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[jackalsarchive]

Wrote a response to a fic prompt, "write this in your style" from @breannasfluff prompt, "Purah's List" if you want to check it out.

This fic is also on AO3! It'll have the collections link as well, so you can check out the other fics people have written, along w/ the original prompt from Breanna.

It's a bit lengthy, so I'll put it under the read more. Please let me know what you think :)

I wrote from the Champion's point of view, but there's a bit of foolishness from the others at the edges.

It’s late morning in Hateno, the nine swordsmen circling around Purah’s table in the tech lab.

“I need all of this by sundown. All of it, from all nine of you. It’s a matter of life and death.” Purah says, with utmost seriousness.

They take turns looking at the list of items, and looking at each other, as they pick and choose who’s bringing back what.

Wind peeks at it, sarcastically asking, “Yeah? So what happens if we’re late, we die?”

Purah fondly rolls her eyes, as she’s standing on the table so she’s taller than him. “Oh please, I’d bring you back.”

Wind’s eyes widen, smirking and calling her bluff. “Oh, so you can just give someone life after death?”

Warriors snorts, commenting as he stretches his arms. “Pfft. Life after death is as improbable as sex after marriage—oww!“ his sentence gets cut off by Time, giving him a glare, and Twilight swatting the captain in the back of the head, with the sailor laughing in the background.

So they all take their pick from Purah’s list, getting themselves ready for their challenge.

The door of Purah’s lab swings shut behind Wild, as he ambles past the warp circle, digging a pen out of his travel pack. He hears the soft creeeak…thump as the old heavy door opens and shuts again, the sound of old boots softly crunching gravel behind him.

“Sixteen potlids, huh…” the Rancher starts, in his easygoing drawl.

Wild looks up from scribbling his list of ‘Goron spice’ and ‘Chuchu jelly’ on the back of his hand, to glance at him. Wild gives him a look, knowing he’s about to say some choice shit. He hears the rancher continue, a teasing lilt to his words.

“…Do you even have that many in the population to—“

Wild cuts off the rancher’s words by swatting Twilight on the arm, “Oh shut up, go off and sniff some grass or something!” The champion retorts back, making him howl in laughter.

The champion swats him again, going for a playful kick in the calf, when Twilight catches him, ramming into his torso, arms gripping him and pushing, with the strength of his goats back home.

Their brief arm-swatting-turned-schoolyard sumo wrestling tussle gets cut off by the Veteran walking out of the lab next, squinting at the sun, and then them, before shaking his head as he keeps walking.

“What’d you have to get, Vet?” Twilight asks, still smiling as he follows Legend down the hill path, holding Wild’s head and neck in a chokehold under his arm, taking Wild with them down the road.

“Ah—uh. Three flint stones and one...luminous stone?” He trails off in his answer. “Purah was saying there’s a Talus by Ginner woods….wherever that is.” He finishes, brushing his pinkish hair out of his eyes, fixing his hat back on over his blond roots.

“Oh! Yeah! Ginner’s not even half a mile out the village, on your right, just go a bit past it, in the…north west-ish…direction. There’s a talus there…dunno if it’ll have luminous stone though. It might.”

Wild explains, through a slightly strained voice, still in Twilight’s chokehold, wriggling and pushing the bulkier man to his best efforts, to no success.

The veteran laughs at the sight, giggling as he walks down the path ahead of them, his Pegasus boots giving him the slightest bit of a faster stride.

Twilight finally lets go of Wild, yelling after Legend with “Don’t forget the Chuchu jelly!” getting a friendly middle finger in return, making his heart warm with the beloved jackass behavior.

Wild composes himself, checking his hand to make sure his list isn’t smudged, as he purposely steps on the back heel of Twilight’s boots as they walk downhill, getting one last shot in.

He fixes his long hair back into a loose tail, redoing his hair tie, as he speaks. “…Anyway. You should be able to find some good amount of lids here. If not, there’s most likely some at the monster camps outside town, or Kakariko’s like…not too far away, on four legs.” Wild advises, turning back at the lab, seeing the traveler and their blacksmith come out next, the traveler swinging a bucket in his hand, and Four tying his hair back, looking mildly perplexed.

They make it to the bottom of the hill, Wild getting an encouraging pat on the back from Twilight, before splitting ways.

Just a couple things to grab. Easy. Wild could do all this in his underwear, and only a rusty axe and a tree branch on him. In fact, he probably has.

Wild taps his fingers rhythmically on his thigh, idly and mindlessly alternating fingers in a fast tempo, as he laps around Hateno a couple times. He asks around about the merchant caravan, using his usual intel source of Nebb and Karin, though the two kids don’t know anything. He does get shown a cool iridescent worm that Karin found though.

He spends five minutes poking and playing around with the worm with the two kids before he remembers he actually has some responsible shit to do, and excuses himself, waving at them as he keeps walking.

Unfortunately, either the gossip circle at the laundry basin was wrong, or that merchant caravan from Eldin is quicker than he would’ve thought. The caravan isn’t here, and Pruce from the produce store didn’t get any spice.

The champion blows out a puff of air in frustration, leaning against the beam of the Hateno main gate.

He doesn’t have his slate, still being repaired by Purah. So he can’t just warp somewhere….

But it’s a risky gamble if any nearby merchants would even have Goron spice, this side of Hyrule….he may have to get it the hard way…

…Shit.

The champion does one last desperate search around Hateno, with the same results. He even digs through his shelves and cabinets in his house across the bridge, hoping to the three spirits that he’s not just wasting his time.

….He wasted his time, he found nothing.

Wild heads out of his house, locking his door, when Bolson calls out from his lounge spot by the cooking pot, lounging in the shade.

“Looking for Zelda, dear? I think she said she was traveling to the Domain for a few days, she left a day or so ago.” He says, his tone lilting and floaty, squinting at Wild under his eyeshadow.

Wild waves him off. “No Bolson, but thanks for letting me know why she wasn’t home. I’m actually looking for spice but we don’t have any.”

Bolson, quick as a whip, answers back as Wild starts to cross the bridge.

“Well you’ll have to talk to your lady about that—“

“What…?—wait—no! No, that’s— Bolson!” The champion sputters, caught off guard by Bolson’s teasing dirty joke, as the older man cackles, tilting back in his spot on the grass. The older man adjusts his position, waving him off as he continues lounging in the shade, as Link’s house has the best of it.  

Wild, red and flustered, speed walks his way back to Hateno’s main gate. He waves to Thadd as he exits, spotting Sky a bit away, peeking around a tree, looking at a beehive a few trees away, squinting like he’s going to snipe it. Or trying to mentally control the bees….Whichever, Wild has faith in him.

Wild’s getting his breathing ready to start the run to Eldin until he can grab a horse, when hears the faint sound of the earth falling apart, with tremors under his feet.

The veteran must have found the stone talus. He doesn’t hear cussing yet, but he does hear faint sounds of battle, so he figures Legend is okay. It’s not one of the senior taluses, or anything elemental, so it should be nothing more than a workout for him.

He sends a mental wish of luck to him, and gets moving.

The champion’s running at a good pace, controlling his breathing, wondering how he’ll get Goron spice in time before sundown. He stops before the monster fort camp near the hill, catching his breath.

He watches the moblins and bokoblins stalk around, some on some patrol path, others looking like their squabbling over a stack of boxes.

…Wait. Maybe…

Wild checks his shield’s condition. A little banged up, but it should work…if he gets it right on the first couple tries. His bow and arrows are sturdy on his back.

He takes a deep breath, and gets climbing up the near rock hill, staying out of sight of the camp.

He checks the sun, guessing the rough estimate of time. He faces the right way, seeing his shadow doesn’t point towards noon yet, so he’s not doing too terribly on time. He crouches, his eyes following the red moblin, as it circles and stalks closer…and closer…almost…

There. Now!

Wild takes one last breath, and sprints, drawing his shield. He gets good airtime, planting his feet on the straps of his shield, drawing his bow. It feels like time slows as he aims for contact on the Moblins left shoulder, pointing north-northwest.

Perfect.

He feels his boots and shield drop against the shoulder of the moblin, monster screams and snarls with indignance and offense as Wild gets bounced off.

The bounce gets him good airtime, sending him far as he reaches the highest he’ll get, snapping his paraglider open, the champion’s shoulders flaring in protest briefly as the fabric and wind resistance yanks and pulls.

He takes time to laugh like a madman, yelling “I still got it!!”  as he glides past Necluda towards Eldin.

Wild thankfully has enough energy today, and got enough height in the air to make it to Foothill stable, crashlanding and dragging his feet, faceplanting into the dirt. If he remembers right, there should be a Goron salesman, or someone around here carrying Goron spice…

He asks around and searches for about half an hour, sitting and resting a bit, drinking water. Today, it seems, the world must have it out for him. No one has any, after checking with Ozunda at the counter, then Beedle, then any poor traveling merchant unlucky enough to make eye contact with him. He probably sounds like he’s losing it, asking for Goron spice like it’s his lost child.

“Hey! Ozunda, anyone come by with Goron spice?”

“Nah, S.O.L buddy, I’d tell ya if I knew, though.”

The champion heads into the stable, towards the den area.

“Damn it…Beedle, any Goron spice?”

“No, my friend! Just arrows and fireproof horned lizards….you want your usual stock of arrows though?”

“Damn…no, I’m good, thanks though.”

“….Are. Are you sick…?....You don’t need more arrows…?” Beedle asks, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, silently calling his bluff, holding his bag open like he knows Wild is going to cave.

Then Beedle starts again, sounding nice, but with the vibe of a viper before it strikes.

“…You always need more arrows, Link…”

Wild buys more arrows, wiping the sweat from his brow and shaking off the chill from his spine.

He leaves up the Death Mountain trail, snagging a fireproof elixir with his remaining rupees, waiting until absolutely necessary to drink it.

An hour’s hike finds him hauling ass past the dismantled guardian remains up the trail, panting and sweating, already feeling the sunburn on his cheeks and back of his neck.

He gets to a stopping point, hands on his knees, trying to bring air into his dry throat, coughing as it’s almost too dry to swallow. Wild grimaces as he licks his lips, tasting sweat from above his upper lip.

He pops open the elixir, drinking it, hoping it’ll last long enough to get in, buy the Goron spice, and leave. Or combust into flames, whichever happens first.

He drinks it all, ignoring the texture, and ignoring the fact that multiple people, several times, have told him ‘Link, that’s a topical cream!’ or ‘Link, don’t drink it, it’s for your skin, I think it’s toxic to be consumed—‘

Haters, all of them. If it works, it works, he thinks.

He runs and hikes up the mountain pass, the next hour feeling like it’s being stretched out, and the heat making his body feel like it’s being pulled towards the earth. His steps getting harder and harder to pick up. He’s starting to fear that elixir wasn’t strong enough…

Finally, finally. He gets to Goron city.

Wild stumbles up the path, skin and clothing drenched in sweat, near falling onto the store counter, panting.

“Please….please….sell me something…Goron spice…”

The Goron merchant watches him for a second, his eyes wide like he’s witnessing something of terror. He grabs a scooper, filling a jar Wild hands him with the spice, as Wild sells a few chunks of rock salt and amber, to pay for the amount of spice sold by weight, along with having some rupees of his own after getting shaken down by Beedle. He buys two more fireproof elixers, downing one, and storing the other, checking the duration first. He heads back down the trail, heat-dazed, red-faced, and damp from sweat, his hair frizzy and partially undone from the gliding and running.

The champion dips his fingers into the hotspring nearby, to help tame and redo his hair, sighing as he still feels himself bake in the sun, but it’s more of a bask now, rather than feeling like someone buttered him up and threw him on a grill like a stalk of corn.

He’s ambling down the path when he snipes a Fire Chuchu with an arrow, for looking at him wrong. He almost leaves the remains be, when he remembers he needs Chu jelly as well, cussing and stomping as he scoops it into another jar. To add onto it, he isn’t careful enough and the jelly almost spills, flaring to burn his arm.

“Hhhsss---ooww—fuck!” He hisses, shutting the jar tight.

 If Purah has any issue with it being not plain, she can deal. It might even be cooler than what the others find.

It’s late in the afternoon, almost evening, as he gets back to Foothill stable. He takes out his fastest horse, a constantly antsy appaloosa mare. Her hooves are already trotting and kicking in place, waiting for Wild’s go ahead. He barely finishes his signal when she takes off down the road like lightning struck her, Wild holding onto the reigns, choking out a curse.

Thankfully, she doesn’t like following paths, similar to her rider, bolting through the Lanayru wetlands soon enough. And if Link didn’t know any better, he’d say she ran that Lizalfos over on purpose.

He pats her flank, hoping at least the others had an easier time getting their odd items on Purah’s scavenger hunt from hell.

Wild steers his horse into Hateno just in time, reigning in her manic energy, petting her and calming her as he guides her into the pen by his house. He fills the troughs, and triple locks the gate, only because he knows the horse won’t jump the fence, but she likes to try and kick the lock and break it out of spite, even if she doesn’t leave. His mood is lifted a bit after just being on his horse, and from the fact he was able to find what he needed, still technically before sundown.

Wild shuffles up the path of the tech lab, his boots crunching the dirt up the hill, sunburnt like a lobster, and the burn still stinging a bit on his arm. He runs into Legend and Four, walking with them into the lab tower, trickling in with the rest of the group.

Purah has them set their things down, the champion thunks down the Goron spice on the counter with a grin, and the jar of the red Chu jelly. He elbows Twilight in the ribs in good nature, seeing the full count of sixteen potlids. Though he does have to cover his snort when Twilight all but body slams a still living Chuchu out of his wolf pelt.

“What, did you make friends with it or something?”

“Oh shut up, you look like you cooked yourself and forgot the seasoning.”

“Yeah and you look like you got a nice right hook in the eye, did you try and flirt with it or—“

“Alright, alright, settle.” Purah hollers at them, going down her list of the rest of the items. Each one of them surrenders their burden, and piles the Chu jelly collection onto the lab table, on a collection tray to prevent any from rolling or spilling off.

Poor Sky and Hyrule look like they stung, soaked, rolled in leaves, and then steamed over a low heat. Wild decides not to ask. It’ll come up over dinner later.

The captain looks….oh Din have mercy is that goat sh—

“It’s mud.” Warriors says, bluntly, looking no one in the eye.

The old man looks like he fought a whole hen house. He probably did. Time places the egg, pristine, no cracks, gently onto the table, stepping back, shifting his weight, looking like he just moved a chess piece that would decide his life or death.

After all is said and done, Wild finds not only is his Sheikah Slate not even recalibrated yet, but their nonsensical scavenger hunt was just errands.

‘Just like old times’ All the Links think at once, thinking of their past sidequests on their respective journeys.

The champion looks to Purah, internally wanting nothing more than food, a bath, and a story of what the hell Hyrule and Sky were doing, when he speaks.

“…So what’s this all for? What’s important…?”

Purah looks up over her glasses, tinkering with his slate.

“Oh, I didn’t say? Impa’s visiting tomorrow.”

It takes every ounce of Wild’s willpower to not ask what in Farosh’s green earth what all this stuff is for in relation to Impa. He wants to. So badly.

A loud fwump is heard through the room, as Legend sits heavily on the ground, throwing his cap off and resting a short staff on his lap, looking like he just did an eight hour shift in a fighting ring.

All nine leave the lab, with a promise from Purah that the slate will be fixed before they have to leave, as they shuffle down the hill, to hopefully end their night.

It’s quiet, and peaceful, despite their appearances and general presence as they all stagger through the village.  The cool night air coming from Mount Lanayru, and the breeze from the coast of Hateno bay act as a soothing balm on their skins.

Until the sailor pipes up, in middle of their group.

“…So…you think miss Purah would mind if a couple of those dynamite sticks were missing..?”

[neonfretra]

just wanted to let you know that your art brings me joy literally every time I see it. I was going through old posts of mine looking for something earlier, and I saw a reblog of that sketch you did of Swayman staring up at the ref and it made me die laughing at like 2330 at night. Like, his EYES. He's really like O.O at the ref and it's HILARIOUS. and then the "pcuk" afterward made me wheeze XD

thanks for sharing your art, it's a true blessing and it brings forth a lot of joy. :)

...oauh? oauh????? about me??????? you writin all this about me? asks i stare down for upwards of a day because everytime i remember it and open it to answer i go ohhhhhhh ^_^ someone wrote this . for ME! ^_^ and then i dont answer it because im running laps

thank you so much, its incredibly sweet to know ive a part in making you laugh in a day <3

[buggyboyizhere]

whats your headcanons for yanov and yuu ? iknow you posted paul and pat but im wondering if you did those two as well

THEM RAHHH1!1!1!1!1 vine boom and loud sobbing !1!1

They’re general gist is they are so so in love and tragic and silly and and :3

If you care for some rambling it’ll be down here, and if it temps you to click on it there’s a little treat

Just noticed I forgot to add flags on the ref but the country ones were mostly to check if I slapped all the facial features I wanted onto em’ ( Also because I will not hc all the EW guys as white/British it’s truly the bare minimum to add diversity )

Hope this doesn’t read awkwardly because erm I only THINK of them, autism be damned I cannot just create simple bios it’s gotta be a biography

General :]

Height:

Yanov - 6’9

Yuu - 5’7

Gender/Pronouns:

Yanov - (Trans) Man, He/Him

Yuu - Nonbinary, Them/He/She

Sexuality:

Yanov - Gay ( MLM )

Yuu - Pansexual

How they met :D

In med school, pre RA. Yuu struggled to contain any information so him and Yanov regularly got together to study, leading to very late night conversations about themselves. Even when Yuu decided to drop out they kept in contact, Yanov occasionally sneaking them in to watch his surgeries. They both eventually got bored of their respective lives and wanted to share it ( unfortunately ) as a trauma surgeon and nurse in a bare bones rebellion ( RA ).

Their roles in the RA :>

Yanov is a trauma surgeon, he’s usually on the field or dragged into doing some weird mechanical project Tord wants help with.

Yuu is a nurse but not? I don’t know what else to describe him as, but he’s on the field helping carry soldiers to safety, or at base doing patient care when Yanov needs some extra hands.

Headcannons :3

Yanov is selectively mute, communicating through sign language or very rarely gives a one or two word answer/order/etc. It’s rooted in anxiety and just not talking is better than saying something. Yuu usually helps with shouting orders or asking for things he needs, never to speak over him but to give him a voice.

When there’s zero work to do and no one’s dying they lay back and nap to old ( 60’s-80’s ) love songs

Yuu practically begs Yanov to connect the dots between their freckles because they think it’s a sweet little reminder of him, it’s usually on her hand or arm.

Yanov writes cheesy little poems in a notebook he carries around 24/7. Yuu takes a peek in it and reads it every chance he gets, literally giggles and kicks his feet. No, Yanov has no idea they read what he writes, but he couldn’t care less if he knew that’s what she was giddy over.

Yuu has no interest in doing surgeries, discovered very quickly he can and will need to walk away and puke. They’re perfectly fine just handing over tools or taking care of the patient after it’s over. Meanwhile Yanov is crazy over it ( Cristina Yang core ), he will gently bully another surgeon into giving him a cool surgery he wants.

They’re both a good bit older than the rest of the guys, closer to their 50’s by the time the RA is well established and settled (Pat/Paul/Tord are around mid 30’s). It’s a common joke between the guys to point it out, it’s not bothersome, and they sometimes play into it. ( Also the ages are just when I think of em’ in my favorite area of the story I got going ) ( Also old man yaoi </3 )

They got into their relationship the first month of being in the RA. The feelings were mutual years before this but Yanov thought he was too busy, he’s still overwhelmed with work, but he’ll squeeze in time to relax with Yuu. In their later years Yanov decided to train more surgeons so he could spend more days with Yuu.

Yuu is :3 and Yanov is ._.

Neither of them EVER expected that zombies would ever be an issue.

Patryck and Paul are considered close and good pals, and Tord is basically the scum of the earth.

Extra non important thoughts :P

Erm I’m still writing that Pat fic and I cannot wait to write out them in a separate fic about how gut wrenching it is for them to live ( esp Yanov, yippee confetti confetti !!! )

Nyways I love em’, they’re literally my ocs at this point I’ve got like a gazillion thoughts on them

Here’s the Timelapse as a treat :3 I put down many little doodles and notes </3

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

many random stuff under the cut

was finally drawin eddie's cousin and i thought. what if. what if i drew smth like cig cards but w female characters from fp files............ like since i randomly decided to switch to more realistis style........... but i know that tomorrow (well today bc its 1am) i'm probly gonna let that idea go but god sees i'd love to make this. not all of them? bc there's like 9 of the ones i really focused on. n there's only 5 who participate in the plot of this thing im writin so idk (and lauretta isnt even here fr this upsepts me so much but there's no way i'm rewritin the concept) anyway i haven't properly worked on eddie's cousin since she's a bg character w only one meaningful & important arc but idk realised that she has vibes of nina from carnaval (1981).... <- another soviet film 😭

chaotic personality, superficiality but a lot of energy and life (and desperation). + maybe ref to eddie's cousin and her husband (have u seen him tho? he's ridiculous) i think i need to rewatch carnaval. brilliant film

^ also this! i don't imply this to eddie's cousin character, but this song is so! maybe it could fit some of female characters idk i need to think bout this (main lyrics: Call me, for God's sake! (then yearning but ends with:) if i don't mean anything in your life anymore; i'll forget about you; i won't stop breathing; i'll still be happy; even if I don't have you) next

lisa rubini the ultimate mother you are.......... not the best one but she's so real to me. some hc things: i think she worked as a seamstress and before Eddie started earning money was the main source of income for the family. this may not be true for the era, i'm honestly just transferring what happens very often here when women takes over all the responsibilities (the father is either an alcoholic or unemployed or just not there) + this as another reason for the conflict between Lisa and her husband. & because she worked as a seamstress for a long time she developed carpal tunnel syndrome as she got older (i've been told about this problem by several seamstresses). i was just thinking that i often see Eddie & Lisa in my head, with Eddie holding Lisa's hands & carpal tunnel syndrome could be the reason y know? bout eddie's cousin - i think she's Lisa's niece, not Cecilio's

+ some hc bout Cecilio. i think he was a christian & went to church every sunday. there's deep christian guilt but he still beats his wife n son & drinks hard & gamble (Marmeladov from crime & punishment is low-key my ref for him). there's a lot in here about unrealized fulfillment in life (emigration that didn't do any good)

thnx for comin to my ted talk goodnight yall

[artsygummlpart]

As the title/picture suggests My GF and I are goin' to write this fanfic together, so stay tuned for a hell of a ride. Refs of the main characters will be worked on soon-ish. In the mean time my GF and I have writin' to do. -w-

DA ver https://www.deviantart.com/artsygum/art/I-m-Datin-A-Demon-AU-fanfic-cover-see-desc-950912192

Twitter ver https://twitter.com/ArtsyGum/status/1629006785112580096

[hikarihoneycomb]

hi tumblr shivers this is baby’s first original post im scared anyway have some oc x canon silliness cuz i’ve been writin about them recently…

(ref used :} )

[samuraiondo-mace-1177]

So, turns out writin is actually alot quick to do than put out art for you all

(all art I post has taken roughly 5 mins - 2/3/maybe 5 hours at most)

which is quite substantial in terms of time spent on class work and studying and shit

So, like, if there's anything ya wanna know abt certain AUs or pieces of character lore, then don't be afraid to ask :>

(for ref: Koi no Yokan/main U, RK AU (Asahi Ito), Sonic AU, Spiderman AU, Pirate/PYIH AU, Judgement Ishin AU (Jiro Suzuki))

[enderspawn]

....send me "sg" + whatever you'd like and i'll transcribe it into standard galactic 👍

[doodlebeeberry]

more watin for laundry writin

you know those fellas in the mystery drawin i posted yesterday? turns out i have like nothin on em so uhhhhhh here’s somethin with a couple of em

   “Do you think it ever cleaned up around here?”

Minty strained, dragging a mass pile of old reference books into the bedroom. Beau stared at the pile, taller than mirself and definitely taller than the blue model roof carrying them.

“I mean—“ ve pushed them up against the wall, beside the bookshelf already bowing from weight, peeling paint yellow-stained by the sun— “you think spending all that time at home would give it time to organize a bit.”

And, yeah, ve had a bit of a point, Beau supposed. As far as anyone knew, Cy had spent well over the past year cooped up either at home or deep in the woods “doing research” as it had put it in it’s note. Given the amount of books and scattered papers strewn around, mi didn’t rule the explanation out, but it seemed a bit hollow given just how infrequently it went into town, like an excuse or, possibly, a lie. Beau mirself has only seen it a small handful of times in the past 18 months or so, normally in scant little hurried interactions at the wholesale store on the other side of town, the only place you’d ever spot them, if mir friend’s accounts were to be believed. Oh, sure, mi tried visiting it at home, they all had at first, but the most any of them ever got was birdsong in the nearby trees and eyes peering through drawn curtains for a quick moment. After the fifth unanswered visit, they’d all stopped trying.

A very odd change for someone so social.

   “To be fair,” the wooden spoon said, fluffing a pillow on the freshly-made bed, “it didn’t ask us to clean everything, just to change the bird baths and feeders.” 

Minty huffed a bit.

   “And ignore the mess? Please, I don’t care if it never plans on coming back, the place should at least be left neat.”

Beau couldn’t really say mi disagreed, given that mi was helping without fuss. Mi gave the blanked one last brush-off before trotting out of the room. Minty followed close behind, both of them surveying their handiwork.

It’d taken the majority of the day to get it clean—well, cleaner. The carped in the den needed a good deep cleaning, and neither of them had tackled scrubbing down the oven, but the fridge had been sorted through and the dishes done, the mess of papers and books strewn about sorted and a good wipe down clearing the general grime and dust that coated every surface. Afternoon sunlight poured in through the front windows and painted the loveseat bright. It was a considerably better sight, despite the sunlight bringing out the stain on the leftmost cushion, than its home had been when they’d arrived. The sack of birdseed sitting by the door still needed to be dealt with though.

“Plus, I don’t think I’ve seen a single birdbath anywhere around here.”

Beau trotted over and scooped it up, wincing under the weight. Mi hummed but otherwise didn’t dwell on it.

   “Have you seen a closet anywhere we can stick this in?” 

   “The bedroom closet?”

   “No, that one’s full.” Beau struggled to readjust mir grip, “got a surprising amount of gardening stuff for someone without a garden,”

   “Maybe it’s with the birdbaths,” ve quipped, poking into the little kitchen and spotting an old oak door tucked against the back wall.

“Oh hey, I think there’s a pantry! You think that’d work?”

   “Probably.”

It took a minute to amble over, during which time Beau cursed mir weak arms. Eventually though, they reached the door, and Minty opened it, tugging a bit to get it unstuck, as most of the doors in Cy’s house had a penchant to be.

Bright light flooded their eyes.

Beau dropped the bag, shielding mir eyes in an attempt to keep from going blind. The shift from the dim lighting of the house was stark, to say the least. It took a moment for either of them to look back.

The doorway opened up into a porch, seemingly, enclosed in glass like some sort of greenhouse. Plants dangled from several hanging fixtures on the wall, several rife with fruits and berries native to the region. Both the left and right walls bore bookshelves, this time in dark wood and looking much less overburdened. Little bird figurines mixed with the colourful notebooks that lined the shelves. Near the far edge, pressed against the left wall, was what seemed to be an antique chair, an intricate carving of a robin adorning the backrest. Diagonal from it, close to them, was a small desk, pens and papers organized into neat little piles or tossed into colour-coded bins. Hanging in the center was a mobile, three crow silhouettes slowly spinning with what seemed like a deck prism in its center, warm tinted. Beyond the glass walls was the backyard, a small space overflowing with native grasses. A few jays splashed about in the nearest birdbath, one of three, with flowers and vines molded into each base, depicted creeping up. A great big metal bird feeder sat in the middle of the yard, shaped into a tree with thin branches sweeping low, several containers of bird feed dangling. The structure seemed taller than both of them, even from where they stood. Honeysuckle bushes bloomed around the porch edge. A lone hummingbird buzzed among the flowers.

Both the yard and the porch-space were clean and well-organized, moreso than anywhere in the house by miles. 

Beau blinked.

   “Goodness.” Minty said, finally breaking the silence and stepping further in. Mi followed close behind. 

Beau stopped at the desk, peering down at the topmost paper. A sparrow’s nest, depicted in careful detail, labeled Figure 10.5. Beneath it was a paragraph detailing its construction.

   “At least we know it’s been up to something.”

[clown-of-madness]

yo what should Julia's dogs name be?

[weightywritings-adiposeart]

Maggie is an OC i own too technically

she’s shared with my writin’ friend but basically

she’s a big fat voreny frog queenpin who runs a swamp gang with her fat alligator chef friend and they do fat cold blooded monster things in their mire

their gang is called the Mire Marauders and they’re both mean and fat and cruel

this is an old ref of Maggie from 2019 about 

if i could redraw her she’d be more barrel shapped and bloated, kinda with a froggish body, but

yeah

frogs are fucking cool

[technofade]

made character refs for my fic ‘cuz it helps me visualize what they look like when I’m writin’. postin’ them here for my own convenience (feel free to ignore them if ya want).

[romancemoved]

writin up vis deltarune chapter 2 alt verse where he’s a 90s magical boy ( look at my old url ref..... wow ..... who was around for that era of 90smagicalboy..... i should use that url again.... )  fighting game character living in cyber world

its not very ritzy it can just be summed up as

spamton: *is absolutely the craziest fucking person you will ever meet*

vi: you’re right little jigsaw looking puppet man

[djmariutza]

First things first...

Sooooo.... in my first Tumblr post...

(clears throat)

I couldn’t figure out how to post literature stuff on DeviantArt mobile site so I’m gonna post my Skullgirls OC’s s story here. Her ref sheet is on my DA. Check it out: https://www.deviantart.com/djm-666/art/Skullgirls-OC-Ref-Midnight-840977091   (I’m too lazy to post it here)

About the story however... There will be multiple point of views (POVs) there. Anyway each part will have one POV of one character. There will be short parts and long parts. And English is not my first language so you will have to excuse me for that. :))

Wish me luck on writin’ it!

[itsyourboycorbysblog]

Yeah, I'll start writin' stories with small references with gifs/pictures I find.

Whump story #1 w/ gif ref.

He faught hard. Tried his best to save the day. But [antagonist] was just to damn powerful. Like always.

The rain continued to pour heavily onto the [protagonist's] barely conscious body, making the blood surrounding his body start pouring down the stone steps. Down the crimson liquid ran down the side of the cold Monument's hard stairs like a waterfall it seemed but with a more twisted beauty.

His samari sword he had obtained from years of hard work, lay still next to his dying body. Oh how his Great Master would look down upon him if he were to see his student in such a state. So pitiful. So foolish. So ignorant.

"I'm sorry... M-master." He quietly said through barely parting lips.

And with his last bit of dying strength, he moved his body towards the fallen umbrella. The soft material it had been made from, now stained with speckles of red blood. His blood.

He grabbed the handle of the beautiful made parasol with a shaky and bloodied hand and brunh it close to his chest. A tear finally escaping his pathetic eyes.

"I'm... I'm sorry Master..." He repeated with a shaky breath before his hands fell down to the concrete, limp. His whole body, now limp and lifeless.

Oh how he wished he could fulfil his Master's dying wishes before his own inevitable and timely death.

[intearsaboutrobots]

its a real trip writin fic bc i can close any innocent tab and b suddenly and viscerally reminded that i hav like 5 different refs of burn wounds/scars open as well