#he comes with sprites and a floatie

[sturniololuvz]

Daisy getting her first period?

💄teendad!chris

Daisy hadn’t been feeling right all day.

Her stomach was weird, and her head felt floaty, but she figured it was just from school — seventh grade had been a lot lately. She tried to push through it like always, curling up on the couch and watching some dumb YouTube video while waiting for dinner. But when she went to the bathroom before bed and looked down…

Her heart dropped.

There was blood in her underwear. Not a lot. But enough to make her freeze.

She stared at it for a full thirty seconds before whispering, “No. No way. This isn’t—this can’t be happening.”

It felt too soon. Too sudden. And way too real.

Panic rose in her throat, hot and sharp. Her hands trembled as she pulled her sweatpants back up. She didn’t know what to do, didn’t remember everything she’d learned in that health class last year, and for a second, she just stood in the hallway with her fists clenched, trying not to cry.

“Mom?” she finally called out, her voice small.

Kacey looked up from the kitchen, instantly concerned. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Daisy swallowed hard. Her eyes were glossy. “Can you come here, please?”

Kacey didn’t even hesitate. She set down the spatula and jogged over.

Chris, sitting at the table, turned as well — but the moment Kacey saw Daisy’s expression, she knew.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Kacey said softly, guiding her to the bathroom with a hand on her back. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“I think I got my period,” Daisy mumbled, the words like lead in her mouth.

Kacey didn’t flinch. “Okay. Alright. That’s totally okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Chris stood just outside the bathroom door, awkward and clearly panicked, but trying to keep it together. “Do we… like… need to go to the hospital?” he asked, genuinely alarmed.

Kacey blinked at him. “No, Chris.”

“Oh,” he said, already fidgeting. “Cool. I just—okay. Just checking.”

Daisy let out a nervous, watery laugh and leaned into Kacey’s side.

“You’re not mad, right?” she whispered.

Kacey’s heart broke a little. She cupped Daisy’s cheek. “Mad? Oh my God, no. This is a big milestone, sweet girl. And I’m so proud of you for telling me.”

“I didn’t know what to do.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to know everything. That’s what I’m here for.”

Kacey kissed her forehead and pulled her into a hug. Chris was now pacing in the hallway, wiping at his eyes like he wasn’t crying, but he totally was.

He peeked in. “I got her chocolate. And a Sprite. And a fuzzy blanket.”

Daisy cracked a weak smile. “Thanks, Dad.”

He stepped closer, finally brave enough to crouch down. His eyes were glassy.

“You’re growing up,” he said, voice tight. “And I just… I wasn’t ready for this, Daze. But I’m really proud of you. Even if I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

Daisy leaned over and hugged him too, the moment soft and shaky.

“I love you,” she said into his shoulder.

“I love you more,” he whispered back. “Even if you’re bleeding and I wanna pass out a little.”

“Chris,” Kacey warned, but she was smiling through her own tears.

⸻

Later that night, Daisy was curled on the couch, warm and clean in fresh pajamas, holding a heating pad to her stomach while Kacey rubbed gentle circles into her back.

Chris sat nearby, still kind of dazed, still wiping at his eyes when he thought no one was looking.

“She’s okay,” Kacey murmured quietly to him once Daisy had dozed off. “She’s really okay.”

“I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “It’s just… I remember holding her when she was two and calling you ‘Mama’ for the first time. And now she’s twelve and growing up and—”

Kacey reached for his hand, squeezing it tight.

Chris nodded, wiping another tear away. “She’s my little girl. And yours. And we’re so lucky she came to you first.”

“She’ll always come to us first,” Kacey said softly. “Because we’re home.”

And for the first time that day, Chris let himself cry without holding back — overwhelmed with love, pride, and the terrifying beauty of watching his daughter grow up.

⸻

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[weirdmageddon]

I'm taking the plunge because why not:

What are some headcanons regarding small, silly things that happened during the 3 year trips on the Golden Yard and Meteor?

oh lets go i love this sort of ask. no meteor crew stuff sorry im kinda tired but

on the prospitian ship:

the crocodiles are never recovering from that shit bro. un-stonks

alchemizing sessions. probably with mundane household devices like toothbrushes or something. patterned toilet paper. davesprite absolutely remakes the sbahjifier for himself but i think he also likes to hand draw them from time to time. also john and jade alchemizing bathing suits and going swimming on lolar and hanging with the turtles. casey can come too. floaties on casey

the sbahj canon diverges. so many sbahj in-jokes exclusive to the prospitian ship. unfortunately the retcon make it so none of this ever happens :(

he’d never say it but davesprite likes it when john and jade fall asleep on him doing whatever, it makes his presence feel wanted and appreciated by the people he sacrificed his self and humanhood for good for. sorry for immediately going into davesprite but good god is he tragic. oh yeah heres more. he’s still part dave and shares the same history with john and jade that alpha timeline dave does. john gave him his shades on his 13th birthday in december 2008, he sent john the con air bunny and jade a physical copy of sbahj as furries in the mail. he is identical to alpha dave in relation to his friends before the timeline splits off. dont forget that 4/13/2009 was also his first time meeting his online friends john and jade in person, even after 4 months chronologically of sburb grinding—nearly a year with all the time shenanigans—and going back to day 1, since john and jade were dead in his timeline

tries not to cry cries anyway but only when he knows theyre asleep. pov when the weight of everything suddenly hits you (you are an emotionally repressed 14 year old)

also because he’s fucking fluffy and absolutely knows it and probably thinks to himself “yeah this is the best possible use for these otherwise pointless breast feathers” and yall already know he craves cloth mother plus probably has nesting instincts

(source)

adding on to that also i think people forget sprites are actually fucking LONG and his wingspan is fucking huge he could be a pillow and a blanket at the same time

i wrote davesprite jade cuddles and john thinking about mushrooms and davesprite thinking about how they contribute to the ecnonony

^ john toked too hard on the lowas mushrooms by accident one time

it feels like pajama parties would be a common occurence just the vibes im getting. literally jade is seen sitting on a pile of squiddles and theres plushies fucking everywhere you know they got up to plushie mayhem. do you think they ever alchemized them. look how lived in that room is they all contributed something

jade resumes gardening :) but theres no sun :( but she alchemizes some plastic plants :D but its not the same :(

canonically the imps in johns house just gave up tormenting him and started hanging out and having snacks on movie night

PENIS!

imagine looking up into the sky and seeing a giant casey the size of a planet sleep. jade resizes stuff for fun like this just to introduce some novelty to their lives

this is something

davesprite has beavis and butthead do america (1996) in his collection somewhere in his apartment on lohac

yall theyre watching johns fuckin spongebob dvd box collection. you KNOW john owns the spongebob squarepants movie (2004). and the best thing is it brings all of them together without any of them objecting. they all love spongebob

when the episode jellyfish jam comes on johns like “wow, pretty much this exact scenario happened to me with the imps.” (arthur flashback sfx)

DAVESPRITE: yeah well you didnt have a giant sound system did you

jade warps dave’s bro’s sound system from lohac and sizes it up. they put on stadium rave and the entire fucking house shakes

[knuckles-junior]

Epic Mickey Magic AU Chapter 12: Clear Water Beach Party

•••

Yesterday, Mickey and Oswald discovered new cards that can help their fellow toons and new ways to prepare themselves for future battle. Not only that, but Oswald and Ortensia were introduced to Francine Cottontail, or as she prefers to be called Fanny. We've discovered what she had to go through in her past, and now she is seeking revenge on them, especially Ortensia. It looks like Mickey has no idea what has happened on that night nor anything about the mysterious forgotten toon.

As Mickey and his friends arrive at their destination in Tortooga, they meet up with Jamface and the group of gremlins. Since it is summer, they all wore short sleeved jumpsuits. Gremlin Patxi was there as well.

"Mornin' Jamface!" Oswald greeted.

Jamface smiled at the brothers, Ortensia and the star sprites. "Good morning, leader! And good morning to you all as well."

Mikey flew to Jamface. "We saw you and the gremlins on the news this morning. Something about a solution to getting rid of that weird green water."

"Oui. That 'green water' you're referring to is the thinner ocean."

"And we have indeed found a way to get rid of those bloody waters once and for all. But I suggest we use those magical abilities of yours." The voice came from Patxi as he was flying towards Mickey and Oswald.

"Our magic?" Oswald asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jamface scoffed. "I forgot Patxi said something about that."

"From what I heard, the magic you use helps toons, does it not?"

"Well, of course it does." Mickey said. "I'm not sure if we have any specific cards that we can use. We used an ice card yesterday to keep Paulie's ice cream from melting."

"I don't think Ollie and I  have a card to clear out thinner. Sorry..." Mikey apologized.

Oswald sighed. "Darn...It would take a miracle to get all this thinner cleared out."

Kira's brooch suddenly glowed and it made her giggle. Then, everyone gasped when a light bursted with magic coming out of her brooch. It was headed directly towards the thinner waters.

"What's happening?!"

"Everyone, look!" Mickey pointed to the magic slowly removing every single piece of thinner from the ocean. The thinner was now gone and turned the water to a crystal blue color. It was a miracle!

"Whoa! I didn't know Kira had that kind of magic!" Camila looked at Kira's brooch. "Oswald might've said something that made that brooch react to it."

"Way to go, little sis!" Kyle hugged Kira. She giggled.

"Looks like all wishes do come true." Patxi chuckled.

Oswald happily puts his arm around Mickey. "Well, Mickey, looks like we're having that beach party after all!"

"Awesome! Come on! Let's get decorating!"

~~~

The toons and the sprites continued cheering before they could start decorating the beach for their party. They put up balloons, streamers, and many summer decorations to place around Tortooga. The toons also brought in many inflatable pool floaties, enough for all of them to use. By the looks of things, it's going to be an amazing party that Wasteland will have!

Mickey continued to look at all the hard work that he and his friends have done, and Mickey suddenly thought of something. "Gosh, I wish I had my swimsuit. All of my clothes are stuck at home."

"I don't think any of us have swimsuits either. Heck, I don't think I ever wore one!"

"Boys!"

Mickey and Oswald turned to Ortensia coming from behind with something behind her back.

"Ortensia?"

"I bumped into the Mad Hatter a moment ago, and he told me to give you these." Ortensia shows the boys two pairs of swim trunks. One was red and the other was blue. She first gives the blue swimsuit to Oswald.

"Sweet! We'll make sure to thank him later." Oswald also takes the red swimsuit and gives it to Mickey.

"Oh, and he made some for the sprites too!" Ortensia showed the boys the smallest swim trunks from her palm. She was also holding three more swimsuits for Kyle, Camila and Kira.

"Aww! Those will look adorable on them!" Mickey chuckled.

As they were looking at the swimsuits, Patxi was peeking out from behind. "Have fun all you want, fools. But soon, your happiness will be gone before you know it." He said to himself before he teleported back to Dark Beauty Castle.

Meanwhile, Fanny and Small Pete were hiding behind by the projector screen where the entrance to Tortooga was. Prescott paired them up so that they can come up with a plan to steal Mickey and Oswald's communes, and to also go after the new sprites that leads to the power of the miracle bracelets.

Fanny groaned."Why am I paired up with the dumbest of those cats?"

"Hey! I'm not that dumb! You haven't seen my powers yet, runt!"

"I won't bother to stick around just to see what you can do. I can take care of this myself." Fanny jumps away from Small Pete.

"Get back here, Ms. Know-It-All!" Small Pete growls. He calmed down and got a good view of Tortooga. He slowly started to grin and gave out a mischievous chuckle. That does not look good.

~~~

And so, the beach party has begun! Mickey and Oswald now have their swimsuits put on and ready to run to the water! They jumped off of the boardwalk and took a dive. Ortensia walked to where Mickey and Oswald jumped off from with her swimsuit being worn as well. She watched the boys swimming together and splashing around in the water. Kyle, Camila and Kira have also put theirs on and followed Ortensia.

"The boys are having so much fun." Ortensia giggled. "Now everyone can enjoy the waters of Tortooga, and it's all thanks to your little sister!"

Kira giggled as well.

"It just suddenly happened! It was almost like a miracle happened." Camila said.

Oswald waved at Ortensia and the sprites to get their attention. "Hey, guys! Join us! The water's great!"

"Coming, honey bunny!" Ortensia hops in the water.

"Take us with you, Ortensia!" Camila flies to Ortensia while carrying Kira.

"Don't forget about me!" Kyle takes a dive.

Ortensia swims to Mickey and Oswald. The sprites proceed to follow her.

"Hey wait for us!"

Ortensia and the sprites turned around to see Mikey and Ollie in their swimsuits flying to the water with two floaties that were being held by their stubby hands. They all watched the red and blue sprites lower themselves to the water. Mikey puts his floatie down and sits on it, and then Ollie pushes Mikey towards Mickey and Oswald to join in on the fun.

"Wow! The sprites look so cute in their swimsuits!" Mickey chuckled.

"They really do." Oswald said.

"Does the water feel good, Kira?"

Kira happily squealed as a yes.

"I never thought I'd be able to swim in these waters. This is amazing!"

"It sure is, Ozzie! Everyone's having fun!"

Everyone was indeed enjoying themselves. Mickey and Oswald saw the toons splashing around in the water, happy to see that they don't have to worry about the thinner getting in their way. Other toons were hanging out with their friends, dancing to music and eating ice cream that Paulie was handing out to on this beautiful sunny day. Everything was so peaceful. So...perfect.

Sometime later, Ortensia decided to take a break from swimming. Kyle, Camila and Kira wanted to come with her. Meanwhile, Mickey and Oswald were relaxing their backs in the water as they had their eyes closed. Mikey and Ollie were also relaxed as they were floating around in their floaties next to their holders.

"Ah, this is the life, eh, Mickey?"

"It sure is."

"I could stay here forever."

"Me too."

An hour passes and Mickey and Oswald are out of the water and take a break as well. They covered themselves in towels as they were having a picnic with Ortensia by the boardwalk. Kyle, Camila and Kira are sleeping in the Starlight Commune.

"It's so nice that we were able to make this party happen!" Ortensia said.

"Yeah. I never thought we would ever touch this water again ever since the thinner disaster." Oswald takes a sip of water.

"Tortooga sure is looking amazing." Mickey got a good look at the place. The sky was looking pretty. The seagulls were flying by in the sky. Mickey felt like going out for a stroll, so he stood up.

"I'm gonna go for a walk. Maybe talk to some toons."

"I'll go with ya, Mickey!" Mikey flew next to his partner.

Mickey smiled and nodded.

"Ooh! Do ya think you can bring us back some ice cream while you're at it?"

Mickey chuckled. "You got it, Ozzie."

~~~

Mickey walked around Tortooga and greeted some of the toons that were attending the party. They all gave him and Mikey a warm welcome. Some thanked him for bringing up the idea of a party in Tortooga.

"Mickey!"

Mickey was surprised by the sudden yet familiar voice. It was Gus who was flying towards him. Like the other gremlins, he was also wearing a short sleeved jumpsuit.

"Oh! Hey, Gus! How have you been?"

"I'm doing well. My word, Tortooga is looking more fascinating than ever!"

"It sure is! Say, ya wanna look around and see what we've been doing?" Mickey asked.

Gus smiled. "Of course!"

So Mickey shows Gus all the decorations that he and Oswald have put up for the beach party. They even greeted Paulie and gave them some ice cream to enjoy on this sunny day. Mickey just reminded himself about getting some for Oswald and Ortensia. He also wanted to get some for the sprites. All except Kira, since she's still a baby and can't really handle frozen treats yet. Mickey wanted to give the ice cream to his friends real quick before continuing to show Gus around. Afterwards, Mickey felt like going for another swim. Gus just stood and watched him.

"One of our new sprites was able to have the ability to get rid of all the thinner. She's a baby, yet she has really strong magic!"

"That's interesting. The same three new star sprites that gave you and Oswald the Miracle Bracelets?"

"That's right! They're gonna be a great help to fight the bad guys!" Mikey said.

"You're not gonna jump in, Gus?" Mickey asked.

"No no. It's alright. I'm not that much of a swimmer."

Mikey flies up to Gus. "Aw, c'mon! The water's nice!"

"Mikey, leave him be. It's ok."

"Why is he so afraid of water?" Mikey asked.

"It's because he can't swim." Mickey answered.

Gus chuckled nervously and blushed a bit. "It's true. I do have a fear of water."

"I didn't know. Sorry." Mikey apologized.

Mickey turned around and noticed a toon from a distance. "Hey! Is that a toon over there?"

~~~

The three decided to investigate who was standing by the ocean all alone, away from the party. They walked closer and closer. The one that was more curious was Mickey who was stepping the closest.

"Who...is that?"

It appeared to be a girl.  She had the appearance of a rabbit. She had long hair that was being held with a ponytail, and was also wearing makeup. Her swimsuit was a one piece with a red color. She heard their presence and turned around at them, not saying a single word.

Mickey slowly waved at the girl. "Uhhh...Hi there."

"...Hello."

"I don't think we've seen you around here before. What's your name?"

"I'm...Faith."

"Faith? Well, It's a pleasure to meet ya, Faith. I'm Mickey. This is Gus, and this is my star sprite, Mikey."

Mikey and Gus kindly waved.

"Why don't you join us? We're having a party here and all, and we don't want anyone being left out."

Faith turned away from them. "I don't know if I want to. This forgotten world...it's all new to me."

"And that's why we're here to help you. It's what friends do."

"...Friends?"

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a vine grabs Gus and throws him into the water. Mickey gasped and ran to where Gus was thrown into.

"Oh no! Gus!"

"Those vines definitely belong to Small Pete!"

Faith looked around in the sky and spotted Small Pete laughing while riding on his man eating plants, wearing a girly swimsuit.

"Small Pete?! That idiot!"

"SOMEONE!!! HELP!!!" Gus shouted.

Faith watched him struggle to get to shore. "He'll be alright. Right?"

Gus sinks.

"He can't swim!" Mickey exclaimed.

"It's a good thing I tagged along with you, Mickey! Here! Take this card!" Mikey gives Mickey an Aquatic Card. It had a picture of a mermaid tail on it. Meaning it can give him a pair of fins, and mermaids can breathe underwater. "This will definitely save your friend. Now go!"

"Right!"

Mickey swipes the card onto his commune and gains his aquatic form. Meanwhile, Gus continued to sink lower and lower into the sea and was beginning to lose consciousness. He was out of breath, and hopeless that he'll never make it out alive. After passing out, Mickey swam with such speed as he picked up his gremlin friend, and quickly returned to the surface.

~~~

"Gus?! Gus! Wake up!" Mickey exclaimed.

Mikey flew next to Gus' chest. Thankfully, he heard breathing.

"He's breathing!"

Shortly after, Gus began to gain consciousness and started coughing up water.

"Gus! Oh, Thank goodness!"

"..Mickey? Mikey?"

Mickey hugs Gus. He felt surprised. "I was so scared! I thought you were a goner!"

"Mickey, you saved me! Thank you." Gus hugs Mickey back. He suddenly thought to himself how Mickey did it. He looked down and noticed Mickey's red fish tail. It caused him to yelp and push himself away.

"Gosh, Gus. What's wrong?" Mickey asked.

"Mickey, WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL AM I LOOKING AT?!"

"This?" Mickey showed Gus his mermaid tail. "I used some card Mikey gave me to save you. Now I have turned into a mermouse!" Mickey chuckled. "Isn't this great?"

Gus gagged. "Indeed. I'm very proud of you." He said sarcastically.

Mikey flew up to Gus. "Hey, be grateful that Mickey saved your life. Oswald has that card too."

"You are kidding..."

"No I'm not."

"Hey! That girl! Where did she go?" Mickey suddenly asked as he was looking around to find Faith.

"We can look for her later. Right now Tortooga is in trouble!" Mikey exclaimed.

"Got it!" Mickey dives into the water.

"Why do I find that tail of his disgusting?" Gus asked himself. "Just thinking about it is making me sick."

~~~

Back at the party, toons were running around in panic. The screaming caused Kyle, Camila and Kira to wake up.

"Oswald! These vines are everywhere!" Ollie exclaimed.

Oswald was already transformed into his wish form trying to slash every vine he could, but more continued growing from the sea.

"There's too many of them! And toons are getting trapped from them!"

"Hurry, Camila! We have to help Oswald!" Kyle charged up his fire wish magic and attacked Small Pete's vines.

"My vines will help the toons!" Camila uses her wish magic to summon her lovely looking vines on land.

"Wha- Those are..."

"Those are the vines we saw before!"

"So that's Camila's wish magic. I better use my Honor Bound ASAP!" Oswald dashed to slash all the dark vines. "Guys, grab onto Camila's vines! They're the safe ones!"

The toons nodded and grabbed onto Camila's vines.

"Hurry and climb down! That wish magic is incomplete! They're gonna wither any second now!" Ollie explained. As soon as he said that, the toons noticed the vines beginning to wither, but they were too late to react. They started falling down! Oswald acted quickly, but he needed something to stop time. Sure, a time sketch would come in handy, but it wouldn't last long.

"Oswald! Grab this! This card will stop time without a time limit!" Ollie quickly took out the Time Stop Card. "Hurry and activate it!"

"Thanks, Ollie!" Oswald slashed the card and time has completely stopped, giving him all the time in the world to save all the toons.

This card will only let Mickey and Oswald run in real time while everything else is slowed down. Once that was dealt with, he quickly destroyed the rest of Small Pete's vines and noticed Small Pete in the sky. He wasn't moving, so he felt like kicking him to the sun again. Once time was normal again, Kira huffed and her bow began to glow, using her wish magic to revert everything back to how it was before. Toons started to cheer! There was no need to use the miracle bracelets since it is Small Pete.

"Yeah! We did it!" Oswald cheered as he transformed back to his toon form.

"Oswald!"

Oswald sees Ortensia running towards him. They also heard the sound of a gremlin teleporting. It was Gus who was flying to Oswald and Ortensia. He also had a towel around him.

"Honey bunny, That was incredible! Those powers of yours are becoming stronger!"

"I could've done it without Kyle, Camila and Kira." Oswald suddenly heard panting coming from the three sprites. They were extremely tired from using their powers.

"We showed those plants...Right, girls?"

Camila nodded. "Yes..."

Ollie suddenly remembered something. "Oh, that's right! Camila, you have to be very careful when you're using your magic. You don't have a holder to control it yet! Not to mention that your powers are incomplete. Same goes for you too, Kyle."

"I see..."

"The only thing you guys can do for now is to bring us the miracle bracelets when we need them."

"We got it..." Kyle said before the three poofed into their commune and passed out.

"Did I miss something?" Gus asked.

"Kyle, Camila and Kira used their powers, but they're incomplete. We need to find holders for them, so that we can train them." Ollie said.

"New holders, eh?"

"Gus, why are you wet? What happened?' Ortensia asked.

"Small Pete's vines tossed me into the water."

"Oh dear! Are you alright?"

"Yes. Mickey was the one that saved me."

A splash was heard. It was Mickey who was still a mermouse, but he returned back to having legs once he reached dry land.

"Thank goodness that tail is gone."

"Mickey??" Oswald ran to Mickey.

"Hey, guys!"

"Did you just have a fish tail attached to your body?!"

"Yeah. It was a card Mikey gave me. You have it too, Oswald."

Oswald's eyes widened up. "REALLY?? Awesome! I always wanted to be a merrabbit!"

"It looks like you were able to manage taking care of all the damage."

"Yeah. We'll give you the details later."

Mickey frowns and sighed. "Sorry if I couldn't catch up to you. I was trying to find Faith."

"Faith?"

"Who's Faith?" Ortensia asked.

"A girl Mikey, Gus and I met a while ago. We didn't get to talk a lot, but she seemed nice. I hope she's safe. If I run into her again, I'll introduce you all to her."

Oswald nodded. "Sounds good."

Everyone looked up to the sky as the sun was setting. From the top of the building where Fanny was, she watched them from above. Her eyes then turned to Mickey, the toon that she met today. Prescott has also told her about the mouse as well. About how famous he is. But the main focus was to gain control of his strongest wish magic along with Oswald's. She also witnessed the new wish magic from Kyle, Camila and Kira. She needed to report it to her master at once.

~~~

It was already nighttime, and the party was still ongoing. Oswald was sitting down, lost in thought. He was still not getting over what happened last night with Fanny, or where she is now.

"Oswald?"

"Huh?!"

"Oswald, what's wrong?"

"Oh, It's nothin'."

Mickey smiled at Oswald. After hearing that, there seemed to be no problems for him. He stood up and began to walk. "I'm gonna get some fruit punch. Ya want one?"

"Sure. Thanks again."

Mickey took off. Oswald continued to think in his head...If Fanny really is a villain or not.

"Fanny...who even is she?"

[pesterloglog]

Arquiusprite, Jane Crocker, Roxy Lalonde, John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Rosesprite, Jaspersprite

Act 6, page 7583-7588

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Abra cafiddling dabra you silly shootnerds

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> My e%ceedingly STRONG work as the party's premier bodybuilding hacker is done

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Off I go

JANE: ...

ROXY: JANE!!!!!

ROXY: ur wake!

JANE: Roxy?????

JANE: U'r alive!

JANE: Er, you're!

ROXY: so are you!

ROXY: you were dead last time i saw you and also before i found u sleepin here but now ur awake and also alive!

JANE: Yeah!

JANE: You were dead too, because I...

JANE: But now you're??

JANE: Oh god, Roxy, I'm so sorry I,

JANE: I wasn't thinking straight when...

JANE: Please forgive me. :(

ROXY: aw janey you dont gotta worry about whatever sad incident that frowns about

ROXY: thats all water under a bridge from a reality i got no recollection of and therefore dont matter at all

ROXY: by which i mean......

ROXY: this reality here, so ok the reality is still KIND of relevant because we are literally inside of it atm

ROXY: but im new here!

ROXY: i came over to keep being roxy since the old one died or whatever thru hecka debacles

JANE: That... is quite an explanation!

JANE: Jeez, I missed you.

ROXY: cmere u extravagant bitch!!!

JANE: Hahah!

JANE: (Wait... what?)

JOHN: the hug pile doesn't stop from getting taller.

ROSE: ?

JOHN: the hug pile! there are more hugs, rose.

ROSE: I can see the hugs. I don't understand the pile thing.

JOHN: oh. don't you remember?

JOHN: a funny quote from one of dave's old comics!

ROSE: Ah. Yes, vaguely.

ROSE: It's been a long journey, John.

ROSE: I believe one of the most valuable lessons that comes with growing up is gaining the wisdom that gently informs you when it's time to retire a meme.

JOHN: heh...

JOHN: i guess i never earned that handy badge, or whatever.

JOHN: i like this, though. every time someone wakes up, or pops out of nowhere, it's fun times all over again.

JOHN: i feel like i should be playing reunion bingo.

JOHN: who will be next??

JOHN: my money is on the long awaited and insanely poignant reunion between me and casey the salamander.

ROSE: Surely you mean the dear Viceroy Bubbles Von Salamancer, right?

ROSE: And instead of you, you mean me.

ROSE: That's when the real tears will flow.

JOHN: what do you think she's up to?

ROSE: He.

JOHN: no, she is my beautiful daughter. :p

ROSESPRITE: Something tells me the good Viceroy has been busy.

ROSE: Oh?

ROSESPRITE: I sense he's been... scheming.

ROSESPRITE: Plotting.

ROSESPRITE: Biding his time.

ROSESPRITE: Accruing dark legions.

ROSE: That sure is a thing that would be dumb, if true.

ROSESPRITE: Yeah.

JOHN: hi nanna!

JOHN: jane, i mean.

JOHN: sorry, it's an easy mistake to make, because you're my nanna!

ROXY: lol

ROXY: real smooth shit john

JANE: Hello!

JANE: A pleasure to meet you, John. Or, poppop, as I used to know you.

JOHN: hehe, yeah so i heard!

JANE: You look so...

JANE: Young.

JOHN: thanks!

JOHN: so do you.

JOHN: my nanna, who used to be ashes on my fireplace, regained her old womanly visage when i turned her into a sprite, and she helped me along the way.

JOHN: so nanna is a sprite! did you know that?

JANE: Um... no?

JOHN: i thought you should know that. she's probably around somewhere. i hope you can meet her.

JOHN: oh, also, i'm your son technically. did you know that??

JANE: Yes.

JANE: It is... a pretty strange fact!

JANE: But also pretty cool.

JOHN: yup!

ROXY: ooh jane thats my daughter there say hi to her!!!

JANE: Hi!

ROSE: Hi, John's hot mom.

ROSE: (Aw shit.)

JANE: Haha...?

ROXY: also thats umm ANOTHER version of rose who died and then i buried and a stupid cat unburied her for some reason and prototyped her

ROXY: so say hello to my cool floaty double daughter!

JANE: Hi, Roxy's hot double daughter.

ROSESPRITE: :D

ROSESPRITE: (Rose Prime, I believe you may have just been owned.)

ROSE: (God damn Dave's contagious-ass Freudian boners.)

JANE: Wow, I feel so out of the loop! Sorry if I still seem disoriented from my... nap, I suppose it was?

JANE: Or impromptu troll-coma.

JANE: Roxy, you have to clue me in on what happened here! Where are Dirk and Jake?

JANE: And for that matter, John, where are your other friends? Oh, Jade! Where is she? Is she still asleep?

ROXY: hey janey that is all like a lot of stuff to say and everything goin on here is faaairly complicated and heavily peopled

ROXY: dont worry ill ease you into comprehending shit again ;)

ROXY: well ok cliff notes are: jake fucked off somewhere and dirk recently fucked off BACK here through a window but he left again pretty quick...

ROXY: dave went with dirk at wherever their fucking off too now, i think to get ready for some swords fightin, and yeah jade is still asleep but a coupla trolls lugged her off somewhere safe for now

ROXY: the REST of the junk im still sorting out myself bcs like i said im new to this exact plane of shenanigans

JANE: Yes, you mentioned that.

JANE: I still don't know what you meant by...

JANE: Wait!

JANE: You and John came from another reality, where everything went horribly, right?

ROXY: m-hmmm!

JANE: I just remembered. Really, it's been such a rollercoaster ride for my memory, since I fell asleep.

JANE: Your and John's travels were a critical part of the illustrated story we reconstructed through our memories with Callie.

ROXY: wat!

ROXY: you saw callie in your dreams????

JANE: I did!

ROXY: hoh man

ROXY: how is she!

ROXY: i saw her in a dream a little while ago and we talked about lots of stuff

ROXY: she looked like a troll then

JANE: Yes, her trollsona! She had hers on when I saw her.

JANE: And we had ours on too!

ROXY: :O FUCK

JANE: She seemed to be doing well.

JANE: Nervous, of course, since she was hiding. But we passed the time with our stories.

JANE: It was a lot of fun! I'm so happy I got to meet her.

JANE: I wonder if I'll ever get the chance again?

ROXY: wellll...

ROXY: now that u mention it

ROXY: it IS one of my chief objectives to go lookin for her asap

ROXY: aaand not to be THAT ROGUE n brag all heavy but i MAY be in better touch with my void powers now

ROXY: soo maybe i stand a p good chance of trackin her down?

ROXY: cus i GOT somethin for her

JANE: You do?? What? :B

ROXY: just a lil presie, nbd

JANE: ...

JANE: I see.

ROXY: JK IT IS CRUCIAL FUKKIN BLING JANEY

ROXY: ONE (1) PRICELESS DIGIT DONUT!!!

ROXY: W/ MORE KARATS THAN A RABBIT TOO FAT FOR A HOLE

ROXY: (s'magic to)

JANE: WOW!!!!!!!!!!

JANE: Ahem, so,

JANE: You mean a ring, then.

JOHN: yeah!

JOHN: oh man, that's a great idea roxy.

JOHN: you should try and give it to her as soon as you can!

JOHN: then maybe we can all meet her before we ramp up for this battle?

ROXY: hmm yeh!

ROXY: u think i can do it?

JOHN: sure!

ROSE: I like your chances too.

ROSESPRITE: Same!

JASPERSPRITE: Me too roxy! :3

ROSE: I also have some experience helping people along in the right direction, when it comes to navigating the abyss.

ROSE: Maybe I could assist?

ROXY: yeah maybe!

ROSESPRITE: I'm pretty sure I have experience performing literally the exact same task, in a slightly different context.

ROSESPRITE: So maybe I can double assist?

JOHN: see roxy? everyone thinks you should do it, because they all believe in you.

JANE: That's right!

ROXY: shucks fuckers ._.

ROXY: yall killin me here <3

JASPERSPRITE: Meow im so happy!

ROXY: frigglish u silly bastard whats up?

JASPERSPRITE: Purr purr purr...

JASPERSPRITE: All the humans being so close together and happy and friendly purr purr.

JASPERSPRITE: Its making me really excited and happy too and making me feel like i want to be a part of everything!

JASPERSPRITE: Purr purr and get close to a nearby person and be happy at them with my body purrrr...

ROSESPRITE: Jaspers, what are you...

JASPERSPRITE: I cant help it rose i want to cuddle im feeling so pleased and friendly! :3 :3 :3

ROSESPRITE: Jaspers, no,

ROSESPRITE: No, don't!

ROSESPRITE: JASPERS, NOOOOO!

JASPERSPRITE: :3 purrrrrrr

[callsign-joyride]

Don't Fear The Reaper - Chapter One

Description: You start getting things set up at the camp with everyone else.

Content warnings: For the fic; violence with a knife, blood, death, gore, sexual themes, drug use. For this chapter; a crazy old man, drug use, drinking.

Pairing: Daisy Jones & The Six x OC Donna Smith

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June 1, 1978 One week until campers arrive

Everyone whooped and cheered as you rolled into the gravel parking lot with your windows down. You chuckled and spit your piece of bubblegum into an old receipt and shoved it into your pocket before pulling the key out of the ignition and getting out of the car. Daisy practically tackled you for a hug and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh my God, it’s been forever! How was college?” She asked.

“It was great. I just graduated with a BA in fine arts and I already have a job lined up at one of the high schools.”

“You’ll be a great art teacher,” Camila said.

The group continued to catch up in the parking lot before Teddy walked out of the mess hall and greeted them.

“It’s great to see all of you here this year. We’ve got a week to get everything ready for when the kids get here. I’ve already got your rosters and cabin assignments prepared. Camila, the nurse’s cabin should have everything that you need. Donna, the craft cabin should have everything that you need. The two of you will share the Cherry Lane house.”

“That’s hot,” Graham said. Daisy didn’t hesitate to give him a well-deserved smack on the back of the head.

“As for the rest of you, you’ll be with the campers. I’ll leave you guys to unpack your things and we’ll meet at the mess hall for lunch at around one. Does that sound good?” 

Everyone said yes and you went back over to your car to grab your things. As you closed the trunk, you could’ve sworn that you saw a tall figure in the woods. You hadn’t realized that you had been in a trance with your keys in your hand and your bag on the ground next to you until Camila put her hands on your shoulders and asked if you were okay. It made you jump a little.

“Yeah, just thought I saw something. I’m good, I promise.”

“Uh, okay. Let’s get going.”

The two of you talked on your way to the house. You were the first one in, putting your bags in one of the bedrooms and immediately going to open the windows. The place felt stuffy and you knew that a few fans weren’t going to do the trick. The alarm clock on the nightstand doubled as a radio so you got that going. Silence tended to freak you out. Time seemed to pass by slowly as you put your clothes away and arranged the room in the way that you’d like it. 

Everyone laughed over ham and cheese sandwiches and coleslaw. Teddy started telling everyone what to do when you grabbed a bag of chips and opened your second can of Sprite. 

“Billy and Graham, make sure that the trail behind the scout cabins is still closed. And make sure that those cabins are clean. We’ve got a group of scouts coming in the middle of July. Daisy, Karen, and Donna, you’re on pool duty. We might need more pool toys and floaties. Warren, Camila, and Eddie, you’re on bathroom duty. I want all of those bathrooms cleaned by the end of the day. I’ll be doing yard maintenance around the cabins if anyone has any questions.”

Warren complained that he was getting bathroom duty, which made everyone laugh. Everyone split up to get their tasks done and you went to the pool. Daisy and Karen followed you to the shed to get the cleaning supplies. It took a few hours to get everything turned around, but it went by quickly. You all looked up when the gate opened. In walked Billy and Graham, who looked sweaty and tired.

“Looks like you did more than go out to the scout cabins,” Daisy said.

“Actually, that’s pretty much all we did. It’s hotter than hell’s front porch and we thought we saw someone.”

“Huh,” you said.

“What? Have you seen someone?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. Earlier when I was getting my stuff out of my car, I thought there was someone in the woods. It was probably nothing, though.”

“Well, I wanna know why Teddy wants that trail blocked off.”

“Probably because it’s too far from the mess hall? Having a bunch of kids walk that far in the heat could be dangerous. I don’t see why it matters, anyways. Let’s head back to the mess hall.”

It had started to cool down a lot by the time the group got back to the mess hall. Everyone enjoyed tacos that Teddy went to pick up before you went to the arts and crafts cabin. There were certainly enough supplies for basic activities but you wanted to do more. Teddy handed you his credit card and told you to get whatever you needed. Camila volunteered to go with you in case you needed help, and Warren asked you to bring back a few cases of beer if you could. The shops were in town, so it was about a fifteen-minute drive. You decided that you were going to go to the grocery store last since you were also going to get popsicles and ice cream.

“Okay, don’t tell anyone, but Billy and I are getting married when we get home. We’ve been together for four years but we just can’t wait.”

“Woah, you can’t just drop that on me. I mean, congratulations, but woah. Do you have a plan for a ceremony?”

“Yeah, we’re just gonna run off to the courthouse and fill out the papers. It’s cheap and fast. And then we’re going to Vegas for our honeymoon.”

“Camila, that sounds amazing. I should make you a cake. Or cupcakes and we can celebrate with the kids. But only if you want me to, of course.”

“That’s very kind of you, but we want it to be a secret. Maybe you could wait until the last night? It’d be a nice surprise for the kids.”

You got everything that you needed before stopping at a local Dairy Barn and getting a Fanta float for yourself and a Coke float for Camila. You also stopped to fill your tank on the way back and pick up a few snacks from the small gas station. Camila was behind you and talked to the cashier while you paid for your things.

“We’re counselors at Camp Solstice, actually.”

“Really? I haven’t been there since my kids were little. They’re 18 and 20 now. My youngest is getting ready to move away for college soon.”

A rugged-looking elderly man rushed up when you picked up the snacks. His nonsensical rambling startled you and Camila.

“You shouldn’t be there! He’ll come back and kill you! All of you!” He exclaimed.

“All right, calm down, Ed. They reopened the camp a little over a decade ago, remember? And there haven’t been any incidents. Let me call your daughter so that she can pick you up,” the cashier said. 

“Sorry about that, ladies. My son was one of the counselors thirty years back. He didn’t get the worst of it but it was all an awful, bloody mess. I about killed myself trying to find the guy. I still don’t know how he got away with it.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. We gotta get going but we’ll be careful,” you said as you and Camila walked out of the store. 

“That was weird,” she said.

“I know. I don’t like making assumptions but it sounded like he had something wrong with him. Having someone that you care about get horrifically murdered is traumatizing, no doubt about it, but he seemed whacked out.”

“Like he was on drugs.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never seen drugs do that to a person. I’m not particularly worried about it, though. The killings happened thirty years ago so I’m pretty sure the guy who did all of that would be on death’s door. We’ll be fine.”

You got back to the camp and everyone helped you unload your car. Warren and Camila put the beers and ice cream in the house and you put the art supplies in the craft cabin before handing Teddy his card back. You spent hours at the pottery wheel making little flower pots for the kids. You were so in the zone that Eddie knocking on the screen door made you jump and you almost screamed.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. We’re all going to the pool for a swim if you wanted to join us.”

“Cool. You don’t have to wait up for me. I gotta get all of this cleaned up but I’ll be there.”

“No, it’s okay. We’ll wait.”

You nodded and quickly cleaned up before grabbing your water bottle and heading out. The sun was starting to set so mostly everyone had flashlights. You all stripped down to your underwear and jumped into the deep end of the pool. Warren got out of the pool and walked over to his clothes before going through the pockets of his shorts.

“Anyone wanna do some acid?” He asked. Billy muttered something under his breath about how bad of an idea this was going to become, but you, Daisy, and Graham all seemed down. The high that the acid gave you combined with the buzz from the alcohol turned you into a giggly mess. You all got out of the pool when your fingers got started to get wrinkly from being in the water for so long. Warren and Billy walked you and Camila to the house and got you to your rooms.

“We should do that again,” you said as Warren tucked you in. He chuckled and sat next to you.

“We’ve only got a few days until the kids get here. Maybe I could come and visit you sometime after this is over, though.”

“Why didn’t I think of that? And my apartment complex has a pool so we could recreate this if we wanted to. That’d be fun.”

“It’s getting late and I gotta go, but I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight, Warren.”

“Goodnight, Donna.”

Billy and Warren’s cabins were right next to each other so they were able to walk and talk for a bit. 

“Admit it, man. You like her,” Billy said.

“Who? Donna? I mean, she’s cool and all but I don’t like her like that.”

“Keep telling yourself that. I could see how antsy you were until she showed up. You’ve kind of been doting after her for years. I’m actually surprised that she hasn’t noticed. You gotta say something, man. Only a month or so before we go our separate ways again. All I’m saying is that you should give it a shot.”

“What if she says no?”

“That’s probably the worst thing that could happen. It’ll be fine.”

That was far from the worst thing that could’ve happened.

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@idontcare-11 @kmc1989

[aoitrolls-moved]

So I bought this guy ages ago as an adoptable and then I had his sprites commissioned. Problem is that I never have enough muse to rp the poor guy. 

So, I want to give him away for free to a good home. I will be very selective about this too, because I don’t want him going to waste.

His original concept was that he is a mutant pastel purple blood who thinks he’s a seadweller. You can change around his concept if you want.

If you’re interested, message me and lemme know.

[youtifulhobi]

Strawberry Sundae [JHS]

➴ Pairing: JHS x reader | WC: 6k | Genre: fluff | Rating: PG-13 (see warnings)

➴ Warnings: some swearing, slightly suggestive themes (but nothing overt), vague mentions of alcohol, a gratuitous amount of word vomit about loving our resident sunshine Jung Hoseok, possibly a vomit-inducing amount of cheese and fluff; here are some [nonexistent] insulin pills to deal with the sweetness :)

➴ Tags: slice of life!AU, lifeguard!Hobi, Olympian swimmer!reader | themes: established relationship, flashback, meet cute, vacation

➴ Summary: A few years after you begin dating Jung Hoseok, the two of you reminisce about how you met when he was a lifeguard and saved you from drowning, when in reality you had just fell off your strawberry floatie and he just wanted to talk to you.

➴ A/N: bless @oftenderweapons​ for making this beautiful banner for the collab and letting me use it because yours truly is a big clown and left her writing till literally the very last 24 hours whoops also a HUGE thank you to my beautiful bae @bangtanhome​ for betaing this at the very last second, I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you. I am in awe of your huge brain and fat ass ♡ And also an equally big thank you to my soulmate @joheunsaram​ for betaing this in double quick time and knowing exactly what I was trying to say ♡♡♡

Do not redistribute or plagiarise on any other platforms (including but not limited to wattpad, youtube, instagram, facebook).  I only use tumblr and AO3 as of the time of posting.  If I find my work plagiarised or redistributed without consent, I will not hesitate to take legal action.

You sit at your usual booth at your favourite ice cream parlour, waiting for Hoseok. Your beloved boyfriend, Jung Hoseok, is the light of your life, though he’s often late due to his job as a lifeguard at the only beach in town.

Funnily enough, his job was the reason you met, so you never complained wholeheartedly. As you sit on the lacquered wood, daydreaming about your boyfriend, you don’t notice the gentle tinkling of the bell attached to the door, nor do you notice excited giggles coming from its general direction.

“A Sprite Zero for my favourite customer,” a familiar voice sounds near your ear. Startled out of your reverie, you look up to see a sweet smile, belonging to an old friend.

“Monet!” you squeal, jumping up to hug her. “What are you doing here? I thought you left In The Scoop after graduation!”

Your friend smiles at you as she instinctively reaches out to catch the glass you nearly knocked over in your excitement. “Jimin had some business in the neighbourhood, so we figured we’d pop by to see how this place was doing. Glad to see you and Hobi are still single-handedly keeping the parlour afloat,” Monet jokes, patting your arm.

You laugh with her. “No, that’s not true. I’m sure the parlour would do just fine without us. Speaking of the better half of me, you haven’t seen him, have you?”

Monet nods her head happily. "We saw him. He ducked into a flower shop, but he should be here soon.”

“You couldn’t have waited to tell her that, could you?” a chipper voice sounds moments after a second tinkling of the door chime. Beaming, you turn to face the man you’ve devoted your life to and greet him with a gentle kiss on the lips, to the cheery disgust of your friend.

When you pull apart, Hoseok presents a slightly crumpled bouquet of sunflowers and wildflowers to you with a flourish, signature heart-shaped smile on display.

You squeal happily, not caring that some of the customers were sending dirty looks your way. Actually, maybe you care a little. If a couple engaging in PDA was in your face about it, you’d be annoyed too.

Slightly subdued by your thoughts, you take your boyfriend’s hand and lead him to your booth, offering him a sip of your soda. He grimaces as the taste of artificial sweetener hits his tongue and shudders visibly, at which Monet laughs and leaves to fetch him a “real” Sprite.

“It’s good to see Monet and Jimin again, isn’t it, Hobi?” The man in question hums happily, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“This reminds me a bit of the summer we met, actually,” Hoseok muses. “Do you still remember?”

You giggle lightly, nodding. “Of course! Only you would think a competitive swimmer was drowning.”

3 years ago.

You scanned the sparkling sea, admiring the way the water glinted under the sun’s rays. After placing first in the competition you’d been training well over five years for, you were finally on a well-deserved break. You’d spent the first two days catching up on sleep, to nobody’s surprise, but on day three, you’d woken up early, missing the way it felt to glide through the water, each drop caressing your skin as you moved through your secret underworld.

Maybe secret underworld was the wrong word to use, seeing as it consisted of pool tiles and lane dividers. Moreover, it wasn’t exactly yours, since you shared the training pool with your teammates. Nonetheless, you still enjoyed being in the water, the silence a brief respite from the shrill cry of the whistle that lived in your coach’s mouth during practice.  

But now that you were free of the grating noise of the damned whistle you’d grown to love and hate, you really could take the time to explore another body of water you had adored since you were a child  —  the ocean.

Having found a suitable spot to relax far away from the general hubbub of beachgoers, you set down your things under an umbrella and dragged your favourite floatie down to the water, a blissful smile growing bigger the closer you got to your safe haven.

When you settled back on your brightly coloured strawberry floatie, ready to take a short nap, you looked around for your sunscreen, belatedly realising that it remained tucked away in your bag on the beach. With a groan and a roll of your eyes, you moved to slide off your flotation device, only to have your leg become stuck on a part of your floatie that had somehow remained dry. 

Tugging your leg with increasing force as you grew more frustrated. When you finally yanked it free, you belatedly realised that you’d used too much power, sending you tumbling into the ocean with a loud splash.

You flailed around blindly for a moment before remembering that you could in fact, swim, and resurfaced spluttering and desperately trying to clean the salt water out of your eyes. Contrary to what movies taught the general public, getting salt water (or any kind of liquid that wasn’t made specifically for the eye) into your eye stung.

As you struggled with the vicious cycle of trying to wipe the seawater from your eyes with an equally wet hand, an arm snaked around your waist before pulling you close to a hard chest. Burning eyes temporarily forgotten, you squinted at your human flotation device, only to be met with the face of one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen in your life.

“Are you okay, miss?” the stranger asked, narrowing his eyes in concern.

“Uh, yeah, I’m okay, I wasn’t drowning, but I appreciate it,” you replied, squeezing your eyes tightly in a last ditch effort to rid them of seawater.

“Oh,” came his answer. If you hadn’t been preoccupied with your eyes, you might have picked up on a disappointed tone, but the only thing you were aware of was his lingering hand on your hip.

“Since you know I’m not in mortal peril, could you...remove your hand? It’s making me a little uncomfortable.” You looked at the stranger properly now that the last remnants of the devil’s water were out of your eyes.

He flushed, a beautiful pink tinge dusting his impossibly high cheekbones. “Yeah, of course. I’ll just...go back to my post,” he said awkwardly.

You cocked your head to the side. “Your post?”

“I’m a lifeguard,” he clarified. Understanding dawned on you as you tilted your head back slightly, mouth opening in an ‘o’ of comprehension. Suddenly, everything made sense. He wasn’t some creep that decided to prey on an unsuspecting woman; he was just doing his job.

“If you’d like, you can swim back with me back to shore. I forgot my sunscreen,” you offered, feeling slightly guilty at the way you’d told him off.

The stranger smiled, the corner of his lips lifting as he shot you a heart-shaped smile. “Sure thing. I happen to be going that way too.”

Despite your general intolerance for dumb jokes, you couldn’t stop the giggle that left your mouth at his statement, nor could you stop your heart from skipping a beat.

In an attempt to break whatever tension had suddenly cropped up between you when you caught yourself staring into his eyes for a little longer than social norms deemed appropriate, you turned back to your floatie and began pushing it back to shore, legs defaulting to breaststroke as you hung off its edge.

“My name is Jung Hoseok, by the way.” Looking in the direction his voice came from, you smiled when you realised he’d come to help you push your strawberry floatie back to shore.

“Y/L/N Y/N. Nice to meet you.” 

It took you a few seconds before you realised you were once again alone on your way back to shore, your new companion was now frozen in place when you casually dropped your name. Looking back, slightly concerned, you stifled a giggle when you were met with the sight of the lifeguard doggy-paddling his way to you, eyes widened in admiration.

“You mean…you’re Y/L/N Y/N, the Olympic champion who not only beat her own record, but the world record as well?”

You smiled demurely, still getting used to your newfound fame. “Yeah, that’s me.”

A slightly awkward silence followed your confirmation, Hoseok mulling over his newfound knowledge as he once again helped you move your floatie back to land.

“So…” Hoseok began, shifting from foot to foot as you wiped a few grains of sand from your ankles. “What brings you to Honeycomb Cove?”

“I needed the break,” you began, straightening up. “All my life, since I was old enough to remember, I’ve been training for the Olympics  —  first, it was to see if I could qualify, then it was upwards of 8 hours in the water, training and perfecting techniques, then off to the gym for resistance training and to tone up, then shower, eat, sleep, and repeat.”

You watched with mild amusement as Hoseok’s eyes became wider and wider at your rigorous training schedule, mouth hanging open in astonishment. 

“No wonder you came in first place,” he whispered in awe. “You worked hard for so many years.”

You shook your head, a small smile gracing your lips. “I’m not the only one. Everyone else who participated in the Olympics, regardless of what placement they got, worked equally as hard, if not harder. I was just lucky. I somehow managed to get a good night’s sleep, kept my breakfast down despite my nerves, and I had the most supportive teammates, coach, and family.”

You didn’t know it at the time, but Hoseok would tell you multiple times over the next several years that this display of humility was the moment he began to fall for you.

“I know this could sound totally wrong out of context, but could you help me put sunscreen on my back?” You held the tube of sunblock out to Hoseok, a neat dollop already sitting in the palm of your free hand.

Hoseok winked, picking up on the teasing tone in your otherwise seemingly innocent question. “What, you can’t reach despite all that training?”

“That question would be better suited for a gymnast,” you joked back, rubbing the white liquid onto one of your forearms.

“Touché,” he replied. The conversation ended after his comment, though the silence didn’t seem as stifling as it had been earlier.

It took you a while to finish lathering enough sunscreen to your heart’s content, but once you were finished, Hoseok invited you up to the lifeguard tower, pointing out that despite your eagerness to get into the water, the sunblock still needed a while before you could go back into the ocean.

You accepted happily, grateful for a reason to get out of the scorching sun. The plan had been to spend twenty minutes or so and then bid Hoseok goodbye as you left him to his work, not wanting to distract him, but he proved to be more of a multitasker than you originally thought him to be, often stopping your lighthearted banter to report to his supervisor and colleagues on his station’s situation. As it were, twenty minutes came and went, and you found yourself unwilling to leave Hoseok’s side, too caught up in his easygoing, sunshine-like personality.

At first, you were envious of the way he always managed to find something to smile about, being somewhat of a pessimist yourself, but being around him made you feel lighter, happier, more...complete. The more time you spent around him, the more your envy melted away and gave way to contentment, filling you with a sense of belonging. 

You spent the first week outside your hotel room chatting happily with Hoseok, not caring that your plans had essentially been uprooted. You liked that Hoseok brought out the more rebellious, carefree side of you; the one that threw schedules out the window and lived in the moment.

In your twenty or so years of life, the last time you’d been away from water for so long was the time it took you to grow from a newborn to a two year old, and that had been because you were too young to swim properly. But even then, your parents had begun taking you to the swimming pool everyday starting at 6 months, wanting you to get accustomed to water. But when you were with Hoseok, all your worries melted away. Instead of using water as a means to deal with anxiety, Hoseok had become your new outlet.

By the end of the first week of your vacation, you and Hoseok had exchanged your most embarrassing childhood stories, biggest fears, hopes and dreams, and worst heartbreaks. You’d never grown close to someone so quickly, but something about Hoseok made it okay.

Every morning, you woke up with a smile, knowing you’d see him. With each passing day, you found yourself spending more time on your hair, your clothes, and your appearance. You weren’t stupid. You knew you were falling head over heels for him, and though every ounce of logic screamed at you to be careful, you couldn’t. Because in the span of one week, your world had gone from revolving around swimming and rigorous schedules to revolving around Jung Hoseok, your personal brand of sunshine.

Your heart fluttered at the mere thought of him and pounded wildly within the confines of your ribcage when you were within touching distance, so it didn’t come as a surprise that you had frequent heart palpitations whenever he came too close. But now, when he had you locked in an embrace, ecstatic that you’d agreed to make an appearance at his friend’s nighttime bonfire party on the beach, your heart became suspiciously quiet.

For a moment, you genuinely thought you’d died and gone to heaven, but then he pulled back and left you dazed, staring dumbly at him as every fibre of your being cried out at the sudden loss of contact.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern marring his beautiful features as he peered at your flushed face.

Suddenly self conscious, you blinked and grinned somewhat stupidly at him. No, you weren’t okay. You never were around him, but you were just a fool in love. Simple as that.

Hoseok laughed and gently ruffled your hair, letting his fingers trail through the flyaway strands. If it were possible to melt, you were sure that you would have at that very moment.

When he stepped away to refill your water bottle after noticing it was empty, you took a moment to recompose yourself. You’d been acting wildly out of character this past week, and for someone that might not even return your affections. If he liked you back, you’d be more than happy to play the part of a lovesick fool, but not before getting confirmation. And certainly not in front of his friends, who you’d only heard about up to this point.

“I’m really happy you’re coming to the party tonight,” Hoseok chirped happily as he let go of the button on the water cooler. “But let me know if it gets too much for you and I can take you back to your hotel. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

Calm down, you told your heart as it beat wildly out of control. At the end of the day, no matter how much of a gentleman he is, he’s still just another human bein-

Hoseok smiled at you, showing off his pearly white teeth as he held out your water bottle, cocking his head to the side. Fuck it, he’s one of a kind. Who needs a conscience anyway? 

You accepted the bottle with two hands, shooting him a shy smile as your fingers brushed. “Thank you, Hobi. I really appreciate you looking out for me.”

“No problem. I’m just happy to see you outside of work.” Hoseok’s eyes widened and he scrambled to clarify himself, fearing that you would get the wrong idea. “Not that I don’t like seeing you while I’m working! It’s just that we always get interrupted and I’m excited to spend time with you in a more casual setting and…”

Your nerves melted away at the sound of Hoseok’s panicked explanation and you threw your head back and laughed, letting your inhibitions go. “It’s okay, Hobi! I know you wouldn’t look for me every day if you didn’t like spending time with me. But speaking of spending time together, I should go so I have enough time to get dressed for the party. Is there a dress code or something I should be aware of?”

Hoseok shook his head, traces of panic still lingering in his eyes. “No, just dress comfortably and in something you won’t mind getting sand on.”

You smiled at him, wondering how to say goodbye. As you mulled over your farewell, your body acted on its own before your mind had a chance to catch up, and, in a fit of what could only be called insanity, your fingers traced Hoseok’s jawline, gently caressing his skin.

“See you tonight. I’ll be the one in blue.” With a wink, you turned and left his tower, hoping that he wouldn’t notice your shaking legs.

What you didn’t know was how long he stood in the middle of his lifeguard tower after you left, all sorts of emotions running through his body like he’d been electrified. You didn’t know how whipped he was; didn’t know how much longer, if it hadn’t been for the crackle of his radio, he would have stood in place, blushing and grinning into space like an idiot.

You stood in the middle of your hotel room, naked save for the towel wrapped around your torso. Maybe it was a stupid idea to shower before a beach party, but there was something about the way the fresh water trickled down your body that soothed you. That, and also being able to belt out your favourite songs, the shower chamber standing in as a mini concert hall.

Feeling refreshed, you’d decided to take advantage of your good mood, hoping that it would translate to an easier time choosing an outfit to wear to the party, but it turned out to be wishful thinking. Brushing a damp strand of hair out of your face, you finally selected a white one piece swimsuit with a plunging neckline, ignoring the whispered thoughts that your favourite lifeguard would find it too revealing.

You checked your phone, swearing loudly when you realised that you were going to be late, having taken too much time trying to choose the perfect swimsuit. You hurriedly threw on a flowing dress and a wide brimmed hat before running to grab your pre-packed essentials-only purse, silently thanking your past self for being organised and slipping on your favourite pair of sandals, tripping over your feet no less than three times in your haste.

It was only in the taxi back to another section of the beach you had come to know and love that your heart finally began to cease its rapid pitter-pattering, only to start once again much to your chagrin when you remembered that you’d be seeing your favourite lifeguard again.

But nothing could hide the small smile that crept upon your lips at the thought of how his mouth curved into a heart when he smiled, the way he sounded so happy when he laughed and chuckled at everything, and the way he always made sure to pay a little extra attention to you when you were feeling out of sorts, making it a point to make dorky sound effects as he scanned the beach with his binoculars.

Lost in your rose-tinted thoughts, you didn’t realise that you’d arrived at the beach until the taxi driver cleared her throat, a knowing smile on her face. Hastily, you paid her, flushing at being caught daydreaming about the boy you’d fallen head over heels for.

You didn’t get much of a chance to look around in wonder at the way the setting sun made the beach look magical before your vision was obstructed by a mop of platinum blond hair and your ears were assaulted by Hoseok’s cry of joy.

“You made it!” Lean arms wrapped around your frame, squeezing you tightly until you let out a strained cough, at which Hoseok let go immediately, a sheepish expression on his face. “Sorry. I got a little overexcited.”

A snort sounded somewhere behind Hoseok, a mop of dyed red hair gradually coming into view. A man seemingly shorter than Hoseok made his way up the sandy slope, hands in his pockets as he stepped easily over small rocks, extending his hand with an easy smile. “I’m Jimin. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Hobi here won’t shut up about you, but I promise, it’s all good things. Did you know that he nicknamed you ‘Otter’ because they’re one of his favourite animals and to quote him, you ‘look so cute and happy' when you’re ‘playing in the water’?”

Jimin giggled at his own comment, eyes turning into crescent moons, as he watched Hoseok’s cheeks begin to redden.

“W-wait, no. I mean, yes, but…” 

You stifled a smile as Hoseok tried to talk his way out of the hole his friend had dug, wondering if you should say something to put the poor boy out of his misery. 

“It’s okay Hobi, I know what you mean.”

“Oh ho, Hobi. I thought that was meant for—” the rest of Jimin’s words were drowned out as his friend clamped a hand over his mouth to prevent him from making the situation any worse.

You giggled and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, cheeks burning as you looked shyly at your favourite lifeguard. Jimin, noticing that you two were about to have a moment, pointed at a bonfire raging nearby, reassuring you that you weren’t the last to arrive and that the fun had yet to begin.

“Though the best part of the night has already begun for Hobi,” he mumbled under his breath, grinning.

Hoseok growled, having finally lost his patience with his redheaded friend and shoved him towards the crowd gathered around the gigantic pile of burning wood. “Get lost, Jimin!”

“I’m so sorry about him,” Hoseok apologised sheepishly when the troublemaker had disappeared into the throng. “He really doesn’t know when to shut up.”

Your smile widened as you shook your head, indicating that it wasn’t a problem, though you were grateful that Jimin had disappeared. Although you liked Hoseok, it seemed that Jimin was one to push things a little faster than either of you were comfortable with.

“You look—”

“Nice weather for—”

You pressed your lips into a thin line when you realised that in your effort to dispel the awkward silence, you’d begun talking about the weather. Hoseok didn’t help your nerves by staring at you dumbly, as if he couldn’t believe what you’d done either.

Frantically thinking of an excuse to leave and bury yourself somewhere under the sand, you blurted out something that you would have traded years of small talk to take back. “I’m really sorry about that. It’s just…you make me really nervous because I have the biggest crush on you!”

Time came to a standstill. Hoseok’s dumbfounded expression morphed into one of shock as the weight of your confession sank in, and you truly wished that it was possible for the ground to swallow a human being whole.

“You know what? I’m just gonna...go…” You began backing away, a mortified smile on your lips as you took a few shaky steps back, hands up in a placating gesture.

“Wait! Don’t go!” Hoseok called out to you, an arm stretched out to grab your elbow before you could leave him.  “I thought I’d get the chance to confess first, but I really like you too.”

You froze; one foot arched mid-step so that the soft sand tickled the tips of your toes, as your brain worked through Hoseok’s sudden confession. He liked you back.

“Actually…” Hoseok began, gaze suddenly glued to the floor as a light pink dusted his cheekbones, “do you think we could...make this our first date?”

You beamed at his question, heart leaping into overdrive as you boldly took his hand and nodded your affirmation.

“So…” you began, suppressing a cheeky smile as Hoseok guided you to where the party was, “tell me about my new nickname.”

You were grateful for the alcohol provided. Without it, you may not have mustered the courage to join the beach volleyball game that some of the other partygoers were participating in, because though you were a household name, you were still a shy, introverted girl at heart who did better in small groups.

You cheered as one of your teammates launched a spike that won the match point, secretly thankful that the game was finally over. The light sheen of sweat that covered your body had become a sticking point for far too many grains of sand for your liking, and there was nothing you’d rather do than wash it off in the ocean.

Bidding a goodbye to the other partygoers, you walked away from the group that was now clamouring to take over the spot you had just vacated, wanting a turn to play as well.

Hoseok found you standing at the very point where the sea met the land, sighing happily as the water dripped from your hair, having gotten out just a minute prior.

“Hey,” he smiled, lifting up one of the paper plates he held as an explanation.

“Hey,” you replied, smiling back at him. Silently, you accepted the food from Hoseok and stood next to him, munching away as the two of you stood side by side, looking at the dark horizon that had settled now that the moon had risen.

The sound of waves gently lapping at the white grains of sand calms your otherwise rapid heartbeat. And through the dark navy and grey colours of the night, the warmth of a tiki torch casts a soothing orange to contrast the otherwise colourless beach.

You quite enjoyed this colour scheme, though most places were too dark for you to see. It was like the moon had selected certain aspects of the party for you to turn your attention to, other details blending into the inky darkness of the night sky.

And yet Jung Hoseok was the only partygoer that seemed to have the moon’s blessing.

You snuck a few glances at him, taking in the way the light traced the curves of his jawline and highlighted his tall nose while shrouding his eyes in the dark. It was as if he’d stepped out of a fantasy novel, where his intentions were hidden behind a thick wall and impenetrable façade he’d built to protect himself and you were the main character, unaware of what he was plotting.

But this was real life, and from what you knew of him, nothing but kindness lay behind his eyes.

Shoving the last bit of bread into your mouth, you turned to Hoseok, only to catch him staring at you as one of your cheeks bulged, giving you the appearance of a chipmunk. You couldn’t stop the embarrassed smile that spread across your lips as Hoseok pointed and giggled loudly, though you tried to plead with him through hand gestures to stop laughing, as his joy was infectious and it was making you dangerously close to joining him and accidentally spitting out your food.

When you finally managed to swallow the lump of food, you had tears in your eyes from laughing, exacerbated by remembering a story Hoseok had once told you about Seokjin egging Jungkook on and telling him that he liked the feeling of choking when swallowing food.

“Hoseok,” you finally said, throat sore from forcing down the ball of food, “remind me never to look at you when I have food in my mouth ever again.”

Hoseok wiped away his own tears of mirth, a few stray giggles still escaping from time to time as he agreed to your suggestion of returning to the party. He held out a hand for you to take, long fingers interlacing with yours as he led the way to the bonfire where partygoers had made themselves at home in the sand, drinking and playing games.

You felt relaxed, thanks to a combination of warmth from both the bonfire and alcohol as well as a feeling of belonging when you rested your head on Hoseok’s shoulder. You’d dozed off once or twice, feeling content and safe, but you didn’t mind. 

No, you didn’t mind in the slightest. Until you heard the faint sounds of police sirens growing louder and the police van that stopped a ways from the beach, flashing blue and red lights illuminating the figures that stepped off the vehicle and made their way to the beach.

Your heart stopped, eyes widening as you made the split second decision to grab Hoseok’s hand and haul ass off the beach, fearing that if you were caught, your reputation would be ruined and you’d never be allowed to swim again.

You only stopped once to wait for Hoseok as he stumbled and nearly fell face first into the sand, unaware of what was happening, and then the two of you were sprinting away into the darkness, not caring that you’d caused pandemonium with your abrupt departure. 

Because right now, it was you or them. 

The other partygoers wouldn’t have their faces slapped on newspaper headlines the next day, denouncing them for a harmless bit of fun on the beach, but you would. It had already been difficult enough to get to where you were now, being a female existing in a man’s world. Michael Phelps’s reputation survived his scandal, but yours wouldn’t.

When you and Hoseok had put a respectable amount of distance between yourselves and the party, you leaned against the nearest tree, wheezing out an apology as you put your hands on your knees.

“I’m...so sorry...about that,” you gasped, explaining why you’d fled the scene in between breaths. 

Hoseok waved his hand in the air after your explanation, equally as winded. He didn’t want you to apologise for something that was out of your control. While he would have appreciated a heads up instead of the handful of sand that had narrowly missed his eyes as he fell when you tried to yank him up, all he cared about was that you were safe. And if you were safe, he’d run an extra five hundred miles to keep it that way.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” Hoseok frowned. “This wasn’t how I envisioned our first date going.”

You laughed, appreciating the way he’d lightened the situation. Slowly, you leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, missing the way his eyes widened in surprise and the way his cheeks grew red under your lips.

“You have plenty of chances to make it up to me.”

Present.

“The usual strawberry sundae that my favourite couple has been ordering every Sunday ever since they met,” Monet announces as she sets down a glass bowl decorated with strawberry cheesecake ice cream decorated with slices of strawberries and dollops of whipped cream.

“Mmmm!” You lick your lips in anticipation as you pick up a spoon to dig into a particularly large clump of cream, but stop when it hits something hard.

You furrow your eyebrows and brush away the cream with your spoon to reveal a plastic ball sitting on a small decorative bowl nestled neatly in between scoops of ice cream. “Monet? Where’d she go?”

You move to look at Hoseok, directing the question to him, only to raise an eyebrow when you find him standing to peer at the ball you’d uncovered. Your confusion only grows when he plucks the ball out of the sticky confection and wipes it off before kneeling on the floor in front of you.

And then it hits you. The flowers. Why the normally early Jung Hoseok was running late today. Why Monet and Jimin had made a surprise appearance at the ice cream parlour. Why Monet and Jimin had been sneaking giggles at you the whole time you relived the beginning of your love story with Hoseok. Why the ice cream had taken an absurd amount of time to arrive. The revelation hits you like a 2-tonne truck, much like it had when you realised you’d fallen in love with Jung Hoseok.

He’s proposing. 

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Hoseok's smile wavers slightly as he tries to hold back his tears. “Y/N, I fell for you the moment I saw you. I’m so glad you fell off your strawberry floatie, not because it embarrassed you, but because it gave me an excuse to talk to you. I’ve never met an accomplished person that manages to stay as humble as you do. You never take things for granted, you always make sure to thank everyone even when it was primarily your win, and I love you for that. I love everything that you are and everything that you stand for. I love the way your eyes crinkle in the sun when you’ve forgotten to bring your sunglasses so you have to borrow mine. I love the way you snort when you laugh, I love the way you complain that summer is too hot for cuddling, but you can’t fall asleep without holding me. 

“I love how you always find something to work for and the way you’re not afraid to put in the hours and effort to make it happen. I love the way you constantly push me to be my very best and support me, even when I fail. I love everything about you, because you’re my very own brand of perfection, no matter what you say. Sometimes I still wonder how I, a dinky little lifeguard from a small town, managed to land the most gorgeous, talented, caring, loving, and happiest woman in the world, but then you remind me how well we fit together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. So, what I’m trying to say is…”

You feel the tears spilling from your eyes as Hoseok tearily professes his love for you, fingers trembling as he tries again and again to open the plastic ball. You lean forward and encase his hands in yours, helping him to open the case as best as you can despite your blurry vision. You giggle quietly at his inopportune clumsiness, heart melting as you look at the love of his life.

When you succeed, Hoseok smiles at you, lower lip quivering with emotion as he finishes his speech and holds the ring out to you. “Will you marry me and give me the chance to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you?”

You let out a sob and throw yourself at Hoseok, wrapping him in an embrace that you hope conveys your feelings. 

“Yes!” you squeal excitedly, watching Hoseok beam widely at your acceptance.

“Yes,” you whisper quietly, more tears spilling out of your eyes.

And you repeat the words until you’re breathless and you sound like a broken record, unable to form any other coherent words to convey the love you had for the man you held close to your heart.

“Yes, I will marry you.”

You and Hoseok don’t hear the thunderous applause of the patrons and onlookers in the ice cream parlour where your love story had blossomed. You don’t see anyone except the love of your life in front of you, somehow still breathtakingly gorgeous as tears of joy roll down his cheeks. You don’t feel anything except euphoria and the way your fiancé’s fingers feel around yours as he slides the engagement ring on your finger.

You don’t feel anything but a giddy sort of anticipation as you pull him in for a kiss, eager to begin the rest of your lives together.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this fic. Please consider reblogging so that others are able to find my work! It gives me a lot of motivation to continue writing.

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Belated Protector Postmortem

I made the game Protector for the 46th Ludum Dare game jam. I did not make a tumblr post about it during the jam. Don’t think Protector is my best jam game, but what can you expect from a jam game? Hardly a glowing endorsement, I know. Download it from itch.io at this link, or don’t.

With some distance, I think it’s interesting to tell you why I don‘t think Protector is that good... or maybe “good” is not the right word. Some friends and other Ludum Dare entrants had encouraged me (privately) to keep working on it after the jam and fix the bugs. In my opinion, Protector is fine the way it is (for a jam game anyway), but any more work on it will be a waste of time. There will be no post-compo releases of Protector.

If you are just getting started making games, Protector could be a good example of when to stop working on a prototype. But first, let’s do the usual “game jam postmortem“ song and dance.

Game Description

In this moody puzzle-ish platformer, you control an invincible character tasked with guiding a small (and very vincible) dog through the level. You cannot control the dog.

Instead you can pick up and throw a bone, but you can’t carry the bone. When you press the bone throwing button a second time, the dog will chase after the bone.

One the dog is running, you cannot stop it. You also cannot call the dog to return to you. You have to clear the path for the dog before you let it loose.

What Went Right

Scope: I scoped Protector aggressively minimal. I remember feeling a bit under the weather on the first day of the jam, so I decided to take it easy and submit something small. I was okay with submitting a small game in the jam category. I just had this idea I wanted to try out.

There is only one level, and it’s not all that big. I submitted on the morning of the third day, with everything I wanted in the game, without losing any sleep, and with some time to spare.

Theme: The idea was my own take on that last level in Bastion, when the kid carries the battering ram, but as an escort mission. The main character was supposed to be some kind of brute or barbarian loosely inspired by the barbarian class in Diablo II. Obviously you keep a dog alive, because that’s the theme of the jam.

Character Designs: I think nailed it with the brute and dog sprites. The brute is big and faceless, and the dog is small and cute. The proportions of the brute convey that he is strong and slow, and his shield (but no sword) should clue you in about his purpose.

Simple Dog Behaviour: The dog runs and bounces around pretty quickly. Once the dog is running, all bets are off, because you are too slow to catch up. You have to set everything up so the dog won’t kill himself, because he’s not a cat with nine lives. He is a dumb dog.

Any kind of AI or pathfinding would have made the dog less predictable, and the main objective of the game is to keep it alive (that was the theme of the jam), so simple, fast, predictable movement was key. The player has to be able to predict the dog’s path before it starts running.

Level Design: The level is not that big. There is a variety of obstacles and set pieces, and these are all easy for the player character to navigate, but potentially lethal to the dog. In addition to multiple platforming challenges, there are two unique “set pieces” that break up the monotony.

There are five different ways for the dog to die, and the level is constructed to make the player experience each of them once. Some are obvious, like the lightning cloud and the tower that shoots arrows, but the level is designed so that every player dies at least once. After mastering an obstacle once, it should pose no challenge on repeat playthroughs.

What Went Wrong

Controls: The controls are very simple, based on only the four arrow keys, X and C. These can be mapped to the left stick and first two buttons of a gamepad. In walk mode, the two buttons jump and call the dog, and the “up” direction is used to raise the shield.

In throw mode, with the left/right axis controls the throwing angle, and the up/down angle controls the velocity. This control scheme feels too cumbersome. The X key is used for calling the dog and throwing the bone, based on context. This also feels cumbersome, but it makes it less likely for players to accidentally throw or call the dog when they want to jump. I still had to resort to putting the controls on the screen at all times.

For gamepad controls it would have made more sense to use the direction of the left stick for the throwing angle and velocity. For keyboard+mouse controls I could have implemented a mouse-based throwing system like in Gunpoint or a parabola indicator that shows where the bone will land. I could also have gone the other way with a Worms style throwing system in which the throwing velocity is proportional to the time the button was held. As is, the throwing uses the same buttons as platforming, but it doesn’t feel good.

Bone Physics: The bone physics was kind of bouncy and floaty. I implemented my own physics because the bone was the only object in the whole game that needs halfway realistic bouncy collisions. The player and the dog use platformer physics, so there was no need for a physics engine like Box2D, libODE, or pymunk. The bone is modelled like a simple spinning ball. I could have made the bone less bouncy to give the player more control, maybe even cheated by making it less bouncy only in the x-direction. I could also have gone in the other direction and modelled the bone as a rectangle or two balls connected by a line.

Dog Platforming: The dog sometimes gets stuck in a wall or on a ledge. This is bad. I could fix this by making the dog fall down or turn around when this happens, but that would make the problem worse. I’d rather have the dog (or the bone) stuck in a weird position until the player gets it out than having it sit inside a pit in an unwinnable position with believable physics.

The way bone physics and platforming work is very janky, but that is because the obvious fix would have unacceptable gameplay consequences.

Main Gameplay Loop: It goes like this: throw bone - move into position - let dog loose - wait for dog - retrieve bone - throw bone - move into position, and so on. There is no way to call the dog back because that would make certain puzzles too easy, no way to set multiple way points for the dog, no way to ask the dog to fetch the bone back to you, and no way to carry the bone - otherwise you could just walk over and drop the bone there.

The gameplay loop as it stands just doesn’t allow that many puzzles, and changes to the gameplay would make the current puzzles too easy. Adding more content is more or less incompatible with the current gameplay, and changes to the gameplay loop would break the existing balance.

Allowing the player to carry the bone, to use different tools than the shield, to call the dog back would destroy the game design.

What I Learned

Escort missions suck. I already knew that hidden complex systems are not fun, but even indirect interaction based on simple systems is hard to get right. Beyond that, I did not try anything new and outlandish. I just had the idea about the big protector and the little dog.

The most surprising thing was how poorly Protector was rated in the “Mood” category given the relatively high theme score. Having no sound really did me no favours, and neither did the GameBoy screen resolution or the 5-colour palette.

But importantly, despite all the gameplay shortcomings, this still works as a short game. If the game is short enough, it can be carried by novelty, and players will forgive janky controls, even if the controls are part of the game’s main difficulty. I relied on this insight in other jam games, but it does not translate to long-form games.

This is a bit meta, but it is important to understand when a game design does not work. To some degree I think game jams even encourage a kind of toxic positivity towards young people learning to program. By all means, you should encourage people who want to try their hand at game design, and you should not go out of your way to disparage teenagers learning to code or programmers who make programmer art because the graphic design in their enterprise software day job is done in a different department. All too often, instead of “keep it up“, we tell people who are getting started to keep working on their jam games. If a game has load of bugs, on some level it would be nice to have them fixed, and these bugs are an obvious starting point for a post-jam version of the game - but when I see buggy games with experimental gameplay ideas, I don’t always encourage the devs to keep tweaking the mechanics until it works. Some experiments have negative results, and that’s okay.

Some jam entries are great games, successful experiments if you will, but they can’t easily be made into longer games. That’s also okay.

Can We Fix This?

“But hypothetically” you ask me, “how would you turn Protector into a longer game if I hired you to be a game designer?”

Okay. Hypothetically. In this hypothetical world, you pay by the hour, no unpaid overtime, and no bonus based on how well the game sells ;-)

We need a story that glues all the levels together, and the dog platforming would be at most a third of the game. Maybe in some levels you and the dog fight side by side, maybe you explore some of the levels with the dog on a leash, maybe you tie the leash to a post at the level entrance and come back when you have cleared everything.

I can’t stress enough how important it is to have through-line that connects different types of gameplay, different set pieces and minigames.

In order to make the platforming and puzzle solving more interesting, you would have a different load-out in different levels. Some platforms are dog-only, and you would throw the bone (or a tennis ball) up there because you can’t reach it yourself. You would need a way to recall the bone (or tennis ball) or a way to recall the dog, maybe a dog whistle. Maybe you just have a limited supply of dog treats per level. Earlier levels just have the bone, and shield, later ones introduce mobility items for the player character, tennis balls, a collar, a leash, dog treats, a dog whistle, and so on.

It would be a fun idea (or a gimmick) to have most of the upgrades be for the dog, but that’s not very fun to actually play.

Another possible problem is if the dog handling becomes an afterthought, or a drag in the player, going back to fetch the dog after the level has been cleared. Escort missions are not held in high regard among players, so this could become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

With all these mobility items and larger levels, we would need an improved dog AI. We also could not have the dog fall into a pit of spikes, instead it should refuse to jump into unsafe distances, and somehow communicate to the player. We would also need a way to get the dog back down if it got up the wrong platform, and a way for the player to reset progress to the last check point or re-fill dog treats without creating an exploitable loophole where the player can just walk back and forth to the vending machine and win a level with infinite dog treats.

Oh no, the dog AI sounds complicated now. Complicated hidden systems are not fun, and training AI-powered animals is not that difficult code-wise, but it is difficult to pull off in a way that is fun and legible to the player. I still remember Black&White. Those animals were a gimmick. Somehow we need a way for the dog to communicate things to the player. Can the dog talk? Is there a bark code? Can the dog smell things?

One thing we absolutely must not do is vary the dog AI between levels. Players will have a really hard time as is, because the smarter the dog gets, the easier it becomes to accidentally mis-predict what it will do.

Think about all the parts of this rather comprehensive proposal: Complex AI, some kind of story, different controls, unlockable items, and level/puzzle design that integrates all of the above, all written from scratch or re-written for the bigger game. I’d rather spend the time on something else.

[clown-fuckers-r-us]

OFFICER VALLAH WILKER -bio

What do you do when everything goes to shit? You work, harder than ever. Alternia is ruthless and doesn’t care for its people, but you believe it can. HORRIFIC CRIMES occur every day on this planet. From small-time gangsters to MOBS, to DRUGS, and MURDER, your job is to help solve these cases. And you will do EVERYTHING in your power to help those around you. Including taking help from a certain INFORMANT whose shady criminal past and shady nature lead all others to question his intent. But you listened, saved a life, and gained a friend. Any piece of information you hear you always investigate a lead, after all you’ve seen it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Sometimes, although you'll never admit it, you hate how the precinct handles things. Pushing high blood cases first, blaming low-bloods for crimes. It's...It’s vile and UNJUST. You’ve lost so much to this type of system, as has everyone else.. Hopefully, you can at least provide a hand to those who need it. Even your own blood tears you down, from well, everything you’ve ever wanted. Thwarting you at every turn…but... What can you do, but trudge on. You’re a good cop, you’re a clean cop. And you’re starting to realize that might be a hard thing to come by.

YOU ARE OFFICER VALLAH WILKER.

YOU WILL ALWAYS DO WHAT YOU BELIEVE IS BEST FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED.

Name: VALLAH WILKER

Nickname: Val

Blood Color: Teal

Age: 14 sweeps [ 28 in human years]

Birthday:????

Gender: female

Height: 5'1"

Orientation: Pansexual, Demisexual

Occupation: Police Detective

 Lusus: A bear-dog hybrid

Strife Specibus: 2x Glock 22

Trollian Handle: neverFido [NF]

(note: you can pester her on pesterchum)

LIKES:

-rom coms, cop movies

-sweets

-coffee

-rainy days

- her Precinct

- her job

- her informant

-the mob (somewhat)

 DISLIKES:

-the mob (somewhat)

-crowded areas

-clowns

-crooked cops

- being cornered

-being alone

Relationships:

Laudi Meurte- work associate and defense lawyer.

Dr. Grimm- Mortician, forensic scientist, coworker.

Tullio Miguel Dickerson – Informant, mobster, Friend. (totally not her crush or anything) ((He belongs to @themisfitsedge​)) It has been almost half a sweep into their partnership, and vallah despite her reservations about seadwellers has grown to care for her seemingly aloof partner. although those in her precinct dont seem to see it  (not many anyway). Many of them finding it funny and amusing for a criminal to hit on one of the stiffest of the stiffs in the precinct.

Photo of Vallah and Her informant Tullio the art is by @themisfitsedge​

QUADS:

HER SPRITES  ARE DONE BY @/ask-trollcid

floaties by: Hivesickofficial, su22nite, goddesstrolls

[moonlightreal]

Winx Club season 8/24

In which we get to the prize in this cereal box.

24 Dyamond on Ice

At last, at last, at last!  I have waited all season!  Squeeeeeeee!  And if it weren’t for Evergleam finding me a site to watch these on, just because she wanted to do something nice for me and read my episode reactions, I wouldn’t be watching now!  Evergleam, you are the greatest!

Ah, I’m so excited!

Ok, I kind of know what’s coming, and from what I‘ve heard it sounds… it sounds dumb.  So yes I am vibrating with excitement about something I will likely snark the heck out of once I see it.  But that’s the joy of fandom too, isn’t it?

Alfea!  Wizgiz and his Scottish voice!  Pop quiz nobody was prepared for!  Tec and Musa are not prepared.  Aisha says it isn’t fair.  Stella is more concerned with sneaking carrots from Flora’s snack basket.  Oh wait, no those are Stella’s snacks, perspective made it look like they were on Flora’s desk.

The test is, “Animal metamorphosymbiosis.  All you have to do is turn into an animal of your choice!”  Wizgiz poofs into a mouse, a dachshund and a hippo.  Girls are worried, except Stella who’s chowing down on carrots.  Is this a healthy eating PSA?

Bloom goes first and successfully poofs into a kitten the same red as her hair.  Aisha becomes a butterfly, Tecna a lamb, Musa a songbird and Flora a tiger.

Everyone runs away from the tiger, even though it’s talking with Flora’s voice.

Wizgiz smells a rat.  Stella is not what she seems!  It’s Kiko!  Stella poofed Kiko into a copy of herself so she could stay home and sketch fashion, which is what she’s doing when the girls get back, each carrying a pile of heavy books.

But let’s take a minute to ponder transformations.  Those are some random animals the girls picked!  Flora’s not the tigery sort and it seems like Aisha should have been an otter.  I also wonder if she was showing off; wouldn’t insects be harder than mammals, since you have to transform more?  I wonder what was going through the writers’ heads when they chose each girl’s animal, and what was going through the girls’ heads when they chose what animal to do!  maybe all it proves is that transformation is actually not effected by your personality even though it seems like it should be!

Anyway, the girls are mad.  So is Kiko.  I wanna see the scene where Stella bribed him to do it!  Hah!  Stella isn’t actually sketching fashions, she’s getting caught up on her homework.  ‘there’s so much to study!” she’s behind.  

Tecna says that as punishment Wizgiz gave them all a lot of homework, so now they’ll have to study even more!  Hang on, that’s not fair!  The girls didn’t know Stella was cutting class, and Stella did manage a successful transformation after all!  

Stella: I wish I was somewhere far away from here!”

The star case appears!  “If that is your wish young fairy, it shall soon be granted.  What you seek is a world frozen and battered a place where an ancient bond was shattered.  This realm is called Dyamond, to be precise.  Covered with crystal and mysterious ice.  There you will find the seventh star you’ve awaited, follow the secret of a sister separated.”

Stella: “Sister? Whose sister?”

“Whoever completes this final (hollar?  Haul?) will get the stars and keep them all.”  so whoever gets this last star will get the others. That’s handy!

Stella’s still curious about the secret of sisters but Bloom says one step at a time.

Nobody mentions Daphne.  If I hadn’t been spoiled my first thought would be Bloom and Daphne, they’re the sisters separated in Winx, and on the frozen planet Domino back in season one.  Definite parallels here!

Tecna pulls up Dyamond’s stats on her phone.  “It’s a world of crystal, and the surface is covered in magical ice.”  Cool looking planet, it has a… I don’t even know how to describe it.  Floaty geometric outer shell?  You’ll have to look at a picture.

Off we go!  We have to stay ahead of the Trix!

Cut to Icy’s grumpy face.  She’s watching with Darcy and Stormy.  Icy says, “Dyamond...” in a way you could tell the voice actress was trying for emotional while still doing Icy’s voice.

The other two are ready to go, to get there first.

Icy: “No.”

D&S: “No?”

Icy; “We’re not going to Dyamond.  It’s too dangerous.”

Stormy: “But we have a mission.  The last prime star is there.”

Icy: “So we’ll let the Winx risk it all and find it.  And once they get the star we’ll take it.”

disappointed Trix. Darcy wanted a trap, Stormy was hoping for some good old fisticuffs. I love you two, don’t ever change.

Icy: ‘We’ll stay here and track their movements in the dark hologram.  That is all.”

Oh, it has a name. Heh.

Valtor floats dramatically down from the ceiling and reminds his minions of their place.  Icy actually looks scared!  Valtor asks what she’s afraid of.

Icy: ‘I’m afraid of nothing.”

Valtor orders her off to Dyamond then.  Icy clenches her fists.  Valtor makes the mark glow on the Trix’s hands and reminds them he can dump them back in limbo anytime.  Valtor’s voice actor is having so much fun.

Icy bows and says, “As you wish.”  but when the three go to fly out Icy tells her sisters to go on without her, that she’ll catch up.  Darcy and Stormy shrug and fly away.

Alone, Icy lands on the balcony of the asteroid and finally makes that thoughtful face I’ve been watching for for half the season.  She summons a sphere of glass with a lavender crystal flower in it.  Sad music plays. “Dyamond… how long… it’s not meant to be like that!  The timing’s all wrong.”  sad music and the winds of outer space blowing Icy’s hair and her cape.

Well that was sudden!  Also, “timing’s all wrong’… did Icy have a plan? Dare I get my hopes up that there will be an explanation for why all this was never hinted at for seven whole seasons plus all of this one up until right now?  

Back to Alfea!  The Winx are ready to leave, after they make sure Stella is the genuine article.  But then Sky arrives in a new ship, the “single seater Crow.”  I like the design, reminds me of a sled.  Sky is bummed that he got here just as Bloom’s off on another mission.  He has tickets for the Technomagic arena for tonight!  But his date might not be back in time.

The girls leave to save the universe.

Disappointed Sky: ‘Sorry… wait, what am I saying sorry for?  Well if there’s no other way to see you tonight, I’ll go with you!”

Dyamond from space! I like.

Winxboarding over cool waves of ice, as if a stormy ocean froze all at once.  Good music.

Tec’s still looking for information.  “Bloom, I haven’t  found much information about Dyamond, only it was once pretty populated.”

They see the remains of buildings under the ice.

Bloom: ‘It looks totally deserted now.”

Flora: “Something serious happened here.”

Stella: “Someone left the fridge open?”

Again, no mention that the same thing happened to Domino so the Three Ancestors or a similar type of being could be the cause here.

And with nothing but crystal and ice as far as the eye can see there’s no hint at where the prime star might be hiding.  The music turns sad as the girls board past broken buildings and these giant totem-pole type things.  The girls wonder what happened to the people who lived here. Long scene of destruction.

Bloom: “A deserted world… no life at all.  it’s a real mystery.”

Which gives me plotbunnies because there must be people who investigate magical disasters like this.  

Through the ice we see crystal flowers like the one Icy had growing on a tree.  More good sad music.

A sign of life!  A little creature!  Stella thinks it could be a sprite or an animal. Tecna says it means there must still be life on Dyamond.  Bloom asks Flora if she can talk to the trees.  Flora does this light-up-pink spell, and the other Winx are impressed but Flora can’t sense anything.  She says the trees are asleep.

It’s a white fox. After it!  Through very cool frozen thorn plants.  Interesting conversation, Bloom is surprised the fox is running away and Tecna agrees.  Flora wonders what the little critter must have gone through and Aisha says she wouldn’t want to stay on this planet.  

The fox makes the giant thorn bushes break apart and collapse, and the Winx have to board away or be squished.  They escape and look down to see the fox glaring at them.  

Bloom can tell something is up, but she doesn’t know what.

The Trix are here, all together again.  Darcy and Stormy are ready to find the Winx and battle.  ‘this place is so boring!  Give me something to hit with my lightning.”

I dunno, I’d think the ‘Total destruction’ aesthetic would appeal to witches!

Stormy sees the white fox and thinks it would be a good target for lightning!  She strikes a pose, ready to throw lightning when Icy ices her hand. Stormy and her suddenly heavy hand fall to the ground.

Stormy: “Icy, what’s your problem?”

Icy: “Leave that fox alone!”

Darcy and Stormy look at each other in confusion.

The fox comes up to them and Icy looks down at it with a tragic expression.

And… flashback!

Silver-haired moppet in funny shorts skipping over a pile of pink crystals towards a river and a crystal-flower tree.  Blonde girl following worriedly. They’ve found a mother fox with three cubs.  

They look royalty. they’re both wearing really pretty very detailed peacock blue clothes, the younger girl in weird short-shorts and the older in a gown.  The older girl has frizzy yellow hair tied up in an elaborate style with a bunch of braids and a many-layered bead crown.  The younger girl has masses of wavy silver hair up in a singly ponytail, and she’s wearing funny shorts with leggings underneath.  she’s much the braver of the two, clearly dragged her big sister out here.

Silver runs around with the foxes while her sister makes a crown of crystal flowers that have fallen from the tree.  They cute-hug.

Back in the present Darcy says their mission is more important than the fox.  Go find that prime star!

Back with the Winx, they’re boarding along when the star case appears then vanishes again.  Guess we must be in the right place!  The girls walk along what seems to be the traditional “narrow path along a steep cliff” which seems like exactly the place for using winxboards, but ok.  The path threatens to crumble beneath their feet.  The fox seems to be on a higher path, shadowing the Winx.  she’s also in danger of crumbling ice-path.

We get a wider view, the Winx are walking up a path around a mountain that is basically buried under a huge frozen waterfall.  We see this because it’s what the Trix see as they watch from afar.  Darcy and Stormy are again keen to fight, but Icy sees that the fox is following and tells them to wait.  Stormy calls her out again, ‘What’s wrong with you?” but Icy blusters, ‘I’ll decide when it’s time to strike!

This is feeling really tragic suddenly.  The three of them have been always together for YEARS and had so many evil adventures but they don’t trust each other at all.  Icy can’t trust her sisters not to jump all over even as small a sign of weakness as, “There’s stuff, ok?  Don’t hurt the fox.”

Winx walk along path/semi-cave.  Fox watches.

Stormy: “I’ve had enough of your floundering, Icy!”  she shoves Icy and blasts lightning at the mountain.  Icy yells, ‘No!”

Avalanche!  Winx run for it!

Icy panics. “What have you done!  what have you done!”  Stormy looks concerned suddenly, seeing Icy freaking out this much.

They see the fox crying in the midst of the avalanche.

Incoming big damn hero!  Sky lands and immediately rescues the fox.  He chatters happily about how he’ll take the fox to Bloom, ‘I’m sure you’ll like her, and you’ll have Kiko to play with.”

This is possibly the most likeable moment Sky has had all season.  I just love it.

Icy still in a panic attacks Sky.  She ices his suit wings and sends an avalanche to crush his scout ship, sending it crashing through the ice into water down below.  (And having played Subnautica Below Zero, I know all about the fish in that water!)

The Winx watch in horror and Bloom goes to help Sky, who is by now hanging off the cliff with his suit wings frozen.

Bloom: “Sky, you should not be here!”

Sky: “I agree, but can we talk about this later!”

Two likeable Sky moments!  

Icy goes in for the kill!  She sends tons of ice crashing down on Sky, sending him down to join his ship in the water.  Yikes!

Sad music again, Icy hovers holding the fox in her arms.  She flies away, leaving the confused Darcy and Stormy to follow after her.

Bloom: “Magic Winx, Sirenix!”

Oh my gosh Crystal Sirenix is beautiful.  I knew it was, I have pictures, but… it really is.  Love the crystal headdresses.  Love the way it takes from the original “gothic sirenix” design, incorporating the long skirts that eventually ended up in harmonix with the scale leggings. Everyone’s in their correct colors.  Of course Aisha’s teal and purple is my favorite but Bloom’s almost-no-pink is also looking good.  

And they comment on it!  “Our Sirenix form is different!  what happened?”  Tecna says, “It’s Crystal sirenix!  Our powers are reacting to the magical ice, to protect us.”

They immediately dive down to find Sky, and discover that they glow in the dark water! Tecna says their Crystal Sirenix “has a high degree of adaptability.”  It’ll do whatever they need, that’s cool.  But it does muddy up… well, I thought of Sirenix as being a transformation that exists for the purpose of protecting the Infinite Ocean, so how many past Sirenix fairies would have to deal with magical ice?  Maybe the adaptability wasn’t a known thing, it’s just… magic.  Since magic does everything by magic, you don’t know what else it might do.

And that’s all! Whew, what an episode!

So Icy’s backstory is… Bloom’s backstory.  Writers just went, “Well this was a hit the first time, let’s use it again!”  Or, since I want to believe the best of these writers even when they make it really hard, the writers thought it would be cool to have the main hero and main villain’s stories mirror each other.  Bloom and Icy have suffered similar things, being torn from a beloved sister and had their world frozen, then each of them went to school and ended up with close friends.  But they ended up as two very different people, which I think we can put down to Bloom being young enough that she didn’t remember Domino and then she ended up with super loving parents while Icy ended up with nobody until she got to cloud Tower and met her roommates who told her the legend of the three Ancestral witches...

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flint time.

DESIGN

brown: original

white: based on wess

yellow: based on thomas

blue: based on alec

gray: based on lighter

green: based on n64 flint

blue: based on ninten (attempted to anyway)

red: based on hinawa

MOVES…

neutral attack: hook kick into a round kick

forward tilt: side kick

up tilt: swings above him with a log or a stick or whatever

down tilt: sweep kick

dash attack: shoulder bash

forward smash: swings a big stick like a baseball bat

up smash: stabs upward with the stick

down smash: spins the stick around on the ground

neutral aerial: does a front flip with his boot out

forward aerial: turns sideways and kicks forward

back aerial: lucas’s back air without psi (spikes)

up aerial: stabs upward with the stick

down aerial: slams downward with the stick (spikes)

grab: normal grab

pummel: punches opponent

forward throw: throws opponent forward

back throw: tosses opponent up and roundhouse kicks backwards

up throw: throws opponent upward

down throw: slams opponent into the ground with the stick

floor attack front: swings log around

floor attack back: sweep kick

floor attack trip: log again

edge attack: flips upside down and pulls himself up quickly while kicking

neutral special: power smash - pauses for a second, seemingly readying himself, faces the camera, and throws himself to the right or left at random. (a bit faster and just as powerful as falcon punch with a little more range, but the random factor counteracts this)

side special: running bomb - basically the koopalings’ side b but they can’t be picked up

up special: regular bomb - lets a bomb explode under him, pushing him up. sometimes the bomb will be a firework, but it does the same damage and all

down special: toughen up - for 12 seconds, flint will have raised knockback, damage, and defense, but will also have lowered jump height and movement speed in general

final smash: hinawa appears riding a drago across the screen followed by another drago. they run slowly. flint can move around during this

MISC TRAITS…

he’s a heavy-mid weight fighter. his jump has no floaty aspect and is slightly lower than ness and lucas’s. all kicking sweetspots are a spiked star at the heel of his boots

idle animation: bouncing back and forth while in a “cowboy pose”

occasional idle animation quirk 1: pulls down on the front of his hat to straighten it

occasional idle animation quirk 2: pops his neck to either side

duck animation: same as his about-to-run sprite

up taunt: takes his hat off and fans himself with it

side taunt: takes the drago fang out of his back pocket (really it comes out of nowhere but his back is facing away from the camera so nobody knows) and tosses it up, making it do a couple flips, catches it, sighs at it, and puts it up

down taunt: spins around so his back is mostly turned away from the camera and is mostly facing the other direction, looks at camera (his head angled down), and tips his hat without taking it off.

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As for his wallport mechanic, it functions as a de-pressuring, pressuring and ball control tool.

On the other hand, his floatiness does allow him to easily survive lawnmower situations. However, this does make candy susceptible to some attacks (i.e. His floatiness gives him a good boost in ball hogging, as you’re able to control the ball in the air very easily. It also gives you freedom to use it in either simple or extremely complex chains. It has a very high offensive and ball hogging potential, creating lots of pressure from the moment it’s used. His special is the perfect special in many aspects. He also possesses two of the best spikes in the game, so don’t forget to make use of them.

Furthermore, they can easily transition into ball hogging, allowing you to reposition, if necessary. For starters, his angles are very powerful offensively, allowing you to take them further beyond with lots of baits at your disposal. He has tools that help him out in any situation. Look for him in JAW BREAKERS 2015 under the name Jawbreaker.Candyman is another character with a very powerful kit. You can find Revellious on Twitter or on tumblr by the same name. “Duck Game, Risk of Rain, Halo and Battlefield, just to name a few.” A switch flip from him usually means death.” He really upped his game and developed a playstyle with Switch that’s tough for me to counter. Who are you most afraid to face in the tournament? His Sonata is insane and it’s always a fun, crazy match when I’m up against him.” Who do you hope most to face in the tournament? They’re all great but if I’d have to choose it would be Abandoned Pool.” He’s my favorite by far, so much so that I changed my Steam handle to Jawbreaker in homage to the tap-dancing dandy.” She was looking for someone to play the game with and at the time I didn’t own Lethal League or even heard of it, so I bought it on a whim so we could play against each other. “A longtime internet friend of mine, GrandmaGrimm, is solely responsible for getting me into the game. We are happy to share with you that we will be adding a spectator mode for online Lethal League matches soon. While we work on new awesome things here at Team Reptile we are still supporting Lethal League and its community. Oh wait, I see there is some room left for an announcement. Lethal League Hat signed by Tim Remmers and Dion Koster, heads of Team Reptile Make new friends, crush old rivals, but remember: HAVE A JAWBREAKER! Sign up today and don’t forget to join the Lethal League Steam group for all the latest information for the tournament. This tournament is open to everyone in an attempt to find the best in the world. Sunday, July 12th, players from all corners of the globe will come together for the first ever official, completely online Lethal League tournament, JAW BREAKERS 2015.

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LordMegatronG1, a voice actor who likes to make Doc Scratch demos, he provided a soundbite for Doc’s victory quote. Original music commissioned by Whatthisissooutrageous a fellow Homestuck fan, I saw and listened to this piece he composed on his youtube channel and wanted more, so I reached out to him and asked if he could commission a similar piece for the mod.

Candyball is now a cueball, complete with Green Sun effects.New stage: Felt Manor (replaces Room 21).New color palettes for the character (All 21 were replaced, including team colors).Omniscient host Doc Scratch from Homestuck. The mod is a complete character edit for Candyman, changing him from the tap-dancing dandy to the

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I showed it off and provided a download link on my twitch channel, but I think a tumblr post would better serve as the official download page for it. It had been completed for a while now but I never got around to cleaning some of the files up and posting an official release. This is a project I had been working on and off for the longest time.

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Stanny | General Read on AO3 here!

Stiles never really expects his hopeless, unattainable crush is going to go anywhere. And then Danny asks to kiss him, and well. He’s not going to say no.

It’s 11:53 p.m. and Stiles is still standing alone, arm wrapped around his waist as the clock ticks on. He’s standing in a faraway corner, the party slowing down as the time approaches midnight and everyone gets ready to bring in the New Year. Stiles knows he’s only been invited to one of Lydia Martin’s parties because Allison is dating Scott and with Scott comes Stiles.It’s fine. Whatever. He’s still there, even if Scott left him the moment he laid eyes on his girlfriend and no one else has tried to talk to him all evening. He also hasn’t tried talking to anyone, though that’s mostly because he knows his presence wouldn’t be welcome. High School functions on a strict hierarchy and it’s one Stiles has never been ignorant to.

In the second grade, he was labelled ‘freak’, was told he was too weird and that he was annoying and it stuck, carried over for years and years and he has yet to make a meaningful friend beside Scott. Which, now that Scott has a girlfriend who is pretty and popular and now that he’s begun to grow out of his asthma - well, Scott doesn’t seem to have as much time for Stiles anymore. Which is fine, whatever.

So Stiles is still standing alone, arm wrapped around his waist and non-alcoholic drink long since forgotten. He almost wishes he still had his buzz cut, at least that way he could run his hand over the short hairs. The texture and repeated motion always left him calmer, settled his frayed nerves when he needed it.

But Lydia and Allison had set him up with Jackson’s hairdresser and had given him a gift card loaded with enough money to last more than a few trips. They had also taken him shopping, completely done him over and while sometimes Stiles felt like his shirts clung too-tight to his torso, he could admit he looked far better than he ever had on his own.

The crowd is coupling off and it’s already 11:56 p.m., Stiles can see a giant countdown on the large television from where he’s standing. It’s counting down seconds as well and Stiles tries his best not to sigh, not to feel disappointed. He’s only sixteen, he’ll have plenty of years where he’ll have someone to kiss on New Year’s Eve. It - it would just be nice if he did tonight, if he got to couple off like everyone else was.

It still hurts, to watch near everyone else pair up. Obviously, not everyone at the party is in a relationship, and while the couples were already together it seemed that all the single folk were coupling up as well. It’s fine, whatever. Well, it //is fine until Danny fucking Mahealani starts making his way towards Stiles’ corner, all broad shoulders and tight jeans and fucking -perfection.

Stiles might have a slight crush. Sue him.

It doesn't even matter than Danny barely tolerates Stiles. Apparently, he has a penchant for thirsting after the unattainable because if Danny is anything it’s out of Stiles’ league. Danny is gorgeous, not pretty or handsome just - he’s just attractive. He’s more than fit, that is something Stiles knows from the past couple years of lacrosse - and eventually when Stiles got tired of sitting on the bench solely for Scott’s benefit - and track. His face is all symmetrical and even his too-straight nose is amazing.

It’s more than that though, more just an aesthetic appreciation because Danny is kind. He’s so nice, genuine in a way that can be hard to come by. He cares about others, always makes sure those around him are happy and well. More so, he //remembers. He knows things about others that aren’t common knowledge, and he used that information in a //good way. He congratulates anniversaries, wishes Happy Birthday to more people thank Stiles could imagine keeping track of.

This year was the anniversary of his mother’s death, Danny brought Stiles a small bouquet of yellow Tulips.

They were his mother’s favourite.

So Danny is good, and Stiles is far undeserving of having such a wonderful thing in his life. But - but Danny is still walking towards him and he doesn’t pass by or ignore him - no, he’s making eye contact and Stiles can’t look away, stuck in place as he stares right back. Danny stops in front of him, close, so close - closer than they’ve ever been and it makes Stiles palm sweat, his heartbeat quicken.

“No one to kiss at midnight?” Danny asks voice light and so fucking cheerful Stiles finds it hard to be annoyed by the statement.

“Spot on, Danny-boy,” Stiles mutters, wishing he was still holding his drink so he would have something to do with his hands other than nervously wringing them together. He feels awkward, uncomfortable with Danny so close.

It’s - well it’s unnerving to have the other boy so near, all but crowding into Stiles’ personal space. Stiles has to look up to remain the eye contact, his own eyes level with the tip of Danny’s nose. The other boy seems to get even closer, rocking forward onto the balls of his feet, and Stiles’ leans back against the wall letting it support his weight. He’s not sure he would be able to stand on his own. Danny smells like pine and oddly, coconut, and he’s so close Stiles can almost feel his warmth.

“I don’t have anyone to kiss either,” Danny begins and Stiles’ heart is already beating faster. The party is still going on around them, though people are getting more and more excited as the time counts down. The clock reads 11:58 p.m. and Stiles is finding the atmosphere contagious, the giddiness of the room twitching up the corner of his lips.

“Maybe we could - we could kiss each other?” Stiles has never seen Danny nervous before - at least not while talking to a guy, or hell, a girl either. He’s seen Danny flirt and seduce at Jungle, has watched him get discounts by charming old ladies at department stores. He’s just never seen Danny like this and it - it makes his head feel far-gone, kind of floaty knowing that he could be the cause of the other boy’s nerves.

It’s so much, too much. Just the suggestion has sent his brain spiralling, has made his heart leap into his throat. He doesn’t know what to do, what to say. Is Danny, is Danny serious? He doesn't think Danny would kid about something like this, but then again, it could mean nothing. It could mean nothing and that - that could almost be worse than just not kissing Danny in the first place.

“Look, if you don't want to, just say no. You don’t have to be some kind of a dick about it, okay?” Danny mutters after it’s been almost a minute since Danny had spoken. Stiles watches as the other boys face falls as if - as if he actually wanted to kiss Stiles like he’d been looking forward to it.

Which, is a little more than Stiles’ brain is able to handle. As though it isn’t enough that Danny is right in front of him, sunshine smile and the warmest eyes Stiles has ever had the pleasure of getting lost in, Danny now looks disappointed that he won’t be kissing Stiles. And that gives him a little bit more courage, enough to smile softly, to nod his head.

Before he can think of a reason not to, curves his hand around Danny’s hip. He’s lucky Danny hadn’t yet moved away, that he was still close enough that Stiles was able to do so. He rests his hand, palm open and wide, on the small of Danny’s back and he pulls forward. Stiles doesn’t use enough pressure to actually move Danny, but his intention is clear and Danny moves forward anyway, Stiles turning so their facing chest to chest.

And he can’t wait, not when Danny is so close so he moves the rest of the way forward, tangling the fingers of his free hand with those of Danny’s, the boy’s other hand cupping the back of Stiles’ neck and tangling in the short hairs there. The party is loud around them but Stiles’ lips are dragging over Danny’s, and his heart is soaring.

He pulls back a little, just enough to press words into Danny’s lips as he counts down, ’three, two, one. Happy New Year’. Stiles says it into the space between their mouths, tasting the curve of Danny’s grin with his tongue, letting the taller boy push him further into the wall and pulling Danny until their bodies are pressing close, lined up from knee to chest.

There’s cheering around them but they’re both pleasantly lost to it, Danny pulling Stiles’ bottom lip between his teeth. He sucks it into his mouth and Stiles’ next breath stutters out of him, his body melting into the wall behind him as Danny tugs at the hairs his fingers have threaded through. Stiles flicks out his own tongue, eager and uncoordinated but Danny doesn’t seem to mind, not with the way he keeps crowding ever closer.

Stiles has a brief, flickering moment of panic while he considers what this all might mean. It could mean nothing, but then Danny is shoving a thigh between Stiles’ legs. Stiles is sober and Danny doesn’t taste like anything other than Sprite and they’re still kissing, could be doing more, maybe would be if Stiles wasn’t painfully aware of the party of people around them.

He decides it’s fine, that he’ll ride this - and Danny’s thigh - out to the end, will see what does or maybe does not happen. For now, he’s going to kiss a cute guy, one he really, really likes on New Year’s Eve, and he’s going to fucking //enjoy it.

They don't pull back for a long, long time.

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[pesterloglog]

Jake English, Erisolsprite

Act 6, page 5516

JAKE: SIIIIIGH.

ERISOLSPRITE: no.

JAKE: Oh! Hey there buddy i nearly forgot you were bobbing about over there what with my emotional dilemmas.

ERISOLSPRITE: oh plea2e, a2 iif that loud heavvy 2iigh wwa2nt 2o obvviiou2ly diirected at gettiin my take on your 2HIITTY, BORIING boyfriiend problem2.

JAKE: Heheheh. Was i really so transparent?

JAKE: Youre a good man mr erisol. A good man with a good heart. Im lucky to have you as a friend.

ERISOLSPRITE: no, you bloody iimbeciile.

ERISOLSPRITE: ii am not a good man, ii dont havve a good heart, and iim not your fuckiin friiend.

ERISOLSPRITE: ii thiink you may be the dumbe2t liivviin beiing ii havve evver encountered.

ERISOLSPRITE: ii dont evven knoww wwhy ii bothered floatiing dowwn thii2 liittle gra22y gulch twwo fliip you the daiily biird. ii mu2t be out of my already tortured pan twwo bother wwiith ANY of you ovveremotiional fuckbag2.

JAKE: I suppose its true. You can be a bit of a surly customer.

JAKE: I dont hold it against you though. You have always been a wonderful source of amusement and companionship in this desolate place.

ERISOLSPRITE: wwoww, iit2 cool ii amu2e you, that really giivve2 meaniing to my joke of an exii2tence, ii mean WWOWW, thank2.

JAKE: Sure thing.

JAKE: Im just not sure who else to talk to about my issues with dirk.

ERISOLSPRITE: ok, wwhy dont you giivve thii2 per2on a wwhiirl: NOT ME?

JAKE: Im so conflicted. Ive enjoyed our time together and all the adventures weve had over the last few months.

JAKE: But as a paramour he has been overbearing to say the least. I dont know if i have the gumption to withstand another round of needy overtures.

JAKE: What do you think sir sprite? Should i put the old kibash on the affair?

ERISOLSPRITE: ii hate howw you 2ay evverythiing. howw can he 2tand you.

JAKE: Although frankly that prospect alone sounds arduous.

JAKE: I wouldnt even know what to say to the poor fella.

JAKE: You are my mystical guide on this adventure! What perchance might you advise?

ERISOLSPRITE: alriight you wwant 2ome redrom coun2el, wwell here you go.

ERISOLSPRITE: iim of the miind2et that wwhen you havve a rock 2oliid piiece of a22 tiied twwo the dock, you dont bloody wwell tug the knot loo2e and 2hovve the fucker off wwiith the heel a your boot.

ERISOLSPRITE: but then another part of me ju2t wwonder2 wwhat the FUCK ii ju2t 2aiid there? liike that wwa2 ju2t 2uch a wweiird 2ociiopathiic thought ii had, ii hone2tly had no iidea howw bad ii could po22iibly feel about my2elf untiil ii BECAME my2elf, iif THAT make2 2en2e.

ERISOLSPRITE: your bro ha2 feeliin2 twwo con2iider, he2 not 2ome 2liice of grub2teak. wwhy are you con2ultiing wwiith me, iim a dii2a2ter. no iim a dii2a2ter that 2hiit iit2 emotiional pant2 wwiith thiick liiquiid CATA2TROPHE, 2o dont evven come near me.

JAKE: Oh mr erisol. You are in rare form today.

ERISOLSPRITE: fuck you jake. iim not funny. ii havve no actual clue wwhy you thiink iim 2o funny, 2o PII22 OFF.

JAKE: HAHAHAHAHAHA!

ERISOLSPRITE: ii 2hould havve exploded my2elf the moment he 2pawwned me.

ERISOLSPRITE: evvery day iim wwonderiin wwhy ii havvent blowwn my2elf up yet.

ERISOLSPRITE: one tiime ii thiink ii almo2t diid?

ERISOLSPRITE: then ii ju2t thought...

ERISOLSPRITE: MEH.

ERISOLSPRITE: ii thiink the truth ii2 deep dowwn ii mu2t lovve 2ufferiin.

ERISOLSPRITE: ju2t liike you and wwhat2 hii2 face and your TRAINWRECK of a mate2priit2hiip.

JAKE: STOP! STOP!!! MY SIDES.

JAKE: Your act is too rich. Thanks buddy this is cheering me up at least a little.

ERISOLSPRITE: 2hut up.

ERISOLSPRITE: oh and you knoww wwhat el2e ii2 fliippiin BULL2HIIT?

ERISOLSPRITE: thii2 hoax that youre iimplyiin there2 no one el2e twwo talk twwo about thii2.

ERISOLSPRITE: TALK TWWO A MEMBER OF YOUR OWWN FUCKIIN 2PECIIE2 FOR A CHANGE.

ERISOLSPRITE: wwhat about crocker. try ruiiniin her day wwiith your wwii2hy wwa2hy rubbii2h.

JAKE: Youre right. I really should catch up with Janey.

JAKE: Its been a while since we spoke. It does seem like more and more im the one to get in touch with her.

JAKE: I do hope she hasnt tired too badly of listening to my problems. The last thing i want is to give the impression that everything revolves around my various romantic hurdles.

ERISOLSPRITE: revvolvve around? iit2 a biit late for that jake.

ERISOLSPRITE: your flu2hed quadrant ii2 a black hole and wwe are all beiing dragged 2creamiin through iit2 evvent horiizon.

ERISOLSPRITE: ju2t talk twwo jane, and nevver fuckiin look at me agaiin for the re2t of your liife.

ERISOLSPRITE: iim leavviing. hey here2 one for the road.

JAKE: Ah! There she blows. Your favorite finger of all.

JAKE: You sure do love showing that one to people. Its actually become a vaguely comforting gesture.

ERISOLSPRITE: you knoww wwhat youvve done jake.

ERISOLSPRITE: you havve totally RUIINED the act of fliippiin people off.

ERISOLSPRITE: iit wwa2 the one joy ii had left. ii hope youre happy.

JAKE: Boy howdy!!!

[prowlingthunder]

WIP Meme

So I was tagged by @badwolfgirl01 who clearly doesn’t believe me when I say I have all the projects to do. How do you put nonsense under a cut?

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Title: Deus ex machina, chapter 3 Notes: The partially-finished Chpt3 has been in my WIP for... a long time. I’ve been squinting at it for a while. Poke it once in a while. Read previous two chapters on Ao3

Eventually he got a few fake IDs that said he was a bit older than he was, which was okay because he looked it, and he started tending bar. The owner had been surprised when Desmond mixed up a drink from barely-there memories, mentioning that it had been many years since the man who'd known how to make a Bloody Templar had retired from the scene. Been kidnapped, you see, and then when he came back he'd done a bit of work and then finally gave his resignation.

He asked Aita. Aita told him, “That was you, before. But I couldn't fit into your life. I tried.”

Fandom: Harry Potter, Saint Seiya Title: A Mother’s Love, chapter 6 Notes: Crossover. Not enough to share here. It’s been stalled for years, since waaay back in my FF.net days. I don’t like to let things die, but it’s hard juggling RL and everything else. There’s been some interest shown in this recently and I’ve also found my old notes, so we’ll see where this goes.

Fandom: Harry Potter, Ronin Warriors Title: Harry Potter and the Light of the Moon, chapter 4 Notes: Crossover. Not enough of the chapter to share. See above reasons for hiatus. Unlike AML, there’s been less interest in this, but I actually like the plot for this a trifle better than AML and my notes are a bit better for this one too. I’ve been poking at it trying to resurrect it from the dead.

Fandom: Mass Effect, Gundam Wing Title: Minor Troubles Notes: Crossover, 2/6 posted on Ao3. The other chapters are slow-going but in existence, though they’re all arguing for Chapter 3 and I’m not yet comfortable sharing the hot mess with ya’ll.

Fandom: YuYu Hakusho, Ronin Warriors Title: Roses in Stained Glass Notes: Crossover, Chapter 2 in progress, Chapter 1 on Ao3. I have to do some more research and designing of the grounds, various people on the area, hammer the plot out a bit more. So far the only thing to share is a teaset, which isn’t enough to spoil you guys with.

Fandom: Outlaw Star, Gundam Wing Title: The Ripple Effect: Desert Rose Notes: Crossover, Part 1 on Ao3. I wont call it a chapter because the next part isn’t a direct continuation of what we’ve got, there doesn’t seem to be a directly-after section for the current posted in my brain. Go figure.

Fandom: Fallout 4 Title: The Devil’s Luck, Chapter 3 Notes: Chapters 1&2 on Ao3. Chapter subject to rewrite, because current writing doesn’t feel quite right.

The inside of the Memory Den was lipstick-red, the color women used to press to letters before they sent them to their sweethearts in the war. It was a shade of red that made his heart ache, just a little. His Nora had started wearing it after they had come home from Alaska, partly to draw attention away from her cheeks, partly to fit in better with the housewives who had surrounded them in Sanctuary Hills. A rather failed attempt to make nice with civilians.

Silas tried to ignore the way McCready watched him. There were a lot of questions in that blue gaze that he wasn't prepared to explain, though he thought he knew what all the questions would be if the younger soldier spoke them out loud.

The memory den? Are you sure? You know what they do in there, right?

He was sure. He had to know for sure if it worked like the rumors said it did. He had to know.

Fandom: Fallout 4 Title: Hell Hath No Fury, Chapter 17 Notes: 1-16 on Ao3. 17 is partially written but not enough to be posted, even with HHNF standards.

Fandom: Fallout 4, Fallout 3 Title: Big Town Blues Notes: Oneshot. Doesn’t yet cover enough of what I want it to cover to be considered even half-complete. Still working! RJ takes Duncan to safety, outside the Commonwealth. The only place that’s safe? Big Town.

“Awe-J and his son--”

“Duncan.”

“Awe-J and Duncan awe hungwy.”

Duncan waved a little over Mac’s shoulder. Tewwy blanched and dropped the nose of his shotgun at once, as if just noticing the child for the first time. “You’ve a child?”

“Startled the fuck out of me too,” MacCready tried, smiling as disarming as he could manage. “Didn’t know I’d made a baby until my wife gave birth to him.”

Tewwy sucked a breath, setting his shotgun down on the table while he moved to pull a pot off the fire. “Billy, you should let mayor know as soon as possible. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure your friend and his son get breakfast.”

“Save some fow me!” Biwwy cried gleefully, nearly dancing on his way back out the door. Tewwy shot a hand motion at his retreating back that Mac didn’t know.

“Ignore him. He’s always hyperactive before breakfast. Have a sit, let the little one down?” The offer sounded pretty genuine.

MacCready moved to a crouch and started unstrapping Duncan’s harness from his back. The little boy let out a whoop of delight; partly for being let loose, partly for the truly divine scent coming from Tewwy’s pan. He had to snatch him by the harness before he went and got under Tewwy’s feet. “Ma,” Duncan whined plaintively.

“It’s not ready yet.”

“He sounds hungry,” Tewwy commented. Mac winced.

“We ran out of rations yesterday.” That hurt to admit. Especially to a stranger. But MacCready wasn’t above wheedling and emotional manipulation to get food in Duncan’s belly.

“Oh my.”

Fandom: Fallout 4, Fallout 3 Working Title: Radstorm Notes: Oneshot. I don’t like the way it reads, but I haven’t quite managed a rewrite that I like yet. It’s not... floaty enough? McCready gets radsickness.

It hurt. Everything hurt. His stomach roiled, guts twisting into knots, and rolled, vomiting over the edge of the cot. He could feel his clothing cling to him, wet and sticky like the blanket, but even that had chased through his bones to leave him weak. He flopped back on his back, hip aching, and tried to find air that wasn't going to melt his lungs.

People talked, background noise of the clinic, and he listened to them and couldn't make out the words, but the sounds helped. Something cool pressed against his flesh, against his head and against his chest. Lucy tugged at his shirt. He blinked up at her, dizzy; reached to find her fingers. She brushed his hand away.

Lu-- 'm hot.

Lucy paused for several heartbeats-- too fast, much too fast, he was too hot and he had to cool down. He heard her fiddling with something. The coolness on his head was ice against a fire. He could feel it drip into his hair. "You have a fever. Don't worry. We'll fix it."

Missed you. She looked like she had when he last saw her, all kitted up to go help mungos who didn't deserve it, stained white cloth at her throat to hide an old scar. She didn't respond to him, cut his shirt down the sleeves and pulled it out from beneath him. He realized, distantly, that he wasn't wearing his scarf. She must have taken it already.

Hot, he whined, and Lu ignored him in an effort to keep working.

Fandom: Fallout 4 Title: Line-dried Laundry Notes: Oneshot, Lupercalia fic. Incomplete, needs some touch-ups. No porn, promise. Nora and her brother back during soldier-days.

"Do you know why we're here?"

Nora did, and told him as much. The rest of the men were eyeing each other in confusion.

Major Rye dipped his hand to her, offering the table.

"You're evaluating us, and our brothers, sir. You're feeding your sister a heat suppressant to ensure her heat holds off while you judge the roster as worthy or unworthy."

Hawken furrowed his brow. Opened his mouth to say something, and decided to keep his fool mouth shut.

Major Rye had a pretty face; strong features, brown eyes, tanned skin. The crinkle around his eyes was a smile. "Very good. Officer Nedved and his brother are our escorts. The four of us will be spending the next two days with your squad to ease the transition. If all goes well, we'll retire to a breed room."

Nora didn't know if it was BreedCom policy to take a whole team off duty or not. She doubted it. Especially since they were front-liners, were Army not Recon Marines, they were a pack within a pack but it wasn't so tight that they couldn't handle without a member or two...

There was something else Major Rye and Officer Nedved were here for, and it wasn't just to rope them into a heat-shack.

Fandom: Fallout 4 Working Title: N/A Notes: Demon-summoning AU, the next in Every Word a Promise - Sil at a Summoning.

[Is this one yours?] Puck asks, words a whisper of wind through his hair. It's like a caress. A part of Silas resents him for being here; a part of him is exulted. Puck is a spirit of deceptive magic, a woodland sprite for twisting, winding paths that get lost in the woods, shaded corners and cool spots where the snake will strike if someone steps. But he is trustworthy, if the words are asked correctly. He never makes a bargain he will not keep. He never offers his strength if he will not be entertained-- and the dead bring no entertainment, for Puck.

Puck is all smiles and honeyed words, a willow swaying in the wind, or the aspen, quaking, but strong enough not to come undone.

Silas can't say anything to him without seeming crazy, so he nods; this one mine.

The thing about forest-spirits, they're all trees standing alone. The woods only truly exist when they come together.

Fandom: Fallout 4 Working Title: All The Things I Didn’t Say Notes: Oneshot? Y7 fic, because Sevan needs love too. This is my... second or third rewrite of this, and I’m not sure I like it yet. Y7 contends with his human counterpart.

The few people he'd run into the Commonwealth hadn't batted an eyelash at the thought that he wasn't the true Silas King. They had greeted him as if he had been. They didn't know.

Silas King knew. He knew what he was and what he wasn't, and Y7 might have gotten the drop on him if he had been more careful, perhaps, or if Silas hadn't seemed to have been expecting him, or.. maybe a thousand other things. Maybe if the rouge coursers hadn't been in town. Maybe if he hadn't followed him down into the Vault.

Maybe.

Maybe.

He hadn't been prepared to have to outwit an unaware subject. He hadn't been prepared to have to handle Silas King in a verbal chess-match, when he had been trained to deal with him physically. Father had some sort of upset against him, which Y7 was not privy to, was not prepared to ask, and did not care to know. It wasn't his business who Father did and did not have issues with.

My son sent you, didn't he?

Fandom: Fallout 4 Working Title: N/A Notes: The one death fic for Sil I haven’t bothered to finish yet and may have to re-poke...

Last night's dinner wants to revisit him. Silas swallows it back down fiercely, ribs screaming in pain. Plants both palms on the ground beneath him and shoves, pushing himself up, gets a knee under himself. Fire sears across his chest. Bones grind, broken. The pain threatens to swallow him.

I can't die like this. Not like this. The enemy is still alive; he wont let himself die until he's dealt with them, wont lay down like a dog and let them have their play. He wont, he wont, he wont. Damned raiders.

Calculatedly, not the best plan he'd ever had. But he couldn't just let them take his men. The Minutemen trusted him, they were his subordinates, his command. Maybe them being his soldiers didn't mean the same thing, here in the future, but it meant plenty to Silas. He refused to die before he got them the keys, got them their weapons--

Fandom: Fallout: New Vegas Working Title: [Inside Pandora’s Box] Notes: Oneshot, Lupercalia fic, wolf’s perspective of waking up at Doc Mitchell‘s.

"Easy there, girl. You and your lady are safe now."

There is still pain. Pain in her chest, and Hope remembers a bullet taking her there when she'd lunged at cigarettes. She still wears the muzzle they put on her, but she cannot blame the old man for trying. Even the shamans will tie off a wolf's jaws when they or their sibling are injured. A wolf cannot help to bite, in hopes of warding away more pain.

Her sister's mind is a quiet blanket of nothing in her mind. That worry holds more pain than Hope can ever feel in her own body. She reaches out, careful, prodding at the pack-sense, but the man is not of the People, he is a stranger utterly, and Hope cannot speak to him, cannot ask him, does my sister yet live?

He'd said you and your lady. Hope does not often have much of her namesake, but she hopes.

Fandom: Fallout: New Vegas Working Title: N/A Notes: Pandora walks the Divide and bristles a lot. Will continue it as I replay more of New Vegas.

Couriers knew each other, and the Post knew them. A courier from the Legion could march into any Post in the Mojave and ask to kip down in the middle of NCR space, and not only would they get a bed and a hot meal, but they'd get a night watch too. She'd heard-- knew, in her bones-- that the same was true for couriers from the other side of the war, who had business through the Legion. The penalty for harassing or harming a courier in the Legion was death. There was a reason she had been able to walk through Nipton unscathed.

There was a reason she could walk anywhere. 

The Legion would protect her regardless of her business, and the NCR would protect her as long as her business was their business.

Fandom: Fallout 3 Working Title: Outsider Notes: Oneshot of Jay feeling homesick and a little like an alien outside the vault. 

Jay tries not to be, but he is a bleeding heart and he knows it. Still, he does not give them money. He gives them food, and water, and a change of clothes, and a map. For those who want more, Jay has given enough. For those rest who weep with joy, Jay has given them the world.

And that scares him more than he wishes to admit, because they look up with worship and admiration, or they look on him with curled lips twisted in bitter venom. He does not know these people. He does not understand them, because they are not his people.

His people do not want him.

Fandom: Fallout 3 Title: The G.O.A.T. Notes: Oneshot, going to rewrite because it’s choppy and mostly notes but I do rather love it. What it says on the tin. Likely to contain Jay/Butch porn in the rewrite.

He was given a folder and a passcode to his new quarters, and Officer Mack led him there.

Turns out, Vault 101 had a chapel. Who knew?

(Apparently the Chaplain was supposed to be celibate and chaste, according to the Vault 101 charter-- among other things on the list the Overseer had given him, not all of which sounded like good ideas-- but Jay forgot about that rule the moment the king snake decided to help him move his things and break in the new mattress.)

Fandom: Fallout 3 Working Title: (Best laid plans) Notes: Slowgrow Vault fic between Jay and Butch. We’ll see how long it takes to actually write...

The Doctor would probably kill him in the morning. But damn it, he was so tired of being referred to as Junior, as Little James; at least if he changed his hair, he couldn't look just like him.

He had been thinking about that all week, but all he could think about now was the feeling of Butch's gloved fingers working at his scalp, the echo of nothing a quiet lull. Butch had put a towel over his shoulders, but he'd had to strip down to his waist to lessen the risk of getting it on his vault-suit anyway. Butch had admitted to never dying someone's hair before, when Jay had asked.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Working Title: N/A Notes: The next fic in Suddenly: An Army. So far it’s mostly hand-written notes and false starts, but it is in progress. Prompto takes Ignis to meet his family.

Fandom: Gundam Wing Working Title: N/A Notes: A clonebaby genderbender AU where it’s Dad and Seven Daughters.

There were three ways to keep a secret that Nate knew.

The first was to keep it totally to yourself. That wasn't going to work for Nate, exactly, since his secret wasn't some intangible thing.

The second was to tell only one other person-- get the secret out of your system-- and then kill them. Two could keep a secret if one of them was dead. This was also not going to work for Nate, though he would happily kill anyone to keep his secret secure.

The third way was tell everyone.

Fandom: Lord of the Rings Working Title: Wolflords Notes: A fire-watch child from Gondor dreams of Elves and their wolves

Giayl had known the fable of elven-wolves. Of course he had. Maybe his family wasn’t scholars-- he and his family had been looking after the watch-fire for generations-- but the black land could be seen in the distance, and on especially calm nights, there was claim the orc-wolves could be heard. Giayl didn’t know he believed that one. He much preferred the stories of of the elves and their wolves, sunshine-gold and moon-bright silver, midnight blue dappled with stars, all long-lived and all elegant and graceful like the elves themselves. Eternal.

Fandom: Lord of the Rings: Online Working Title: Caran Dagra Notes: Imorrael’s mortal son joins the American Military. James finds unexpected friends there.

“It's from my mother,” he offered to their silence, pulling out a just-as-new piece of card parchment.

Aeglirann, son of Imorrael, she wrote in her flowing, looping script. He had been reading Elvish for enough years it was easy to decipher. Not that there was a lot of it. Take this and know you are mine.

He sat the card aside, face up, and ignored the trio as they read it. He peered back into they envelope instead, then tipped it up into his palm.

A piece of ash-wood fell into his fingers. A simple oval slice, about as big as a quarter, with a penny-length shard of blue in the center, gemstone fused to heartwood. A small hole had been punched through the wood, and the whole thing had apparently been coated in clear resin to hold color.

Fandom: Mass Effect Working Title: Star-light, Star-bright Notes: Bobby Shepard and her wolf-queen, Danica, deal with the nonsense that is their life.

But then, it was hard to love anything more than she loved Danica, the sun-gold she-wolf that she was. An Alliance wolf from a strong line, a little temperamental but bred for endurance, strength, command. A bloodline that traced itself beyond the birth of the Alliance, beyond the deaths of the last trolls, beyond, beyond, beyond. Back before time. Before space.

Before the first wolves touched minds with the first wolf-brother. Certainly before wolves ever took to wolf-sisters. But Danica had decided that Bobby was going to be hers before anything else, before the chain of command or the loyalty of a pack. Bobby belonged to Danica, and Danica belonged to Bobby.

And when they did get a pack, when they cycled through training and ended up with a team, they didn't... quite fit in, but Danica would duck her head and Bobby would salute their team leader, and they would make it work.

When the Batarians attacked while on leave, Danica glowed bright as a star in the pack sense, and Bobby glowed with her, and beneath them, around them, people rallied under instruction and discipline of a wolf and Danica and Bobby dug in their heels and decided, no more. No one else.

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Title: Black Cats and Broken Mirrors, Chapter 5 Notes: Chapters 1-4 on Ao3. All the actual words I’ve got for chapter 5 is handwritten and everything else is notes. So I’ve nothing quite to share with you for chapter five, except suffice to say, Felix is unhappy.

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Working Title: Wolfthreat Notes: This is going to need some rework and some more polishing, but overall I do like it and so I’m not anywhere near done yet. Why you gotta be frustrating, Soldier Harris? Lupercalia fic.

“Mister G!”

Giles had the good grace not to have been holding a cup of tea, this time. But his smile was wide and a little tired, and the book in front of him for once had nothing to do with demons or magic or anything like that. Not that Alexander accounted Son of None as a good book, but in a world without the Slayer, any literature at all making it's way whole and accounted for to the Hellmouth was a godsend, and comic books took their time making it around the Wolfmount.

Most places didn't want to deal with them.

Other wolfpacks didn't want to deal with them. A wolfpack living on a Hellmouth had to be considered pretty much gone, and anyone who stayed for more than a rotation wasn't considered fit for duty anywhere else, because everywhere else was tame and Sunnydale broke lesser wills to live.

Alexander had been here since he was born. So had Aurore. Neither of them were going anywhere, and if they had to teach the people coming in, that was okay too.

Fandom: Attack on Titan Working Title: N/A Notes: OCs everywhere! Because I couldn’t ever help myself :3

The girl brightens for reasons John can't fathom, except that she looks way too happy her brother is leaving. “Yes!”

Faolan then looks at him, and smiles again. “I'll keep Adam safe, okay kid? You can count on me for that.” John blinks and then nods, slowly, while Adam huffs and punches Faolan in the arm. “Ow! What was that for?”

“I don't need protection; you seem to be forgetting who had better scores!”

“So what? I still kicked your ass in hand-to-hand.”

“Titans are people-shaped, not people-sized!”

John doesn't know what any of it means, but it's not actually that reassuring.

Adam says goodbye to him again before he and Faolan are heading back to the other soldiers. When the bell tolls, the girl, Adolpha, is waving again.

“Come back soon! I'll be waiting!”

John takes the ferry back into Rose and makes his way home, and Adam's right; he doesn't really notice that Adam's not there. Adam hasn't been there for years.

Fandom: Space Pirate: Captain Harlock Working Title: N/A Notes: Logan contends with the difference between love and loyalty, and who is worth either.

The words Mom had said, clear and crisp in his childhood, had been the root of much Logan had done in his life. He had always tried to live by her words; not to never do anything he might regret, but to never regret anything he would do. Never to give his loyalty away to the first bidder-- and Mom had been big on loyalty, true, but the lesson had always struck with him the most, there in her garden.

Loyalty, Mom had said, is not love. Love is different. Love can kill you, if you let it; it can strangle those you care for. It can swallow you, and tear you apart from the inside. Which isn't to say it isn't beautiful or wonderful or precious. Love is... mistletoe. It flowers and blooms, and it only grows bigger with each passing year, so long as it has something to feed off. But mistletoe can kill you, if you eat it.

But loyalty is the most beautiful thing, because love just happens, but loyalty... Loyalty is a choice.

Logan had always loved Nami, he guessed. Like a parasite, they had just grew together. But Nami had married Ezra; Ezra, who had a stable job in the military and was moving up in the world. No one had any doubts he would make it to the top of the command bracket; he might even get a seat on the Gaia Coalition's Counsel. And Logan loved Ezra, the love of two brothers raised together, so close they might have been one person.

But he had been loyal to Ezra, too. He had never taken Nami to bed, even though he loved her. Even though he'd had his chances, every time Ezra was out on deployment. He'd longed every time he saw her that she had picked him instead, but every time he saw Ezra look at her, he just seemed so heartbreakingly happy...

Fandom: Thor Working Title: All the Little Children Notes: Lupercalia fic. Thor deals with the aftermath of Loki’s fall, sheltering his brother’s children from the wrath of their grandfather.

I could have done it.

No, Loki.

Time and time again, their father had charged the both of them with great quests, feats so impossible that they were nothing short of heroic. Feats only the princes of Asgard could accomplish. It was a hard pill to swallow, hearing his own words out of Loki's mouth. Loki, who had never debased himself so far as to say I could have. Loki, who was given impossible tasks, do not let the Giant finish the wall, and Loki who always came through for their father.

Thor failed occasionally. But nothing felt more terrible a failure than watching Loki let go of the All-Father's staff.

He couldn't save his brother.

I couldn't save mother.

The words echoed loudly through his head, sharp and full of piercing pain, his agony put to voice. But he had never called Loki mother. A sharp knocking on his chamber door jerked him from his reverie and he turned his head, blinking at it. He had talked with his father, after the Fall; Thor, listen to me, Loki was a frost giant, you did the right thing. It would not be a servant at the door, for after the conversation he had explicitly told them he would not be bothered. No courtier would risk it, would dare. He was to be alone.

I couldn't save mother. I couldn't-- I tried.

The knock repeated, more urgent.

Fandom: Overwatch Working Title: N/A Notes: McHanzo timetravel shenanigans. Because why not let them timetravel to meet kid!McCree before he’s their McCree...

There was also a frog on the third bench, complaining about the radio station. Jesse was pretending not to hear him talk. There were only two channels this far out in the middle of nowhere, and the only reason Jesse hadn’t picked country was because half of them were nursing injuries and the other half were fatigued to hell and back. New fangled rock and roll wasn’t was good as the classics, but it was still heavy on the drums and guitar riffs.

Mama had sworn by them. Lucio was just going to have to chill.

Fandom: Overwatch Working Title: N/A Notes: McSymmenji fic that’s had several false starts but I think I finally have a good one for. It’s just going to be longer than planned...

Fandom: Overwatch Working Title: N/A Notes: McHanzo Gift-fic, in progress, with a slice of bodyguard and worldbuilding. Probably wont post unless the recipient clears me to, but.

Not that Hanzo isn’t still otherwise. He is. He is the stillest thing Jesse’s ever seen, calm as a frozen pond on a bright-moon’d winter’s night. There’s no wasted movements with the man.

There aren’t many with himself, but Jesse knows when he’s lying and he’s always lying if he says he doesn’t have a flair for the dramatics. Which he does. There is a reason he keeps flash-bangs in his arsenal.

He’s American, after all. Nobody does fireworks like America.

Nobody does Hanamura like Hanzo, either. That’s why they’re here.

Though frankly, Jesse’s getting real sick of Hanamura.

Fandom: Ronin Warriors Working Title: N/A Notes: I’m thinking about a third done, honestly. There’s some more things I want to cover before I post this, even if this section feels complete save for a name.

"Arashinoumi."

Yulie's head snapped his way. "Huh?"

"That's her name. Arashinoumi."

Stormy waters, Mia noted. Like white-water rapids, or seafoam.

"Arashinoumi.." Yulie blinked again, glancing down at her. She sat primly in front of him, dark eyes looking up at him patiently. He stretched his fingers out, careful, aware enough that she wasn't a house pet or a tame dog. "Can I pet her?"

"She's waiting for your name," Torrent gentled. "She says you can pet her after."

Fandom: Ronin Warriors Title: Blood and Ashes Notes: Hariel/Arago Lupercalia fic that’s undergone several rewrites and false starts. Urgh.

“If we should be careful,” Hariel ventured, listening through Inferno’s ears to the fact that Arago had not left. “Then why are we still here?” He knew the answer, but Inferno reaffirming it would secure the knowledge. There were so many reasons.

Because a human and his wolf-brother had slain a dragon and tiger. Because one clanless samurai had slain an emperor. Because there were no properly bonded packs in Suzuran, just Bonded, scattered few and far between. Because this man had killed his blood-brother. Because the pair of them were from beyond the gates; humans from the ancestral home of humans, humans that were short-lived but burning bright. Because Inferno was a bitch, and Hariel was a bitch’s brother. Because it had to be lonely, being a pack of one.

“We want to meet them.” Inferno gave him a wolf-smile and nudged at his elbow with her nose, begging affection. He reached out and rubbed her behind the ear, where she liked it best. “They are young puppies, and they are full of curiosity. All we have to do is wait them out.” Not their tactically best plan, but she was right, and that was what mattered.

Fandom: Ronin Warriors Title: Coal Dust Notes: The next in Ink Stains On Paper, covering Ryo and his role in this world. I’ve had a bunch of false starts on this as I try to find the right way to do it, but I think I’m finally getting close.

Fandom: Ronin Warriors Title: Kagome, Kagome Notes: I need to rewrite part of the first bit, and finish the third and fourth bits. Go figure. Seiji-centric, covering a return to New York, dealing with the events of the OVA.

“Hey man, you ruined my shot!”

“My apologies.” New Yorkers, he thought, moving to the side of the alley; he pressed himself up against the wall, fingers unconsciously finding the ridges between mortar and red clay. It felt rough and filthy against his skin, catching at his clothes and hair like grasping hands, reaching to pull him in and under...

The stranger's camera flashed again and at once Seiji flung himself away from the wall, covered in goose-flesh; sharp amethyst eyes hunted the stained structure for the offending limbs.

There was nothing there to see.

“Hey.. hey man, you okay? You lost or somethin'?”

Fandom: Star Wars Working Title: Supernova Notes: Oneshot. Original Characters, Not A Canon Character In Sight, Eury deals with being a teacher and explaining what the Force is.

“The Force is in everything?”

“Everything,” he confirmed. “They are the stars, and all the space between the stars. The stars make light so we can see them, and the space between stars does not. Sometimes the space between makes stars, and they light up like other stars. And sometimes the stars go dark,” sometimes they explode. Sometimes they turned into planets. But those were things his little girl didn’t need yet. “But they’re still stars.”

“You and mommy are stars?”

“And you.” He leaned down to tap their noses, prompting a sleepy giggle. He hated having to explain it, but better she learn now than later, even if he would just likely end up teaching her again tomorrow. “You are a little star too.”

Fandom: Star Wars Working Title: Monsters in the Dark Notes: Oneshot. Original Characters, Not A Canon Character In Sight

(He remembers: You would condemn an innocent to death? You would cast yourself into the darkest of the dark, the murder of the unborn, and you would do it in the name of the Jedi? You fear the dead so much you do not know to fear the living! I refuse this, I defy it! This is an innocent, and it will live, you will protect it and it will live, Oriole, protection of the innocent is the keystone of Jedi teachings and this one you shall not break!)

(He was a Sith and the same way he would let her fears fester so she would come to him, accept his care, love, and affection, he would break her will to save his child. No matter what he had to do, no matter how Dark it made him.)

(He was a Sith. He did not fear the Dark. He thrived in it. Let any who dared to cross him try and see what monsters it made of men.)

Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic Working Title: N/A Notes: Oh. I forgot I had started this. Zabrak bounty hunter appears on the screen!

At least her father was with the Republic. If he'd have been on the other side of the war...

Well. Jeeri could safely say at least that they did more work for the Republic then they did for the Empire. The crews overall moral compass meant that Republic jobs spoke to the morals louder, and there was also that the Republic usually offered better pay, or at least jobs that were more or less straightforward.

Didn't mean that all jobs were Republic. The lab of horrors was a nightmare in her mind, never shaken. Sometimes Empire jobs were honest. Sometimes Empire jobs were things she would have done on her own, the Republic trying to win their war the wrong way. If she got paid for it... well.

Well. At least they didn't get caught. And her conscious was clean.

Fandom: Sword Art Online Title: This Is A Bad Plan, Chapter 4 Notes: I, uh, have notes on Chapter 4, but nothing written otherwise. Fic is a “SAO becomes real and some players read that book but tried it anyway.” Read Chapters 1-3 on Ao3

Fandom: Voltron Working Title: N/A Notes: The Keith-centric sequel to In The Wind (Or Lack Thereof). I’ve had an unfortunate number of false starts with this one, go figure... 

Fandom: Ronin Warrior, Dragon Age Working Title: Dragons Breath Notes: Crossover. I think I’m going to flat-out rewrite this.. Sequel to Sympathy for the Devil

“But if you come with Morrigan and I, who would take care of the mabari?”

Flemeth had wrapped the king in Chasind clothing, which Cailan had kept; a wrapped tunic bound together with a sash, and a loose pair of trousers.  The blue looked good on him-- not bright, but not dark either.  It managed to make him stand out less then his armor, which had probably been the point.  ...not that they did not stand out a good deal anyway, but until they figured out what Loghain had told to Fereldan, it was best they not announce that the king still lived.

A part of Alistair was selfishly glad he was alive.  Another part entirely was horribly frustrated by it.

It could have been worse.  The Darkspawn could have killed him; he wouldn't have even had the chance to give the other a proper funeral.

“Maric could come with us!”

...it was amazing that he had named the beast after their father.

Fandom: Final Fantasy X, Gundam Wing Working Title: Like Shooting Stars Notes: Crossover. Parts of this I like, and parts of this I’ll cut, but the idea is super shiny and I’m definitely running the whole way with this.

Wakka and his newfound, impetuous (but cute) Blitzball player had brought a young woman in from the surf when they had come back to the village. Yuna had saw her out of the corner of her eye during the Summoning, swathed in white, with hair lighter than Yuna's, but not nearly anything as pale as the young Blitzer's chocobo-yellow. She had watched, Yuna thought, leaning against the posts that made up the door of the Lodge, but by the time the Summoning was over and Yuna could look, the lady in white had vanished. Back inside, maybe.

The townspeople had demanded her attention, after. She hadn't been able to disappoint them, even though she had wanted desperately to rest.

She did see her again later, though, around the village fire.

Fandom: YuYu Hakusho, Naruto Working Title: Foxkids Notes: Sequel to More Precious Than Gold

Gaining custody of an orphan wasn't easy in Konoha. Kurama wasn't sure how he had thought it might be-- maybe because it should have been, because it would have been in the youkai. It would have been nothing; just his desire to pick up a child no one else cared for, scruff him and carry him back to the den. Easy.

Apparently in Konoha it required paperwork, and a large amount of it, and no small amount of Kurama's clever lies.

Fandom: Star Trek, Ronin Warriors Working Title: N/A Notes: ...I have no excuses for this that do not include a lot of things I don’t want to tell anybody. Moving on.

"Spread the word that we're not to use the torpedos, either."

That catches Spock completely flat footed. He stares at Seiji, bright-eyed and surprised, and it strikes Seiji as familiarity too. He looked so much like friends he had lost a long time. Maybe it's the shape of his face. He's not sure. It takes a moment for him to bring himself back to some semblance of control. "It is illogical not to use every weapon at our disposal." Which was Vulcanese for Spock asking why, even though he knew perfectly well why it was illogical in this situation. Bomb an enemy home world? Over a single escaped criminal? That would start a war, no questions asked.

Fandom: X-men, Ronin Warriors Working Title: Dragon Teeth Notes: Kenshin becomes a teacher at a certain school. In need of a rewrite.

Fandom: The Hobbit, Ronin Warriors Working Title: N/A Notes: The one where Seiji becomes Bilbo’s live-in house-guest after the Fell Winter and is still there when a specific wizard shows up to cause trouble.

Fandom: Gundam Wing, Invasion America, Final Fantasy X Working Title: Unlikely Notes: Relena, Auron, and Cale survive the first day of the zombie apocalypse. In theory.

“Do you know where we’re going? You seem quite lost for an earth-man…”

Talking. He’d been doing that since he woke up. Auron kind of wished he’d stop or go back to being unconscious. Certainly he’d been easier to carry. “Steenrade,” because he had figured out already that answering questions gained him some measure of quiet during the march. “The capital of the Sanq Kingdom.”

Cale-Oosha nodded. “Is that the capital of the world? I had meant to go there to meet with the king.”

“Queen,” Auron corrected. And the Queen of Sanq had once been Queen of the World, if his ventures in the local political system were correct. But that was nearly an elected position; like the Maesters. From the sound of things, the young woman hadn’t been Queen of the World in a long time.

Fandom: Gundam Wing, Naruto Working Title: N/A Notes: Shikamaru, Temari, and space colonies.

"Welcome to the outside world, Mister and Missus Nara. I see you have both arrived in civilization in one piece." At Missus Nara, Temari grinned. She produced a pair of paper from the fold of her robe and Agent Chang accepted them, breaking the seals pressed upon the first, reading it over, before then doing the same with the second. Dark eyes peered over at them when he was finished. "So you are the two they sent for the Winner job?"

Which sounded like something the Fifth Hokage would name an op, if they still let her name ops. The winner job. On paper it had struck him weird, but on paper they were going to be sent to protect important person, name undisclosed, delivered upon arrival. Now, out of Chang's mouth, it sounded like a person's name. Which... well. Okay then.

Fandom: Gundam Wing, Pacific Rim Working Title: N/A Notes: Unattached to the Hellfire universe. Dunno what I’ll do with this...

Because Catherine hated kaiju, and she hated the rangers that fought them, and she hated the mess it all caused, but No Name had carried the letter with her name on it for the last six months, the one with an attached but out-of-date photograph by at least a year, the one that had told him that she didn't have a firm address, she worked for the circus that was trying to eek out a living in these times, and make people forget the troubles of giant monsters for a little while.

She picked him out of the crowd for knife-throwing, probably to see if he would flinch. They didn't say a word to each other then, but he waited around outside the tent after her acts finished, and the first thing she did was slap him.

And then she burst into tears, and hugged him.

Fandom: Gundam Wing Working Title: N/A Notes: A GW daemon au fic I don’t know what I’ll do with...

Self-conscious, Jesse drew his hands into his sleeves a bit further, leaving the folder open on his desk. The owl whoooed. Jesse blinked. “Pardon?”

The owl's face pinched a bit, and the creature seemed to twist, becoming horribly small. The new recruit recoiled as it turned itself into something closely resembling vampire horror-stories. “Whooo are youuu?” Female tone and pitch, rolling tones that marked the owl's own accent, after a fashion. All daemon had them.

“Err... Agent Jesse.”

“Ahh. Sooo youuu are the newww boy.”

Well. Yes. But he wasn't sure why he needed to tell her that. “And you are?”

“None of youuur business.”

“Zulaykha, be polite.” The bird hmphed, even as the blond caught Jesse's attention once more. Gone was the business suit, replaced by a proper Preventer's uniform, ZERO stitched into the name placeholder.

I also have scraps/notes for:  -- Another part in my Dragon Age Every Warden Ever series called Hounds of Gray. -- Scraps for a Fallout 4 Sil introducing X6 to Sanctuary. -- Notes for a With Bundles of Forget-Me-Nots verse fic, direct sequel to In Memory -- Notes for another part of Differences -- Scraps for an Invasion America fic for Nebrija and Arzu fic, two original characters of mine. -- Scraps for an Invasion America fic for poor Briggs -- The Stan sequel fic to Aitai  -- The Hanzo/Yuuma prequel fic of Aitai -- The sequel piece of Quadrature, covering Seiji’s recovery and where Halo is -- Notes for the eight Invasion America prompts I still owe  -- A short cutesy few hundred words fic for Fallout 3 character Joan  -- Notes for the Ronin Warriors prompts I owe -- The sequels to Le Dragon, Step One, Silence is Golden, Confabulation, Here, There Be Dragons, Can’t Take You Anywhere, Lords of War, Pack and Pups (What’s Mine Is Mine)  -- The mission fic sequel to Tango Sigma -- Notes for the Hellfire series, chiefly a vs Kaiju fic -- Notes for Kaiju Blue/Titan Red, Upon the Apple Lotus, Dogtags, First Words, Instinct, Like Good Soldiers, Dirt  -- Notes and scrap for several fics inside the Teeth and Pawprints universe -- A hypothetical fic for Stars Which Never Were, as well as a potential second chapter to Of Empty Streets and Seasalt

Things I May Never Post:  -- An unfinished pre-Vault Fallout 4 A/B/O fic that feels like it needs an overhaul to be less bad porn and more world-building. -- A couple Fallout 4 fics I was writing with a soul-sister who I am currently going through a rough patch with. -- A Kingdom Hearts fic I started with a soul-brother who is no longer talking to me.

AND IN OTHER NEWS, Things Not Fanfiction:

I have twelve novels in progress, in various stages, but still. Twelve. One of them is mostly finished and will be my July Camp NaNo project. The others are in various stages of disarray and or worldbuilding.

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I decided to sell Jymmie since I’ve....Never used him more than 3 or 4 times total and he’s been sitting useless on my roster for a year and a half. 

SOLD

He’s 15$, paypal only

Rules!! Please read before claiming!

First come, first serve.

You have 24 hours to pay for the design after claiming, or I will put it up for sale again.

You may NOT resell the design should you decide you don’t want it. 

Claim by sending an ask or IM (if we are mutuals), Skype if you have me on it.

I will do discounted talksprites for any design i sell. 20$ for 6 expression sprites, 25$ for Mix-n-Match sprites.

For an additional 5$ with purchase I’ll include any old art I have of the design. Comes with floatie and several sketches.

If you want more information about who he used to be, feel free to ask!