#I only did this for slappy

[kittlyns]

It's always a little surreal for me when a parent commends me on being good or patient with their child cuz I'm quickly reminded that they have no idea the only group of people I'm truly comfortable around are kids

[spongebob-connoisseur]

So I went to Fan Expo yesterday! I wish I bought tickets for two days instead of one, i couldn't do all that I wanted. Most of my day was just waiting in line to meet voice actors.

Buuut the highlight of my day is that I met Dee Bradley Baker! I got a selfie with him and I asked what was his favorite Spongebob character to play. He said Bubble Bass's mom. He did voice impressions of them both. Its so weird to hear the voices come out of him since I'm used to hearing it on the TV. It was great though.

He LOVED my Slappy cosplay and said it was freaky. I am so so happyyyy. When I took a selfie with him, my friend said some lady also took out her phone to snap a picture of my cosplay. It may not be the most polite thing to do without asking but I really don't mind it lmao

It was my dream to go as Slappy since the first time I ever went to Fan Expo. Which isn't long ago but still. I felt like I was wearing his skin✨

I finally know how Slaps felt like in this instance wearing the Patrick costume

I spent the past week making the head out of paper mache and I'm very proud of it. It's not particularly strong because I was figuring this out while it was foing along. I spent most of my time sculpting and ensuring it LOOKED like Slappy, I didn't give much consideration towards visibility (his mouth is a seeing hole but you can just barely see. Also towards the end of the day, it began cracking around his jaw area so I couldn't wear it anymore. It's fine and easy to fix, I do kinda want to fix it up and make it stronger. Probably put a helmet on the inside and pad out the inside. I also want to give him false eyelashes lmao.

I had a lot of fun painting him though. It was like doing his makeup UwU he's also actually wearing makeup since I used an eyeshadow pallette to use as a highlighter on his skin. He's sparkly in person.

I also made his dorsal fin (I followed a basic fairy wings tutorial to make it) and my sister helped out and made the little gloves from socks. She finds this costume horrifying. I think that's the best part. I chased her around a bit as Slappy.

I also attended a panel and got an autograph from Neil Newbon who voices Astarion from Baulders Gate 3.

Mainly because my friend has been obsessed with the game lately. I didn't think I'd care much until I actually met him. Hes actually wonderful and witty and polite and professional, I could go on and on about it. My friend and I were both gushing about it. Even for the brief moment of meeting him at the table and he shakes your hand with both hands and looks you in the eye AHHHH✨✨✨😭😭

Unexpected but REALLY made my day <33

I ended up missing photo opportunity to meet Spongebob because the line was so long but this is a rare moment where I think it was worth it.

Especially since despite all of that, there are many folks who asked for pictures. Especially older folks. They were able to tell right off the bat that it was Peter Lorre related!

And the ones who were younger and closer to my age were still able to get it. I got a lot of people asking "is that Gomez Addams?" because Gomez is Peter Lorre inspired. Which was the PERFECT opportunity to infodump and tell them that Slappy and Gomez are both caricatures of Peter Lorre. I actually have a printed picture of Peter Lorre that I kept in my tote bag just for this purpose <3

When I was standing in line, one man was looking at the Slappy head for a bit and said "he has a face only a mother could love. He reminds me of a certain actor" to which I just had to say "Peter Lorre!" Hehehehehe

There was also a paramount section where they had Spongebob mini golf.

I actually met a dude while I was in line and he was also a Hardcore Spongebob fan. Its actually crazy to find someone as deranged as I am irl. It was soooo much fun just chatting with him. We ended up traded socials. I kinda wish I stuck around longer but we didn't have much time left ro really explore the con so my friend and I did a mad dash trying to get through as much as we could before the con closed.

All in all, I had fun. I'll probably reuse this costume next year. Perhaps I could find a brown tailcoat suit too so the cosplay can be 100% accurate.

Here are some miscellaneous cosplay pictures:

This one is my favorite <3

[galactic-glamour-girl-posts]

Something Something Animaniacs Headcanons

--Yakko is omnilingual, although he's better at speaking some languages than others (for example his Japanese is better than his Spanish).

--Whatever species the Warners are can breathe both underwater and in space. Any segment where they are shown in scuba gear or space helmets or anything like that is done for show, for S&P, or just because the Warners are goofing around.

--Clearly Jürgen was not feeding the Warner Clones well, but if he did I think Ditto's favourite food would be strawberries and cream (given that she's already confirmed to like strawberries), Ratto's would be leafy salads, and Saffo's would be sushi.

--Dot's favourite type of flowers are buttercups.

--The Warners consider Scratchansniff, Slappy, and Skippy the closest thing to an extended family they have (their father yes Scratchy being their dad should mean he's part of the nuclear family, but...shut up, aunt, and cousin respectively):

I was gonna save this for the tags, but nah, you CANNOT convince me they didn't choose to have these three specific characters play the Warners out for what was (for all the staff knew) their final full segment ever for a reason. This is the last shot of the original show (unless you count The Animaniacs Suite, but...come on. That's a clip show.)

The Warners went from only having each other to the size of their family doubling! I won't interpret this shot any other way 😤

[katsukichu]

𝐎𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 - 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Re-upload in honor of Katsuki's birthday🥰. This is my fav prompt piece the lovely @sukisangel helped me write🥺. 18 + Characters are aged up.

Being a hero has its pros and cons.Staying in hotels,being able to work in a team with your UA colleagues and spending extra time with your boyfriend – Dynamight.

It also meant patrolling the whole day in the scorching weather,fighting villains while trying not to cause too much property damage and trying to reassure the public that everything was under control.

After an exhausting day of patrol you made your way to your shared hotel room.It was way past Katsuki's bedtime and you expected him to be asleep.You opened the door to see Katsuki sitting on the edge of the bed - removing his gauntlets,which made you assume that he also took the latest patrol time slot just like you.

His hero costume is roughed up,face covered in scratches,dirt and dried blood.Your first instinct soon clicks in,quick to attend to all his wounds. Ignoring your own exhaustion,you close the door,before grabbing the first aid kit and making your way towards him.

After dating Katsuki for so long you were able to pick up on any change in his behaviour.You've always watched for small changes in his demeanour - such as his facial expression or body language.You could tell he'd been put through the wringer today but you were more than happy to help him blow off some of his post-patrol steam.

"Hi there, my baby." you cooed, brushing his hair away from his eyes and placing a small kiss at the top of his forehead.He tries to hide the way the corner of his lips gently tugged upwards to form a smile with a huff, grumbling something as a way of greeting you.You take a cotton pad and dab some antiseptic on it.

"S'gonna burn…" you warn him.

"I know.. and I don't need you to do it" he scoffs, trying to take the cotton away from your hands – which he successfully accomplishes.

"Please? Lemme take care of you." you whispered, gently cupping his face in your hands as your thumb softly caressed the skin under his eyes.

He knows arguing with you is futile and he's too tired to fight back for once so he agrees – giving you the white fluffy material back. He hates to admit it, but he loves how thoughtful and caring you are towards him, even when he’s not being the ideal sweet boyfriend to you.

You hold the pad up and he gives you a small nod, signifying that you can start cleaning his lesions. You gently wipe his face and study it for any sign of discomfort – his nose scrunching up every now and then.

You take a few steps back to study his battered outfit, soon dropping to your knees – only to take off his belt and lower his pants a little, just to give you more space to dress the wounds on his abdomen. Bakugou's breathing hitch when your hands brush along his inner thigh, causing a wave of heat to travel through the blonde’s body.

"You okay? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" you panic, furrowing your brows a little as you look up at him with pure concern in your eyes.

"No. No,it's nothing, dumbass…" he dismisses you, turning his head to the side as a faint shade of red coats his cheekbones.

Somethings wrong, you sense - Katsuki doesn’t tend to act this way. You finish unbuckling his utility belt, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Your eyes trail to his thighs, searching for any more wounds, only to notice that he's bouncing his leg.

You gently place your hands on top of it and he stops. After applying the antiseptic on his stomach wounds, he starts getting fidgety again. You stop and place your hands up on his shoulders, making him look at you.

"Okay, Kat. What's wrong, really?" you question with a raised eyebrow.

"It's just… You look so good on your knees like that..'' he admits, placing his right hand on your cheek, lightly brushing his thumb against your soft skin.

"Oh,Katsuki!" you exclaim as a chuckle escapes your throat, playfully slapping his thigh – making sure not to hit too hard or anywhere where he's hurt.

"You need to take a shower. Your injuries are bad and a bit deep, you need to let your muscles relax...Plus, we aren’t home, what if they hear- "

“It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed… a little thrill doesn’t hurt anyone, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” he cuts you off, pure venom in his words as he teases you and smirks.

"Fine…” You sigh, giving into his wishes knowing damn well that he wouldn’t give up on this fight. “...but I want to take care of you.You don't have to do anything, just sit there and look pretty." you spoke softly, looking up at him with an innocent mask on your face as you placed your hands on his thighs.

"I'm so proud of you for how hard you worked today,Dynamight." you spoke while adjusting your position on the floor.You toss the first aid kit aside, before looking up again as your chest swells with pride from making Bakugou's flustered.

Before Katsuki can respond, you unbutton his pants and slide down his muscular legs – letting it pool around his ankles. He shuffles his feet until they're off and kicks them aside.

Seeing the outline of his clothed cock and the patch of pre on his boxers made you clench your thighs.You try and ease some of the tension in his muscles and gently massage his legs with your fingers. You place soft kisses along the outline of his muscles and inner thighs. Resting your head on top of one of his toned thighs, palming him through the thin material of his boxers. You smirk when you feel his hips bucking into your warm touch.

"C'mon, pretty baby… ahh fuck..please" Bakugou curses, placing his hands on your nape

"Okay, but only ‘cause you asked so nicely. Good boy.." you praise as you tug on the waistband of his Dynamight themed boxers to let his throbbing cock spring free.

The sight makes your mouth water, causing you to lick your lips as you stifle back a moan. Everything about Bakugou is mesmerising -- from his vermillion eyes to his gorgeous scarred body, sculpted by a Greek god. His cock is no exception. He has an impressive girth,a perfect curve that always hits the right spots and prominent veins that run all along his shaft. He has the cutest happy trail and a fairly neat bush at his base.

Using the tip of your tongue you tease him by slowly licking the veins along his shaft – stopping momentarily to kiss his pretty pink tip.You make sure his cock is properly lubed up with a mixture of his pre and your saliva, before cupping your hand to give him a few teasing pumps while the other moves to tease his balls.

You feel Bakugou's strong hand on the back of your head slowly move down to cup your cheek. His thumb gently brushes your cheek again and he uses his index finger to tilt your chin up. You keep eye contact with him as you swirl your tongue around his tip – taking a moment to appreciate the blissful expression on his face and notice how tight he's gripping the edge of the mattress.

"No teasing… please.. ‘m not gonna last long" he begs as he jerks his hips up in an attempt to thrust deeper into your mouth.

You take a deep breath and try to prepare yourself to take his cock down your throat. No matter how many times you've had sex with him you can never truly adjust to his size. He always leaves you with an aching jaw by the end of each scene.

Bakugou lets out a few shaky breaths and the most sinful moan when you finally start bobbing your head up and down his aching cock. You flatten your tongue out and try taking as much of him as you can. The right hand that was once pumping him length, now stroked the rest that didn’t fit inside your small mouth.

Above you, Bakugou becomes a whimpering mess. His tongue is lolled out, eye-cross and drooling slightly as he's overwhelmed with pleasure, causing his hands to grip the sheets even tighter. Every time you gag around his dick he prays that he isn't going to cum quickly but he can't help especially when he has the prettiest vixen going down on him, doing wonders.

"Fuck.. Fuck.. Y/n, I'm gonna.. Haaah" Before Bakugou can finish his sentence, he cums, filling your mouth to the brim. You swallow before any of it dribbles down your chin and go to waste, then finally letting go of Bakugou's cock with a lewd pop.

As you and Bakugou try to catch your breath, you start thinking about taking a shower to wash away all the accumulated filth from work.. You glance back up at Bakugou and examine his injuries again. His chest is heaving and his eyelids seem to drop. He notices you staring and you realise you must have a rather dishevelled appearance as him.

"Come on, stop staring. I told you that we need to shower and take care of your injuries" you scolded him as you rolled your eyes and got up from the floor – causing your knees to slightly wobble.

“I really don’t care, ya look hot and ‘m trynna not to fuck ya senseless right now, sweetheart” He smirks, gripping your hips with both hands and tugging you towards him before you had the chance to escape.

Taglist

@buzzyboi79 @0lissa0 @nishikina @bakugosgorl @bakugosbratx @minninugget @aomi04 @dabis0bitch @bakubabeyy @keisurou @hannas16 @namjoonswifeyy @neko-loogi @stormcloudsbrewing @nymphoheretic @gently-folded-paper-cranes

Based on the prompts

"It's just… You look so good on your knees like that..''.

It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed….

“I really don’t care, ya look hot and ‘m trynna not to fuck ya senseless right now, sweetheart”

[webbytbh]

Sketches I drew during school c:

I had a ton of free time ngl I have many more other sketches but I might post them later plus these were the only animaniacs sketches I did

I was going to draw Slappy and Skippy cause they're my favorites but I didn't have a reference pic and I didn't want to do them dirty

[gachawolfiebloom]

A Grumpy Troll and A Prince

Chapter 4: Welcome to Bergen Town

Tags: Comedy, action, adventure, and romance

It was the next day and the two trolls had been walking for quite sometime. Four's feet began to ache as he whined "Are we there yet? My feet are killing me!" Three groaned and shot back "Good! Maybe then we won't have to go get ourselves killed!" It had only been a day with him and Four was already getting sick of his attitude. "Well excuse me for caring that our friends stay in one piece!"

"Again. They're your friends! Not mine."

"Then why did you even come along! You act like you don't even need us and-"

Three stopped in his tracks and placed a hand in front of Four to stop him from arguing. "Stop." They both realized that they had made it to a series of tunnels in different sizes. These passages were familiar to Four as it reminded him of when his dad had saved the entire village. If he could do it, then so could the prince. Four took a deep breath and said "So one of these must lead to the Troll Tree."

Three nodded and peeked inside one for a closer look. "I'm not sure which one. What about you?" Four asked. Three shook his head and replied "What do I look like!? A MAP!? Aren't you the one who's been through these before?"

"I-"

Before Four could answer and deep voice began to echo "Choose a hole wisely..." The two of them spun around in surprise to see where that sound was coming from, but they couldn't see anybody. The voice continued. "For one will lead to Bergen Town...and the others to CERTAIN DEATH!" Three called out with great authority "Who said that!?"

The voice spoke again while both trolls were looking in every direction of view. "It was..." Suddenly, out from behind a tree, a stubby little clown with blue hair and smudged lipstick all over his face, peeked out to greet them. "Me! Hey guys, how's it going? Welcome to the root tunnels. I'm Depresso! I just wanted to warn you that one of these tunnels leads to the Troll Tree and the others to...CERTAIN DEATH DEATH Death death..."

The clown just kept repeating the same word over and over while staring at his hand that he used to intensify the effect. Three was flabbergasted and Four was only mildly confused. "Do you think you could tell us which is the right one?" He nodded and said "You bet!" Four was ecstatic on the clown's helpful favor. "Great!" All of a sudden, Three came up and said "No, that's okay. We're fine. Thanks!" and began dragging Four away.

"Three what are you doing? He's trying to help us." Four didn't understand why Three wouldn't accept a helping hand. Three gave a suspicious look at Depresso, who was looking off into space, and whispered "I don't trust him. I mean, who the hell doesn't wear pants!" The two turned to see that sure enough the clown had only on red striped boxers below the waist. He noticed them staring at him and waved.

Four tried to convince him "He seems to know what he's talking about." Three sighed and gave in to the prince's strange trust in the hobo clown. "Okay. Fine." They approached Depresso and asked him "Which way do we go?" Instead of telling them, he held up his hand and said "First, you have to give me a high five and then I'll tell you."

"What!?" Four cheered and starting yelling "OH! OH! I'll do it! I love high fives!" Depresso said "Oh I know you'll do it..." Three then noticed the clown looking back at him. "...But will he?" Wait. Was this guy asking Three...to give him a high five!?

"Alright grumpy guy. Up high!" Three crossed his arms and said "Nope. I don't do high fives." Depresso inched his hand closer and tried to convince him by saying "Slap it boss."

"Not gonna happen."

"Party on the top floor."

"Nope."

"Little slappy. Make daddy happy."

"I'll slap your face if you don't stop."

Depresso groaned and begged "Come onnnn. Just one little high five." Three was getting restless. "I'm good." The clown slapped his own hand for a quick recap. "Just do this. But with your hand."

"Thank you for that demonstration. It really cleared up exactly what I will not be doing!" Four got up in his face and yelled "THREE IT'S A HIGH FIVE! THE OTHERS LEAD TO CERTAIN DEATH! QUIT BEING A JERK!" The comment didn't really phase him, but Three knew that by the weird clown's look of assurance, they would be standing here all day.

He finally gave in and asked "One high five and then you'll tell us which tunnel to take right?" Depresso nodded as Three groaned. "Fine." He tried to give a high five, but then Depresso pulled his hand away and teased "Too slow!"

"Two slow!?" The clown began snickering and then laughed in Three's face. Four snickered a little too and muttered "Classic." Three on the other hand, was getting really irritated. Depresso wiped away his tears of laughter and told him "Here. I'll let you slide with a fist bump." He tried again, but this time Depresso began throwing out these different stunts while calling out ridiculous names to go with them.

"Shark attack! Nom nom nom."

"Jellyfish!"

"Hand sandwich!"

"Turkey!"

"Snowman!"

"Dolphin!"

"Helicopter!"

"Last supper!"

"Monkey in a zoo!"

Now this was really getting on Three's nerves. "What!?" Depresso then grabbed his fist and yelling "Gear shift!" and played around while making stupid gear noises. He then fell to the floor laughing till his sides hurt. Four joined in, but then Three gave him a death stare which immediately made him shut up. The clown got up and then offered his arms out. "Okay. Now about a hug?"

That did it. Three grabbed a branch off the ground and snapped it in half with an furious look that quickly turned Depresso's face into a horrified one. Three began chasing him around back and forth while Depresso ran for his life. "THAT'S RIGHT! YOU BETTER RUN CLOWN!" Four was running after them, trying to stop Three from hurting the poor guy. "WAIT!" The fearful clown then ran into one of the tunnels, but Three didn't show signs of stopping, nor did Four.

"I'M GONNA TEAR YOUR LITTLE CLOWN ARMS OFF YOUR STUPID CLOWN BODY AND HIGH FIVE YOUR FACE WITH THEM!"

"THREE STOP!"

They continued ducking through bends and turns while the trio continued screaming until they made it to the top of a tree. Depresso finally stopped as Three yelled "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Depresso turned around and cheered. "Ta da! We're here!" The two immediately stopped to look around and sure enough...they were. Depresso breathed a sigh and grabbed the stick out of Three's hand. "You guys are a lot of fun. You know, I gotta go. Got some clown stuff to take care of. Catch you on the way back?"

He climbed into the hole and just before he left, the clown put on a serious face and spoke in that echoing voice. "Unless you die...die...die....die..." Both of them shared a glance and walked over to the edge of the tree. "The Troll Tree..."

"Bergen Town..."

It was a very drab and dirty place that matched with the cloudy sky above. Colors drained from buildings, smoke in the air, and the streets looked disgusting. The citizens that lived there surely weren't better. In fact, they were worse. Everywhere you went, there were annoyed expressions that were so profound you could practically see the constant headaches that life was giving them.

Case in point, they were doing things like kicking each other, cutting up flowers instead of weeds in their gardens, and dumping muck onto each other. One guy was even burying himself alive. Four felt kinda bad for them, but leaned down towards Three and whispered "Wow. They're as miserable as you."

Three shot him a "Really" look until Four realized something. "...which means they haven't eaten a troll yet!" There was still time to save the others. The prince started pulling the grumpy troll towards the castle and said "Come on! Let's go save our friends!" Three once again made it perfectly clear "Your friends!" Four didn't believe him. He could tell that Three cared deeply for his friends. "Our friends! Don't deny it Three."

At the end of town lied a giant castle that overlooked everything in its view. King X sat glumly on his throne while his pet Yoshi laid besides him. Two guards stood on either side and X's faithful servant, FM was vacuuming the carpet. "Oh Yoshi...you're my only friend in this whole miserable world. Yoshi rolled his eyes and muttered "Go away, you hobo. You're disturbing my nap." X looked up at a family portrait and said "My dad was right. I'll never ever, never ever, never be happy." He was in so much agony that he began repeat lily banging his head against the throne and sulked.

Suddenly, a echoing voice called out "Never say never..." X looked up as some beat up homeless guy burst out from behind a plant. He had a TV for a head and a dirty, but respectable suit...WAIT A MINUTE! THAT WAS THE ROYAL ENTERTAINER, MR PUZZLES! The two guards began raising their spears suspiciously at him. Mr Puzzles rolled his eyes and muttered "Starman...MM....nice to see you both again..." and pushed past them. His worn out shoes crushed FM's vacuum as he blinked in disbelief.

"Mr Puzzles!? Where did you come from!? My father banished you 20 years ago!" A perplexing thought came to the King's mind. "Please don't tell me you were standing behind that plant all this time..." Mr Puzzles surprisingly fell down to his knees and clasped his hands together, begging to the King. "If only your majesty. I've been out in the wilderness, thinking of nothing, but how I let you down." X still looked skeptical. "If only there was someway I could make you feel better."

X shot back "Tough luck! The only way I'll ever be happy is by eating a troll, and that isn't going to happen thanks to you!" A wide grin spread on Mr Puzzles face as he looked down at the bag he was carrying. "Ah, but it just might thanks to me." He zipped it open and everyone's eyes widened. A series of gasps fell across the room as low and behold, multiple little trolls were singing hallelujah as if it was a miracle. It was.

X's eyes gleamed as he inched his hand closer to the small creatures. "Y-You...found the trolls. Mr Puzzles slapped his hand back, which frightened them all back into the bag. X was more concerned about his mental state than the fact that his boundaries had just been violated. "So this means that I might actually get to be happy!"

Mr Puzzles nodded and said "That's right." before he zipped the trolls back up and said "Of course, everyone else in Bergen Town will still be miserable, but that's not your concern is it?" X thought about it for a second. Was he really that selfish? "Well, I am their king, so maybe it kinda is..." he replied while scratching the back of his head. Mr Puzzles startled him by appearing beside him and raised an eyebrow. "What exactly are you proposing? Bringing back Trollstice for everyone?" He placed his hands together in a gesturing kind of way.

"Yes! That's exactly what I'm proposing!" Mr Puzzles spun around and cheered "Great idea your majesty! Absolutely brilliant. Aren't you a genius?" X started chucklingly proudly and said "Yes I am!" Mr Puzzles then picked him up and sat right down in his own throne. "And I, your royal entertainer, will be right behind you...stabbing you in the back."

"What?"

"Patting you on the back! I'm your royal entertainer after all!" X smiled and said just what Mr Puzzles was hoping for. "You certainly are!"

He burst into the kitchen and yelled "I'M BACK BABY!" He turned around to FM and asked him "What's your name?"

"Uh...FM?"

"Congratulations GM! You work for me now!" He shoved a bunch of dishes that were cluttered by the sink and commanded him "Take those dishes downstairs and start scrubbing!" FM quickly got the idea and rushed out the door. "Yes Mr Puzzles! Thank you!" Getting back to business, the TV found a cage and dumped the crew into the cage. Mario looked down at his pet...whatever...and tried shushing him. "GUYS MARIO JR IS REALLY FREAKING OUT!" He actually wasn't. Tag6 tried to settle them down. "Whoa! Whoa! Everyone, let's all calm down."

Mr Puzzles snuck up behind them and said "That's right. A calm troll is a tasty troll." They all huddled together as Mr Puzzles flipped through a recipe book to show them "And you are a key ingredient in my plan of success."

"You see, he who controls the trolls, controls the Kingdom! And I...I am that HE!"

"You're gay?" Mario asked in confusion. He grunted and used his finger lasers to set Mario's eyes on fire. "MAAAAMMMAAAAAA!!!!!" Once that was cleared up, Mr Puzzles continued with his monologue of a plan. "By this time tomorrow, I'll be running this place and everyone will finally get exactly what they deserve! TRUE ENTERTAINMENT!!!!" He cackled evilly as his plan was set in motion and thunder loomed over the castle.

Chapter 5: Escape Artists

[mannliker]

PICTURE MY BOOTY UP IN 3D✨

Part 2: Big Slappy Edition

there will probably be a part 3

thid one in lovibg memeory of Jerma 😪 I can still hea his voice wishig everyboby a happy thaksgiving… it almos liek hes still alive or somethig.. res in peas jermer 😔

I did his hair first but it didn’t look -SCOUT- enough so I put on da hat. But then I still liked the hair version. So I put both.

I can’t believe Valve still hasn’t put Big Slappy in the game. Just LOOK at what we could have..

CANT HAVE SHIT IN 2FORT BRUH SMH MY HEAD

bruh I was tweaking so hard with this damn drawing for literally no reason I kept getting dementia while I was drawing it I would feel like it was done but then I’d feel like something was wrong with it and then I’d tweak it more and then I WAS TWEAKING BRO

It’s been “done” FOR LIKE 4 DAYS LMAO

And did I MENTION that anything digital I do is all done on my phone? The resolution is only tweak-inducing sometimes

Anywho

Also this partial-render business is not my style, i’m just trying shit out in digital, but I need to get back to my physical sketchbook bro im not about this life 😔✌️

[the12thnightproject]

Chapter47: Epilogue Katsu settles in in Azuchi. Plus kittens.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

All Chapters Archived on Ao3 

Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

Azuchi, Six weeks later…

The maids were going to kill me. Having been one myself, I understood the frustration of someone dripping mud across a freshly cleaned floor. But even though I left my mucky geta at the entry, there was no way to stop the rest of my clothing from scattering dirty water all the way down the corridor.

“You should just let Katsuko decide.” Though I’d intended to go change into dry clothes, I ended up halting by the door to Mitsuhide’s office area when I heard Toshiie’s voice.

What is this all about?

Before I could hide behind the door to eavesdrop, Mitsuhide called out. “I hear you out there, Brat, you might as well come in.”

As I entered, both took in my barefoot and soaked appearance with varying levels of concern (Toshiie) and amusement (Mitsuhide). I sighed. “Yes. My horse dumped me in a puddle again. Yes, in front of Nobunaga.”

On the bright side it had been after the afternoon of negotiations with a contingent of Nanban merchants, so at least I hadn’t spent the day messy and uncomfortable. Far from being insulted that one of his entourage had suffered an embarrassing splat, Nobunaga had been amused by the whole thing. Though he was still an imposing authority figure, and a stern boss, I suspected that below all that was an inner troll.

Mitsuhide took off his socks and passed them to me.

“Funny. That horse never does that to Ieyasu.” Toshiie’s comment confirmed to me that Ieyasu had continued to secretly ride her on the days where I was occupied with my duties as Nobunaga’s translator.

Eager to move the conversation away from my latest riding mishap, I turned to Toshiie. “What are you doing here?”

Usually at this time of day, he was in Ieyasu’s manor, while the two spent the afternoons exchanging medical knowledge. Now looking much more like the brother I remembered, he’d been enthusiastically training in feudal medicine. To everyone’s surprise, Ieyasu appeared not only to tolerate his company, but actually enjoy it.

Immediately Toshiie clammed up, looking furtive. Mitsuhide simply raised his eyebrow. Oh. Another romantic gesture was incoming. Mitsuhide had taken to love bombing me with just-because gifts. The gestures were always thoughtful, though occasionally embarrassingly timed, such as when he had Keiji perform a K-pop ballad in the middle of a banquet. (“How did you remember all the lyrics and teach it to him?” “I have my ways.”)

Hm. I would get nothing out of Toshiie with Mitsuhide around – I would have to privately interrogate my brother later.

“Come over here – I haven’t seen my darling fiancée all day.” Mitsuhide patted a spot on the floor next to him. I was soaked and muddy, but… details. If Mitsuhide wanted to be covered with ambient muck, who was I to stop him? After kissing me thoroughly (much to Toshiie’s embarrassment) Mitsuhide easily switched to business mode. “Was your day a success?”

“Yes to the negotiation, no to the drawing.” Before leaving modern Japan, I had printed out a screencap of Father Slappy Hands, and Mai had tried to draw him wearing period appropriate costume. I’d taken the drawing with me to show it to the Nanban merchants, but none of them recognized him. Nor had I been able to locate Francisco to question him about the man (or the gun).  He was still playing least-in-sight, and his business had been shuttered all winter.

Removing the drawing from the leather tube that had protected it when I splashed down, I unrolled it and showed it to Toshiie. “Do you remember this guy?” It was unlikely he would recognize the man who had spied on the gymnastics meet. It had been nearly fifteen years and Toshiie only had him on camera for a few seconds. So I was surprised when Toshiie said, “Nuno da Guerra. Why is he dressed as a missionary?”

Mitsuhide pulled our original screencap out of his desk and passed it to Toshiie. “Same man?”

Toshiie squinted at it. “Could be. What is this about?”

“He attacked us in Sakai. Once when we were investigating a slave auctions, and then a couple weeks after that.” At my selective edit (Toshiie did not need to know exactly how I had been investigating that) Mitsuhide raised his eyebrow, but let the omission go. “How do you know him?”

“I don’t know much about him at all. He would sometimes visit the herbalist.” Toshiie gave a bit of a shrug. “But… there are rumors that he’s bringing in opium from Goa.”

“That would certainly be a deviation from history.” A new voice came from the ceiling, then a moment later, Sasuke popped into the room with a graceful flip.”

“Dear me. Are you at all aware of a concept called… a door?” Mitsuhide gestured to his rifle, which was within reaching distance. “One of these days someone is going to hear you scrabbling around up there, shoot first, then question later.”

“If I ever made enough noise to, um, scrabble, Kenshin would skewer me before I lever left Kasugayama.” Sasuke turned and bowed to Toshiie. “Greetings and salutations. I take it you are Katsu’s brother.” He raised his hand in a Vulcan salute.

Since Sasuke’s greeting had only served to confuse Toshiie, I introduced the two of them and explained the future connection.

“Before this conversation can degenerate into a litany of modern Japanese cultural touchstones-,” MItsuhide’s eyebrow raise was in full force, “will you please expand on what it is you were talking about when you so charmingly… dropped in.”

Sasuke pushed his glasses up on his nose. “Historically, Japan never had the type of … issue… with opium that the Chinese empire did. Although its use medicinally dates from this period, it was rarely used recreationally, and by the nineteenth century the Tokugawa shogunate proactively banned it. Therefore, a foreign merchant attempting to disseminate it as a drug in this era, could theoretically do a fair amount of damage to a culture that has not been inoculated by China’s bad example.” Having dropped that lecture on us, Sasuke turned to Toshiie. “Did I hear you say you were working with the one and only Tokugawa Ieyasu? Would you mind if I accompanied you back? I’m eager to hear your impressions of that man.”

Seeming bemused by the torrent of words, Toshiie simply nodded.

“Wait, Sasuke. Were you just in the ceiling to spy?” Seemed like a rather large risk, especially when he could easily have just walked in through the entry.

“Ah. It escaped my mind when I heard him mention Ieyasu.” Sasuke dug a letter out of his kimono. “Yoshimoto sent this.”

Moving quickly, I grabbed the letter before Mitsuhide could confiscate it. “Thanks, Sasuke.”

He and Toshiie were already on their way out, with Sasuke eagerly listing his favorite Ieyasu accomplishments.

“It’s probably for both of us,” I said to Mitsuhide, hoping to prevent a sarcastic-

“Ah yes. Of course. I am accustomed to receiving love letters from a resident of Kasugayama.” He pulled me closer to him. “Hm, you are indeed quite damp.”

“There’s a thing called rain that you may have heard about.” Then, because I doubted he would let me leave with an unopened letter, I unsealed it and held it up so that we could both read it. “Save you the trouble of stealing it later.”

“Pity. I quite enjoy your attempts to ransom back your belongings.” He rested his chin on my shoulder and began narrating the letter. “’Dear Katsuko.’ Hrm. Inauspicious beginning. I would think you’d rate a darling at least.”

“If you’re going to snark all the way through this-“

“I make no promises.”

Sigh.

“I hope this letter finds you well. Thank you for the letter you sent via Sasuke. I shall cherish it always.” Mitsuhide tapped my forehead with his finger. “You wrote to him?”

“He did see me go over the wall. I thought he at least deserved to know that I survived… and deserved thanks for helping me out.” I elbowed him. “May I finish or are you going to continue to be a yandere about it.”

“Carry on.” He tickled the back of my neck. “He may have a paper from you, but I have the real thing.”

“’I am relieved to know that you survived your journeys through time, and if you are indeed settled in Azuchi, I wish for all your happiness. However, be assured there will always be a place for you wherever I am.’”

Hm, maybe I shouldn’t have let Mitsuhide read over my shoulder after all.

Luckily for the sake of peace in our relationship, Yoshimoto’s letter quickly switched gears to catch us up on politics. “You maybe be aware that Yoshiaki has entered a Buddhist temple. He will not be leaving it, as he recently suffered a brain storm that has left him rather incapacitated.”

Brain storm? Stroke? Yoshiaki was a little young for that, although I supposed it was possible.

“I thought that might occur.” MItsuhide sounded a bit… disappointed. “Although I do wish that could be confirmed.” Ok, not disappointed. Suspicious.

“As for your young friends, Sho and Hiko, they have settled in nicely at Kasugayama. Hiko has been all but adopted by Kanetsugu, who prizes education and has a school in the city. Our lovely flower Sho has a string of lovelorn vassals following her every step, although she does seem to prefer arguing with Yukimura. Shingen and I are amused by how easily they annoy each other. Meanwhile, I have returned to my passionate patronage of the arts. Come the Spring, I do believe I shall make the journey to Azuchi in order to explore the wares of your local artisans. I hope to encounter you then. Yoshimoto.”

“Is he warning us of an attack on Azuchi in the Spring? Or does he really plan to go shopping?” With Yoshimoto, it could go either way.

“I suspect the latter. Kenshin may be battle crazy, but he prefers to fight in a more open territory. Terrorizing civilians is not his style.” Mitsuhide made a move to confiscate the letter again, but I quickly folded it up. “It’s rather disappointing he wasn’t specific on the timing of his travel plans, in order for me to ensure you and I are elsewhere.”

I decided to ignore that bait. If we got into an argument, I never would get to the bathhouse, and I had become more uncomfortably damp as the afternoon wore on. A hot bath, and then maybe I could convince Mitsuhide to make an early night of… drat.

A long discussion of any of the things we had just learned had to wait. I’d forgotten that Mai had arranged the often-threatened “double date” for this evening. True, I liked Mai and Hideyoshi, and a meal cooked by Masamune was almost enough to make me forget my preference for a quiet night in. But given the already late hour, I rushed through my clean up, then had to press Mitsuhide into service to help me control my hair.

“Are you sure it’s going to stay?” I gently touched the series of knots behind my head, all held in place by a mass of hairsticks, including my beloved bellflower lockpicks.

He placed his hand on his heart. “I am devestated to hear you question my abilities as a hairstylist. It will last as long as it needs to last.”

With that cryptic statement, he led me into Hideyoshi’s manor… where I discovered that the hairstyle was meant to last until I bowed, at which point, the structural integrity disintegrated, gravity took over, and everything landed on the floor in a clatter of hairsticks. I cleared my bangs from my vision in time to see Hideyoshi wince.

Yep, I had already heard his opinions of how an employee of the Oda ought to look in public. It was similar to his opinions on running in the hallway, allowing Nobunaga to purchase a large quantity of konpieto in Saiki (as if I could have stopped him), and general tardiness.

To his credit, aside from flinching, Hideyoshi easily moved things along, becoming a perfect dinner host. Though Mai was the only one of us who had ever been on a double date, the evening proceeded smoothly enough, especially when Mitsuhide brought up Yoshiaki’s reported illness and the conversation turned to politics.

It was nice to be able to sit back in a relaxed setting and watch Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide interact. Though on the surface, Mitsuhide subjected Hideyoshi to as much teasing as he did me, I could see there was deep respect and admiration between the two of them. I recalled Mai mentioning that Mitsuhide only teased when he was serious, and I mentally amended that to the fact that he only teased where he loved.

Yep, his love language was snark.

As I continued to watch the two of them, Mitsuhide’s expression radiating relaxation and contentment, even as he good naturedly disagreed with something Hideyoshi had said, I realized that contentment was mirrored inside myself. I … was … happy. It was unexpected. Though I had spent most of my life running from unhappiness and my mother’s example, I had never run toward happiness. Instead, I’d had a hard-fought equilibrium, a balanced life that I enjoyed, and I’d been fine with my lot.

But this all was new. And… lovely.

Catching my gaze… and the direction of my thoughts, Mitsuhide smiled at me. “Happy?”

“Yeah. I can’t imagine anything that would make this moment better.” If I could have frozen everything in time, I might have chosen this exact point.

Although Mai did have a suggestion that was intriguing. “Mitsunari and a basket of kittens.”

“Ok, that might just-“

“No.” Her voice was full of wonder and amusement. “Mitsunari has a basket of kittens.” She sighed and gestured to a point behind me.

I turned and… Mitsunari stood at the door, holding a basket of kittens. A little grey one had already escaped containment and was climbing his arm.

@($^()*!(&*^

“My response was perfectly normal given the situation. He had a basket of kittens.” I took one of the hoodies I had smuggled back to the Sengoku and used it to create a makeshift bed for the new feline members of our household – Hawkeye and Natasha.

It turned out that Toshiie’s ‘secret’ meeting with Mitsuhide had been to determine which kitten I might like. They’d decided to let me choose for myself, hence Mitsunari’s sudden appearance (he’d gotten the message confused) with his cat’s recently weaned offspring. “Thank you for the gift. It was very thoughtful.”

I stood up and gave him a kiss.

“To be clear, the gift was the cats themselves, and not the man holding them.” He picked up Natasha, tickled her grey striped fur, then held her against his chest. “Until I saw you and Mai melt that way, I had not realized that women become that weak when presented with the sight of a man holding a miniature cat.” He set the other kitten on his shoulder then smirked at me.

It didn’t have quite the effect that Mitsunari had, but he looked handsome none the less, especially when he tapped his finger over his sensual lips.

“A basket of kittens. Not that he held onto that that long.” Mitsunari’s attempt to keep the kittens in the basket had met with certain failure, resulting in seven furry bullets ricocheting all over Hideyoshi’s quarters. By the time the five of us managed to round them all up, the double date was well and truly over.

Mitsuhide seemed to have ‘the touch’ with them, and he settled them onto the hoodie. They instantly curled into each other, and dropped into sleep. “Tomorrow, I’ll introduce them to Chimaki and ensure she understands they are friends. But for now…” He turned, scooped me up, and carried me to our own bed (he seemed to like doing that, and I was getting used to it). “I believe we should follow their example.”

In moments, we had created our own ‘cuddle puddle,’ our arms and legs entangled. “The fact that you remembered I still miss my old cat. It was… I’m…” Too many words struggled for supremacy. This was beyond happiness.

“I know.” He pushed my hair out of my eyes. “I remember every moment of that night. The best and the worst parts of it. I wanted to love you slowly and thoroughly, but I told myself that was not something I could have. Still… there was a part of me that pretended it was the first night of many. That we would return to Azuchi together, I would find a cat for you, and you would-“

“Give you everything. I have. And I will.” No more words were needed. He made good on his promise and began to make love to me, slowly, tenderly, taking time to assuage both of our needs, rocking against me as gently as a boat rode upon the waves.

Maybe it had been a longer route to get here… but we had made it.

The tenth thing I hate about Mitsuhide. The fact that everything about him makes it impossible to avoid loving him.

Coda: Sasuke

“Status update?” Aki, still looking frail and slightly feverish, settled behind the massive European style desk in his office.

Sasuke considered telling his part-time employer to take a few days off, but he settled for handing the man a bottle of antibiotics stolen from the hospital pharmacy. Though Aki had wanted to return to the Sengoku era immediately, Sasuke and Kayten convinced him to wait at least a week to ensure his infection would not recur. Instead, they had used the prototype to laterally jump to Sasuke and Kayten’s primary timeline, where at least the police (not to mention Shingen and their alternates) could not follow.

Now, after very little rest, the three were in the modern version of Aki’s manor in the Togakushi mountains, trying piece together the strands of the known timelines. While Aki was often out of communication range, as he hopped around the multiverse, he usually had let them know where he was going. The trips to 1578 and 1586 had been unplanned, leaving Kayten and Sasuke scrambling to not only manage the timelines, but also search for Aki.

“To borrow a phrase, would you prefer hearing good news or bad news?” Sasuke did at least like to prepare people first.

In this case, though, Kayten was clearly feeling less polite and her hiss of frustration suggested she didn’t appreciate his attempt to soften the blow. “One of the Katsukos was executed.”

A harsh way to put it, but Sasuke remembered the look on Kayten’s face when they arrived in timeline G a few days after her alternate had been put to death. He’d never wanted to see that look again.

Aki closed his eyes for a moment. When he reopened them, he said (in Sasuke’s opinion) the worst thing possible. “And Hikosane?”

“He’s fine. Dad. Adopted by one of Nobunaga’s vassals.” She got to her feet, glaring at them both under a fringe of violet bangs. “I know there’s a bunch of us… versions of myself scattered across the multiverse … maybe to you, it doesn’t matter if one of us dies. But it feels like little pieces of me are being chipped away.” For a moment it looked like she was about to say more, perhaps even include Sasuke in her blast of anger. But instead, she simply left the room, without even a slammed door to punctuate her outburst.

Unsure of whether to try to comfort his friend or continue to keep Aki company, Sasuke stayed frozen in indecision.

“She’s wrong.” Aki’s voice was so quiet, Sasuke might have thought he imagined it. “I lost them both once, and my response to that almost destroyed the multiverse.”

Coming next winter… As Yuki Likes It

Courier, scout, daredevil, housemaid … Bodyguard? Katsuko has had many identities in the seven years since a wormhole sent her back in time to feudal Japan, and she’s found a certain satisfaction working for Akihira. Then an accidental encounter with an alternate timeline gives her a glimpse of a blissful future with a handsome grey-eyed warlord.

To ensure that future for herself, Katsu accepts a mission guiding a young prince and princess to Kasugayama. But a series of betrayals endangers that mission, and only by accepting the escort of Sanada Yukimura do they have any chance of reaching their destination. Meanwhile, Katsu’s wish for that once-glimpsed future is tested by her growing friendship with Yukimura. Not that it matters, as Yukimura is fascinated by the beautiful Princess Shohime… a girl already betrothed to the Dragon of Echigo.

Only time can sort out this entanglement of mismatched lovers. And time… is the one thing that is quickly running out.

… Loosely inspired by Shakespeare's As You Like It

Excerpt

I handed Shohime my arrows, knowing her aim was nearly as good as mine. “You know what to do.” I nudged her toward the cover of trees. “Wait… give you your shawl.”

While she and Hikosane vanished in the undergrowth, I pulled my hair out of the braid, and wrapped her shawl around my shoulders. It would fool no one at close range, but hopefully I could lead our attackers out of the area until the Kanamori vassals could bring reinforcements.

Then I leaped on my horse, and making as much noise as I could, cantered out to the crossroads, where the mercenaries were still searching for us. Moonlight wasn’t fast, but in this mountainous territory, a surefooted horse was more valuable anyway. To ensure I had their attention, I shrieked in fear, then took off through the trees.

Behind me, I could hear the pounding of hoofbeats, and the occasional yelps as one of the ronin got too personal with a low-hanging branch. Taking a meandering path, I zig-zagged through the area, until I was sure the men behind me were thoroughly lost.

After that, it was simply a matter of finding my way back to the others. I love it when a plan comes togeth-

In the midst of my anachronistic celebration, I heard another horse behind me. “Hey! Stop!”

Yeah, that would be a big old no. I spurred Moonlight into action again, but this pursuer was a bit more competent than the others, and no matter how sharply I turned, I could not lose him.

Plan B.

I cut back around, across his path, and took Moonlight directly toward a puddle of water. As expected, as soon as her feet got wet, she reared up, and dumped me off.

Shit, this is going to hurt.

I thudded to the ground, rolled, and, as the rider approached, I pulled Shohime’s shawl over my face, pretending to be overcome with terror. Whoever wanted to kidnap her would be surprised to discover they had the wrong girl, but the longer I could string this out, the better chance I had to learn why he wanted her. As footsteps reached the spot where I had ‘fallen’ off my horse, I added a couple of theatrical sobs.

“Ah… geez. Don’t cry. Are you hurt?”

The voice was vaguely familiar. I risked peeking up at the man who was raking his hands through his hair in frustration… Sasuke’s friend? Yuki? What did Yuki want with the Princess? And how could I make his life a misery for grabbing me instead?

Another story has come to an end, and it's always hard for me to say goodbye to the characters - that snarky kitsune just worms his way into the soul, doesn't he? We will of course see these characters again in other longfics, and I'm actually in a few weeks going to do a follower celebration here, with one of the options being "suggest or vote" on a scene to go with a fic in the Katsuverse.

As you can see, Yukimura will be our next hero in longfic #4, and, despite the angsty coda of this story, I'm hoping it will be heavier on the comedy side (more in tone to Mitsunari's story than Shingen's).

Until then, I want to once again thank everyone who read this story, whether you were a Unicorn commenter, or left a comment sometimes or just quietly came in to read. I'm so grateful for everyone - I love this community, both here and on Ao3.

In the meanwhile, as I try to get Yuki's story written, I'll be bringing back a throwback Thursday fic, so starting in April, keep a lookout for A Mitsunari Night's Dream.

@lorei-writes @bestbryn @lyds323 @tele86 @akitsuneswife @selenacosmic

[hero-of-the-twlight]

I appreciate that Harold is such unreliable narrator. The parents where trying to help with Slappy in the 90s. He did kill his parents by turning them into puppets. Not only that but Harold's parents where on his side. He truly feels like a annoying teenager not understanding his own feelings.

[theowlgoesmoo]

They watched as the fleet of dirty laundry slowly drifted past, carried by the breeze pushing the stagnant water along.

“Geeze, that’s, uh, that’s a lotta work there, kid.” Molt scratched himself

“Yup.” Dot agreed, being dragged back to reality by the weight of the work ahead of her.

The pair watched the armada of multi-armed shirts for a moment, neither wanting to get up.

“You, uh… you want some help with all this, kid?” Molt asked, turning to her.

And Dot met his look with the second smile she had had all week.

***

“..."So Hoppah's kickin' and screamin' going all 'Molt get me oudda heah oh my gosh!'”

Molt flapped his upper arms like a pair of wings, while his lower pair flailed around wildly in mock panic.

“Okay, he didn't really say 'oh my gosh' but what he did say ain't really appropriate for you ta hear, kid. Anyways, Hop’s freakin’ out, we’re freakin’ out, the bluejay’s freakin’ out. I mean Hop’s kicking it in the face as he’s half-way down its throat. Loco flies up and starts punchin’ the bird in the head, literally punchin’ it! Lotta the other guys are pulling on the feathers trying to keep it from flying off, even Thump’s trying to bite its legs!"

Dot rolled on the ground, laughing her little head off. Molt was right, it WAS a great story! She could barely contain herself, and more than once did Molt have to reach out and stop her from rolling off the rock and into the lake.

By ‘help’, Molt had meant ‘pretty much do all the work for her’. She felt bad at first, but Molt didn’t seem to mind as he hovered over the lake, grabbing armfulls of soaked laundry and dropping them on the huge, flat, sunbaked rock to dry.

They had begun to swap stories. Dot had told him of the time Flik lost her big sister’s crown and their attempt to replace it with one made from hastily-woven together reeds and a painted stone. Molt told her about the time two of the guys, Axel and Loco, had stolen what they thought was a huge haul of grain, only for it to be nothing but a sack full of rocks. Dot shared the time she and her troop of Blueberry scouts had tried to put on a parade, only for the local boys to keep ruining it… that was until they had dropped the bucket of berry juice they had been planning to dump on Dot and her friends on themselves, outing themselves as the culprits.

But this last story of Molt’s absolutely took the cake. During one of Hopper’s “tours” of his little empire, a bird had spotted the grasshoppers and went straight for the biggest one in the swarm: Hopper.

“So finally I gets the bright idea to try and pull him out, yeah?” Molt continued after Dot had caught her breath again. “I catch one a Hop’s legs, and I’m pullin, and pullin’ and yelling to the other guys to come help me. So it’s me, Loco, Barnes, and Slappy, and we’re all grabbing onto my brudda’s legs or each other, and we pull, and we pull. But there’s a problem, see?”

Molt curved one of his lower hands, making it look like a hook before grabbing the collar of his shirt with it.

“See, this blue’s beak has got this curve, and the back a Hop’s vest is caught on it. Now he’s yellin’ at us, but we think he’s still just scared, so we’re ignoring it. I’m telling everybody to keep pulling, while Hop’s yelling ‘wait, you idiots, stop!’... Okay, so he didn’t say ‘idiots’ either, but ya know. Anyways, he’s tellin’ us to stop, I’m telling us to go, and we pull him out! Now the bluejay, oh, he’s just MAD at this point, but he’s done with us, and flies off. Axel nearly got carried off with the bird since he was still punching it when it started flying away.”

Dot held her breath, knowing the story was about to reach its climax. Molt was grinning too, eager to tell it.

“Now you think my brudda was happy to be outta there? I mean we just saved his life, right?” Molt asked. Dot didn’t dare answer, her snickers already starting to slip out. Molt shook his head.

“Oh-ho no. Not at all, kid. See, Hop’s vest wasn’t the only thing that got caught. So as we’re pulling, the beak’s just tearing along him. Now he’s fine, he’s a tough ol’ bug, but his clothes… They’re just split riiiiiight down the middle, all the way down the back! It’s like he’s wearing one of those, uh, what do call ‘em, hospital gowns. Yeah.”

That broke Dot right there, and she fell over, kicking her legs in the air and she absolutely lost it, howling with laughter. Her people’s greatest enemy, the monster who had kidnapped her from her home and had made her life a nightmare ever since…

“You know he knows, and now we know, and he is MAD, I mean he is REALLY steamed at us all, kid. He says we’re ending the tour and we’re all flying home. Now a course Hopper’s leading from the front, and we’re all behind him. It ain’t a pretty ride back, kid, not at all.”

…And he had been forced to run back home because his butt was hanging out. That was entirely too funny for the little princess, and suddenly Hopper, the tyrant, the monster, the gang leader? Well, her captor was just that little bit less scary now. Any time she’d see him, she could imagine him clutching his hands over his backside, trying to hide it.

Hopper was a monster, but he was a person too, just like any other bug.

And you can laugh at people.

“Anyways, that was the second time Hop ran into a bird.” Molt finished, watching the little princess finally get a hold of herself.

Dot pushed herself up into a sitting position, looking at the grasshopper, a huge smile still on her face.

“What was the first time?” She asked eagerlySwapp.

“Ahh.”Molt’s face fell. “That, uh, that story ain’t as funny, kid. You don’t wanna hear it. Come on, let’s get this junk loaded up. The guys are probl’y startin’ to get up by now.”

With that, the pair began shoving the mostly-dry laundry back into the sack, ready to haul it back to the sombrero, and to its hungover owners.

[snappydragon14]

Scenario pt 1: if Soar was ever kidnapped....P.S this is not canon with the story line this is just for fun....

Next part~

Ike: so which one of these tunnels leads to the land of the forgotten?

Mictlan: I don't know

Mysterious voice: Salutations puny mortals, for you shall determine your fate. One of the holes leads to the Land of the Forgotten, and the others, To certain Death!

Mictlan: looking around in confusion Who said that?

Mysterious voice: IT WAS- a cloud growing limbs and peered around the corner

Candle maker: Me, I'm Candle maker. Welcome to the forest. As you can see there are a bunch of tunnels behind you, but choose wisely. If you don't want to walk the path to Certain Death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death.

Ike: so your like the ruler of the forest or something?

Candle maker: if you put it that way.

Ike: oh-

Mictlan: No, no, no, no, I'm not doing this pulls Ike away

Ike: Mictlan, what's your deal?

Mictlan: look at him he's a fucking dork, you see that? That's the face of someone who's used as an ashtray.

Candle maker: messing with his beard before giving Mictlan a wave

Ike: so he's a bit off his hinges, so what? Do you see anyone else that could give us a hand?

Mictlan: Okay just fine. Turns to Candle Maker help us.

Candle Maker: Oh I'll help you, only if you give me a high-five raises his hand in the air

Mictlan: what!?

Ike: hey, hey, I'll do it! Give me some!

Candle maker: Was I talking to you? No, I was talking to sour puss over here. Come on bro, up high!

Mictlan: If anyone's high it's you.

Candle Maker: To the sky.

Mictlan: sounds about right.

Candle Maker: come on, just slap it!

Mictlan: No

Candle Maker: a little slappy? Make daddy happy?

Mictlan: What the hell?!

Candle Maker: Wow! People must love it when you walk in the room.

Mictlan: Crawl back to the ass where you erupted from.

Candle Maker: It's so simple though! It's just this slaps his own hand but with your hand.

Mictlan: I know what a high-five is, I'm not going to give it to you because you deserve nothing but to be hit by a crowbar!

Ike: The lack of Physical touch has left you miserable! Just slap his hand if you don't want to die!

Mictlan: Glares at Candle maker

Candle maker: blinks

Mictlan: if your here with us now I'm going to do it one time then your going to help us.

Candle Maker: Yeah, yeah, okay bro.

Mictlan: Here you go. Tried to slap his hand out for him to move out of the way

Candle Maker: Too slow!

Mictlan: TOO SLOW?!

Candle Maker: Laughs

Ike: Snickers classic

Candle Maker: Okay, okay, okay, but actually though. I'll let you slide with a fist bump. Holds his fist out for a fist bump

Mictlan: tries to fist bump him

Candle Maker: watch out! Pac-Mans the fist bump Oh it's coming out now! Sandwich! Talk to the hand! Puppet! That was close! Rubbing it! Witnesses! Behind bars!

Mictlan: WHAT?!

Candle Maker: Gear shift! Vroom! Vroom! Vroom! Vroooom!

Candle Maker and Ike: Laughing

Mictlan: Glaring at Ike to shut up

Candle Maker: Ha, ha, ha! Okay, okay, okay, I'm feeling it bring it in pal! Opens his arms for a hug

Mictlan: Grabs a stick and snaps it in half

Candle Maker: his beard turning into dark rain clouds that began to form a puddle around him

AAAAHHHHHHHH!!! runs away from Mictlan

Mictlan: GET BACK HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW! I'M GOING TO GAUGE OUT YOUR EYES! chases after him

Candle Maker: GET AWAY FROM ME! runs into one of the tunnels GET OFF AND GO AWAY!!!

Mictlan: follows with Ike behind him I'M NOT GOING AWAY! I'M GOING TO TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!!

Ike: Mictlan, what did you do to you?!

Mictlan: HE TOOK MY WILL TO LIVE SO I'M GOING TO LEAVE HIS BODY IN THE TUNNEL AS A MESSAGE!!

Candle Maker: runs out of the tunnel and faces them And we're here!

Mictlan: stops running and lowers the broken sticks

Candle Maker: Wow! That was a weak attempt walks past Mictlan and takes a stick out of his hand and tosses it away could've hit the gym more Mictlan, than you could've gotten a chance to come at me. Catch you later unless....YOU DIE! Die, die, die. Echoes dramatically and disappeared into the tunnel.

[void-botanist]

OC Pokemon teams tag: AOM

I'm taking an open tag from @kk7-rbs for this one! I chose these for the main AOM players based on vibes and also story potential.

Also an open tag!

Sid

He doesn't really favor any type, and that shows in his team. He evolved the Sirfetch'd from a Farfetch'd that fought him for an onion, the Goodra from a Goomy he found in the garden (his parents did NOT want him to take it inside), and the Alcremie from a Milcery he caught with the smell of his baking (it's probably a different variant than the one shown but he let it pick out its candy). The Mimikyu showed up when he was cleaning out the attic, and he feels like they have a lot in common actually. Donovan gave him a Galarian Yamask and fully believed it could never be evolved, but Sid figured out how to evolve it anyway. Emma gave him the Froslass when she got a shiny Froslass, and he had to retrain it to be less slappy and bitey.

Donovan

He loves ground and rock types more than anything but those alone are kind of a weak team, so he's diversified. He's a big fan of Pokemon that are Shaped, hence the Shelgon and Gastrodon. Unfortunately he has never met someone who was fooled by the Sudowoodo. The Mudsdale is his hard hitter, the Trevenant is his favorite, and the Sableye he picked up from a cave because it reminded him of Sid (then a small child). Through no fault of its own it got most of Donovan's care and affection (RIP Sid) and is kind of a spoiled brat.

Emma

Her team organizing principle is cuntiness. She picked Sobble as a starter years ago so she could end up with Inteleon. Pheromosa, Tsareena, and Froslass were all pretty easy choices too. She thinks the Machamp is cute and it has a great attitude (smash all opponents). It actually has not given her the most injuries - the Rapidash has, between its pointy horn and its tendency to get into her head with its psychic abilities. She doesn't super discourage this kind of behavior because any Pokemon that can knock her down can doubly do it to her challengers.

Avis

She favors ghost types (she used to have a Trevenant in her main team but she switched it out when she found out Donovan had one). She loves Rillaboom the most, though, because she's had it the longest - she raised it from a Grookey. Her default strategy is to use its size (it's 6' 11") to intimidate most challengers (including Sorian), and then switch to Dhelmise when it gets a little low on health. Anyone who knows their types will assume she has a grass-based team, at which point she can pull out Kommo-o or Grappleoct to surprise them. Gengar and Dragapult also unnerve people, which is fine by her. She hates it when people point it out but she's very kind to her Pokemon and is far more worried about how good of a trainer she is to them than how powerful they are as fighters (pretty powerful).

Sorian

He loves fairy and psychic types and they love him. Obviously the Ninjask is an exception, but he keeps it in his team just in case and because Horatio gave it to him (he still doesn't understand why Horatio thinks it's like him, but okay. It's cute). He often lets the Comfey stay out of its Pokeball and wears it as a flower crown, which Avis finds infuriating (how dare he have a cute Pokemon like that. fucking asshole). People think Avis will be irrationally pissed off by the Hatterene, since it looks kind of like a human woman, but it just looks like that - why would she be mad? Sorian's favorite Pokemon is actually the Togekiss, which likes to snuggle with him when he's alone but retreats as soon as Avis shows up. His most powerful Pokemon in battle are definitely the Claydol and Musharna.

Horatio

Horatio didn't start out trying to bridge as many types as possible, nor to have only dual-type Pokemon, but once he realized it was happening anyway he leaned into it. He started with the Galvantula, which used to ride in his pocket when it was a Joltik, and ended up with Vileplume when his Oddish would not stop accompanying him out of his florist shop. Edith gave him the Swinub he evolved into Piloswine, and Sorian gave him the Deino he evolved into Hydregion because it looked like him (it did). The Aegislash came from a Honedge that tried and failed to blend in with his gardening tools, and the Gallade - which he suspects used to belong to someone else - he found wandering in the woods when he was studying river plants. It has very little self control around people who are rude to him, and it sometimes gets switched out of his team temporarily when it's being moody.

[gabykatttt]

Velvet and Veneer in one day in Horrorland

Chapter 6

Jeez sure they did a good job making this park Veneer said.

Yeah but the dummy you’re holding gives me creeps just looking at it Velvet said.

Don’t worry sis it’s only a harmless dummy Veneer said hugging Slappy once more.

I still don’t understand why you bought that thing? Velvet asked.

Cuz I like puppets that’s why Veneer said smiling.

It’s still creepy Velvet said.

The siblings continued walking until Velvet bumped into someone.

Ugh watch where you going geez Velvet said rolling her eyes.

Sorry about that my sister she hates everyone bumping into her Veneer said.

Slappy eyes moved again staring at Veneer again.

It’s okay kid the woman said looking at Veneer.

Hey quit staring at my brother wiredo Velvet said grabbing Veneer by the arm and left.

The woman rolled her eyes and left.

So what should we do now? Veneer asked.

Velvet looked around and saw a hotel nearby.

Well there’s a hotel that we can stay at Velvet said.

Good idea sis Veneer said holding on to Slappy tightly.

I hate puppets Velvet said to herself looking away from Slappy.

But for Veneer he’s just a dummy Velvet thought still walking.

The twins made it to the hotel and it kinda looked like a castle.

Stagger Inn that’s a wired name don’t you think Veneer.

Yeah but let’s rent a room to sleep I’m tired Velvet said letting out a yawn.

I agree sis maybe tomorrow we’ll head back home Veneer said.

There’s no escape the twins heard a voice.

Who said that? Veneer asked.

I don’t know just kids acting like idiots Velvet said entering the hotel.

Okay Veneer said still suspicious about the voice.

What do you think Slappy? Veneer asked the dummy.

The dummy didn’t replied just stayed silent.

You’re probably right it’s just kids fooling around Veneer said smiling at the dummy.

At night the twins got into their rooms.

Goodnight Veneer Velvet said letting out a yawn and fell asleep.

Nighty night sis and goodnight Slappy Veneer said turning of the lamp and fell asleep as well.

With the twins sleeping peacefully. Slappy’s eyes started moving again looking at them mostly at Veneer.

He’s perfect he he he you’re mine slave Slappy said quietly starting at Veneer.

With Amy and Garrison

I can’t believe this I finally found him Amy said crying in tears of joy.

So what’s your plan anyway? Garrison asked.

It’s pretty simple Garry that boy has Slappy and I need him to transfer his soul into his body to be my king Amy said letting out an evil.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this? Garrison thought worrying about Amy’s crazy behavior.

Soon Veneer you’ll be mine HA HA HA HA HA and Slappy you’ll be with me again Amy said laughing even more.

[illarian-rambling]

I can't for the life of me remember if I already asked you a question, I don't think I did.

Happy STS! Which one of your OCs would have the most fun if you magically dropped them into an arcade, and why?

Man, goofy questions are my favorite! My arcade experience is limited to once when I was a kid and the fnaf games, so I'll do my best!

Izjik: Would play one of those fishing games for the entire time. Idk if she'd enjoy it that much per se (actual fishing is better), but I think she'd walk out with a ton of tickets and probably a flat screen TV from the prize desk. She'd rate it a 5/10.

Sepo: Homeboy would get overstimulated at supersonic speeds if exposed to an arcade. Between the siren acute hearing and all the bright lights, it'd be a 0/10, he's hiding in a corner.

Twenari: She'd probably go in for some sort of memory or skill based game, the chance ones would piss her off. If she has the opportunity to count cards, I think she'd be happy. 6/10.

Djek: His little adhd brain would thrive in an arcade. When he gets bored with one game, he could move on to another. I think he'd go get one of those rubber slappy hands, try to hit Sepo with it, and then escalate that to a physical altercation somehow. 9/10, bright lights and messing with Sepo are like his favorite things, it only loses a point because there's no actual gambling.

Astra: One of those racing games where you're actually on a motorbike would have her in a trance. She'd try to build one when she got home. Probably not a coincidence that she and Djek are both a little adhd and would adore the atmosphere. 10/10.

Mashal: I think he'd be scarily good at any fighting game. However, if there were any animatronics at this particular arcade, they'd scare the shit out of him. 3/10, he's with Izjik on liking physical sports better.

Ivander: Would somehow organize a betting ring around a shooting game, get everyone to bet on the other guy, not the skinny blue man in a suit, then pull out his sharpshooter expertise. 8/10, he's sad there's no alcohol.

Thanks, this was a fun ask!

[the-dalseum-duet]

silly non-canon stuff

no prompt again today! :)

@svwhssftr fuck you. you get tagged. silly kohls content for today. also soft-launching a few concepts I’ve had floating around

Kai rubbed his short nails against the iridescent sequins of his fish tie. The eyeliner on his waterline had begun to stick to his eyelashes as he blinked, and his metallic dress shoes were just barely too small for him. His crystal glass of Prosecco was the only thing keeping him awake. 

His fellow new Council inductees seemed to share the same sentiment. Sonnet’s wide-legged dress pants fluttered against their heeled shoes as they took small steps, their head half-resting on Adam’s shoulder beside them. Adam rubbed his eye, the golden eyeshadow surrounding it rubbing off on his fingers. He swore under his breath as he wiped his hand on the sheer sleeve of his collared shirt. 

However, Sara and Noeul were perfectly awake. Sara rambled about all of the minuscule details that weren’t perfect at the initiation ceremony. She confirmed that she “had the best time, don’t get me wrong” after every sentence, but Noeul had evidently learned how to ignore her. He blankly stared at the endless, bleak sky outside the Palace. Gale trailed behind them, chiming in with an unrelated comment every few minutes. His words were not acknowledged by Sara nor Noeul. 

Sara snapped her fingers, her golden rings jingling. “We should meet up in a few minutes on the balcony of the top floor.” 

“We should what?” Sonnet murmured, linking arms with Adam. 

“Hot tub,” Noeul shortly explained. 

“Are you fucking serious?” Adam groaned. “I want to go to bed.”

“It’ll be relaxing,” Sara promised. “And it’s cold outside. I feel like we didn’t get enough one-on-one time tonight.” 

“We had plenty,” Sonnet said. 

“Maybe you and your touchy-feely little boyfriend did,” Kai spat. “Porter and I just rubbed elbows with random snooty-ass people all night.” 

“It’s fine,” Gale said. “I rubbed elbows with hundreds of ‘snooty-ass’ people to get here. I can stand a little more.”

“I’m with Belle,” Kai said. “I want to sleep.”

“But you could sit with me in the hot tub,” Noeul flatly said. 

“Damn,” Kai sighed. “That’s a hard argument to beat.” 

“I want to talk to you guys,” Sara said, fidgeting with the charm at the end of her necklace. “I’m going to spend the next few years with you. We might as well start getting comfortable tonight.” 

“Yeah, you guys should come,” Noeul said. 

“Do you ever give two shits about anything?” Adam said, pausing to turn and face Noeul. “I swear, every time you speak, you never say anything with substance.” 

“Adam, stop it,” Sonnet softly said, grabbing his hand. 

“I’m just tired,” Adam sighed. 

“I know you are.” Sonnet kissed his cheek. 

“Maybe you’d hear me say something with substance if you came out to the balcony tonight.” Noeul pursed his lips into a half-grin. 

“He got you there!” Gale said. The Council collectively side-eyed him, an awkward tension polluting the Palace halls. 

“His accent gives me a headache,” Adam whispered. Sonnet giggled. Adam wasn’t kidding. 

“I’m going up to the balcony,” Noeul said, grabbing the silver railing of the staircase with his gloved hands. Unlike the rest of the Council, Noeul’s room was in the royal quarters of the Palace. The rest of the Council stayed in the rooms beneath him. 

“I’ll be there,” Sara said, removing a few pieces of her fine golden jewelry. “I expect to see everyone else, too.” 

She shot a glittering, low-lidded glare to the rest of the Council before disappearing into her room. 

“Why is she such a bitch?” Kai asked, shaking his head. 

“Because she’s friends with Noeul,” Adam said, pressing his hand to his temples. “Everyone on this island is a bitch.”

“You can say that again,” Kai mumbled, carelessly kicking his door open and removing his various silver accessories. He hated how he looked with makeup, even when it was professionally done. He didn’t look like himself. He soaked a nearby towel in cold water before slapping it on his face. He couldn’t fall asleep yet. He had a chance at getting some good dick, at least. 

In a sense, he envied Adam and Sonnet. They always casually held each other and gave each other fleeting kisses. It was gross, but at least they were happy. Kai would rather get shot point-blank in the forehead than give Noeul a dainty little kiss on the cheek, but he wished Noeul at least recognized the tension between them. Sure, they were a drunken one-night-stand. But Kai was in Dalseum now. He deserved more than the groupie treatment. 

He changed into a stray pair of black swim trunks. He looked an utter mess. He needed to get his bangs redone. At least he was hot when he looked messy. His roommate, Gale, wasn’t hot no matter what he did. Kai smiled. It was a blessing not to be a 5’5” British man. 

He left his room to explore the halls of the Palace, the crystal tile freezing cold beneath his bare feet. As he traversed up the stairs, Sonnet’s door opened. 

“Are you seriously going?” Adam complained. 

“I want to go talk to everyone,” Sonnet said. They wore a pink floral pair of short swim-trunks and a green crocheted bikini-esque top.

“Give me a minute to get ready, then,” Adam said. Sonnet shut the door. 

As Kai continued up the stairs, he heard Sara laugh alongside echoes of The Smiths. A glass door to an expansive balcony stood in front of him, and Gale, Sara, and Noeul sat together in a blue-lit hot tub. The balcony was multiple stories above the Cocktail Quarters, which was frankly terrifying. Kai joined them anyway. 

“Shirogane!” Sara exclaimed, waving him over. Her long braids were tied into a bun behind her head, and her deep red bikini revealed a snake tattoo crawling along her back. Kai blinked. Shirogane?

Shirogane. That was the name he said he had. Right? Shit, he didn’t remember. He awkwardly smiled as he sat beside Noeul. Noeul wrapped one of his arms around Kai’s shoulders entirely unprompted. Was he flustered, or was it just the heat from the hot tub rising to his face? 

“Noeul told me you were from Kyoto,” Sara said, mixing some sort of drink with a straw. “It’s a beautiful place. You know, I went a few years ago to visit the Shinto shrines. I can’t imagine what it’s like to live there.” 

“Oh, yeah,” Kai lied. “It’s really something.” 

“Your last name is really unique,” she said, tilting her head. “I’ve never heard of anyone with that name before. Do you know any of the history behind it?” 

Shit, shit, shit. “Ah, not really.” Kai shrugged. “I’ve never been told anything about it.” 

“I assumed so,” Sara said, stretching her arms over the edge of the tub. “It’s cool, either way.”

“Thanks,” Kai whispered. Noeul barely pulled him closer. God, was the hot tub supposed to be thatwarm?

“Do you see the cherry blossoms in Kyoto?” Gale asked. “I don’t know which parts of Japan they’re in, but I’ve heard that they’re beautiful.” 

“Yeah, there are some cherry blossoms in Kyoto,” Kai slowly said. “I guess I don’t think about them because I see them so often.” 

“That’s so cool,” Gale huffed. “There’s nothing interesting in Kent. Moving to London was the best decision I ever made.” 

“Do you really eat beans on toast?” Kai blurted. Sara sharply laughed.

“What?” Gale blinked. 

“I’m sorry,” Kai said. “I was just curious. I’ve heard about the beans on toast.”

“I’m not going to answer that question.” Gale shamefully looked into the neon-studded distance.

The glass door slid open, and Sonnet and Adam stepped out into the balcony. 

“It’s cold as balls out here,” Adam said, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“That’s why we’re in the hot tub,” Noeul responded. 

Sonnet took a short puff of the blunt between their fingers as they scanned the crowd. They pointed at Kai. “Your scars!” they gasped. They pointed at their own chest, then to his. 

“Oh, shit,” Kai said. “Yeah. I never really brought that up, did I?” 

“That’s badass,” Sonnet said. “I never would have guessed you were trans. I mean, it’s pretty obvious that I’ve got some sort of fucked gender, but you? You’re set.” 

Sonnet cautiously stepped into the hot tub, being careful as to not wet their blunt. Adam followed.  

“What’s your deal, exactly?” Kai asked, squinting through the steam. “I know you’re a they or whatever the fuck, but what are the specifics? It’s always interesting to hear about fucked genders.” 

“Oh, I have no clue,” Sonnet laughed. “I’m too high to even think about that right now. I can barely do it sober. You can call me whatever you want, honestly. Adam can probably explain it to you. He’s heard me ramble.” 

“You’re, like, entirely unlabeled, right?” Adam said. “That’s what I’ve concluded from your late-night rambles.” 

“Probably.” Sonnet took another hit. 

“To me, at least, Sonnet’s gender is like an angel. Do you know much about the Bible?” Adam asked. 

“Great question for the hot tub tonight,” Sara said, chuckling to herself. 

“Not really, no,” Kai admitted. 

“I was raised Christian and lived to tell the story. Let me have my moment,” Adam said, flipping his wrist at Sara. “Most people think angels are gendered, but they’re really not. I mean, archangels are, but that’s because they have to communicate with humans. Most of them are just divine beings. That’s what Sonnet is to me, y’know? Just some divine being who speaks to me sometimes. That’s their gender.”

“That was beautiful, man,” Kai said, nodding.

“Yeah, Adam, that was really nice,” Sonnet said, leaning to kiss Adam’s forehead. 

“You know, you two make me believe in love,” Gale said. “You’re so different, but you’re so similar. And every time I see you two, you’re always looking at each other all smitten. I hope someone loves me like that someday.” 

Gale hopefully looked at Noeul. Noeul rolled his eyes.

“That’s so sweet-“ Adam started. 

“You might need to lose some weight first,” Noeul whispered, mainly to Kai. Kai was unsure how to respond to this, so he didn’t. Maybe Gale was a little pudgy, but there was no reason to make a comment about it in a group setting.

“Man, what the fuck?” Sara said, narrowing her eyes. “Noeul, was that necessary?”

“I was kidding.” Noeul blinked. He clearly wasn’t.

“What happened?” Gale whispered, quickly glancing between the two. 

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it, Porter.” Sara sipped her drink. 

“There’s no way you’re still drinking, Sara,” Noeul said, crossing his arms.

“This is a raspberry lemonade from my fridge. I didn’t want my hangover to be as bad,” Sara explained. “Mind your damn business.” 

Something tugged at the waist of Kai’s swim trunks. His face flushed. The awkward silence of the Council only made him more uncomfortable as the sensation crept further down. One of Noeul’s arms rested on the ledge of the hot tub, but the other was beneath the water. Kai could connect the dots. 

“Are we good with The Smiths?” Noeul casually asked. “I can change if we want.” 

“No, I like this one,” Sonnet answered, nodding. 

“Noeul, is this really the right time?” Kai whispered, leaning closer to Noeul. 

“For The Smiths? When is it not-“

Noeul used both of his hands to slick back his bangs. Kai’s eyes widened.

“What the fuck?” he gasped, frantically sticking his hand down his swim trunks. Adam’s face dropped. Sara covered her mouth with her hand. Kai pulled a beetle a good inch and a half long from his waistband. Kai heard Noeul laugh for the first time. 

“What the fuck?” Kai repeated, throwing the beetle over the edge of the balcony as he heavily breathed. 

“What was that?” Gale asked, his hands crossed over his heart.

“Fuckin’ bug!” Kai responded, shivering. 

“You thought that was me?” Noeul laughed. 

“Yeah, I did!” Kai exclaimed. 

“I mean, I could do that if you wanted,” Noeul said.

Kai’s face flushed yet again. “What?”

“The beetle rizz,” Sonnet whispered. Adam curled over laughing. 

“Never say that word again,” Gale said, shaking his head.

“Are you, like, genuinely offering? Right now?” Kai asked. 

“I mean, I’d be willing to fuck you after this. Not in the hot tub though.” 

Kai stared at the rest of the Council, wide-eyed. “Am I allowed to accept this offer in front of you guys?” 

“Noeul can fuck whoever he wants. We don’t care,” Sara said. 

“Then sure. Yeah, that sounds good.” Kai awkwardly gave Noeul a thumbs-up.

“A thumbs-up is crazy,” Adam laughed. 

“What else am I supposed to do?” Kai exclaimed. “I just got molested by a damn beetle. I’m already off-kilter.” 

“Should we all go to bed before someone gets hurt?” Gale offered. The Council collectively murmured in agreement. Noeul reached over to turn off his speaker. Morrissey’s crooning was replaced by the distant lapping of ocean waves and the whirring of cars beneath them.

“Meet you in your room?” Kai asked. 

“No, my dad will hear us. I’ll meet you in yours,” Noeul said. 

“Then the rest of us have to hear you,” Adam groaned. 

“Who are you to be complaining?” Noeul said. “Your tongue is down the throat of your precious angel bitch twenty-four seven.”

“Damn,” Sara said, shaking her head. Adam had no response. 

“I’ll be extra loud just for you, Belle,” Kai promised. 

“Yeah, two can play that game, Shirogane,” Adam said, reaching for Sonnet’s hand. 

“What if all of us acted like the civil leaders we are and went to fucking sleep?” Sara proposed. 

“I can get behind that,” Gale agreed. 

“I’ll see you all in the morning,” Sara sighed, shutting off the lights of the hot tub. “Be responsible.”

“Trust me,” Noeul slid open the glass door. “We won’t.”

[1-6-9-2-maharcronicals-7]

🎶I AM COPEING

COPING AND SETHING

I CANNOT BELIEVE THE SHIT I AM SEEING

I AM COPEING I AM SEEEETHIIINNG-🎶

Na but fr this book had gaven me more questions then answers,head's up there's gonna be A LOT OF SPOILERS I'm gonna talk about so bewere on that

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SO sadly this whole book isn't fully a backstory book and it leads more questions then answers

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NEW WIZARD ENTERS THE CHAT

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Darkwell now described in this picture, from my understanding after reading has an untrustworthy mouth due to some actions we see him do in the book,now the reason I bring this fucker up is because he's the main reason of my coping and seething (the second being the lack of slappy's siblings being mentioned)) because HE'S THE BITCH THAT ACTUALLY MADE SLAPPY Wich begs A LOT OF FUCKING QUESTIONS now this takes place during 200 years ago in Europe doesn't say we're so I'm gonna safely assume Salem??? But the question about Franz and kanduu especially after there part in the new goosebumps show is what's up with that why were they mentioned in slappy and mr.wood's life dose that implay different wizards and witches made and or created them or what??Oh did I mention that darkwell has a nephew? No? Well it's because kid is not even real??? But he also can bleed??? He has wires and tubes but not even he knew about not being a doll poor kid was attacked, ridiculed and the towns people thought they could be CPS and take the kid away from darkwell, after making slappy darkwell just booked it and left when the towns people tired to burn him down he didn't want Isaac anymore Wich even they were shocked about before learning the kid isn't even a real boy,Wich is quite sad really because the kid definitely deserves better he was only 12 after all.

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Miss.rabbit has fainted

See that 👆 that's slappy,no really it is you can't give him a redemption ark enless it's sacrifice,in the book darkwell said he lied to slappy about it because he wanted to take revenge but I highly doubt that was even a case to begin with,not after what he did with Isaac plus he didn't prove nor shown anything to the reader that he's being for real on it, it gets worse that slappy somehow juked him if he made slappy he should know slappy's tricks meaning that it just seems like some other wizards or someone is complaining about slappy so he tried to deal with it but failed miserably because he just didn't give to fucks and wants to be left Alone or at least that's how I seen it. Now from this understanding I do find it quite funny/sad if slappy can't be good even if he wanted to because if he doesn't do evil he gets put to sleep even if he dose a good deed it's like that miss rabbit has fallen joke(Wich I may do if I have the time 🤭)

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MR.WOOD COMEBACK?

So yyyyeah there is 0 explanation about slappy's siblings and I'm not even sure what's up with mr.wood especially how the fandom is split with this piece of shit,some believe he's Wally some believe he and wally are separated characters if counted correctly if there separate it be 5 of them if not 4 now i know there's gonna be people saying"oh there's evidence" what evidence?? How can we be so sure we can count that if stine can't even keep slappy's orgains in straight and just adding questions? Stine was the Scott coathen before Scott was even a thing BUT besides that! The reason why I mentioned this is quite interesting to me 🤔

I made a drawing to the best of my abilities about the slappy bewere mr.wood next to the official artwork of Mr.wood in slappy bewere this puppet went by "Mister" wood instead of Mr.wood, Wich again rather odd

Here is the highlighted parts of the description, during this section of the story slappy not only tried to fit in with this toy brand to scare kids it was an easy suit due to Mister wood being wildly popular,Wich also adds the question is it the mr.wood that we knew grew popular to get a branding of himself??because I could have sworn I seen someone mention he perhaps DID become a bigshot but what an odd detail to add with glasses it didn't tell us about his nose nor eyes it's just only those details,all I know slappy did bring these toys to life but it's quiet and oddity to bring in still it's already wild enough that he was referenced but not Goldie nor snappy whom was told in the slappyworld series that they were made side by side with him or made earlier or before him we do know kanduu had a part to play in his life with mr.wood so dose that implay that slappy was gaven to Franz?? Did darkwell knew Franz?? Send your opinions in all this in the comments or something 🤷‍♀️

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There's no room for more photos but we got spells n shit ✨yippee✨

So yeah we got new spells if someone broke the code with the og I'm sure one of y'all have more of a bigger brain then me

Lambda Osiris karamubder dominus malado venn is a LONG ASS SPELL JFC but the spell keeps people frozen in place playing there WORST fears now this one seems more simple,amapo amapi amapo golrah golreeh amapo Wich is a spell that you chant that brings non living things to life or at least that is what is displayed for all we know this can bring back the dead if he wanted to.

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🎶you are copeing, COPEING and SEETHING, you don't believe what you are seeing, you are copeing you are seeeethiiinng-🎶

I'm sorry but that's the best way I can describe the last story, turned out slappy's biggest weekness is himbos or people who gives 0 fucks or are complete airheaded those are the 3 horsemen who can truly defeat slappy(not really but slappy is REALLY copeing with this) because Everytime he tried to ruin something the Carlton family laughs it off and also bless Bryce's heart they were just unconditionally sweet tords slappy sure kids parents were sorta weirded out by it but it was harmless after all due to them thinking slappy is not really alive kid gave him a bowl of soup let him have his air pods to listen to music hell kid even puts slappy to bed with him,slappy obviously couldn't give to shits about the kid but I find it rather cute I don't think I seen any kid with slappy that passionate and kind tords him before finding out he's a pice of a wooden splinter dispite slappy's failed pranks one of them that even surprised me that slappy put a spider in someone's coffee AND THEY DRANKED IT WITHOUT RELIZNG SAYING THE BREW WAS "LUMPY" JFC- IM SORRY F U C K DAT- but besides that slappy genuinely thought he'd be knocked out for good if he doesn't do any good evil deeds in time so he was having a panic at the disco,this was during the time darkwell tried to "dystroy" slappy even though he flat out "lied" to him(and i say "lie" from what i mentioned before)

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Questions, somewhat answers?

So what we know now that darkwell made slappy question goes what is up with his siblings then? Mr.wood was referenced and his siblings Goldie and snappy are nowhere to be found especially add ons with Franz and kanduu like what's there deal now?? The only answer we ever got was a possible confirmed Creator of slappy but I can't say the same for the rest due to the possibility slappy's siblings were made by different people it seems??? I don't know so uh yeah thanks for hearing my shitty review and opinions on slappy beware 😔🖐️✨