#i have more of these tiny bastards now >:3c

[taltalily]

I Promised And I Shall Deliver

(Turn on sound it's really satisfying)

He got a little crumpled after that...

Dw he's fine now 🙂👍 if you ignore the mental trauma

[starleska]

Close enough, welcome back Aardman blorbo 💖 Want that greasy weasel man’s entire biography on my dash my next week (/j, everybody roam free <3)

I have a stye…and Covid…and need to finish writing a whole dissertation on how This Blorbo’s Moral Character Is Good, Actually,…This Time bc a friend read an atrocities-ridden fanfic that unsettled her enough to haunt in her day-to-day life and just so happened to pick my blorbo’s moral character to assassinate in the process. <\3 c’est le vie. I know I’ll be okay though! I get real (read: more) pathetic when I’m ill and handcrafting how the besties perceive a fictional character is near impossible, but it’s all stuff that’ll pass sooner than later <3

I hope you’re doing well 💖 I can’t think of a subtler way to say it as Illness eats at my brain but I wanted to know if you’re okay and check in on you! I’m definitely loving these fictional lil guys (and some girls) you’ve been posting <3 they’re all so fun! I haven’t thought about Monika in so long! And I’ve never considered Victor Quartermaine like that before 👀 and I haven’t even HEARD of I. M. Meen but I’m holding your hand, we (you, me, whoever put him on the sexypedia) can be so brave about it together 💖 OH, AND when I was rapidly scrolling through my dash one day to get to the oldest new posts, and I saw nothing but straight up flashes of YYH for a minute….I knew, I KNEWWWW it was you. I didn’t even have to check. 😂 it was such a pleasant surprise. I need to watch YYH. It has such fun character designs.

bahahaha ahhhhh listen it may just be a passing crush but Victor Quartermaine is exactly the kind of bastard Tory my ancestors would yell at me for having a crush on, i can't be blamed 🙈🙈 oh no!!! sweetie are you feeling better? 🫂 COVID is no joke at all, i hope you are (or were if it's over - surely it is by now!!) hydrated and resting up 💖💖 so so sorry for how long it's taken me to get round to this ask - you know when you're severely burnt out and any message longer than a paragraph makes you want to cry, even when you love the person who sent it and really want to reply? 😭😭😭

ooh forgive me, i might be a bit confused (busy packing for a trip and my brain is egg-fried rice) - your pal read a fanfic with a different interpretation of a beloved character and you're looking to fix it? awww i'm so sorry!! 🫂💖 but hey, think of it this way: isn't it pretty marvellous that every human being is so different that they can see a character and have a totally different interpretation? i suppose it depends on what 'atrocities' covers 🙃💔 either way, i hope you're feeling less distressed now 💖💖 aww Lorelei you are such a treasure - thank you for checking in 🫂💖 i am doing a lot better!!! i've been doing a lot better after taking that break and being more conscious of the stuff i'm doing every day, both online and offline...real life is going super well :3c i'm going on a trip tomorrow which is really exciting!! dfghfd oh my god putting Monika, Victor, and I.M. Meen back-to-back makes me look so insane...but that's what we're about here on Tumblr dot com, no? 😉 YESSSSS oh my god you would love Yu Yu Hakusho, it's so so good!!! definitely dozens of pretty people in there to fall in love with...!!! Hiei and Kurama have had my heart since i was tiny 😳💖 giving you SO MANY HUGS!!! i love you to bits and miss you a bunch - no pressure on replying but i'd love to hear how you're doing :3c take care pal!!!

[9r7g5h]

Starry Eyes

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia 

Rating: G

Genre: Romance

AN: This was written for the CASBkDk event, so each fic is based off a song by the band Cigarettes After Sex!

Words: 287

He hated when those eyes looked at him.

They were too big, too bright, too full of something that made his insides twist and churn and rebel despite his best attempts to keep calm. Too full of expectations he could never live up to, if he listened to that tiny voice that reminded him of his downfalls, his failures, every time he'd put tears in those eyes and had to face that look of disappointment. When he'd thought those eyes were looking down on him, he'd thought them taunting, and couldn't help but fold under their gaze.

But, perhaps, what was worse was the lack of those eyes. Watching them stare at other people, the same looks that had been only his for so long now shared between others no more or less worthy, but still stealing something he hated that he wanted. Because even if those eyes made him squirm, made him want to blow some shit up and make them turn away, so long as they were on him? So long as he remained their focus?

There was little that made him feel more powerful than his quirk; he literally held fire and death in the palms of his hands, stronger than the two-toned bastard who refused to accept and live with the danger. But even the surge that came with using his powers had nothing on the rush that came from those eyes staring at him, watching him like he was beyond human, when it was those stupid ass eyes that held the stars he swam in.

"Keep your eyes on me, Deku."

Because even though he hated how it felt, when they were watching him and him alone, at least he was his.

[END]

If there are any questions/requests, I have a Curious Cat and a Retrospring! :3

curiouscat.live/9r7g5h

retrospring.net/@9r7g5h

And if you would like to support me, I have a Ko-fi! :3c Tips are appreciated! Comms are open, so if you're interested, info is on my Ko-fi page.  

Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/9r7g5h

[silverryu25]

Ok ok here me out. So what if I’m the dragon au sans is invited to a ball. His lazy butt would rather nap with his big dragon skellie . But atlas his father is gently pushing him to find a prince. Dragon red feels jealous and possessive over sans but knows he’s not. A Prince Charming. He knows he’s not handsome, charming or princely. So maybe he finds a spell or potion that turns him normal and tries to impress sans at the ball ? I don’t know. Any ideas a what’s gonna happen next ?

Oh stars noony yassss! I love this!! >:3c

Ok lemme just share a tiny silly thing with you noony cause this idea made me so happy X3

--------

Let’s say Sans is lazing about under tree, napping (like in the pic the amazing @fuzzyzzz drew X3), while Red is off doing something (hunting or just dragon things). They don’t really expect any trouble cause I mean... who would mess with a dragon, right? And by then Red and Sans earned a reputation amongst the knights and princess to better leave them alone >;3

But one person is not ready to give up. Sans’ father, the king, Gaster >.>

He decides enough is enough. His wayward son was supposed to be “trapped” in the tower with that horrible excuse for a dragon (yes I wanna hit him for this too >:|) only for a short time. A worthy prince or knight was supposed to save him and marry him so Gaster doesn’t have to worry about a successor. He did have another son, but that one was just too kind and innocent for king work.

So king Gaster was determined to have Sans succeed after he marries.

And yet it just didn’t happen. That blasted nuisance of a dragon somehow kept chasing off all the princes and knights, and running Gaster’s well set plans (what he didn’t know is that Sans was the one helping Red chase them all of XD). Deciding enough was enough, it was time to change tactics, plan B so to say.

A ball.

If no one was worthy to “save” Sans, then he would be the one to choose the appropriate one at a ball. And Sans will have to be there, he had no choice. After all, Gaster wasn’t a horribly cruel man. He wanted to choose someone that would fit Sans at least a little, though that silly love thing that these kids were spouting about didn’t really matter. He will find Sans a comfortable enough spouse and that will be it.

Now he just had to get that wayward princess home.

So as Sans was lazing around, napping away, unattended, some knights kidnapped him and silenced him before he could call for Red. He was roughly carried home where his father, the king, made certain Sans knew what will happen. When Sans protested and tried to explain that he was in love with the dragon that kept saving him, Gaster had him locked up in a tower, with Sans’ magic locked so he couldn’t run ;^;

I don’t have to explain how pissed Red was when he didn’t find Sans! He tore down everything around the tower Sans was “trapped” in and searched and yelled for Sans for hours. When his stamina finally depleted, he crumpled to the ground absolutely furious but unable to do anything. Somehow, he managed to pull himself together and decided to search away from that place. Thankfully, in his rage he broke the magic that bound him to the tower (though it hurt... a lot >.>).

He quickly found some old friends that helped him find clues on where his princess could be. A ball. A fuckin’ ball??? He was ready to storm that bastard’s castle and take his tiny princess back! But one of his friends stopped him cause raiding the castle would lead to certain death. Red would have to be smart about this. He needed to get Sans without a fight. So... why not go to the ball and win his little princesses hand in marriage? >:3c

Red very reluctantly agreed.

He didn’t know what kind of fire power this damn king Gaster had and he didn’t want to risk Sans getting hurt. So he accepted. But he had to look less... murder dragon for the plan to work. A favor from a witch and he got a potion that turned him “human”, or well less “big murder beast” and more “respectable monster” sized XD

But dear reader, there is one thing the potion couldn’t really change. It might have made Red look like a handsome knight or prince. Made his scary looks soften up and give him that strong but not terrifying appearance (he still had horns and a tail, though smaller, but his wings were gone). But the outside does not change the inside, you know? The dragon was still lurking inside that smaller, still powerful, frame. It’s hard to hide one’s nature after all >:3c

The ball came.

Everyone who was anyone came. The palace was overflowing with noble knits, princes from different countries, noblemen ready to show their best. To get the hand of the princess. And to become the next king besides Sans.

Sans was suffocating. It was horrible. He was stuck in an extremely frilly dress that made it almost impossible to move (part of Gaster’s plan to make it harder for Sans to run) and there was nothing he could do. He could barely pass trough a doorway for freaking sake! His mood was sour and it showed. Everyone he was introduced to him were ignored or scoffed at. Gaster even had to threaten Sans that he better stop it if he doesn’t want to cause an international incident.

So he toned it down but still didn’t pay attention to anyone. What was he use anyway, when his father wouldn’t listen? He had to get away. That was the only way he could avoid this miserable fate. He was sure Red would keep him safe once they were reunited. And he’d never let Sans be kidnapped again. Sans just had to get to Red, cause he knew Red was bound to that tower he was in. So Sans had to do his best and run.

While pondering how he would escape, Sans was walking around the big ballroom, trying to escape the different suitors. His plan was (mostly) working. Anyone who got in his way was ignored with an excuse that he was going to see someone else, or going to get some food at the buffet or whatever, just so he could run.

In his rush to run from an especially clingy noble, he wasn’t paying attention in front of him and he run into someone. With an umph Sans was knocked down on his boney butt, the dress piling up around him, practically burying him under the frills and layers. With a desperate struggle he tried to get out of the pile, but it was hopeless. Suddenly, there was a strong hand grabbing his (very gently) and pulling him up, like he weighed nothing. He quickly found his balance and flattened out his dress, making it possible to stand again.

With a deep breath to steel himself cause he knew he couldn’t get away from this one after they helped him, Sans looked up with a thank you on his teeth, then froze. There was a skeleton monster in front of him but all he could see was teeth. Big and sharp teeth smiling down at him. The monster in front was big, at least double Sans’ height. The size didn’t really scare Sans, he was used to Red’s size and this monster wasn’t nearly as big. But something in the monster’s eyelights and the way his teeth curled made Sans pause. He looked... familiar.

He snapped out of his surprise and thanked the monster. The other didn’t say anything just blushed and nodded. There was something... strange about him. He was wearing a suit that didn’t fit him right, as if it was rushed. It was expensive looking, like the rest of the guests were wearing, but the monster looked extremely uncomfortable in it. Sans could even see him pulling at the collar when he thought Sans wasn’t looking. Weird.

He was intrigued. And since he couldn’t run right now he could see why this monster made his soul pulse in a weird way. So he took the offered hand and followed the monster to the side. They stood there in silence a bit, it was as if the monster wouldn’t or couldn’t talk (he couldn’t, that’s one of the side effects of the potion... where would the fun be if there weren’t any consequences >;3).

Sans noticed the big monster eyeing the buffet, a little drool escaping between those sharp teeth and with a chuckle, he dragged the monster to the food-ladden tables. With a red blush, the big monster looked at Sans like he was waiting for permission. Sans gave him a smile and a nod and all hell broke lose! 

The big monster ate like he hadn’t seen food in ages, stuffing himself and making a scene. Sans could see his father frowning disapprovingly and he couldn’t help but laugh. When Gaster started storming towards them, Sans grabbed the monsters hand and ran! As much as he could in that blasted getup. The big monster was startled at first, not understanding what was going on, but when he noticed the angry king nearing them he quickly lifted Sans into his arms, making the dress crumple, and ran as fast as his long legs could carry him.

They ran through the crowd at full speed, knocking monsters left and right, outrage and curses following their steps. Until they burst onto a balcony. Thankfully it was empty. The big monster quickly shut the door and pulled a big stone vase to block it. Sans wasn’t sure how he even moved it, it was huge! Yet the monster did it with one hand.

With a raised bonebrow, Sans gave the big monster a closer look. With a gentle phalanges, Sans traced the scars on the monsters skull, being very careful not to hurt. He pet over the horns and scratched the base like he would do to Red. He didn’t know what made him do that, but it felt right. When the big monster started purring and nuzzling into Sans’ hand, he was startled. And when he saw a tail with a specific tip wagging behind the monster his eyelights practically turned into stars.

“red?” Sans whispered, almost unheard.

But the big monster heard it and he smiled, giving a sharp nod and a wink. Sans squealed let out a happy sound and hugged Red’s neck, almost strangling the bigger monster. He started showering Red with questions about how he got there, how does he look like that, why he didn’t say anything. Red shook his head and held Sans a bit closer, to make sure he was comfortable. He used his free hand to show that he couldn’t talk.

Sans’ face morphed into a worried frown. He was worried Red would stay like that, that Red sacrificed his voice forever just to save Sans. But Red quickly stopped that. He took Sans’ chin in his hands, and made the little monster focus on him. He shook his head, trying to explain that it wasn’t permanent. Sans, being a smart skelly, understood and asked how to undo it then? Red... blushed. Hard. And looked to the side. Sans was confused at first, but the way Red was acting and memories of old stories made the gears in head turn. Then he blushed right along Red.

“a kiss.” He concluded. Red snapped his head back, blushing even harder. But he gave a small nod, confirming Sans’ words.

Suddenly, the doors to the balcony started rattling. They were found! The guards were trying to bust onto the balcony and, knowing king Gaster, separate them. Quickly, Sans grabbed both sides of Red’s face, squishing his cheeks a bit (Sans would have giggled at this if the situation wasn’t urgent). They stared at each other and both saw the consent in each others eyelights.

With a gentle hand, careful with his claws, Red pulled Sans closer until their teeth met, sockets closing. A surge of magic spark between their teeth, spreading and engulfing Red’s whole body. With a ripping sound, the fancy clothes were torn to shreds as Red’s body grew bigger, into his full dragon form.

Just as the glow was subsiding, the door broke and the guards rushed out. But they were met with a fearsome roar that knocked them all on their asses. Red stood up on his hind legs and spread his wings, still holding Sans in one of his front paws, and glaring down at the knights.

With a curse at their incompetence, the king made his way between the knights, only to stop in front of the dragon and glare at him. With a authoritative voice he demanded that Red release Sans, but Red just glared back not moving at all.

Instead, Sans yelled down to his father that he won’t be coming home again. With a tap to Red’s ribs he looked up and nodded at the big monster. Red looked at him, held him closer to his ribs, making sure Sans is safe, and used his powerful hind legs to jump up, flapping his wings hard to lift into the air.

The king could only watch impotently as his son eloped with a dragon.

----------

Damn this practically turned into a fic... I have no self control noonies >.>

I really hope you like it noony!! This took forever but I love it! It was so fun to write!

[gumnut-logic]

We’ll Be Home For Christmas 4.3

Title: We’ll be home for Christmas

Day Four – Five Billionaires and No Wives – Part 3 Prologue | 1.1 | 1.2 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 2.3 | 3.1 | 3.2 | 3.3 | 3.4 | 3.5 | 4.1 | 4.2 | 4.3

Author: Gumnut

11 Feb - 23 Apr 2020

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: The boys can’t fly home for Christmas, so they have to find another way.

Word count: 2876

Spoilers & warnings: language and so, so much fluff. Science!Gordon. Artist!Virgil, Minor various ships, mostly background.

Timeline: Christmas Season 3, I have also kinda ignored the main storyline of Season 3. The boys needed a break, so I gave them one. Post season 3B, before Season 3C cos we haven’t seen it yet.

Author’s note: For @scattergraph​. This is my 2019 TAG Secret Santa fic :D

I’ve finally got my head back into this fic!

Many thanks to @scribbles97​ and @onereyofstarlight​ for reading through and for all their wonderful support.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

Gordon stared at the two dots circling A Little Lightning.

Raoul Island sported some excellent scanning equipment and with John enabling access to Thunderbird Five, Gordon could see for miles.

He could even see the far off dot that was their ultimate destination tonight. Tracy Island was such a tiny smudge in the middle of the ocean, so much smaller than Raoul. A moment to acknowledge it and he realised he missed it badly.

Well, they would be home tonight if they got moving soon enough.

But the whales...

“Yeah, they are the same two from yesterday.”

Sam stared at him. “How can you tell?”

Gordon pulled up the feed from the Raoul sea buoy network ring. A hologram appeared of the mother and calf with just enough detail for Gordon to point out the healing net injuries on the little one.

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, she was caught nasty.”

“Bastards.”

“Don’t worry, we got them. Hell, IR has identified the money responsible and we have our legal team in motion.” A polite way to say his beautiful girlfriend was wreaking havoc in a calm but final way only she knew how. He had no doubts there would be very little left of the Polominka guy by the time she finished with him.

And what was left would probably be swept up by Parker and deposited in the nearest trash can.

Gotta love a girl who knew how to get a job done.

“Gords, you with us?”

“Huh?” A blink. Sam was grinning at him as if he knew exactly what Gordon was thinking about. He glared at him.

It didn’t faze the man. “Penny for your thoughts?” That was followed by an outright snigger.

“Shut it, Samwise.” So, he flushed scarlet, big deal. Idiot.

“Hey, is it my fault you go all moony-eyed at the mere thought of your girl?” Sam’s smirk was glare-worthy. “So, do I get a chance to meet this legend of blonde and pink?”

The glare turned into a frown. “How do you guys know so much about me and Penny?” It wasn’t like he had posted a billboard to advertise what was a very new relationship.

Sam shrugged. “Mel heard you were injured, raised a ruckus and Lady Penelope fell out of the sky. Apparently, they get on like a house on fire.”

Gordon stared at him. “Penelope and Mel?”

Another shrug. “Don’t look at me. Liam and I were in Perth.” He poked Gordon in the ribs. “You need to find a way to let us know how you’re doing, man. The news nets were screaming about an injured Tracy brother. It took them hours to work out which one and during that time you had died and been reincarnated six times. You gave us a bloody heart attack. I know you have to be secret and all, but you’re my friend, Gords. Don’t do that again.”

A blink. “I’ll try not to.” But there would be no promises. “I’ll speak to John and make sure Raoul gets notified.” But there would have to be restrictions. Their privacy had to be maintained. Scott would be a challenge. “You have to realise that there is just us, and we prefer to play it close. The media sucks.”

“I bet.” Sam turned back to the holographic display. “They appear to be waiting for you.” A breath. “Extremely odd behaviour.”

“What do you think they want?”

Sam shook his head. “My initial suspicion is either you or Virgil. Scott said Virgil was trying to walk into the water. You yourself had very close contact yesterday. My guess would be they want to make contact again? But really, we know so little about cetacean reality, our interpretation is far too anthropomorphised to be considered.”

“Virgil said the mother spoke to him with emotion. That he received an impression from her singing.”

“A human interpretation. This is where linguistics between species breakdown. Points of reference. The cetacean environment is so different to ours, there is very little shared reference to enable translation.”

“But they are mammals like us, surely they feel emotion?”

Sam held out his hands. “I’m sure they do. Hell, I know they do. But how do you communicate emotion through dissimilar body structure? We primarily communicate through our facial expressions and body language. Across species we don’t have that avenue.”

“We have their song.”

“Yes, we do. But human communication is only five percent vocal.” Sam swallowed. “I have theories and suspicions that whales rely much more on sound than we do due to their environment, but research is difficult.”

“That is why you pounced on Virgil.”

A sharp nod. “This is a bloody breakthrough, Gords. It’s a first.” He prodded the display to bring up audio. “Your brother managed something no-one in the world has ever been able to do. We need him.”

Now that wasn’t a first. Virgil was needed on a variety of fronts daily, not the least of which was by his brothers.

“Take it slow, Sam.”

“I know, I know.”

“We should also speak to John. He’s our communications expert. Speaks a gazillion languages. He might be able to help.”

“How many is a gazillion?”

“That you will have to ask him. I’ve lost count and he keeps learning new ones. Useful on the job.” Gordon twiddled with the focus of the sensor array. The two whales continued their slow circle around A Little Lightning. “How do you think they will react when we return to the boat?”

Sam drew in a thoughtful breath. “Hard to tell. Humpback whales don’t tend to be aggressive. In fact, they are one of the gentlest species. The only cases of aggression I’ve encountered involve threat to an individual or a calf. Having said that, this behaviour is very unusual.”

“You want to come out with us?”

Pale green eyes shot at him. “You just try keeping me away. I’ve already got the inflatable ready.”

Gordon had to smirk. He had already figured he’d have company. Hell, Mel would probably want to come with, as well. Even if only to kiss Scott goodbye.

Hmm.

“Well, I guess we will find out.”

-o-o-o-

It was an hour before they made it out onto the water. Packing and the fact Virgil had fallen asleep, held them up.

Scott was missing for most of that hour and John refused to say where he was. Not that Gordon had to work too hard to guess with Mel missing at the same time. The less time spent thinking about his eldest brother getting ‘together’ with his friend, the better.

Alan surfaced talking a mile a minute about the telescope on the other side of the Island. Apparently, it was ‘brilliant’, ‘amazing’ and ‘John should get one’.

John’s response to that was two words, “Thunderbird Five’.

“Oh, yeah.” But Alan was undeterred. “I might get one myself.”

“Alan, you have access to Five.”

“Yeah, but it is so cool!”

John rolled his eyes and went back to packing.

Virgil woke eventually and stumbled off to the coffee pot. The expression on his face warned that any obstacles would be obliterated.

Even Sam read that one correctly.

Scott appeared in his running clothes shortly after. He was flushed and Gordon noted several suspicious marks on his neck.

That thought led in icky directions and he had to derail that train. But at least Scott’s mood appeared to have improved. He disappeared into the shower and emerged ever the efficient director of operations.

John was seen to roll his eyes again.

During this time, Gordon kept an eye on the whales. They were still circling when the Tracy brothers, Mel and Sam finally left the compound and made their way back to Fishing Rock.

“No.” Virgil’s expression was stubbornness itself. The skyrail loomed above him, the harness set and ready.

Scott’s shoulders straightened, lining up for a bullfight with his bull-headed brother. Gordon readied to intervene, but was pre-empted by John.

The astronaut stepped up to Virgil’s side and simply touched his arm. Brown eyes flickered and were caught by turquoise. The engineer’s lips thinned but John’s frown deepened just a little.

Virgil’s shoulders dropped along with his eyes. “Fine.”

John’s frown hit Scott between the eyes and big brother relaxed just a little.

Virgil was harnessed up without further protest.

Scott squeezed his arm gently before they released him onto the line and Virgil turned to stare at him as he disappeared into the foliage. Their luggage followed.

Mel stepped up to Scott, rather closer than necessary, noted Gordon. “Race you to the bottom?”

Scott’s first grin for the day spread across his face.

Gordon couldn’t help but smile with him.

A heartbeat and Mel and his eldest brother took off down the path.

Sam snorted. “They make quite a pair. I hope he knows what he has got himself into.”

John frowned a little, but it was Gordon who answered that one. “Does she know what she has gotten into?”

“I guess we’ll all find out.” With that Sam headed down the hill. Gordon, John and Alan trotted after him.

The reason for the impromptu foot race revealed itself when Gordon finally made it to the beach. Virgil was already out of the harness with no repeat of the dangling helplessly incident. Scott was laughing, obviously the victor, though the expression on Mel’s face had Gordon suspecting a little planning on her part.

But the best part of it all was the arm Scott had around his brother.

Oh, thank god. It sucked big time when the two eldest were at loggerheads. Nothing worked smoothly when Scott and Virgil fought. A glance at John and the small smile on his face only provided more relief.

Their inflatable was where they left it, secured and protected. Gordon examined it from bow to stern satisfying himself of its safety and he and John lugged it over the rocks and used the crane to lower it into the water. Sam and Mel were only a few steps behind with their own, much larger inflatable. Both boats were secured on the swell, Gordon jumping into his first to make it ready and help load their luggage.

Scott joined him a moment later as he and John helped Virgil to board. A grunt and his engineer brother made the stretch and holding himself, curled up in one corner. Alan climbed on board just as Mel joined Sam in their boat.

All secure, Gordon started the engine and turning the boat around, headed out towards the distant A Little Lightning.

-o-o-o-

He felt it as soon as he set foot in the boat. A deep hum in the soles of his feet.

His belly ached from the trip down and sitting in the boat itself wasn’t the most comfortable, but the inflatable was bare insulation from the water and it carried the sound he couldn’t hear.

Around him, his brothers chattered and settled. Virgil closed his eyes and just felt.

Water on rocks, water on boat, water on water, birds, the breeze….and a weaving hum. He frowned. No, two, there were two voices singing through his feet.

He cherished the accomplishment of identifying the soft interwoven-

Gordon started up the outboard engine and the boat shot out into ocean.

“No!” His hand shot out. “Stop!”

It was a sign of trust and instinct that had Gordon killing the engine at that simple word from his brother. Mel and Sam shot past them.

“Virgil?” Scott was frowning at him. “What is it?”

“No engine.”

“What? You don’t expect us to row all the way out there do you?” Alan’s eyes were wide.

Mel and Sam turned their boat back towards the Tracy’s becalmed inflatable. A word from Gordon over comms and their engine died under Sam’s hand. They coasted alongside the Tracys.

Virgil reached over the side and put his hand into the water.

Song sung up his arm and he closed his eyes again, noting the notes by intensity.

“What’s going on?” Alan’s voice was worried.

“Shh!” Gordon’s voice was quiet but sharp.

Virgil was suddenly surrounded by brothers. Gordon sat down beside him and Scott and John opposite. Alan hovered behind them.

“Thunderfish?”

Virgil didn’t hear his brother’s response, but the question wasn’t asked again.

“Virgil?” Scott’s voice was ever so quiet. “What is it?”

Opening his eyes caught concerned blue. “They’re singing.” He frowned. “Calling.”

“Calling? How do you know?” Gordon’s voice was just as soft.

Virgil turned to his fish brother, catching those curious russet-brown eyes. “I…I don’t know.”

“We need to get out to the boat, Virgil.” Scott, ever the goal orientated.

“No engine.”

Gordon shifted beside him and began unfastening oars. “Then I guess we are rowing out.” One oar free, he nudged his older brothers out of the way. Scott ended up beside Virgil and John beside Alan at the bow of the boat. With the second oar free, Gordon secured them and himself and dipped their tips in the water. “It’s been a while. Should be fun.” Swimmer’s shoulders bunched up and he took the first stroke, a second and then eased himself into a steady rhythm.

Beside them, Sam broke out their oars and followed.

It was slow, but steady going after that.

Virgil let his fingers trail in the water. Except for the water, wind and birds, it was peaceful, the song interweaving amongst it all as if luring him.

His eyes closed again.

A random beep and he opened them to find Raoul further away and John with his tablet out, a holoprojection above it. Four dots, two circling, two approaching.

Gordon smiled at Virgil.

And the song changed.

It was so sudden his heart missed a beat. Scott grabbed his arm. “Virgil?”

“Can you hear it?”

Scott just stared at him, but Gordon stopped rowing and tipped his head to one side. Behind him, John had a puzzled look on his face which was quickly replaced by one of concern. “The whales have stopped circling. They are headed this way.”

As his brothers turned as one to look in the direction of the yacht, Virgil realised they were closer to A Little Lightning than he had thought.

“Here they come!”

Virgil leant over the edge of the boat, ever aware of Scott’s grip on his arm, and caught sight of what was no doubt the mother whale as she passed under their inflatable. Virgil’s jaw dropped. She was massive. Sure, he’d seen her from a distance, holographically in scale up against his brothers, but to see her this close.

“Oh my god.”

“Are we safe?” Scott’s sharp words were aimed at Gordon.

“Humpbacks are gentle creatures. Generally, they only become aggressive in self-defence. We’re not attacking them.”

“But what are they doing?”

“They are curious.” The words fell from Virgil’s lips without much in the way of thought. The sense of the song had switched from calling to curiosity. He hummed the dominant audible melody. It was little more than a series of pulsating tones backed by the infrasound in his bones.

His hand was still in the water, still seeking the unheard notes when John drew in a sharp breath. “Gordon, move the boat!”

Their fish brother grabbed the oars, but before he could take a single stroke, something touched Virgil’s hand.

The mother whale surfaced, the tip of her massive chin lifting out of the water directly beside Virgil.

“Woah.” It was a whisper of wonder from Gordon.

Virgil, initially pulling his hand back in surprise, was mesmerised. The very colours he had painted barely two days ago, the shapes, the glisten, the immensity…

The all-consuming sound.

His fingers touched soft skin.

It felt like touching music.

He couldn’t help but respond, deep in his throat as best he could as the song shifted to one that echoed his amazement. The notes were organic, simple, yet complex and missing the sound he could not create.

Curiosity.

Puzzlement.

“Virgil?”

His voice wasn’t deep enough.

Or high enough.

“Virgil?” Someone was touching his cheek, a hand cupping the side of his face. He opened his eyes to find Scott in front of him, that ever-present worry on his face.

“I still can’t answer.” It was frustration and sadness all of his own.

“We’ll get you back on the yacht. We have the technology there.” Scott ever the enabler.

Ever the rescuer.

But suddenly his connection was lost. The song stopped and mother whale slipped beneath the surface. Virgil leant over the edge of the boat and might have followed if it wasn’t for that same grip on his arm.

There was an order from Scott that Virgil wasn’t focussed on, the oars cut the water and the boat resumed moving towards the yacht.

Virgil stared into the turquoise depths, lost without the buoy of the song. He sagged against the inflatable plastic.

“Gordon, faster!” It came from John. “She’s coming up again, but she’s not slowing down! Move!”

“I’m try-“

The whale hit the underside of the inflatable lifting it and all the brothers off the surface of the ocean for just a moment before tipping it over and throwing all five of them into the water.

-o-o-o-

End Day Four, Part Three.

[heretyc]

Short & Sweet Small Outlast Character hc’s [excluding Walrider]

By small, I mean the size of Tinkerbell. I used to do these with my friend but for some reason I can’t find the screenshot of us doing it, so I gotta shoot in the dark. Yeet. Val is in here and she’s her own warning rofl. These are two AU’s put together: the antags aren’t murderous fuckheads [at least towards YOU] and they’re small. Apologies for excluding the Ghost Asshole; I really had no idea as to how I’d write for him. Enjoy!

@nicktremblaywayfu

Nicky boye is in here for you 🥴

Protags

Miles

- If you anger him, he’d misplace your stuff. Your toothbrush is suspiciously gone. Where did your pencils go?

- Don’t bring him out into public cause he’d make you laugh your ass off. 

- If someone is a dick to you he’ll throw mini middle fingers to them. It doesn’t do much. But it’s the effort that counts.

- Pretty motivating! You got work to do? He’ll bring you one of your missing pencils [that he totally didn’t take!] and encourage you.

- Hates scissors and anything to do with them. Ensures you use them carefully.

- “Why are you so frightened, Miles?”

- “If Trager sees me, he’ll chop me in half. Recipe for disaster, my friend.”

- “...Fair.”

Waylon

- He doesn’t like how vulnerable he is, so you can bet your ass he’s frightened of everything that could squish him.

- Protect him.

- He’s a total sweetheart.

- If you’re making cookies he helps by licking the bowl, although he can only get through a quarter of the dough before groaning in pain due to how much he ate.

- He can also make cool little designs on them if you ask.

- He can’t hug you properly so he hugs your fingers. 

- He attempts to make you feel better if you had a bad day.

Blake

- His glasses didn’t minuscule themselves, so he has to deal with Barbie ones. They don’t have real lenses so he suffers.

- He’s fine and feels okay with his situation as long as Val doesn’t find him rofl

- Don’t let Val find him. He trusts you. [But what if you’re Val in disguise? Don’t tell him that.]

- He tries to be independent, but the last straw was when he couldn’t reach the ON button on the coffee maker. God forbid.

- He enjoys walks! Just make sure he doesn’t fall off of your hand or your shoulder.

- He’s too wholesome for his own good, bro.

- He’s like Miles when regarding work, but he’s more intense. Get your work done! The both of you can enjoy sweets afterwards!

Antags

Eddie

- He’s okay with his situation for now.

- He can put thread through the needle a lot easier now, so that’s a plus. [Although he prefers sewing machines!]

- If you have any dolls he’ll make clothes for them.

- He’s a gentleman so he tries to kiss your hand. Tries. He settles with your pinkie instead.

- If he needs help he’ll yell out for you.

- Imagine trying to take a nap, but you hear “DARLING!”, and you assume something happened.

- You run in only to see he’s smiling like an asshole. He mentions that he made you something and he wants your opinion on it.

- Bastard.

- If he gets mad, he’s quite harmless. That fact alone makes him even MORE angry. Just put him in the corner and wait. 

Trager

- HAHAHAAA MOTHERFUCKER 

- Ahem. Sorry.

- He gets bored very quickly.

- He can’t do anything that he likes. Including biology work. It’s bullshit. So he complains and drinks one of those mini bottles of alcohol.

- The only thing he can do is help you if you get a cut or break something minor. Like a finger.

- He gets pissed off if he can’t do what he wants due to his size.

- He wants to write “fingers first, then balls, then tongue” on your walls but he can’t ;( 

- Take some Sharpie and assist him, won’t you?

- He will, without a doubt, insult people in public if they anger him. His size doesn’t matter.

- “FOR FUCKS SAKE LINDA. MOOOOOOVE. GET OUT OF OUR WAYYYY.”

- “Calm down, Ri-” 

- “NO.”

- Then Linda looks back at you in shock and doesn’t believe the fact that a little asshole was screaming at her. 

- TO THE CORNER WITH YOU, TRAGER

Chris

- He’s not that scary anymore!

- He is to small animals, though. Mice begone.

- He’s a big boye so it feels like you’re holding a small bean bag :3c

- His nails might give you a small scratch. Have fun trying to cut them rofl

- Beheads your dolls. Barbie is now headless and Ken is planning her funeral ;(

- He still breathes quite loudly, so if you’re in a quiet place you can hear him.

- He’s a nightmare if something goes wrong outside. He wants to resolve the issue by death

- He can’t wrap his hands around anyone’s neck, so...have fun Chris 

- Do not tell him about the Walrider rofl

- You wanna see two minuscule assholes battling it out? Then please do mention Walrider

Val [EXCITEDLY RUBS HANDS TOGETHER]

- Affectionate. Too affectionate. It’s suspicious, ig

- Hugs your fingers whenever she wants to, cause honestly, would you deny tiny cultist hugs? No? Didn’t think so.

- Tries to hug your face. And lick it. She has a lot of skin to lick with her tongue being the size of a gummy bear’s ear. Have fun, honey 🤪

- [too sexual to list but she takes advantage of your fingers. enjoy your imagination you PERVS]

- Going outside isn’t an issue. She chills on your hand and doesn’t say anything.

- Bad day? That’s illegal. She’ll take care of you as much as she can.

- If she has her heretics, you’ve got an army of fairy-sized individuals wanting to vibe with you.

- Your hands won’t be able to fit em all. :(

Marta

- For someone being fairy-sized, she’s still quite tall.

- Her axe is now toy-sized, so make sure you don’t step on it by accident!

- Still would chase after things. 

- If Val is around, she will be relentless. Do not tell her anything ╰（‵□′）╯

- Stepping on her axe would be like stepping on a Lego. OW

- She likes incense sticks, so give them to her if you can :D

- Her size won’t stop her from liking incense!

- Break off a bit and she can put it in her weapon for floral-scented violence!

- YUM!

- She’ll read with you and turn the pages for you. She’s so nice  if you exclude her rampages rofl

Laird & Nick

- Laird’s arrows don’t do shit so he can’t hurt anybody

- LAME

- And you don’t let them go near fire. DO NOT LET LAIRD WITHIN REACH OF MATCHES

- OH GOD OH FUCK

- Syphilis is a pain in the ass so you have to wear gloves handling them, in case their sores pop.

- Laird is an ankle biter [finger biter?] while Nick won’t give you much trouble.

- NICK HUNTING CRICKETS WITH A TOOTHPICK. PICTURE THAT!!

- You help him make salted crickets once he’s done :D

- Give Laird a bible and some bandages and you’re fine

- I know it’s too late but attempt to give Nick penicillin. God knows Nick deserves it  

- Knowing Laird he’d make a cross out of popsicle sticks and hang something on it

- DIY Crucifixion

[theshatteredrose]

Relic Keepers: Awakening of the Red Lily (Chapter 10) - Original Fiction

AN: Another fluff chapter where Eishirou and Zayne continue their date :3c Hope you enjoy~

Ao3 | Wattpad | Inkitt | FictionPress

~*~*~*~*~*~

Chapter 10:

The museum was a tall, multi-storied white building that had its own sprawling complex. Not only was it a building to showcase relics and remnants of past civilisations, but it was a place where research and historical investigation is conducted. It was situated close to the academy and had its own pathway connecting the two.

Eishirou had walked this path numerous times before, but it was rare for him to bring someone else along with him.

“Here it is,” Eishirou announced as he led Zayne toward the entrance. “This is where we do most of our research. We store relics here, too.”

“On display?” Zayne questioned as they entered through the glass automatic doors.

“Some of them. Others, the research community prefers to keep hidden.”

“Sounds juicy.”

Eishirou laughed as he sent a short wave in the direction of the reception, where the two full-time employees worked, dealing mostly with the public. Of course, he knew them both rather well.

“Some of them do have mana that is unstable,” he said in response to Zayne’s comment. “The last thing we need is for a relic to suddenly blow up.”

“Hm, sounds like it has happened before,” Zayne pointed out.

Eishirou didn’t know whether to laugh or wince at certain memories. “A couple of times. I wasn’t there to witness it, but I did see the aftermath. Soot, singed hair, burnt nostril hairs, eyebrows inauspiciously missing.”

Zayne outright snorted in amusement. “Pfft!”

Eishirou just motioned with his hand to follow him further into the building. The first thing anyone saw when they entered the museum was the enormous T-rex skeleton positioned in the main foyer. So, naturally, it was the very first thing that Zayne saw.

Zayne looked positively surprised by the large fossil. “That-?”

“That's the remains of what we're calling a dinosaur,” Eishirou explained as they approached the metal plague located directly under the towering skull of the skeleton.

Zayne was too interested in looking at the fossil, ignoring the information plague. “That's a big bastard,” he commented.

“Right? This guy is a tyrannosaurus but there’s hundreds of other variations of dinosaurs. About sixy-eight-million years ago, they roamed the entirety of the planet. Died out because of a huge asteroid hitting the earth. That’s the main consensus at least.”

Zayne whistled, clearly impressed as he strolled around the exhibit. “They weren’t ShadowDwellers?”

Eishirou shook his head. “Surprisingly, no. Just giant reptiles.”

“Imagine riding that into battle?” Zayne unexpectedly joked.

And Eishirou laughed at the thought. “I know, right?”

Zayne seemed genuinely impressed and intrigued by the giant fossil. There were plenty of other exhibits that might tickle his fancy, but there was one that Eishirou wanted him to see.

“Come on,” he urged as he grabbed Zayne by the wrist and pulled him along with him. “There’s something I want to show you.”

Zayne allowed him to pull him along without protest. While Eishirou wasn’t entirely sure what prompted him to take the Elite by the wrist, he was glad he did. Zayne was genuinely curious about pretty much everything they encountered in the museum.

It was...kinda cute how he would ask him questions instead of reading the plagues that came along with the exhibits.

Eishirou didn’t mind answering his queries.

After a few minutes of walking, Eishirou finally pulled Zayne into the small side room that held the exhibit he really wanted the Elite to see. Covering an entire wall and behind thick glass was a map. An ancient artefact from a time before the Bombardment.

The corners were cracked and fade, curling in from age. The colour of the map had faded somewhat, also. But it was still quite easy to tell which of the landmasses back then were made of lush rainforests or harsh deserts. The material to which it was printed on was so fragile that it was forbidden for anyone to touch it. Great care was needed to preserve it.

Zayne stared openly at it. “This map?”

“It's what the world looked like before the Bombardment,” Eishirou explained.

“Holy shit,” Zayne exclaimed in genuine amazement. “I knew the Bombardment changed the world, but to think the continents went through such a globe shift.”

Eishirou took a moment to glance over the map, too. He had studied it countless times before, but Zayne was right. “It's mind boggling, honestly. We don’t truly understand what happened during that time.”

He pointed at a large, uniquely shaped landmass located at the bottom of the map. “That island there? That was called Australia. That is what the Main Land used to look like.”

It was still hard to believe that only a thousand years ago it was a mostly dry continent. The once dry, arid large landmass was now covered in near impenetrable greenery and bushland. Though, no one had been able to map the vast majority of the continent due to unfavourable weather and seas. Not to mention said forest and bushland. So, who knows what the environments were really like?

There were sure to be remnants of ancient cities and towns, though.

"If our ancestors hadn't discovered Mana and learn how to harness it, it's safe to say we wouldn't be here today."

“No kidding,” Zayne murmured.

It was nice being able to talk openly about these things to someone who appeared generally interested. Especially if that person was an Elite. Many of them wouldn’t give a Passive the time of day to indulge in such useless tasks.

A negative thought suddenly occurred to him, draining some of his joy. Should he allow himself to get too attached to Zayne? Elites and Passives…they don’t usually become friends.

Though, they don’t usually become roommates, either.

He can’t help but wonder why Katsuto decided to place Zayne in his dorm? Was there no other place for him to go?

“Eishirou?”

The sound of Jacob’s voice pulled Eishirou from his thoughts, and he was thankful for the interruption. “Hey, Prof.”

“And what are you doing here?” Jacob asked in a slightly accusatory tone as he walked over to them.

Eishirou rolled his eyes at Jacob’s slight chiding and motioned toward the Elite next to him. “Just showing Zayne around the museum.”

Jacob raised a questioning eyebrow as he looked over to Zayne. “Oh? Enjoying yourself?”

Zayne nodded his head. “Yeah. I never knew about any of this.”

“Ah,” Jacob uttered in understanding as he turned toward the feature, too. “The Map of the World. One of our most prized exhibits. So much has changed, hm?”

It definitely was one of the most popular. By first sight it wasn’t all that extraordinary, but studying it closely made one realise just how much the world changed. And how it could change again one day in the future.

Jacob soon turned back to Eishirou and his expression was surprisingly both apologetic and sheepish. “I know I’m the one who gave you the day off,” he started as he scratched the back of his head. “But I have one tinsy tiny little favour to ask. Dare to guess what it is?”

Eishirou purposely held his chin in a musing manner. Though, it didn’t take him long to work out what that little favour could be. “Oh, the wooden chest?”

Jacob smiled widely. “Bingo! We can’t get near the sucker, let alone open it. Not to mention opening it would only cause the relic inside to activate.”

And if that happened, it could send the entire museum into screaming hysterics. Eishirou had proven immune to the sound, so it made perfect sense that Jacob would ask him to find a way to deactivate it.

“Right. I’ll take a look at it. At least stick it in a see-through container to allow for visible research.” Eishirou turned back to Zayne and snared him by the wrist once more. “You come, too, Zayne.”

Jacob didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to welcome it. Maybe it was his way to show his thanks to Zayne for what he did yesterday. Or maybe he was just excited to have someone else he could prattle on and on to.

After turning down a few hallways and through staff only doors and gateways, they finally reached the large control room that overlooked an open style laboratory.

“This is where we do the vast majority of our research,” Jacob explained proudly as they walked out into the observation desk.

Wordlessly, Zayne glanced around. He had a surprised expression on his face. Yet, he also seemed rather excited. His gaze soon paused in the direction of where relics contained in glass cylinders were seen. “Are those relics, too?”

Once again, Jacob was the one to answer. “Yup! We’re still studying those. Some relics aren’t so forthcoming with their mysteries and secrets.”

“So, where’s the chest?” Eishirou asked.

Jacob pointed toward a small side room. It was a contained examination area. Sound proof and blast proof. Supposedly.

“And that’s where the bastard that started it all is hiding.”

Zayne leaned forward and rested his elbows on the railing of the observation deck. “Is the one who opened it still alive?”

Jacob gave a sharp nod of his head. “Yes. Only because it’s illegal otherwise.”

Zayne dropped his head forward as he snorted in amusement once more. “Pfft.”

Jacob was joking.

…Right?

��It’s the strongest booth we have, though, I’m not entirely sure if it can contain all the sound,” Jacob said with a frown. “Just…stop that thing from causing everyone to bleed from their ears, even if you have to damage it somehow.”

Eishirou hoped he wouldn’t have to. He didn’t like damaging ancient relics. But he also didn’t like how the negative pitch frequency would send Indigo Children into screaming fits of pain and suffering.

“Right, right,” Eishirou muttered as he dropped his carry bag onto a vacant chair before he descended a short flight of stairs to read the floor below. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He quickly entered the windowless room and found the old wooden chest situated on a simple but sturdy table in the middle of the room. He closed the door tightly behind him before he approached the mysterious object.

The chest itself didn’t appear all that intriguing; simple wood structure, steel rivets holding it together, fragile and rust laden latch. Ordinary. Unassuming.

Perfect to lure someone over to it.

The ropes that Eishirou had used to desperately contain the sound out in the field had been cut away carefully. So, nothing else for him to do put open it and hopefully find a way to stop the relic inside from activating. Or at least find a way to shut it up.

He winced at the high-pitched static shrill that radiated from the chest the second he opened it. It was the same sound he heard yesterday. Oh yes, as if he could forget. It hurt his ears, but it didn’t drive daggers of pain into his brain. So, he was still immune to its most devastating of effects. Good.

Looking inside the chest, he found a relic in the form of an orb. A simple round object, seemingly made from old iron that had darken over time.

The static sound continued to shrill loudly as he reached in and picked up the orb. He tried his best to ignore the sound it was emitting, but it was honestly difficult. No one liked having such a high-pitched shrill practically blasting into their face.

For such a simple object, something he could fit in his hands, it was incredibly loud. As he studied the object further, he soon realised that it appeared to be made from two halves, and there was a gap between. And that was where the sound was emanating from.

Being careful, he placed his hands on either side of the relic and attempted to press the two halves. When they didn’t move, he tried a twisting motion. And that got movement. He continued to twist the two halves together until, finally, they touched. And he felt the object click into place.

As the shrill came to an abrupt stop, another sound slammed into his head. A sound that was similar to that of a voice. Neither masculine or feminine. Just…a voice.

“The right hands to hinder the wrong ears.”

Eishirou winced and clutched the side of his head with one hand while the other remained holding the relic. What was that? Ah, a recording from the relic, probably.

Ironically, it was that voice that left his head ringing as he placed the relic back into the chest and closed it as a precaution.

“Eishirou?” Jacob asked as Eishirou stepped from the booth.

Eishirou was momentarily surprised to find both Jacob and Zayne just outside the door to the booth. And they were both looking at him with varying degrees of concern. “I’m fine. I found how to stop it from activating. Just…there was a recording attached to the relic.”

“What did you see?”

“More like heard,” Eishirou replied as he rubbed his head. “Something about the right hands hindering the wrong ears. Whatever that means.”

A wrinkle appeared in Jacob’s brow and he held his chin in thought. “Really now?”

Zayne took a step closer to him and looked at him with obvious concern in his eyes. “Does that happen a lot?” he asked, no doubt remembering when Eishirou had received a recording just yesterday.

Eishirou gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “It seems like it does, but honestly, it’s a rare thing.”

Zayne didn’t quite believe that, but he accepted it for now. A frown suddenly tugged at his lips as he turned to regard Jacob. “What exactly is a relic, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Jacob dropped his hand from his chin and idly pointed toward the holsters attached to Zayne’s sides. “Similar to what you use. It’s an object that is able to contain and channel mana. The only difference is that relics usually have a singular purpose. Intent placed upon it by an outside force.”

The subject of relics was quite extensive, so that was just the layman’s terms.

“They also date back centuries,” Eishirou added.

Jacob nodded his head. He abruptly took on a mentoring position as he continued. “Now mana is just a form of energy, which comes from the environment around us. Where that said mana came from, however, is still up for debate. How our ancestors discovered it and how they were able to harness it is also a mystery. Not to mention who patent the creation of Mana holsters in the first place. Also…”

Eishirou leaned toward Zayne, prompting the other to tilt his head toward him in return. “He does this a lot. He’ll realise that he’s prattling soon.”

The corner of Zayne’s mouth twitched into a half smirk and he nodded. The two then leaned away from each other and returned their attention to Jacob. And, yes, he was still talking.

“You know, Passives and Elites aren’t all that dissimilar. You’re both able to channel mana, just for different reasons. Elites have an outward protective intent and usually use holsters to condense, thus strengthen their use of mana. They are the hunter, essentially. Passives are what we call nurturers. They are able to pull mana from outside source, i.e; literally from the air around them, if mana is present, of course. Now, I recall an old adage along the lines of; different sides to the same coin. Or something similar.”

Eishirou resisted the urge to sigh aloud. There were a lot of people who would dispute that.

He glanced over at Zayne to see how he reacted to the claim. He surprised himself with how relieved he felt to note that Zayne had a contemplative expression on his face.

Just as Eishirou had predicted, Jacob soon realised what he was doing and uttered a sheepish laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Listen to me prattle.”

“A professor through and through,” Eishirou teased.

Jacob coughed into his hand before he grinned and placed his hands on his hips. “Ok, that’s enough lecturing for today. Go back to having your day off.” He suddenly turned toward Zayne to give him a questioning tilt of his head. “Zayne, if I’m not mistaken, you’re new to the academy, yes?”

Zayne nodded. “That’s right.”

“Then why not have Eishirou show you around the campus?”

Eishirou tilted his head to the side. Not a bad suggestion. “I don’t mind.”

Zayne turned his head toward him to give him a small, yet sincere smile. “Sure, sounds good.”

Eishirou wasn’t sure if the light-headedness and fluttering sensation in his chest was due from the sudden recording he had endured. Or if Zayne himself was somehow to blame…

[butchedyke]

2, 9, 13, 20, 27, 37, 44, 50 for the lesbian asks >:3c

my love thank u!!!!

2. Do you have a “type”? If so, describe it

honestly not really? awab (all women are beautiful)

9. Any haircut goals for the future?

god not to be boring in this here ask meme but again, not really? i occasionally fantasise about having miniseries eddie’s hair but i don’t think that’s a possibility for anyone except 1990 dennis christopher

13. If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!

my gf? idk her :/

no i’m kidding she is the absolute love of my life and i honestly consider myself so lucky to have her. we’re coming up on six years and i !!!! that’s so long and i can’t wait for it to be many more years!!!!!!!! she’s funny and supportive and lovely but also a complete bastard in the best way possible and we’ve run out of normal discussion topics bc we’ve known each other so well for so long but nothing makes me happier than ari informing me that she wants edward [cullen] to go on a mission. he can go to scotland. edward’s scottish mission. i also love that we’re a high school sweetheart success story and i cannot wait for our 10 year high school reunion where we’re happily married and flex on all the heteros

20. Favorite lesbian song?

i’ve been losing my mind to girls by girl in red for a while now but also save ferris’ cover of come on eileen.......

27. Turn ons?

domesticity gets my dick rock hard and thinking about marriage is an instant nut

37. Favorite comfort food?

am i allowed to say toast bc that shit slaps

44. Who was your first lesbian crush?

ok this question has like... three levels to it gsdfhk my Lesbian Awakening(tm) was mimi from rent because out tonight made my tiny 12 year old brain implode. my first like... retrospective crush where after i realised i liked girls i looked back and went ohhhhh that makes sense was my year 6 best friend, and my first fully cognisant, knowing fully well that i like girls and what i am experiencing is a crush was my current gf aka the binch who sent this ask!

50. Least favorite gay celebrity?

does milo yiannopolis or however tf it’s spelt count or is he cheating bc he’s despicable? if he doesn’t count then james charles or jeffree star they are both my enemies

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Sixty-Eight: Rumormongers ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto ] [ SasuHina, vulgarity, nsfwish ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

“She hasn’t even tried to deny it, has she?”

“She knows there’s no point - you really think she wouldn’t stoop that low? Money can’t buy her good grades, so she’s trading something else…”

Just keep walking. Pretend you don’t hear. Reacting will only give them what they want…

“I mean, look at her. It’s more than obvious she puts those assets to use whenever she bombs a test…”

It’s gross, it’s horrible, and it’s not true…!

Just keep walking.

“How many teachers do you think she sleeps with?”

Just...keep walking...keep…

A hand shoves at her shoulder, and Hinata cries out as she stumbles sideways into a row of lockers. Leering at her, a group of boys - clearly upperclassmen - form a half-moon around her and cut off any routes of escape.

“Well well...look who we’ve got here,” one taunts with a grin that turns her stomach. “Everyone’s favorite walking pair of tits!”

Arms clutch her books to her chest all the tighter, head bowed to hide behind her bangs.

“So, what would it cost me, huh?” He leans forward, trying to force her gaze as she turns around. “Not that you need the money, huh? Daddy’s got plenty of it. Does he not pay you proper attention, sweetheart? That why you -?”

His words cut off into a strangled cry, crashing sideways into one of his cohorts. In his place, foot still lifted from his shoving kick, is a familiar face from her own year.

Sasuke.

Glowering with force that could burn a hole right through you, he growls, “Fuck off, asshole.”

They all scramble to recover, diverting their attention to the newcomer. “T’fuck, man?!”

“Leave her alone. You’ve got a girlfriend, remember? If you want to spit that kind of crap, she’s the one who should field it. ‘Course, with a mouth like that, I’m surprised she brings herself to kiss you.”

Red flushes up from the bully’s neck like a thermometer tossed into a volcano. “Oh I’m gonna beat the shit out of you, you -!”

“OI!”

Behind them, another voice calls. Naruto knocks a fist into a palm with a meaty thwack. All around him, several other boys of their year watch warily. “...you were saying…?”

Tension blooms in the hallway before the ringleader scoffs. “Tch...not worth my time,” he rebukes, walking past Naruto...but not without sticking his face into the blond’s.

Glaring, he watches the group go before turning back to his friend. “Wanna tell me what you’re up to, bastard? A little context before I offer to beat someone’s ass would be nice.”

“I don’t remember asking you to intervene,” the Uchiha retorts.

“Like I was gonna let you handle that on your own! C’mon, now!”

“They were messing with her,” Sasuke then explains, jerking his head to Hinata, who flinches.

“Oh, er…” A sheepish hand itches at the back of Naruto’s scalp. “...got it.”

Dark eyes narrow. “...don’t tell me you believe all the bullshit those rumormongers vomit up. If you do, you’re as dumb as you look.”

Embarrassed color floods Naruto’s cheeks as he jerks back. “Wha-! I - I didn’t say that!”

“Didn’t have to,” Sasuke mutters, turning around and gruffly taking Hinata around the shoulders. He doesn’t give her much choice but to walk with him, out the nearest door and away from the hallways.

All the while, she tosses multiple nervous glances at him, still clutching her flimsy shield of textbooks. She’s hardly ever spoken to him! “Um...w-where are we -?”

Releasing her, Sasuke takes another step before turning around to look at her almost suspiciously. “...why don’t you say anything?”

“I...w-what?”

“About the lies. The rumors. You never set anyone straight! You just...keep walking!”

Pale eyes blink. Why does he care?

A hand brushes back in frustration through his hair. “...you don’t deserve that.”

“...um...n-not that I don’t, uh, appreciate it Sasuke, but...w-why are you...telling me this?”

“Cuz it bothers me!”

“But...why?” Her head tilts, expression confused. “We’re...practically strangers. I don’t...understand why you’d care about my - a-about my reputation.”

“Cuz I’ve had to put up with the rumor mill. For a different reason, but...still. I hate seeing it fuck up people’s lives! You pretend you don’t hear them, but you do. You shouldn’t put up with it!”

“W-what am I supposed to do?!” Silence rings as she cuts in. Tears bead along her lids. “...w-what does it matter? People will think what they w-want to think! They see a quiet girl with a body like mine, and they just...a-assume! I could tell them the truth until I’m b-blue in the face. It won’t change their minds. They’re already made up. If I just...i-if I just ignore them, they’ll get bored. Someone else will come along and...take their attention. Until then, I just keep my head down. I’m...I’m too tired to fight them, Sasuke. I just…” Her gaze moves aside, looking ashamed. “...I just want high school to be over. Then I can - I-I can just...leave it all behind me.”

“You shouldn’t have to just ‘keep your head down’!” He steps up, pointing at her as he looks down at her determinedly. “...when I was made an orphan, I got hit with every insult and taunt in the book, and then some. At first, yeah...I let it slide. Then I fought back. I proved them wrong! I wasn’t some weak little kid. I clawed my way out of that rut until it stopped.”

“I’m not like you!” Hinata insists, a foot stamping softly. “I...I can’t fight!”

“You don’t have to fight someone. Not like that.”

“Then what? I told you, talking doesn’t work!”

“Then act another way.”

“...meaning?”

“They attack you for your body, and your supposed habits. There’s not much you can do about the former - you already dress like you’re a nun,” he mutters, ignoring her pout. “What you need is someone to prove you’re not throwing yourself at teachers.”

“...what, like...like a boyfriend? I can’t just g-get one of those!” The only guy she’s ever liked is dating her (now ex) best friend! Who, if she had to guess, is likely where Naruto’s impression of her comes from.

“No...but you can pretend to have one.”

That takes her aback. “...I don’t…”

“I can knock heads whenever you need me to. And I’m pretty sure everyone would figure I wouldn’t date someone who was fast and loose.”

Red quickly flushes through Hinata’s cheeks. “Wait, y-you -?!”

“And,” he cuts in, a grin growing over his face, “that’ll keep all the hopeless hopefuls off my back. Two birds, one stone. What do you think?”

“What do I think? I think it’s crazy!”

“Come on, Hinata.” Slinging an arm around her shoulders, Sasuke pulls her close, brow to her brow. “Consider it both defense...and revenge. All those petty girls who praise me and curse you in the same breath won’t have anything left to say. It’d be glorious.”

Eyes wide, mouth agape, and face on fire, Hinata stares up at him. This is not how she pictured ending her Friday: with a fake boyfriend apparently bent on revenge on her behalf…? Of course, it sounds like he’s got something to gain from it, too.

...and maybe just a teeny tiny part of her wouldn’t mind seeing the looks on their faces…

“...okay. Let’s...let’s do it.”

Sasuke smirks. “Perfect. You can come over tomorrow, and we’ll figure this all out. Gonna take some dedication. Almost like the real thing, huh?” Taking a step back, he shoves hands in his pockets as he moseys toward the street. “See you then, babe.”

Watching him go, Hinata still clings to her books.

...what did I just get myself into…?

     Oof, late @~@ I had a bit of a manic day of working on a commission for like...seven hours straight, ahaha. So this might be a LITTLE rushed, but...I tried.      I attempted to write something like this YEARS ago but never finished it. So it was kinda nice to visit the concept again. Well...sorta. It's not exactly nice to put Hinata through this, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.      And we all know how these 'fake dating' scenarios end, right? ;3c      Anywho, I'm...super drained, so time to head off! Thanks for reading~

[thedarkestdragonknight]

? ? ? ? (One each for Jacques, Alrek, Faust, and Xheta and four for you. >:3c)

LONG ANSWER IS GONNA BE LONG! So after the first pair the rest shall be kept under a read more :P

Despite his rather grumpy, constant bitch face scowl look Jacques has one thing that he loves to do more than anything. And that is cook. He may not be the best cook of those he lives with but he’s pretty damn close. The main things that Jacques loves to cook would be Far Eastern dishes like Buuz, Buns, etc. as well as Roast Dinners like Roast Dodo, etc. He loves cooking for his friends, company and anyone who he is close with because it gives him a chance to just enjoy being normal for a change.

Much like Jacques, I love to cook myself! And what’s an interesting fact about me and my cooking. Well before I moved here to live with my wonderful wife @talechaser-ffxiv (Who sent this ask in lol) I actually did a lot of outdoor cooking in a home built Fire Pit. We would cook a variety of food on it as well ranging from Chicken, Steaks and Pork Chops to things like whole roasted ears of corn. I miss those days a lot really… I want to do more cooking but it’ll have to wait until we get a new place. Then I can spoil my wife with all the good  home cooked meals.

Amusingly enough, Xheta when I originally made him I kind of accidentally had him look very similar to @talechaser-ffxiv‘s P’shali. I just wanted to play around with designs and my brain sort of went to that and it happened. He’s obviously changed a lot since then. Xheta is extremely powerful when it comes to using magic, the biggest problem he has however is that he is extremely unstable with it due to him being a clutz naturally. This is what not only has earned him quite the reputation as a failure in the various cities across Eorzea but has lead to people simply hating him upon sight because just about everyone knows about this Miqo’te halfbreed (He’s a Keeper/Seeker Cross) that has nearly blown up the Alchemy lab in Ul’dah, has almost burnt down the kitchen in Limsa Lominsa and has ruined a massive amount of tanning hides in Gridania just in his attempts to make a living. 

Okay so this fact won’t really tie into Xheta but taking the screenshot for his section of this made me think on it and well I have to share at least THIS particular story. When I was working Retail back in Kansas at Wal-mart there was some person going around and calling in fake bomb threats to the various stories in several cities around us. While on my shift, this person decided to do this to our store… FROM THE PAYPHONE INSIDE SAID STORE. Myself and a co-worker had barely heard the overcome announcement and when we both took a look at our badges (which had the code colors for emergencies and such) we both just went Oh… I rushed to get my customer out as quickly as possible (so they wouldn’t have to come back after they were sent out) and basically helped with getting the customers and everyone out into the parking lot while we waited to see what was going on. I spent the better part of I think 4 or 5 hours outside while Police searched the store, middle of summer. The most hilarious part was when the Police came out and told us to MOVE FURTHER AWAY FROM THE BUILDING… needless to say my group of friends and co-workers just went “oh shit did they ACTUALLY find something?”

The tiny and angry halfbreed looks like he’s plotting something. Anyway, Faust was just a random idea I had one day with the desire to make a character who was a bastard child of one of the Noble Houses in Ishgard. He just so happens to be the bastard child from House Durendaire. As you have likely seen his mother was of the Qestir tribe and for the most part she was essentially sold off to the highest bidder in Kugane and thus Faust was born shortly after that. Faust is a ball of rage because his father absolutely detests him, wants him dead and gone to ‘wipe clean’ the mistake that was made. Unlike Xheta who is meek and basically a timid scared child, Faust WILL let you know that he is not happy about something and he will stand up for himself. That’s what he had to learn just to survive in Ishgard and the Brume whenever he was sent there to ‘get out of the way’. Faust has a great fondness however of Haurchefant since he was often taken to House Fortemps to study, train and learn. It is why he adopted the name Greystone.

If there is a common trait that I might share with Faust it’s just well in several ways we are similar. I do not take bullshit from anyone, I tend to be a do not touch me kind of person and for the most part all around I can easily come across as someone that you just don’t want to mess with. I pretty much often describe myself as a bitch even if my friends will say otherwise. I’m certainly getting better about a lot of things and doing much better but I still have what my wife loves to call a wall of thorns that many people need to slowly go through in order to get close to me. I’ve been hurt many times by people who have claimed to be friends and it does show, again it’s something I’m certainly getting better at and have gotten much better since I’ve come to live with my wife.

And the final child, Alrek is a lot like Faust in that he was certainly an experimental character. But with so much information pouring out from the Post-Stormblood story I think I’m finally getting the right ideas for him now. Alrek is a ‘son’ of Zenos but not in your traditional way, he was an experiment that was developed through the Cloning Technology that we find out about through Solus. He was potentially going to be used as another weapon of war, much like Zenos was to an extent but not to the extent that was obviously done with Jacques. Because Alrek is a Half-Garlean (He has Au Ra blood in him) he actually has scales that run down his back to his hips and thighs, he also has a tail which is goes down to the back of his knee for length. No one really knows about this besides his Guardian (Arjeant Greystone) and those who created him obviously. 

Right so… I’m honestly out of ideas for facts about myself by this point. The only things I can really think of are that well for the most part things that people likely already know about me. Overall I’m a huge game nerd who loves things like FF, etc. I was a huge fighting game person back in the day, I have owned every pokemon game that has been released (for the most part save for more recent years), and I tend to be a person who gives no fucks about things and can roll with it, especially in RP. If you break lore, world break, etc. it doesn’t matter to me so long as everyone is having a good time right?

SEND “?” FOR A FACT FOR BOTH THE MUN AND MUSE!

[the-mountainsflame]

"Rose...?.... I'll kill th' bastards tha' did this t'ye....." (from Vira :3c)

My Muse has become possessed/corrupted. What would your Muse say to them to get them to snap out of it?

((and yet again this turned into a…thing, so, under a cut again!))

There was more yelling, through the walls.

It was too loud just like everything else was and her hands went to her ears again as the furred things flattened against her skull, even though the motion left the joints in her arms and in her hands protesting, as if filled with broken glass. She had, for a while, been so drugged that it hadn’t been a bother, at least while the healers attempted to assess her condition, but that also just meant she hadn’t been able to protest as they poked and prodded and put their hands all over her and all it had taken was one missed dose—

Even with her thoughts floating and polluted by those not entirely her own, she remembered throwing the medicine away from her and biting the arm of the person that had been trying to stick her with it. They had been quick to stuff her in a room, after, and the drugs had stopped, but so had the people, outside of the few soldiers that had clearly been assigned to ensure that she had at least the most basic things. (They eventually thought to throw clothing in after her, once; what was probably one of their uniform tops, at least, the Resistance’s beige almost blending in with the floor. With the sorry state her body and especially her flexibility was in, it had taken what felt like entire bells (and more than one instance of nearly passing out) to get it on, but…it felt…alright, once she did. Her entire body was wrong but she was still just enough human to want at least her chest covered.)

(The long, thick-furred tail and her size and the way she could barely stand before her back and hips hurt too much to deal with made the other half trickier, needless to say. She hadn’t bothered with it, no matter how uncomfortable it made all of them, including herself.)

The shouting had almost died down for a moment, but when it started up again it was with such ferocity that she whined and just pressed her hands harder into her ears, though she backed off with a wince when it finally provoked her own skull into pounding terribly at her efforts. She both knew the voices and didn’t; the smaller ones held her in this room, but the tall one, on the other hand, was mad about it. Very, very mad about it. It left her picking fights with them a lot and even when they did give in and let her come see her, even when she wasn’t visibly angry, that awful hate clung to her like an ash cloud and choked the fight out of anything around her. It was something more felt than described, and it always left Rose huddled in a corner with all rational thought obliterated and scattered to the winds until the tall one left.

(Whenever she could think for longer than a few minutes at a time, she was so lost as to whether she should be grateful or guilty about her leaving. The former always flooded her after, but the latter lingered like a bad taste even after that, even if she didn’t know why.)

The yelling subsided enough that she cautiously raised her hands, though the pads on her palms and fingertips still pressed a little against the rounded furry ears flattened against her head and brushed against the dark not-quite-mane running in a long line from skull to neck to partway down her back. Sometimes it…was just like this, she dimly remembered. Sometimes the small ones got the large one to stop talking and yelling and got her to go away, and though sometimes that was just a warning for the tall one storming downstairs towards the room, there was no footstep-sound to go with the newfound silence. As the quiet continued, she finally did lower her hands back down towards the bed, but the entire length of both her arms ached, and her hands and especially her fingers protested the motion as they protested every other motion or even hint of motion, stabbed through with the bone-deep pain of not being right. A rough tongue briefly shot across her…lips or whatever counted for them, but her entire face hurt where it had turned more mountain-leopard than Roegadyn, and so she immediately regretted it and toppled forward into the sparse bedding to rest her head on it. And that just made her spine hurt and her hip along with it until she finally sprawled in a miserable line across the length of the bed.

(Her tail twitched, and even that sent a jolt up her back, but it was little compared to the rest of it.)

…There were footsteps outside now, though.

She heard a few pairs, actually, her ears flitting up in response before she could even think about it. That was, until they sat back again at the sound of one of the attending voices—a healer, from long before. The memory of their touch was unwelcome and she growled, and when her tail lashed, she paid little mind to how it still hurt.

“No.” It was one of the only words she could say right now, but even in her current state, she knew that the others sometimes left her alone more when she tried to speak instead of snarling and growling at them. It was unsteady going, and she worked her jaw for a moment before trying again, more confidently and more loudly this time. “No.”

But still, the voices and footsteps approached her door, and she bared her teeth. The sound was too dull for her to tell if she had heard them before, but she dragged herself further back along the bed away from the door. It was just ilms of distance, if that, but she felt better for at least trying to move, even if it hurt. “No!”

But when the talking abruptly stopped just outside the door at her outburst, the ensuing silence didn’t last for long. Even then, Rose only caught snippets of the words. “—bites you—not fixing it—stupid idea, frankly, she doesn’t recognize—“

“—sure will remember me—don’t know what y’r talkin’ ‘bout—“

But the argument stopped, before long. And before Rose got any more warning than the scratching of the door handle, someone slipped into the room and closed that door behind them.

She flattened her ears further and growled, even managing to cough out another no, but the wiry short-haired figure standing at the other end of the room stayed put. And at the sight of them, something undefinable stirred in the back of her mind and she just cocked her head to one side instead of…insisting on the Hyur leaving. Her eyes narrowed and her head cocked further, but bizarrely, the sight made the stranger—were they though?—grin until it practically split their face.

(Her own expression was less that of a terrified animal and more a confused, if aggressive, one. She didn’t even realize that it might be a relief to some people.)

(She knew them she knew like she knew how to breathe but from where? Who…?)

“G’ mornin’?” But it was a question more than a greeting, and their hesitation as they took a couple steps towards her hadn’t gone unnoticed. They were holding something folded and dark, and her eyes went to it immediately. They saw that, too. “Ah, I…brought ya somethin’. ‘Ere?”

They tossed it underhand and she flinched back, half-expecting it to hit her with great force, but it fluttered far too lightly and half-unfolded in the air before it landed on her foot. She managed to work her aching body so she could grab it, and her hands met cloth…

“Dunno why they didn’ think a’ a skirt,” the Hyur awkwardly added, their eyes fixed on her. They almost looked upset that her first instinct was to bring it to her face to sniff, but they continued on without noting it. “Ye ‘n Sen’re ‘bout th’ same size, yeah…?”

Sen, Sen—dark skin darker hair singing arrows—

But the fragmented impressions fled as quickly as they had appeared, and Rose just worked the already-opened skirt around her waist without thinking about it. Not that the fastening didn’t frustrate her—oh, it did, and her hands hurt more for trying—but any time the Hyur tried to get close she growled, and even once had to tell them no again. It felt good to have it on, but the way their face had fallen at her admonition left something twisting in her gut and she suddenly found she couldn’t look them in the eyes.

“Well…” They tried, and quite hard, to bounce back from it, at the very least. “Least that’s somethin’. Y’ even got it on okay.” Their voice gained a hint of more genuine confidence now, though their steps were still cautious as they approached the bed again. (Though this time, she didn’t growl or warn them off.) “Though…th’ guards said y’ looked like y’ weren’t movin’ right. So…I talked t’ someone ‘n got somethin’. Here?”

Another thing was tossed onto the end of the bed, but it was small, tiny even, and glassy, the liquid contained in it catching the light as it flew and landed. But when Rose saw it and knew what it was, she irritably kicked it with a clawed foot and immediately turned over onto the bed, even if her shoulder audibly creaked with the speed of the motion.

“Rose!”

“No.” She was not to be so easily dissuaded, and she even slid the lone pillow over the back of her head. (It would have been hilariously juvenile any other time, but now, was merely sad.) “No drug. No touching.” Was that all they were there for? To make her behave for their healers like those men had forced her to behave while their twisted magic broke her body and tore at her mind? Rose’s heart beat an uncomfortable tattoo against her ribs at the thought. “No no no.”

The silence, only punctuated by the thudding of her lashing tail, dragged out longer than she thought, and she couldn’t see their face from here in the slightest. But…

“…C’n I at least come sit?”

Their voice was so much quieter now, and Rose hesitated for quite some time before just chuffing and inching over as much as she dared, with her aching body. She barely had to wait, before their weight sunk into the area she had just vacated.

Their voice was a little more emboldened as they spoke again. “C’n I put my hand on y’r shoulder?”

Another pause, but one followed by another chuff. (She knew them from somewhere and this felt right even if the touch made her twitch before she could think about it—)

They waited a few moments, keeping their hand where it was on her shoulderblade, but spoke again. “Rose…? I’ll kill th’ bastards tha’ did this t'ye…”

The venomous intensity of it left the longer, rougher fur on the back of her neck rising. (That tone sounded so much like the tall one’s that she immediately disliked it.) Still, she shuffled over a few ilms more, until her side was just touching the Hyur. “No.” She didn’t want them to go. Things were strange around them and she wasn’t sure she liked it, but she didn’t want them to go. And she definitely didn’t want them going after the bad men because they’d do the same to them too. “No. Vrrrrr-ah stay.”

(The name was more a half-growl than a word, but she had still tried and she squeezed her eyes shut as she was immediately assaulted with her own confusion. Vira Vira Vira why did she know that how did she know that why did she want them to stay—?)

(But they had been kind where most were distant or too pushy. They knew her, didn’t they? She remembered flickers, just flickers, of bare skin in dim camplight and lips on hers and it made her head hurt fit to split but she grabbed at more more even as it fled from her focus once more.)

There was silence, though, out of the Hyur again. The fingertips on her shoulder trembled, and she momentarily worried that she had said something wrong. But their fingers curled lightly under their palm as they rested it more fully on her back—more easily, too, even if their voice was small as they spoke back. “‘Kay. I…I c’n do tha’. F’r now.”

(It was the best she could ask for, then.)

@lynxden

[starrysupercell]

I've noticed the purple and green too! It's like, flipped between them. I think that really conveys the tragic message that they’ll likely never be on the same page.

Annnnnnd..... long post. :p

Okay, it took me a while to word this, but okay. First off! Your Honor, may I present to you. Exhibit A: Byron’s default jacket, and Belle Goldhand’s red Jacket over her shoulders?

Look familiar? :3c The cuffs on the sleeves, and the style of the jacket in general screams same fashion sense. I really love this detail, because they were both raised to have a refined taste, but Belle is so extra she doesn’t even put it on. They also both like ties and belts, as seen here--

Personal headcanon is that that lock of red hair is simply a personal choice to fit with her outfit’s color scheme (and shippy wise, representative of Nani but that isn’t important right now--) rather than an allusion to her former hair color. I think she had black hair too, same as Byron!

Belle loves all types of ties. She has a bolo tie in her default skin too, along with a silver belt and what seems to be a vest over a pink shirt at the bottom.

 Who else rocks silver belts, ties and two+ layers? You guessed it! This pompous bastard!

I can’t decide if this is a stylized western bowtie or a cravat/ascot. Or an odd tie that’s just half of one or something for the snake tongue aesthetic. Weirdo. (ALTHOUGH, a tiny point of interest is that Frank has a similar looking tie in his default costume. His is ripped though, and I’m willing to chalk that up to a coincidence for now, but I’ve got my eye on you now, Mr. Monster Mash.)

Anyway! There’s also the obvious glasses that have the same tint. (Belle GH even has a monocle with that same color.) (no more pics bc my phone is charging right now.) With the way they look, my guess is that Byron is nearsighted, and Belle just has bad eyesight in general. Personally, I believe Byron has needed it since he was younger, and Belle’s came with age. Eyesight, of course, is usually a hereditary thing either way.

They also both twitch in their losing animation, so that means it’s canon.

Seriously though, if Supercell ever comes out and says that Byron and Belle aren’t related, I...don’t know what I’ll do. I’m so sold on this. This is worse than the Colt/Junker Family debunked statement (which I may ignore anyway). This is worse than Bo not being the kids’ father... (which I work around :,)....)

(Also, I've come to terms with Brawl Stars choosing... questionable colors and designs for some of the Brawlers. Some share repetitive hairstyles/colors, eye straining designs, and other issues. I’m with you on that x.x)

The more I look and analize Bell's and Byron's design the more hints I get at them being related

For instance, something that I realized today

Keep reading

[bride-and-bride]

🔪 & !! for Defiant. <3

🔪 - Have they ever considered hurting themselves?

I have this one in my inbox again and I’m about to write a lot for this second prompt so I’ll say “Yes”, and leave it there for a lil bit :3c “Very much, yes.”

‼ - Describe a dark or traumatizing memory your muse has.

“Oohh! It’s the lil Bride!”

Every muscle in Defiant’s body tensed at once, her hands closing tight enough to crush the little figures she’d been making out of clay. She looked up from where she’d been sitting on the riverbank, craned her head til her neck hurt to meet the eyes of the boys wandering her way in a little pack.

It was easier to deal with them on their own... when they were together, they were louder; more rowdy. Her brother was nowhere to be seen, and so she clutched her hands together and waited, tiny tail quivering.

“Ain’t it dangerous on your own out here, Baby Bride?” The leader was also the oldest, already pushing 7 fulms and with sparse whiskers on his chin that were being meticulously taken care of, “Bears and worse round here... lil thing like you’d get eaten up in one bite!”

One of the others leaned in towards her and growled furiously, lunging at her to make her cry out and fall back, laughter filling the air as Defaint flushed and tried to sit back up.

“Looks like there’s no one round... think we ought t’ babysit her?” They’d surrounded her, chatting far over her head as the girl tried to pretend they’d go away, only those last words prompting her to peek up at the smirking faces.

“S...silent said I should w-wai’ here for ‘em...”

“Silent?” There was a slightly quieter round of discussion, during which Defiant could make out, ‘dumb jerk’ and ‘talking to a girl’ and ‘won’t mind’... and then one of the boys stooped, reaching out with hands big enough to wrap around her entire head and crush her skull.

She went still, her breath choked in her throat, her eyes shut tight as she was lifted like a doll, hefted into the air by the boy... and then thrown, her scream stopped only by the fear of what would happen if she cried out. Another pair of hands caught her, the teens congratulating each other as simply as if they’d been playing catch, and she found herself thrown over a broad shoulder, jostled with every step as the pack began to walk away.

“Honestly, Silent should THANK us for taking care of his sister; bastard sure ain’t doing it himself! Lil Bride coulda gotten... like! Hurt, or something, right?”

“Yeah, yeah! We’re doing him a favor! Bride’s all safe and stuff with us, now!”

“YEAH! No one messes with us! Hey, pass her here, I bet no bear’s can catch her if we put her up in the tree, yeah?”

“Dude, you seriously think you can get her up there?”

“Just fuckin’ watch, man, I’ve been practicing...!”

And then she was in the air again, holding her body as still as she could, resisting every impulse to scream or cry or struggle as she was tossed to another boy, as he reared back with her waist in one hand...

...if she struggled, they’d just have to squeeze harder to keep from dropping her, after all. She’d have enough bruises before they got bored as it was.

[tasmanianstripes]

53, 1, 60, 76 >:3c

I'm gonna use a bit more ocs this time, aside from the 4 I've listed before! Here's some explanation about them:

Damien - A demon and the sin of Pride

Boris - Damien's friend before they became demons, a demon and the sin of Greed

Theo and Hestia - siblings, shape-shifting god-like dragon race

War - same species as the two above, a hot-headed husband of Theo

Blitz - my epithet erased oc, his epithet is icecone

Peter - a young guy with a shitload of problems and a cute monster partner

Slaughter - a monster with a shitload of problems and a cute human boyfriend

Masquerade - Slaughter's friend also a monster

Havoc - same as above, also done with their shit

Gaia - a godess and the queen of hell, also Satan's wife, has mostly plant based powers hence the name

Falconstalker - a wc oc from an rp group, he's a youngish medicine cat of Web Clan

53. What is the health of your OC?

Damien: the boy has PTSD, is nd and doesn't handle stress well, he is incredibly scared of affection

Boris: Overall he's well, aside from his PTSD, but he handles it well

Theo: Anxiety and again PTSD from seeing his dad's death, but overall not that bad!

Hestia: Anxiety, so much anxiety, she gets better over time

War: This man had... So many mental issues, most prominent being his rejection sensitive dysphoria and anger issues that he now manages to control. He's much better now.

Blitz: The man is constantly cold and suffering, he also has chronic pain and multiple mental disorders so overall not so good, he's working on it though!

Peter: Do I... Do I even need to say anything? This man is a walking mental breakdown waiting to happeb

Slaughter: they're not too good mentally, constant abuse from their boss and a looming threat of death has its tool, they also have hardcore death anxiety

Masquarade: Oh they're just dandy

Havoc: Major anger issues, is working on that

Gaia: Aside from stress? She's A-OK 👌

Falconstalker: The poor cat has some major PTSD and an anxiety disorder and depression, he is slowly getting better though! Good for him

1.  What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

Only gonna do the ones that have nicknames!

Damien: Slut (yes I am 100% serious), from Boris, because he flirts a lot lmao

Boris: Big guy, from Damien, he's just extra large

Hestia: Hesti, something Theo called her as a cute nicknames. Kiddo, from Stone.

Theo: Shortie, pipsqueak, anything related to height tbh, because he's rly short and has a baby face, he's an adult but people take him for younger than he is and he hates it lmao. Kiddo, same as above. Lil Flame, from War, thanks to his determined and firey personality, he has a shitload of more pet names for him like honeydew for example.

War: Asshole, from Shadow, they didn't have the best relationship at first but now he still uses that nickname but more affectionelly.

Blitz: Gumdrop! From his wife, because he's I quote "as sweet as a gumdrop". Courtesy of @bluethepearldiver ;)

Peter: Pete, a lot of people call him that but mostly Slaughter. Sweetiepie, sweetheart, Slaughter's go-to cute pet names for their boyfriend.

Slaughter: Spooky, when they first met Slaughter didn't gave Peter their name for obvious reasons so Peter started calling them spooky. Boo, because they're Peter's boo uwu

Falconstalker: Pinecone, something that his kithood friend Twotails and later on Skunkstripe started to call him because of his spiky fur

60. If your OC could change one thing about him/herself, what would it be?

Once again only answering for the bastards that this applies to

Damien: Not anymore but as he's trans he used to want to change A LOT about his appearence

Boris: Not anymore, but the guy was really thin and malnourished and he just wished he wasn't so thin, but it's more about the fact that he was homeless and nearly always went hungry rather than an apperence thing

Theo: His god damn height

Hestia: She really dislikes her large scar she got from Chaos

Blitz: He really really hates his epithet

Peter: his personality, his mental illness, his scars and his autism (he later on learns to love himself, good for him!)

Slaughter: They really wished they could be human...

Havoc: Same as above but only lowkey

Falconstalker: A lot, like his weird or his scars, or his sex, but he eventually learns to accept himself and love his body

76. What is your OC’s favorite animal?

Damiem: Thylacine... Duh

Boris: Beetles

Theo: Cats

Hestia: Dogs

War: There's a species of really fuzzy spider-like tiny creatures on one planet he once visited, that one

Blitz: He fucking loves chihuahuas

Peter: Bats

Slaughter: Humans lmao

Masquarade: Otters, they think they're neat

Havoc: The guy really likes spiders

Gaia: any kind of arthropod and dragons

Falconstalker: Frogs and toads, he does the puffing up his own cheeks thing when he sees one, also butterflies and fireflies