Day 6)

Day 6: Trickster!Mallek for @mallekweek. I had fun writing this short piece. A little late because of work all day, and last night I was drunk for my 25th XD. Anyway, the plot of this fic is MSPA reader encountering a recently turned Trickster Mallek who is eager to turn his friend to his new way of thinking with Zack on his way to help them...

Some notes, one of my headcanons for the MSPA is that their non-binary and uses they/them, so I’ll be referring to them as such.

I’ve also attached a google doc link since I’ve added colour to Trickster!Mallek’s lines.

Word count: 1384 Rating: Everyone Characters: Mallek Adalov, MSPA reader, OC

The player was lying face down on the ground. Slowly moving around, regaining their consciousness. The area they were in something out of a sugar-filled dream. The ground was rainbow colours, the sky was purple and pink clouds. Objects that looked like skittles were floating around the air. Actually, there was candy of all kinds scattered around the floor, hovering the air. But just ahead of the player, just out of their reach was a radio, and like them, it was out of place with this candy land. Just then it went off, a buzzing noise which made the small being, groan out. Finally, he was awake, lifting his head up slowly. Their vision blurry at first, rubbing their head in slight pain.

Where the hell are they? and why was all bright and colourful… A pair of shades and some painkillers would be REAL helpful right about now. Staggering to their feet, and getting a better view of their unknown surroundings. They weren’t on Earth anymore. Or Alternia for that matter. Was this a place like Prospit and Derse, with the abstract colours and shit. The sound of feedback coming from the radio walkie-talkie which caught their attention. They remember now, they got this from Zack. Picking it up and then pressed the button on the side, and spoke softly into it.

Hello?

They answered the voice on the other end of the device. Greeting them.

Oh good, you’re still alive, and you sound normal too.

This was Zack’s voice, and what did he mean he still sounded normal? What’s was going on, where are they exactly?

Alright listen to me, I don’t have too much time so please listen carefully.

You and Mallek stumbled onto a certain object, it looks like a lollypop with a red and green swirl.

Wait, Mallek was somewhere here?! Where is he? Why wasn’t he here with him?

Listen to me, until I find a way to retrieve you guys, don’t touch anything!

Don’t eat any of the candy whatsoever!

And if you find Mallek, stay away from him until the trickster mode wears off.

Trickster mode? What was he talking about… Why did he have to keep away from Mallek.

Just one hour, you have to keep hidden for an hour, stay low. You’re good at that.

D-Don’t let Mallek find you, or touch you okay.

Wait, what’s actually going on right now?! Zack wasn’t being clear to him, and they had more questions, then suddenly static was coming through the device.

Shit! I’m getting interference… S-S-Stay…!>!> Af-Afterr///-

Before Zack could finish the radio cut out. The player began smacking his hand against the side of the device. Looking around again for any sign of his friend, nothing but candy and flashing colours. Quietly sighing, putting the radio away in their hoodie pocket. They began walking, deciding to venture around this place while taking Zack’s warning to keep hidden and to stay keep hidden from Mallek while looking for him. How did they and Mallek even get here? The last thing they remembered was the three of them on Zack’s ship. While the human was working on something, Mallek and they were going through the stuff Zack had stored on the ship from his travels across the multiverse.

The duo found a box, it was a small pink treasure chest with several warning labels attached it. So, of course, they and Mallek opened without consequences, there was some kind of explosion, or something big. A blinding white light and then colourful lights, and a sweet smell, then they woke here in this place. Really, they shouldn’t go around possibly dangerous objects that could kill them and their friends. They hoped Mallek is okay wherever he, and that he’s safe. Continuing on for another mile, everything looked the same. Sighing the player sat down on the surprisingly soft ground, they didn’t have a watch so they couldn’t check how long it had been, but it hadn’t long enough to be an hour yet.

Perking their head up, they could’ve sworn they heard something, like a rustling. Crap there weren’t any wild animals here… What kind of creature could survive in this sugar-filled wonderland? They didn’t wanna find out. There it was again, clear now, something was moving through the nearby bushes, then they heard another sound. Something that sent a chill down their spine. Giggling, strange giggling… There was more movement in the bushes and giggling. Foolish they slowly got to their feet, and like a bigger idiot called out the source of the noise, asking whose out there.

At that moment something yellow poked out of the bush, but it was weird… Why did it look familiar, it was like a horn or tooth, but it had some orange rings attached to it. Wait…

“FOUND YA!!!;;;”Mallek popped out the bush, his loud voice and jumping out suddenly made the player fall back in shock. A look of confusion, it was Mallek but he looked different. Really different.

His skin was grey but with a blue hue in it. His hair and clothes were bright blue, all his piercings were orange now, he had swirling marks on his cheeks, and some kind of bottle attached to the side of his head. His eyes were flashing colours, a wide grin on his face as he hopped out of the bush, landing in front of them.

“LIL’ buddy! I've been LOOKING FOR YA!;;;” Mallek’s voice was erratic and wild, as he scooped the player up, holding him under his arms.

“I’M SOOOOOO GLAD I FOUND YOU!!!!!!!;;;” He then started spinning while holding the other, they were trying to ask Mallek was happened to him, and what he was doing.

“FRIEND, NO NEED TO WORRY! THIS IS GOING TO BE A PLEASURABLE EXPERIENCE!!;;;” He leaned in close, sticking his tongue out and winking at the player, What kind of acid trip was this?! Remembering what Zack told him, he couldn’t have direct contact with Mallek.

The player, squirming around in his hoodie, dropping out of it made a run for it, Mallek blinking at the spare hoodie he gave to the other like a cartoon character looked at the now-empty hoodie and his friend running away. He began hovering in the air and flew after the other, looking back to see the colourful horror that Mallek now was coming after him, grinning as wide as he could. Mallek pulled a tall lollipop out of thin air, spinning it around like a weapon. It was red and green and swirling. Shit, why couldn’t Zack have told them more about this, was it some kind of disease, well whatever it was he could let Mallek touch his bare skin or eat any of the candy… But now without their hoodie, they were more exposed.

“COME OOOOONNNNNN!!! DON’T BE SCAREDDDD!!!! JUST ONE LICK OF THIS AND YOU’LL FEEL HAPPY ALL THE TIME!” Mallek yelling out, spinning around in the air.

“OR I LICK YOU, EITHER WAY, SOMETHING GONNA GET LICKED!” The trickster troll added, laughing at his own words.

A distance away, Zack had arrived onto the planet that had been partially transformed by Mallek’s trickster form powers. It was easy to spot on this red planet, with a rainbow spot slowly expanding. He saw Mallek chasing over the player, and a sigh of annoyance left his mouth. Under his arm was the same pink chest that the idiots had opened up, it contained a candy juju that caused a trickster transformation upon anyone who licked it. After they opened it the explosion sent them to this random planet, and Mallek must’ve found the juju and its powerful aura compelled him to lick it resulting in this chaos.

The box was a powerful containment field to keep it sealed forever. All Zack had to do was get a few feet close to Mallek and open the box again and it would suck the cursed juju back inside and revert Mallek back to normal. Easy and simple, but seeing the other being chased all over by the troll made him smirk. He was gonna help them, but not just yet. This could be a learning experience for both of them to leave things alone and not to touch objects that read: DON’T TOUCH!

[kimmysfandomblog]

Oooookay so 3, 10, 11, 12, 17, 32, 38, 39, 42 and that should be enough lol

Oh man XD Thanks so much, Chloe! I think I quite agree, it’s enough :P

I answered 3, 17, and 32 here! And 39 here!

10. Which was your favorite trial from THH?

I think that the 5/6th trial is an obvious one!It was something built up throughout the game (and it gets a bit ridiculoushow many times we hear about “MukuroIkusaba, the 16th student, hidden somewhere in this school. The one theycall the "ultimate despair."” It put’s Naegi’s and Kirigiri’slives on the line, with Naegi ultimately getting chopped off because he got soclose to the truth that the trial was a farce. And then saved, because of luck?He did a good deed and Alter Ego saved him for it? I guess Kirigiri’s optionwas more of a dream ending than anything canon, anyways, so it doesn’t matter.I remember how hyped I was, because for once no one was actually technicallyblackened… no one actually killed anyone since Sakura’s dying wish moved themthat much. I’m still not really fond of some things, like Hagakure thinkingKirigiri was a ghost in the 5th trial? And I have a few otherthings, like how they all decide Naegi was guilty in the first place. Kirigiriwas pushing them to that conclusion so she could show the trial was a farce inthe first place, and she wasn’t expecting the mastermind to cut the trial shortand lie about who killed Mukuro. I still kind of feel pretty bad about thatpart in particular, although she’s clearly super angry it turned out that way,she really didn’t want Naegi to be voted the blackened. The 6thtrial, though, I really liked the reveal of Junko, not even being the “Junko”they met, and how her face was covered in every picture… As a person whostarted off with the anime, I didn’t exactly have time to catch that particulardetail (I should rewatch it sometime honestly, see how much info was reallyleft out). The world being in an apocalypse… a little bit less exciting I guessthan the Junko reveal. And Naegi being proclaimed the Ultimate Hope was cheesy,but kind of expected and in that moment, it was empowering!

(Although it was hard not to say Sakura’s trial for thisquestion, simply because gosh I LOVE Sakura)

11. Which was your favorite trial from SDR2?

I flipflop between trials five and six, honestly XD I’llchoose the 5th Trial though for now! Trial 5 had my top threecharacters playing really important roles, and it made me appreciate Komaedaand Nanami. I was touched Nanami wasn’t really fighting the fact she wasblackened and there was a mystery to her and Komaeda that is unresolved, andeverything about the trial was a rollercoaster of emotions XD This is great forHinata’s character, as well, as he actually is able to understand Komaeda’splan. The trial breaks my heart in how cruel it was to all of the characters,Komaeda dying horrifically through a plan he made himself, and Nanami, a personso against the killing game, ended up killing someone unknowingly… and Hinatahad been so close to Nanami, and probably the closest person to Komaeda on theisland, that it’s hard not to feel bad for him, too, for his losses. Not to saythe others who died were less, just that they weren’t as close to him. And thenof ourse, the actual plan was chaoticgenius. That was a really wild ride of a trial!

12. Which was your favorite trial from V3?

The only one that really held my interest in a more positiveway was probably the fourth one! Because the rules of the virtual world meantthe creators didn’t have to defy actual laws of physics and, well, commonsense, it actually makes sense.Mostly. The one thing that I guess doesn’t is where Kokichi got the flashbacklight? Anything to do with Kokichi leads to plotholes in the story, I swear… Thatand Miu’s partnership with him is ??? Still, I found it to be an emotionaltrial because… it was really not Gonta’s fault even when it was… I really likedhim, he was really sweet.

But yeah, this trial is the only one that I’d say was a goodmurder case in V3, with the others kind of just working through chance? Pureluck? Idk, they were just so weird…

38. Which character doyou feel is too popular amongst the fans, in your opinion?

Ouma… and look, I really don’t hate him at all, but thereasons people say they like him don’tmatch up. “He’s a complex character!” No, he really isn’t… the creators of thegame explained next to nothing about him and his past. Any bit of complexity isprojected thoughts on his character. My prime example is when someone who knowsJapanese had said that Spike Chunsoft had gave a hint that Ouma hatesmurder/killing, which the translators of the game “removed,” when it waseventually proven by native Japanese speakers that there was no suchcomplicated connotation. So everyone to this day keeps spreading this rumoraround that Ouma hates murder/killing as if it was an integral part of his character.

And my honest thoughts on why people like Ouma is… becausehe likes guys and is dismissed by his classmates. He has a crush on Saihara,clearly, and might have had crushes on Rantarou and Momota. His continueddismissal by Saihara and the others serve as the base for people to project their story on Ouma, with them addingmeaning to him to make him out to be a more complex character. They willed him to be important. They ignoredthe plotholes he creates by having knowledge of things we don’t know why heknows, or having a flashback light from a room a keycard opened, which we nevergo to see where that was, or writing a complete script for Momota for the trialin the three hours he had left to live… This isn’t a complex character- this isthe creators of the game making a decision not to explain important details becausethey can get away with it, as he is a liar. The problem with a liar is that younever really know him at all. You canonly guess.

What I dislike about Ouma is the fact that people arepolicing that he is a complex character based on, well, not that much. He doesn’tgive that much, so they make up things to make him seem more complex than heis. The reasons to like him should be his personality, how silly he is, thefact that he’s a great actor… and it can be that you think you can relate tohim. But just in general, I just don’t like the hype around Ouma and peopleputting their noses up at others who have differentinterpretations of Ouma.

42.  How do you feel about the Danganronpafandom as a whole?

The Danganronpa fandom as a whole… it’s done me a lot ofgood, even with all the bad it’s done, too. Through this fandom, I came out ofmy shell. I’ve never been confident enough to write for a fandom and post it. Ihad, once, when I was in middle school, but with a fandom as large as Naruto,the work got drowned out and it wasn’t all that good, honestly, so I nevertried again XD I absolutely would never have created fanart for the fandom,either XD It was rough in the beginning, but I found my artstyle!

But most importantly of all, I’ve met some really incrediblepeople! It’s because of these friendships I’ve made that I got the courage todo more. I could write, I could draw, I could create pixel art, I couldanimate, I could run events and participate in them, I could become a part of azine, and I could mod a zine… All ofthese things I never would have had the courage to do alone. And even outsideof fandom, they would support me, validate my frustrations, congratulate me onmy victories, listen to me, laugh with me…

I met some important people who I’ll never forget. I havefriends who I hope will stick around for long past the fandom. And well, I foundsomeone I actually really love through this fandom as well ^^ (he runs eventswith me on the Hinaegi blog

I’ll admit, my active participationin the fandom is pretty weak these days with me getting sucked into playingPokemon in my free time instead… but Danganronpa’s left its mark. Even with allthe bad of fandom “discourse,” fandom drama, and some really rude people onsome rare occasions, it was worth it to have found the confidence and supportthat I did!

The fandom is far from dead, rude people may still exist,but at least at the moment, I’m pretty comfortable where I am in it with the otherpeople that have made my stay a welcome one!

[mxliv-oftheendless]

Green Wounds, Ch. 5

So my original plan was to have this chapter be when you guys read... maybe my favorite scene to write out by far, heh. But then I wrote out the stuff that came before it, and I realized: it wasn’t working. So my plan has been tweaked: my favorite scene will come next chapter, and you guys get another FILLER! It’s kinda short, but some stuff does happen, just not a lot. Sorry... lol not really XD. I find cliffhangers are more fun when you’re the one writing them lol. 

Anyway, here’s chapter 5. Enjoy!

With the border guards behind him, Starchild quickly spread his authority across the Moors as its new king. He struck fast and he struck hard, ensuring that none of the Fair Folk would dare try to rebel. None of the Fair Folk thought of rebellion to begin with, though—they were all of them so stricken by the sudden, extreme changes in their protector, and when he wasn’t around they silently mourned the loss of the gentle faerie they once knew.

Meanwhile, after completing his consolidation of power, Starchild once again began to send Peter to Jendell to spy on the humans. He knew above all else that he wanted vengeance for what had been done to him—but he also knew that Ace would be expecting such. He would have to wait until the most opportune moment, the moment when Ace’s guard would be completely lowered.

-*-

Starchild managed to wait until Peter landed on the ground to wave his hand, and in a few quick moments Peter was human, sitting hunched over on the ground breathing heavily. “Well?” he asked expectantly.

Peter kept panting, but managed to answer. “The Queen’s… well, she’s… for fuck’s sake, how the hell do birds do this every day?” Starchild exhaled in annoyance and rolled his eyes, making Peter look up at him. “I’m serious! It’s exhausting!”

“I don’t care if you’re going to die from exhaustion,” Starchild snapped. “The Queen is what?”

Peter sighed, but replied. “The Queen’s pregnant,”

Starchild fell silent. His hand tightened over his walking stick, but other that he gave no reaction. He really wasn’t sure of what reaction to give. “… Is she?”

“Yeah, they announced it today.”

His ensuing silence seemed to put Peter on edge. He stood up and eyed him warily. “You, uh… You okay?”

His fist clenched, and after a pause, he replied, “Fine. That’ll be all for now.”

He turned Peter into a cat and Peter bounded off, leaving him alone with his boiling emotions.

Starchild remained where he was in the forest for a long while after that. But none of the Fair Folk, or even the border guards, dared to check on him—the inhuman screams and the sound of exploding wood made them too afraid to do that. 

-*-

A few months after that, Starchild was walking through the forest once more, when the sound of someone—or something—close by made him stop and look around. When his eyes fell on the source, he immediately frowned. “Do you like following me, or do you just like annoying me?”

For there a few feet away from him was the red fox. The fox, as always, stared at Starchild with a tilt of its head, and once again, the faerie felt like he was under intense scrutiny. And he hated it. Not just that, but the fact that it never seemed to leave him alone, no matter how many times he chased it away.

Starchild glared darkly at it, saying nothing but growling in his mind for the fox to go away. He didn’t care if he had to attack it with his magic, he just wanted it to leave him alone.

But the fox did not leave. It kept staring at him, blinking at him, and its look made Starchild think of when he first encountered it a few months ago, months that seemed like a lifetime ago. He thought of how the fox had approached him, stared at him, then leaned in to sniff at him—

A growled escaped his throat, and he bared his gritted teeth at the fox and held out his hand. Dark purple magic burst from his hand and hit the ground right in front of it. The fox jumped and took a step back, then turned tail and ran off. He scowled after it, not even feeling satisfied that he had driven it away. Knowing that damned fox, it would just find him again sometime in the future.

Starchild glared at the retreating animal until it disappeared, then turned and stalked away. God, he hated that fox.

-*-

Autumn turned to winter, and winter turned to spring, and although Peter was spying on the king almost every day, he was always forced to return to Starchild with nothing. For his part, Starchild never showed any disappointment; although, in fairness, he never showed much of anything. His face remained impassive and blunt, like someone had carved it from stone. Unless he was angry about something—the incident with the wood sprites still made Peter wince a bit in sympathy.

Funnily enough, while Starchild seemed content to wait for something to happen, Peter was actually the one growing impatient. One thing he was learning about humans was that they certainly enjoyed taking their time. He had seen pregnant cats before, and although the memory of the birthing process still haunted his nightmares, cats never took as long as humans did. Queen Jeanette had been pregnant for nine months now, and still no baby.

Peter just wanted something to happen, so he could inform Starchild and end this agonizing waiting period. He wasn’t expecting his wish to be granted so soon, though.  

He was in the laundry room, hidden well out of sight as he watched the maids work at spinning wheels. He had learned the hard way to stay well out of sight after getting a broom swung at him one too many times. He really hated brooms…

But anyway, the maids worked, occasionally talking to each other. One thing that caught Peter’s attention was that the night before, Queen Jeanette had retreated into her chambers and midwives had been called. Peter wasn’t sure what midwives were, but at least that was a bit of news he could tell Starchild.

After a couple hours, Peter was debating flying off elsewhere when the door suddenly opened and a chambermaid ran in, smiling excitedly. “The Queen’s given birth!” she exclaimed. “It’s a boy!”

Peter immediately perked up. Now that… that was definitely news.

The other maids perked up as well, gasping in excitement. “It’s a boy!” they tittered to each other. “It’s a boy!”

As they hurried off, no doubt to spread the news to the other servants, Peter spread his wings and flew off out the window. He would stick around for any other news, but he wouldn’t stay any longer than he had to. Starchild would definitely want to know all about this.

-*-

Meanwhile in the Moors, Starchild stood on a cliff, looking out at the place he was now ruling over. Although he was perfectly still, his mind was turning, as it usually was these days, thinking of many things at once. Some of his thoughts involved the Moors, but most involved Ace and his plan for vengeance.

In truth, even after so many months he wasn’t entirely sure of what his plans would involve. All he knew was that he wasn’t going to be like Ace; he didn’t want to swoop in, destroy everything, then disappear without Ace ever knowing what had just happened, although that thought was a nice one. No, that was too quick, too merciful. He wasn’t sure what exactly he would do, but he did know that he wanted to slowly and painfully dismantle everything, until Ace was left with nothing. Then he would either leave Ace alive, or kill him. But he was willing to leave that detail for when it happened. Although, the thought of himself choking the life out of Ace was enough to make Starchild smile maliciously.

He was willing to wait patiently for the right time to proceed in his plans, and as the days passed he was growing ever more certain that the right time was drawing nearer. Even so, he began to feel a flash of impatience whenever Peter came back with nothing to report. He wondered with some cynicism what would happen today, willing to bet that Peter would once again return with nothing.

Incidentally, the thought had just crossed his mind when he spotted a black shape in the distance, flying towards the Moors. Peter. He silently watched Peter as he flew closer, noting that Peter was flapping his wings to fly faster.

Peter flew over his head with a caw and began to swoop down to the ground behind him. When he was close enough to the ground, Starchild waved his hand and turned him back into a man. Peter stumbled, almost falling, before righting himself. He still had to work on landing, it seemed. “Well?” he asked, not waiting for Peter to catch his breath.

Peter panted slightly. “Well, I didn’t see anything, but I heard the servants. The Queen’s given birth… to a boy.”

Starchild fell silent. He knew enough about humans to know what that meant. With a son, Ace now had a legitimate line of succession, a line he (for some reason) would not have with a daughter. “Oh,” was all he could think of to say.

“There’s more,” Peter continued. “There’s gonna be a christening. They say it’ll be a grand celebration.”

“A grand celebration for a baby…” Starchild repeated, his voice thoughtful. Then an idea popped into his head, and his mouth curled into a smirk. Here, at last, was the right time. “How wonderful.”

-*-

It was the same dream again: darkness all around him, Ace laughing at him, his wings chained up behind him. But this time, when Starchild heard that taunting laughter, anger boiled in his veins, and he furiously wiped away his tears. He was not going to cry anymore. He’d spent too long crying over the loss of his wings and the betrayal of this selfish man. Vengeance, his mind hissed. Vengeance…

“You,” he glared up at Ace. “You did this to me. All so you could get everything you’ve ever wanted. You think I’m just going to let you get everything you want?”

Ace kept laughing at him. The taunting laughter bounced off the walls of his skull. His eyes blazing, Starchild stood up and held out his hand. Immediately Ace let out a choking noise, his laughter dying away as dark purple magic wrapped around his throat.

It should have felt wrong to do this… but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt good, oh so good, to choke the life out of him. The feeling of power surging through him, after so much time spent feeling hopeless, was intoxicating. But this was too quick, even if Starchild drew it out as long as he could. No, he wanted Ace to suffer.

“You took everything from me,” Starchild hissed, watching Ace gasp and twitch, eyes rolling back. “And now, I’m going to take everything from you.”

He twisted his hand, and Ace’s heart ripped out of his chest and into his hand. As Ace fell to his knees, Starchild wrapped his fingers around the heart and crushed it, until it was nothing but a fine powder in his hand. And he watched, with a vindictive smile on his face, as Ace collapsed to the ground, dead eyes still wide with shock.

He was still smiling when he opened his eyes.

[giranswife]

More Babies, More Chores

Summary: It’s bed time at the Shirogane household, and that means wrestling with the kids for their baths and last minute chores. There’s a little surprise in store for the couple, who had no idea that they’d have more bodies to attend to in the near future.

W: self-insert x canon, fluff

(( Note: This is the announcement we’ve all been waiting for! Coming soon on March 19th, is our sweet baby girl! We didn’t plan this, but we are super excited for our cutie pie. I might actually have her come a bit earlier in terms of fics, just because I can’t wait that long to write another XD but that is going to be her birthday! This fic also takes place in the summer, because that’s around the time whenever she was technically conceived. This is my self-insert shipped w a canon character. Also let me now if you’d like to be tagged in my next baby and pregnancy fics I make! ))

@self-shipping-angel

The beginning of summer is always an exciting time in our household. Especially with a three year old and two middle schoolers. It’s the time that Ariana and Sage are finishing up their schooling and about to be on their break. It was definitely a lot to handle, but after Hiroshi was born we got into a good groove of things. We were finally figuring out what worked good for us and what was great for the family.

It seemed like we had just such amazing kids. Hiroshi was definitely a bigger handful than Ariana was, and definitely a lot more playful than Sage at times. But he just has so much personality that I love so much. I want him to embrace that, especially since it’s mainly just about him being a happy baby.

He’s also using his words a lot, which warms my heart. Shiroe works with him constantly just like he did the twins, and I can just see how curious and fun loving of a child he’s going to be. Just by how he’s constantly looking at the world around him. I couldn’t imagine having such a full life before than I do right now with my babies.

Tonight was the first of many nights of the summer, which meant that none of the kids wanted to go to bed or get ready for bed. Ariana is the worst at this, just wanting to spend more time with me and her dad. But we still wanted to keep them on a schedule, especially with them still being young.

After dinner we let the twins watch a movie with us, and Hiroshi mainly played on the ground in front of me. Sometimes Ari would jump down to play with him or he’d climb up onto the couch to sit in my lap. It was pretty much a nice, calm time with the family. But once it was over it was time to get ready for bed.

Which is my favorite time of the day.

“Alright, who’s getting a bath first?” I asked, clapping my hands just as Shiroe turned back on the lights.

Ariana pushed out her bottom lip, standing up on the couch beside me.

“But Mooommmyyyy-”

“No buts, sweetie! It’s getting late, and you guys still need your baths!”

“Don’t worry, princess. We can watch two movies tomorrow, how does that sound?” Shiroe asked, ruffling her hair.

She giggled, fixing it and mumbling about him messing it up like she always does.

“Can we watch Rapunzel?”

“Of course, we can watch whatever you two want!”

She squealed happily, jumping down and zooming towards the bathroom before I could even ask Sage. Shouting behind her that she was going first and not to let anyone help her. She was getting to the point where she wanted to do just about everything on her own, unless it was having to do with anyone else. With us she is just super hyperactive and silly, which is what I love about my little lovebug.

Shiroe cracked the bathroom door behind her, making sure that if she needed us at all we would hear her.

“What about me?” Hiroshi asked, tugging on my pant leg that dangled from the side of the couch.

I felt like he wasn’t as worried about the bath as he was that Ariana was doing something that he wasn’t.

“You’ll get a bath after Sagey, baby,” I said, poking his nose, “He’s bigger so it’ll be faster. Do you want Mommy to bathe you or Daddy?”

“I want you.”

“Alright, well, looks like I’m on bath duty.”

I giggled, standing up and giving Shiroe a little smile.

My dead felt a little dizzy from standing up too fast, and I felt all of my dinner settle in my stomach. I knew it was only a matter of time before I got nauseous again. It was a good thing, though, because it reminded me of something that I needed to do tonight once the kids went to bed.

I was a little nervous to tell Shiroe what was going on, considering I wasn’t for sure. And I didn’t know how I was going to tell him until I knew for sure. It wasn’t that I thought he’d be upset, more like I just knew we weren’t expecting it.

“Oh, baby,” I said, holding my stomach as I felt it churn a bit, “I forgot to finish the laundry, could you do that for me while I get the kids ready for bed?”

“Sure thing.”

He gave me a kiss on the forehead, leaning down to kiss Hiro on the top of the head.

“There’s quite a bit, though. I tried to do a majority of it, but I forgot when I started dinner.”

“No worries, sweetheart. I’m happy to help.”

He walked passed the two of us to get my basket that I left in our bedroom, and I tidied up the living room and left Sage to play with Hiro. Hearing the two of them chatting together was always adorable. I knew that Sage, even at a young age, was worried that he wouldn’t be a good older brother. But he was the best.

Him and Ari both are the best siblings to Hiro. She tries to help me, even though she’s still small herself. If she wasn’t taking a bath she’d want to help me bathe Hiro or have them take a bath together.

Shiroe walked back into the living room with the basket, that was a lot more full than I expected. I felt a little bad that I had forgotten to finish a load, knowing that a family as big as ours wasn’t easy. But it was me who usually did the laundry before he came home, so I guess it was only fair.

“I’m sorry again, baby,” I mumbled.

He shook his head, “It’s fine, Ashley. Really.”

He chuckled a little, adding on at the end as he passed me.

“At least this is the biggest that it’s going to get.”

I pursed my lips.

I had to tell him. I couldn’t just let him say that and not make a comment.

Turning around, I gave a little giggle as my face turned red. It was really a big, dead give away. And if Shiroe was looking at me, then he would have noticed.

“Yeah, uhm… about that…” I mumbled, turning around to walk away.

Shiroe practically dropped the basket in his hands, fumbling a bit and I was rushing towards the bathroom to check on Ari. It was more about me just wanting to be cheeky than anything else. I really didn’t want to start it all this way, but it was better than waiting.

“Ashley… what does that mean?” He asked.

“Huh? What?” I asked, “Ari, baby, you okay?”

“Yes, Mommy. I’m almost done.”

“Ashley…. Ashley!”

Swallowing hard, I spun around and slowly shut the door behind me. Shiroe turned around to look at me, lifting his brows and I almost lost it. I gave him a little motion to my stomach, shrugging my shoulders a bit. Hopefully he would get the idea, and I almost giggled when I saw the color drain from his face.

We didn’t want to say anything around the kids, so Shiroe basically followed me around trying to get me to say something. I kept telling him I didn’t know about the bun in my oven and I had to check it later. Which was a really funny thing to do with him. He didn’t really say anything other than that I needed to tell him when I checked.

The rest of the time that I got the kids ready for bed it was tough. Because I was so anxious to finally take a test. I’ve been having similar symptoms to my other pregnancies, and I just knew that I was pregnant. But I needed to be sure.

Finally, Shiroe and I were done with the rest of the chores and we both laid the kids down for bed. Ariana and Sage were still sharing a room for now until we could move into a bigger place, which would hopefully be soon. Though, if we have another baby on the way… we’d need a bigger house than that. An actual house, but in all honesty my dream home would be enough.

I sat down on my bed after the bathes and the tuck ins, pregnancy test in hand. I was waiting patiently to look at it, nervous that it wouldn’t be what I wanted it to. Shiroe didn’t seem to talk much, but he squeezed my hand so tightly. It was very comforting, and I could tell he was just anxious as I was.

“I know we said that we weren’t going to have another…”

“We did, but… another wouldn’t be so bad.”

Shiroe smiled a bit, and I could see the happiness in his face. He was the exact same as me. We didn’t expect to have another child and we were fine with our kids now, but that didn’t mean we weren’t excited. We loved our kids and we always wanted a big family. It was just a lot bigger than we originally planned.

It just means more love.

“Alright… time’s up,” I mumbled.

I shoved the stick in his face, sheilding my eyes.

“Baby, you look at it first. I can’t do it.”

“I can’t look at it first!”

“Baby! Pleaaassseeeee??”

“Okay, okay.”

He took it from my hands and I waited with my hands covering my face.

Shiroe paused for several seconds, not saying a single word. It made me very nervous, and I could barely contain the shaking of my hands and entire body. I hated the silence, and I just wanted to know what was going on.

“Shiroe? What is it?”

I slowly uncovered my face, glancing over at him and meeting his eyes.

“Am I…”

He nodded, a smile forming on his face.

“We’re gonna have another baby?” I asked, my eyes watering a bit with tears.

“Yeah, sweetheart… Yeah, we are.”

I pressed my forehead against his, closing my eyes and pulling him closer into a hug.

Even though just a few short days ago we never dreamed of this, I was still more than happy. We were both going to have another baby together. Our family was just getting bigger, and we were the luckiest in the world in that moment.

[run-stray-wolf]

I have a question. How do you stick to one things without losing motivation? I tried to make comics in the past, but I always ended out of giving up. Do you have any advice?

Oh boy... Where should I start! Firstly I gave up on many comics!!! :D I started making comics when I was 19 years old, so 7 years ago. And I abandoned all of them. I made this account in 2014, because I found an anime I really loved. (Hunter x Hunter) And I think that is my key for not giving up, that I found something I really LOVED! I was thinking about it all day all night, dreaming about it, even when I was awake. And I’m still working on that comic even after 4 years. So yeah, if you’d like to know my opinion, you have to love something so much that it becomes a part of your life. (or whole in my case XD) And there is a really important thing too. I associate music with things I love. So for example my Jacksepticeye music is: Coldplay - Adventure of a lifetime. That Is my Jack music, because when I drew him I was listening to it. And whenever I listen to that music my motivation to draw him punches me in the face. :D So my second advice is to choose some good music and only listen to them when you draw. So you associate the music with that comic, and if you are demotivated the music can help you. Or the same with food. I ate a lot of pancakes when I was playing Undertale, and now whenever I eat pancakes I remember my love for UT and I just want to draaaaaw. :D So it doesn’t have to be music actually, it can be anything you associate the comic with! Just connect your comics with things you love! Hmmm.... I think that’s all I can say. Create so many connections in your brain for that comic that even in your shittiest days you don’t wanna give up. Listen, taste, see, touch, use all of your senses! :D I hope it works for you! Good luck, don’t give up! :)

Also, be careful with my second advice because a really bad thing happened to me in 2015 when I was into One Piece and was drawing my OP comic, and I unconsciously associated the trauma with One Piece, and now I can’t work on that comic anymore because it gets me remember that bad memory. :( So sometimes it can backfire.Ughh! I just can’t give short advices, sorry!!! I’ve written a lot again! -_-’

[kalimarsdreamlog]

Dream 142: "I Forgot to Take my Night Meds: the Two Part Special." Or "I Managed to Get Myself Killed Again, Goddess Edition"

This one’s long, but one of my favorites. Also the illustrations come from my 3DS, so sorry about the bad quality. As stated above, I forgot my night meds when I had this dream. They happen to be addictive, and without them I normally have nightmares. This dream had all the makings of a nightmare, but somehow by the end it was kind of fun? Exciting at least. Anyway, enough rambling. As this is my longest dream to date at over five thousand words, it’s under the cut. 

​My yelling woke my mom up in the other room, and since she offered and her bed was closer than mine upstairs, (which was a less than desirable air mattress at the time) I joined her in her room. Of course then I dreamt that a rather large spider landed on her head so I ended up slapping her in the face some time in the night.

So what I remember of my dreams before leaving the couch at 5:30 in the morning was that these two guys kidnapped a whole bunch of people roughly my age. They were really scary, and I think it was three months before I managed to escape. The building blew up shortly after. I only managed to save myself and the pikmin they had had because they fit in a little glass vial I found shortly before escaping. Well, since I had escaped, especially with something of theirs, they were out for my blood. I was a psychic and had a few of my own powers, hence why i was able to get away. I could fly, change my hair and clothes with the blink of an eye, turn intangible if I tried hard enough, and I was still finding new ways to use my power.

No matter what I tried or what I did, they always caught up with me. While on the run I soon got roped into going to school and my my, what a fearful and skittish little bug I was. I changed my appearance as much as I could (including cutting my hair sully-short and dying it black) (I could have used psychic illusions to do it, but why waste power and concentration on something I could easily do the normal way?) and hid in the library. I would have hidden somewhere like the nurse’s office because of the fact that they’re supposed to have complete privacy, but after escaping someplace scary and dangerous, the nurse’s office would be the first place to look. Unfortunately, my assailants saw me through the glass wall of the library, and despite all the changes I had made to myself they recognized the fear and panic in my eyes. So I ran. I made it to the CT hall and tore into the first open classroom I saw. It was empty save for a teacher grading papers. “HELP ME THERE’RE THESE TWO GUYS CHASING ME AND THEY’RE GOING TO KILL ME!” The teacher looked decidedly unimpressed, not believing me. Of course he changed his mind when the two men ran into the room, stepping closer menacingly and jeering about recognizing my fear. When the teacher accidentally got in the way they cut him down, and I used the distraction to flee the room. I spotted a few students at the end of the hallway and tried to tell them the same thing I told the teacher. I was hoping someone would get the hint and call the police or someone who could handle these terrorists. The students just looked at me like I was some kind of alien. Then Mrs. Hallmark (my favorite teacher) came out of her room to see what the commotion was, and I screamed at her to “GET AWAY BEFORE THEY HURT YOU TOO!” Which was what woke my mom up.

So after hitting her on the head to kill the imaginary spider, (explained previously) I returned to my dream where I left off.I was captured again. I was too afraid to try escaping again because the ceiling was higher in the new place they took me and they would have more time to shoot me down before I could rise out of it. Intangibility only allowed me to go through walls, not for things to go through me. (Oh yeah on the way to school I was forced to ride the bus, then rollerblades. I went as fast as I could so I wouldn’t get shot. I learned to skate loops backwards! I wish that translated to real life!) I hid on top of one of the room’s chandeliers for a few hours since their bullets couldn’t go through it. 

Eventually one of the guys left. From my high vantage point I figured out what kind of building this was. It looked like a humongous old temple, and had a few vines of gargantuan grapes near the front doors. It looked like an offering to a god. Or, if I was right, a goddess. I decided to give my forming plan a shot. I didn’t have much to lose at this point. “I’m coming down from the chandelier, please don’t shoot!” I called down. Sneering, the man held his fire. (Oh yeah, he had already grabbed my vial of pikmin from me. :( they were working again in another part of the building) Tentatively, I started a conversation with the man. I brought up the grapes I had seen, wondering if they were any good after the amount of time they had probably been there. I remarked that most deities were silent these days, so anyone brave enough could probably try one without much issue.

​He pridefully took the bait. Of course, greek goddess’ were also prideful, and after a single bite of grape the goddess of the temple appeared and gave him the beat down of his life. Read: she brutally ended his life. While she was knocking him around I engraved messages around the place, respectfully pleading with her to just kill him for his terrible deeds. She happily complied. She was actually so happy to be rid of someone who would dare eat her offerings that we became friends, and she agreed to help me whenever I needed it. I’m pretty sure she was Persephone.Some time skip later, I was at a school assembly about the events that i just described. It turns out the other man who had left had heard about what happened to his buddy and never returned to the temple. A museum saved my bold engravings, and I was celebrated for defeating one of the six members of the biggest (in reach, not numbers) terrorist groups in the world. They weren’t going to come after me ever again.

​At this point my mom woke up to get ready for the day and i was able to tell her I had defeated the people I was screaming at earlier in the night.

​Out of context, forgot when it happened. Before getting roped into school probably. Sometime when I was in hiding I transformed into a cat so this guy could carry me out of a building in a cat carrier. No one would expect a cat to be the girl they were looking for. Unfortunately it turned out that I only created the illusion that I had turned into a cat. I looked like a cat to everyone else, but in reality I was walking beside the dude as a human with my hand in the carrier. XD

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Part 2

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​The second part of the dream was more filled with pain than fear, but as weird as it sounds I’d kind of rather it be like that, because at least if I’m in pain it means I actually did something useful like fighting the enemy instead of just running away. Anyway, so in the second part I was a different person in the same world. Now I was a young man in my early twenties, and one of the most influential people in the region’s army. I had pulled it through wartime before I guess, so people looked up to me to do it again.

​Okay, starting with a silly factoid that was the first thing I noticed as I approached the new me from third person: he had copperish bronze hair and was pretty tall; the shiny-ness of his hair and height made him easy to recognize. I got a brief impression of who he was before all of a sudden I WAS him, and suddenly I had an entire army to lead. Actually speaking of the army, we were already in a battle. It was my army against the other five members of the terrorist group, and for some reason, unlike part one, modern weapons didn’t seem to be a thing. So no risk of getting shot, yay! Unless it was with an arrow which I’m sure was a possibility. And hopefully none of them were mages. Another difference between part one and two was that in two I wasn’t a psychic and had no powers. The battle happened at the parthenon, mainly on the edges. We were using it as a base of sorts to defend, allowing us to duck behind pillars to escape long range attacks or to avoid being seen. You’d think we’d have the advantage, having both cover and strength in numbers (60 to 200 of us against five of them) but there was a reason the entire world feared them. The sounds of fleshy impacts, metal clashes and cries of both pain and determination filled the air. From time to time I would instruct people where to go, what strategies to use and who to target. Eventually the enemy caught on. Tired of the slow pace of progress from either side, the terrorists withdrew, leaving us to tend our wounded and plan for the future. It was sudden and no one knew why they left. They hadn’t yet suffered any losses so there was no evident reason to retreat.

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​Over with the terrorists, (don’t you love third person omniscient?) they were discussing what they had seen at the battle. They identified me as the leader with little trouble. It was obvious with how I commanded the rest and how wherever I was, my people fought harder. They decided that taking me out was their first priority. It was the common plan: take out the queen (“king” in this case) and the subordinates scatter. Without me, supposedly my army would have neither direction nor someone to believe in.

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​That night they sent one of their own to assassinate me. He failed. I was walking alone through the inner halls in the (imaginary) underground structure beneath the parthenon when I heard something approaching rapidly. On reflex I grabbed whatever it was, quickly seeing that I had grabbed an arm grasping a knife. Well if that was the case… I broke his arm over my knee and stabbed him with his own knife. Now only four to go.

​They rode to our base the next day, expecting an easy takeover due to the shock of a surprise midnight death. When they saw my dumb shiny hair sticking out of the crowd, they stopped short and made a quick change of plans. Enjoying how tense we got the closer they came, they rode towards us at a leisurely pace, finally stopping several yards away. The one in front spoke.

​“We have come to settle this peacefully. You have two days to turn him—” pointing at me, “—over to us. If you fail to do this, we will rain death down upon you.” Or something like that. They rode away. There was a shock of silence before there was an uproar of people asking questions, cursing the terrorists, vowing to protect me or in rare cases debating the pros and cons of throwing me to the dogs. I may not have been the shy, fearful little bug that I had been in part one, but I still wasn’t one to stand still in front of so much scrutiny. After attempting to talk to some of the people near me, assuring them that we could send out spies and make a defense against the threats, I walked off alone to think.

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​Back with the terrorists again, they weren’t planning to wait for two days, and were even less inclined to let any army go un-decimated. That was just a ploy to make us let our guard down. I had killed one of their former six. Letting me get away with that unscathed was out of the question. And so, they summoned the goddess of death. I don’t know what system of beliefs she was from, but whatever the case she was still divine. They demanded that she add me to her Book of Faces (yeah I know, facebook, ha ha.) and leave it on the front steps of the parthenon. She saw the blackness in their hearts and loathed the thought to do business of them, let alone allow them to decide who deserved to be in the Book, but she was intrigued about whom such vile people would wish such a fate upon. With some misleading response about whether or not she would agree to their terms, she went to investigate on her own.

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​My walk was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a woman. She was beautiful, but even at first glance it was evident that she was not to be trifled with. Wisps of power drifted from her, and her eyes were grave. (Eheheh, get it? Death goddess with grave eyes? XD ) I honestly don’t remember our conversation, sorry. But she instantly decided that she was going to help me instead of the blackhearts who summoned her, though doing so would be difficult. If she did what they wanted, obviously they would no longer be out to kill me. But there was a little problem with that. I would be dead and the morale of my army would be obliterated. But if she didn’t, they’d be after me harder than the me in part one. We eventually came to a conclusion. Inform specific members of my army what was going on, leaving a legitimate reaction for the rest to convince the sadistic dastards. As for what we were going to do, we were going to comply with their demands.

​To explain the book of faces, it is exactly what it sounds like. It is a gigantic tome, each page containing the actual face of a person. There were only eighteen in the book currently. Hopefully that would still be the case when we were done. This “honor” was saved for the most despicable of people, people who had done the worst things to humanity or angered the goddess in a more offensive way than usual.

​Those whose faces were grotesquely displayed were then left to die, but death wasn’t the end for them. They were forced to continue on as zombies, flesh decaying over time until they were just skeletons with a few rags to identify who they once were. It was honestly the worst thing that could happen to a person, precisely why we couldn’t let it happen (for the sake of both me and the morale of my people) and precisely why we had to do it. Our opponents might not have known about the zombie clause, and it was a sad but convenient way to become unbeatable. If nothing else, if they thought I was dead they’d stop trying to kill me.

​I told my most trusted (including a boy in his early teens who looked up to me like a brother) about my plan so that they could calm the army down after the terrorists saw the appropriate initial reactions, and went through with the terrorists’ demand. I think the goddess (wish I remembered her name) must have done something to numb the pain, because having my face removed? I don’t remember much of it. There was terrifying feeling of my skin… leaving, but despite the terror I don’t remember much pain. She left the newly altered Book on the steps of the parthenon like she was told and helped me to my feet. With a sigh she teleported with my now faceless self to where the four dastards had met her last and pushed me forward. I stumbled a bit before finding my balance. I couldn’t see. With no eyelids my eyes had dried out to the point of uselessness. I was at their mercy. They jeered and guffawed and pushed me around, laughing at my helplessness and horrifying visage. I took it. It would be worth it soon. Then I was bundled into a boat (how had we gotten near water?!) and rowed out to a mid-water platform. There were… Interesting noises around. Turns out it was zombies. The platform held the other eighteen “pages” (former people) of the book. Ah. So they did know about the zombie part. Ah well. Wanting a piece of me himself, the leader of the group got the privilege of speeding my fate along himself. This hadn’t been part of the plan. Before I had time to panic he lunged at me, knocking me out of the boat. My sense of direction failed me as I tumbled into the water. He followed. Then there were hands around my neck and I understood that he was trying to drown me. My life now depended on my acting. I struggled a bit for show, not doing so for long to conserve what little oxygen I had. I let out some of my air, a trick used by free divers to fool their brains into giving them about twenty more seconds before becoming panicked at the lack of oxygen. This doubled as him seeing my only source of life leaving me. I faked the short jerks that happen when people finally give up on holding their breath and inhale water, going limp afterwards and praying he’d take that as enough, go back to the surface and leave me behind with enough time to surface unseen. No such luck. When he took too long I gave in to my brain’s urge to fight back, telling myself that I could pass it off as the ensuing zombie stage. But after I struck out and tried to pry his jaw apart with my hands, my world slowly… Went… Black…

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​Back on the surface the goddess was panicking, though she didn’t allow it to show on her face. This wasn’t part of the plan. I wasn’t supposed to die. Of course, neither one of us really thought about how I wouldn’t be able to see once I couldn’t wet my eyes with my eyelids. As a deity of death she might be able to fix it, but she worried about the time it would take, if the terrorists would notice, and how I would handle everything. Coming up with a temporary solution, she released my spirit from my body. There were now both a zombie and a ghost originating from the same person. There. Now I wouldn’t have to knowingly suffer being a zombie. If we were lucky we’d find each other so she could inform me of what had happened and what we should do about it, but for now all she could do was pick up the pieces, so to speak.

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​When I next became aware, I was somewhere I had never seen before. I went up to ask someone where I was, but they ignored me. Huh. Not even a gasp of horror? After a few more people it was easy to figure out that no one could see me. Invisibility then. I was a ghost? Well, at least I was still around, so hopefully a certain someone would be able to fix this. This new place seemed a lot different from what I knew. It was much more advanced. I knew we were a bit old-fashioned, but at least our deities actually listened and responded. There was no need to modernize. This place though… Glass buildings, electronics, transportation? Very modern indeed. With little else to do, I headed to the library. At least I wouldn’t get in trouble for doing some hands-on swordplay research as a ghost! … If I had my sword. Dang. I didn’t even have armor! I felt defenseless. Good thing nothing could hurt me as a ghost… But I was already at the library so I looked at a few books. The shelves were taller than I was! Which was saying something.

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​As I explored the shelves I eventually found I had drifted to the front where people checked books out. There was a shelf to the left of the front desk that had new releases, with everything from novels to kids’ stories. There was an odd aura around them. It was mostly kids books, and out of sheer boredom I picked one up. It was a cute adventure about a boy and his dog. I went to pick up another book and there was a distinct feeling of familiarity. I opened it up and started skim reading it. It was longer than I anticipated, with much smaller font than the previous book even though it was still fully illustrated. It was a story about a young swordsman and his trials in protecting his friends from evil men who had employed a sorceress. The sorceress had decided to help the swordsman, and it… It was my story. Censored to be okay for kids, of course. No face-stealing. But how? Information that I’ll call ghost’s intuition tickled the back of my brain. This shelf updated itself, telling the greatest adventures of people’s lives when they died. But my adventure wasn’t supposed to be over yet. Was it? I flipped to the page showing the hero sinking through dark water, but could flip no farther even though there were clearly more pages to the book. My intense concentration caught the attention of a girl checking a book out next to me. I realized that I probably looked crazy, caring so much about a book more than a little below my reading level. I tried to regain some dignity and made some excuse that it was written by a friend who wouldn’t let me see it until it was published. She gave me an amused “m-hm,” as if to say, “likely story.” She walked over to a nearby table to read her new books and, feeling the need to set things straight, I followed. We traded books and compared some of the literary aspects, the depth of character and similarities in plot.

​It then struck me that she could see me. She hadn’t recoiled at the sight of me, so did my face look normal now? I didn’t know what to do. If she didn’t know I was a ghost, I could scare her off if I asked to make sure she could really see me. After talking a few more minutes she told me about how her sister sometimes complained about seeing things. I asked her to elaborate and she hesitantly told me her sister claimed they were ghosts. I calmly told her, “Mitzy, (for that was her name) I’m a ghost. It’s not just your sister who can see them! Thank you so much for the company; It’s been a kind of jarring development.” She fish-mouthed a little, but before I could reassure her that I was benevolent and also not joking, I was suddenly somewhere else.

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​I was laying down on my back on a slightly uneven floor. It was dark, but there was something sort of glowy above me, and OH GOD(dess?), MY FACE. It was sparsely wrapped with strips and ached like I’d gotten my head repeatedly slammed into a wall. After a minute it very slightly started to dull so I could focus on other things. My eyes sharpened and I saw that the goddess was the source of the glowing above me. She looked worried.

​“[Name?] (I remember Mitzy’s name, but not my own) [Name], come on, tell me I did this right…” Holy shit, I was alive. Somehow the goddess of death brought me back to life. How did she manage that? Why? I was surprised to receive new knowledge in my mind that normally happens at the beginning of dreams. More ghost intuition? This woman of divine power was my mother? That would explain why she’d go through so much trouble for one mortal human.

​So because my dreams are like a movie that can’t pick a genre, there was a really heartwarming moment when I was like, “Mom?” And we hugged and she cried because of all the things she had done to me. Well, it least it wasn’t the stereotypical romance subplot.

​Since I had to sit up to hug her, it wasn’t much more work to push myself to my feet. I got my balance under control and made sure everything was working again before I thought about my options. Any element of surprise my living would have would disappear as soon as those damn terrorists saw me directing my army. Sure there would be shock, but I would still be their only target. I needed the element of surprise to be the morale and determination of my army, not that I was still alive. If they had no definite target then they would be lost and more easily overwhelmed.

​I turned to my apparent mother. “I know this is an odd request, but you have magic and power. Could you change my hair color? I don’t care if it’s temporary or not, so long as it lasts the lives of the dastards trying to slaughter my army. I’d ask for a mask too, but I need my people to recognize me. Hopefully a color change will be enough to throw off our enemies.”

​She smiled, glad to see I was capable of coherent thought and she hadn’t messed anything up despite my body being a mindless zombie for a while. “Do you have a preference?”

​Okay, this could go over well or hilariously, and I hoped desperately it was the former. “Maybe a sort of dark turquoise, like the ocean?” Seeing her eyebrows rising I hurried to explain, “it’s not like it’s impossible to have naturally, I mean, the headband guy that died had electric blue hair and Persephone’s is purple! And it would be so different from what it was before, and most importantly, not nearly as reflective as whatever this is,” I pulled my bangs for emphasis, “and I figured it would be somewhat fitting for the change to reflect a big change for me, which was my death in this case…” I’m pretty sure she was still amused, but with a wave of her hand my hair as well as my garb had changed to bluer hues. Perfect.

​I emerged from the room I had been in, finding myself in the sprawling inner workings of the underground section of the parthenon. This was good. The sound of footsteps caught my attention and I saw someone in full battle attire running full tilt to the nearest path to the surface. Was there seriously another battle going on? I returned to the room I woke up in and found my sword and armor. I put on most of the important pieces (no time to waste with the lesser stuff!) and rushed to the sounds of fighting.

​As it turns out, my death did the opposite of repressing my forces. They were out for vengeance. I actually wondered if all the trouble we just went through mattered. Was it better if I was dead? Clearly my army didn’t need my commands and guidance. I hesitated joining the fray. This question really started to bother me. What if seeing me was a distraction that got someone killed? Mother came up behind me and asked what was stopping me. I voiced my concerns, but all she said was that my fall was not meant to happen in battle. She gave me a little push forward and immediately I had to shield myself from a blade. I fell back into pattern with the flow of the battle. Hit, dodge, slash, parry, disarm—who was trying to fight me? It wasn’t one of the recognized faces of the terrorists. Had they recruited? My hesitation cost me, as I didn’t sense the opponent behind me until I was stabbed clean through. (Guess I shouldn’t have skipped the lesser pieces of armor.) The mystery person I had been fighting disappeared. An illusion? So they did have a mage. The ground seemed to come rushing up and I cursed my luck. After all that effort! But I was still conscious. Hm.

​’My fall was not meant to be in battle…‘ Oh. Eheheheheh. I had mother’s protection. Death’s promise; a curse to many, it’s a promise of how one dies. But done right? A miracle. 

​Now all I had to do was muster the energy to get back up and track down who stabbed me to return the favor. I couldn’t move yet though. Then came one of my trainees. This one was temperamental and violent in her anger. The last thing I wanted was to get in her way during a fight. Unfortunately she saw me lying prone on the ground and her assumptions made her absolutely livid. “HOW DARE YOU! YOU GO AND DIE ON US AND EXPECT US TO CARRY ON, THEN YOU COME BACK AND FUCKING DIE AGAIN? YOU” *slash!* “FUCKING” *slash!* “ASSHOLE!” *slash!* *slash!* As usual, her temper came out in brash violence. And since I was the object of her frustrations… Ow. Was I just everyone’s punching bag?

​The new burning sting of her blade in my back finally gave me the strength to get up however, and, still in the heat of battle, I proceeded to lecture her on how you can’t fix every problem with a sword, was she really going to dishonor the dead like that?, and dammit, not only was I alive and that fucking hurt, but I was her commander for crying out loud! She was so shocked I think she dropped her sword. 

I stalked off and looked for my next opponent. I had justice to serve.

End of dream! After thinking it over though, I think I have some different explanations for why things happened the way they did. The reasoning behind going through with the book of faces thing might not have been the reasons I described. It might have been that mother was bound to do the deed she was summoned for as part of the magic rules of the summoning. Seeing it was her son however, she had to find a way to save me without breaking her contract. She didn’t tell me of our relation because not only did she fear I’d hate her for what she had to do, but it wasn’t fair of her to interfere as a goddess in mortal’s lives

Oh my gosh what if Mitzy me from part one?

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even though I haven't revisited it since last October, those of you who were watching me back then may remember my story Little Miss Frankenstein, but for those of you who weren't, I decided to introduce the characters properly this time! this is the full cast, with tweaked designs of the characters who have already been introduced. as you might have guessed, Little Miss Frankenstein is a parody/spoof of the classic horror novel and original movie, but it is also highly inspired by the movie Young Frankenstein. it's paying homage to those movies while also kind of making fun of them?? XD anyway, I'll give you a brief overview of the characters:

Vera Freudenberg, our protagonist, is an intelligent high school junior who's supposed to be a freshman, but she skipped two grades in middle school. at the start of the story, she's a cynical, no-nonsense intellectual who actually read the original Frankenstein novel--and called it rubbish! however, it does get the gears in her head turning, and she eventually hypothesizes that the experiment can actually be done. she gets to work right away, and by the time she's finished, she's turned into a stressed-out, power-crazed, sleepless, mad scientist with more than a few screws loose (hence why I have two versions of her). Iris Nicolescu, Vera's right-hand man... or woman... whatever, is a Romanian immigrant who's new to Vera's school. she's very friendly and outgoing, but she is unfortunately misjudged and made fun of for the hunch on her back. (it might not be super obvious from this angle, but if she turns to the side you can really see it.) if it weren't for Iris's supportive go-follow-your-dreams nature, Vera would have never gotten the idea to create her own life, and so Iris willingly volunteers as Vera's assistant. but she isn't perfect, and unintentionally fucks some things up along the way. Razvan Iliescu is Iris's cousin who is really more like a brother to her, since they were raised together by their grandma, and naturally ends up getting dragged into Vera's shenanigans via Iris. he's a sassy little shit, but he's also kind of the voice of reason, so that combination equals a recipe for sarcasm galore. XD he's more skeptical about Vera's idea, but he helps out anyway just because he's a nice guy like that and he's the only one between the three of them who's good enough at sewing to stitch a bunch of body parts together. XD Corina Barett is just your average popular mean girl ho who talks in an annoying valley girl voice and makes fun of everyone who isn't perfect like she thinks she is. she's not really a villain, but she does try to get in the way of Vera's shit. she frequently bullies Vera and Iris, but then tried to flirt with Razvan but he's like bitch I don't date people who make fun of my cousin -.- she's kind of the physical manifestation of how society discriminates against the tiniest of differences, which is a pretty big theme in this story. Officer Cade Braddock is the actual villain of this story. a cold, cynical man who probably shouldn't have been allowed to become a cop, he's suspicious of everyone, and doesn't want any chaos happening in the town. he has plenty of stigmatisms against everyone he thinks looks like trouble, so when he sees some big, green, stitched-up person running around town, he thinks it's a punk wanting to wreak havoc, and not someone who was quite literally born yesterday. Steph, as you might have guessed, is the monster Vera and her friends worked so hard to create. she's very much like a large baby, being very curious about the world around her and not much of a talker. initially, Vera the perfectionist isn't even satisfied with her creation, and shuns her. Steph, who only wants to be loved, is very upset by this, and runs off. that doesn't really help matters much, since everyone else in the town is afraid of her. she's also autistic, no thanks to Iris, who accidentally gave her an "Abby Normal" brain ;3 Monsieur Babineaux, the first person to befriend Steph, is a rather eccentric blind little old man. (I know, his walking stick is too short, but I didn't want him whackin' anybody else with it XD). he's always one to crack a joke, and is usually pretty chill about everything. anytime he accidentally overhears a particularly disgusting conversation, he says "oh boy, things like that make me glad I'm blind!" and since he can't actually see what Steph looks like, he automatically accepts her and invites her into his home. he also mistakes her for a man, since she's so tall and muscular and she hasn't yet learned to say that she's not a man. XD and last but not least, Avery Braddock is Officer Braddock's son and Monsieur Babineaux's grandson. he is the second person to befriend Steph. at first, he, too, is troubled by her appearance, but after seeing how nice she is to his grandfather, he realizes that she must be a good person. he has a rather strained relationship with his father, but he loves his grandpa more than just about anything else, and is almost always around to help him out. he's generally very sweet and cheery, very patient but also kind of a ditz, and it doesn't take Steph very long to develop a crush on him ;3 holy shiiiiiiit so much for brief description XD anyway, I hope you enjoy these babs! uwu