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Thunderstorm

Undertale by Toby Fox

Homesick by @ameb-stuff

Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale or Homesick. The rights go to the respective owners! This stroy is for entertainment purposes only!

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Warnings ⚠️ : light angst, hurt /comfort

Enjoy!

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Dark clouds made their way over the city. The moonlight vanished behind them. The wind blew stronger.

Rain began falling gently on the land. As minutes passed the rain grew stronger. Rain didn't want to be alone so it brought some companions, lighting and thunder.

Papyrus had heard in the news that there will be a thunderstorm.

*C R A C K  A

B O O M*

Papyrus closed his eyes tightly and covered himself with his blanket. His bones rattled.. Truth to be told. He was never used to the thunderstorms.

But this was something only Sans knew. He closed his eyes and wept. He missed him.. So... Very much.

He enjoyed college, don't get him wrong! It's just that he wasn't prepared for this type of change... He felt like something had ended and he didn't like it. He closed his eyes for a while and a memory made it's appearance.

What memory? You may ask

He remembered... When he was younger.. In moments like this, he would run in his brother's room. That memory brought tears in his eyes...

*Flashback*

Sans was sleeping in his bed wrapped in his warm blankets. Only to be awoken by a gentle tap on his face.

Opening his eyes he saw Papyrus hugging the stuffed toy car he had bought him long ago tightly in his arms.

He was crying. Sans got up alarmed

"What's wrong bro? Are you hurt?" he began checking him. No injury. Thank Heaven!

Before Papyrus could respond. The room was illuminated by a lighting accompanied by a loud thunder. The thunder was strong enough to shake the windows.

Papyrus jumped in Sans's, hugged him tightly, while shivering and rattling his bones.

*C R A C K  A

B O O M*

Then it clicked to Sans.

"So you are afraid of the thunders?"

Papyrus nodded "COULD I STAY WITH YOU? I AM SCARED..."

Sans hugged him protectively. "Sure thing bro but first how about we drink some milk and eat something?"

Papyrus nodded, still rattling his bones and hugging sans tightly. "heh okay! Come on"

He picked him up and wrapped him in a red scarf. Papyrus seemed to relax in his brother's embrace.

Sans soul shone a soft blue color sending soft comforting waves at his brother's soul.

*Ding* <You are safe!>

*Ding* <I will protect you!>

*Ding* < I love you papyrus!>

Sans set him on the table and prepared some toast, and milk with honey.

"Come on pap, here comes the airplane!" he said moving the toast in the air papyrus smiled and giggled. He opened his mouth and Sans fed him.

When done he lifted him in his arms and carried him upstairs. He read him a bedtime story and sung a soft lullaby for him little brother.

🎶 My sweet sweet bro

You are more precious than gold

I love you

Look at the stars

So magnificent and vast

My little baby bones

When the night fades

A new day is in the way

For the Great Papyrus! 🎶

Papyrus calmed down at Sans soft voice.

"Don't worry papyrus, I will protect you! I won't let anyone hurt you! I'm here! I will always be here! No matter what! I love you! you know that right?"

Papyrus smiled and snuggled closer to Sans sternum "YES BROTHER I KNOW! I LOVE YOU TOO!" they hugged each other.

The storm grew stronger and stronger. There was total chaos.

Papyrus wasn't scared! He was in his brother's embrace after all. He felt safe.

*Flashback ends*

He sat on his bed and could not help but shed some tears of nostalgia. Those tears soon turned into a sobbing.

His face bathed in tears. He looked at his computer.

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Sans couldn't sleep. The storm outside reminded him of his brother.

When he was just a baby bones /a child, he would come to his room. Asking him if he could sleep with him, because the Strom scared him. Of course he always accepted.

He loved his brother so very much.. He missed him... He missed him a lot. At the very depth of his soul, he knew that he had to let go.. He knew that Papyrus had his whole life ahead of him.  He just missed him so much...

Maybe they should work on a solution. Sans could visit him when their Program allowed them. Maybe the weekend. They could talk about it. Right?... RIGHT?!.... *sighs* right.. Who? Who was he kidding? Who on actual Earth was. he kidding? Heh..

Heh...

Maybe they should work on a solution. Sans could visit him when their Program allowed them. Maybe the weekend. They could talk about it. Right?... RIGHT?!....

He shook his skull. He looked outside the window. Yes.. Still chaos.

He checked his computer...

Was there a possibility that Papyrus will be awake?

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Papyrus got up and checked his computer.

Sans was active..

What the.? Wasn't he sleeping?

He decided to send a message.

CoolSkeleton95: SANS? ARE YOU AWAKE?

Read ✅

Sans is typing .....

Sans: yeah bro sup?"

Read ✅

CoolSkeleton95 is typing.....

CoolSkeleton95: I CAN'T SLEEP... THERE IS A THUNDERSTORM..

Read ✅

Sans is typing....

Sans: ... give me a moment pap! i'll be right back!

Read ✅

CoolSkeleton95 is typing...

CoolSkeleton95: OF COURSE BROTHER!

Read ✅

Sans got up and gathered some things,

a book,

a blanket,

some stuffed toys

some of Papyrus's favorite snacks. - wait.. Papyrus wasn't even here.. Why does he have that? Could it be his hope that he will show up at any moment? The hope he was slowly loosing?

He shook his skull again.

When he had gathered what he needed he stood in the leaving room.

He closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough. His eyes glowed cyan and yellow. He magic filled the darkness in the room with a soft cyan color.

After a few seconds he disappeared from his room. Leaving in in total darkness.

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Papyrus was waiting by the computer. Wrapped with his blanket over his head. Soon he saw a cyan color appearing out of nowhere. That color took the form of Sans.

"NYEH!" Papyrus fell back in his bed his googly eyes appeared.

"Heh.. Huff puff.. I'm here.." Sans wheezed collapsing on the floor. He should take better care of himself.

"BROTHER! ARE YOU ALLRIGHT?" he asked regaining his balance.

"yes! im just a little out of shape! im fine!" he said standing up.

"SANS? WH- HOW?" he asked perplexed.

"the thunderstorm.. i know you still have this fear. i thought it would be a good idea to come.. unless you don't want me here then i should go back"

"NO! STAY! PLEASE!" Papyrus said wrapping him in a hug.

Sans smiled. He hugged him and their souls illuminated the entire room.

They ate, then Sans read him a bedtime story. Just like the old times.

Papyrus hugged Sans closer to him and both fall asleep hugging each other. Their souls illuminated the room along with the lightings.

*Ding* <I MISSED YOU! HAPPY TO SEE YOU! CONTENT YOU ARE HERE! >

*Ding* <i missed you too bro! happy to see you! i love you papyrus! >

*Ding*<I LOVE YOU TOO SANS>

*Ding* << CONTENT, HAPPY , LOVE, AFFECTION, CALM, TRANQUILLITY, *positive emotions*>>

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The End! 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 12/09✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@snsp6 I really hope that this won’t change MK’s view on his bio dads :( Anonimo Hello! Wanted to ask or more so I am wondering, will MK start seeing Wukong differently after finding out he literally killed Mac and even after seeing their past and how close they were, dam the trauma, anyhoo I love your art and the Shadowpeach bio parent au! Keep up the great work! >:D

Oh it will. (In a good way? a Bad? that's for me to know and for you to wait a week to know)

@hopefulbelievertimemachine Imagine if MK found someone who recently found out that they were a demon and he comforts them cuz he had a similar experience.

Oh that would be sooo wholesome!!! It's one of my fav trope when there's another character who go throught the same exact thing as another character and the two of them bond over this.

@zammy357 Hello, hope your day/night is going well. I wanted to ask since me and a friend like your bio parents blog and wanted to know if we can use it for an arc? Our blog is called @amnesia-wukong-au. We wanted to ask before we started doing it.

Hi!! Yeah sure as long you tag me and the masterpost of the shadowpeach au

Anonimo Wait what is a glamour (in context of Sun Wukong and Macaque)

A glamour is a magic spell that changes/cover your appearance. Like in the show macaque should technically have 6 ears. for animation purposi I guess they are not drawing all of them, but we say he uses a glamour also for covering his scarred eye.

@clueless-simp ha chiesto: What if PIF, BDK, Sun Wukong, and Macaque (and most definitely Mei) did a "parent trap" tactic to get MK and Red Son together? Setting things up, getting them alone together, pretending they are all busy, and the only option is for them to spend time together under the sunset XD XD XD

Oh no that would end bad. like-comically bad.

@honeylavender27 ha chiesto: Imagine red realizing mk doesn't know about court napping and just invites him over one day. Red son: so I'm sure your wondering why I invited you here.. Mk: yeah it's kinda weird you didn't want Mei to come. Is everything ok? Red: perfect actually, I'll explain everything just enter here first please. Mk: oh ok -walks into the prepared courtnapping room and gets locked in-.....uh red? Redson: consider yourself courtnapped...

Ahah poor MK. I think they would make a disastrous courtnapping that would be the equivalent of the phrase "task failed succesfully"

@artgurusauce ha chiesto: ARGGGHHHH, they're SO CUTE! I love your bioparent AU so much! Altho I am wondering: When MK turns back to normal would he retain some subconscious paternal attachment to our ol boys here? Maybe he even calls Macaque "Mom" without realizing it...

@blazerratbluefire-blog ha chiesto: Plot twist of the century for the oblivious monkey men. MK remembers ~everything~ when he was a cub! I'm not sure if that is what is planned, but! It would be really funny! Especially if he just calls Macaque 'Mama' all casual and just walks away. While Macaque EXP. has crashed and is rebooting. Gosh, that would be so cute! I absolutely love your artwork, by the way! It is so adorable!

Can't answer yet. He does NOT have memories, but he will remember ONE thing...

@daniellemarvel4 Hi, fist off I love your work and can't wait to see what you do next! I was wondering who is more protective of MK when it comes to Red Son? Whether that would be Pigsy, Wukong, Macaque, or even Tang (mabye Mei but I don't think she could stay serious long enough). Also, can we see what Sandy's doing?

mmmmmm---- I think Wukong. Freenoodle is pretty chill with the DBK family after everything that happened. Mac is also quite alright since he was always in good relationship with them. I would say Wukong would just want to be sure his kid doesn't get hurt by the fire in any way

Anonimo I've been squealing, grinning, and kicking my feet going through the Shadowpeach Bio parents AU. Baby MK has been SO CUTE and fun. I wonder if he's going to remember or be embarrassed about it. Another part of me hopes that river is still in play so Sun & Mac can fall in and suddenly MK and everyone has 2 chaotic super-powered Baby Monkeys to take care off 😭 😭 😭

Anonimo ha chiesto: I almost cried they are sooo cute. I hope that we get more sweet family content. Loving the comic thanks for making it 💕💕💕💕

Anonimo ha chiesto: I don’t want the cure to work ! Or could it be like that: MK is such a powerful being that the Dosis Pif gave them, just wasn’t strong enough. Instead it only aged MK up a bit so now he is a small kid or a teenager but not a grown ass money man again. I am not ready to leave the monkey family stuff behind 🥺

unfortunately the river has been close untile further notice. (dw this wont be the end)

@cutvdo ha chiesto: Mei bribing Red Son with baby MK pictures

@luciferapollyon ha chiesto: I hope Mei, Red Son, Macaque and Wukong all got pics before they turned MK back

Anonimo ha chiesto: DHJSJDJDH LIL BABY BEAN! I wonder if Wukong and Macaque took any pics of lil MK while he was smol baby? She would keep them and use them as blackmail. (affectionately)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Your shadowpeach bio parent au is just perfect!! Thankyou for feeding the fandom with the nectar of the gods!!! Especially the one where mac slips into the bed after wukong waits all night. Like Mac would wake up in the morning and see him fast asleep and think of Peng asking 'is there anything Wukong could do that would break his hold over you?' and just seeing him at his most vulnerable right now he's like 'no, not when he always gives me a reason to stay.'

MY HEART

@queen-of-purple-roses Wait if MK is experiencing Macaque’s memories then does that mean that Macaque can experience MK’s? Are they able to dive into each other’s minds?

So the thing is that MK is hearing the past from both POVs. Macaque by definition can hear ANYTHING so yeah he could definitely experience MKs memories. But the thing is-does he want to? I headcanon that his future-present-past hearing abilities are something he only used a couple of times, and because what he heard from them was so traumatic, he decided to NOT use them again (like wukong laser eyes)

@sillygothpartykid ha chiesto: I know everyone is asking you to make the gay monkeys kiss but I actually like how you are developing their relationship. You letting them work through their problems and feeling first giving us that sweet, sweet slow burn! Love your art btw!❤️❤️❤️

awwww ty!!!! yes pls slow burn for life.

@kraytherandomchick ha chiesto: Hey, love your ShadowPeach AU! (Started rereading it after crying from the season 5 finale hehe :'D) But there's always something that's kinda stuck in my head, if MK's no longer immortal, would Macaque or Wukong get sad at the thought of getting older and forced keep going without him?

So- *sigh* technically, we don't really know MK immortality status. it's a grey area for now. Because on one side, he's a stone monkey, who, by nature like Wukong, can perfectly age and grow like a normal monkey. On the other hand, he's technically died already, and by the time he was created by Nuwa, both his biological fathers were already immortal (Wukong bc yes, Macaque because he's a demon, and he can die from wounds and illness, but can't age)

So to answer: we don't know yet what's with him. we will see (I promise that)

@lmk4ever ha chiesto: I LOVE THE SHADOW PEACH BIO PARENT AU SO MUCH!! Mk boi is so lucky to have a artist like you and fathers like them. I want to ask, will shadowpeach ever get into a fight out of anger in front of Mk? Or did they moved on from that phase?

If they will fight it will be more of like- the 2 dads grounding MK. If they need to fight they learned that they need to go on another mountain to do it so they don't bother their child

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will we get a traffic light trio ship?

Probably not, but I'm all for dragonfruit/spicynoodle and having MK and Mei NOT dating each other at the same time.

@yuk1yun ha chiesto: If lmk season 6 isn't like your au, then I don't want to watch it

BRUH THAT'S THE NICEST THING I HEARD ALL WEEK

@conniescialla ha chiesto: HIIII!! ok scusa l'italiano ma letteralmente trovare artisti italiani ispira sempre quel momento patriottico alla YES ONE OF US MUAHHAHAH Scherzi a parte, il comic Shadowpeach bio parents Au è meraviglioso, si approva soprattutto l'hurt/comfort ;p

Tanti kudos!!<3

AAAAHHH CHE BELLO UN ALTR* ITALIAN*!!!!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I really wanna see jelous wukong!!!!!! I dunno maybe some random demon trying to flirt with emo monkie or something and wukong is like oh hell no!! He is mine!! I think it would be so cute

he would become incredibly possessive and start hissing and growling like a tiger. NOBODY TOUCHES MY SOFT PILLOW

Anonimo ha chiesto: I think it would be so cute if Wukong would take care of sick Macaque! It would show Macaque that Wukong changed and is no longer like he was before. I wonder if Macaque got sick, would MK help or would Macaque be too stubborn to let anyone know.

I know everyone says Wukong is this great sage with incredible abilities in every field (and he is) but I would like to imagine that, since he needs to do these thing for Macaque specifically, he's so stressed over the fact he needs to do them perfectly that he fucks up lmao.

Like, he would try his best to take care of him and almost burn the kitchen in the meantime, while Macaque was only hoping the two of them could just stay more in bed cuddling each other

Anonimo ha chiesto: im just imagining Mac getting anxious becouse he cannot find baby MK and Wukong is there to calm him down

@shadowpeachera ha chiesto: Heyy I absolutely love your shadowpeach bio au, the drawings, the text its perfect! Did Mk every run off or get into trouble now that he’s a cub or even play games with Wukong and Macaque like hide and seek? That would be really cute. I can imagine them playing hide and seek while Mk discovers he can make shadow portals, meanwhile his parents are stressing and scared as they have no idea where he is.

i think both of them would freak out.

WAIT I HAVE THE PIC I HAVE THE PIC

I'VE BEEN SAVING THIS PIC SINCE 2017

@nyx-daughterofchaos98 ha chiesto: Hi! For LMK, I watched a nature documentary on Monkeys the other day and a lot of monkeys correct each others behavior by doing something called “Disciplinary Nips” or “Discipline Bites” (This isn’t a sexual ask I promise) I think it would be absolutely hilarious, if Macaque and Wukong are napping together, and for whatever reason, Wukong keeps moving around, unable to get comfortable. And in his sleep-riddled state, Macaque gets annoyed and bites him. 🤣 Like; I’M TRYING TO SLEEP! KNOCK IT OFF! 🤣🤣🤣 And when Wukong does stop moving, Macaque does actually fall asleep. Even better is if Macaque wakes up and has absolutely No Idea he bit Wukong because he was half asleep at the time. Or he thinks it was a dream and ensue the shenanigans when he realizes it wasn’t.

OMG THAT'S SO CUTE AND SILLY AAHHHH!!! EVEN BETTER: what if they do this without noticing BEFORE they are like-actually romantically back together, and someone sees the mark bites AND THEY START TO ASSUME CERTAIN THINGS BRUH.

@tabs-tabi-tabby  Can Macaque help with MK’s clones? Or would that be Wukong’s area?

MK can't make the same clones macaque has. He can control a little bit his own shadow, and use that as a clone. so as long as it's his own shadow, it's more Mac area, if it's his own hair clone then it's Wukong's

@startdustmonkie ha chiesto: Does Mk and or Wukong know about Savage and Rumble? (If so how did they find out about them?) — (also: do Savage and Rumble see Mama macaque as a parent?)

@mushrum-soup ha chiesto: Hi just wanted to say I absolutely adore your shadow peach au it's literally the highlight of my week 💖I was wondering tho are rumble and savage just shadow clones in your au or similar to their Lego counterparts :O?

Yes they know about them. No they aren't his kids let's say. My own personal headcanon for the Au (or the show in general) is that they are both Macaque shadow, like- clones with a little bit of personality just like MK clones represent specific parts of his personality. He has 2 of them because he lived 2 lives, one before and one after he was brought back to life.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Just read the latest Shadowpeach bio kid comic, and i cant help but giggle a bit at how MK’s chirp woke Wukong and Macaque up lmao just the “and they snoozing- OH SHIT BABY CHIRPING WHATS WRONG-“

HE IS BABYYYY

@hellobur ha chiesto: Did you base when mk was reaching fr macaque after he was walking away because mk called him mama after this or was it a funny coincidence (mk also doe the pose but I can't find it lol)

Also I absolutely love this story and your art your work is incredible! ^^

Omg LMAO NO I DIDN’T BUT NOW IT’S 100% MORE FUNNY

@dragonaboni-blog ha chiesto: Hi! First off, I love your art and your Shadowpeach AU, it's the reason I'm reactivating my own Tumblr account lol One of my favorite tropes in this story is "A gets sick and B takes care of him" so I'm wondering… What would that trope be like in the AU? What would the monkey trio be like when they got sick? Do any of them sleep through their illness? Or are any of them extremely dramatic like "These will be my last words…"? CoughcoughWUKONGCoughcough

Aaahh I’ve seen a lot of asks asking this one but honestly I don t know If I’ll ever draw that trope. Maybe bc Wukong should technically have canonically too much knowledge about general illness to be worried about normal daily life illness. If it was something more life-threating. Maybe yes, but I still have to cook.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Counterpoint: wukong can't handle spicy foods because he has no impulse control and his monkee brain wants him to only eat fruit and peaches

Ouch. Yes that seems about accurate for him lmao

Anonimo ha chiesto: About the lmk bio au.... we have seen that MK can manipulate certain parts of his body in the 72 transformations... so..... Wukong and Macaque could technically have children.

I’ll be 100% honest I have no idea if stone monkeys are…fertile?

Anonimo Hey there! I am in love with your art. LMK is something that came into my life recently and damn I love it so much! Love your AU, and I can't wait to see more of it. Funnily, since the baby MK incident I imagine this later on becoming a somewhat spark of many funny arguments later on. What I mean is I see baby MK has a favorite parent (*cough-cough* MacCRACK *cough-cough*) [Sorry with the name joke, couldn't help myself]. XD. And I imagine Wukong be a bit jealous at times and go 'Anything you can do I can do better XD' Also see lovely Redson have a thing for MK, and then I imagine him ask his parents about advice on pursuing his crush. "So who is the lucky girl?" "Well, you already know him-" *Spits out water* "You got yourself a husband?" "What, no I haven't yet-!"

Aww I don't think MK would have a favourite but definitely there are times where he wants one parent more than the other (play time with Wukong, nap time with Mamacaque)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Yknow what they say… like father like son! In the sense that they’re all gay /j

Oh yeah absolutely it's genetic/j

@wolfasketch ha chiesto: Mac being on the sunny side and Wuwu being in the shadows

I know I'm looking into it too much but- AHHH!!!

That was unintentional but HOLY SIT U R RIGHT

Anonimo ha chiesto: Poor Red Boy never got to see baby MK! Imagine him just staring at the adorableness that is baby MK and being like 'I hope our future children look just like you OH MY GODS YOU'RE ADORABLE'. Baby MK: :3

Their child will literally be Kai from Ninjago so I guess THEY ARE RIGHT HE WILL BE

Anonimo ha chiesto: And then MK will wake up back to normal, confused, but proud that he managed to get them even closer?

100% yes

@drowning-in-webnovel-chapters ha chiesto: I can't imagine how the monkey dads are gonna try to go back to sleep after that, oof. Also Wukong definitely knows all that from when he used to help Macaque through visions, right?

Yup! He does indeed!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I’m guessing MK is getting a mini version of Macaque’s “can hear the past/present/future” thingy, did he managed to hear it accidentally or was he trying to learn more about his powers/Shadowpeach’s past ?

Yes, he was just wondering since last time that he found the sleeping cuddling with him, what exactly happened for them to rift away. Guess curiosity killed the cat

@aurabooboo ha chiesto: So. I'm rewatching season 5, right? I noticed that they almost had a yelling match with MK right in the middle. Would Wukong apologize to him for that?

These 3 have so much to talk about… i wont draw everything, but they definitely apologised offscreen.

@elianaroselight ha chiesto: It is quite telling how Wukong immediately knew what to do to help calm MK, but also, Macaque coming in with the perspective of having gone through it himself. The need for them to remain close by and wait until Mk is asleep before trying to leave. This means Mac has been through exactly what he is telling them not to do and knows the pain, sorrow and trauma that comes from feeling abandoned like this. They may be facing their past hurting their own kid through proxy and try to help him fight against the trauma. Luckily they have good people to help when they themselves can't. *looks at Freenoodles*

Yup! Their response is exactly related to what they do to calm the other!

@thenerdycupcake ha chiesto: So, does MK’s gold vision combine with his hearing sometimes so that he sees some of what he’s hearing from the past?

Oooohhh i guess he does! So he can literally see and hear the past!

@frogsfandoms ha chiesto: Omg why can I see after MK wakes up he thinks that it isn’t the past he’s hearing and that it actually just happened. Rushing to see if Wukong and Macaque are hurt and or trying to stop them from fighting 😭😭😭

Oohhh our baby still doesn’t want to believe it actually happened :(

Anonimo ha chiesto: Adult MK: OH MY GOD A SPIDER *desperate scared monkey noises* Baby MK: what's this? A 5 starts meal? *Tries to chomp said spider* He's gonna be sooo disgusted when someone tells him he tried to eat one fkdkdlfmfl

Oh poor MK. He’ll be teased about this for the rest of his days.

@sailera ha chiesto: Hello I have question about you Shadowpeach bio dads au- How would Pigsy react that his only employee turned to a baby? And hadn’t answered his phone in few days? Also love your art!! And your ISAT comic got me again interested in playing Sky ✨

Mk only became a baby for like- 20 hours. Mei told him that he stayed at FFM because he was ‘tired after training’. As of now Pigsy didn!t found out

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That's all for this week! Thank you a lot for all the asks!

[banmitbandit]

Pots 'N' Picks Week 2024: Day 7: Breakfast/Lunch/Dinner/Snacks/Dessert/Family/Goodbye

[Dungeon Meshi spoilers (with a big amount of canon divergence) and a long, long caption beneath the Keep Reading]

November 20th, 1484 Dear Senshi, It's been a little over eighty two years since you've been gone. In that time, Merrywinn, the newborn baby you held in your arms days before you passed, became a great-great-grandmother, and her funeral last week was as rancorous as every other half-foot funeral we attended. Soon, it will be my one thousandth birthday, and I can only hope that, like you and Marcille, that's when this curse will finally be lifted, and I can see you again. If that's true, then that means I'm the beginning of an end. Instead of twenty one years, Laios will only have to wait three until he dies after me, and Falin will only have to wait three after that. In twelve years from now, Izutsumi will pass on too, and the six of us will get to share a meal together once again. I've missed your cooking, sure, but most importantly, I've missed you. Do you remember when we first shared that bottle of wine in my new house in Kahka Brud, over nine hundred years ago, before we had the slightest idea that something was wrong? I told you that I didn't want to make you feel the way I felt when Fayfinn left me. You said you didn't care, that it was worth whatever small amount of time you had me. Obviously, it turned out that fate had different plans for us, that the Winged Lion had cursed Marcille too, that we'd each live as long as she would. It's been hard, but since then, you've been there for me every step of the way. When Fayfinn passed, when my girls passed, when their children passed, and theirs too. You've been there for everything, and I'm thankful for it, from the bottom of my heart. I knew I wouldn't be prepared to lose you, and I wasn't. But no matter how much I hurt, Izutsumi was worse, even if she'd never admit it, and I had to be strong for her, too. She's strong and independent, just like she's always been, since the day we met her, but you were the closest thing to a father she ever had. She loved you, Senshi. She said so herself at your funeral. I just hope she doesn't miss me enough to cry at mine. I don't care what dwarves or tallmen or elves think, you and I both know funerals are supposed to be celebrations. Fun is in the name, isn't it? I haven't been okay in a long time, but these days, I feel somewhat peaceful. I have lived my life to the fullest, like any good half-foot should. My birthday gets nearer and nearer with each passing day. Tomorrow, Lochlee, Merrywinn's great-grandson, is helping me collect my things so that I can return to Merini for Laios and Falin's birthday in a few days, and I plan to stay there at the castle until my time is up. I've packed the cheesecake recipe you perfected, and I'm going to sneak it to the cooks whilst Laios isn't looking. I'm sure he'll end up eating yours and Marcille's portions too, but I know you won't mind. After that, it's Marcille's birthday. Then Izutsumi's. Then mine. I'm looking forward to it; like funerals, birthdays are for celebrating. Even elves know that. I can't wait to see you again, Senshi. Yours, -Chilchuck Tims

An AU I proposed back in the Chilshi Nation server a while ago seemed to be a good way to break my heart when rounding off Chilshi week. A lot of people bring up the tragedy of Chilchuck and Senshi's lifespans being so different, and it makes me wonder what it would be like if Marcille's misguided wish had long term consequences.

This wasn't intended to be seven pages long with the lyrics to A Thousand Years by Christina Perri shoved in, but that's what it ended up being. The song seemed a little too perfect not to include.

All of my Chilshi posts were drawn up on the day, and I used them mostly as an excuse to experiment, whether it be posing, body types, shading, comic layouts... My later entries got to be a little more ambitious with what I wanted to do with them, so they're maybe not as polished as I would like them to be, but I hope you can enjoy them anyways.

Whilst I'm here, I'd like to extend a special thankyou to @dumblilracoon for dealing with my awful brainstorming and struggling all week. Couldn't have done this without you. And of course, the Chilshi Nation discord server for being so lovely! :)

If you reblogged or liked or commented on even one of my Chilshi week posts, thankyou so much! Chilshi week has been a blast and working on it and seeing all the lovely art and writing that's come up from it has been a treat.

Happy Chilshi Week, everybody!

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Best Friends with Gaara Relationship Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns

𓆃 The epitome of an adult friendship; you won't see each other or talk for months, but when your schedules magically align weeks later, you pick up exactly where you left off like the time you hadn't seen each other was nothing.

𓆃 Despite not being able to spend regular amounts of time together, your friendship with Gaara is the most stable, closest, and valued friendship you probably have.

𓆃 After all, Gaara's leading a country, and with the bustle of shinobi society, you have your hands full with your profession. Especially if you're pursuing an ambitious shinobi career, you're going to be away traveling for long periods of time.

𓆃 And if you're in the ANBU, you can expect to not see your loved ones for extremely long periods of time.

𓆃 Perhaps if you're a citizen of the Sand, you might see each other more often, but your relationship wouldn't deviate much compared to any other distance.

𓆃 But the time between spending time together isn't what defines your relationship. While the distance appears rather severe on paper, the times you are together, it makes you forget about all the time you were apart.

𓆃 Perhaps it's a lunch or a dinner out, but it lasts for hours just catching up on all the crazy things you've been waiting to tell each other.

𓆃 And when you get older, perhaps Gaara will pull out a physical list of things he's written to tell you along with a new pair of reading glasses.

𓆃 You quite literally never run out of things to talk about, cutting loose with each other just reacting to the various outlandish things you've endured during your time apart.

𓆃 Gaara typically sits very silently when you're talking, expressing his interest through the hand he holds up to his lips.

𓆃 He doesn't make many gestures of acknowledgment outside of his intent forward staring, but know that he's listening very intently.

𓆃 And while he's not a man to have extreme reactions like gasps or surprised outbursts, he will add his own dry commentary that will have you melting with laughter.

𓆃 The rare times he offers a closed-lipped smile and a chuckle are almost always with you.

𓆃 He may cross his arms over his chest, but if in doubt, you can tell he's laughing by the shaking and bobbing of his shoulders.

𓆃 It's quite the sight, and sometimes his employees will try to subtly gather around your meeting spot to catch a glimpse of the ever-serious Kazekage smiling and laughing at jokes.

𓆃 But just because you don't see each other often doesn't mean you're not there for each other.

𓆃 Gaara can and will exhaust all the resources he's able to in order to help you out. He doesn't like to make a show of it and will deny it when he can, but he's a ride or die friend.

𓆃 He's also willing to roll along with more impulsive plans than he lets on. Whether it's spontaneous dinners or a crazy plan you've been dedicated to since lunch, Gaara isn't above pushing back some of his affairs to indulge you.

𓆃 Granted that the things that need tending to aren't urgent.

𓆃 Sometimes you'll write letters, but those are few and far between. But the moment you mention you need assistance, Gaara is more than willing to pull strings to help you where he can.

𓆃 It's always just the right amount of help. He can't solve your problems for you, but he can offer you precisely what you need most times.

𓆃 Prepare to fight over the bill at restaurants and think of something really thoughtful for special holidays because you're constantly making thoughtful gestures to each other.

𓆃 Gaara is comically cryptic about gifts.

𓆃 "Do you have sufficient area in your home?" he might write to you one day, "I'm sending you a gift that needs... sufficient area. I can't tell you how much, or it'll ruin the surprise."

𓆃 He'll also try to leverage his position as Kazekage if you won't let him grab the bill or accept a meaningful act of service— which is all in good fun of course.

𓆃 You'll be smacking his hand away because he's offering to put money down on the table, and he'll look you in the eye with a very serious expression, "You're daring to defy the Kazekage?"

𓆃 It's clear that you and Gaara care about each other very much, so much that your friendship can never be broken by things as silly as "time and distance."

𓆃 You will always be there for each other and remain great and loyal friends for a lifetime.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[baronessvonglitter]

if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 16 | "all i want for christmas is you"

Dave York x f!Reader

Word count: 5,473

Summary: Years later, you run into Dave on Christmas Eve.

(Spoilers are in the Warnings under the cut so please peek responsibly)

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, Time Skip, TW for physical altercation (pushing, choking, pinning down), alcohol consumption, talk of weapons, hinting at reader being killed, mention of chemical paralytics (NMBA's), surprise pregnancy (happened after Chapter 15) and revelation of paternity, mention of wetwork, reader has C-section scar, wears a dress and nail polish, masturbation, pussy pronouns, p in v sex, quickest enemies to lovers ever, and one Christmas Eve marriage proposal (if I've forgotten anything please do let me know)

Author's note: I defrosted Mariah Carey earlier than anyone would like her to be, and yes I was listening to this song as I wrote. I don't care. It's one of my favorite Christmas songs ever and nobody can convince me otherwise 😜

Series Masterlist

dividers by @saradika-graphics 👑

Six Years Later

You step out of your car into the cold St. Louis night. It's Christmas Eve, and the streets are lined with snow. Brightly lit storefronts boast presents of all kinds, the electric glow of the holiday season luring in last minute customers. You keep your hands in your coat pocket as you walk, eyes scanning the perimeter.

Pour Decisions, the bar you've owned for the past couple years, is filled with its usual patrons, the atmosphere friendly and charged with holiday cheer. Checking to see that the staff is doing well and everything is in order, you ask for an old-fashioned, enjoying the warmth that spreads through you as you sip the whiskey cocktail, sitting at an inconspicuous table in the back and looking around at the one thing you can really call your own, the only place that doesn't hold bad memories.

That's when you see him enter your establishment. The man who claimed to have loved you with all his heart. The man whose life you destroyed. The man without whom you wouldn't be where you are right now.

Walking to the bar and sitting by himself, drinking to take away the pain, is Dave York.

It feels like all your breath leaves your body yet you give an audible gasp. He doesn't see you, doesn't even appear to be looking for you.

In your darkest nightmares he returns for you and kills you. You carry that fear with you. You've been preparing for it since the day your plane left for London years ago.

Emergency exit to my right you think to yourself, a habit you've formed in the six years since ruining his life. Glock, switchblade, syringe, you do a mental checklist of what you have on you.

You don't know whether to stay or leave. You're rooted to the spot, keeping an eye on him, poised to take whatever action necessary.

The jukebox finishes "Baby, It's Cold Outside" and moves onto "All I Want for Christmas is You" by Mariah Carey. You cringe at the sudden mood dissonance. This song would've expressed your feelings for him, once upon a very long time ago, but now it's almost comical. You want each other in a different way now: gone, even if it means dead.

Dave sighs and takes another sip of his drink, clearly lost in his own thoughts. He looks at the other people around him, some smiling and drinking to make the pain of Christmas a little more bearable, others in town for friends or family, eagerness evident on their faces.

He'd give anything just to be in their place right now. To be happy. To be able to smile like he used to smile. And it was all taken away from him by you.

Suddenly he hears someone calling out your name over the music.

In fact, he's been waiting for it. His head jerks up to see where you are, but he can't find you. His eyes scan the bar from face to face.. until finally he sees you. You're sunk low in your chair but he knows you immediately. He knows those eyes that have haunted him for years.

You're nodding and talking to your friend, and the moment you nervously glance around you meet Dave's gaze. It feels like pinpricks all over your body.

For one moment the world stops. All of the moments of his time with you come rushing back as he looks at you. All of the joy he felt with you, all of the pain you caused him. For a moment he allows himself the memory of your pliant body beneath his, your soft, slender throat beneath his grip, thumbs pressing just hard enough on your windpipe to make you cum.

What a waste, he thinks, keeping his cold gaze on you.

You talk to your friend a little longer then finish your drink, order another, and down it.

Now you have liquid courage to face him.

You approach him but it feels like you're moving underwater, your limbs fighting the current.

And there he is. There you are. After six years apart. He hasn't changed much in all this time. He's still handsome. A few gray hairs here and there, and a slight scruff of facial hair when he'd always stayed clean shaven. Still wearing a suit like he's just left the office, the subtle scent of his cologne wafts to you. It suits him. But you force the thought away. You take stock of your own looks: burgundy sweater dress, black boots, hair styled differently from how you used to, perhaps in the hopes that disguising yourself would throw him off your scent, confuse him and leaving him chasing his tail.

"Fifty thousand dollars," you tell him. "I'll give you fifty thousand dollars to leave."

He says nothing, just staring at you as he hears the offer.

Fifty thousand. That's all it would cost for him to let you go. Fifty thousand dollars to spare your life.

But..

..is that what he wants, really?

"No," he says firmly. "You can't make it up to me with fifty thousand dollars."

Your heart sinks to your stomach. "Then name your price. Whatever it is I'll pay it."

Dave takes a long sip of his drink as he considers your offer. For a moment he's tempted to accept it, to end this nightmare once and for all. But..

..no. It's not a question of money.

"The price is a hell of a lot higher than that," he says with cold finality. "You destroyed my family and you left me without my soul."

In your time on your own you've learned to be assertive. You're no longer the shy, simpering girl he used to know. "You did that to yourself, Dave. I only held up a mirror to show what you really are. Besides," you give him a devious smile, your words dripping with venom, "we both know you have no soul."

"Maybe I don't," he meets your gaze with unwavering ire. "But neither do you.. you destroyed everything good and beautiful that we had."

He takes another long sip, savoring the taste and savoring this moment where he's dissecting you. "You can try to blame me. You can try to make yourself the victim of this story. But you're not the victim. You're the monster. You're the one who brought darkness into my life when I didn't deserve it. When I gave you nothing but my love and my faith.. you used them to destroy everything I held dear."

"I disagree." You hop onto the barstool next to him, unafraid of him. "The real victims are my father, who you killed, and your wife and kids, who you betrayed. We both lost our families, Dave. I evened the score."

His eyes bore a hole into your soul as you speak. "That's the thing you can't seem to understand, sweetpea. Life isn't a zero-sum game. One person's loss is not another person's gain. You didn't 'even the score' by getting your revenge."

His voice turns cold and harsh as he speaks the truth. "You made a choice to try to destroy me. That's something I can never understand. And you'll never be forgiven for."

"I'm not interested in your forgiveness, David," you correct him. "You're the one in my city, in my bar, looking for me. With you, there's always an ulterior motive. Out with it."

And then he smiles at you. It's a cold, hard smile. "I came here to see you. So we can end this."

You stare into his eyes and wear a sardonic smile. "You mean, so you can end me."

"Yes," he answers simply.

You consider getting another drink, but two old-fashioneds on an empty stomach has you feeling good already. Maybe that's why you're not afraid.

"My late husband owned this bar, and now it's mine," you say, looking around with pride and wistfulness. "I met him here, years ago."

"Husband," he repeats in a dull tone. "Did you ruin his life too?" he asks.

"Well, he is dead," is your deadpan reply and you hate that your heart misses a beat when Dave smirks in reply. "It would be bad for business if you were to kill me in my own establishment, at peak holiday season," you remind him, proud of your practical tone of voice.

"You may be right about that," Dave admits. "The customers would scramble out of their seats, trample each other to get to the exits. In this day and age you know I'll be caught on camera. And that's not good for my.. 'business'.. either. But," he adds with a grin, "that doesn't mean you're safe."

"I've been looking over my shoulder ever since I came back to the states. I was surprised you didn't follow me to London. In the meantime I've just been waiting for the day when you would come and exact your revenge."

"That's exactly what I've come to do," he says coldly. "I made a promise a long time ago that I would never forgive you."

He takes a long drink and looks at you as if he's seeing you for the first time. "And now, the time has come."

You can see it in his eyes. You can see the darkness that now resides there, different from the one that used to excite you. It's Dave, but it's not the Dave you used to know.

A chill goes through you. You nod, knowing this day is long overdue. If your father faced death at the hands of Dave York, so can you.

You put down your glass, the whiskey still on your lips. "I'm glad it's you. Poetic that way." You stand up from your seat, surprised that your knees don't buckle automatically. "Outside," you tell him.

In the darkness of the alley behind the bar, your coat offers no protection from the cold you feel in your heart. The back street is empty. You look up at the stars in the night sky, feeling small in their midst.

This is it.. the end of it all.

He looks at you and sees the same calmness that he saw in your father. He sees that you've accepted your fate without fear, and he can't help but admire that.

"You know.. I thought about it a lot as I came here," he says. "What I wanted to do to you when I found you.. and what I wanted you to feel in your last moments."

You languidly turn to him, as if in a dream. "So tell me."

"I wanted to make you suffer. I wanted to see you beg for mercy, to see you plead for your life." His smile is cold and cruel. "But you're not scared, are you, sweetpea? Either you're as tough as I believe, or your self-preservation instincts are for shit," he sneers. "Even now, you're calm.."

Your placid countenance belies your shivering heart as you stand against the wall, deep breath in, deep breath out. "How are you going to do it?"

"You really want to know? You trust me that much?"

"You're the best, right? I'm glad it's you." You smile a little, shaking your head. "I loved you from the first time I saw you, Dave. I've loved you all this time. I love you right now."

He almost laughs. It's comical to hear you talk about love at a moment like this. "And I've hated you for all these years. I hate you for what you did to my family. I hate you with every fiber of my being.."

His voice turns to a whisper. "And I hate you because I still love you."

A brief smile flickers in your eyes. "As you once told me.. 'If this is love, we're both fucked.'"

Dave seems reluctant now, as if he's had a change of heart. You love each other, despite everything, and even now you're willing to let him just take your life, snuff it out with a single blow.

"Don't disappoint me, York," your voice pierces his thoughts like an icy blast. "Don't tell me you've come all this way for nothing. Not when I've been getting ready for you."

In an instant he pins you to the wall, his weight pressing you into the bricks as his hands wrap around your throat. Your breath comes in labored gasps as you fight to free your arms and legs. Despite your efforts, Dave is physically stronger. He's methodical, using his strength to subdue you rather than overpowering you with brute force. You can feel the desperation rising, your struggle becoming more frantic as you wrack your brain for any possible means of escape.

In a moment of clarity amidst the chaos, you find a small sharp object in your purse - the syringe. With a burst of adrenaline you jab it into the soft area right below his ribs, keeping your thumb off the plunger.

He lets out a sharp grunt and loosens his grip, staring dumbfounded at the needle sticking out of him, your finger hovering over the end, ready to press the danger into his bloodstream. "Let me guess," he says, his breath warm against your face. "Propofol? Rocuronium bromide?"

"Air," you answer with a winning smile, your voice hoarse from his choking you.

He swallows thickly, face pale even in the wintry moonlight.

You've never felt a surge of power like the one shooting through your veins right now. "I'd say my instinct for self-preservation is pretty fucking good."

Right as you see that angry spark in his eye you take advantage of the temporary adrenaline rush and push him away from you. Dave stumbles back, pulling the syringe from his torso and tossing it away right before you crash into him again. You both topple onto the cold wet pavement, grappling with one another, and it doesn't escape your realization that it's all an inverted display of the way you couldn't keep your hands off each other years ago.

You're unaware that the contents of your purse have fallen out in the scuffle, until Dave pins you down and notices the knife, the gun, neither of which you bothered to use on him just moments before. Then the bright light of your phone screen illuminates its presence in the shadowy alleyway.

Your wallpaper is a picture of you, holding a small boy who's smiling as you're kissing his cheek.

Still beneath him, your stomach lurches and you scramble for phone. "Give that back!" But Dave doesn't listen.

"You have a child?" he asks, completely bewildered that he hadn't thought of you having a life apart from the history you have with him. You'd mentioned a husband, but not a child.

The photo is lovely, taken recently as he guesses from the similar hairstyle as you have now. He's a beautiful child, with his mother's eyes. The love between mother and son is palpable, something pure and sweet that he has only experienced with his own children. It takes the wind out of him. He looks at you and all of the anger, all of the hate and rage he felt towards you seems to dissolve like salt in water.

Your heart is near palpitating as you take the phone from him, gently wiping the falling snow from the screen, taking a tiny moment to admire the photo for yourself. "The last night we spent together in that little motel room.. before everything happened.. a couple months later I found out I was pregnant."

It takes every ounce of courage you have to confess this to him: "This is Benjamin.. your son.."

Dave is paralyzed by your revelation, utterly unable to move or even breathe as he stares at the photo, puts the pieces together. He sees his features in his son, the perfect combination of you and him in another being, a little boy who is the culmination of your love.

He sees you as he never saw you before. You're not the woman who betrayed him and destroyed his family. You're the woman who gave him a son, a part of himself that he never knew would exist.

"He's beautiful," he murmurs, drinking in this moment, helping you to your feet as you struggle to stand, asking if you're all right but you don't answer him.

You've never envisioned how this would go. Not even your late husband knew Ben's real paternity, just that you needed stability to raise him. A part of you is on edge. You've just revealed the person who means the most to you in this world, and in one moment Dave could take it away.

"He just turned five in September," you tell him, "That night.. that terrible and wonderful night before I left you.. something good came from all of it," you tell him.

He nods. "I guess it did." He looks at the picture once more. "Where is he?"

You take a moment before answering. "He's at home. A friend of mine is watching him."

"I want to see him."

"You already have kids, Dave. Or have you forgotten them?"

"Don't go," he pleads as you start to walk away. Around the corner you can hear the holiday music blaring from the bar. "Last Christmas" by Wham!

"I want to see him," he says, catching up with you. "Please."

Being a mom has made you soft. And the truth is you spent the majority of your energy in your short scuffle with him moments ago. "Follow me home."

"Leave whatever weapons you have in the mailbox."

You wait on him, arms crossed, ensuring your safety before you let him beyond your threshold. Dave puts his semi-automatic pistol and a knife. He had these on him all the time but didn't use them..

"Now you," he says, watching as you put your own gun and knife into the mailbox. One corner of your mouth lifts up into a half-smile as your eyes meet, realizing you've both thought alike.

Inside your home it's cozy. A brightly lit Christmas tree glows with warm golden light in front of the main window in the living room. Dave looks around, taking it all in: the decorations placed with love and care, the presents piled under the tree for Ben - his son - to open the next morning.

A woman, clad in a soft gray sweater and jeans, comes out from the hallway, carrying little Ben in her arms. "He couldn't sleep without you here," she tells you, her glance jumping quickly between you and Dave.

You take him from her, letting her know you're home for the night and giving a quick introduction to Dave. "This is Paige, she helps me with Ben from time to time."

They exchange hellos, a little awkward under the circumstances. You take Ben in your arms, and he immediately wraps his arms around you. You wish Paige a happy Christmas and she leaves.

Now it's just the three of you. "Can I hold him?" Dave asks.

You hesitate before nodding, asking Ben if he's okay to go with him. Watching him with his father you can see the resemblance, plain as day. "Is he what you looked like as a kid?" You ask curiously.

"I think so," he smiles, still amazed that he's holding his child, a piece of him that he left behind with you for so long, your love made real.

Ben is bathed and put to bed. Dave knows everything about him by now: his birthday, favorite foods, his friends in his kindergarten class, the names of his stuffed animals and favorite superheroes. All this Dave takes in with the same interest he had when his daughters were younger.

He even reads him a bedtime story while you watch from the doorway, watching a scene you never imagined would come to life. Ben has Dave's smile, his hair. It's uncanny. You remember when you first started working for the Yorks, the first night you walked in on him reading to the girls before bed. That was the moment you fell in love with him.

It might be happening all over again.

After he's asleep you sit in the living room, sipping coffee spiked with brandy.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" he asks.

You sip your drink, letting it warm the chill that's going through you, hoping it'll dull the overpowering emotions coursing in your veins. "I was afraid you'd come after me, kill me, and take him away."

"Is that what you think of me? That I'd kill you for our son?" For a moment he actually looks hurt.

"I don't know what to think of you."

"I deserve to be in his life," he says stubbornly, and you get a peek of the old Dave from before. "We can put the past behind us. We can get reacquainted. We can be what we should have been all along. He belongs to both of us. And I want to be here for him." He pauses, seeing the photos on the table and walls: you and Ben throughout his young life: on a beach somewhere with pure white sand, at a zoo posing in front of the zebras, and in every picture it's obvious he's loved.

"You did a good job with him, sweetpea. Our son is happy."

"He was my reason for going on," you tell him. "I was still in London when I found out I was pregnant. At first I thought it was the worst possible thing that could happen, but when I really sat down to make a decision I realized there was no other option but to keep him and love him. I knew a miracle could be reaped from the awfulness we sowed."

You raised him alone, mostly, with some help from your mother, who of course asked who Ben's father was. There was absolutely no way you could tell her, so you simply said it was a boyfriend who'd wanted nothing to do with the baby. After getting your Master's you found yourself here in St. Louis, met Liam who cared for you and your child, and lost him to sudden illness only a year after you married him. And every day you did not stop thinking about Dave.

"I assume you're still involved in your.. activities?" you ask him.

He takes a deep breath, mentally going over the jobs he'd done in the past six years, of which he'd taken more than before you'd left. Not only had he needed the money, but he needed something else to keep from thinking about you.

"Yes, I am," he replies. "I know you were hoping for a different answer than that."

"I was hoping for a different answer, but I wasn't expecting one," you tell him. "And the situation with Carol and the girls.. did she leave you? Did you work things out?" You hate that this is the answer you dread the most.

"We're divorced now," he says curtly. "And the girls.." an actual smile melts away his bitterness. "The girls are great. They're teenagers now. We've worked out a custody arrangement and we're keeping things civil for their sake. They adapted better than I thought they would."

"Do they all hate me for what I did? For my part in the affair?"

He pauses. "It's complicated.. the girls know why you left. I haven't given them any details and I doubt Carol has told them anything they shouldn't know. But you shouldn't blame yourself. It takes two to tango. I'm just as guilty."

You've finished your coffee, and just as you start to rise from your chair you pause, giving him a smirk. "Dave.. calling yourself 'guilty' after everything you've done is probably the funniest thing I've ever heard."

He takes your hand as you try to walk past him. "What would you say if I said we should be together for Benjamin's sake?"

You should have seen this coming, should have known he'd attempt to ingratiate himself into your good graces to keep some control over your life. "I've already done that. I married my late husband so that Benjamin could have a father.. I'm not going to go into any more relationships under false pretenses."

There's something more he wants to say, something that he wants to get across to you. "A lot of my life is gone. Lost. Because of what you did."

"I know. And I can say the same about you. We took each other's lives away."

"But you," Dave continues, "you gave me this. All of the happiness you took away, you gave it back to me in a way I never would have dreamed." He takes your hand in his. "And what if this isn't false pretenses? What if I'm asking because I know.. because we know, you and I are meant for each other?"

He knows he's getting ahead of himself. He's letting his emotions and his desire take over.

But you shake your head. "You only want me because I'm the one left standing in the ashes."

"You're partly right," he agrees. "I want you because you're right in front of me now. That's just natural, I'd say. But I always wanted you, sweetpea," he says with total honesty. "You were always the woman I loved."

"Fucked up people always love other fucked up people," you remind him. "And you and I are the most fucked up people I know,. Weren't we just about to kill each other in an alley?"

"Maybe you would have killed me.. but you didn't. And I could have killed you.."

"I get it, I get it," you playfully roll your eyes. "Am I your first failed mission?"

"Yeah, but.. definitely worth it."

He manages to get a smile out of you, and as he pulls you close he rejoices that you don't pull away. When he brings his lips to yours for a kiss, you don't stop him. You come together as fluidly as if you'd never been apart all this time, and you kiss him back hungrily, having missed his taste.

In the bedroom your appetite only grows stronger as you unbutton Dave's shirt, running your hands over the warmth of his chest. He lifts your dress over your head and you continue to unwrap each other. Your eyes take in every inch of his frame, seeing that he hasn't changed much in six years. His side job keeps him fit and he's kept his little belly that you've always found so attractive.

He reaches for you, takes your curves under his touch and gently kneading your soft flesh. "I missed you so much.." he whispers as you gasp with pleasure. "Missed what's mine." As his hands trace your skin he discovers the small scar on your lower abdomen, nearly hidden by the softness of your own little belly.

"What's this?" he asks, noticing that his touch doesn't seem to register there.

"It was Ben," you explain. "I had to have an emergency C-section."

His fingers trace over the scar, imagining the pain you must have gone through, the fear you must have felt. "I should have been there with you."

"I'm not made of glass, Dave." Breaking from him you lay back on the bed, legs parted as you begin to touch yourself, lifting your eyes to meet his dark gaze as your fingers continue their pleasured work across your delicate folds.

"Open wider," he says in a low command, crawling over you on the bed, watching intently. "Make yourself come."

He follows each dip and swirl of your fingers, the tips painted in red glitter lacquer, as they brush across your clit, disappearing into your already drenched cunt.

"How does that feel, sweetpea?" he asks, his voice husky with lust.

"Good," you moan. "But not nearly as good as you." You reach for him, and though he wants desperately to dive into your sopping wet hole, he practices control.

"Not yet," he says gently, chiding you. "I said, make yourself come."

He watches as you add pressure to your clit, your pussy swallowing up your middle and ring fingers while your other hand palms your breast, twists and pulls your nipple. He's never seen you more gorgeous, chasing your pleasure. The scent of your sex is in the air, beckoning him, and it takes every shred of his self-discipline to keep where he is, cock in his hand, lazily stroking as his dark eyes dance with the vision of you spread out before him, coming at last.

He takes his time about getting inside you, and though you're slippery enough to handle him it's still a tight fit after years apart. He's careful until you ask him not to be, and then he fucks you with smooth, steady thrusts, bottoming out as you arch your back, crying out his name, the sound of your flesh slapping together a perfect symphony with your moaning and his praise in your ear my good girl, missed this pussy so much, needed her all this time, and she needed me, gonna tame her, make her mine all over again.

He moves with you, as if he's connected to every beat of your heart. This is the only thing in the world that feels right, no matter how wrong it is. You can't not love him, You've never felt more like yourself, realizing that he brings it out of you. The air between you becomes electric, frantic, your movements desperate and wild.

"Come for me, sweetpea," he whispers, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. "Let me feel this tight little hole get her fill of me."

It's a fucking relief when you finally come, the moment prolonged as he continues to move, stimulating your clit beyond your point, only letting up when you forcefully shove his hand away. Watching you come is a miracle made true, something he never thought he'd get to experience again, and he comes with the final clench around him, keeping him there, keeping him home.

You're both vulnerable, perhaps for the first time, with each other. There are no more secrets to be had, no more devastation to wreak. Just you and him, and an ocean of possibilities before you.

"Can you forgive me?" he asks, meeting your eyes. "For what I did?"

It's weighed heavy on your mind since the day you learned the truth, and you've come to realize that all the tragedy did was allow you to move on, even if it brought you to have to face your past more clearly.

"Yes," you answer. "I do forgive you. And now you have to forgive me."

It's easier to do that now, now that the walls you both built up have been knocked down. "I forgive you," he echoes. "We'll never bring it up again."

There's a clarity you never imagined you'd receive, a gift that's long overdue after the years of being in limbo. You snuggle to him, pressing a kiss his throat.

"I thought about you every day, sweetpea," he whispers. "And maybe I'm crazy, but.. marry me."

You're at a loss for words. You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. "What.. what did you say?" you ask slowly, usure if you even heard him right. "Did you ask me to marry you?"

"I did," he says assertively. "So? Will you marry me?" A little smirk crosses his lips and there's a light in his eyes that you've never seen before.

"I'm just so.. stunned," you sit up against the headboard and he does the same. "Why would you even want to marry me? Don't you remember everything that happened?"

"I remember everything. I remember it every day. But like you said, 'fucked up people always love other fucked up people' and look at us: still crazy about each other even after we've ruined each other's lives. There's nothing for us except to be together."

"You sound so certain," you look at him with a conflicted smile. "Are you really sure this is what you want? To wake up every day and remember what happened and who we are?"

His smile lights up his whole face. "I'm counting on us to remember who and what we are. If we forget everything that happened between us then we've learned nothing. But now we're standing in the ashes of our old lives and look at us: we won. If anything, that just proves we're supposed to be together. We know all the bad parts of each other and we still choose to be here."

Watching him, and listening, you become convinced. You can't ignore the truth of what he's saying. "I'm gonna marry you, Dave," you tell him, your voice full of love and joy.

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[loudclan-clangen]

Hello, been loving your comic for a while now! Been enjoying clangen comics a lot, and your's is one of my favourites, your artstyle and just the way you draw each character so unique is amazing. I was thinking of maybe starting my own clangen blog sometime in the future, if I get the courage to start posting publicly, and your blog is absolutely one of my biggest inspirations so far!

And thank you for cutting up the panels, I had trouble reading the moons where the quality got nuked by Tumblr and the cut up panels help with reading and seeing all the little details!

(And regarding the font thing, FontForge is one I used a while back and is also free)

Have a nice day, can't wait to see all the cat drama ™️ next moon!

Thank you so much! I am honored to be one of your favorite blogs! And I hope you do start your own! Of course, take your time and wait until you are comfortable and prepared, but once you get there just... do it! (Don't wait until it doesn't feel scary. It never doesn't feel scary.) And keep doing it until you get a result that you're happy with! It took me a couple month long breaks before my posts started getting any attention, and then when they did I was slightly horrified because I hadn't planned for that, so my advice would be not to expect success, but be ready for it! (If that makes sense?) Do things in a way that is fun and easy for you and you'll be able to hold out longer in the earlier stages and have more of a chance of sticking it out until people discover you. Also don't be afraid to take breaks. Long breaks. There's never a time at which it's too late to come back. Leave when you feel tired and come back when you feel energized. And remember that everyone in this community is here to see other people's creative work! People want to see what you've got!

[seramilla]

Aww Sera and Carmilla expecting a baby...Emily and the Carmine sisters would be so excited and Carmilla is going to be so protective.

The moment Carmilla sits her girls down, saying she has something important to tell them, they're automatically expecting the worst. After the attempts on both Sera's and Odette's lives in the past year, neither sister feels fully prepared for any more bad news.

Then once Emily sees the look of dread on the sisters' faces, she also sits down, readying herself for whatever foreboding thing Carmilla may have in store for them all.

Sera comes up behind Carmilla, laying her hand on her wife's shoulder, for moral and emotional support. Fuck, the girls think in unison, this can't be good, if Sera has to help her give the news.

"Mom?" Clara asks, a little concerned. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Carmilla's face is not worried. And then, Sera is suddenly smiling. Wait, why is Sera smiling?

"Girls," Carmilla starts, feeling the solid pressure of Sera's hand on her back. She reaches up to grasp the Seraphim's soft hand in hers, entwining their fingers together. Carmilla takes it as a sign to continue. "Sera has just informed me that she's with child."

Odette and Clara can't believe it at first. Neither can Emily. In fact, they all seem rather confused. Their faces twist up, as if Carmilla has just grown two heads. Maybe she has; did their mother just say that Sera is pregnant?

"Wait, what?" Odette asks, when neither fallen angel stops smiling. She looks back and forth between the two of them, still waiting for the punchline of the joke, but it never seems to land. "Wait. You're serious? You're not serious! Wait! Mom! You're serious?!"

"Mom??!!" Clara shrieks, lower jaw practically hitting the floor, as she stands up from her seat in excitement.

"SERA!!???" Behind Clara, Emily screeches even louder, holding her hands up to her face. The smaller angel bounces up and down ecstatically, letting out an adorable duck-like squeak at the prospect of what Carmilla's just said.

"Yes, Emily," Sera says, giggling, highly amused at her sister's response. Carmilla's laughing now, too. The difference in each girl's reaction is comical.

"Is it yours?" Odette asks. "It is yours, right, Mom? I mean, who else would it belong to? Hahaha, holy shit, wow. Sera, I can't believe it!"

"I'm gonna be a big sister!" Clara screams, giving Emily a high five.

"I'm gonna be a big...aunt...sister...bigauntsister?!" Emily screams even louder, returning Clara's high five.

Odette's still tries to work out the logistics of this development in her head, but she doesn't get very far, because Clara and Emily draw her into a hug, and then she remembers how ecstatic she is, and they all hug each other, and screech some more.

Then Emily, ever the empath, runs over to hug Sera, who looks down at her sister, stroking the side of the little angel's face.

"I love you, Sera," Emily says, burying her face in her taller sister's robes. "I'm so happy for you!"

Sera bends down to eye level, and returns the gesture, embracing Emily tightly. Even though Sera is far from showing at this point, Emily touches her stomach, grinning wildly at her.

"I love you, too, Emily. You're going to be such a good influence on them. I just know it."

[wolfjackle-creates]

I have to say, Ghost!Robin has me quite curious.

Dialog snippet, please?

Also, I love your writing, can't wait to see what your wrinkly brain comes up with next

Ghost!Robin is one I've written quite a bit for, though I haven't transferred it over to AO3 yet. You can find Part 1 here.

The summary, Jazz and Jason are meeting and decide to have a dinner at Wayne Manor to officially meet all of each other's relatives. That's everyone for Jason, but just Danny for Jazz.

Danny is the Ghost King and wants this night to be normal. He spent a full month preparing to get the one single evening free of any ghost business and he's psyched.

But the moment he sees Jason, all he can pay attention to is the ghost of the dead Robin that's hanging off his shoulders. So he tries to go through the introductions and dinner without letting on that he's seeing a literal ghost and it's working great. Until Robin outs everyone's secret identities. Then the cat's out of the bag.

I'm afraid I don't have any of the next arc written yet. And there's some things I don't want to share because ~*spoilers*~. But, I can go into how the Jason-Robin situation happened in the first place!

So, when Jason came back, his ghost was still separated from his body. Per the comics, he was mindless and had no memories and spent months in a Gotham hospital before Talia discovered him. She then took him and tried to nurse him back to health and when that didn't work, she dipped him in a Lazarus pit. The Lazarus pit rushed in and filled the parts of Jason that were empty because his ghost was not in his body. But with his body alive again and some semblance of his mind, his ghost was dragged back to the living world. Because the two pieces of who he was - his soul and his body - will forever be tied.

However, since the Lazarus pit filled the places that were empty, there wasn't room for Jason's ghost to reunite with his body properly. It's why his Lazarus rage didn't fade the way it normally does. Most people who are revived with the pits, they haven't been separated from their ghost as long as Jason. And the ghost can just slide back into their body. His ghost got all the bits of him that were hopeful and bright. The parts that made Robin magic in Jason's eyes. Because that is who he was before his brutal murder. And the Jason who was forced to go on living with the pits inside of him is the boy who was murdered and has all the baggage that entails. But because his ghost is no longer part of him, he can't remember how he used to be filled with hope. Or, well he can remember, but he is disconnected from those emotions. He remembers feeling like that, but it's impossible for him to regain those emotions because they're locked in his ghost and his ghost isn't part of him anymore.

And eventually it's been years. Jason has grown and changed so much as a person that, even if the pits were removed from him entirely, the spaces left wouldn't fit the boy he'd been when he died. Some of his anger is artificial, but a lot of it isn't. And the boy who believed Robin made him magic and had wonder and wanted to get an English degree... well, he can't just take all that back as-is and be back to that kid anymore. Too much has happened.

So part two will be about how Jason and Ghost!Robin manage to reunite themselves into one person. Even though their edges no longer fit together the way they did.

Thanks for asking about this one! It's still a favorite of mine.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hiya! Recently been getting into the Ridgeside Mod, and more into the ninja quests... May i request (Some) Vanilla Bachelor/ettes Spouse reactions to the Farmer getting more involved with the Ninjas / Cult of the Lady with the Red Tail? Like for instance the Farmer starts wearing Ninja Clothing, Not showing up to the Valley Events To Help out The Cult, Becoming more Closed off/ Secretive? Stuff like that, Thank you so much for your consideration!! :3c Love your Writing!!

Eeyyyyyyy, thank you for your ask and kind words, dear anon 😊❤️ Glad toy like my silly headcanons! So, have some more! Enjoy! 🫰

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When Farmer started dressing up in the Cult's clothes, Emily showed no concern, but instead showed enthusiasm for her spouse's "new cool style". She even offered to make a black cloak so Farmer can look even more mysterious. But as the skipping of events like the Flower Dance began, Emily was already starting to get a little worried. Had something happened in their job of adventurer? Farmer was becoming a little distant... The blue-haired girl is trying to show that she's willing to listen to Farmer, because surely something bad has happened.

Usually Tuesday and Thursday were the days when Harvey and Farmer were busy almost all day (the doctor at the clinic and Farmer in Ridgeside Village), and on the other days the couple made time for each other. Now Farmers are going to the neighbouring settlement almost every day, and they almost always return wounded. Harvey realises that Farmer is unlikely to share the reason for their visit in connection with their adventurer activities (he doesn't know about the Cult), but he asks them to carry a first aid kit. Or to turn to Paula for help.

Hey, why does the Farmer act like Abigail doesn't notice anything? She's not stupid, you know, and she sees everything! The way her spouse has started to go off "on business" more often at Ridgeside Village, the way they've stopped talking about all their adventures.... Something interesting has happened, hasn't it? And they don't want to share the news even with their own wife? Well, Abby won't give up so easily. She's certainly not going to follow them, absolutely not, toooootaly.

With each day that Farmer leaves just about every house and goes to Ridgeside Village until late in the evening, Shane begins to think that the reason is not because of their "super very important assignment they can't talk about". That feeling was gone after he and Farmer got married, but now it's back and increasingly sowing a seed of insecurity in Shane's heart. They... they'd found someone else, hadn't they? Someone better? No, then Farmer would have been blunt. But just... What else could he think, they'd grown cold to him...

Haley had waited a whole year for this event, preparing her dress, rehearsing her moves. And for what? Only to then hear from her own spouse the morning hours BEFORE the Flower Dance that they were leaving for Ridgeside Village. Again. Haley will get terribly upset and give Farmer a VERY serious talking to because not only have they started hiding things, but they're also setting their wife up. So she's going to find out what's going on with Farmer. Right here, right now. No buts!

Aaaaawwww, what? Farmer, why can't Sam go with you? He wouldn't mind visiting Ridgeside Village with his spouse and hanging out there for a while. Having a lunch at the Pika's, check out Phillip's new comic book edition. Hmm? Farmer going into the woods instead of the village? Isn't it dangerous out there? He knows his spouse continues to protect everyone as an adventurer, and that's mega cool! Just... be careful out there, okay? After all, he knows his dear Farmer is strong, but he still worried about them.

[blaxcunicorn]

Diaboli 's angelus

Chapter 10

Lenght: 4.1k

Content: fem!reader, NSFW warning, angst,

Authors note: Heeey, here is chapter 10. Sorry that it took long, this term was crazy. I'll try and finish the story this summer!

Tag: @okaystopwhore

Eren pours another round of strong liquor into Armin's glass. "You must really be going through a hard time" Armin smiles gently. Eren is a fighter, but this was the first time Armin has seen his best friend turn to alcohol due to difficulty. "Armin, I disgust her. I don't know what to do." The blonde advisor almost spit out the liquor. "No, I'm pretty sure she…" Armin stops himself. It was clear as day that you loved him, but could your feelings have changed after the news?

"Whenever we have sex, she spaces out and doesn't wish to look at me. She made several rules during our session: I can't kiss her or do other "fun" stuff with her. I have to leave her chamber as soon we are done. We don't have sex for enjoyment anymore but rather to produce an heir." Armin's eyes widen at Eren's defeated look. "Oh, not to mention! I asked Historia the other day why she and the other helpers were always standing outside waiting for me to exit her chamber. She told me it was because she always requested a bath after our session. Can you believe that!" Eren laughs miserably, leaning further into his seat. That statement made Armin choke his drink. "H-have you told Her Majesty the news?" Armin whispers, trying to regain his voice. Eren rubs his eyes, reminiscing how that went. 

"Once a day doesn't hold, Eren; you should see me after dinner as well." You said, looking up at the ceiling. Eren hums while putting his pants on. It hurt to know that you've reduced him into a baby-maker rather than a husband. However, being able to see and touch you for more made him a bit happy. "Mikasa just gave birth." A wave of nausea hit you, settling into a deep knot in your stomach. "It's a girl…" Eren finishes, reading your mind. Mikasa getting a girl means that your position is not entirely in jeopardy. However, you are now in desperate need of a son. "I know this is selfish, but could you please bless her?" You rise up from your back, leaning it on the pillows. "You want me to bless your bastard?" It was almost comical; he could not be serious. After everything he and that stupid affair put you through. "Mikasa serves you. Carla needs  your blessing in order to be protected by the Crown." Her name stung a bit. He named her after his mother. "Does she have to serve me after all of this?" 

"Mikasa needs to be by your side at all times. She'll be back as your main helper after her recovery is completed." You didn't challenge him, as he gave you the same strict eyes he had during that time when you asked him to leave the castle. "I will not bless her." Eren took a deep breath, knowing the outcome of his proposal. He left the chamber, meeting Historia and the women again. However, this time, she was holding a letter close to her heart. He ignored it and walked to the training ground. 

"Your Majesty", Historia and the ladies curtsies. The rest of the women left the room to prepare your bath, and Historia handed you over the letter. You see a familiar royal emblem. It looked like the one on the gifts advisor Kenzo gave you. It was a circle with a capital A at its centre. You open it curiously, and your eyes widen at the message. It was a letter from Mikasa to meet up with you on at the three on top of the hill. You dismissed your ladies except Daisy after the bath. You handed over the letter, and her eyes widened. "What is it to talk about? Is she going to flaunt that she is the one with Eren's child? Having that one thing I desperately need?" You throw yourself onto the bed. "Maybe you should hear her out? Getting her perspective of everything?" You hum. As much as you hate it, she was right. 

You walk up the hill and see her holding something wrapped in a white blanket…It must be the baby. You sat down next to Mikasa and got a glimpse of little Carla and her small cooing, and you couldn't help but smile. The view is beautiful from up there; you have the perfect view of the garden; what caught your eye were the beautiful red and white rosebuds growing next to the statue of the founder Ymir. "I don't care what's going to happen to me…but she is my dearest, my most beloved. I don't want her to suffer because of her mother's mistakes." You felt your chest clench in guilt; your wrath blurred and vanished in thin air. What no, who Mikasa is holding is actually a human being, a person who might soon develop dreams and ambitions, not just some tool for power. "Just give me the chance to tell you the truth, and from there, you can make your decision." You nod, inviting Mikasa to share her and Eren's story.

Mikasa was born to an Ackerman, and her mother was from Hizuru. Her father was on a journey with the late King Grisha on a trip to Hizuru when he laid his eyes on a beautiful woman selling flowers. Her father bought flowers from here every day until he got the courage to ask her out for a couple of drinks. After a couple of drinks and love letter exchanges, they got married, and Mikasa was born. The Ackerman family decided to reside on the outskirts of the palace in a secluded wooded area. Her mother quickly adapted to the Indian way of living, but she never forgot her Hizurian culture. She never wanted Mikasa to forget her heritage and marked a reminder on her wrist. 

When she was eight, both her parents were summoned to the palace as diplomats from Hizuru paid King Grisha a visit. The Royal Court believed that having Mikasa's mother present could help contribute to better the relations between the nations. That was the day Mikasa laid her eyes on him. He was holding hands with his mother. Mikasa quickly curtsied as she was taught by her mother upon their arrival. "Hi," he nonchalantly said. "H-hi", Mikasa quickly responded. “Eren, this is Mikasa. You should play nicely with her. Maybe you can show her around the palace?" The green-eyed boy nods and takes Mikasa's hand. She felt her cheek burn as her hand touched his soft hands. 

Eren took her to a tree on a hill in the middle of the castle. There were blankets there ready for them, and Eren gently helped Mikasa sit down. "Eren?" Mikasa says curiously. "Huh," he responds, getting up from his back and into a sitting position facing her. "Do you know where babies come from?" She asks. "From the stockes, I believe…" They both sit in silence, deepening how dumb it sounded. "Well…Maybe we can ask Armin. He is the smartest person I know!" His smile brightened, thinking about his best friend. "What made you think of kids, Mikasa?" Mikasa blushes nervously. She had promised her mother not to show it to anyone. Looking into Eren's kind green eyes, she gave in to the trusting feeling they gave her. She rolled up the sleeve of her dress and unwrapped the bandage, showing him the fresh mark her mother gave her and explaining the meaning behind it. His eyes widened in curiosity, but he chose not to ask any questions as it seemed like a private matter. Mikasa felt at ease around Eren, well almost at ease, as she noticed that there was a short young man with dark features supervising them. "That's Levi Ackerman," Eren says quickly, noticing the worry in Mikasa's eyes. "He is my royal knight. The man standing next to him is Kenny, he is my father's knight. It is your clan's task to protect the Eldian royal family…"

"Eren! Eren!" Mikasa noticed his emerald eyes glow at the sight of a blonde boy holding a big book running up towards them. Armin needed a moment to catch his breath. “Hey Armin, this is Mikasa”. Armin had the kindest, bluest eyes; they were soft like the sky. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mikasa; I'm Armin", he smiles. Mikasa responds with a soft smile, introducing herself. Armin seats himself in front of the two of them, placing his big book in front of them. "Eren, look, I found a book about the ocean! Once the war with Marley ends, we need to see it! We can take a boat and travel the world as we promised those years ago!" Mikasa listened authentically and just admired how happy that dream made the boys. "Mikasa, you should join us!" Armin said. They both look at her with stars in their eyes.  She blushes and nods, and the two turn to each other with wide smiles.  From that day on, the three of them were inseparable. Mikasa spent an awful lot of time in the palace playing with the two of them whenever she was in the castle. 

Mikasa remembers that day as if it had happened the previous day. Remembering it tends to give her severe headaches. Her father had a day off and decided to spend it with his family. Mikasa was excited not because her father was home for once but rather because Eren was coming for a visit. She was preparing her dolls, placing them on each of her small wooden chairs. Leaving two seats for herself and Eren. Her tea set was neatly placed on her small table. Mikasa heard knocking from downstairs, so she rushed down to greet Eren, only to be greeted by the horrific view of her parents' bloody bodies lying on the ground. "M-mom…D-dad" Before she could react, she was knocked out cold.

"Die!" Mikasa wakes up and is faced with a new horror. Eren viciously stabbed one of her kidnappers. He is stabbing him nonstop while shouting how animals like him should die. When Eren finishes, he walks over to Mikasa, covered in blood and starts untying her. "Did they hurt you, Mikasa?" He asked his dear friend as he gently touched the bruise near her mouth. "I-I'm fine. Where is the third man? There was a third man." Eren looks confused; before they can clock what happened, Eren is kicked in the stomach. The young prince reaches for his dagger, but it's kicked away. The man slams Eren towards the wall, suffocating him. The poor boy looks over at his friend "Mikasa, If we lose, we die…If we win, we'll live…If we don't fight, we can't win…fight." Mikasa didn't know what possessed her body, but she felt electrified by his statement. She picked up the dagger and charged it into the man's heart from the back, saving Eren. 

King Grisha showed up with the Military Police after a bit. "Eren, what were you thinking? Why didn't you wait until the Military Police showed up." He shakes his son's shoulder in horror. "I-I wanted to save her as quickly as possible." He whispered, almost tearing up. The King turns to the raven-haired girl who was wearing his jacket. "Mikasa, do you remember me? Your father used to work for me," Mikasa nods. "I'm cold…and I don't know where to go," Mikasa whispered. Her eyes widened as she felt the warmth of the scarf wrapped around her. Each layer of the woollen scarf shielded against the cold and cruel world and gently whispered promises of solace and protection. "Warm?" Eren asked, blushing. Mikasa touches the soft fabric of the scarf and nods. "Come, let's go back…to our home." Eren gently grabs her hand; it feels as soft as the first time she touched it. Mikasa's eyes were glassy, and her vision was blurry. She didn't know if it was from sorrow for what she had lost or joy from what she had gained. 

Mikasa was raised under King Grisha and Queen Carla's protection. She lived with the other Ackermans but was often with the royal couple who viewed her as their own daughter, which takes her to the day when her heart breaks again. Mikasa waved the Jeagers goodbye as they floated away before continuing her maid training with an elderly Ackerman lady. She has been taking good care of herself when the royal couple has been busy as Mikasa's great aunt. Mikasa gracefully holds a bunch of plates stacked up to work on her poster. 

Armin comes running in with eyes filled with horror. "A-Armin?" She asked, worried. The blonde is tearing up, sending shivers down her spine. "W-where is Eren? Is he fine?" She almost whispered. "T-the King is fine" He hiccups. "The King? You can't mean?" The elderly lady rushed out with Mikasa and Armin following her. Mikasa is horrified, watching everyone bowing down to Eren. "The King is dead. Long live the king", was the haunting chant echoing in the room. Armin lightly pulls Mikasa, gesturing that she needs to bow. Showing approval of the new monarch. Eren walked over to Zacharias with determined eyes.  He and the other top officials followed Eren to Grish...no his office. 

Mikasa decided to visit Eren in the evening, as he had never left his office the whole day before. She found him sitting on his bed with his face in his hands. It broke her heart to see the lively boy she fell for this…broken. "Eren", she whispered as she sat down next to him. She looked around at his half-empty chamber. "They've already started moving. I'll be sleeping in their chamber starting tomorrow." He managed to squeeze out.  There was a moment of silence. There was not much Mikasa could say that could make him feel better. She wished nothing more than to make his pain away. Eren broke the silence. "I-I'm so weak", he laughed whilst tears were streaming down his face. "I couldn't protect either of them. All I could do was hide underneath Kenny."  Mikasa's eyes widened; he was having a mental breakdown. She quickly grabbed his white knuckles. "Listen…I need to tell you something. You've always…been by my side. Thank you." Eren is shocked; Mikasa has never expressed vulnerability; he stares in shock as her eyes become glazed over. "You showed me…how to live with purpose, thank you." 

"And you…" Mikasa softly touches her scarf. "You wrapped this scarf around me, thank you." The two of them sat there in silence for a swift moment. Mikasa could hear her heartbeat fill the silence. Eren wiped the tears with the arms of his shirt. "I'll wrap that around you…as many times as you want. Now and forever…As much as you want", he said softly. Mikasa didn't know where the courage came from; maybe it was knowing that Eren could've died today, but she planted a kiss on his lips. Mikasa couldn't remember who took the initiative, but she was all of a sudden under him. 

Eren's head was now on her lap. "How are you feeling?" Eren whispered as she was stroking his chestnut hair. "I'm feeling good", Mikasa blushed. Who is she kidding? She feels over the moon. The love of her life feels the same about her. Mikasa didn't care about it. Don't get it wrong. Eren felt good physically, but this couldn't fill the emptiness inside him. That was until you came into the picture. Mikasa noticed that their relationship became more platonic. She wasn't invited to his chamber to "have fun", as Eren called it. They would still see each other but with Armin. Mikasa was confused at first, but when she was made aware of your existence, everything changed. 

Mikasa was, after that, determined to maintain a platonic friendship with Eren. She might have to endure the pain of losing the love of her life, but losing him completely would shatter her even more. However, due to your arrival, Levi has been training her extra hard. "Oi brat, what happened to your stamina?" Mikasa was still catching her breath. "I don't know. I woke up with something that felt like a flu the other day," she responded between her breaths. Levi found it weird as it is rare for Ackermans to feel that ill. "You should speak to Hanji. They might know what's going on." Mikasa excuses herself and leaves on the search for Hanji.

“Congratulations Mikasa! You're pregnant! We need to celebrate…What should we name them? Sawney if it is a boy and Bean if it a girl or maybe you're having…" Hanji stops themselves as they see a single tear streaming down her face. Hanji could tell that it wasn't a happy one. Mikasa excuses herself and rushes out of Hanji's office, leaving them shocked. Mikasa started feeling nauseous as she had to move past servants carrying the decorations for the wedding ceremony, which was happening in a week. The minute she entered her room, she finally let out her cries. Was she pregnant? With Eren's child? He is about to be married to the princess of Capri! Mikasa grabs her hair in frustration whilst sliding down the door. Mikasa wakes up from the sound of knocking. "Mikasa, it's Sasha! Is everything okay?" The raven-haired girl stayed silent in hopes that she might go away. "Mikasa, I brought food!" That's when it hit. She hasn't been eating for hours. She had no appetite, but she didn't want to starve the baby to death. She opened the door, letting Sasha in. "Mikasa, you look like shit." The Ackerman girl turned to the mirror and sighed at the state of her. Her eyes were puffy, and her hair was all over the place. Mikasa sits down on her bed, and Sasha sits down right next to her, giving her the food. Mikasa stuffs in the food. The chicken has never tasted this good before. "Mikasa, are you alright?" Sasha looked worried at her friend as she had been stuffing in her food. Sasha has never seen Mikasa this hungry before. She normally doesn't eat that much. "Sasha… I'm pregmmmm" she tries to mumble with the food in her mouth. "What?" Mikasa quickly swallows the food. "I'm pregnant." Sasha's eyes glowed in excitement. “My Gods Mikasa I’m so hap…”

"His Majesty is the father", Mikasa cuts her. Sasha felt the room spinning, but she held the pillow and tried to stay calm as her friend needed her. "Well…this complicates things." Mikasa gives Sasha the “duh” face, “no, I mean…” Sasha brought out a flower bouquet, which she hid under her top. "These are from Jean." She gently hands Mikasa the beautiful purple daffodile bouquet. They were beautiful; she and Jean weren't the closest, but they had amazing conversations. He often checked upon her and, at times, assisted her with the tasks she had. Mikasa teared up. This pregnancy would scare him away. "Mikasa, does His Majesty know?"

"I-I just found out. I haven't told him yet." Sasha places Mikasa's head gently on her lap and strokes her hair. Mikasa closes her eyes as it reminds her of how her mother used to comfort her. "I'll tell him after the wedding as he seems occupied by it. He has barely spoken to me since the announcement." Mikasa mumbles, falling asleep. 

It had been months after the wedding, and Mikasa was almost due. Her stomach was small, which made her believe she was still in the earlier stages of her pregnancy. Hanji had to confirm that she was almost due, although her belly might not show as much. She felt a knot grow in her throat as she knocked on his office door. The sound of a chair moving made her jump a bit, but she remained calm as Eren opened the door. "Oh hey Mikasa, come in!" Eren held the door open for her, and she slowly entered the office. "I've missed you. How've you been? How has my wife been treating you?" There is it again, the familiar sting that word causes her. "I'm alright. Your wife has been nothing but kind to me." Eren grins. "I know, right? Isn't she wonderful?" Mikasa could see the effect you had on him. He hasn't been this happy since his parents passed away. "But Eren, there is something I need to tell you…" Mikasa nervously plays with her dress. "Mikasa, are you o…"

"I'm pregnant!" She blurred out. Eren had to sit down as his legs gave up on him. "It's mine, right?" He whispered, holding his head. All Mikasa could do was nod. She knew talking would make her cry. "I'm so sorry Mikasa… I'm so sorry… I'm…" was all he could mutter. Mikasa gently grabbed his hand, trying to bring him any form of comfort.  "I just got married, Mikasa. We've had a bumpy road, but everything's been good now. This might ruin things; on top of that, how can I convince her to bless the child? What will the council do? And Zeke…" Mikasa gently placed his hand on her stomach to feel the baby's movement to calm him down. "I'll try and see what I can do to solve this for you."

"Maybe I can leave, come back and pretend it isn't yours." Mikasa tries to suggest. "Absolutely not; as messy as this situation is, I wish to be in the baby's life and support you all the way. I can't live in the same castle as my child, pretending not to be its father. Just give me a few days to talk to the council and the Queen. I'll sort something out; in the meantime, keep it low and don't hesitate to call for me if anything." Mikasa nods and excuses herself out of his chamber. She felt a bit of relief with Eren by her side; what she didn't notice was Pieck's fading footsteps. 

"Oh, Mikasa, how have you kept going all these years?" You said low, trying to keep your tears from streaming. "The world is cruel, but yet so beautiful. It has taken a lot from me but also given me a lot of things," she says, kissing Carla on the forehead. Mikasa hands you Carla, and you see her for the first time. She was beautiful, and ease ran through you when she gigged. Carla has her mother's beauty, her pale skin and her black hair. However, she had huge golden eyes, resembling neither Eren nor Mikasa. "Eren named her Carla because she got her eyes." You couldn't help but smile when she grabbed your pinky finger. She was perfect.

Mikasa's eyes widened when she felt the royal emblem on her lap. "Y-you are giving her your blessing?" Mikasa almost teared up. "She is innocent in all this. It wouldn't be fair to punish her for it." You smiled, handing her back to her mother. It warmed Mikasa's heart to see how comfortable Carla was in your arms and how warm your eyes became at the sight of her. "So, you and Jean, huh?" You grin, gently hitting her upper tricep. Mikasa blushes and hides her face behind her precious scarf. "Jean wanted to look past it. It didn't matter. He wants to help raise her and start a life together." The scarf was hiding a huge smile. Only Jean had that effect on her. Mikasa locks eyes with Jean. He waves before continuing his training with Eren and the other knights. 

Mikasa noticed how you looked at Eren, and there was a bit of sadness in them. She wondered if you and Eren had that bond; did he bring out your goofier side or give you stupid smiles as Jean did? Neither way, the two of you seemed happy. It may be out of her position to offer advice, but she can try to see if there is any she can give to ease up the tension between the two of you. You jumped up before Mikasa could say anything.

 "Johan!" You shouted. Mikasa's eyes widened at the sight of her Queen running down the hill like a little child and jumping into another man's arms, tackling him to the ground. At that moment, you weren't Y/n Jeager, Queen of Eldia. You were just Y/n L/n, princess of Capri, Johan's friend. "My goodness, Johan. What are you doing here?" You cried in his neck.  "Oh, sorry!" You jumped off him the second you got a glimpse at his face turning red. "You almost killed me there, Y/n", He breathed out. You quickly gave him another hug, leaning your head to his heart. You might've forgotten that you were the Queen of Eldia, but your husband surely didn't, as it took every ounce of him not to rip the two of you apart.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

Queen Maura was not having a good day. Unfinished paperwork was piled on her desk so high it was almost comical. Viola's teacher had sent a letter home warning the queen that her daughter was struggling with her schoolwork and Spencer had been caught picking a fight with a student from Pleasantview. The children were largely Ulyssa's duty to care for, since Maura had to be concerned first and foremost with the safety of her nation. Maura had offered to get tutors for Viola, but her wife had taken offense to the idea. She had gone to university, she could handle helping their daughter with her homework. Maura made a mental note to tell her assistant to find a tutor anyway, since Ulyssa's methods were clearly not working.

It was a shame that it was so nice outside. The kids were free to run around the property while their mother had an afternoon of meetings ahead of her. Her grandmother hadn't said much about how to be a proper queen to Maura, since the throne was supposed to pass to Maura’s mother before her. That was fine, seeing as Maura had always been afraid of her grandmother, but she really wished that someone had warned her about just how many meetings she would have to sit through. Most of them were tedious and others made her want to fling herself off the roof of the castle. Her schedule had almost been clear today until the crown princess of Crystal Cove demanded to speak to the other nations as soon as possible.

Claudia had stirred up controversy by reclaiming a tower in Crystal Cove for reasons no one could understand. Maura knew that her cousin did absolutely nothing without a reason. Whatever Claudia hadn't found out for herself, her shadowy associates would certainly tell her. The queen of Pleasantview knew everything it seemed. Maura could probably text her right now and have Claudia describe Maura’s exact current outfit without even pausing to think about it. Just because Maura had no idea of what her cousin was up to, she knew without a doubt that there was something driving Claudia into putting pressure on Crystal Cove. All Maura could do was wait to see how things turned out.

Crown Prince Adrion was used to long, hot days where he didn't see his mother until bedtime. One day, her job was going to be his and he would have to run from meeting to meeting just like she did or spend hours hunched over a desk writing. He was practicing his penmanship in preparation for writing as much as his mother did, but his sister Alysiara always teased him for it. By the time their mother died and he became king, everything would be done on computers and his penmanship wouldn't matter at all.

His brother Spencer was at least nice to him. Spencer was quiet and liked playing chess out in the gardens. Adrion could never beat his brother at chess, but he tried his best.

Alysiara loved the castle they called home and all the attached gardens that made their land a popular tourist destination. She played with bubbles, watching butterflies float by in a warm breeze. As the second oldest, Alysiara could one day become queen if something happened to her brother, so much of her education was exactly the same as Adrion's. They had been working on a project about the native population of butterflies in their garden for school and the pictures Alysiara had gotten just this morning would ensure that she got a higher grade than her brother.

"Your Majesty."

Maura was caught off guard by an attractive man trying to get her attention. The fact that he was on the property at all meant that he'd been processed and deemed safe.

"Ezra, I have no time to talk, I have a meeting to go to," she said, trying to brush past him.

"Maura, we need to talk about the baby," he pleaded. "You can't hide it anymore, people are beginning to talk about the queen's marriage saving pregnancy that will finally quiet stories about you and Ulyssa. They'll eventually find out that it's all a lie. It's only a matter of time."

Maura stopped, anger surging through her at the reminder of something she already knew.

"No matter what happens between us, this will never be your child," she responded, keeping her voice down as much as she could. "This is going to be Ulyssa's child no matter what, just as Georgiana is my child. Every day she will feed, clothe and love this child as her own, just as I have done with Georgiana. It will be a reminder of the graciousness that I've shown her since the affair."

Ezra stopped and stared at his lover.

"Did you get pregnant on purpose, just to rub Ulyssa's nose in it? I thought we were just having fun."

"We are. There's no reason to discontinue our meetings just because I'm pregnant. Ulyssa knows all about you and the others."

"The others?"

"Ezra, my schedule for today is very busy," Maura replied. "I don't have need of you today, which means that you should now leave the premises. I'll summon you when your services are required."

Maura blew past the stunned man, still rehearsing everything she wanted to say to Crystal Cove in her head. All Ezra could do was stare at her retreating form with stunned silence.

"Hey Georgie, hey Viola."

Princess Alysiara waved to her sisters as she headed towards her room. The two of them were having a tea party, practicing their manners and protocol while enjoying a sunny day. Alysiara scoffed a little at the sight, remembering when she'd been a baby practicing manners too. She was so much more mature than her sisters now that she had graduated to "lessons for big girls" as her mother called them. Adrion and Alysiara were in elementary school, while Viola and Georgiana were still just starting kindergarten.

"Your Majesty."

Guard Adrianna Pervil nodded formally to the queen as she passed her by on her rounds.

"Hmmm?"

Maura snapped out of her thoughts and smiled at the woman. Adrianna was an excellent employee and had always been very kind when Maura needed her.

"Reminiscing about the past?" Adrianna teased. "Your mother was a beautiful queen. It's a shame that her reign was cut so short."

Maura couldn't disagree on either point. Her mother had been famous across the world for her beauty and grace. She was every bit the queen Twikkii Island had deserved and after all this time, Maura still had no idea who had murdered her. Everyone's money was on Pleasantview being behind the attack, but Maura knew her cousin. Claudia was the daughter of two reapers, and they had made sure that each of their children knew the brutality and betrayal taking a life involved. Murder was a betrayal of life and heresy against the lists of the Grim Reaper. It was a sin against the natural order of things to take a life when Death had not willed it. There were always exceptions, like self-defense, and Claudia's parents had both been born into royalty, and grudgingly admitted that their daughter may need to take a life to defend her country. Outside of these exceptions, Claudia would find herself at the mercy of angry reapers should she decide to murder, especially if she chose to murder her cousin's family.

And why wouldn't Claudia finish the job and kill Maura if that was her plan? Why hadn't the islands been forced to be Pleasantview's newest colony for all these years? That theory made no sense to Maura. If Claudia was planning something, she was certainly taking her time.

It was the same thing with her and Crystal Cove. What possible motivation could Claudia have against a country that Pleasantview had already conquered so many times in the past? The late Queen Consort Celeste was the biological mother of Claudia's adopted brother Travis. The future queen Theodosia was Travis' biological half-sister. If Claudia was planning some terrible takeover, she wouldn't attack family, of that, Maura was certain.

"It's always nice to see you, Adrianna," Maura said, stroking the guard's back fondly. Adrianna had been there for her after the whole Ulyssa and Roman affair had been brought to light. She owed Adrianna so much for her support and Ulyssa owed her continued residence in the palace to Adrianna as well. She had been the one to advise Maura of what her options were if she didn't want a public, messy divorce.

The sound of music drew Maura upstairs, where Alysiara and Ulyssa were dancing to a song on the radio.

The sight made Maura smile. Ulyssa was still not a proper wife to her and the animosity Maura felt towards her sometimes broke through all the practiced smiles Maura could produce, but Ulyssa loved their children. She was a great mom, especially considering the things Ulyssa had confessed about her own mother. With a family as large as the Durants, Ulyssa had years of experience taking care of children, and her devotion to her godson, Theo, had never wavered, even after Theo had walked away from her. She and Maura had been forced by circumstances to start their family earlier than they'd wanted, but unlike Maura, Ulyssa had taken to motherhood easily.

"Can I cut in?" Maura asked playfully.

She moved awkwardly to the music, laughing at her daughter's reaction. Moments like these would have been a common occurrence in a world where her mother hadn't died. A world where she and Ulyssa started later with just a single child that they could devote their lives to. A world where the children still had grandparents to love them and a mother who didn't spend her entire life in meetings. A world where Roman Bellamy couldn't exploit an overwhelmed Ulyssa with his demonic charms. It was a world Maura dreamed of often. One that could never happen.

"It was nice to have you join us," Ulyssa said, taking her wife's hand and kissing it tenderly. "The kids always enjoy when you pop in between meetings. I know I enjoy it too."

Maura reached for her wife's other hand, holding them gently between them.

"I'm trying, Ulyssa," she stated, looking into her wife's eyes with all the sincerity she could muster. "Really, I am. Maybe after the baby is born-"

"Your revenge baby," Ulyssa corrected, interrupting the queen. "After your revenge baby is born, we can what? Be a family again? You'll stop sleeping with everyone who has stepped foot in the palace? You can finally let Roman see the daughter that you keep hidden from him, but have no interest in raising yourself?"

"Forget it," Maura said quickly, pulling away from her wife. "I can see that you're not going to be reasonable. I'll see you and the children at dinner. I have more important things to do than listen to you."

[sw4tch]

ON THAT NOTE-

the 80s transformers movie is absolutely fucking bonkers. I have been marathoning the G1 cartoon, mostly bcus it's something silly to put in the bg while I work. and I finally reached the end of s2 and so it was time to watch the movie.

and first of all, the animation is a delight. Peak sci-fi anime visuals. It's clear the sci-fi elements were made with so much love. The funky space creatures and cybertron look so good. I am Licking The Screen bcus the animation simply looks Nostalgic and Good. There's sequences that go longer than they should but I don't care because clearly the people that animated them were flexing something and they deserve to.

Anyway. It's an extremely silly movie. The soundtrack is actively distracting because it's all rock music. and One (1) song by weird al. Like sure, I love it, but also I am shaking this movie and going AN INSTRUMENTAL MORE ATMOSPHERIC SONG SONG HERE WOULD HAVE BEEN MORE THAN OKAY.

but it wouldn't have been the same movie with those choices. truly a product of its time.

Also the introduction of roddy is so funny. here's some new guy. he has youthful spunk and a funny grandpa. He Will Be Your New Favorite. No, We Won't Elaborate Further. What Do You Mean You Still Miss Optimus.

(like, of course I still love roddy. but I already was endeared to him thanks to the comics. I cannot imagine 80s kids being happy with him after such a sudden introduction even if I still like his character).

anywho. before going in I already knew they killed most of the cast to sell new toys so I was prepared for the worst. I said "if they kill percy, tracks or rumble on screen I will Lose it" BUT GUESS WHAT. PERCY AND RUMBLE LIVE, THEY ACTUALLY SURVIVE ALL THAT SHIT. LETS FUCKING GOOOO no idk where tracks is but hey I'll take 2/3

they still absolutely vaporize my wife though. that was a thing that happened. rip starscream you beautiful queen hope I'll see you again bcus till the end you were the funniest mf. ruthless too, he threw TC and SW under the bus just so he could also throw megs out to his death. like bitch that was your trine. Iconic truly.

anyway can't wait to start s3 so I can see the og cyclo nus in action.

[periwinkla]

Heya! I wanted to leave a message about your comic "Across Time & Space" ❤️

AAAAH I loved everything in this!!! 💕 How soft they are with each other, Phoenix can't keep his hand to himself (honestly, Miles' hair looks so soft here, I understand 🤭), the pacing and the dialogues (especially Miles, I admit there are words I discovered here since English is not my main language). And the colors are just beautiful and magical, I really love the atmosphere it gives 💖

ALSO, I noticed immediately little Trucy!! I just love little easter eggs like this in arts! And I love the WAA group hug, how precious they are!

Thank you for giving us this lovely comic, I can't wait for the next one you're preparing 🥰

Hello!! 💕 Thank you so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I am so happy you liked the pacing and dialogue! I obsessed over the dialogue a lot to be honest, because I am not a native speaker either, but I do really love the English language and the way I can play with it (I tried to translate it into Italian and it just... felt wrong... also it's impossible to translate puns, like the kiss/kill one, and I would need to change too many things in general). I am also glad you could discover a couple new words!! I love when that happens. And I am so very happy you liked the colors/atmosphere because it was a big experiment I was unsure about. I just went: 'what can I substitute white & black with?' and just... chose the lightest and darkest colors of the color wheel (light yellow + purple -> and then put some midtones in between via lavenders/pinks) hahaha Also thank you for noticing!!! I looooove adding easter eggs, and I do it as often as I can. There is one that isn't *exactly* in the comic.... turns out, painting with splotches of color makes it so you can hide things in plain sight haha! And there's also one in a page that isn't really an easter egg because I pointed to it pretty heavily, but you still need to zoom in to see it properly. If you notice it it adds extra perspective behind what one of the two goofs is thinking. No one yet has told me anything about it, so it makes me wonder if I should have pointed to it better, but I am certain some must have noticed, especially the Trucy-obsessed ones ((˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧) Also side note I read this message like hours ago and I kinda just put my head in my arms and grinned like a fool - like a very very wide grin. Had to recover for a while... Hehe <3 Again, thank you! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[shellibisshe]

— ocs in a tragedy

tagged by @corvosattano @jackiesarch @nightbloodraelle @marivenah @leviiackrman and @poisonedtruth to take this uquiz for some clowns! thank you all !

tagging @loriane-elmuerto @chuckhansen @risingsh0t @florbelles @confidentandgood @indorilnerevarine @denerims @arklay @jendoe @phillipsgraves @unholymilf @shadowglens @queennymeria @roofgeese @kingsroad @shallow-gravy @adelaidedrubman @dickytwister @blissfulalchemist @purplehairsecretlair @swansuspirium @minaharkers @calenhads @ishwaris @girlbosselrond and anyone else!

these are all super long so

sweet supporting character

i wanna be your grandma so bad, please let me pinch your face and knit you a sweater. you're most likely the best friend of the protagonist, and there's some possible overlap between you and the narrator. you're sweet and try very hard to be selfless. you watch the ones you love descend into darkness, and make every effort to help them through it all. it's not enough. you keep trying to make it enough. you provide comic relief, a listening ear, a hug, advice── any method of support you can think of. your own personal tragedy isn't documented. sometimes you wish it was, even though you're the one who ensures it is not. you want people to care for you the way you do for others. but you refuse to ask for it, so you wait for others to read between the lines. they usually don't. at least you're the one who gets to survive the tragedy. no matter how many times you beg to trade places, it is always you at the end, sitting at someone else's grave.

tortured love interest

you're so hot. sorry about the horrors. you're the kind of person people immediately notice. whether you have a distinct style, are more outgoing, or are just plain beautiful, you make an impression. people usually feel the need to protect you, which probably frustrates you to no end. you're not weak! you're not fragile! you're not helpless! but the people in your life tend to disagree. maybe it's your lover, the protagonist, trying to keep you out of their own turmoil. maybe it's someone responsible for you in some way, keeping you away from your lover, while they head down an increasingly dark path. regardless, all you really want is a sense of autonomy! unfortunately, you're very likely to die before that happens. the audience will be so caught up in the grief your death causes the protagonist that they forget to grieve you as a person. you deserved better, but unfortunately this is not your story. maybe it should have been.

desperate narrator

this story is a cycle, and you're spinning around it like a hamster in a ball being tormented by a cat. you know how this story ends. after all, you've told it a thousand times. but you try to change it every time. you love the people in this story more than anything. so watching them fall victim to the narrative breaks you in a way you can't begin to describe. but all you can do is tell the story── their story── with tears in your eyes. you're prone to anxiety and feelings of helplessness. you have so much love in your heart, and for once you wish it would change something. it didn't. it doesn't. it won't. but you refuse to stop telling the story. and you refuse to stop loving the people in it. in this way, no one is stronger than you. you just wish being strong hurt less.

misunderstood villain

prepare for an onslaught of both the most dehumanizing and hateful takes, and flood of thirst comments. you are chronically misunderstood. whether or not you're actually evil is debatable. you may be acting out for revenge, to defend someone you love, or even just to protect yourself. you're a pretty jaded person. you don't trust or even really like most people. maybe you did at one point. but that part of you is gone, and you don't go a single day without grieving it. you think a lot about what your life could have been. you're stuck in the past. you're angry and maybe you don't even want to be, but this is the only way you can see to survive. you're open, but less in a trusting way and more like a wound. you don't like to let people see you, but the hurt spills out of you before you can stop it. you're impulsive, even as you try hard to plan and prepare. maybe someday your side of the story will finally be heard. until then, you can convince yourself that being hated is safer anyway.

[leviiackrman]

OC’S ROLE IN A TRAGEDY;

I was tagged by my dears @simonxriley @corvosattano + @marivenah to use this uquiz for my kiddos - thank you boyos🤍

Tagging: @chuckhansen @sstewyhosseini @risingsh0t @florbelles @confidentandgood @indorilnerevarine @liurnia @noonfaerie @denerims @arklay @jendoe @phillipsgraves @unholymilf @shadowglens @shellibisshe @baldurrs @jinfromyarikawa @queennymeria @benningsthing @roofgeese @solasan + @kingsroad

MISUNDERSTOOD VILLAIN;

prepare for an onslaught of both the most dehumanizing and hateful takes, and flood of thirst comments. you are chronically misunderstood. whether or not you're actually evil is debatable. you may be acting out for revenge, to defend someone you love, or even just to protect yourself. you're a pretty jaded person. you don't trust or even really like most people. maybe you did at one point. but that part of you is gone, and you don't go a single day without grieving it. you think a lot about what your life could have been. you're stuck in the past. you're angry and maybe you don't even want to be, but this is the only way you can see to survive. you're open, but less in a trusting way and more like a wound. you don't like to let people see you, but the hurt spills out of you before you can stop it. you're impulsive, even as you try hard to plan and prepare. maybe someday your side of the story will finally be heard. until then, you can convince yourself that being hated is safer anyway.

UNASSUMING EXTRA;

you had maybe 3 lines but you will forever own my heart. you play a very minor role, one often forgotten about (not by me tho bby, i'll love you forever). however, your significance in the story is pretty big. something about you propels the story forward in a way no one else can do. you tend to blend into the background, and you probably like it that way. you want a simple life, free from the drama of the main characters. unfortunately, your story is almost always cut short. your role is usually a death that kickstarts the plot. going unnoticed did not save you, but it probably did bring you some peace of mind.

SWEET SUPPORTING CHARACTER;

i wanna be your grandma so bad, please let me pinch your face and knit you a sweater. you're most likely the best friend of the protagonist, and there's some possible overlap between you and the narrator. you're sweet and try very hard to be selfless. you watch the ones you love descend into darkness, and make every effort to help them through it all. it's not enough. you keep trying to make it enough. you provide comic relief, a listening ear, a hug, advice── any method of support you can think of. your own personal tragedy isn't documented. sometimes you wish it was, even though you're the one who ensures it is not. you want people to care for you the way you do for others. but you refuse to ask for it, so you wait for others to read between the lines. they usually don't. at least you're the one who gets to survive the tragedy. no matter how many times you beg to trade places, it is always you at the end, sitting at someone else's grave.

DESPERATE NARRATOR;

this story is a cycle, and you're spinning around it like a hamster in a ball being tormented by a cat. you know how this story ends. after all, you've told it a thousand times. but you try to change it every time. you love the people in this story more than anything. so watching them fall victim to the narrative breaks you in a way you can't begin to describe. but all you can do is tell the story── their story── with tears in your eyes. you're prone to anxiety and feelings of helplessness. you have so much love in your heart, and for once you wish it would change something. it didn't. it doesn't. it won't. but you refuse to stop telling the story. and you refuse to stop loving the people in it. in this way, no one is stronger than you. you just wish being strong hurt less.

TORTURED LOVE INTEREST;

you're so hot. sorry about the horrors. you're the kind of person people immediately notice. whether you have a distinct style, are more outgoing, or are just plain beautiful, you make an impression. people usually feel the need to protect you, which probably frustrates you to no end. you're not weak! you're not fragile! you're not helpless! but the people in your life tend to disagree. maybe it's your lover, the protagonist, trying to keep you out of their own turmoil. maybe it's someone responsible for you in some way, keeping you away from your lover, while they head down an increasingly dark path. regardless, all you really want is a sense of autonomy! unfortunately, you're very likely to die before that happens. the audience will be so caught up in the grief your death causes the protagonist that they forget to grieve you as a person. you deserved better, but unfortunately this is not your story. maybe it should have been.

SWEET SUPPORTING CHARACTER;

i wanna be your grandma so bad, please let me pinch your face and knit you a sweater. you're most likely the best friend of the protagonist, and there's some possible overlap between you and the narrator. you're sweet and try very hard to be selfless. you watch the ones you love descend into darkness, and make every effort to help them through it all. it's not enough. you keep trying to make it enough. you provide comic relief, a listening ear, a hug, advice── any method of support you can think of. your own personal tragedy isn't documented. sometimes you wish it was, even though you're the one who ensures it is not. you want people to care for you the way you do for others. but you refuse to ask for it, so you wait for others to read between the lines. they usually don't. at least you're the one who gets to survive the tragedy. no matter how many times you beg to trade places, it is always you at the end, sitting at someone else's grave.

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would genuinely love to see your process for sketching out your comics!! ive wanted to make my own but i have never really figured out the process and end up overwhelmed- and you're one of the folks who makes stuff in a style that I kinda draw close to, and u do ur comics with pencil and paper- so if you wouldn't mind in the future, it'd be really cool to see how you actually get everything planned :)

This ask is so cute :( probably genuinely the biggest compliment I've ever received! Well, no waiting in the future! I'll tell you now what happens behind the scenes! :)

SO FIRSTLY, I'd like to clarify I am in no way a professional or even close to one, I never even looked up how to do comics, I just kinda do them and use what I've read from DC comics and Pinterest tips.

But! Personally, I find that making comics is fun and that's what I strive on. I won't lie when I say my comics are pretty bland, the surroundings are empty and lame but I think the character's expressions and body language make up for it, and especially the script. So altogether in this post, I'll be breaking down how my comics are made!

↓↓↓ if you're interested, open up the full post!

1 - Scripting

In both dialogue and character detail/placing!

I use a notes app for when I get ideas!

* I usually don't do specific dialogue, only stating the idea and then coming up with dialogue in my head, but there are some exceptions where I do write down pre-thought-out dialogues you can see in the examples I put below!

With the idea / dialogue in tow, we can go to character detail / placing. I don't know the actual word for it but basically how the character acts in a specific scene / dialogue!

Character expression is especially important when it comes to any type of art, be it comics or animation as it can tell a story with little to no dialogue!

* panels taken from 1 and 2 for context

From here you can clearly tell their expressions well! Be sure to exaggerate!

2 - Limit planning

With Tumblr's 10 images limit, as well as Instagram if you post there, it's important to note that limit and know when to end the comic with a good panel where it doesn't feel like it's supposed to continue UNLESS you're making two parts!

I can't tell you how many times I've ruined my sketchbook papers trying to get a perfect script but I've been doing it long enough that my brain has adapted to the limit and every comic I've done since adapting had been a perfect ≤10.

But even if you decide to go with two (or maybe even more) parts, you should make sure it ends well still! Like a book! Those spaces between paragraphs and chapters and such!

Take these for examples too!

* panels taken from 1 and 2 for context

So treat it like a book! I guess ?

3 - Panel placement

This isn't a necessity, but my personal way of drawing each panel is having it scattered around randomly around my sketchbook. I don't use strips or anything like that as it restricts me because using strips on paper is a whole lot harder than on digital. Because I have such a wide area to draw, I'm less restricted from drawing any excess things I want to add in case my dialogue doesn't fit the panel or so!

4 - Draw

Now to put it all together and make the comic! I usually already have my vision in mind so I can just go draw it without a light sketch layer, but I do recommend it!

What that is is essentially a sketch but drawn like.. your pencil is hovered above the page? Like you don't press down on it or something like that. Basically a guideline! So do that if you need it, and when you're satisfied with how it looks, you can draw it! And make sure it's clear!

After that, it's just picture and post! (Make sure you crop it right tho!)

4.5 - BONUS / TIPS

When I started posting Belos drawings, I never expected it to get any attention or even end up as a whole AU 😭 I just drew him in a babygirl hoodie and people ate that shit up so now it's an AU 💀 and because of that you need to prepare personalized tags!

Tags like pitmdau or sharing caleb au ! Very very useful for navigation

More important than tags, make sure you have a Masterpost!

I'm aware mine are unfinished and very messy and I'm trying to work on that right now but it's very difficult but people really need it so when making Masterposts, YOU HAVE KEEP UP WITH IT. I slacked of for ONE POST and now it's a mess.

Also another important note you can only put 100 links in one post so you have to make more Masterposts to navigate through the comics 😭

5 - Have fun!

When getting into comic making, I think really the most important thing to keep in mind is your enjoyment in making said comics. Sometimes some things can burn you out very quickly so when you're getting into things like this, especially when you're not getting paid, you gotta make sure you have fun doing it. It doesn't matter if it doesn't get a lot of traction or not, it only matters that you are enjoying making and posting them!

I've experienced MULTIPLE burn outs from making too many comics for my TOH AUs that at some point I just completely died and lacked motivation. But what drives me into making them are other people's enjoyment! Their enjoyment gives me enjoyment which gives me motivation to make more. Someday I'll know the AUs I've created will inevitably be over, at some point, but right now I'm just having fun with the small community I've built!

So make comics, and have fun!

I hope this was helpful in any way. I just want to clarify that, again, this is my way of making comics, and you don't have to follow anything I put into the post. I'm mostly hoping this was easy to understand as well. I'm more of a visual learner so making up the words to make this was kinda hard so I'm sorry if some parts didn't make sense. If anything, feel free to hit me with another ask or a PM! I know me not posting seems like I'm inactive but I promise I check Tumblr frequently 😭

Happy posting!!! :3