#Honey dew cookie

[sweetkiller690]

Come to my Bakery sometime!!

Honey dew Cookie!!

My baby girl <3

[johnwickb1tsch]

🌻Small Town Girl🌻 ~ Part 2

Tex Johnson thought he was just passing through…until he set his eyes on you. 

Part 2 of a little Tex x Reader fic for my beloved @treedaddymcpuffpuff. ILYSM!😘

Warnings: mentions of past spousal abuse, mentions of animal abuse, religious trauma...you know, the usual social problems of depressed rural america... I can say that because I live here. divider by saradika part 1

2. 

You’re a heavy sleeper, but this takes the cake.

When you stagger into your kitchen and look out the window Tex’s Chevelle is parked half in your gravel driveway, half in your yard. And tethered to your fence post munching green grass to his heart’s content is a certain miniature equine who you’d tried to acquire with cold hard cash the night before.

Fuck.

You march outside in your threadbare nightgown and your bare feet, finding Tex asleep in the driver’s seat. How the hell did he even get this horse here with that car?

If he put Ziggy in the trunk you are going to murder him.

You pound on the window, and he wakes with a violent start. “Popsicles!”

“What?”

He looks around, before fixing on you, and seems to relax a hair. “Mornin’, darlin’.”

“What. The fuck. Did you do?”

“Uh…funny story…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What? Didn’t you want this horse?”

“Yeah, but…” You pull at your hair, feeling a migraine coming on already. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”

You turn in the dew-wet grass to go check on Ziggy. You hear Tex exiting the car behind you. “Don’t be mad, baby.”

“I’m not mad,” you answer sadly, running your fingers through the little horse’s coarse blond mane. “I’m scared.”

Ziggy nibbles at your fingers with his meaty lips, wanting the treats he associates you with. He was going to need a whole lot more than molasses cookies though. You could already tell how your day was going to go.

“Don’t be scared either, darlin’,” Tex says behind you.

“Easy for you to say. You realize this is the first place Dale is gonna come look? And he’ll probably bring Donnie too.”

Nevermind the restraining order you have. It won’t stop him. He’s friends with half the sheriff’s deputies anyway. The Barksdales are damn near untouchable. You learned that the oh so hard way.

“Honey, I’m not going to let them hurt you.” 

For the sake of the horse you keep your temper in check, moderating your voice when all you want to do is yell. “What are you going to do? Watch over me every minute of the day?” He lifts his brows like he likes that idea–you do too, which is batshit insane, because you don’t actually know a goddamn thing about this man.

“Hold on. How did you even know where I live?”

He shrugs. “Not hard to find out, if you know where to look.”

“Well that’s not creepy at all.”

You guess all he’d have to do is ask at the gas station–your family’s been here long enough that it’s basically common knowledge.

You stand there in your faded floral muumuu and your bare feet, toe to toe with this tall dark man and if you had any sense you would be afraid…but you’re not. You’re not because you just don’t think he’ll hurt you. You feel it in your bones and you haven’t had that certainty about any man in so long you can’t remember, and it’s driving you a little wild inside.

“I need my boots,” you sigh, and brush past him to go back to the house.

***

You put Ziggy in the farthest back stall of your barn, where he’ll be out of sight should anyone come looking. With a flake of hay and some grains in his bucket, he seems perfectly content, the sweet sound of him munching filling the old oak building. You lean on a rough sawn post and watch him with a storm in your heart, wondering how long its been since he’d been able to eat his fill.

There will be a price to pay for this little horse’s well being, and you decide whatever it is will be worth it, even if you are afraid. Tex’s presence might deter vengeance for a little while, but he won’t be here forever. You know he won’t, no matter how nice it is to think it, so you’d better be ready.

You were going to have to think on this.

But first, you were going to have to call the ferrier. Luckily you had a friend who wouldn’t rat you out to the Barksdales. Angela was tough as nails and didn’t kowtow to their bullshit. 

It occurs to you that maybe the best thing for Ziggy, and the best thing for you, might be to get this horse far away from here. You wouldn’t put it past Dale or Donnie or one of his other heartless relatives to sneak into your barn in the dead of night and do something awful. There wouldn’t be a whole lot you could do about it either.

You’ve had this horse for about 5 seconds, and the thought of giving him up already breaks your heart.

Tex has been standing silently beside you. You feel his eyes on you, but in what you suspect is a rare occurrence, he’s not running his mouth, giving you space to think. But when you give a heavy sigh he finally breaks. “Come on, darlin’, I thought this would make you happy. It kills me to see you sad.” He opens his arms to you, but you eye them warily. It’s too tempting by far. The way this man is dangerous to you, is that you could get too used to his company too quick.

“You want breakfast?” you deflect.

He nods, those dark eyes taking the measure of you, looking through you, you’re afraid, right into your soul. “Sure.” But he doesn’t move, still just looking at you. 

“What?” you grouse.

Your annoyance only makes him grin.

“Did I mention you’re the cutest little thing in a muumuu and muck boots this side of the Mississippi?”

You roll your eyes, not believing him for a minute. Your hair is still in its bird’s nest of a sleeping braid and you haven’t had your coffee yet. With hands on your hips you look him over too. He’s still wearing the same shirt as last night, and his eyes are a little bloodshot.

“Did you tie one on last night and steal that horse?”

He scrubs at the back of his neck, looking all the while like a guilty schoolboy. “Well…about that…”

This is the thing that finally breaks through your black mood, lifting your sorrow like a blanket. The thought of this man committing grand theft pony–dare you think it, for you–brings a small smile to your lips, and a whole lot of sunshine to your heart.

“Tell me in the house. I’m hungry.” When he doesn’t immediately budge you turn him by the shoulders and give him a shove. Without really thinking about it, you smack his ass for good measure. That tight little behind is round, and firm, and you bite your lip without meaning to, wishing it was something else.

He makes a show of jumping with surprise, smirking at you knowingly over his shoulder. “Watch it, baby girl, or I’mma get myself a handful next,” he warns you with a wicked glint in his eye that makes your insides churn. 

You don’t know what insane notion possesses you, when you stick out your tongue at him– and run. 

You're smarter than this. You know you don't run from a predator. You face them down and smack them on the nose. 

His laughter from right behind you makes an electric thrill zip from your heart to your toes. Dear Lord. No man should be this much fun. 

He really is like a drug, and you don’t know what you were thinking running from him, because you are not fast, and you are clumsy, but somehow it’s him behind you who lets out a surprised yell.

You turn to find Tex with his foot in a hole up to his calf. “Oh my god. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” He extricates himself, and you both peer down into a tunnel running under the aisle of your dirt floor barn. You look at the direction, and follow it to an unoccupied stall. Throwing open the door, you find mounds and mounds of freshly disturbed earth.

“Motherfucker. That groundhog is back.”

Tex looks at the impressive damage with eyebrows raised high. “Goddam. You sure it ain’t a bear? Or a rogue bulldozer?”

“Yes. I can’t deal with this now. Come on.” You take his hand, pulling him towards the house, and he happily follows.

You pause at the front door. “Umm…it’s going to be chaos for a minute. Fair warning.” Then you lead him into the fray.

Chichi is a tiny black and tan tornado at your feet, yipping and screaming. You shake a treat can and hand one to Tex. “Give this to him if you want to live.”

Raising an eyebrow, Tex complies, crouching down to the little dog’s level to offer the morsel. Chichi gobbles it and quiets down, switching to sniffing and licking as Tex scratches his side. His hand is almost as big as your dog, and it touches your heart, how sweet he is to the little creature. Satisfied, Chichi runs back to you for a snuggle.

“We good now?” you ask the little chihuahua. He licks you fervently, and you laugh, setting him back down on the floor. Your bulldog reacts in the exact opposite manner, not even getting out of her bed, only deigning to open one eye to regard your visitor. Your conure has joined in the cacophony, and will not quiet until you give him a piece of apple.

“I hope you like fresh eggs and bacon, it’s all I got.”

“Alright.” He seems amused by you, and the happy mayhem of your home, looking around with a sparkle in his eye. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Sure.” You point him in the right direction and go to the kitchen, lighting a burner under your cast iron skillet. You busy yourself with frying bacon and cracking eggs and filling the kettle for coffee. You are so concentrated on your task that it takes you a moment to notice Tex leaning on the door jam–sans shirt.

You blink, and nearly put your hand in the hot pan. “You forget something?” you ask, trying like hell not to stare at the broad expanse of muscled torso before you. Jesus fucking christ, that’s not fair.

“My clean shirts are back at the motel,” he defends. 

His hair is slightly damp from washing up, looking unfairly edible.

He sidles closer, and you notice the top button of his jeans is undone. A long scar runs down the center of his abdomen, leading your eye to a dark patch of hair that disappears into his waistband. 

Evil. This man is pure evil–and you want to taste every inch of him.

“My eyes are up here, darlin’,” he says with a smirk. 

“You are a menace,” you grouse, holding up a spatula in defense as he just keeps getting closer. He smirks, looking down at the implement.

“You gonna spank me, sweetheart?”

“I would, but I’m afraid you’d like it.”

You are warm all over, and it has nothing to do with slaving over a hot stove.

“Can I help?”

Like he hasn’t helped enough.

“Sure. Pour that hot water into that carafe.”

He looks between the french press, the kettle, and you. “Ever heard of a Mr. Coffee?”

“We don’t tolerate weak coffee in this house.”

He grins at you, doing as he’s told. He even knows to stir it with a wooden spoon, which makes you think he was just pulling your leg.

While you are flipping bacon you feel him zero in behind you, the line of warmth from his body like a heat lamp at your back. “Smells wonderful,” he says, daring to touch your waist.

“It’s meat candy, what do you expect?” You’re not sure if you’re talking about the bacon, or him. 

“Hmm.” His chuckle is a low rumble behind you. You feel it reverberate in your bones. The tips of his fingers press into your sides as he grips fistfuls of your nightgown–and you–as he nuzzles your hair. The sound you make as you wiggle in his arms is almost cartoonish. He takes no mercy, laughing and holding you closer. The warm, solid line of his body behind you is divine, so wonderful you can hardly stand it.

“You are going to make me burn the bacon!” you screech in an attempt at self-defense.

“That’s alright, I’ll just eat you for breakfast,” he tells you in that low growl that makes your knees weak, ducking to nibble at your ear. It’s possible you give in for a few seconds, your head rocking back against his shoulder as he holds you. Why does it have to feel like you fit together so well? When his long fingers bunch in your skirt, pulling it up as his other hand reaches for your breast you think you might combust. In a panic you smack his hand with the spatula with a little scream, trying not to giggle. 

“Go sit down!”

With a wicked chuckle he skips out of reach before you can smack him again, collapsing into one of the old wooden kitchen chairs. His smoldering gaze meets yours, and you feel unsettled. 

This man. Lord save you.

Or not. Maybe…you don’t want to be saved.

“I don’t know how you do things in Texas, but here you don’t get to feel a girl up just because you rustled a horse for her.”

He grins, baring his teeth like he means to eat you.

“Sorry, darlin’, blame the muumuu.”

You try to keep a straight face, but in the end you fail utterly. 

“You gonna tell me how all this happened?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“No, but I should.”

“Hmm. Well, after the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met abandoned me at the fair–”

“Oh save it, Mr. L.A. stuntman.”

He grins but goes on, “I had to do something to nurse my broken heart. So I went to the aforementioned TJ’s by the creek…”

“Ok, this is starting to make sense.”

You start setting dishes of food and plates on the table. Eggs, bacon, toast, butter and jam, and of course, coffee. “And I only had one drink, because I’m a cautious sort of fellow…”

“Yes, that has been made glaringly apparent in the short time I've known you.”

He nods in agreement with a fey glint in his eye all the while. “And who walks in, but our friend Dale…”

“Oh god. You didn’t pick a fight with him, did you?”

“I did not. I went out to the parking lot, to find his horse trailer still full of petting zoo employees conveniently two cars away from mine.”

You cover your mouth, so he can’t see the absolutely feral grin forming on your lips. “You didn’t.”

“I so did. Let the goats out to disperse in the woods there, and wouldn’t you know Ziggy fit right in my passenger seat?”

You are picturing this big tough man in his muscle car peeling out down the road with that cute little horse as a co-pilot. That must be the point when you officially lose your sanity, because you crawl into his lap, planting a big kiss right on his mouth. He lets out a low moan of appreciation, cupping your rear end in his two big hands.

“Tex?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“You’re a goddamned hero.”

“I know! I’ve been trying to tell you,” he says with a grin, stealing another kiss.

You try to extricate yourself to go sit in the opposite chair, but he will not let you. You eat breakfast together, sitting in his lap, his big warm hand on your thigh while you giggle and feed each other morsels and talk, and you can’t help but feel like things might turn out afterall.

***

Tex is helping you do the dishes, or maybe distracting you from doing the dishes, because he keeps plying you with toe curling kisses, when the two of you watch a battered red Chevy pickup pull down your driveway.

“Shit,” you say, recognizing it immediately.

“Here we go. Later than I expected.”

You look up at him open mouthed, an involuntary fear response coursing through your veins, turning your limbs ice cold. “You expected?”

“It’s alright, darlin’. Stay inside.” He kisses your forehead, cradling your cheek with a sweet assurance that you want to believe in, more than anything. It would be too good to be true, to have a man who could really protect you. Someone you could just…depend on. You want it with every fiber of your being, and rather than get your shotgun and run out to the porch on bare feet, you stand there in the kitchen and watch Tex go out the door, pulling a white t-shirt down over a blocky black object tucked into the back of his jeans.

Oh Lord. 

Predictably, Dale is driving, and your blood turns to ice as your piece-of-shit ex spills out of the passenger seat. And even though you know the very Devil is standing there in your driveway, your first thought, as ever when seeing Donnie Barksdale, is damn he looks good. 

There really is something wrong with you. 

He’s wearing a flannel with the sleeves cut off and his usual trucker hat advertising some manner of farm implement (as if he’s ever worked that hard). As always, the sight of Donnie feels like a sharp knife shoved up between your ribs. No matter what he did to you, a part of you will always love that man, or at least, the boy he was when he was your friend, your first love, before he became so hell bent on destroying you. To this day, you do not understand what you ever did to that man, to make him turn on you so violently. You offered him all the love in your heart, and in turn he made you feel worthless. For a time, you actually believed it was true. Now you know better, but it’s been a long, hard road.

“Who the hell are you?” barks Donnie up at the self-assured man standing sentry on your front porch. 

“That’s not what you should be worryin’ about right now,” answers Tex, leaning on the post. 

“That a fact?” 

“Yep. The thing you should be worryin’ about is that you’re trespassin’.” 

Dale exits his truck, leaning on the dented hood. “That’s the fucker that hit me last night, Donnie.” 

Donnie nods, sizing Tex up. The thing about Donnie is…he doesn’t like to get into a fight he doesn’t know he’s going to win. And Tex is a helluva wildcard. It’s possible your no-good wife-beatin’ ex finally met his match. 

“He’s leaving out the bit about askin’ for it. Is beatin’ on y/n y/l/n just a universal pastime in this county for you boys when you run outta pigs to fuck, or what?” drawls Tex, picking at his fingernails. 

Donnie bristles at this, taking a step forward. “Motherfucker–” 

“That’s as far as you go, son,” warns Tex, producing the object from the back of his jeans. You knew it was a gun. You did not know it was that big of a gun. Donnie is wearing his usual inscrutable aviators, but Dale’s eyes go wide. 

“We’re just here to get my stolen horse, mister,” says Dale, holding his hands up. 

“Aww, you boys missin’ your lil’ pony? Better check the lost and found then. It ain’t here.” 

“We’ll have a look for ourselves,” spits Donnie, stepping towards the barn. 

Boom!

The report of the pistol is deafening, and the bullet sends up an explosion of gravel right in front of Donnie’s feet. The dogs and the bird go crazy, starting up and barking and screeching. Donnie jumps backwards three feet, his glasses falling off into the dirt. The expression of fear on his face is as rare as it is priceless. 

“You crazy asshole!”

You scoop up Chichi, trying to comfort him. The little dog trembles like a leaf in your arms. You murmur nonsense to it, but your eyes are glued to the confrontation outside, adrenaline rolling through your veins like flash flood water. You realize you’re shaking almost as badly as the dog. 

“Guilty. Ever seen a Desert Eagle? Shoots a big fuckin’ bullet. A .50 caliber round will explode your kneecap like an apple.” Tex whistles with appreciation, and you’re pretty sure Donnie goes pale. “Wanna test my aim today? I might miss and hit you in the balls.” 

You shouldn’t be enjoying this the way you are, but God did that man have it coming. 

 “We should call the Sheriff on you!” 

“Please do. This is a ‘stand your ground’ state. We can tell him about how you’re trespassing, and I’m pretty sure you ain’t supposed to be within 300 yards of that pretty little thing watchin’ us from the kitchen.” 

Donnie’s attention zeroes in on the window, and you sense it like a laser sight fixed upon you. You hate it, how just that hateful look makes you flinch. 

“Y/n!” Donnie calls. “Come out here!” 

“She don’t need to come out here,” says Tex. “She ain’t gonna save you.” 

Donnie seems actually surprised, when you do not obey him, staying put in your spot in the kitchen. 

When the two men just stand there in the driveway, frozen and speechless, Tex cocks the pistol for show. “You need another demonstration? Git!”

“This ain’t over, fucker!” spits Donnie, pointing menacingly–from a safe distance. 

“You better hope it is. Don’t come back, and if either one of you ever touches her again I’ll kill you. That’s a promise. Now get the fuck out of here!” 

Spoiling for a fight but clearly outgunned, the two men back towards the truck, slowly climbing in. “There you go. See ya, bronies!” 

Tex waves the pistol in their direction, and you hear Donnie yell at Dale, “Fuck! Drive! Drive!”

Dale peels out, leaving ruts in your gravel and a dust cloud as they go.

Tex stays on the porch watching until their truck is good and gone. When he finally makes it back into the house you are a teary-eyed little mess. When he sees you the flint in his eyes immediately softens. “Aw, don’t cry honey, c’mere.” You do, and with your head resting on the solid warm wall that is this man’s chest you start to lose it. 

“You actually did it.” 

“Course I did. I told you I would,” he says, stroking your hair as he holds you.

“But…you actually did it,” you say again, because you still cannot believe what just happened. No man has managed to stand up to Donnie Barksdale since your Grandpa, at 80 years old, who stood between you and Donnie in the very same spot on the porch, with the same 12 gauge you still keep behind the hutch, and threatened to cut your then-husband in half if he took another step closer. 

It was the last night Donnie beat on you, and broke your orbital bone, two of your teeth, and your arm. You’d escaped into the dark woods that night, and even though you are not stealthy or fast you managed by some miracle to make it through the brush and thorns and barbed wire fences the two miles to your grandparents’ farm house. It was the last straw, and you finally set the wheel in motion to divorce him the next day. 

You are not a pretty crier, but Tex lets you soak his shirt with tears and snot, holding you and murmuring sweet nonsense. “That’s right, honey, get it out. It’s ok.”

For once, it doesn’t sound like an empty placation. Donnie seemed genuinely scared of Tex, and Dale is an even bigger coward than Donnie. Maybe…they really will just leave you alone. 

Stranger things have happened. 

“I’m sorry,” you wheeze, trying to pull away to get a tissue. “I’m a mess.” 

But Tex pulls you back, not seeming to care one bit, and when his lips touch yours it really does seem like everything in the world has turned right. 

Amusingly, Chichi has been sandwiched between all this in your arms, and only just begins to put up a grumble of protest. “Oh hush, lil buddy,” says Tex, not unkindly, scratching the little dog under the chin. He does nearly the same thing to you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “You alright?”

You nod and offer a watery smile, setting the dog down on the ground. It’s not what Chichi wants, but he’ll live. “Yes. Thank you.” 

If Donnie believed what Tex said…you do too. There is something dangerous about this man. A wildness that makes his threat feel like a promise. You guess that when the law fails you, what you truly need is an outlaw who keeps his word. Yet you truly believe he’s not a danger to you. You feel safe with him, and maybe that’s the biggest miracle of all. 

“As silly as this sounds after the morning we’ve had…I really do have to go to work.” 

“Alright. I’ll drive you.” A part of you wants to say it’s not necessary. But the other half of you? Just wants to bask in this new found feeling of security while it lasts. You can’t expect Tex to stick around forever to babysit you. But for right now…god, it feels good, to not have to carry this weight all on your own shoulders. 

You kiss him again, and it is warm, and sweet as sugar cookies fresh from the oven. You melt into him, and with his strong arms around your waist, then lower, it is very hard to get up the motivation to go clean up and put on your uniform. 

“Honey, you keep kissin’ me like that and we’re not goin’ anywhere.” 

It’s embarrassing, but you know the sound you make in answer is something like a cat in heat, your fingers curling in the soft cotton of his t-shirt. You feel his words inside you–in the rhythm of your heart, and the throb of your loins. It’s damn near unbearable, this sudden restlessness you feel inside.

You don’t have anyone else to depend on, so you always have to do the responsible thing. Go to work. Get the money. Pay the bills. No one escapes the bullshit death march of Capitalism, except the fuckers who are running the game.

And yet. Maybe…just this once…you could call in sick. 

You stand on tiptoe to kiss him again, grabbing fistfuls of the fluffy waves of his now dried hair. “Tex?” 

“Yeah, baby.” His voice is pure honey dripping golden in the sun. 

“Let’s go upstairs.” His big hands flex against the soft curves of your hips, grabbing fistfuls of nightgown like he’s thinking about tearing it off of you. Incredibly, he says nothing glib, just nods. But when he looks down at you for a long, heated moment–you think he could burn down the world, with the fire in that dark gaze. 

“Lead the way, darlin’.” 

You take his big, beautiful hands in yours, and pull him towards the stairs.

[iamthecomet]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯: 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘦

Rating: Pairing: Mountain & Cumulus & Dew Word Count: 743 Mountain and Cumulus make Dew's favorite cake for his summoning day. Mushy May brought to you by @forlorn-crows Divider by @ghuleh-recs

Mountain doesn’t consider himself much of a baker. He isn’t Cumulus who can whip up scones, and cookies, and marvelous cakes in an afternoon. He isn’t Dew who has an overall knowledge of all things kitchen that seems to be endless. But, he knows how to follow a recipe. And he knows how to make one thing perfectly.

Dew’s summoning day cake. 

If it was up to Dew–no one would make him anything. They’d have dinner together–that Dew cooked, and play games on the ancient N64 system, or watch a campy horror movie. There would be no cake, no gifts, no fuss. 

It’s not because Dew doesn’t like cake and gifts and fuss–it’s because he doesn’t think he deserves them–sees them as superfluous. 

Mountain won’t stand for it. 

Cumulus is with him, of course. Mountain feels better with her around when he’s baking. Like even if she just stood somewhere in the room and didn’t help it would come out better. She’s standing next to him, creaming butter and sugar while Mountain steeps strong earl gray tea to infuse into the batter. 

Cumulus measures out honey and adds it to her mixture of wet ingredients. Eggs are next. The kitchen already smells divine and they haven’t even put it in the oven yet. 

“He’s going to complain,” Mountain says, apprehensive. 

“He always complains. He doesn’t like when people do things for him.”

“I just wonder if maybe we should listen to him for once.” Mountain strains the tea into Cumulus’ mixture and she sighs. Humming softly as the herbal smell hits her. She adds a dash of lavender–her secret ingredient. 

“What and do nothing?” 

Mountain shakes his head. “Less, maybe. I mean I don’t like when people go all out for me–it feels–I don’t like to be seen like that.” 

“But that’s you, Mount,” Cumulus says softly, watching Mountain sift dry ingredients together. “Dew’s different. And we’re already making the cake.” 

“I don’t mean the cake. Of course we have to make the cake. I mean the gifts, the fawning over him. Maybe we could just watch a bad movie and–”

“Are you really going to be able to watch him make us all dinner on his summoning day and not help at all?” 

Mountain shakes his head. “No.” 

“What did you get him?” 

“Besides the cake?”

Cumulus laughs, she nudges Mountain with her hip. “What? Are you keeping it from me too?” 

Mountain blushes a little. “He found this rock when we were on tour, it’s not even anything special but it’s pretty. I…I might have stolen it from him and made it into a necklace.” 

Cumulus laughs, bright and airy. She takes the bowl of dry ingredients from Mountain and starts to add them little by little to the wet. “And you say you don’t want to fawn over him.”

Mountain flushes, he can’t help it. “He deserves it.” 

Cumulus nods in agreement as she mixes the batter. Mountain watches it come together–he dips his finger in, unable to resist the herbal sweetness of it. The lingering flavor of honey and bergamot burst on his tongue. He goes for another taste and Cumulus bats his hand away.  “Save some for, Droplet.” 

“Droplet will get plenty,” Mountain says, leaning over and kissing her on the temple, sneaking his finger into the batter as he does. 

“Enough!” She hip checks him, and curls her arm protectively over the bowl. “Go make the caramel or the frosting or something. You know Swiss can only keep him busy for so long.” 

Mountain smiles warmly at her, turning to dump the softened butter into the stand mixer. “Yes, ma’am.” 

When Dew and Swiss appear–an hour and a half later, the cake is done. Sitting tall and proud on the table in the middle of the kitchenette. Perfectly iced, caramel glaze dripping decadently down the sides. 

Dew’s smile lights up his face, his eyes dart over to Mountain and Cumulus a pink blush rising to his cheeks. “You didn’t have to.” 

“You alway say that–and yet, we always do.” Cumulus crosse the room to pull Dew into a hug, to kiss him gently on the forehead. 

“Thank you,” he whispers.

Mountain answers Dew’s smile with one of his own. This–he remembers–is why they do this. Just for these small moments when Dew allows himself to be loved and doted on without complaint or embarrassment. For the moment when he sees his favorite cake, waiting, just for him.

[637lemonbelle637]

I'm weird and bored so. What do the Hashira smell like?

Giyuu Tomioka

So I think Giyuu would always smell like mint and chlorine. I did get that from somebody else and I think it fits him. I don't know why. He probably never even uses breath mints, he probably uses those mint squares. The weird paper things.

Shinobu Kocho

Dove. Just straight up smells like a dove soap bar. She just gives off that fresh scent of a freshly cleaned bathroom. Either that or morning dew. Probably because the morning dew from the grass seeps into her shoes way to often...

Gyomei Himejima

Wet rocks. Just straight river stone. He gives off the smell of nature. Like sniff him and you can smell a Bob Ross painting. It's oddly soothing... Like skipping stones..

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sapwood. A fresh fruit smell. Something tropical and soothing. like fruit punch. Something fresh that makes you want to go on summer vacation when it's the middle of the winter. It most likely comes from his hair. He doesn't wash his hair with shampoo and instead makes his own conditioner ( probably like how Inosuke does ) He most likely mashes up some bananas and mixes it with honey and milk. His hair gets frizzy and dry easily so this treats it really well. Mmmm. Bananas.

Tengen Uzui

Citrus. Like lemon. His smell probably stings. He most likely uses lemon juice to fight wrinkles and signs of ageing. He then dulls it down with something more water based. Probably including coconut to help keep his skin moisturized. At this point he smells like a salon.. (It tingles the other Hashira's nose hairs..)

Obanai Iguro

He probably smells like cloth or laundry detergent and cologne. The cloth nd laundry detergent come from his clothes since his haori is much bigger then he actually is. And the Cologne. I bet he just wears it or something like it so he can mask the fact that he has a snake crawling on him all the time and that never leaves his shoulder. Kabumaru probably shed on him before.. or worse...

Mitsuri Kanroji

Sweet honey. She smells like sugar, like a bakery. Fresh bread and berries, a calming and nice scent. Cookies and milk. She just smells like food. Like those cinnamon shampoos people use. Her scent probably changes season to season since she would most likely make her products seasonal. (The candy cane scent is Obanai's favorite)

Rengoku Kyojuro

He smells like cats. Like the great outdoors. He gives off a man musk that isn't to strong but is easily noticeable as well. His hands always smell like pennies though. An iron smell. He also gives off the smell of a side walk. I don't know what that is meant to smell like but he just does.

Muichiro Tokito

Grass. He smells like grass. That's it. Just straight grass.

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Yeah that's how I think they would smell.....

[annab-nana]

steve harrington and using the made-up words of their child(ren) in all their conversations

please he so would

warnings: not proofread

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“okay…” steve trailed off while his eyes scattered around the selection of cereals. you were home with the twins so he had robin join him on his shopping trip. “jamie likes the barbie cereal and jack likes cookie crisp.”

robin stepped forward to grab the cookie crisp for the boy while steve’s hand found the pink box with a barbie on it for his daughter. a few seconds later, his eyes glanced over to the yellow box of honey combs before he picked it up.

“i should probably go ahead and get this for eddie, right?”

robin nodded with a chuckle. “is he ever at his own house?”

“sometimes,” steve shared but he didn’t mind eddie’s presence all that much. surprisingly, eddie was pretty good with the kids and you loved having him around. eddie just didn’t like being alone. he thrived in chaos with people and at a house with two adults, two toddlers, and a baby on the way, there were a lot of people and a lot of chaos. “i should probably get some green coke for him too.”

“some what?” robin inquired with a grin.

“green coke,” steve said matter-of-factly, looking at robin with furrowed brows as if she had no reason to be confused. then he realized that robin had no idea what he was talking about. “mountain dew. the twins have been calling it green coke lately. all soda is coke to them, just different colors.”

“okayyy,” she dragged out, teasing steve while walking ahead of him a bit in the aisle.

“what?” he inquired, “come on, it’s not that weird.”

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[didsomeonesaybuffet]

It isn’t often Dean gets to enjoy the quiet, so for now he relishes it. Feeling a warm spring breeze gracing the back of his neck and watching the cherry blossom petals dancing lazily to the sun drenched grass, which is still slick and glistening with morning dew – emerald green against the first hints of blue in the flowers that are just beginning to consider making their debut appearance for the year.

He looks up from the book he’s been pouring over – some old mushy romance novel he picked up from a yard sale a few towns back. He told Sam it was a sort of action thing; he told Cas the truth.

He lifts his face to the sun and lets the light just linger there, kissing each and every freckle as it warms him right to his core.

The Angel shifts beside him and a soft smile touches his lips. Slowly, he turns to face Cas, who is staring intently at the daisy between his index finger and thumb. Dean’s smile deepens as the warmth returns to his heart, this time without any involvement from the sun.

He fidgets, his arm brushing against Cas’, which seems to break whatever spell the daisy has on Cas, who looks at Dean with those soft blue eyes. At first he seems startled, as though he’d been as far from reality as anyone could be, but gazing into those green eyes that seem to have picked up some of the sun’s golden hues, he softens and grins.

‘Whatcha thinkin’ about, sunshine?’ Dean murmurs through his smile, all deep and honey-toned. Cas looks down at the flower in his fingers and then holds it up in front of Dean.

‘Just about the intricacy of this flower. Look at how perfect it is –‘ he passes the daisy to Dean, who holds it close to his face and considers it. ‘You see how the petals overlap? How the middle is such a bright yellow but none of the pollen stains the petals. And the very edges of the petals are pink – I just find them fascinating.’ He looks up at Dean, then, and almost forgets about the daisy as he takes in the soft way Dean considers the flower, the way the sunlight picks out each eyelash and the soft curve of Dean’s lips. Then Dean looks up at him and they share one of those smiles that makes Sam roll his eyes when he catches them.

Dean leans over and kisses Cas’ cheek before resting his head on the angel’s shoulder. He sighs deeply when Cas leans into him, inhaling the light scent of rose shampoo he’s always loved in Dean’s hair, before kissing the top of his head and relaxing into their usual relaxing-on-the-hood-of-the-car posture, which he’s sure he’d be happy to stay in forever, should the need arise.

In the back seat of the Impala, Sam looks up from the recipe book he picked up at that same yard sale (the cookies don’t sound too healthy, but they do sound good) to see why the sunlight was suddenly extinguished. He grins to himself, seeing his brother nestled into the Angel’s neck, Cas’ arm around Dean’s shoulder and their quiet mumbling carried into the car by the breeze.

‘Would you too get a room?’ He chides, holding back his laughter.

‘Shut it, bitch’ is all he gets back, but he can hear Cas’ affectionate eye roll and the smile in Dean’s voice.

Dean lifts his head from the Angel’s shoulder and rests his hand on top of Cas’, allowing their fingers to interlock a little and enjoying the way the sunlight glints off of the ring on the third finger on his left hand. ‘We should head off if we wanna make it for lunch – next town’s a couple hours away.’

Cas stands and pulls Dean with him, luring him into a tender kiss. Still smiling, he lets Dean go and walks back to the passenger door. Dean takes a moment to open his book, where he places the daisy that Cas gave him, taking one last wistful look at it before closing the pages and giving the book a gentle squeeze, hoping it would dry out nicely, just like all the others.

[emyluwinter]

for @madamdiaval it took me a while to form my thoughts and yet I feel that this text came out incoherent. but I want to publish it.

Excellent. *puts a tray with hot tea, cookies and a box of handkerchiefs next to it. *Make yourself comfortable, honey.

Whatever I say next, you can not take seriously and not be 100% reliable

Just…..I really understand Malleus' feelings.

Using the term "full of unused love" - because he has not received "love" since birth (several of its forms in the form of a parent's love for the family factor, platonic in friendship) and it languishes in him until now.

Therefore, he will perceive so painfully that two people who have shown him unfamiliar feelings and sensations may disappear from his life. These feelings are pleasant for him, they are new and unexplored. But like a desiccated earth, he craves at least a couple of drops of this dew in the form of love in any form. Just as he longs to give it away.

As far as we know, the current ruling queen Malefecia, the grandmother of Malleus, is a very busy person. And due to circumstances in childhood, there was no "clear" model of behavior in the form of a parent for the little prince. The absence of such an important part for the formation of a personality for a child, especially a small one, is a very important factor. Yes, maybe she loves her grandson very much and protects him along with her vassals or the ruling elite (sorry, I'm not strong in public administration), It is quite possible to manic, but this may be little confirmed yet due to lack of information.

The really important moment for the little Malleus is apparently just…..there was no.

There were no moments that strengthen attachment and contribute to some kind of "exchange" and accumulation of social experience and role model behavior.

Often meals are held alone, birthday (a very important day for any child!) this is a national holiday.Because of which he is loaded with royal duties throughout the day. In the end, time after time getting a big cake that simply has no one to share.

Therefore, Lilia in this aspect can be projected as a kind of parent for Malleus. Although most of the fandom also thinks that Lilia literally replaced his family. Which I agree with.

I may be wrong, but Lilia was not the one who screams at a child for mistakes or misdemeanors. Maybe not in his nature. Yes, he is A VERY STRICT educator. For human experience, even extreme.

Vanrouge definitely passed on a lot of his own experience to teach Draconia. Playing stringed instruments is an example of that. The exchange of experience, education and upbringing for a child is an integral part. It can also be compared to some form of caring if you want.

This is also a very important part for Malleus, because Vanrouge was the one who bestowed care more than anyone in the castle. Also gifts and probably letters from Lilia's travels, all this can be a treasure for someone who is "locked up against his will" A grain of fresh air that he craves so much at times.

The loss of the Lilia's parent figure for Malleus may be much deeper than it seems. (Sorry if it sounds like I'm already holding a Vanrouge funeral in advance)

The loss of a parental figure, especially one that was very close to the heart and gave a large emotional and sensual spectrum. It can be extremely painful. This can be displayed as a return to the period of loneliness in childhood. And it may also be a reflection that his childhood and adolescence when Malleus could feel the support in the form of experience of life, mind and all the qualities of Lilia…

and…this

….will disappear.

Subconsciously, it is quite possible that Malleus by all means does not want to return to the most difficult period for him. Go back to your past. Frightening to everyone, lonely and locked in his own cage castle.

Because then it makes sense for him to see the frightening future of the lonely king. With an unknown ever-presenting opportunity to have at least some grains of new experience through communication or a friend in principle.

Have you noticed that Malleus is sometimes just a little bit late? in some situations. As if his reaction is slow or does not keep up on time. This can be referred to as his distortion of the perception of time. BUT with isolation and prolonged loneliness, a distortion of the perception of time begins to form This is often present in office workers who do not have windows or any available indicators about finding the sun. If we recall that Malleus was literally "locked" in his own castle. And add to this social isolation and loneliness….then this may well explain everything.

And now

This is a completely new experience for Malleus.

For him, the familiar model of behavior in relation to him is very stable. Respect and exaltation of him practically into a kind of cult. - in the actions of Sebek, this is very well shown. Respect for both the stronger and the duty to preserve his life in order to further fulfill the duties of the crown. In this regard, Silver also wears the "grown up together" model under the gaze of one parent - Lilia. Therefore, these two secretly take care of each other, as if the neighbor's child grew up with you and you communicate quite closely.

Patterns of behavior of a parent- child in relation to Lilia and grandmother.

Students ….please forgive me with this model it is a little difficult for me in the description. Because in the direction of Malleus, each of the same leaders of the dormitories has it in one way or another.

Otherwise, all students mostly avoid Malleus as cholera. Excuse the expression.

But Yuu's behavior pattern was completely unknown to Malleus.

And he was hooked on it. It was as if it clicked in his head that this was a normal reaction that he lacked.

This communication and interaction was like a breath of fresh air for which Draconia is hungry. TERRIBLY HUNGRY. But he is too well-mannered and very cautious, curious to lose this chance.

You may notice that Draconia throughout the storyline does not rush the events of communication. A couple of phrases here, a couple of conversations here and there. So far, this is a new territory for Tsunotaro and he is trying to hide this blessed new and unknown for him. From the husk of the usual reaction to which he has already become accustomed and encountered an infinite number of times.

Therefore, Tsunotaro feels more relaxed (letting go of all the phrases because of which Simps like me squeak like seagulls.) Feeling "normal" and finally getting that communication and action that he craved so much as a child.

Communication and spending time with peers (well, almost, given his longevity) Getting nicknames, invitations to be together. Or small hidden moments when you can "accidentally" bump into each other in one place and even briefly chat.

The very routine that is sorely lacking in the life of Draconia.

So if you do a little reflection. Lilia is a seed bond, parental love. Yuu is a friendly bond, platonic or romantic. The devil knows, because of his behavior, you can consider it under different meanings.

but.

Malleus Draconia is full of unused love.

Gentle, soft, sensitive, protecting what he will protect with such trepidation. Deliberate, and not intrusive. Careful in the case of Yuu. Unhurried and unhurried, in order to feel and live all the moments and all the emotions and feelings at the pace at which they are both comfortable and comfortable.

If you compare Yuu with the Trio - Adeuce and Grimm, their relationship developed very rapidly. Both events and their actions played an important part.

And with Tsunotaro, it's a leisurely walk, completely random. From time to time filled with trivial conversations about what happened. Without obliging or forcing anything.

At the same time!!It should be borne in mind that Malleus feels so comfortable and trusts Yuu that he tells any personal stories. Or the little things that are important to him.

He gives Yuu information so charmingly, watching their reaction. Is it possible to give more, what will be interesting for this topic and what should definitely be mentioned. Building a fragile house of cards, which subsequently acquires a strong foundation and walls that are not so easy to demolish. Which will fill the hole in his heart, and calm his storm in his thoughts.

[sweetkiller690]

Honey dew Boba Tea yuri

[papasbaseball]

Deck the Halls (Rain x Reader)

Summary: It's wintertime at the Ministry. Snow is falling, cookies are being baked, and community service time has arrived. All ghouls must participate in community service, which this time of year means creating decorations to bring holiday cheer to siblings, ghouls, and Papas.

One particular ghoul has had his eye on you for a while. Everyone seems to know except you. Will he be able to keep it under wraps while crafting?

Pairing: Rain x GN!Reader

Rating: T for Language

Warnings: Some self-deprecating talk.

AO3 Link

Dew threw the mess of popsicle sticks and glue at the wall.

"Dewdrop you will go clean that mess up right now!" You tried putting as much bass in your voice as possible. Your fists connected with your hips as you stared down the ghoul, his tail swatting back and forth like a cantankerous cat.

"Stupid fucking shit!" he yelled. "Why the fuck do we have to make decorations for the Ministry? I've got better shit to do like practicing. We're going to Europe soon and I need to be ready."

The trick worked, even if Dew did flip you off on his way over to the gooey mess. The room resumed its relative quiet of ghouls scribbling crayons and markers on poster boards, scissors snipping into coffee filters, and the rustling of Perler beads to be arranged for ironing. The quelling of the outburst seemed to have quashed any sort of rebellion, but you wanted to be sure.

"Just so everyone knows all Ghouls must participate in community service. Being part of the touring division of the Ghost project does not exempt you from this."

"I don't care about the community service bit," Dew snipped. "I just don't like making decorations."

"Hey, Dew!" Aether called out. "I made a decoration just for you!" He hoisted up a poster board with a crude drawing of ghoul genitalia, complete with spiral ribbing and thorny balls.

"Aether, while I appreciate the enthusiasm, let's try to keep our decorations Yule themed," you warned him with a sideways look.

"Can I get some help?" Rain said, tugging on your sleeve. He looked up, lips pressed together, waiting for you to assess his art project.

"Sure, friend! What's up?" You plopped down next to him to see a mess of glitter, glue sticks, and a torn-up asymmetrical coffee filter.

"I want to make the snowflake look like it's sparkling, but the glue stick keeps ripping through the snowflake." His shoulders heaved with a sigh. Pushing the mangled snowflake into the center of the table, he laid his head down in folded arms.

"Hey now, there's no need to get so sad." You rubbed his upper back in reassurance. The ghoul perked up almost immediately. "We can make the snowflake just like you wanted to."

"Really? Can you, um, show me how?" 

There was a soft patting sound coming from behind you. Turning to grab some coffee filters from the art supply cart behind you, you saw Rain's spade happily thumping on the wooden floor.

You gave one of the fresh coffee filters to him, keeping the other for yourself.

"So first you have to fold the filter into eighths," you said, demonstrating for the ghoul. Each time you made a new fold, you made sure to go back, making each crease as sharp as possible.

Rain sat there hands in his lap, even after you got done folding. "Do you think you could maybe fold mine for me?" he asked sheepishly. "My claws kept tearing the paper the first time I tried it."

"Of course, honey!" You gave him another rub between his shoulder blades, the thumping behind you resuming again, this time slightly louder than before. You quickly creased his filter, handing it back to him.

"Thanks," he smiled. He held the folded paper with his open palms, trying to avoid his claws.

"Next, we need to cut some shapes into the sides."

You both reached for the sole pair of scissors in the middle of the table. Hand brushing yours, Rain jerked his back as if he'd touched a branding iron.

"Go ahead and take them. I'll just use my claws."

Kissy noises coming from one of the other tables distracted you as you reached for the scissors. You half stood as you tried to see if you'd have to break up a fight between Dew and Aether. The noises stopped as soon as you stood.

"Weird," you said, sitting back down.

"Yeah," Rain laughed nervously, "totally weird." He went back to slicing ear shapes and triangles into his coffee filter, head bent forward casting a shadow on the craft.

You cut a few shapes into yours, waiting for Rain to finish with his. He cut one last half star, before turning back to you, the smile on his face notable. The ghoul rarely smiled, or so you thought. No one was really sure what Rain was truly like as he spent most of his time silently meditating in the grotto beneath the Ministry.

Smiling back, you were glad that he seemed to be enjoying your arts and crafts hour. You hoped that he would be proud of his work of art when you were both finished. 

"Now unfold the snowflake. It should look something like this," you said, showing off your handiwork to Rain.

Rain followed suit, carefully sliding his claw between the thin layers to separate and unfold them. He flexed his hands, palming flat the delicate paper work. It was beautiful, almost entirely covered in a flurry of hearts, definitely putting to shame his first attempt.

"Rain I love it! It looks gorgeous!" you gushed, reaching behind you to grab two pieces of construction paper, a container of Mod Podge, and some paintbrushes.

"I love you too. I mean! I love yours too!" his tail curled under the bench and the thwacking began anew, this time arrhythmically. More kissy sounds from the next table caused you to quirk a brow in that direction. The sounds stopped again, and you hoped this wasn't some newfound fad you'd be explaining to Sister Imperator later. You turned your attention back to Rain.

"Thank you, Rain. It's nothing much but I tried."

You slid the construction paper under your snowflakes and cracked open the container of Mod Podge. The scent that wafted from it was pungent but necessary to achieve the final step.

"Next we're going to brush on some of this. Since Mod Podge is liquid, it won't tear up the snowflake like the glue stick did. Here, have a brush!" Handing him a paintbrush, you dipped yours into the liquid and started spreading it quickly down the twists and turns of your snowflake.

"You're really good at crafts," Rain said, carefully painting the Mod Podge onto his snowflake. "How did you get so good?"

"Well, I guess the same way you got better at playing bass: with lots of practice."

"Yeah, but every time I try to do art I mess it up"

"The first few times we try anything we're bound to make mistakes. You just have to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and try again. Trying something new can be a bit nerve-wracking, but it's always worth it to give it a shot."

"Yeah I guess so," he laughed. With one last stroke, Rain's snowflake was now ready for glitter.

"Next part we can be as messy as we want. Sprinkle the glitter all over the snowflake. Don't worry about trying to get it directly on it: that's what the construction paper is for. Any leftover glitter we can just fold the paper and slide it right back into the container."

"That's really smart!" Rain smiled. He grabbed the container of white glitter from his first attempt and started shaking it onto his new masterpiece.

"Well, you know what they say: 'work smarter, not harder'," you said, dumping a canister of rainbow glitter you found on the table.

You'd almost finished up when Swiss came up behind you both. "Hey, that looks really good Rain! Are you going to give it to them?"

"To who? To me?" you said, looking up, hand to your chest. You couldn't imagine why Swiss thought he'd have to give it to you since all ghouls were responsible for hanging up their own decorations.

"Yeah, Rainy here has a crush on you. It looks like a ghoul courting present."

"Swiss! What the Hell!?" Rain smooshed a hand over his snowflake, trying to cover up the increasingly suspicious art project.

"C'mon Rain! You've been thumping your tail so loudly that everyone in the room can hear it. Don't be ashamed of wanting to get your freak on." 

Rain got up and bolted for the door, snowflake sticking to his hand. He tried shaking it off but to no avail. Throwing open the door, he didn't bother shutting it, instead continuing to run.

You looked up at Swiss.

"Man needed a push," he shrugged.

"As soon as I find Rain, you're apologizing to him," you said, pointing at him to get your point across.

He pushed the finger out of the way with the back of his hand. "Your authority ends at the art room door, sugar, and community service hour is almost up. I suggest you go find him before he drowns in the grotto. I'm sure Imperator would love to hear how you fucked that one up."

"Aether!" you called past Swiss.

"Yeah?" he called back.

"You're in charge until I get back. Make sure there's no funny business, okay?"

"You got it boss!" he said, making a mock salute. "Here that Dewey baby? I'm in charge now."

You left quickly. The less you saw of the consequences of your actions the better.

Running through the halls, you looked left and right for the grotto entrance. The area was unfamiliar, surrounded by ghoul dormitories and the apothecary alcove. You shut your eyes, looking back and forth trying to drudge up the memory of what the sibling of sin had told you at orientation.

"Over here are the ghoul dormitories and apothecary. You are allowed to visit the apothecary for maladies, but the ghoul dormitories are strictly off-limits. If you go down the hallway and to the right, you will find the entrance to the grotto. If you are caught down there you will find yourself a one-way ticket back to whatever sad city you came from. I'm telling you where it is so we don't have any 'accidents'," they had droned, jaded from past repetitions.

You took a deep breath and crossed the invisible forbidden barrier. Your heart beat faster, and your legs moved quicker, looking around for any potential snitches.

The entrance to the grotto was covered in a mosaic depiction of Hell. As you continued winding your way down the spiraling stairs, the red and orange tiles morphed to yellow, and at last to greens and blues of cool lagoons and stormy waves of the sea. The tiles continued into the grotto, forming a kind of peaceful sanctuary that washed tranquility over you like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Rain knelt at the edge of the water, staring at the snowflake stuck to his hand.

"It was supposed to be perfect and now I've fucked it all up," he sighed, voice echoing through the grotto. "Satan, Rain! Why do you have to be such a stupid idiot?! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

"Please don't talk to yourself like that," you said, coming up behind him to rest a hand on his shoulder.

The ghoul jolted, scrambling to get up, but lost his balance, tumbling into the water. He resurfaced quickly, floofy hair now a soggy mess, making his horns look larger. Looking up at you, he quickly snapped his gaze back down, hoisting himself out of the water. The snowflake was now a mushy wad stuck to his hand.

"You're not supposed to be here," he mumbled.

"I know." You held his hand and peeled off clumps of the sparkly wet paper, trying to make sure no sticky residue was left on the skin.

"You could be in a lot of trouble though."

"I know."

"Well?" he huffed. "Don't you care that you could be excommunicated?"

"I care about my friends." Putting a hand to his heart, you could feel the beginnings of a ghoul purr. Pulling the hand away, you went back to picking the mess off his hand.

"Is that how you see me? Just a friend?"

You looked up at him, seeing if he was looking. He immediately fixed his eyes on the mosaic walls behind you.

"You never asked if you wanted to be more than friends." Having successfully picked the snowflake off, you hesitantly shoved the wet clump into your pocket, deciding to throw it away once you got back to the art room.

"I was going to ask you, but now my present is ruined," he said, gesturing to your wet pocket. With two clean hands, he smoothed over and squeegeed the excess water out of his hair. Scrunching it up a bit, some of the waves started to form again in his dark locks, making him look more like Rain and less like a soggy rat.

"You could always have my snowflake." You looked at your feet, hoping he would catch on.

"Yeah, but I didn't make it."

"No. But I made it and if I give it to you then…"

"Oh. Oh!" he said, seeming to catch on. "Let me go get changed. Um… do you want to go for a walk in the rose garden later? I can bring a picnic basket. I'm not sure what humans eat exactly. I've never um… any humans before. Are you allergic to milk?"

"Come on," you laughed, "let's get you some dry clothes. I've got to go back to the art room and clean up whatever mess Aether supervised."

Holding out your hand, Rain carefully took it, mindful of his claws. You walked up the steps hand in hand, Rain's tail swishing to land on your outside hip. When you reached the top, you let go, feet angling towards the art room.

"Well, duty calls," you said. "Should I meet you in the cafeteria around 5?"

"Yes. That sounds like a plan," he said, pointing finger guns at you. "I'll see you then." And with that, he bounded up the stairs to the ghoul dormitories, two at a time.

You hadn’t gotten more than a hundred feet down the corridor when Rain came barreling back down the hallway, boots still squishing from his dip in the grotto.

"I forgot something," he panted.

"What?"

Quickly, cupping your face between his hands, he pressed his lips to your hairline. It was a soft kiss, not lasting more than a couple of seconds, but it was long enough to savor the drafty hallway, the way his soaked vest touched your own clothes, and the way his breath briefly ruffled your hair.

Pulling back, he turned, running back to the dormitories. He called back, “See you at 5!”

Waving back, your stomach flipped. This wasn’t how you expected a day of arts and crafts to end, but you couldn’t be happier about it.

[aresonist]

RUNS

please don’t think ur art is getting worse. I aspire to do art like u, my artstyle has taken so much stuff from u because I love it sm that actually saying ur art is getting worse is insulting to me 🙄 /nsrs

Ur art is sketchy but colourful and playful and soft

Ur art feels like a bonfire on a summer night in the middle of a forest, where people tell stories and play music and sing songs

Ur art looks like a walk on the beach as the sunsets, everything basked in honey golden light as the warm dark blue water hits the shore in small waves

Ur art is like walking through a forest with a friend, not talking but just sitting in that comfortable silence as birds chirp in the trees and leads sway in the air, trusting each other enough to not feel the need to speak to be entertained with one another

Ur art is like playing traditional songs passed down generations by generations in guitar

Ur art is like freshly baked cookies on Christmas

Ur art is like a traveler exploring the world with wonder and joy

Ur art is like watching bugs and insects on leads

Ur art is like early morning dew

Those are the vibes I get whenever I see ur art. Please don’t think ur art is getting worse because that is completely a blatant lie, and just something in ur mind. So, so many people love ur art and u deserve to be one of those people too.

this is genuienly one of the sweetest things ive ever been told wtf man

like this matters to me a lot dear lordddd

im gonna keep the quote ''So, so many people love ur art and u deserve to be one of those people too.'' close to my heart if you dont ind

[v-iolence-and-bloodshed]

Introduction

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How the Papas & Ghouls drink their coffee + Sister Imperator

• Papa Nihil

He says he drinks it black, however he puts hazelnut creamer and three sugars in.

• Papa Secundo

Doesnt drink coffee, because he doesnt need it, he drinks water and only water.

• Papa Terzo

He drinks his with two sugars and milk with a dash of vanilla, he has taste but enjoys the bitterness more.

• Papa Quatro

He drinks his coffee borderline white, Sugar cookie creamer, more sugars then you can count on hand, and Whipped cream, Nihil has scolded him for this.

• Sister Imperator

She actually drinks it black, and piping hot, sometimes slipping alcohol in there too

• Dewdrop / Sodomizer

Hes a middle man, he makes his coffee bitter but also sweet? might put bourbon in there.

• Mountain

Drinks his black for the most part, Might slip in some milk but he doesnt particularly enjoy sweets.

• Aether

He drinks it a little sweeter than dew, and puts cinnamon in it.

• Rain

He drinks tea, doesnt much like coffee, he usually drinks green or floral teas with honey.

• Cumulus

Drinks hot chocolate, or mochas, loves whipped cream and doesnt really drink coffee on its own

• Cirrus

Drinks it with milk and chocolate syrup, might even put some frothed milk with cocoa powder on top.

• Sunshine

Also drinks tea, but usually its sleepytime or green teas, loves matcha lattes if anything coffee based.

[this-is-the-movie]

let us tell the tale of another Dream Monster, somewhere else in the world of Magic Land, in another time… maybe.. I don't actually know when this happened in relation to the previous story..

…regardless!

[WIP] Chapter 1 The Prologue (Part II)

[Drawing 1 - Cover Art]

This is the story of Jack Honey-Dew.

[She is the 1st of the VII Main Characters_]

She lives with her pet woof Goldie, in a humble little home sitting on a roundabout, in a quaint little place called Claptrap City. She's carefree but caring of others, One Smart Cookie, and she's rather very small. A little lass. Here's the rundown; she's a little bundle of love.

[Drawing 1 - Jack Honey-Dew]

Today is a Very special day, as it's the birthday of Jack's parent, the one and only, Joey Buttermilk! Head inventor at Claptrap City, responsible for creating public transport! self opening doors! and countless other major (and minor) inventions to better the world of Planet-Magic-Land, and all of Magic Land in general! Somewhat clumsy and Extremely careless, but full of nothing but love for the world (and for their daughter)

[Drawing 2 - Joey Buttermilk]

Jack arrives at Joey's place, but Joey is nowhere to be seen! Snooping and Sneaking and Looking Around, she finds a VHS, addressed to her no less! So without further ado, she slots it into Joey's VHS Player, and watches the footage of Joey, filming themself from an unfamiliar place..

Joey - "Hey there sport, my little light of life, you're probably wondering why I'm nowhere to be found! So allow me to explain myself.. you know, I don't think I ever told you Jack... Long ago, long before I was blessed with the gift of little old You, and back when I had only just started making a name for myself as a... "moderately"…. "successful"….. "inventor"…... I had one day taken on a job from an unknown client, asking me to create some sort of Power Source, that, as the client described, would somehow "benefit all of Magic Land" I, being young and naive and not knowing a Whole Lot Better, and a little Too eager to jump at any chance to make the world a better place, took the job immediately.

I worked tirelessly on the project night and day and months and months until the Power Source was finally complete.. 'The Devil's Engine' "

[Drawing 3 - The Devil's Engine]

Jack asks why Joey would name something they thought would benefit the world something as ominous and intimidating as "The Devil's Engine"

Joey points out that they're just a VHS recording and can't answer any questions…

but ultimately answers with "because it Sounded Cool"

this is true, it DOES sound cool

Joey - ...*ahem*

..OH Right, please Continue Joey..

Joey - "…..it wasn't until the Devil's Engine was complete that I finally met face to face with the mysterious client who had hired me in the first place, it was a General, it was none other than General War! A Greedy Selfish and a BIG Naughty who relished nothing more than the thrill of Power and Chaos. She revealed her true plan to me; the Devil's Engine would be used to power nothing more than a weapon, some new technology described as, something called a.."Tank".. that "Wouldn't Even Need A Pilot" a weapon that could apparently, single-handedly, turn the tide on any battlefield, something called 'Project Nidhogg'. Now, you know how I feel about War and The Machines That Fuel It Jack, so I wasn't particularly keen on getting anymore information on the project itself..

However! All I remember is the General boasted that with this new weapon, she'd use it's tremendous power to travel to the Evil Dimension known as Verliezer, and once there with her mighty creation, the war machines trapped there would gladly bow to her feet, and with their combined powers she could then set out on her One True Goal; to locate the Forbidden Seven (VII) Idols!! With which she'd use to Locate and Uncover the Power of the elusive Rainbow Skull!!1! using it's power of infinite wishes she would plunge the whole of Magic Land into darkness!!!1!! making the world her own personal battlefield from which SHE!!! ! WOULD BE THE TRUE RULER OF!!!11!!!1!!!!! ! etc

[Drawing 4 - The General's True Plan (Artist's Interpretation) ]

I responded to all this exposition with a swift kick in the General's.. 'private quarters' and simply left.

What I had.. 'forgotten' to mention however, is the Devil's Engine could only be activated via the Super Secret Cool Pawprint Scanner™ that I had installed, which Only responds to my own Pawprint DNA, otherwise, the Power Core is useless, a kind of 'failsafe' I suppose, and with it being clear that the General wouldn't be able to find any other old inventor to simply Build A New Power Source, this had left 'Project Nidhogg' practically useless.. thwarting the General's plan before it ever even started…

Ever since then, General War has likely been hunting me down tirelessly, a ghost from my past trying to seep into the present, planning to, most likely, kidnap me and force me to finally activate the Devil's Engine.. awakening her Horrid Creation, putting the General's terrible plan back into motion, and dooming the world and destroying everything we all know and love…"

...Joey then says this actually has nothing to do with why they're currently missing.

...

..thanks Joey.

...

..Joey then realises there isn't enough tape left on the VHS to Actually explain why they're missing so all they're able to provide is some coordinates.

...

THANKS. JOEY.

With nothing but coordinates to go on to some place called "the Tree of Old Solomon", Jack packs her essentials (mainly Goldie and her walking cane) and prepares to head off.

Before she heads off however, Jack phones up her best friend to check up on him, it's his birthday today too after all! He seems to be well and thanks her again for the gift she got him, a pair of red trainers! She hates to ask this on his birthday but, nevertheless, she asks if he'd be able to join her on this Epic Quest. He tells her as much as he would love to, he's currently got his own Prologue he's going through! Jack understands, they both wish each other the best of luck, and they both promise to tell each other all about their adventures afterwards. Her friend then says something about stealing a boat, but before Jack can ask, the call ends..

Jack and Goldie hop into Jack's Custom-Made-Super-Cool Boat (it's a bathtub) and set sail, off to seek out Joey..

[Drawing 5 - setting sail, off to seek out Joey]

After a gruelling.. One (1) day's journey, after following the coordinates as best as they can, Jack and Goldie arrive at a mysterious island. Housing a mighty tree, lush and so large it's branches are big enough to hold entire houses, and the very top is hidden up in the clouds! Jack and Goldie have no choice but to assume they have arrived at none other, than the Tree of Old Solomon.

[Drawing 6 - the Tree of Old Solomon]

When Jack and Goldie arrive on the shore they are quickly greeted! …by someone hanging upside-down by her leg. Jack meets Shoelace, a clumsy, nervous, awkward wreck who's always in the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time.

[Drawing VII - Shoelace (upside-down) ]

Shoelace - "Hark! Brave Travellers! (you there with the fat dog) you stand at the base of the mighty Titan; Old Solomon! hm? I do not know of a fellow named 'Joey' but you're best bet is the most obvious of solutions; climb this mighty tree, trek upwards, Go All Vertical, and seek council with whomsoever lives on his outstretched branches, and if that doesn't grant you any new knowledge, then if you truly mean to find this '... Johnny Joey!' then your last resort should be 'The Guy Upstairs'… How to begin the trek? There are lifts of course! OH and.. while you're up there.. if you could.. free me.. that would be nice, I fell for the siren-call of this rope and now find myself ensnared by her ropey machinations.. Now Go Forth! many Best of Lucks upon thee! You'll not know fear as long as I may live! ...and so on!"

It doesn't take Jack long looking around before she indeed finds the main lift leading upwards, built into the base of this mighty tree! ..but it's busted. Luckily growing up with an ever inquisitive inventor as a parent, Jack knows her way around all things technology! Though, this lift is rather beyond her. She's never seen such metalwork and the inner machinations aren't the usual circuits she's become accustomed to… in other words; Big Cogs are Not her forte.

Upon returning to our upside-down friend, Shoelace only now remembers to tell Jack that indeed the lifts are busted, that main lift, and the others like it further up the tree, were all made long ago by the Legendary Blacksmith who lives here! The Blacksmith used to regularly check up on the lifts and keep them in good shape, but that was long ago, and as the Blacksmith became more and more reclusive, it's no wonder the lifts have fallen into such disarray, if Jack is going to climb this tree, she'll need the help of this Blacksmith. Shoelace tells Jack she can find the Blacksmith in her forge, on the opposite end of the island to where Jack parked her.. "boat". Shoelace points her in the right direction (although somewhat struggles at first, being upside-down frazzling her sense of direction) and Jack takes off to see the Blacksmith.

Jack uses the opportunity to give Goldie a well deserved walk and take in the sights on the way. There.. isn't much to see. A couple of Palm Trees, a few rocks, and a nervous wreck hanging upside-down, so it's not long before Jack indeed spots the forge, a small and reclusive looking little place, smoke clouds poofing out from it's tall chimney, and the faint sound of clanking emanating from within.. (that means someone's at home!).

As Jack heads towards the forge however, she passes a small hut by the base of the giant tree.. was this always here? She certainly hadn't seen it when her and Goldie arrived.

From the hut, a hand emerges from within and beckons Jack over, and against her better judgement, Jack approaches..

Once up close to the hut it turns out it actually appears to be a Shed that somebody has tried to turn into a House, though it seems rather too small for anyone to live in, even for someone as small as Jack. Her thoughts are quickly interrupted however as the front door bursts open and a Strange One-Eyed Magician emerges! The Magician is certainly peculiar and unnervingly silent, but before Jack can ask a single thing, they reach behind themselves and hand Jack something..

[Drawing 8 - The Magician]

It's a.. Typewriter! Jack has heard about these but never seen one in person! It's like a new way to type, and print, at the same time! And it makes cool sounds as you make up stories! Jack looks up to ask Why, and Who, and How, and What, and maybe even a Where, but sees the Magician is gone! The whole Shed/House is gone! She's staring right at nothing but tree trunk. Was that a strange hallucination? a vivid dream? she's still holding the Typewriter, so it must have happened.. that's a pretty impressive Magician's trick!

[Drawing 9 - The Typewriter (WIP image lmao) ]

Jack has no choice but to shake it off, and shifts her focus back to the task at hand. Now carrying the hefty Typewriter, she continues to the forge..

Leaving Goldie to guard the Typewriter outside, Jack enters the forge, and it's about what you'd expect, kind of. The walls are decorated with all sorts of tools and a huge variety of metals and other materials to work with, a roaring fire burns in the back, and the smell of heat and metals (and rather thick smoke) fills the air. It seems like this Blacksmith does not create any Weapons however, as along with the tools and materials, the walls and tables are also lined with prosthetics, varying in all shapes and sizes, and Jack even recognises some parts for wheelchairs and walking canes along the walls too! You would think an over abundance of Tools, Materials, and Projects both Finished and Unfinished in such a small place would be messy and crowded, but it is remarkable how surprisingly tidy and organised everything is! Though what catches Jack's eye the most, is the Blacksmith herself.

A huge one-armed shark-like being almost as tall as the forge itself works at her anvil, their right arm hammering down on her current piece of work, the metal itself attached to her anvil by a clamp to help the Blacksmith work one handed, and every time her hammer meets the metal Jack can feel every impact reverberate in her bones, as Sparks and Ancient Magic buzz and fly off the Blacksmith's current project. Jack tries to make her presence known to the, quite frankly, intimidating figure she sees before her, but the Blacksmith being so focused on their work doesn't seem to realise little Jack's there at all. A brief moment of silence gives Jack a chance to speak up, but before Jack can let a single word leave her mouth, the Blacksmith opens her own mouth and bellows out a mighty flame onto the metal to heat it up! I guess it saves her time to unclamp the metal and carry it over to their furnace every time they want to heat it up, though that raises the question that Jack wonders as to why the Blacksmith has that roaring fire in the back still going then..

Going over to the fire, she sees the Blacksmith is using it to cook a quaint little meal.

ah.

Waiting for an(other) opportunity of silence, Jack sees no other option but to patiently wait for the Blacksmith to be finished with her work. After what seems like a patient eternity (it was a few minutes) the Blacksmith finally puts the finished piece of the new prosthetic she was working on into her barrel of water to cool it off, and hangs it up with the countless others. With the Blacksmith done, Jack finally is able to make her presence known to them (she taps her cane against one of the many sheets of metal a few times) The Blacksmith realises she has a visitor, the intimidating presence vanishes as she nervously tidies herself, and after seemingly putting her hammer away Somewhere on her person (though Jack can't seem to see where) the Blacksmith finally turns around to greet her guest. The two finally see face to face and there is an incredible silence. Jack sees the most beautiful being she has ever seen in her life, and for the Blacksmith seeing Jack, it is the same.

[Drawing 10 - The Blacksmith and Jack see eye to eye]

The few moments of Awkward Gay Silence seem like an eternity..

Jack is the first to get Actual Words out of her mouth that aren't just "hsdvbjhs"

She fumbles and trips over words like loose pavement, but manages to introduce herself, and gives the Blacksmith the lowdown, about Joey, about the coordinates, about the quest to climb sky high up the tree, and asks if the Blacksmith could help out by repairing the lifts that Shoelace had told Jack she had made. After managing to get some coherent words out of her own mouth too, the Blacksmith shyly introduces herself, as Chalk Sunshine.

[She/They are the 3rd of the VII Main Characters_]

Fumbling over her own words, Chalk says she's sorry to hear about Jack's dilemma, about her missing parent, but most of all about the lifts, as they were her responsibility to keep in good condition, and, after some hesitation and some reflection on her negligence, she says she'll gladly help as best she can. She admits though it's been a Good While since she's been outside.. At All, so to say she's a little nervous and shy is a.. Vast understatement, Jack understands and says she'll try her best to make Chalk feel as comfortable as possible :)

As they leave the Forge and Jack introduces Chalk to Goldie however, Jack remembers the Great Big Heaving Typewriter she's going to have to carry all the way up the tree. Chalk says she might be able to help with that, and reveals a secret compartment in her chest! (it's not as gross as it sounds) That explains where she put her hammer away earlier.. Chalk plops the Typewriter into her chest, and they continue to the main lift.

Chalk fixes the lift without any issues whatsoever, as Jack watches on in fascination at Chalk's powerful yet delicate handiwork and craftsmanship. As they take the repaired lift upwards Jack compliments Chalk's work, Chalk shyly accepts the compliment, and admits that she actually worked on a lot of machinery throughout the whole of Magic Land long ago, and was once even known as the 'Legendary Blacksmith'. Jack says she's surprised she's never heard any tales about a Legendary Blacksmith, and Chalk admits that was a long time ago, and considering she's "given up" for a long time now, it's no wonder the tales fell into obscurity. When Jack goes to ask why they gave up, Chalk begins to trail off and falls silent, Jack decides to leave it at that.

The trip up the tree is an adventure and a half, arriving on one branch, solving some side quests, asking about Joey, not getting many answers, then repairing the next lift and heading up even higher. They free Shoelace from the dastardly Rope Demon, help cure The Fox of her Evil Cold, defeat the powerful Dragon of Beltfarst Square, and reunite the family of Lil' Guys, all the while, the friendship between Jack and Chalk grows ever stronger, and they continue to grow closer and closer.

[Drawing 11 - All Those Cool Adventures I Done Did Talk About ^]

On each lift upwards Jack and Chalk bond over similarities and differences, Jack gushes and gossips about circuitry and technology and all the things her parent Joey made and taught her, as Chalk (tries her best) to keep up and listen to everything Jack has to share with her, and Chalk shares with Jack all the things she's crafted and made, about all the different metals and materials she works with and all their unique properties, as Jack hangs onto every word that comes out of this shy shark's mouth.. though Jack can't help sense hesitation in her voice when getting too deep into what she's created in the past. After all the adventures up the tree, and Still no information on Joey, they finally reach the final major branch of the Tree of Old Solomon, right before it trails off into the clouds, supposedly where 'The Guy Upstairs' resides. Finally getting a moment to catch their breath, Jack, Chalk, and Goldie, take a rest, sitting on an old bench Chalk made herself long ago, as they stare off into the ocean's horizon.

[Drawing 12 - Peace and Quiet]

Chalk thanks Jack for the little adventure they've had today, she's spent so long cooped up in her forge that the very thought of leaving overwhelmed her, frightened her, being trapped in her own home by their own thoughts, but being with Jack, it's all seemed so easy, all her anxieties seemed to melt away, and together, they've both climbed to the highest point of this giant tree! Somewhere Chalk hasn't been in a long time. Jack thanks Chalk for helping her out, to say she's enjoyed being around Chalk is an Immense Understatement.

After a comfortable silence in each other's company, Chalk admits she doesn't actually know what's going to lie above the clouds, or who, or What, 'The Guy Upstairs' is, so, Chalk decides now is a better time than any to get some things off her chest, and tell Jack about her past, and why she became so reclusive in the first place. Jack tells her that she doesn't need to go into it if it's too uncomfortable, but Chalk says it's about time she told Someone.

Chalk explains that, like she said before, she's crafted many pieces of machinery throughout Magic Land, often on an absurd scale. She helped encourage the very Sun and the Moons to begin their orbits around Planet-Magic-Land with the help of crafting enormous cogs and gears, the seas move and churn and form waves thanks to the many fans and pumps created by Chalk deep underwater, and she would often do all this from the comfort of her forge in a world separate from all others, in a place called Haven-Home. There, she forged the armour worn by the legendary Gracie the War Monger, she made all the gardening tools for Daffodil the Gardener, and even all the cooking utensils and pots and pans for Pillow the Chef, but when it came to Zeus, (self proclaimed) ruler of Haven-Home, he had other plans.

[Drawing 13 - Chalk's creations]

After witnessing the Violence and Destruction that her own Mentor.. and Grandfather, had unleashed upon Magic Land with the weapons he had forged long long ago, Chalk had, and still has, a strict "No Weapons" policy when it comes to her craft, so when Zeus came along and tricked her with a project she could not resist, fooling her into believing she was creating something that could benefit the land, only to discover she had been tricked into creating The Unkillable Warrior, a War Machine specifically designed to wield the very weapons her mentor had created, well, needless to say she was gutted and felt completely betrayed. Out of shame and anger, she packed her things, left Haven-Home, and went into self-exile on the island of the Tree of Old Solomon, and although at first it helped to build the homes for the residents of the island and create and maintain the lifts to connect them all, it didn't take long for the self doubt from Zeus' trick to creep up on her, and so, over time she became more and more reclusive, until finally reaching a point where she'd never leave her forge..

[Drawing 14 - betrayal]

Jack gives her a hug.

She tells Chalk about how good people can be tricked in the worst ways, and even mentions Joey's (seemingly irrelevant) VHS story, about how they had once been tricked into building a Power Source for a literal Machine of War, but despite this incident, Joey has pushed onwards and has made so much more to benefit monsterkind, and, Jack points out, so has Chalk. Jack then fangirls for a Good Solid Couple Of Minutes about how Chalk has literally built machines that QUITE LITERALLY HELPED MOVE THE PLANETS AND THE SEAS!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?

After the somewhat Overwhelming positivity from Jack, Chalk thanks her yet again, and promises she'll continue to march onwards to better things, to help others, but more importantly, to also help herself. The two hug and share a tender moment, before preparing for the clouds just above. Chalk, with tools and materials from her handy Secret Chest Compartment, along with New Technological Know-how from Jack, make one final lift together, to (hopefully) get some answers about Joey up above.

It doesn't take the two long to complete the new lift, all sparkly and spangly and powered by love (and gears and stuff) and, with Goldie, the three take the lift up into the clouds.

On their journey upwards through thick fog and clouds, they briefly reach a clearing in the sky, a sea of cloud below and above them, a calm blue sky in-between, with the occasional branch piercing through. The moment of peace is.. interrupted, by an individual sitting idly on one of the branches, feet dangling, holding a sign pointed upwards, with the words "BOSS TIME" written across their chest. Jack and Chalk meet Mx. Boss, a motivational speaker to give some words of wisdom for the Boss Fight to come.

[Drawing 15 - Mx. Boss]

Mx. Boss - "...Hey there Kiddos, it's me, ya girl Mx. Boss! Me? Well I'm a Lover not a Fighter, so you'll be seeing me cheering you on before the Big Fights :) Good Luck ya lovebirds <3 yep. dat's all I got for this one today. bye."

...

ok. well. thank you!

Jack and Chalk say their thanks, before heading into the clouds above, to The Guy Upstairs...

Jack, Chalk, and Goldie, find themselves at the very tippy top! A field of endless cloud, firm enough to stand on, rolling seemingly into forever, as spirals and spikes of soft cloud decorate the landscape. The main attraction that catches Jack and Chalk's eyes however, is what appears to be the tip of the Tree itself. There is a Large Skull on it. He is wearing a Crown.. and a false moustache. This IS The Guy Upstairs. The Guy Upstairs IS the tree himself! Jack and Chalk (and Goldie) find themselves stood before the man himself..

Old Solomon Gravypot; Grand King of..

...

whatever the island the tree is on is called

[Drawing 16 - Old Solomon Gravypot]

The twisty-turny trunk of the tree housing his head bends down to examine these three, who have climbed up his body, solving side quests and helping the folks of his land. You would think most people would be grateful. Unfortunately, to put it brief, Old Solomon Gravypot..

umm, how do I put this..

Sucks Massive Cuss

Before Jack, Chalk, or even Goldie, can get a single word or even breath out of their mouths, the man bellows out an alarmingly loud monologue.

Old Solomon Gravypot -

"WELL LOOKIE WHO IT IS! YOU COME CRAWLING BACK EHHH?!?!? YOU THINK YOU CAN CRAWL UP MY BODY AND SOLVE PEOPLE'S PROBLEMS

HMMMMMM??!?!?!!?1/??1

YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE I SCARRED YOUR FACE, TRAPPED YOUR PARENTS IN THE FOREVER CUBE, SUNK THE GREAT WHEREVER WAY, SPIT IN YOUR DOG'S DINNER, COUGHED IN YOUR CAT'S COFFEE, READ THAT CRACKER JOKE OUT LOUD ABOUT THE ELEPHANT'S SWIMMING TRUNKS

YEAH YOU KNOW THE ONE

READ THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS AT YOUR GRADUATION, SANG THE NUMBERS FORWARD AT YOUR PET'S BIRTHDAY, VAPORISED KING CONKER, DESTROYED THE CASTLE OF ANXRAX AT THE GREAT BATTLE AT WHICH WE MET FEARSOME BLADES AND FOUGHT AND ALL THAT

YOU THINK THAT GIVES YOU PERMISSION TO DO STUFF??!!!?

WHY I OUGHTA! BACK IN MY DAY! TASTE THY HALLOWED BLADE! YOU'LL NOT KNOW PEACE AS LONG AS I MAY LIVE, HAVE AT THEE, HAVE AT SOME, HAVE AT-

what wait a minute."

The, quite frankly terrifying, king creaks over and actually observes the three guests (his eyesight isn't very good)

Old Solomon Gravypot - "...oh I thought you were someone else.

WELL YOU'VE STILL BEEN CLIMBING UP ME AND SOLVING PROBLEMS AND QUESTS AND STUFF, AND IF THERE'S ONE THING I HATE IT'S STUFF!! AND THINGS!!! SO

uuuhh.

... I ran out of threats..

DIE.

yeh that works lol."

without getting a single word in, Jack and Chalk and Goldie are met with Old Solomon Gravypot's HyperMegaUltraWoweyZoweyDeathBeam ...™

In a Fluster and a Big Panic, Chalk scrambles to grab something, anything, from her handy Secret Chest Compartment, and after grabbing some flint, some lint, and some mints (she was wondering where she left those) the first sturdy, solid, hefty item she grabs that Jack and Chalk use as a shield is,

the Typewriter.

[Drawing 17 - the Typewriter (in case you forgor what it look like) ]

The King's, uhh.. Lazer

you know what it's called I'm not colouring all that text again

collides with the typewriter, and there's an almighty clash of noise and colour and stuff, and things!

Old Solomon Gravypot -

"WHAT?!? THE SACRED ITEM!!! YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO BRING THAT HERE HOW DID YOU OH NO I CAN'T STOP THE HYPERMEGAULTRAWO-

there's a blinding light and everything goes white.

[Drawing 18 - TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES PLEASE STAND BY ! ]

...

Jack, Chalk and Goldie awaken somewhere new entirely, and it.. Kinda Sucks. There's nothing around but hastily taped and stapled together cardboard, the "hills" around them are clearly piles of cardboard boxes with green sheets thrown over them, the floor is a dull, plain, slightly damp open "field" of cardboard, with the word "GRAS S" written in huge letters across it with a big marker. The marker is still on the ground, lid left off. The sky is a dull white and the faint noise of radio static fills the otherwise empty silence.

Before Jack and Chalk (and Goldie) can get a better look of their surroundings (not that there's anything worth looking at) there's a rumble, and a large figure emerges from behind a cardboard cutout of a.. shape. His name is Nelson. He is made of cardboard and sponge. Nelson is a large fellow and looms over the trio. As he rests his cardboard hands on the.. shape he's behind, his lower half hidden behind it, he leans in to get a better look.

[Drawing 19 - Nelson (and his.. domain.) ]

Nelson - "Well Look Who i' is.. if it isn't the Two that

BROKE. THE STORY.

well? why ya 'ere then? bit early to be lookin' for the Secret Ending eh?"

Jack and Chalk aren't sure how to respond to literally any of this. The last few minutes have been a rollercoaster of Adrenaline and Anxiety. At least they're not getting completely screamed at by a Giant Skull.

Nelson - "I mean... I appreciate ya getting me my Typewriter back, but…"

Nelson reaches behind the.. shape he's behind and lifts up a table, before slamming it down between himself and Jack and Chalk (and Goldie) The Typewriter sits on the table, blackened and charred and Not In The Best Of Shape.

Nelson - "…did ya really haff to DESTROY THE DANG THING?? …sigh"

he throws the table, and the typewriter off to the side with little care as it smashes into one of the... 'hills'

Nelson - "Ohhh It's Fine, you two didn't know what you were doin'..."

this is Very True.

Finally being able to get a word in, Chalk asks Where they are exactly. Nelson says they find themselves on the Plain of Higher Existence, Chalk asks 'How High' and Nelson answers "Well, if ya imagine a treehouse.. a bit 'igher than that!" this is a little Too high for Chalk's low key fear of heights, but she thinks she'll get by, especially with Jack by her side.

Jack suddenly remembers why they've done all they've done! Why they came all this way! Joey!! "Where's Joey??" Jack goes to yell out, though the past few minutes of adrenaline turning it more into a war cry than a question.

Jack -

"WHERE'S JOEY"

see? told you

Nelson - "Hm? HUH?? JOEY?? Ya lookin' for a Joey?!?

OH!

Ya must be lil' Jackie!! Joey's kid!! They've not shuddup 'bout you since they've been 'ere, even showed me ya babey pics!! but I 'ain't gonna judge! hoho!"

[Drawing 20 - Jack's babby pics]

Jack - "hey!! Don't show those!!"

hoho oh I'm sorry Jack! oh I can't resist sharing, they're just So Cute!

Chalk - "they have a point Jack .. I think baby Jack is Very cute.."

Jack - "...well if you think so then it's ok..

! wait! Joey's HERE?!?"

As if on cue, a familiar face (at least to Jack) emerges from behind a door Jack nor Chalk had noticed before (Goldie noticed but she didn't want to brag)

Wiping their hands on a filthy cloth and covered in grease and stains, it's none other than Joey! Jack's parent! One and Only, One Of A Kind, etcetera.

[Drawing 21 - Joey!!! covered in grease, followed by a hug from Jack :-] and a leg nudge from Goldie too]

Joey apologises first and foremost for ever scaring their little Jackie in the first place, and explains the situation quite plainly. You see, every few months or so, Nelson's old boiler starts acting up, and for a long time now, Joey, an old friend of Nelson, has always come to fix the boiler, and have a bit of a catch up with their old friend too. Joey meant to stay at home for their Birthday today (after all, they've always shared their special day with Jack at home) but on this particular day Nelson just had the worse bit of luck with his boiler, AND a (few) massive leak(s), and needed Joey's help asap! Joey meant to explain all this on the VHS, but, well, we saw how that went.

OHH, so that's why this place is so damp, because of the leaks!

Nelson - "Oh no, it's just like that 'ere"

oh, gross

Nelson - "yeah :-| "

But, hang on! Jack and Chalk ponder, if they had to "Break The Story" , seemingly shattering reality to get here, then how did Joey get up here?

Joey says they took the stairs. Joey does not elaborate.

...ok

And so with Joey found, there's only really one thing left to do.

And so with the help of Jack, (and after introductions between Chalk and Joey are made) with Chalk's help too, together they manage to finally fix Nelson's pesky leaks and boiler :) (or until things inevitably break again in a month or so)

[Drawing 22 - fixing plumbing and a boiler (sure why not I'm sure you want to see a drawing of that) ]

Jack asks Chalk that, now that Joey is found and now that Chalk is getting used to going outside again, if they'd maybe like to spend a little more time together? Chalk thinks about her forge, the place she's been trapped in for a huge portion of her life, by her own hand, and Chalk seems keen on heading into a whole new world before her, and asks if there'd be somewhere, say, near Claptrap City where she could set up shop? Joey says they're sure they'll be able to find something, and Nelson reassures Chalk that her forge will still be here whenever she wants to pay a visit, after all, not just anyone can keep those lifts in shape, and Chalk says she'd be more than happy to keep things in check once again :)

And so, finally, Jack, Chalk, Joey and trusty Goldie, set sail back home in Jack's wonderful boat (still a bathtub), to head back home and celebrate the rest of Joey's birthday! the residents of the Tree of Old Solomon wave goodbye, as they look forward to their next return.. and Jack and Chalk begin officially dating :)

Nelson also can't seem to find his Typewriter (what's left of it) but that's okay, it was pretty busted anyways..

The End :-]

Thank You SO MUCH For Reading; The Prologue (Part II)

Song - As If By Magic by La Roux

More Lore (Coming Soon!)

Tune in Next Time, in; The Prologue (Part III) :-0 (I know right)

[darckcarnival]

Unusual Muse Associations!

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~SPICE: Allspice berries + Mahlab Spice Complex sweetness makes allspice berries versatile, in both sweet and savory dishes- add ground allspice to Jamaican jerk rubs and stews, to spice cakes, cookies, and grilled fruits. Sweet, Savory. + These pits add an ultra-luxurious almond, nutty, and vanilla flavor with a slightly bitter after taste. Mahlab spice works with baked goods like pastries, bread, rice pudding, honey, and cheese desserts and is frequently found throughout Greece, Turkey, and Egypt. Both of these fit her style of cooking and personality.

~WEATHER: Clear skies after a rain + Sunny days in winter or Autumn The fresh dew on the ground, how the skies clear up after a storm has hit the land. The calming and clean after math of whatever comes, and is ready to be nurtured, or to be rescued from what remains. She comes in the storm, and will do her best to clean up the after math, won't shy away. With the snow, she was born in winter, loves it so, but the sunlight while the exact opposite of her nature as a creature, always looks so beautiful when bringing in that new day in the quiet season. Of course, autumn has always seemed fitting as well. The warmth of life wilting into hibernation, and Halloween.

~PRIMARY COLOUR: Shades of Purple This goes without saying, as purple has always been her sunglasses, and the vibrant pop against the rest of her lower tones. Purple can bring great fortune and luck, as well as an ominous warning when in its darker shades. A double meaning in it's tints, and depends on whom perceives such color. But for Darck she just has always loved it so. Purple is a lot of things. It’s mysterious. It’s magical. It can be playful, but it can also be reverent.

~COLOUR OF THE SKY: Sunsets, and Sunrise The way pastels of oranges and reds, fade into purples and blues, following the sun setting, offering the last rays of warmth before the calm night washes over the land. Bringing with it both rest and warning. Gorgeous colors that Darck loves to watch. But when the night sky erupts, showing the stars in the inky shades above, is much like tiny lights, or flecks of lost paints, that bring out the most of what she is and a gift unto the world. That it is still turning, still a new day will rise in the morn when Sunrise comes, to bring the vibrant colors once more into being.

~MAGICAL POWER: Shadow Step The power to manipulate shadows and darkness came at a cost, one that left lasting scars mentally and emotionally with everything that followed. But now, she relies on this deeply, moving about at impossible speed, ignoring blockades most of the time. And capable of using shadow as a weapon once solidified. Or as an extra limb, on the rare occasion, yet requires great focus.

~SHOE: High tops + Combat Boots Originally, Darck once wore black and white high top converse when relaxing and not out working, when younger. But when out in the world and needing to be ready for anything, Combat Boots with steel toe are the average shoe, always.

~HOUSEPLANT: Succulent + Lavender Succulents mean loyalty and endurance, timeless, love endless either friendship or romantic. Trustworthy and unshaken no matter the drought, a type of cactus but smaller. Lavender flowers represent purity, silence, devotion, serenity, grace, and calmness. As well as the purple hue bringing an air of elegance to it. But can also use this plant for medicine and tea, to both heal you and welcome you.

~BLADE WEAPON: Dagger Darck always has an old Romanian dagger on her person as a blade of choice. It's longer than a combat knife, but just as swift and deadly, this object meant to never be broken. The one weapon she can always fall back on should it stay in her hand, and tied with her family ancestry.

~SCHOOL SUBJECT: Science, History, P.E. As much as she is a woman good with words and understanding other quickly, one might think English. But no, she has always loved different science classes! So very many and she paid close attention as well when a kid. Combine that with her excitement into all sorts of history, the two subjects always go hand in hand. And both have followed Darck into her adult hood and has even helped work in her favor on missions or knowing situations. Of course, P.E. goes without saying, she was always incredibly active and physically interested in things. Since being changed into half vampire, this fact became key.

~SOCIAL MEDIA: ?????? She'd not have a lot of anything. Maybe an untagged youtube account, without any connection to her real name, and a couple email accounts. But things like twitter? Nah, she uses ghost accounts to keep an eye on things, but otherwise she doesn't exist. A ghost in the machine.

~MAKEUP PRODUCT: Foundation and Concealer While she does not wear make up in general, almost never unless special occasion calls for the need- then these two products she will use more commonly if needed. Because it can cover up the darker circles under her eyes when it's demanded, or can hide the odd scars around her skin and neck. Making less questions when needing to hide them.

~CANDY: Elderberry Jam While it technically does not count as candy, in this case for how she eats it, it does. Darck loves Elderberry items in general, loves all of them, but jam specifically she will put a spoon in and eat straight. It's... A comfort food, and a reminder of better days. Hold over from humanity and younger years.

~ICE CUBE SHAPE: Crushed Easier to mix with, and smaller bits to put into things. As well as an easy way to work out frustration, by crushing ice in her hand, or biting down and crunching it, and letting it melt, the cold temp cooling her off. Helps a lot when needing to work in hotter climates.

~ART STYLE: Sketched Lines, Carvings Sketches of people and places to compare things, and keep close always, if photos fail. As well as making carvings and smaller gifts or engravings, just to give others.

~MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Gryphon + Dragon Grphons, with the body of a lion, the wings and head of and eagle; representing the kings of both animals and the birds. They may also bear the ears of a horse. Known for guarding, protection, and loyalty, griffins are protectors from evil, slander, and witchcraft as well. Some symbolism depicts both the divine and the human. ​In heraldry, griffin stands for courage, leadership and strength. Pictured as fierce, they have gained respect over ages too. A Dragon can mean both good and bad in equal measure, with a similar spirit animal and spirit guide being found in the fierce and protective Lion. Dragon's often times are depicted as destructive, territorial, cunning, and dangerous by it's enemies. Capable of bringing about great pain and sorrow. But for an ally, the Dragon can be protective, representing hoards of what it holds dear, and a deep wisdom for survival and an apex predator. A valiant protector and violent towards its enemies.

~PIECE OF STATIONARY: Writing paper, Letters Papyrus, printer paper, freshly written letters to be sent, typewriters and ink ribbons- anything for writing. As that has been Darck's go to of her open original communication with friends and loved ones when trapped, or too scared and shy to show herself in some instances. A safety net, to still communicate. And even to this day when able to be in person, still with this method come into play, often leaving notes and letters for others.

~THREE EMOJIS: 🦇🕶☕️

~CELESTIAL BODY: Moon + Pluto Moon: emotion The moon is also not a planet by scientific measures—but in astrology, it functions similarly as an influential celestial body. In this case, it reflects our emotions, senses, instincts, intuition, and unconscious selves, says Lang. Pluto: rebirth While it may not be scientifically classified as a planet anymore, Pluto plays a similar role within the astrology space—in this case ruling over regenerative forces in the body, death, and rebirth, says Lang: “It relates to the deep psychological aspect of ourselves and the unconscious.”

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[karat17aesthetic]

The signs as Philosophy body wash/shower gels (including discontinued ones)

Aries: raspberry sorbet, strawberry guava coconut, red velvet cake, black cherry italian soda, ravishing ruby

Taurus: warm cashmere, french vanilla bean, chocolate chip cookies, homemade honey buns, strawberry italian soda, pink chocolate macaroon

Gemini: pink frosted animal cracker, lemon custard, senorita margarita, lemon angel food cake, apricots and cream, salted citrus

Cancer: fresh cream, coconut frosting, snow angel, iced mint lemonade, sweet fluffy cupcake, blue raspberry snowcone, pure grace

Leo: vanilla birthday cake, creme brulee, beach girl, mangos and cream, pineapple ice, papaya passion punch

Virgo: cinnamon chai latte, granny's apple pie, white pear, bananas foster, citron and sage, amazing grace, sweet vanilla fig

Libra: fresh peaches with cream, pink marshmellow buttercream, pink frosted layer cake, peace on earth, sweet talk, amazing grace ballet rose

Scorpio: black licorice, pumpkin icing, classic fudge cake, pumpkin spice muffin, cocoa, blackberry sauce, red licorice

Sagittarius: wild passion fruit, orange sherbet, apple cider, sweet orange honey jam, carrot cake, maple glazed cake

Capricorn: christmas cookie, chilled ginger tea, waffle cone, orange cocoa and cream, brown butter cookie, shimmering snowlace, peppermint stick

Aquarius: mouthwatering watermelon, crispy marshmallow bars, mixed berry tart, mint chocolate chip, coconut cream pie, italian tiramisu

Pisces: cinnamon buns, marzipan dreams, dance of the dew drop fairy, strawberry milkshake, paradise girl, coconut splash, sugar plum fairy, salt water taffy