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boom-fanfic-a-latta · 2 months ago

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Possession Hijacking (Sand & Ink AU)

When Lloyd gets called to the museum to investigate a break-in, the two newest ninja don't let him go alone. This ends up going downhill, fast, in a way nobody could have predicted.

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Finally wrote something for me and @boom-fanfic-a-latta’s Sand & Ink AU-! With a lot of help, lol-

Like, you can’t tell me this doesn’t sound a little suspicious.” Arti remarked. On paper, the police asking the ninja for help with a break in at the museum wasn’t exactly a strange concept. But the fact that they’d asked for Lloyd specifically set off a few alarm bells.

So, Arti and Lily volunteered to come along, just in case anything went too wrong.

“This is exactly how season five starts.” Lily commented. “Well, technically it started with the mutant fish, but you know what I mean.”

“So . . . time to get spooky?” Arti shrugged. The key parts of the season were somewhat fresh in her mind; Morro, Airjitzu, Cole’s ghost curse, The Preeminent. But, like pretty much every season, the specifics were a blur.

“So, what happens next?” Lloyd asked as the trio approached the museum.

“Well—” Arti paused, realizing they’d be watched pretty much the entire time, by either the police, or Morro possessing . . . the night guard, if she remembered right? Time to explain had run out. “—we may have to improvise. Just play along, I guess?”

“Whatever you do, do not let the night guard get you alone with him, he’s possessed,” Lily offered far too casually for what she was saying.

With the group arriving, the police stationed at the museum entrance took notice of them right away.

“Well, lookie here. The Green Ninja! I feel safer already.” One of them commented.

“We got a call that there was a break in?” Lloyd asked.

“Did anyone touch anything?” Arti asked, “Where did they even break in from?”

The second officer shrugged rather unhelpfully, “Don’t know, but the night guard over there had quite the scare, doesn’t remember a thing.”

“Hasn’t been too helpful, maybe you’ll have better luck?” The first officer suggested.

The police chattered away in the background as the trio of ninja approached the possessed night guard. The man was unresponsive, save for the occasional heavy breathing. Arti wasn’t sure if it was a side effect of the possession, or just an act Morro was putting on.

Arti tugged Lily back a bit, whispering to her fellow dimension hopper. “So, we’re finding a way to take out Morro before he can possess Lloyd, right?”

“How are we going to do that, though?” Lily replied, “He’s a ghost, and neither of us have anything that we can really do against him. My only idea is to mess with the sand he possesses for a bit.”

Arti paused, “That’ll do for now.” She knew if Morro went through with his plan, the ninja would be without their powers. And that was only the beginning of their problems on this adventure. “We really should—”

A sudden shout pulled Arti out of her plans, realizing that she’d gotten herself and Lily distracted.

Lloyd and Morro were gone.

“Crap—” Arti quickly dashed off into the nearby hallway.”He’ll be monologuing for a bit, we have time to catch up!”

Lily didn’t need to be told twice, and quickly ran after Arti in pursuit of Morro.

The commotion in the museum’s storage room had already escalated, the sound of falling boxes and breaking pottery made Arti cringe a bit. There was no time to waste, though. Morro’s voice echoed down the hallway.

“Your powers are useless. You think you can hurt a ghost? I can possess anything!”

“Yeah, well, POSSESS THIS!” Lily exclaimed as the two girls burst into the room. The sand Morro had taken control over seemed to shift in hue, streaks of color appearing in it as the girl yanked him backwards with her powers.

“Bet you weren’t expecting an elemental master of sand!” Arti shouted, “We gotta keep the armor out of his hands!” While Lily handled Morro, Arti rushed over to the night guard, who was muttering worriedly.

“When he was in my head, I saw his thoughts . . . the world—the world will be cursed!”

“Not on our watch.” Arti said firmly, taking the armor from the guard.

“HEY ARTI MAYBE HELP GET LLOYD OUT OF HERE FIRST?!” Lily yelled, visibly straining to keep Morro under control. “HE’S TRYING TO DROP THE POSSESSION!”

“Got it!” Arti nodded, her elemental ink crawling up her arms, twisting and shifting as she pulled the tail off the hypnobrai statue loose. Lloyd hit the ground, just in time for disaster to strike.

“Enough!” Morro shouted as sand burst all over the room. Morro’s spectral form was free once again, and the force of him breaking out sent Lily sprawling across the floor.

“Give up already, you’re not going to win!” Arti shouted.

Morro scoffed, as if he found the whole situation funny. “The armor isn’t the only thing I want to possess.”

Arti would have rolled her eyes if the stakes weren’t high.

“What else do you want?” Lloyd asked tentatively, but the look on his face showed that he already knew the answer.

“You.” Morro rushed for Lloyd, but Arti was faster, pushing the green ninja out of the way before anyone else could react.

The feeling of being possessed was sickening, all of Arti’s limbs felt like dead weight, and her head buzzed with Morro’s fury. A horrid concoction of fatigue and a migraine, even after a few seconds. Despite that, Arti grinned.

She may be a little unhinged, she realized.

“Well, you’re stuck with me now.” Arti said . . . or, thought? “And I’m not letting you go easily.”

“ARTI?!” Lily screamed in horror, still laying out on the floor and only just having managed to sit up. “I—what just—no—”

Lloyd, meanwhile, looked more angry than terrified at what had just happened. “Hey, let her go! I thought you wanted me!”

Morro was silent for a moment—even on Arti’s end, she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Not until she felt her face forcibly twist into a grin. “. . . No,” he finally said, “I can use this.”

Lily’s eyes widened in horror, her breath audibly catching in her throat as she seemed to realize the same thing. “Oh no.”

Small gusts of wind formed in the room, the sand that’d been left abandoned on the floor twirling and twisting, before it all burst outward. A self-contained tempest hit Lily and Lloyd at full force, knocking the two out of the room and into the opposite wall with a rough ‘thud.’

And before either ninja could react, Morro was gone.

#ninjago #ninjago au #sand & ink au #sand & ink #mint writes stuff #in collaboration

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highhhfiveee · 2 years ago

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okay here me out. abby teasing reader about having a crush on mike, and when he's around very 'subtle' teasing from abby to reader... SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE BUT ITS BEEN ON MY MIND.

it makes sense! i was working on a little ficlet for the "mint" series and i think this works with it (,:

self care

a "mint" ficlet. read the og here: 🍫

wc: 2k tags: mint!mike and reader, fluff, no warnings, just cute stuff (:

mike lets out a long sigh as he turns the car off, rubbing his hands down his face. security work is exhausting, and while he understands working overnight shifts, he doesn't see how it's healthy.

he's always tired, always irritable, always ready to call it quits and say "fuck work", staying home until he's caught up on his winks.

it would be a dream for him, he thinks, but he knows it's not realistic. he's doing this to better his life, better abby's life; it would all be worth it in the end, he hoped.

he exits the car with no urgency, trotting his way to the front door. he's excited to see you and abby, eager to sit and eat breakfast with you guys, tell you about his night.

he turns the knob and it gives with no trouble, which makes his heart rate tick up. the door is never unlocked.

he bursts inside frantically, beginning to panic a bit when he sees that you aren't in your usual spot on the couch, cuddled into one of the blankets or sweeping your green mint wrappers into your hand. the tv wasn't on. there wasn't anything happening in the kitchen.

it was eerily quiet, too quiet for his liking.

"y/n?" he calls, wildly hanging his security vest and kicking off his shoes. "abby?"

mike wonders why the two of you aren't answering, beginning down the hall with his hands balled into anxious fists. what if something had happened to you two? what if he went into one of the rooms and found something undesirable, something that turned him frigid and reserved? what if someone had hurt you?

the light's on in the bathroom, framing the closed door in a fuzzy ring of yellow gold. mike hears voices, muffled but persistent, and music. it's all it takes for him to lean against the door, grip the doorknob and count down before he charges into the wood, slamming the door open and yelling into the bathroom.

you and abby squeal, bodies wracked with fear. you both have green paste all over your faces, spread around your eyes and mouths in a precise layer. you're holding onto your chest as you try to calm down, tapping on your phone to stop the music you're playing. abby heaves angrily, marching over to mike and giving him a moderately powered shove. "not funny, mike!"

"i wasn't trying to be funny," he utters, huffing along with you two. "i thought someone had broken in or something. the door was unlocked and i called for both of you but you didn't answer. i was terrified." you frown, shaking your head in disappointment at yourself.

"i'm really sorry, mike. i took the trash out earlier and i guess i forgot to lock the door when i came back in. i would never try to put abby in harm's way."

"no, no, it's okay," mike returns, taking a deep-rooted sigh of relief now that he knows you two are safe. "i know you wouldn't. mistakes happen, i just lost it a little. wouldn't want anything to ever happen to you two."

your cheeks heat up at "you two". you're flattered that he cares about your safety at the same level that he cares about abby's, or at all really. you knew that abby meant everything to him, but you wondered just how much you meant to him, exactly.

"that's totally understandable. sorry i didn't hear you calling either, we were kind of caught up in the music and face masks," you chuckle shyly, pulling the sleeves of the forest green sweatshirt you were wearing over your hands. it's mike's sweatshirt, one that he thinks he remembers giving to abby sometime ago. you look good in it.

"y/n was teaching me about 'self care', and how doing little things for myself is important. we started with skincare, see?" abby places her hands under her chin, using them to hold her face as she smiles.

it hadn't been your plan to use your $40 face mask on abby this morning, but you didn't mind. you'd been in the bathroom, humming along to the soothing ambient music that floated from your phone speakers and smothering your face in green like you'd be starring in Wicked when she appeared in the doorframe, bleary eyed and lethargic. "may i pee?"

you exited the bathroom and closed the door behind you, opening it back up once you heard the toilet flush and the faucet run. "what's on your face?" she asked, shaking the water off of her hands.

"it's a face mask. this one is my personal favorite. it's specifically for moisturizing the skin, but there are so many other ones that do different things. i do them sometimes as a part of self care."

"what's self care?"

"i can explain it to you. want to try some of the mask after you brush your teeth?" she nodded happily, beginning to shed any trace of sleepiness.

"my skin is a bit dry." you laughed at her, helping her with her toothbrush. after, you'd sat her on the bathroom counter, scooping product with your middle and ring fingers and smearing it across abby's delicate skin.

"so, it's just like...taking care of yourself? literal self care?" you nodded, filling in whatever gaps you could find.

"mhm. just doing small things to make yourself feel better, happy, more fulfilled. we all need to take care of ourselves, living these lives. it's important to remember to take time for yourself when you need it, okay? taking breaks is good. humans need rest."

"mike never rests," she admitted, pouting at the thought of mike working all the time, tired and distant from the strain on his mental and physical health. "i don't even think he knows what rest is."

"i'm sure he does, he's just working hard to make sure you're never in need. he cares about you a lot, and wants you to be safe, and happy, and taken care of."

"which is nice," abby muttered, turning to look at her face in the mirror. she smiled, humming in contentment before facing you again. "i just wish he would go do something. take off from work and go out. go on a date." you jovially scoff at her words, tickling at her abdomen.

"what do you know about dating, huh? does mike even like dates?"

"i think he'd like a date with you." your entire body flushed with mortification, and you stepped back from abby, stumbling over your words with nervous laughter.

"t-t-there's no way he would, abby. that's silly. i don't even like him like that, it would be unprofessional..." you bit at your bottom lip, avoiding abby's eyes.

"oh please. you're my unpaid babysitter, not a salaried nanny," she reassured curtly, and you frowned at her, playfully insulted. "plus, i know you have a crush on him, y/n. it's so obvious. i saw you nearly die when he gave you those mints. i'm sure he see stuff like that too if he wasn't so clueless about everything."

you nodded, gnawing at your bottom lip so hard you drew blood. "well, jeez, thank you for the exposé, abby. still, i don't think he feels the same way. he has no time to think about me." abby only squinted at you, her lips pursed with amusement.

"or so you think." you'd waved her off, pivoting the subject by showing her your skincare collection, explaining all the different tubes and bottles. you'd fanned them out over the counter, grouping things by step.

"and this is vitamin c...usually comes before your moisturizer and helps with dark spots, dullness...you have to wear sunscreen when you wear it, but you should be wearing sunscreen everyday anyway bec----"

mike had burst in at this moment, scaring the shit out of both you and abby. how you'd forgotten to lock the door, you didn't know, but you're glad mike had gotten home before anyone else could enter.

now, mike just tiredly returns his sister's smile. "that's nice, abs."

"yeah, was telling y/n that you should try it. you need to rest and take care of yourself." mike nods, pursing his lips in that tickled way that abby did earlier.

"that so? do a couple of face masks, take a bath, and make some tea to renew myself?"

"sounds like a plan to me," abby cheers, looking towards you. "add going on a date to the list and now, we're talkin'."

"a date?" mike ridicules, shaking his head at abby's frivolous suggestion. "a date with who?"

"i may know someone," abby teases, winking over at you so unmistakably that you're sure you're going to combust with the number of times you've flushed hot. "someone not too far, in fact."

mike can tell that abby is killing you, prodding at your private, adult feelings and decides to make her stop. "okay, abs, that's enough. wash your face while i go talk to y/n, okay? and no eavesdropping."

"i can try, but not promise."

"abby," mike asserts, and she shrinks under his serious stare, mumbling, "okay, okay, jeez."

you follow mike out into the living room, once again tugging at the sleeves of his sweatshirt. it drapes over you nicely, about one size too big, and the color looks so nice against your skin, rich and earthy.

"thanks for looking after her, as always," he commends, eyes still trained on you as you return his kindness with a soft "yeah, always. sorry again about the door." but mike dismisses your apology with a wave.

after a moment, he says, "that sweatshirt's nice," rubbing his fingers against his stubbled chin.

you drop your gaze down, smiling at the clothing item. you liked it a lot. it was super comfy and smelled like their place, pacifying you through the late night and early morning. "oh thanks. i left my sweater at home and abby let me borrow this one. it's so cute on her but it's super big."

"yeah," mike snickers, letting out some air through his nose. "that's 'cause it's mine." your body's color is replaced with flaming red, burning from the top of your forehead to the soles of your feet. how many more times could you be embarrassed this morning?

"oh my god, i'm so sorry. here, i can give it back," you panic, beginning to pull the item over your head, careful to not get your face mask on it. mike stops you with a hand to your elbow, a gentle graze that doesn't move even when you have the sweatshirt back over your torso.

"hey, hey, no need. i gave it to her but i like how it looks on you. you look really beautiful...face mask and all." you blush vehemently, whimpering out "thank you" and bringing your thumb to your mouth to gnaw at so you don't say something else you might regret. you're sure mike can read your jitteriness, and you try to slip into a cool girl attitude when his eyes toss coyness your way.

you'd been babysitting abby for a while, and something about the way you continued to despite the hours and not being paid softened mike. of course he intended on paying you, but even when he did, he would always remember you as so kind, so generous; such a beautiful soul in a beautiful body.

"so...about that date?" he proposes, and the two of you hear a hushed, "yes!" around the corner of the wall. you both turn towards it, catching abby as she runs across the hall to her room.

"abby!"

"i said try!"

how flipping CUTE! i love cute shit like this, and after writing so much smut, it was nice to write something oh so sweet (((: gonna be posting smut next though lmao, just something slight, something slight. hope you enjoyed!

faire's seedlings ✿

@leahdhopkins4321-@pyr0-kai-@angstywhore-@sunazroo-@nyxthoughtss-@mirophobic-@fayethor-@marixsimps-@regretfulme-@ithinkitszeph-@707xn-@cattt777-@violetta-ximena-@amnesia33-@topnerd03-@fastnights-@laprvphette-@savage-aespa-@mfdxz-@0-tatiana-0-@dusstory

#fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf fic #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #faire’s (mint) mike schmidt <3 #faire answers asks #josh hutcherson #i love sweet shit like this #makes me want to be in a relationship #but only like 4 out of 7 days of the week #people are exhausting lmao #faire is writing stuff

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thewolfofthestars · 6 months ago

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I finally got a new laptop! Yay! My geriatric 8-year-old can finally be sent to the retirement home (aka gathering dust in the closet because what if I need it later). And now I can run programs and perform tasks without it taking a dog's age! :D

But I did notice something in getting everything set up.

I've been a staunch Linux lad since I was very little--one of the few things my father and I actually agree on. And the new laptop came pre-installed with Windows 11, as most new non-Macs do, so I decided to partition a bit of the drive for it rather than wiping it completely, just in case I need Windows compatibility for school or work stuff, even if I spend the majority of my time in Ubuntu. (I had wanted to do that with my old machine, actually, but something went horrendously wrong in the process and it took two days to fix and my laptop briefly did not have a functioning OS on it at all lol.)

Now, I find Windows... unpleasant to use. And obviously part of that is just that I'm not familiar with it--the last time I had Windows on a personal computer was when I was 6 years old, and that thing ran Windows 2000 with a genuine CRT monitor and it was not connected to the internet and I spent my time playing King's Quest and MS Paint. I don't know where things are anymore, and the UX seems pretty uninterested in telling me.

Another issue is, of course, how bloated with ads and spyware it's become in recent iterations. I see where people are coming from when they decide to stick with Windows 7 or Vista or some other older version, even if I disagree with them for security and malware reasons--"person on previous version of Windows" is by far the largest and juiciest target for all manner of bad actors online.

But I think a really big core part of the problem is this: modern Windows is speaking a different language than I am. And the language it's speaking is that of phones, not of computers.

I only spent enough time on Windows to get it set up and strip away all the permissions I possibly could, and in that time I could tell: the default user Microsoft is designing this system for is people who are more familiar with Android and Apple than they are with a desktop computer. They made me log in with my email, rather than creating a device-specific profile. When I created my password they didn't even call it a password, they called it a "Hello Windows PIN". The format of the Settings page UI is nigh-identical to the one on my phone, right down to the list of access permissions siloed away by app (and yes, everything is called an app--no programs, no functions, no systems, no app*lications*, nothing else). I had to check a specific box to be able to look through my entire computer's file system, for crying out loud, rather than just browsing my Pictures and Downloads!

Hey, Windows! My laptop! Is not! A phone! And I don't want it to be! This is a computer OS for people who hate computers and I. HATE IT!

#People I am begging you. I understand everything is Windows now. But please use Linux #There are many different versions nowadays and lots of them are very user-friendly #Ubuntu is the one I use and it's lovely #Mint is another very good one #If you need to keep a little Windows around that's fine. Work and school stuff is often Windows only. I get it #But if you're browsing the web or playing Steam games or writing in Word docs or whatever? On your own time?#Linux. LibreOffice. Just use them. They are so much better

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w-low · 4 months ago

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So. Does anyone know a Linux desktop that does art *and* gaming well?

#trying to get ps sai working seems to have irreversibly busted my graphics tablet on linux mint #im having mild regrets about switching but cant see another way #microsoft doesnt get to train ai on my art or writing or even get to have my personal data #but obviously not being able to do art is not. acceptable #atm im parsing some fic #read some notebook stuff i could post its not too bad #act 1 minthy bonding #late game and post game breakup #damn girl you really intend to break your own heart too?

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boom-fanfic-a-latta · 1 year ago

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FISH TIME

Sing Me A Story - Chapter 4 - BOOM_Fanfic_a_latta, Sky_Queen - Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Time for more fish!!!

Hm. Maybe there's more to Sonic’s past than just "the other Sirens don't like him" . . .

#Sing Me a Story AU #mint writes stuff

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hungriestheidi · 5 months ago

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(sat and thought about this for ages, but) for the ask game - sebchal, 38 + 46? only if you want to obvs <3

put those guys/gals in situations!

tw: puking, mentions of drug addiction, unhealthy relationships. (1k words, oops)

Charles stares at the wall. There’s a crack that runs down by the side of the door frame. The paint is chipped all over, there’s a moisture patch on the corner of the ceiling. Immediately, he recognizes he’s not supposed to be here.

This isn’t a garage, this isn’t Abu Dhabi and this isn’t 2019.

His right hand hurts when he tries to straighten up, the bed creaks and his bones don’t agree with him. The world begins to spin the second the soles of his feet touch the floorboards. He ends up puking out his guts on the floor, feels like an eternity spent with his arms holding him up as he lets it all out.

When he’s done, it hurts all over. The world is spinning and there’s residue on his knees. He crawls on hands and knees towards the door, a feeling of dread hanging on to his body. What is he doing here? What sort of wretched world is this that he feels as if death has found him but refused to take his mortal body, instead ripping him apart from the inside?

Charles manages to make it out of the door, but runs out of breath before he can move any forward. Finding himself on the evening of his worst day, Charles takes a deep breath and drags his tired bones to rest on his back against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest. He can only see a few inches away from his face and he can taste iron on the back of his throat.

A sound comes from his right, or so he thinks, clinking like bells. Maybe if he stands still long enough, someone will take him out of this unbearable pain and shove him back into his caring and warm universe. If he waits long enough, maybe he’ll be back in Abu Dhabi, with his race suit half unzipped and wondering what happened to the man across the garage.

The world becomes blurrier and his legs slip, too tired to keep them folded, and then there’s a big scary noise, heavy and loud, stomping towards him.

He hears his name, he senses something touching him, hears himself sob and then hands, hands everywhere. They touch him under his arms, put themselves on his chest, pry him open by the ribcage, rip apart the seams of his skin until he’s bare bones boiling alive.

After a thousand years stuck in this horrible state of being, body broken and torn, he finds a speck of dust floating in front of his face and a sponge rubbing against his neck. This isn’t Abu Dhabi either, there’s chipped paint on the walls and the water around him is cooling.

He comes back to his body in staccato, going back and forth between seeing and losing footing of reality. There’s a bathtub, water, the smell of cheap soap, the bones on his wrists poking out of his skin a little too much. He can hear humming, soft and senseless, mimicking no song he knows.

“Where– whe–“

“It’s fine, you’re fine.”

Seb. That’s Seb’s voice, he’d recognize it anywhere in the world, even under the water.

“Seb, Seb…”

“I’m here, I’m here.”

“What’s happening, where am I, what’s going on?” The words come out slurred, throat parched, twisting and turning, cloudy water spilling over the edge as he crawls on his knees, holding on to the white edge of the bathtub, looking for Sebastian's face.

“Calm down,” Seb says. Charles takes a deep breath, looks at him and finds tiredness around his eyes that ages him, turns the softness of his cheeks into sharp sorrow etched onto his skin like a tattoo. “You’re home, you’re fine.”

“But why?” He asks, hears the desperation on his voice, the weariness of his muscles. “Why am I here? Am I sick?”

Sebastian nods, a rueful smile on his lips. “Very sick”

Charles takes a deep breath. “What’s wrong with me?”

“You’re a drunk and a junkie,” Sebastian throws the sponge on the floor. He looks away, there’s something like rage and sadness in the blue of his eyes. “And no matter what the fuck I do, you keep being a drunk and a junkie.”

Charles feels his body shrink, shrivelled skin poked by a thousand needles. This incarnation of the universe isn’t kind, hasn’t been kind to him, to Seb. The memories of this flesh are haunted by horrors, violence and blood, long corridors and overhead fluorescent hospital lights, ten chairs making a circle, confessions of what led you to take the choices you took, night school, a kind teacher, Sebastian showing up to his apartment with Chinese food, Charles throwing himself at him in search of something to be found on his bones, something better than drinking, Charles stealing from him, the hospital, the floor, the pale chipped paint of his bedroom, the water, the help he keeps fighting off, this moment like a bruised patch of skin on his ribcage.

This isn’t a good world; this isn’t one he wants to see again.

“Seb, Seb, I’m…” he reaches for him, grabby hands on too weak arms, “I’m sorry, I need–”

“Shut up!” Sebastian interrupts, voice strung up, “Just… shut the fuck up.”

“I’m sorry,” Charles repeats, his body trembles, a little leaf in the wind.

He shakes his head. “You always say the same…”

“I am sorry,” he reassures, accentuating the am, the truth, whoever this Charles is it isn’t the one he truly is. He tries again, puts his hands on Sebastian’s shoulders, wet patches on the fabric of a plaid shirt. “This isn’t the me you know, I haven’t–“

“Stop!” Sebastian says, shaking him off.

“I need to tell you–“

“I don’t want you to tell me anything, I need you to be better, need you to care!” The crashing out comes out of him with fury, balled fists, deep creases across his forehead. “I need you to give a fuck about you like I do. Fuck, Charles, I’m tired of coming back to you and always finding you about to fucking die.”

The humidity of the bathroom, tiny, cramped, moist like stones covered in moss, suffocate them. Sebastian breathes in and out, looks down at the floor. On his knees, he looks like the martyrs hanging in golden frames from the walls of a catholic church.

“I care too much about you, I do.”

Charles leans in closer, feels the edge of the bathtub pushing against his ribcage.

“I’m sorry”

“Are you?”

He nods. “I care for you too.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah, I just… I just don’t think I’m good for you.”

“You aren’t, but here I am, right?”

“In another world it’s better,” Charles whispers, “in another world we drive fast cars and have fun across the world. In another world you have a wife and kids but I still love you.”

He chuckles, looking at him with a crooked smile. “That world sucks.”

“This one is worse.”

“That’s true.” Seb stands up, picks a folded towel and opens it. “Let’s get you out, ok?”

#remember when i said i liked to write fucked up stuff? yeah....#this got out of hand as per usual #mint-blue-reloaded #ok starting a mint tag now #minty tag #fic asks

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marbarmars-arts · 8 months ago

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Minty Week Day 7: Birthday/Anniversary 🎂

(shhhh...I'm totally not 2 days late, also happy Thanksgiving!)

The 26th marked 4 years since I first introduced the concept Minty Frazzles, and also the birthday of Minty!

A fun fact for you, I actually took a week from when I first thought about Minty Frazzles until officially introducing it four years ago--so I find it funny to host a Minty Week. I'm also making an important announcement pertaining to the series.

I had originally planned for Minty Frazzles to be a comic series, but I've officially decided to change this story from a comic to a fanfic instead, as the workload for making a comic by myself the way I want it is too much for me. I find myself enjoying making these big images and writing more than making comic panels and writing scripts. I've learned a lot of things over the past 4 years! I don't consider any of my time wasted, but I wish I figured out what format I wanted to present this story in earlier. But....now that I'm more focused and know where I want to take Minty Frazzles, my deepest wish is that by the next anniversary date I'll have some chapters written out and completed. I'm already brainstorming how the fic will start. Thanks for listening!

Hope you enjoyed Minty Week! :)

#marbars2024 #MintyWeek2024 #minty #fawful #minty(mf)#fawful(mf)#minty frazzles #mintful #I was actually nervous to post the announcement kjhgkjhgsd #only because I kept advertising MF as a comic but I never followed through on it #that and the story kept changing #for the better ofc #I must admit the next time I announce a serious project I think I need more than just a concept hehehe #but I can confidently say I WILL follow through on the fanfic #I've been writing more and showing my friends on discord and I'm really proud of how the stuff comes out #anyways uhhhh stay Minty Fresh!

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Suspicions of a Master (Sand & Ink AU)

On the ferry to Chen's Island for the Tournament of Elements, Garmadon finds himself suspicious of a pair of girls with elements he's never seen before.

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Garmadon was rarely ever this blindsided, given he was somewhere over a thousand years old. That wasn’t to say he couldn’t be, of course—a key example being how shocked he’d felt at finally having the evil purged from his veins, something he hadn’t dared to Hope was possible for centuries.

Another example would be right now, as he stared at the redheaded young woman in front of him who was introducing herself to the ninja as “Lily, Master of Sand—and this is my friend Arti, Master of . . . Ink, I think? We figured out it was Ink and not paint, right?”

The shorter brown-haired girl beside her nodded, looking somewhat nervous. “Yeah, it was ink . . . Lily why are we doing this I’m not sure we should—”

“Relax, Arti, it’s the Ninja! We can trust them!” Lily gave her companion a comforting smile, before turning back to the teens. “We’re HUGE fans, it’s so exciting to meet you guys!”

“. . . Nice to meet you, too?” Lloyd replied, giving his teammates a confused look—and then turning that look to Garmadon. The man shook his head at his son, not wanting to raise any of his suspicions while the girls were still right there. They were young, best not to scare them.

“Hold on, Ink can be an element?! Really?!” Jay exclaimed incredulously. “What, do you . . . what would that even do?” The blue ninja raised a chipped eyebrow.

In reply, Arti thought for a moment, before holding up a finger and sketching something in the air, leaving behind a suspended trail of thick, iridescent, dark-blue ink behind. When the girl finished, the image of a fairly cartoony cat was left in front of her, and with a snap of her fingers, the drawing suddenly moved, leaping down from its perch in the air and prowling around Arti’s feet. It had come to life, acting as if it were a real cat and not a simple inked drawing.

“Tada!” Lily exclaimed, gesturing to her friend proudly. “Living art! That’s so cool, right?!” The redhead then swirled her hand around for a moment, causing a small, colorful whirlwind of sand to spawn above her open palm. “I mean, sand is cool too, but Arti’s ink stuff is WAY cooler.”

These displays only further concerned Garmadon, heightening his suspicion of the two girls. That was absolutely a display of elemental power from both of them, he could feel it . . . but these were no powers he had ever witnessed, or even heard of, in all his life.

Until now.

These two girls, whom he knew nothing about where they could have come from, were bearing elemental powers that, as far as he knew, did not previously exist.

Needless to say, the sensei was trying very hard not to betray his utter disbelief.

“So, why are you guys coming to the tournament?” Cole asked, bringing Garmadon out of his thoughts.

“Well, to be honest, we really don’t have any other ideas for what we could be doing, plus we need to actually learn more about our powers, PLUS the whole thing is suspicious as hell—”

“LILY—” Arti hissed at her friend, shooting her a panicked glare. “What are you doing?!”

“. . . Answering the question?” Lily looked genuinely confused by the other girl’s outburst. “Because they asked a que—”

Before she could finish, the brunette covered her mouth and started dragging her off. “Sorry, gotta go for now, sorry about all of this it was her idea—bye!” Arti gave the group a wave, pulling Lily behind her as she left to go somewhere else on the ferry.

Garmadon watched carefully as the pair left, making sure they were assuredly out of earshot before letting out the breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. “Those two . . . worry me . . .”

Lloyd looked up at him quizzically. “How come, dad? Sure they were . . . kind of weird, but they did seem nice.”

“They did, yes, but that’s not what worries me. The issue is specifically their powers.”

“What’s wrong with their powers?” Cole asked, turning to face the man.

“Those two elements? Sand, and Ink? Those are elements that I have never seen before, and I have no idea as to where they could have come from.” Garmadon shook his head. “This is especially concerning because, as far as I knew, I did have knowledge of all of the elements that exist.”

“Wait, so those are new elements? Seriously, how much have you guys been keeping from us?!” Jay exclaimed, eyes wide. “There can also be new elements?!”

“So it seems,” the sensei replied, nodding somewhat absently. “So it seems. I believe we need to keep an eye on those two . . . I have a feeling there’s far more to them than meets the eye.”

#ninjago #ninjago au #sand & ink #sand & ink au #mint writes stuff #lego ninjago #sensei garmadon #jay walker #cole brookstone #lloyd garmadon #self insert

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