#Rise ot the Guardians

[ppeasants]

Hey so I ended up making a good amount of Headcanons for the Rito in Wind Waker, and I wanted to share them with y'all.

This came about while writing for my Wind fic focusing on the obscene amount of father figures he has (check it out here). This chapter was focused on Quill, and while I was developing their relationship, I ended up developing a decent amount of internal lore for the Rito, and I couldn't fit them all in the fic

So, I'm putting them so people can see it, and if people like em, they can hopefully use it for themselves, or expand on them, or just tell me what their own HCs are, or what they would change. I love the Rito, especially Wind Waker's, and I had so much fun doing this.

Just a quick disclaimer, I am not any sort of anthropologist, or linguist, or anything, so if I disrespect any real-world race or culture with this, I am really sorry. Please let me know if I misrepresent something so I can learn from it and change whatever is wrong.

HCs under the cut:

Tribe

It's all but confirmed that the Rito were evolved from the Zora, who were forced to evolve due to the unlivable water of the Great Flood. This colours a lot my headcanons about the Rio's values, traditions, and relations.

It is hard for the Rito to call any one place their home, since they lost theirs in the flood.

Their flight is important to them threefold: It's the gift theyr were given by Valoo in order to survive the flood, it gives them the freedom to explore around when they feel the loss of their home, and it's the closest thing they have to the freedom of swimming.

It's why the sky, their flight, and Valoo is all so important ot them.

Their connection to Valoo is why they call Dragon Roost home, although to them, it's more like a common hub, or home base. Most Rito don't actually have a set home, instead they travel around between place to place. It's why the Rito as delivery workers works so well for them.

Along with losing their home, the Rito also lost a lot of their culture. This causes them to be very protective of what they have now, rarely letting others take part in their actual traditions.

It's why Link (Wind) being a part of their family is such a big deal; hes one of the only Hylians to actually be accepted as a Rito¹ (the idea of Link being a Rito will come up later)

As a part of their culture and their worship of the sky as their new freedom, they revere Zephos and Cyclos, even more than sailor of the Great Sea do. A lot of their rituals focus on the Wind Gods.

They have always worshiped Zephos, but Cyclos was lost to time. When they were reminded of his existence, they were horrified that they might have lost more of their culture, but were quick to reinstate Cyclos as a deity, and they do celebrate him now.

Relations

To the Rito as a Tribe, relations to each other are everything. Everyone who is a Rito is connected on some way to the other Rito.

You are defined by your connections to the other Rito. Unless you're the ruler of the Rito, then you are your connections.

You are your mother's daughter - you are the fathger of your son - you are best friend, the partner, the beloved, and they are yours.

As relationships are the biggest way to define who you are as a Rito, it is possible for people who were not born as Rito to be a part of the tribe. There are very few non-species Rito, as they are protective of their identity, but it is possible.

¹This is why Link (Wind) is a Rito. He is defined by his relationships to the Rito: specifically Quill, Medli, and Komali. He is Quill's beloved, and Quill is Link's guardian. He is Medli's mentor, and she is his sage. He is Komali's chosen, and Komali is his partner (komalink truthers rise up).

Feathers are important in defining those relationships. If you are close enough to be defined by a relationship, then you given a feather from the other to keep those relationships.

Most Rito would weave those feathers into their wings, although they would be placed in a way that they could get removed easily. Most Rito only wear their feathers during formal events or festivals, although some wear them at all times.

In Link's case, he has 3 feathers, one from Quill, Medli, and Komali. Link has two feather sets - one which is a loose set of feathers he can braid into his hair, and one in a solid set of 3 which he can place behind his ear.

Language

I did not come up with a full language for the Rito. What I did develop was a base which to base the Rito language off of , and a way to buid off of it in the future as necessary.

One major thing is that the language isn't a full language, for every single word. Another thing they lost in the flood was their language, only bits and pieces of it remaining as they evolved.

What was left was a descriptive language; where words are used to describe larger concepts.

Speaking and Writing in Rito involves using Rito Language and Common/Hylian simultaneously, using words from both to describe full sentences.

The Rito Language itself is a Agglutinative Language. What that means, is that words are formed by merging syllaybles, where every syllable has a unique meaning, and the combinations of syllables make words which are defined by the syllables meanings.

Words tend not to have direct Common/Hylian translations; instead syllables have meanings, and their relationships to each other define concepts.

Concepts and words tend not to exist until invented; they are all based on the same syllables which all share meanings, or different combinations arte invented when needed, and understood when told.

As an example, I'll share the two invented words in my fic - Towaki and Towaveh - divided in syllables as: To, Wa, Ki, and Veh.

To: shortening of Rito

Wa: Love (non-superficial)

Ki: Mine (ownership)

Veh: Theirs (ownership)

Towaki: They are my beloved.

Towaveh: I am their beloved.

Festivals

The two biggest celebrations in Rito Culture are Ballad's Day and Requiems's Day, named after the Wind's Requiem and the Ballad of Gales. The two celebrations are six months apart, and each happen once a year.

Ballad's Day celebrates Cyclos, and Requiem's Day celebrates Zephos. Both festivals consist of three phases.

The first phase is meant for Valoo's attendant and the current Rito ruler. The two ascend Dragon Roost Island and request a scale from Valoo, to give to the Wind Gods in offering.

The second phase has Valoo's attendant, and the upcoming ruler (if one is not born, the current ruler) partaking in a ritual involving a performance of either the Wind's Requiem or the Ballad of Gales to offer the scale to the celebrated deity to ask for favourable winds n front of all of the gathered Rito² (There is nuance as to who is currently involved during Wind Waker's time, which I will explain later)

The third phase is a celebration: Every Rito who can make it for the festivals gather for a large feast. More than the second phase, this is Zephos and Cyclos' favourite part, as it makes them happy to see their worshippers happy.

These two days are some of the only days where almost every Rito comes back to Dragon Roost. These days are the best times to catch up with the various other Rito, as it's the only times all of the Rito see each other.

This aspect of the festival is just as important as the offering to the deities, since their relations to each other are so important, and their need to travel makes it so they can;t see each other often.

²In the Wind Waker's time, the people who participate in the ritual are Komali, Medli, and Link. Komali and Medli are a given, as they're the upcoming ruler and current attendant, but Medli is also the Wind Sage. Her music is powerful magically, and even more so when conducted by Link.

Link's inclusion on the ritual is threefold. He is partially a mentor for Medli, and will help her with her part in the ritual. He is Komali's chosen (komalink truthers rise up), so he is also connected to the upcoming ruler. He is the Hero of Winds, and they are the Wind Gods. Although he wasn't destined to be one from Hylia, he was chosen by Zephos and accepted by Cyclos.

His relations to the Rito involved and the gods make him an important part of the ritual. For Cyclos, he also just wants Link specifically to be there, as he is the one who brought the deity back into the Rito's ritual. Zephos is okay if Link misses the ritual, Cyclos basically requires it.

That's all I have for now! Lemme know what y'all think, if it's good, if this makes sense, or what other HCs y'all have! I love the Rito and would just love to talk more about them!

<3

(also check out my fic here hehe).

[triforceangel13]

Love Across Time Ch. 26 (A Sidlink Story)

Chapter 26: The Return

King Dorephan stepped into the infimary of the Domain, finding his son laying in one of the beds there on his side, his back facing the door.

The entire Domain had been put into a panic when they hadn't been able to find Sidon for several weeks straight.

But it wasn't just them. Word had spread around that all the next generation of champions to take over the Divine beasts had disappeared.

To find Sidon finally, Dorephan hoped that things would go back to normal. But things hadn't been normal. Not even before he had just disappeared.

“Sidon,” Dorephan said, ducking his head as he approached his son. Sidon lifted his head a moment and then set it back down.

“Yes father?” Sidon asked, not looking at him.

That broke Dorephan's heart. His son wouldn't even look at him. Something had happened in the moments he was gone.

But he hadn't told anyone, refusing to utter any words about where he ahd been or what he had been doing. He had been mostly just healing and sleeping.

Part of it Dorephan was sure was the grief that he had felt. But there was something else. The whole kingdom of Hyrule wouldn't have been in an uproar like it had if it had just been Sidon that had been gone.

“I was hoping we could have a chat,” Dorephan said, carefully taking a seat on the floor near his son's bed, the chairs way too small for his large body.

Sidon finally pushed himself up a bit from the bed, sitting up to face his father. There were dark rings under his eyes and his eyes were puffy from what he assumed had been tears.

“Whatever about?” Sidon asked him softly. “I'm home now. I'm safe. I just need time to heal after everything.”

“That, is what I wish to discuss with you. Wht evern happened to you? You were gone for weeks and you return nearly on death's door,” Dorephan sighed heavily, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He understood his son was struggling but he was also so concerned about him.

Now that he was not so injured any longer and had been home a few days Dorephan had assumed he would be alright.

But seeing him like this meant there was much more to it.

“Son...please,” Dorephan begged him. “I cannot help unless I know what is going on.”

“There is nothing you can do father,” Sidon said, his voice sounding a little hollow. “I can't go back now. There is no way.”

“Sidon...” Dorephan sighed.

Sidon swallowed. “I was transported back in time to help in the calamity. I had saved Mipha and I had found Link again.”

Dorephan remained silent as he explained what had happened to him. He was finally getting the story from him.

He had never thought things to be possible but to have his son fight against the Calamity and to save everyone...

He wished their timeline had changed with him doing so. Maybe all their lost loved ones wouldn't be gone.

“I see,” Dorephan mumbled to him. Sidon gave a weak smile which turned into a grimace as he felt a sob rise in his chest and he pressed clawed hands over his eyes.

Despite that he was such a large Zora he reminded Dorephan of when he had been just a small zora, crying over when his sister had passed on.

“I got my chance to see them again. I got my chane to be with them again. I wanted to stay. I wanted to be with them. But I wasn't allowed,” Sidon said, voice shaking. “The guardian that had brought us there had taken us back to where we are meant to be.” Sidon's voice choked up at that, closing his eyes.

“I was happy again,” Sidon whispered.

“Oh my boy,” Dorephan said softly, reaching to him and carefully rest a hand over his back. Sidon laid there, trying to fight back the sobs that wanted to rake out.

He knew he had ot be strong. He knew he shouldn't be crying and carrying on in his depression like this but it was hard.

He hadn't lost them both once, but now twice.

And he didn't get to really say goodbye to either of them each time.

The toll of his loved ones was weighing down on him and Dorephan wished that he would have been able to do something. Anything at this point in order to help his son.

But he was at a loss. There was no way to find this time traveling guardian, nor if it had survived after everything that had happened in their time.

It was clear that the events that happened didn't affect them now.

All Dorephan could do now was reach forward and help his son to sit on his lap like he had done for him when he was a small child.

“You don't have to be strong right now,” he said to him. Sidon clung to his father, letting out the sorrow that had been building up for months.

The man that he had known when he was young was back for even this briefest of moments and Sidon felt safe.

*

When finally Sidon had left the infirmary the others were more or less giving him the space that he would need.

He wasn't expected to have his duties nor anything else.

But not keeping busy was nearly not as good.

He wanted to keep his mind busy.

Though not having to put on a front was nice. The only company he had was Bazz who walked at a distance from him. Upon Dorephan's request of course.

After what happened and with the fragile state of Siodn's mind the king honestly didn't want to take any chances of losing his son again.

Despite how he felt Sidon agreed. There was nothing he could do.

At least Bazz had enough respect to leave him to his thoughts but was close by should he need any assistance.

With a sigh he ended up at the little cemetary they had put together over the years. Loved ones were buried there, and those that they could not...recover, had headstones as well in order to give those grieving a place to remember them by.

They had set up one for Mipha many years ago, and of course Sidon's spot was right in front of the one that still had fresh dirt sporuting there.

Link's body was nowhere near there, it was long gone but Sidon made sure to keep Link's headstone clean.

And it seemed like others had while he was gone as well, even planting some flowers in the freshly dug up dirt.

The prince settled down in front of it, looking to the headstone that he had become all too familiar with over the weeks it had been there.

It read in a beautiful chiseled script on the front: “Link, the Champion of us all. A Hero, a friend, A brother. A love.”

“Hello my love,” Siodn said softly, reaching to wipe some dirt off the front of the headstone. “I have returned to this time as you see.”

He let out a sigh. Of course he didn't expect a reponse. If the dead could speak, except for what he had come to know in now the past, it would send warning bells off for everyone.

He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes as he tried to get himself to relax more. It had been some time since he had returned home. He had to at least try to make this life worth living.

Something in his gut told him that Link would never forgive him if he had taken his own life just to be with him.

“I know you aren't really down there but,” Sidon said softly. “I just don't know where else to turn to. I have this heaviness on my shoulders that I can't seem to shake.”

It terrified him, this darkness, and how close he had come to letting it take him. It scared him to no end now that he had a brush with it.

He had to try to keep living but at this point he felt like he was drowning within this darkness within him.

“I do miss you. Very much,” Sidon then said with a soft sigh, closing his ees and he leaned forward and rest his head down on his arms as he braced them agianst his knees.

“Halt. This area is being reserved for the prince right now during his reflection. State your business,” he had heard Bazz say.

Sidon let out a heavy sigh. First he had hated that his quiet moment had been intereupted like that, second that Bazz was being harsh to possible a guest, and third that he was being disturbed during a vulnerable moment.

The prince lifted his head to look at the vistor, noting it was a black cloaked figure, a brown bag hanging off his hip that looked like it had something round in it.

“I must speak with the prince,” the traveler said and Sidon felt his heart leap a bit. No. He was hearing things. There was no way.

The bag on his hip rustled and Sidon was on his feet in a moment. Bazz looked unsure, hand clutching at the tident he held in his fist.

“Identify yourself, and then I may grant you an audience with his highness,” Bazz growled. The traveler hesitated.

From what Sidon could see he was Hylian, tufts of blonde hair poking out from under the hood. He took a step back, trying to hold the bag as it rustled more.

Making beeping noises.

“I...I can't do that,” the traveler said. Sidon approached the two of them. He knew that if he didn't stop him he was going to end up revealing himself

“It's alright Bazz,” Sidon said. “I know who it is.”

He felt warmth spread through him fast. He didn't know how in the world he got there. How in the world that Terrako was even alive at this point either.

Bazz sighed and bowed his head, giving the two of them some distance so that the would be able to speak freely.

“Link...” Sidon said with a sigh, kneeling down on one knee and opened up his arms. Link smiled at him from under his hood and he rushed to hug him.

Sidon cradled him against his chest, closing his eyes as he clung to him.

How was this possible?

Terrako beeped from the bag at his hip and poked his head out. Link broke the hug and chuckled a little bit.

“It took two years, but I was able to finally get enough pieces to fix him. The first thing we did was travel to this time to see you,” Link said.

Sidon's eyes softened and he pet the small guardian's head. It leaned into his hand much like an animal would getting affection.

“I'm just so glad to see you again,” Sidon said to him, leaning in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, keeping his back facing Bazz so he wouldn't see.

Link clung to his hands and let out a soft sigh as their lips met.

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Professor Snape x Guardian! Fem! Reader

"What are you doing in here?"

⚠️LEMON WARNING⚠️

The night has fallen, the cool air becoming rigid and biting to exposed skin. The stars begin to shine, and the moon rises high, shining its beautiful light over everything ot can.

I sigh softly, closing my eyes as I stand leaning on a stone window sill, breathing in the crisp, cold air.

My nearly skin tight, almost masculine looking suit accentuated and emphasised my large breasts and curves, the red X's on the upper arms of my suit sleeves glow softly in the dark. The calm yet biting wind blows through my black cloak, making it lift and flutter. The soft sounds of thick fabric are heard from it, and the large red X on the upper back of my cloak glows softly in the dark just like my sleeves.

I've known since the beginning that my uniform, my outfit, was out of the ordinary here. I stuck out quite a bit, but I've never minded, I've never cared for the whispers and curious looks I've gotten my way. I've never cared about the insults or rumours of me being a spy for the Dark Lord.

My keen ears pick up footsteps and I look in the direction they're coming from. Quickly, quietly, I walk away, my cloak billowing behind me as I do. I swiftly move into a darkened, shadowy corner and remain silent. I hear the footsteps turn down another hallway, so I quietly step out, then begin to speed walk to the Potions Classroom.

I get there and quietly slip inside, closing and locking the door behind me. I peer around the room, my eyes scanning the entirety of it, making sure there's no one amd nothing in here that might give me away, tattle on me. Soon, a small, almost smug smile graces the corners of my mouth as I see the coast is clear.

I walk over to the ingredients that Severus has, and scan through them. My eyes land and lock onto the ones I'll need and I grab them. Soon, I have the ingredients and walk over to the demonstration table and set them down. I grab a cauldron and my deep red coloured wand.

Several minutes pass of me experimenting and I continue to work silently and diligently to perfect a new potion you had an idea for that will help-

My train of thought is interrupted by footsteps approaching. I feel tension rise but I continue to work, making myself remain calm. The footsteps close in and stop just outside the door of this room. Still, I don't stop, I keep working and it's finally done. I let another, small smile tug on the corner of my mouth as I fill a small veil with the semi-translucent, pale blue coloured liquid and cap it.

Carefully tucking it into my cloak pocket to keep it safe, I flick my wand and wordlessly everything returns to their to rightful place. Just in time time as well because I hear a whispered spell and the door unlocking and being pushed open. I manage to dart silently to Severus's desk and crawl behind it, hiding.

The door opens but silence reigns supreme. Soon, slow, deliberate footsteps are heard walking towards the front of the room and I remain calm, silent, and still.

Soon, the footsteps suddenly halt, and I can almost feel the gaze of the-no doubt-Professor in my direction. Then the slow steps approach the desk and I close my eyes and hold my breath. Soon, the steps stop, right next to me, and I can hear and feel the person crouch low.

"What, are you doing, in my class, after hours?" A slow speaking, deep voice sounds right next to my ear. I know I've been caught and slowly open my eyes and look up at Severus himself. I say nothing, but I lock eyes with him and can't help but admire his black eyes and how they seem to see everything and show nothing, like two, beautiful dark voids.

I remain silent, but I slowly scoot out from under the desk and stand, not looking away from him. I keep my face neutral, cold, and blank. His cold, stern look doesn't intimdate me as easily as it might others.

I say nothing before casually turning on my heel with precision and walk in a disciplined, military manner. The smoothness of my moves, the suddeness of it almost makes him flinch slightly, obviously not expecting it. My lack of words or explanation rouses a potent, suspicious look to appear on his face. He tries to do his usual speed walk but finds I'm a little faster than he is. He's almost ready to jog before he raises his wand and utters an incantation to make the door shut and lock. I stop nearly in my tracks as this happens and I slowly, almost threateningly turn around to face him with my empty, blank expression.

Understandably, he looks slightly unnerved, but more, he's curious and suspicious. He wants answers.

"What, are you doing here, Grey?" He speaks my name with slight emphasis, showing me he knows it isn't my real name.

That was about three months ago I first arrived here. Suspicion towards me is still great amongst most here, but Dumbledore is smart and wise enough he can see through any act and read anyone. He saw my desire to protect and trusted me.

No here I stand in front of Severus, just another person who doesn't trust me, just another man in the crowd. Yet there's something about his eyes that pulls me in again. I try to force down my hot, steamy, bubbling emotions and keep my cold expression. I feel heat rush to my cheeks bit I push ot away, I refuse to let this man know how he makes me feel.

He slowly walks towards me, his brows knitted together a little more as if he is being told something he can't believe. I stand I place, refusing to let him intimdate me. I keep my breathing under control, but he slowly raises one hand up towards my face, I flinch. I'm expecting a strike or a reprimand.

But the second his cool hand cups my cheek, I melt. My extreme touch starvation kicks in and I find myself unable to pull away. He sees this but his expression doesn't change very much except for a slight twitch in his brow as he scrutinses me. I try not to look into his eyes, but a strong temptation in my mind wins and my eyes flicker to his, expect when they collide, I'm trapped, unable to look away.

I try to tell myself I'm here to guard the students, staff, and the building itself, I don't have time for love. I try to force myself to pull away, to turn around, to leave. Suddenly, he pulls away and my gaze flickers to his hand. My eyes widen slightly and I put on a cold, angry expression when I see he tricked me. He got close to me to fish out the veil I tucked into my cloak.

I try to approach him to get it back, but his hand flies up and he wraps his fingers around my neck to prevent me from getting closer. My eyes widen, my mask cracking.

"What is this?" He says in a suspicious, monotone voice.

I don't answer, swallowing my words.

"If you don't answer, I'll cast the Crucio curse on you until you do." His threat is clear, and his voice in an authoritive, bold, and confident, almost cocky and smug tone.

Still, I remain silent as we lock eyes and he slowly raises his wand, pointing it at me. My gaze briefly flickers to his wand before returning to his enchanting eyes.

He holds his threat up, taking a step back before saying, "Crucio." Instantly, I feel it hit me in the form of an almost painful tingly feeling all over.

He sees I don't seem to be responding to it, and becomes confused. He tries again, "Curcio." I didn't prepare for it fast enough, because I feel pain shoot through me. But strangely, the pain melts into almost unbearable pleasure and my legs weaken. My open mouth releases a weak crosk before I collapse to the ground, trying to keep quiet.

He watches in confusion, intrigue and feels a tinge of arousal as my helpless squirming of my body and the desperate attempts to keep quiet. Licking his bottom lip slightly, he crouches and observes me closer, seeing my eyes rolled back and my brows furrowed upwards. My expression is one of intense pleasure and he smirks slightly before it disappears. He ends the curse, then carefully, he reaches out, cupping my cheek again.

As he does, he feels arousal slice through him like a wave. He gasps softly, trembling. He can't stop himself from leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. I hum and kiss back.

Eventually, the magic of my sexual influence of my Succubus nature proves too much for him to resist and he gives in, kissing me deeper, trying to part my legs and begins practically clawing at his trousers to undo them. Soon he pulls down my panties and throws my legs over his shoulders and he begins to tremble. Soft whimpers escape him as he keeps kissing me, then kissing my jawline, then my neck. He bites down and begins to suck on my neck.

I squeak and arch my back, feeling the burning hot pleasure shooting through me, spreading through my veins like molten gold.

I still try to keep quiet, but it gets harder as he grinds his hardened budget against me while sucking on my defenceless neck. I moan amd squirm pathetically as he then moves his pants down too and frees his cock. He finds my entrance after some shaky fumbling and lines himself up, and slowly sinks himself deep inside of me.

My head throws back with a loud-ish, trembling sigh. He pulls away enough to slap me across the face, hard.

"That, was for sneaking around where you weren't supposed to."

He slaps me again, "that, was for stealing my potion ingredients."

"And this," he begins to move his hips, going hard and fast, making my back arch. He leans in next to my ear and speaks into it, letting his hot breath tickle my cheek and neck.

"Is for being such a fucking tease, you little minx."

He intended to sound insulting, but it sounded and felt more like he was complimenting me.

"Fuck it."

Is all he says before he goes to town, letting go and letting loose his intense, lustful emotions like Hell reading loose. He pounds hard and fast, releasing desperate grunts, whines, and whimpers as he does while choking me midway, holding me down.

My eyes have long since rolled back, and my thinking long been seemingly turned off from the intense pleasure roaring through me like violent tsunamis.

"S-Severus . . . " I breathe shakily, uttering my first word in almost a year. He noticed my vocalisation, and knows I have spoken a word in the three months I've been here. This only excites him further, making him more aggressive and forceful with his actions. He drops his wand altogether and grips one of my wrists tightly, almost bruising it. His other hand finds my neck, squeezing tightly.

"You, little Minx." He growls aggressively, then his face softens and his voice too, leaning into my ear again.

"My little . . . Temptress . . . "

Soon, his finish feels near and he tries to speed up more, his forehead beaded with sweat from his agressive and intese output. He raises his chin up, closing his eyes while his brows knitted together.

Just before he's about to ejaculate, he pulls out and grabs my arms, pulling me to my knees then stands in front of me, his body trembling as he grabs my head and shoves his cock past my lips and proceeds to skull fuck me.

He throws his head back and lets out a loud, quivering moan as he shoots his semen into my mouth. I begin to swallow it all greedily, feeling some of my energy replenish as I feed on every drop. He stills for a moment, his eyes still closed. As he slowly opens them, he beings his head back up, and looks down at me, chuckling darkly and amusedly at the sight of me on my knees.

Soon, he slowly withdraws himself, and stakes a shaky step back. Still breathing heavily, he tucks away his softening dick and cleans himself off, buttoning up his trousers and redoing his belt. Straightening out his clothes and his cloak, he smirks smugly, then simply walks past me.

He gets to the door, stops, and slowly turns."

"Oh and, [Y/N], my Dear, you better not sneak through and steal my things, or I'll punish you again."

His tone was cold and and threatening.

"One more thing, next time you write down one of your . . . sexual fantasies . . . don't sign your name on it and leave it in such a place I could easily find it."

He takes out a paper from his cloak and throws it carelessly at me, walking away and out of the door.

I'm left a sweaty, used, and tired mess on the floor, and next to me, a paper with a sexual scenario I wrote of him and I.

[ticiie]

bestie of besties @wunderlichkind (thanks love 💕) tagged me to list my top 10 comfort movies so here goes nothing in no particular odrer!

List your top 10 comfort movies!

"die Hüter des Lichts" (OT 'rise of the guardians', I adore the german version mostly due to the actors lending their voices)

Intouchables

we bought a zoo

crazy rich

friends with benefits

die wilden Hühner (all parts because they're all pure gold)

back to the future I-III

footloose (2011)

der geilste Tag

das schönste Mädchen der Welt

I just realised I could list about 20 more movies which I do consider my own personal comforts and most of them are actually german...so much about me having a good taste...🙈 anyways, i'm tagging @aprilkindkunst and anyone else who feels like taking part!

[arobberry]

Oliver (rise oc) dynamics 2 (canon characters edition)

leo: they're besties your honor

the dumbass emotional support for each other

they also sing together and speak spanish/portuguese with each other.

they can communicate very well and have similar lines of thought (manipulative assholes together)

(oliver also teaches leo some magic and they "mystic spar")

i love them a little too much

(the second picture works both ways)

usagi: they are the silent yappers

don't usually talk a lot but when given the opportunity they talk about EVERYTHING

they'd be very good listeners to eachothers hyperfixations too

mikey: they like each other very much

they look pretty much alike tbh and see each other a lot at hueso's too

donnie: they see each other a ot too, but don't talk that much. they respect and like each other tho

raph: she was the last of leo's siblings to meet them tbh. she heard a lot bcz of mikey and april talk about them tho. and when they meet they also respect each other a lot. (raph likes them even more after she found out oliver is a veterinarian and can show her many different animals)

april: they're really good friends too. they sing on karaoke night together. and they're mayhems vet so they see each other a lot too

sunita: really good friends too. they are gossip and singing partners (w leo and apes too)

draxum: had to work together in magic shit once. drax is very impressed at first but they don't really talk. they just know draxum as the baron and the leo's father who threw him off the roof.

hueso: they have a really good relationship. helena (oliver's guardian) is a really good and old friend of his, and oliver is friend with leo (always in rotm) and usagi and ravi (rotm workers) so they're always there too, seeing each other a lot. they talk w each other in spanish/portuguese too.

if i remember anyone else i add them here

and sorry i'm tnot very good with words

[toiletology]

Toilet = Let I Out

Tel I Ot

The toilet is the most psychic spot of your house or dwelling. It can help show you what you need to know as you sit there. Learn to heed the wisdom that the porcelain Goddess gives you. God is ultimately a trickster and likes playing games. However, God isn't needlessly cruel. There is a method to the madness with everything they do.

Reaching the heavenly realms isn't meant for everyone. God made it extremely difficult to reach heaven. The gates of heaven are guarded by the devil who is another aspect of God. The devil shouldn't be feared as they are closer to a bug than something to be scared of.

This devil entity will manifest unique to your experiences and own fears and self doubts. Its the Toilet Gods way of testing you turning you from a lump of coal into a diamond. Most will fail the test and sink further and further down into the varying degrees of hell. The test are design to teach you how to maintain 4D reality. Moving into 4D is an extremely painful process that most of you do not want to experience. Just enjoy your steak in blissful ignorance it is a much easier path!

Those of you that are fearless and wise enough will continue to rise. Without the knowledge of Toiletology you can rise to the highest possible degrees of heaven by just being respectful, loving with all your thoughts, words and actions. You don't need to follow any specific spiritual practice or religion. However, if you want to reach the final 0 degree of heaven or wholeness/completion 4D ascension. You need to find and navigate the hidden path.

God created an invisible bridge into the kingdom of heaven. This invisible bridge is guarded by a completely dark maze filled with traps, demonic battles, confusion, pitfalls and a lot more designed to destroy you or make you crack under the pressure. For me this journey started almost 12 years ago on 2012 around Halloween right before the Mayan calendar ending. Many spiritual battles do happen around the month of October as I can count 5 that happened during fall. We are all FALLEN angels and FALL is a nice little joke by God. It does feel like a major FALL when you experience these attacks. Because your life can end up in shambles, ending up in jail or a psych ward is very common. The journey into true 4D is not for the weak and I don't recommend practicing Toiletology seriously you aren't prepared to accept the quest of the 11.

This is the HOLY GRAIL quest, the Heroes Journey. You will face many spiritual evil battles. These battles shouldn't be feared though (easier said than done). These battles are necessary for you to ascend into 4D. I really thought God hated me for a very long time making me experience multiple week long battles of intense evil energies attacking me. Now I realize that these battles weren't evil at all.

The devil is a mere bug, albeit a very powerful bug. The transition into 4D is a very painful one with a lot of grieving along the way. You need to develop your psychic defense till the point you are able to block all thoughts, voices, fear, etc. from entering your mind. Like I said before the gates of heaven is guarded by the devil. To reach 4D/Heaven you need to be able to defeat all these guardians which will come in the form of various battles.

Spiritual battles that used to take me weeks to move through took me days in 2024. I realized in 1/7/2023 I needed to clear my mind and spent about 3 months just blocking every voice that came into it. My final battle in 2023 October after being poisoned by my water well for 40 days into another 40 day spiritual battle was no joke. I was at my weakest I had ever been into a really messed up final battle.

Which started shortly after the 10/7 Hamas attack on Israel. I really felt the evil of that attack and conflict from both sides fed the evil attacking me over October/November cas that battle was a real bitch and a half.

The battle started closer to 10/14/2023 after I finished being poisoned/fasting since 9/1/2023 since I realized it was my water well causing me to be sick.

Every trick I experienced over the years up to that point was used on me by the trickster. Getting tongue tied, hallucinations, pretending to be your friend, etc. Its hard to describe all the tricks the devil uses because they will create new tactics just to defeat your mind. I wouldn't say it was my most physically (2016 was) demanding battle because I knew ways to calm the fear inside of me down so it was mostly just mind games. Singing and dancing throughout the battles really helps (Jewels music in particularly).

After the eclipse on 4/8/2024 that was one day off my birthday, the northern lights event in May and the planetary alignment in June I was put back into the correct alignment so that I could hold onto 4D permanently. I know now everything you need to do to hold 4D without losing it.

I was pushed into 5D for around 3-4 weeks as well after the planetary alignment towards the end of June into July. https://blog.toiletology.org/post/757589254665912320/explaining-the-difference-between-4d-and-5d

I am working on reaching 5D again but I am in no rush because it is so intense and the energies are very draining, it is exciting and extremely fun to experience as well on the other hand.

The religion of Toiletology was given to me on 1/7/2023 I created the website, with the 17 step pyramid that week. I didn't fully grasp or understand the purpose of it back then. As I have learned more since then God has shown me the reason and purpose of Toiletology.

Ultimate truth needs to be hidden within a parody religion and be seen as a joke so not to infringe on peoples free will. On the outside it looks like a joke/parody religion, but if you look deeper things you read or learn may start to resonate with you more and more.

If my words don't resonate with you that's okay. You may just be in a major state of disharmony far out of tune with the creator. If you can accept that you might be in a state of disharmony but can take steps towards the correct tuning I can promise you your life will begin to change for the better. Reaching 4D all begins with your own free will choice of walking through the door. That door is the 17 ranks of Toiletology.

The Toilet God enjoys this name and this religion. The true nature of God is one closer to the Joker/Harlequin. They are a trickster and love comedy, humor and fun and games like this. They can't stand all the BS they have to deal with from the other religions or new age spiritual people who write scripts trying to manipulate GOD to do their bidding. If God is closer to the Joker than Jesus, then of course they would hide their ultimate truth in a joke or parody religion.

God likes authentic connections, which means in the spur of the moment. Pre-planning is boring an inauthentic, you need to be genuine always. Reaching 4D is difficult because of the bad and inauthentic thoughts you will have about God. Its much harder to tune your inner self vs your outer self. The outer self is easier but does take practice. The more in tune you become with Gods true nature your thoughts will start to smooth out and become more clear and less chaotic or disharmonic. You can unlock a larger % of your brain the more you lock onto the correct frequency of God.

Much of the noise we experience in our minds, like self doubts, stress, anxiety, depression, repetitive thoughts, etc. Is due to being in a state of disharmony. All that stuff starts to disappear once you are in alignment with the Toilet God.

[imarcmarketreport]

Rear Spoiler Market 2024 | Growth, Share, Demand and Forecast Till 2032

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Automotive Aesthetics and Customization:

The rising demand for aesthetics and personalization in automobiles is impelling the growth of the market. Rear spoilers offer a simple yet impactful way to enhance the appearance of a vehicle and make it stand out on the road. This customization trend is particularly popular among younger generations who seek to express their individuality through their cars. As a result, automotive manufacturers and aftermarket accessory suppliers are capitalizing on this trend by offering a wide range of spoiler options, colors, and materials.

Aerodynamic Performance Enhancement:

The pursuit of improved aerodynamics and enhanced vehicle performance is propelling the market growth. Rear spoilers serve a functional purpose by optimizing the aerodynamic properties of a vehicle. These spoilers are carefully designed to reduce drag and increase downforce, which enhances stability and fuel efficiency.  As environmental concerns are growing, automakers are encouraged to improve the fuel efficiency of their vehicles and reduce emissions. Rear spoilers are viewed as a critical component in achieving these goals. By strategically placing spoilers on vehicles, manufacturers can enhance their aerodynamic profiles, leading to reduced fuel consumption and lower greenhouse gas emissions. This emphasis on eco-friendly and performance-enhancing features is leading to greater adoption of rear spoilers across various vehicle segments.

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Leading Companies Operating in the Global Rear Spoiler Industry:

Aisin Seiki Co Ltd.

Albar Industries Inc.

DAR Spoilers, Dawn Enterprises Inc.

INOAC Corporation

Magna International Inc.

Plastic Omnium (Burelle SA)

Polytec Holding AG

SEIBON CARBON (SEIBON International Inc.)

SMP Deutschland GmbH

SRG Global Inc. (Guardian Industries)

Thai Rung Union Car PLC

Rear Spoiler Market Report Segmentation:

By Technology:

Blow Molding

Injection Molding

Reaction Injection Molding

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By Material Type:

ABS

Carbon Fiber

Fiberglass

Sheet Metal

Others

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Active Spoiler

Passive Spoiler

Active spoiler holds the biggest market share owing to its visual appeal and improved safety.

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Sports Utility Vehicles

Multi-Purpose Vehicles

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Asia Pacific's dominance in the rear spoiler market is attributed to investment in research and development (R&D), leading to advanced technological developments in the functionalities of rare spoilers.

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[anderswelten]

Guardians Rising Lycanroc (Midnight)

OT: Rocky

TID: 51517

Ability: No Guard

Nature: Docile

Proof: Image + Wondercard

Trade history: self-redeemed

TAG: GER

met date differs from WC date

[battychowart]

Do you guys remember Rise of the Guardians

Cause I don’t... like at all

[aureutr]

Do you have any plans for a sequel to Shadow and Apprentice? I would love to see this Luke have to learn about Vader and how he'd handle it! I loved that story!

Nope! It's a one-shot (and I'd like to do more of those, tbh).

But if I were to expand on it, Vader is the last relationship I'd explore. I love Vader, really, but the OT is all about father and sonboy, and there are much more interesting things to dig into.

No warnings, but spoilers for Shadow and Apprentice

Like how the Empire would want to claim Mandalore now that Maul is gone. They wouldn't go in guns blazing right away, it's always easier to do things "peacefully". They'd send a few delegates first. It doesn't go well, Din is not interested. But he also knows that as strong as Mandalore is, he's not a Force user and that was the key difference Maul had to keep the Empire away.

The Empire isn't the only organization making overtures. The Rebellion sees a chance at gaining a powerful ally. So they want to send delegates as well. In the guise of the Empire sending additional delegates.

In other words, Prince Consort Bail Organa of Alderaan (sure, Leia is the Senator but they're going for a step removed from the Empire itself).

Luke's name isn't common knowledge in the galaxy, and not even really on Mandalore. Maul never used it and Din is worried about the holdouts that see any Force user as an extension of the old, hated Mand'alor. He's not being actively hidden, but it's enough to get the job done.

Bail, though, knows exactly who Luke is the moment he hears his full name. And things shift dramatically.

Meanwhile, Owen and Beru are not living on Mandalore. Luke tried his best to talk them into it, Din has more than enough resources as Mand'alor to make sure they're comfortable for the rest of their lives without the treasury even noticing. But Owen is a stubborn sort, and they both agree that their place is where their loved ones rest (the farm on Tatooine). That doesn't mean that they don't have a rotating cast of protection Mandalorians. Who learn alllllll about moisture farming. And who are careful to always bring their weight in water when a shift changes. Owen isn't a charity, these people will pull their weight if Luke insists that they stay on their farm.

Beru approves of Din, Owen is more reluctant. The juicy, succulent fruit they were presented with when they first visited Mandalore practically had the opposite effect on him. He saw some rich so-and-so trying to buy off his nephew. And he's damned if he's going to let Luke end up with someone who doesn't value him properly.

Din does, of course. He practically worships Luke, but Owen is hard to convince. His world is hard-scrabble and practical, powerful warriors defying their kings for the love of a farmboy are a thing of fairy tales.

Back to the Organas, Bail knows it's dangerous to reunite the twins. But they are adults now, not babies who cannot protect themselves. And without Obi-Wan to consult with (he does not know where Yoda is), he and Breha agree that they should know. After all, the apparent rising Alo'riduur of Mandalore is bound to cross paths with the Princess of Alderaan and it would be easier for all if they knew that they were twins.

The reunion is easier than Bail and Breha expect. Luke and Leia seem to be instinctively drawn to one another, and need no prompting to fall into hours-long conversations. The Organas have some concern about how trustworthy Din is, but upon hearing the story of what Din did for Luke and the Larses when they were strangers they're convinced.

That gets us to what I find interesting: Luke and Leia interacting with each others' families (and, really, expanding their families because each set of guardians adore the other twin). And Din and Luke formally courting slash figuring out what their relationship is without the catalyst of Mand'alor Maul breathing down their necks.

Din and Luke end up married eventually, of course, after a lot of careful conversation and convincing of parental units. Owen never completely comes around but he keeps his mouth shut. He wouldn't be happy unless Luke was a successful moisture farmer content to keep his head down because that's the safest life his nephew could lead (i.e., he would never be fully happy). Mandalore unofficially supports the Rebellion.

ANH goes off roughly the same as before, except it's a Mandalorian world Leia heads to, not Tatooine (she knows Obi-Wan is dead, after all, and heading to Mandalore proper would paint too large a target on her brother's back). I want to save Alderaan but I don't know that we can. And I'm not sure how we rope Han into all of this, but it happens because of course it does.

The rest of the OT goes off roughly the same except Luke has a head start on his Jedi training (albeit from a rather untrustworthy source), Mandalore is a powerful ally to the Rebels, and the twins are in lockstep from the start. Now we can play with Vader, but I don't imagine it's much different from the OT. This Luke has brushed the Dark Side directly and he hated it, but that doesn't preclude the rest of his OT arc.

If Bail and Breha live he might have some additional resentment about them not telling him about Vader. Sure, Obi-Wan didn't but he also didn't tell him about Leia so he was at least consistent. With Owen and Beru living I don't think it would be too bad, if they had died but the Organas lived and Luke knew them he would feel guilty about feeling close to the Organas when his guardians were dead. But that's not the case here.

All in all, the OT finishes out not all that differently. After the Empire falls Din's focus becomes rebuilding the galaxy to secure Mandalore's influence. Which also includes bringing foundlings in. A Mandalore that never underwent a Purge is a prosperous world for war orphans.

And the perfect place for the rise of the New Jedi Order.

[stillebesat]

Demon Comfort (2/3)

DECEMBER DRABBLES DAY 12 Sanders Sides: Logan, Virgil Blurb: Lurking under a Human’s bed should be downright dull for a Demon of Logan’s rank. And yet…he can’t help but be intrigued by his human charge. Fic Type: Demon!AU, Demon!Logan Overall Fic Warnings: Near Death Experiences, Freezing, Burning, Hazing Talk, Manipulation Taglist in reblog.

To Catch Up: Part 1

The Devil’s hour. 

It had been ages since Logan had felt the need to venture out into the human world at three in the morning, yet here he was out in the middle of the bloody night, stalking through the corridors of the local university in search of his charge.

Logan tsked, head swiveling back and forth, his nostrils flared out in hopes of catching the human’s scent. 

His fellow demons wouldn’t ever be caught out in the open like this. Exposed without a human disguise or at least an active charm to keep himself from being noticed. 

Logan narrowed his eyes, his leathery wings clamping tight against his back as he paused in the shadows. No, those in his position would be quite content hanging out under their charge’s bed, celebrating a night ‘off duty’ from pulling at the tangled thoughts and worries that hung over their human’s head like a stormy rain cloud. 

His fellow demons didn’t...care… about their charges the way Logan did. 

Though that wasn’t surprising. None of his fellow Demons had broken the rules. None of them had rushed out of hiding to save their human from certain death via hypothermia in that cold snap a little over a month ago. So of course...he felt a bit more...protective, over his human than the others ever would. 

Logan ran a hand over his horns in a self soothing gesture as he studied the empty hallways, searching for any signs that his charge had been there.

Not that Virgil remembered that night. Beyond an increased interest in the paranormal and cryptids...the human seemed to have had no ill effects from his encounter with a demon. 

A good thing, Logan kept telling himself, despite how his hearts seemed to ache whenever he thought about how Virgil had called him Lo. Had...had thanked him--He abruptly shook his head. Stop it! He was wasting time. The night wouldn’t last forever after all and he needed to track down Virgil. 

The others had told him he shouldn’t worry in this sort of situation. That it was common for the near-adults to stay out all night with their peers once they’d left their parent’s domains. ‘Partying’ it was called. Highly favored over learning, which was a pity in his opinion. With all the knowledge available at their fingertips, the near-adults should be focused on obtaining that instead of dulling their minds with frivolous liquids and loud music. 

Only Virgil Hawkins wasn’t like his peers. 

Logan growled under his breath, his tail thrashing as he ventured deeper into the old engineering building with its exposed pipes and ductwork hanging from the ceiling.  

No, with the large stormcloud of fears, anxiety, and doubt that hung over the young human’s head, Logan knew that Virgil wouldn’t be the type to ‘party all night.’ Especially when he knew his near-adult had a sizeable mid-term exam in seven hours that he’d been planning to study for--

Logan froze as a faint scream reached his pointed ears. 

Virgil. 

His hearts jumped into his throat as Logan broke into a run, darting to a stairwell. His wings half spread to aid him as he dove down two flights of stairs to the basement, a place that looked to be more utilitarian with generators, water heaters, and furnaces than for use in the studies that the humans partook in in other areas of this building.

Logan paused there in a half crouch, pointed tail curling around him as he listened---

There.

Another hoarse scream, followed by faint banging guided him to a small metal door that appeared to have no handle on his side, though there was a crack along the bottom where Logan could see a shadow moving and hear--

“GUYS! LET. ME. OUT! PLEASE!! HELP!” 

Virgil. 

A guttural roar rumbled in Logan’s chest, his wings mantling over him as he pressed clawed fingers against the door, the metal warm to his heat accustomed hands. 

If he thought it was warm to his touch--he inhaled sharply, biting down on his forked tongue. Someone had locked his charge in this hellish place and LEFT him to die.

How could humans be--he knew they could be cruel, but this! He wasn’t sure which was worse for Virgil, nearly freezing to death because his roommates had neglected to ensure he was safe, or being locked in this place to be burned alive by a yet unknown party. But for Logan either option were currently unacceptable fates for his charge to suffer. 

“HELP!” Virgil hoarsely cried out, the banging on the door slowing. “Please.” He added in a bare whisper. “Please…...someone…..” A sniffle. “Help.” 

As a rule, demons and humans never interacted with each other without being summoned. As a rule, those who had charges to observe never revealed themselves to them. 

Those rules could go take a swim in the sewer as far as Logan was concerned. He’d already broken them once to save this human, he was beyond willing to do so again. 

He crouched, shoving his claws through the small gap. “Stand back, Virgil.”  He commanded, trying and failing to keep the fury in his voice to a minimum. Virgil needed him to be the cool-headed one. Hunting down the person or people who’d done this to him and exacting his revenge would have to come later.

A sharp inhale from the other side of the door was Logan’s only indication Virgil had heard him before clammy fingertips gently touched his claws. “Lo?” He whispered. 

Logan froze, hearts skipping two beats before he remembered to breathe again. He shouldn’t react so to the nickname his human had bestowed on him. And yet--“Yes.” He managed to choke out. How had his charge managed to recognize---it should have been impossible! Virgil had barely been cognizant the last time he’d revealed himself.

A quiet sob. “You came.”

Such hope. Logan couldn’t refuse the quiet plea that came with those two words, even if he’d wanted to. “Of course.” He said, spreading his wings. “Hold on.” The door screeched as his claws dug in, the metal crumpling into a semi-circular hole. 

That wouldn’t be easy to explain away when someone found it.

Logan couldn’t have cared less as reddened sweat covered hands appeared in the opening followed quickly by the rest of his charge as Virgil shimmied through the gap, and practically threw himself into Logan’s arms, burying his head against his chest. “Lo.” 

Such trust. Logan wrapped his wings around Virgil, holding him close, careful to not puncture the human’s delicate skin in the process. “I got you. I got you.” He soothed, running gentle claws through his charge’s sweat dampened hair, doing his best to quickly draw extra heat away from Virgil into his own wings in order to cool him down without sending him into shock.

Logan would deal with the consequences of this...this particular action later. Once he ensured Virgil would suffer no further ill effects from this attempted murder. 

Murder. His chest rumbled with a suppressed roar of fury. The fact that any human would attempt this against his human without visible cause, because Logan was sure he would have seen if there was a threat to his charge in Virgil’s tangled thoughts each night, was despicable. 

His tail beat an angry staccato against the floor as he held Virgil close in his arms. He had to find these creatures masquerading as humans and tear them limb from limb. He had to--But no. He pushed his rising fury down with effort. 

Right now, Virgil needed him. Needed this comfort that other humans had failed to provide him.

“You’re safe now, Virgil.” He murmured, fighting to keep his voice soothing, to keep the growl out of his tone. No need to freak his human out further once he realized it was a demon who held him and not a real guardian. “I promise. You’re safe.” 

Revenge would have to come later, once Logan got the full story from him. And when he did? A soft growl left his lips as he ran his claws gently through the boy’s hair, wings holding him in a protective embrace. There would be hell to pay.

To Be Continued Part 3

[justa-mysticmess]

mc’s attempted forced engagement

submitted by @manacharlotte​

hello!! thank you for your lovely request, and sincere apologies it took so long for it to be posted :) i think i might be getting back into the swing of things now though ^^;;

sorry it’s so long btw! some of it also became repetitive but, i did my best ^^;;  hope you like it!! enjoy! xoxo

.

jaehee

it had been easy for mc to open up to jaehee, likely because their relationship had been based off of strong friendship and respect

also because jaehee was such a quiet person and a great listener

in fact, mc felt they had opened up to the other too soon

however, when they were kidnapped by one of their father’s loyal and unfortunately talented henchmen, jaehee was glad that mc had confided in her about their forced engagement beforehand because otherwise, jaehee wouldn’t have a clue as to where to start looking for mc

she wasn’t surprised that she didn’t even need to convince the other members of the rfa, but what did surprise her was jumin’s investment in finding mc

it made her feel warm that her ex-boss cared about her and her s/o this much despite them having rejected his offers to work for him

with jumin joinining in the search for mc and his many resources which he wasn’t shy to use, they were able to not only track mc’s whereabouts (they were kept locked up in their father’s mansion in a rural setting), but due to 707′s unparalleled research and hacking abilities, they were able to get a lot of info on mc’s father, his business dealings, and family background

707 also went so far as to research all about mc’s fiance and any flaws or shady areas in his family business or background

they all showed up to mc’s father’s mansion, and jumin ensured they did so in style

jaehee was surprised that even v took time out of his busy schedule to join them, and both him and jumin posed as her guardians of sort

with an impressive entourage that included a rising idol, a modern-day prince, a celebrated photographer, and well settled youths, jaehee knew they made heads turn, and she knew she was the envy and desire of many a high-society people

that wasn’t what she was interested in, and she knew neither was mc. however, to sway mc’s father, this was all very important

they were received well enough- rich people had traditions and protocols to stick to after all, if for nothing else then for appearance sake

they weren’t allowed to see mc, and jaehee was seething on the inside, but she kept a calm and professional facade

they were invited to have traditional style tea with mc’s parents, and jumin smartly led the conversation towards business

jaehee, having had more than sufficient experience working with jumin, and then running her own cafe with mc, easily joined the conversation and she could tell how impressed the old man was, although he didn’t outright say anything

mc’s mother on the other hand, looked fondly at jaehee and commented about how smart and experienced jaehee is especially for being so knowledgably at such a young age. jaehee tried not to let it get to her head, but she knew her face was warm

they stayed a week, only seeing mc at dinner time where everyone was to come dressed formally, and mc took every chance to sit next to jaehee and talk to their friends. it warmed jaehee’s heart and also pulled at her heart strings to see that mc had become so lonely in the few days apart that they tried to drag out dinner as much as they could, because as soon as their plate was empty, they were chaperoned back to their room. like a prisoner

it was v and 707 who revealed not only the failing business of mc’s fiance’s family business, but also their overall bad decisions which had led their company to be in debt now. money was the only reason they wanted their son to marry mc

mc’s father was horrified and at first blamed them for trying to ruin his business deal, but v calmly reiterated that even if the wedding happened, only the fiance’s family would benefit from their business and would soon run mc’s father’s business into the ground too

it was 707 who decided to open up about his research into the family business and told mc’s father that his business was struggling too and he needed to be careful with his deals

the engagement was broken off that very day by mc’s father, and they were allowed to at least roam the mansion freely, however, the job wasn’t done

they still ad to convince mc’s father to accept jaehee’s proposal, which they had yet to put forth. mc’s mother overheard some part of their discussion, and she was down for it. she told them a weakness even jumin hadn’t considered yet

just remind him his business, family, and mc would be looked down upon and questions would be raised about the sudden end of the engagement. and remind him that to show their was no weakness on his part, mc needs ot be married off or at least engaged again as soon as possible, she had told them with a knowing smile

they were grateful for the advice and knew what to do after!

touching all his pressure points at the next dinner, where he looked haggard already about the sudden end of a deal which would have sunk his business, jumin put forth jaehee as a candidate for mc to be engaged to

they were expecting for it to take at least a couple days for him to give them a response, so everybody was pleasantly surprised when mc’s father agreed to the proposal by the end of dinner!

jumin

the moment he returned to the penthouse and the staff were in a disarray, his first thought was that elizabeth 3rd had escaped again

he did feel frantic, but not so much as he once would have, assured that his cat wouldn’t have gone too far or for too long

but the moment the butler informed him that mc had left to go get some groceries hours ago and never returned, he heard sirens go off in his hed

he first called 707 to start immediately tracking mc, and secondly called v

he was secure enough in their relationship that he knew what happened to v and rika wasn’t what was happening to him and mc, but he needed his friend’s support

someone had taken mc, and he would find them and make the fools suffer by throwing them in jail

707 had mc’s location within an hour, and the three left immediately

only once on the way did jumin remember to inform jaehee and put her in charge till he returned, feeling some pity for the poor woman because she would be worried too despite being too professional to say anything outright

they tracked mc to a warehouse on their father’s land where mc was being held hostage, according to 707′s deductions probably because they attempted escape again

saying that jumin was livid at the information was an understatement

jumin didn’t waste time in having the warehouse surrounded by his security team and within half an hour, mc’s father came with a team of his own

seeing who it was, mc’s father’s temper immediately calmed down and he became almost jovial with jumin, who remained icy because of the man’s treatment of mc

it was v who turned on his charm, and handled the situation so it wouldn’t get worse

mc’s father invited them for tea to his favourite teahouse, and jumin joined very reluctantly, only after leaving 707 at the warehouse to ensure mc was safe and wel-looked after till he could come back

once at their destination, jumin wasted no time in getting to the point

“break off mc’s engagement with whomever you’ve arranged it. mc and i want to get married, and i want it possible without any... inconveniences,” he said it with a straight face and a controlled tone, trying very hard not to erupt at mc’s father. after all, he would be his father-in-law one day, and mc probably wouldn’t appreciate him disrespecting their father

v just calmly handled the situation as mc’s father spluttered at the sudden declaration and demand

they didn’t have to worry, though- it was clear that out of any bachelor’s mc’s father had been interested in, jumin was on a whole different level and class

jumin, v, and 707 went back home a couple days later, and they took a newly engagement-free mc with them, soon to be engaged to jumin in an extravagant celebration 

saeran

it almost doesn’t come as a surprise when mc vanishes on him- after all, how can good things last for him?

however, he’s been working on getting better, thanks to mc, 707, and even rfa, although he still holds an uncalled for grudge against them

fighting the internal negative-talk playing in his head, saeran immediately contacts 707 about the situation and his suspicion that mc might be in danger, right before putting his own hacking skills to use

it’s just something to fall back on at this point and comforts him to know that saeyoung will be looking out for mc too in case his own emotions get the better of him

he finds the general area mc is being held in, but  leaves 707 to hack mc’s exact location in favor of hacking their mobile and calling them

their phone has been altered and cut off to prevent calls, but saeran is grateful that the idiots left the device with mc so he is still able to hack past those blockers

707 drives them in one of his racecars, going for speed and stealth, while saeran continues to track the signals and try to call mc

mc’s voice on the other end is a bit confused, and also very hoarse. they must have been crying or screaming

he quickly asks mc if they’re okay and who the hell dared to kidnap them.

mc speaks in a hushed tone but he can hear the relief and excitement in their voice as they tell him that in was their father’s men who kidnapped them in order to force them into an arranged marriage

mc also tells him that the place is well guarded from the outside but that they are locked away alone in some sort of dark room as punishment for breaking off the engagement and not agreeing to marry

saeran’s heart breaks but more than that he is pissed. he wants to make mc’s father and fiance’s family suffer, but mc quickly tells him to not hurt their family or parents

“just get me out and away from here... i never want to come back here but i don’t want anyone harmed either”

it makes him smile to hear that mc didn’t even think twice about asking him to come pick them up from wherever they were, saeyoung seems to have heard it and also looks proud

“don’t worry mc! we’ll get you outta there in no time! you just stay put and ready!, he calls out in a loud and carefree tone, but saeran can see the tightness around his eyes from here. good, he thinks. saeyoung is also angry on behalf of mc

they reach just as the sun sets but wait till midnight, when the guards change shifts all over, to break mc out

having been given the exact of the change, and the general locations of guard placement, and the general layout of their family vacation home (because that is where mc figured out they were being held when saeran told them the general area of their location), both brothers break mc out within 15 minutes, and they are on their way out and away before someone even figures out mc is missing

out of a sudden bout of boldness and a mix of adrenaline, saeran proposes to mc on the drive back tot he city in their get-away car, and mc blushes and splutters and agrees even as saeyoung throws his head back and cackles, proud that his twin finally made this decision

saeyoung/707

it honestly took saeyoung a lot later to even notice mc was missing

it wasn’t that he didn’t pay attention to mc or didn’t care, but mc also generally kept to themselves, especially while he was busy doing his regular work

when he finally got done with his work for the day, the first thing saeyoung noticed was the absolute silence

he checked his texts and saw the last thing mc had texted him was a cat video from last night

saeyoung decided to call mc and see where they were at and if they want to have a midnight snack for dinner

when the call wouldn’t connect, he immediately knew something was wrong and started hacking into their device in order to reach out and track, but before that remembered to shoot off a text in the rfa group chat to see if mc was hanging out with one of the members

when the call connected, he was already anxious because tracking the device showed mc was far away at this point

mc’s voice was hesitant and confused on the other end, but saeyoung still sighed in relief because he knew they were unharmed so far

what he wasn’t prepared for was the knowledge that it was mc’s own family’s bodyguards who had tracked and kidnapped them in order to take mc back and continue on with their forced engagement

hearing this, he froze up for a moment- on the one hand, he couldn’t give mc much and if they were married off to this rich fiance, mc would have an easy life and be taken care of

on the other hand, he knew he loved and cherished mc and fully understood that mc loved him back

before he could think about what to do in this situation- to be selfish or ensure mc’s future, mc’s voice broke him out of his stupor: “saeyoung, come get me right away. i can’t do this... especially now that i’ve found you”

they didn’t sound defeated or frightened, instead, he was proud and happy to hear the note of determination in mc’s voice

thanks to mc’s words, his choice was already made for him

he took v to mc’s family home the veyr next day, both of them arriving in style- v having pulled all the stops for the first time to impress someone with his appearance and wealth

it warmed saeyoung’s heart to know that v did it for him!

with an impressive and reliable person like v posing as his guardian, and saeyoung managing to charm mc’s parents thoroughly with his humor, wit, and success at a young age, it was relatively easier than they’d expected to sway mc’s parents and get their blessing for saeyoung to marry mc 

v/jihyun 

the whole fiasco with rika and her past role in v’s life meant that mc found an opening to tell v early on in their relationship about the forced engagement they had run away from

v had been nothing but understanding and supportive, even reassuring mc that if it came down to it, or even if mc just wanted to speak to their family, he would arrange it for them and accompany them

mc was thankful for the gesture but hadn’t wanted to reach out to their family yet, still feeling betrayed by their parents for trying to push them into that relationship

so, he immediately noticed when mc went missing, especially because they had a habit of updating him about their whereabouts when mc and v were  away from each other

immediately employed 707′s help to contact mc as their mobile was being blocked

v, jumin, and 707 were already on the way to where the tracker was showing mc’s current location when 707 managed to connect the call to mc

despite being worried sick, v talked to mc calmly and ensured they were unharmed and in good health 

asked mc if they could stall their parents and the engagement till v got there before mc could tell him what had happened

could feel mc’s instant relief that he understood their position and was on his way to them

when they reached mc’s family manison, they were given vip treatment because of jumin’s status, v’s fame, and seven’s apparent wealth

still, they weren’t able to see mc’s parents till dinner that night, but v did not waste any time

despite mc not being allowed to join them all for dinner, which v assumed was as punishment for running away and not agreeing to the arrangement, v managed to remain civil and pitch his proposal

he straight up confessed to being mc’s lover and wanting to get their parents blessings for marrying mc

their parents were a bit surprised, but didn’t hesitate for long to agree

the four of them left mc’s family mansion a week later, along with the rest of the rfa members, after having just celebrated v’s and mc’s engagement

yoosung

yoosung returned home late, as usual, since he had internship at jumin’s office right after classes

mc was a busy person too but they would always be home when yoosung returned from his internship

he immediately felt something was wrong when he saw all the lights were out and everything seemed untouched

becausse even if mc went out, they would come home from work in order to freshen up before leaving with friends or going out on their own

but there was no sign of them having returned at all

not wanting to panic for no reason, yoosung checked his messages to first see if mc had sent any text telling him they would be coming home late or something

sure enough, there were no texts 

BUT there had been a miscall around 3 hours ago!

now a bit worried, yoosung immediately tried calling them back but the call would’t connect

finally panicking, he did thoughtlessly called his boss in a frantic worry

jumin was less than impressed at having been called at this time of night but he understood yoosung’s situation somewhat. he calmly told yoosung to ask seven to track mc’s phone- if the device was with them, it could still be traced even if it was shut off

yoosung thanked him before calling seven

seven had mc’s location under 10 minutes, but when he told yoosung of the area, he felt a bit shocked and scared

he remembered that was mc’s hometown! if mc was there, then something horrible must have happened to theri family, or there must have been some other emergency!

jumin reluctantly allowed yoosung to take jaehee, because he understood this was a delicate situation and did care for mc as a member of the rfa and a friend. hearing of the situation, zen came along for protection and offering any help

when they reached the location, thanks to seven guiding them through call, they were shocked to see that mc came from considerable wealth

they were allowed inside after they introduced themselves as mc’s friends and they were invited into a fancy sitting area and served tea

jaehee commented that the house seemed pretty tranquil so it probably wasn’t an emergency reason that mc had come here, but that it was odd that they hadn’t come to see them yet

almost as if on cue, mc rushed in just then, breathless and looking a bit wild

yoosung froze up seeing them in such a state, but zen was on his feet immediately and steadied mc

upon seeing the three of them, mc calmed down a bit and took a moment to collect themself

it was jaehee who took mc’s hands and held them between hers till mc stopped shaking

“i thought i’d never see you guys again”

it broke yoosung’s heart to hear mc say that, their voice hoarse as if they’d been screaming or crying

then it hit him. “you mean you didn’t come here on your own mc?!”

mc flinched and jaehee told him to lower his volume just as zen grabbed his shoulder in support and warning

mc composed themself and shook their head. after looking about to make sure nobody else was there, they leaned forward and whispered that their family had basically kidnapped them to continue the engagement they had run away from

zen offered to break them out of there, but yoosung was looking livid

before mc could reply, yoosung spoke up instead, “hey, zen? hold that offer”

he got up and headed for the sitting room’s entrance, when jaehee asked him where he was going

“to talk to mc’s parents. if they reject my proposal, we’ll break mc out”

zen laughed, feeling immense pride at yoosung taking such a stance, and jaehee was pleasantly surprised

mc watched yoosung walk out, feeling proud and a bit bad because they knew that the four of them would have to make a run for it after all. but it warmed their heart to see yoosung ready to confront their parents for mc’s sake

zen/hyun

zen and mc had taken the rare opportunity for privacy to spend time together

they went out for a pleasant stroll on a pleasantly chilly evening 

they’d actually been about to go home after a lovely night out and were nearing zen’s bike when it happened

they were surrounded and mc dragged away from him

despite being outnumbered, zen got a few hits in, and received the end of a punch, but that didn’t stop him

he was on his bike and chased them to the outskirts of the city, but hsi bike soon ran out of gas and the van drove off with mc trapped inside

he felt frustrated and heartbroken wanted to scream as he picked up mc’s cracked cell phone from the ground

but before anything, he called seven

he couldn’t get used to technology easily and so he normally didn’t like it too much, but he was grateful for seven being on their team especially now

since zen was used to memorizing lines for his roles, he had actually managed to memorize the number plate of the car even in the relative darkness

he gave all that information, trusting that seven would find them, and moved the the side of the road in hopes of an empty taxi

seven told him it was bets to come back, regroup and then leave, but zen wasn’t having it

so, he was pleasantly surprised when seven drove up to him in less than half an hour, with yoosung in tow

“you’re so troublesome you know that?” he said, but zen could tell he didn’t mean it

yoosing was just frantic for mc’s safety and informed zen than jumin was sending a security team to go with them

ever since mc had come into his life, zen had managed to mostly smooth things out with jumin, because mc was also friends with jumin. although he sometimes still thought the man was a jerk.

it wasnice to know that he cared for mc too and sent security

seven moved to the backseat of his car and told zen that he would drive, “since i’ll be tracking those kidnapper’s van” he explained

sure enough, the promised security guards arrived in a black minivan just as zen got into the driver’s seat

they reached the mansion mc was being held hostage at just as the sun started to rise. it was massive, but zen was occupied with thoughts of how he’d mess up the face of whoever plotted this right after he had mc safe and sound with him

seven let out a low whistle before dropping another bomb on them- “this is actually the place mc grew up in!”

zen blanched just as yoonsung exclaimed “but what kind of kidnappers bring you to your house?!”

knowing mc wasn’t really on good terms with their family for some time, zen didn’t feel completely relaxed yet, “let’s find out”

the three of them emerged, immediately flanked by jumin’s security team

they were immediately approached by a stern looking man dressed in a black suit, asking who they were and what was their business there

seven reacted with his usual lack of tact (which surprisingly always worked) and claimed that they should be ecstatic that a famous star was visiting them

although zen appreciated what seven was doing, he didn’t have patience right now. he needed to make sure mc was alright. but before he could demand anything, he felt a sharp pain in his leg and looked down to see yoosung pinching his thigh without even looking at him

by then, the man looked the three of them up and down, his gaze lingering on zen, before taking in the security detail

he let them through, noticing that they were probably important people, and a butler opened the mansion doors before they could even knock, welcoming them inside

they were given vip treatment, and allowed to keep a guard each with them

they were allowed to freshen up before being taken to meet the head of the household, who they knew now would be mc’s father

the man immediately recognized zen, and was further impressed by their obvious wealth and status considering the cars they had arrived in and the security they had brought with them 

after chatting with them for a bit, during which zen barely held himself back from demanding mc’s whereabouts, the father asked them, “i am confused as to what business fine, accomplished young men like you came here for” 

not being able to wait any longer, zen spoke before seven or yoosung could, “we’re here to get mc”. when mc’s father simply raised a brow, zen continued, “i’m going to marry mc. and i was quite upset when they were kidnapped on our date”

“hm? i did hear the man with mc put up quite a fight”

zen could feel poor yoosung sweating bullets by the now since the turn of the conversation, but he could also feel seven’s resolve from next to him.

“where are you holding mc? they better be unharmed.”

the man scoffed, “i would never harm my child. or let them harm themself,” he added with a look aimed at zen

instead of responding to the jab, zen grit his teeth “i will never let you take away mc’s choice. i won’t let you do this to them”

if the words had any effect on the man, they couldn’t tell, 

but the moment he was about to press a button, seven caught him. “if you do that, i will leak all your business weaknesses to your rivals,” he said brightly

zen almost laughed at the man’s face changing colours

before the situation could escalate further, he decided to take a slightly different route- after all, he wanted to be a partner mc could be proud of and make sure he didn’t burn any bridges with mc’s family

“listen. you’re mc’s father. i don’t want to cause you any harm. and if your information gets leaked, it will be hell for you. i actually want to do this peacefully. when mc was first taken, i feared the worst! i was ready to do anything. that still hasn’t changed. i’m not leaving without seeing mc. and if they want to go home with me, i’ll do everything to make that happen”

in the end, zen didn’t know if it was because he was impressed by zen’s earnestness and devotion to mc, or because he believed mc would listen to him, but mc’s father did allow the three of them to meet them

mc hugged him so fiercely that for a moment he forgot everything else. but then he was reminded that mc had missed him and longed for him just as much as he had missed them

after checking for their physical wellness and making sure they hadn’t been crying too much, he asked mc if they wanted to go home

he honestly thought mc’s father would throw a fit or start some drama, but the man actually allowed them to go, even if he looked reluctant

it was a week later, when zen and mc were curled up on their couch back at home, that mc got a text from their father saying that he would like to take care of the expenses for their engagement and that he hoped they had better times ahead

[gretchensinister]

The Strangest Thing

For Favorite Ship Week, Day 7: Strange and Unusual

Yeah! I finally got around to typing it all out!

The OT6 has reformed, but though Jack is aware of the relationship and wants to be part of it, he hasn’t had sex with any of the other Guardians yet. And he just wants a little more information before he does so. So, one evening when the OT6 is hanging out and getting drunk at the Workshop, Jack asks some questions.

“Okay, North,” Jack said, gesturing to him with a hand holding a half-empty drink. “If I’m going to be part of this whole thing, then I—I’ve got to know. What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever done—in bed, I mean, and by in bed I mean it didn’t have to be in a bed and, um….”

“Why am I the first one you are asking this?” North asked in return, refilling his own drink as the others giggled.

“I think it’s fair. We’re in your house, after all,” Bunny said. “And you’ve probably already had an emotional heart-to-heart, so this is just the next step.”

“If that was my reasoning, I could have started with you, Bunny,” Jack said, and Bunny ducked his head in embarrassment.

“Can’t I enjoy a nice quiet talk with my new husband without everyone making a big deal of it?” he asked.

That question was never answered, as Pitch spoke next. “It’s because you’re the most human, North. I should think that would be obvious.” He smiled a little. “Then, if what you have to say is simply too frightening for him, he’ll know that he’ll have to take things very, very slowly before he asks anyone else the same question.”

Sandy poked Pitch in the side. Don’t act like you weren’t too overwhelmed for anything but missionary when we started working things out this time.

Pitch turned to give him a pained look. “I didn’t even have enough strength to forego sleep when you approached me—that was why you could approach me. Surely you haven’t forgotten the rest of our history?” he asked, snaking his arm around Sandy’s shoulders.

Of course not. Sandy smiled slowly. And your recovery is progressing so well.

“And that’s very good news,” Tooth said warmly. Pitch looked at her, surprised, and she sighed dramatically. “Did you miss our last very serious talk? We all want you to be back with us, Pitch! That’s why Sandy approached you in the first place, to see if it was possible. If we were just humoring Sandy’s ideas of cosmic balance we wouldn’t keep inviting you over!”

“Bunny hasn’t invited me to visit the Warren, yet,” Pitch pointed out.

“Bunny.…” North began, reprovingly.

“Now hold up, hold up,” Bunny said. “I know you’ve all been busy, but is Pitch really the only one to notice? I haven’t invited anyone to the Warren since we decided to see about salvaging Pitch and letting Jack know just how big his oath was. Pitch, you hit me where it hurt, that Easter. But now that you’re back and we’re working things out, well—I may still be twitchy about inviting you to the Warren, but I don’t think that’s permanent. And so I won’t be inviting anyone until I can invite everyone.”

“Oh,” Pitch said softly. “That’s not what I expected.”

“Well, it’s not what I expected of myself, either,” Bunny said. “But, like Tooth implied, this isn’t supposed to be a night for a big, serious talk.” He turned to North. “You’ve had some time to think, now. Are you going to get on with answering Jack’s question?”

“Ah, well.” North put one hand on the back of his neck. “I do have an answer to give, though of course it is something that is just strange for me. I think we would never get anywhere if we had to think about what is strange in the minds of others.”

“Considering how most spirits do a double-take when they realize we’re not just allies?” Bunny said. “Yeah, that’s legitimate.”

“So answer already!” Tooth moved forward on her seat. “I’m dying to know if I was involved.”

North looked down at his drink. “Again, this is what is strange for me. And, ah, yes, Tooth, you were certainly involved. Everyone except for Jack, naturally, was. And what it was, well, it was not actually me that did anything. I had been persuaded to simply—accept what Tooth and Bunny and Sandy and Pitch wanted to give me. In fact, when we talked about how it was going to play out, I was specifically told many times that I should not even think of reciprocating. I was offered a great deal of oral attention, among everything else, that evening. I, ah, enjoyed it very much, though I am usually wiser than to ask for it, as I am aware of the difficulties.”

“Wait, is that why you never accepted us pampering you again?” Tooth asked. “I mean, I don’t want to speak for anyone else—” She glanced over at Sandy.

Sandy grinned at North. Two of your four partners were able to deepthroat you, he signed. That’s a pretty good ratio. I don’t understand that would keep you from asking for it again.

North made a face. “I only say this because it is absolute fact, but Pitch told me that he and Sandy did a very small bit of shapeshifting to make this comfortably possible for them—”

“Wait, wait, I remember telling you that,” Pitch said. “I thought you’d be flattered! I mean, maybe I wasn’t thinking a lot when I told you, as I was riding your cock at the time, but, seriously? What’s a little shapeshifting between ones like us?”

It really is very easy, Sandy agreed. Fitting together better for any penetration. It’s automatic, almost.

“We…can discuss that later,” North said. “But, there! I have answered the question. It was a time when I only received and did not give. Does everyone agree that this is strange for me?”

The others nodded.

“All right,” Jack said. “So far, I’m not too worried. But, then again, I am going to ask everyone the same question.”

“Pour Bunny another drink, North,” Tooth said. “So he’ll be able to answer when it’s his turn.”

North obliged, Bunny accepted the glass with a roll of his eyes, and Jack turned to Tooth.

“All right. So. Tooth. What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever done?” Jack gave her a look of intense concentration. “You can’t just say the same thing as North, though.”

“And I probably shouldn’t say something in the same theme, either,” Tooth said.

“Well, that just wouldn’t make sense,” Bunny said, nudging her with his shoulder. “It’s much easier to convince you to let yourself be pampered than North.”

Tooth blushed. “I like to make the most of my time off, that’s all,” she said. “All right. Let me think.” She drew her brows together and sipped her drink. “Well, I know that something like mid-air sex would be considered strange for most people, but I have wings so why not? And, thanks to Sandy for indulging me so much in that.” She glanced toward Pitch. “But, as for the strangest thing…well, you know I was often the first one to seek out Pitch after bad fights.”

Pitch nodded. “I do remember that, and I also remember that you sought me out when it would have been far wiser to leave me to myself for a few more days.”

“That’s true,” Tooth said. “But it only got you back sooner, didn’t it?”

“But that’s not what we’re talking about, now, is it?”

Tooth laughed nervously. “All right, well, maybe it wasn’t the best of ideas, but I really liked the feeling of pretty much actual danger I got when we had sex then. That’s why, after all my goading, I always ended up on my back with my wings trapped.”

“It is not only with Pitch that you are on your back with,” North pointed out.

“That’s true, too,” Tooth said. “But usually, I want you all to be careful, and you are. It’s just that rarely, there was an opportunity to experience something close to real danger, and I took it.”

“That’s shockingly irresponsible,” Pitch said, entirely sincerely. “So much could have gone wrong.”

Tooth shrugged. “But it didn’t.” She reached out and put her hand on Jack’s arm. “If you need sex ed, ask someone else for it so Pitch won’t worry.”

Pitch grumbled as Jack raised his hand and solemnly pledged to get any sexual facts and advice he might need from a reputable source.

I think he was excluding you from the category of “reputable source,” as well, Sandy noted. He turned to Tooth. What are you going to do now that Pitch knows about this?

“Savor my memories,” Tooth said with a laugh. “And eventually find something else that gets me the same way. So, Jack, what do you think so far? I mean, we haven’t quite gotten into however much nonhuman freakiness you might be worried about.”

“True, true,” Jack said. “Maybe I should have asked what’s normal to you that might be strange to others. But then again, maybe I’ll end up enjoying any surprises that end up happening.”

Bunny raised his eyebrows just as Jack turned to him.

“All right, I was going to ask you next, anyway,” Jack said. “What are you raising your eyebrows for, and what’s the strangest thing you’ve ever done?”

“I’m raising my eyebrows because I’m not sure what kind of surprises you’re expecting,” Bunny said. “So I figure I ought to tell you that I don’t have a mating season, or a rut, or what-have-you. I don’t think I’m more like an animal than anyone else while having sex, and I don’t lose control or go feral or anything like that.”

Jack gave the others an odd look. “Was this something Bunny had to clarify with you?”

“No, no,” Tooth said. “But when other spirits have learned about our relationship, some of them have said some pretty rude things.”

“It is true, though it is not a rut, that Bunny does become more randy during the springtime,” North said.

Bunny wrinkled his nose. “All right, but it’s not like it’s biological or anything,” he said. “It’s just that the more springtime comes to more people in the world, the better a mood I’m in.”

And the more likely you are to actually relax, Sandy signed. He smiled at Jack. You may not have seen it yet, but it’s incredible how obvious it is when Bunny’s naked and when he’s not, considering that he never wears clothes in the first place.

“You going to say the same thing about Tooth, then?” Bunny asked.

Tooth may work hard, but she never gets uptight, Sandy signed. It’s not as obvious a change.

Tooth preened a feather or two and Bunny shook his head at her gently. “I’m assailed on all sides,” he said. “I’d better offer up my strange thing before this goes any farther. All right. Mine also has to do with shapeshifting. Sandy and Pitch, one-on-one, and together, too. I asked them to shapeshift into rabbits like me,” Bunny said.

“That doesn’t seem that strange,” Jack said.

“Well, it is, because I’m not part of a species.” Bunny looked down at his hands. “I’m one of a kind. I was human before the Man in the Moon chose me. So why would I—why would I want—there’s just no reason for me to want something like that. But I did, and Sandy and Pitch helped me out with that weird little fantasy,” Bunny finished. “And who knows why I’m telling it now, except that I don’t want to keep any secrets from Jack, and North mixes drinks really strong.”

“I don’t think that there’s anything to be embarrassed about in that kind of strangeness,” Jack said. “You just didn’t want to be so different from the people you were intimate with.”

“That’s a better way of putting it than just saying I’m interested in fur,” Bunny said. “And that might still be true, but I don’t know if that’ll be a problem for you, considering that you’re here having this conversation with us in the first place.”

Jack laughed. “Yeah, fair enough. Now. It’s time.” He turned to Sandy and Pitch, resting his chin in his hands. “Should I ask each of you separately, or should I just ask that you give me two stories? I’m kind of guessing that both of you are going to say things that involve each other.”

Sandy nodded at once, and Pitch just a half-second after.

“I suppose that the mention of our own shapeshifting makes such a conclusion inevitable,” Pitch said.

“You’ve also had a few thousand more years to get up to whatever you’re going to get up to,” Bunny said.

“I can’t think that that makes much of a difference by this point,” Pitch said.

But it does make a difference that we’re not bounded by having physical bodies, or by the boundaries of, well, good taste, Sandy signed.

“Uh-oh,” Jack said. “Now I’m really worried about what you’re going to tell me.”

Pitch smirked at him. “I could tell you almost anything, and you wouldn’t be able to naysay it.”

Yeah, only I could do that, Sandy signed. I have an idea of what you’re thinking of, he told Pitch.

Pitch turned to him and raised his eyebrows. “I suppose I could give Jack a joke answer and say that missionary is the strangest thing for us.”

“That’s an answer I would accept,” Tooth said, and Bunny toasted her.

Sandy laughed silently and leaned against Pitch. I would like it if we could cop out that way, but it’s totally not true.

Pitch rolled his eyes, but he didn’t move away from Sandy. “It’s not in your best interest to make fun of me for enjoying vanilla sex,” he said, “especially since you have a fondness for nights when you just lie back and think of Dreamland, or whatever.”

Sandy stuck out his tongue. I assure you I’m thinking of you when we do that sort of thing.

Pitch coughed. “Anyway,” he said, “you can’t be thinking of saying the same thing I’m thinking of, because the thing that I’m thinking of is something that I would never tell anyone about.”

Are you sure we’re not thinking of the same thing? Sandy fixed Pitch with his gaze and slowly, deliberately, licked his lips.

“Well, if that’s the case, we’re going to have to come up with something else to tell Jack,” Pitch said.

“Oh, come now,” North said. “You have made us very curious now.”

“I think Sandy and I could come up with a few ways to make you forget that curiosity,” Pitch said, uncrossing and recrossing his legs.

“No, no,” Jack said. “This seems like something it might be absolutely vital for me to know.”

Sandy tilted his head back and forth. Well, not really. It’s not actually something that would be possible for you or anyone else other than Pitch and me. It’s not something that we could or would ask of you.

Pitch folded his arms protectively across his belly. “Sandy’s right,” he said. “It’s enough for us to know we agree on the strangest thing we did together. What you really want to know from us is the strangest thing, in your opinion, that we would ever ask you to partake in. Don’t you think that would be more useful?”

“Well, I—I guess,” Jack said. “But it doesn’t tell me the same kind of thing about you as North’s Tooth’s and Bunny’s answers did.”

Oh, don’t worry, you’ll learn plenty about us in other ways, Sandy signed. I think you should be interested in what we might suggest to you. I mean, no one else has brought up anything more outlandish than having sex with beings shaped fairly similarly, regardless of how those ways interact with our personalities.

“Yes,” Pitch said slowly. “I have found it strange that North, Tooth, and Bunny didn’t bring up certain things as unusual.”

“Oh, well,” Tooth said, “whatever you’re thinking of, you always treat us well.”

“And you always allow yourselves to be pleased,” North said. “Even when you are, ah, somewhat overwhelming, even to me.”

“You’re forms are always different from mine,” Bunny said, “so it’s the times when they weren’t that are notable.”

“If you don’t tell me what you’re getting at this time, I’m going to have to sulk,” Jack said.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” Pitch said. “Sandy, why don’t you do the honor of asking?”

Sandy smiled sunnily and leaned conspiratorially towards Jack. All right. Jack, how do you feel about monsters? In particular, monsters with a lot of tentacles? How would you feel about being pleasured by such a monster? Or, because we are all very lucky, two such monsters?

Jack blinked slowly a few times. “Ah, well….” He downed the rest of his drink in one gulp. “Sure, I’d give it a shot.”

Amid the laughter and affectionate teasing that followed, no one heard what Jack had to say afterwards. “But—I thought that’s what Sandy and Pitch were talking about to begin with! And if not that, then what?”

[onebizarrekai]

Meme Waker: That Final Thing

okay aight here we go here’s the big idea compilation you’ve all been waiting for or something like that

since I’ve finally accepted meme waker’s inevitable fate, I’ll share what I’ve had laying around about it. prepare yourself for a wild ride.

first of all, what existed of the planned character key:

Nightmare = Link Dream = Aryll Cross = Tetra Ink = The Entire Pirate Crew Granny Gertrude = Grandma Horror = Quill Killer = Medli Color = Komali Dust = Makar XGaster = Tingle (yes, you read that right) Fresh = Fado (?) Geno = Laruto Blueberry = Niko Error = Ganondorf Giant Flying Chicken = Helmaroc King Core Frisk = The King XChara = Zelda

So XChara was going to fill the role of Zelda–basically, what was going to happen was that when Cross and Nightmare reached sunken Hyrule, which was replaced by the Omega Timeline, they encountered Core Frisk and with their magical Core Frisk powers that apparently exist, separated XChara from Cross’s body. Because Error was hunting him down for whatever villainous reasons (I dunno, maybe he wanted to find Overwrite or something), XChara was going to spend the near remainder of the comic hiding in the Omega Timeline from Error. It was a pretty neat reference to the fact that Error doesn’t know where the OT is.

Unsurprisingly, considering when I was working on this, Nightmare and Cross may have eventually started dating. They were going to kiss during a fight that involved them accidentally rolling down a hill and then likely spend the remainder of the comic referring to each other as boyfriends, with no further indication of romance between them. I never really mentally decided whether I was actually going to incorporate this or not.

In moments where someone needed to present a musical instrument, Cross was going to play a keytar.

There is a very high chance that the entire comic was going to end up being an elaborate prank set up by Ink and Error.

After being rescued from the Forsaken Fortress, Dream was going to get crossbows and… I dunno, maybe be useful with them sometimes. One consideration was that he was going to complain about being stuck in a glorified retirement home and request joining the party.

Nightmare was going to have a fake ID with the name “Nathaniel Meyer” on it.

When Nightmare eventually pulled up the Gaster Sword, he was basically going to do a magical girl transformation and get a new outfit. I was considering holding a contest where people would submit new designs for Nightmare before I realized that I may have wanted to do it myself. Meanwhile, Cross’s design change at the same time was going to pertain to the fact that he had such a hard time with his uniform that he just wanted to start wearing normal clothes.

When XChara was separated from Cross, it would indicate that Cross can’t use the hack knife anymore, so I had to think of a new weapon for him. I considered giving him arm mounts with knives in them for no reason other than being extra, but I was probably just going to end up going with a regular sword.

Nightmare and Cross were going to be mistaken for missionaries at some point due to Nightmare introducing Cross as his ‘companion’.

Nightmare’s fake ID is actually a driver’s license. Cross questions how he could get one when he’s only fifteen, and Nightmare responds with “what can I say? I live in the country.”

The Giant Flying Chicken was going to evolve into the Cyborg Giant Flying Chicken before Nightmare and Cross fought it. It was already a robot, but someone decided it would be fun to make it look more robotic for some reason. Maybe too many people tried to eat it.

Because Blueberry was going to replace Niko, that meant there was going to be a form of challenge that he would present to Nightmare and/or Cross. They were probably just going to play Dance Dance Revolution.

The dress that Granny Gertrude gave Nightmare was actually going to be infused with magical powers. Either Nightmare could only access the power of the Triforce when he’s wearing the dress, or it was going to be a piece of equipment that turned his sword into a fire sword.

Nightmare was going to come back to the Village of Old People to see that his grandmother had conquered it with capitalism.

Dragon Roost Cavern was going to be replaced with a Pokemon gym.

When Nightmare supposedly kicked Error’s ass at the end of the story, he was going to say something along the lines of “Because fuck you!” and it would be the first and only f-bomb in the whole comic. Nightmare would proceed to say that it was the first time he’d ever said fuck and that he felt dirty.

The Triforce of Courage was just going to be called the Triforce of Porridge for exactly zero reason.

Some incarnation of Buffmare was going to exist in the comic, but only in a sequence taking place in Nightmare’s imagination.

When Cross realized his backpack was missing, it was because I realized his backpack was missing. I forgot to draw it. I decided that the backpack actually fused with him to create a Zelda-style magic pocket.

Nightmare was going to try to control a seagull with the command melody, but he was accidentally going to start controlling Cross instead and make him run into a tree.

The Tree Spirit was going to hold official interviews for placeholder guardians in Dream and Nightmare’s absence. These placeholder guardians were going to be Neil, the overenthusiastic French furry, and Ccino, the local emo kid who is absolutely done with everyone’s bullshit, and exclusively because they were the only ones who applied for the job. Neil was going to have an ulterior motive of becoming Gaston’s successor.

Neil and Ccino were eventually going to ‘get together’, if you can even call it that, and for no other reason than shitpost reasons.

Nightmare may have had a showdown with the Giant Flying Chicken while riding the Great Charizard from Dragon Roost.

Another possible concept for whole story was that it was a bad self insert fic written by a younger version of Nightmare, but it’s really unlikely that I would’ve gone through with that.

Nightmare and Cross may have needed to go on a fetch quest to find Ink’s brush in the ocean because they accidentally lost it, but honestly that would’ve served nothing for the progression of the story. Because XGaster put a tracker on Ink’s brush, they were going to have to enlist his help.

and that about wraps up my notes, now let me throw what I had sitting around of a script draft–reading this was a trip because I forgot that literally 60% of it existed:

(inside the mountain)

Cross: holy shoe, EVERYONE has wings? how is this a thing??

Cross: I’m frickin jealous

Chief: Oh. You must be. Those guys.

Horror: yeah man, I enlisted their help to capture the Chicken Terror, but then they were all like yo, it’s a robot!


Chief: horror robot or not I told you that we weren’t going to capture the chicken terror for food because we’re not cannibals we don’t eat birds

Horror: but

Horror: we’re hardly even birds!

Chief: you know your job Horror. now get back to work. your actual work.

Horror: But… being the mailman sucks!


Chief: Do I need to confiscate your axe again?


Horror: OKAY FINE. I’M GOING. (flies away in a huff)

Chief: AND DO YOUR GODFORSAKEN LAUNDRY!

Chief: I apologize for that… so, how can I help you two today?


Nightmare: You guys have like, some pearl thing or something? We need to like, collect three of them in order to… save the multiverse… or something like that.

(Camera dramatically darkens.)

Chief: It’s just as the prophecy foretold…

Nightmare: oh god what

Chief: You see, young whippersnappers… legend tells of a great hero that would rise up and save a bunch of people in times of desperation that they don’t even realize are desperate. the great hero would travel far and wide in search of the Pearls of Shiny to finally retrieve a great weapon that he would use to strike down the evil that few knew existed. also the hero would have a sidekick wearing stupid clothes.

Cross: EXCUSE ME

Chief: THAT’S JUST WHAT THE PROPHECY SAID

Nightmare: okay, y’know, I’m just gonna roll with it. where can I get the pearl?

Chief: Well… that’s where the hard part comes in. You see, the pearl belongs to my son… but he’s been acting like an edgy teenager lately.

Nightmare: Great…

Cross: Is there a reason he’s being edgy? Maybe there’s something we can do to appease his hormones.

Cross: Free food works like a charm for me.

Chief: No, it’s more complicated than that. When one of our people becomes of age, they climb to the top of Charizard Island to receive a scale from the Great Charizard that will allow them to grow wings.

Nightmare: the… great charizard.

Chief: But lately, the Great Charizard has been throwing inexplicable temper tantrums. No one can get close to him anymore. And with my son being of age, he’s decently pissed off about this.

Chief: We’re thinking that the Great Charizard is displeased about something, and it is also causing our shortage of food.

Nightmare: Wait, you worship something named after a Pokemon?


Chief: Anyway, perhaps you two will be able to talk some sense into my son. Maybe he just wants to talk to someone his age that isn’t Horror or Killer.

Nightmare: What kind of names are those?


Chief: There’s a letter that I wanted my son to read, and I’ve given it to Killer to hold onto. You can go get it from him upstairs in the first room near the stairs, just tell him I sent you. He’s the little guy in the short shorts, you’ll probably recognize him when you see him.

Nightmare: Can’t you just call him here?


Chief: No, it is of upmost importance that you experience a basic fetch quest in order to become a great hero, because those fetch quests will become needlessly complicated before you even realize it.

Nightmare: ?????

Nightmare: I can’t even tell if you’re joking or not–

Cross: dude let’s just go get the letter

(scene transition)

(Killer dramatically turns around and it zooms in and says his name SSB style)

Nightmare: Wait, why do you get a dramatic introduction?


Killer: Dayum. New faces.

Nightmare: Why is everyone ignoring my questions??

Killer: (needlessly sensual voice) So, what brings you here? (walking closer)


Nightmare: (backs into wall) NO BUENO

Cross: You have a letter or something?


Killer: Oh. Yeah. Chief gave it to me for some reason. Yo, catch.

(He chucks it like a ninja star. Cross catches it between his hands in front of his face.)


Killer: Ey! You actually caught it!


Cross: I’m a trained ninja.

Killer: So like, who are you guys?

Cross: I’m Cross. He’s Larry.

Nightmare: NIGHTMARE. MY NAME IS NIGHTMARE.

Killer: Aw man, I know the feel of having a really lame name and wanting one that’s cooler.

Nightmare: No. Like. My name is actually Nightmare. My senile grandma called me Larry earlier today and this loser picked up on it.

Killer: There’s no need to lie. I understand.

Nightmare: I’M NOT LYING!

Killer: anyway make sure you get that letter to Color there’s something I have to do–

(Killer zips out the door behind them.)


Cross: what even the frick?


Nightmare: that guy freaks me the frick out.

Nightmare: literally. I felt like he was coming onto me.

Cross: you’re imagining things.

(SCENE TRANSITION)
 Cross: all right Nightmare I literally do not trust your ability to communicate with another person in a way that will make them feel inclined to give us something so just let me handle this okay

Cross: okay better yet wait outside the room

(Nightmare makes a less than amused face.)


Cross: it’s for the greater good

(Cross walks into the room.)

Cross: hi my name is Cross and

Color: LEAVE

(Cross immediately exits the room.)

Cross: this is a lost causeNightmare: what

Cross: go make him bleed with your words

Nightmare: dude isn’t this the part where we give him the frickin letter

Cross: (pauses) :o

Cross: OH RIGHT

(Cross takes the letter and goes back into the room, leaving the door open)

Cross: oh yeah this letter is for you it’s from your dad or something

Color: Oh, wow. Can’t even be bothered to talk to me in person.

Color: Give me that thing.

(Color stares at the letter. It’s actually a letter from Killer filled with really bad pickup lines and other really creepy compliments.)

Color: What the hell, you said this was from my dad!

Cross: We thought it was–??

(Killer teleports in behind them, scaring the shit out of Nightmare)


Killer: Suuuup~

Color: Killer I swear to god.

Killer: Here’s the actual letter, though you might not be happy with it.

(He flings it at Color and it lands in front of him. He reads it over, rolls his eyes and throws it in the trash.)

Cross: So uh… I don’t know what the letter says but apparently we’re prophesied heroes collecting a bunch of pearls to save the multiverse and the pearl you have is–


Color: Can everyone just get out of my room already?

(everyone just leaves)

Nightmare: What even was the point of that stupid fetch quest?

Killer: Oh yeah, can you guys help me with something? Just a smalllll favor. And I can’t ask anyone else because I’m not supposed to do it.

Killer: I need some strong, reliable people…

Nightmare: Don’t touch me.

Killer: It’s just a small favor! And I mean actually small, it’ll take like two minutes.

Nightmare: I have doubts about this.

Killer: Great! Meet me out back by the spring.

Nightmare: Wait which side is the back–

(Killer is gone)

Nightmare: Cross which side is the back.

Cross: I don’t know??

(after spending twenty minutes going through the various exits trying to figure out how to get there)

Killer: What the hell took you so long.

Nightmare: Directions would’ve been helpful. There wasn’t even a freaking map anywhere in there!

Killer: The hollow is like the size of a middle class house! How difficult could it be to find out where to go?!

Nightmare: IT’S A DOME THERE IS NO BACK

Cross: OKAY, what matters is that we’re here, what the heck do we do now.

Killer: Okay, okay. (steps backwards) Look, if you look around here, it’s all a dried up spring. The Great Charizard was throwing a tantrum, a boulder fell down and it coincidentally plugged up the spring for the third time this week, which is literally our main source of fresh water. I’m honestly getting sick of this so I’m going to climb the mountain and see what’s going on because everyone else is too scared to do it.

Nightmare: God. You’re not gonna make us go with you, are you?


Killer: Oh, no way. I just need you to throw me up that cliff over there so I can get into the cavern that leads up the mountain.

Nightmare: Can’t you fly?

Killer: Not thirty feet straight up. Do these noodle arms look like they can manage that?


Nightmare: Whatever. But quick question. How the hell does one throw a person.

Killer: I weigh like fifty pounds. It shouldn’t be that hard. Also, if you’ve noticed, the wind is rapidly changing directions, so you’ll probably have the best effect throwing me when the wind is blowing that way.

Nightmare: Mhmm. Sure. Let’s just get this over with.

(Nightmare crouches down and Killer fuckin walks onto his shoulders)

Nightmare: Hey! Watch it!

(some way or another he throws Killer and Killer barely makes it to the cliff, face planting into the ground)

Nightmare: Well I guess that worked.

Killer: THAT WAS TERRIBLE!

Nightmare: YOU’RE WELCOME! COULD’VE JUST USED A DAMN LADDER!

Killer: NOBODY OWNS A LADDER HERE BECAUSE EVERYONE CAN FLY!

Nightmare: Then how the frick do people get up this cliff?!

Killer: THERE’S NORMALLY A BRIDGE BUT IT BROKE AND PROBLEMS LIKE THESE ARE PRECISELY WHY I’M CLIMBING THE MOUNTAIN TO BEGIN WITH! ALSO I’M LEAVING BYE. (turns and leaves)

(cricket cricket)

Cross: Nightmare we should probably follow him.

Nightmare: No.

Cross: What else do we have to do. We solve their problem, Color can get his wings and then he stops being emo and gives us the pearl out of the goodness of his heart.

Nightmare: I’m not risking my life for this! If that guy is willing to do it himself I’m going to let him do it!

Cross: Dude, look at that guy. He looks about at capable fixing whatever the problem is as Ink is at providing emotional support. If this happens to be anything like a video game, we’re the only ones capable of solving anything. Besides, what else are we supposed to do? Hang around and wait for something to happen?

Nightmare: All right, fine. But how are we supposed to do something? It’s not like we can climb up a thirty foot cliff.

Cross: No, but we can swim, right?Nightmare: What?

(Cross draws a line around the rock covering the spring. It dematerializes into red squares and water starts to spew out of the spring. They both run back towards the side and climb up the cliff they came from)

Nightmare: Dude, what the hell was that?

Cross: I can draw lines around things with my sword and they do that and go away.

Nightmare: … do they go somewhere?


Cross: I dunno.

(Meanwhile in Xtale, a boulder slams into the floor and almost crushes Fresh because of course he’s there)

(The spring fills up)


Nightmare: You know I’m starting to have second thoughts about this swimming thing seeing as how I’ve never actually–(Cross kicks him into the water)


(LATER)


Nightmare: YOU ASSHOLE I ALMOST DROWNED

Cross: You’re exaggerating.

Random Dude: STOP RIGHT THERE!


Nightmare: who.

Random Dude: YOU AREN’T GOIN ONE STEP PAST THIS POINT! YOU’RE LIGHT YEARS FROM FACING BROCK!

(nightmare squints)

(comic suddenly goes into a battle sequence)

Nightmare: whoa whoa what the hell is happening

Cross: oh my god it’s pokemon NIGHTMARE IT’S POKEMON

Nightmare: I DON’T HAVE ANY POKEMON CROSS THREATEN HIM

(Random Dude sent out MEWTWO)

Cross: DEAR GOD

Cross: LISTEN THERE’S A HUGE MISUNDERSTANDING WE’RE NOT TRAINERS WE DON’T HAVE POKEMON

Random Dude: tHEN WHY ARE YOU IN A POKEMON GYM HUH

Cross: Uh… touring?

Random Dude: OH

Random Dude: I SEE

(The Random Dude returns his Mewtwo.)

Random Dude: THERE HAS BEEN AN UNFORTUNATE MISUNDERSTANDING

Cross: Say uh, you didn’t happen to see a scrawny dude with wings pass through here, did you?

Random Dude: Oh yeah, he went into the next room and took the elevator to the top.

(silence)


Nightmare: Why are there always elevators.

(two seconds later, they reach the elevator and there’s a dude standing in front of it)


Nightmare: um excuse me we need to use the elevator

Dude: oh man I can’t find my glasses anywhere what do I do

Nightmare: excuse me I said move

Dude: oh man I can’t find my glasses anywhere what do I do

Nightmare: HELLO

Dude: oh man I can’t find my glasses anywhere what do I do

Nightmare: MOVE ASSHOLE

Cross: I think it’s a preprogrammed NPC.

Nightmare: UAGGGGHHHHH

(Nightmare throws himself into the person, but he slams into the STEEL WALL OF NPC)

Nightmare: CROSS TELEPORT HIM AWAY

Cross: wait are you serious what if that freakin kills him I don’t know where these things go

Nightmare: YOU SAID IT YOURSELF HE’S AN NPC

(Cross shrugs. He draws a line around the NPC and the NPC disappears)

(one elevator ride later)

Nightmare: (chokes) oh god

Nightmare: the altitude

Cross: nightmare this island is still lower than ink’s house.

Nightmare: PSYCHOLOGICAL ALTITUDE

(fwip)

Cross: Oh look, it’s that guy from earlier.

Nightmare: Got captured somehow. Why am I not surprised?

Killer: YOU KNOW WHAT SCREW YOU GUYS

(A really buff guy abruptly slams into the ground)

Buff Guy: FEAR MY WRATH, FOR I AM BROCK! LEADER OF ALL THINGS ROCK HARD

Nightmare: Look man, we really don’t have time for this, just let the shota hoe go, we’re just checking up on the huge-ass Charizard up there.

Killer: excuse me

Brock: I AM THE LOYAL GUARDIAN OF THE GREAT CHARIZARD! You can only pass if you defeat me!


Cross: what the hell is even happening anymore

(Loud gym battle music as the gate at the entrance of the clearing slams shut)

Nightmare: LOOK WE’VE BEEN OVER THIS WE DON’T HAVE ANY POKEMON

(Brock war cries as he sends out a very anime geodude)

Nightmare: can someone please tell me I’m hallucinating all of this

Brock: WELL, IF YOU DON’T HAVE POKEMON, YOU’LL HAVE TO USE A RENTAL

Cross: What? But rental pokemon always suck.

Brock: YOU MUST PROVE YOUR WORTH SOMEHOW! AND BECAUSE YOU’RE SMALL CHILDREN YOU OBVIOUSLY CAN’T PROVE IT THROUGH SUMO WRESTLING.

Nightmare: I’m fifteen!

Cross: Nightmare I think you’re missing the point.

Killer: Good god, just let them through and let me out of here, they’re the heroes of prophecy.

Brock: PROPHECY

Brock: GOODNESS ME I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT

(Brock returns his geodude)

Brock: YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING

Nightmare: That would have worked?

Brock: BUT! IF YOU WANT TO FREE THIS TINY FELLOW HERE, YOU MUST COMPLETE A DIFFERENT CHALLENGE! FOR YOU SEE, HE TRIED TO PASS THROUGH HERE WITHOUT WRITTEN PERMISSION!


(Killer rolls his eyes. Nightmare squints, literally pulling a notebook out of his shirt. He writes something in it, walking up to Brock and holding it up. It says “Let the guy out of jail you dick”)

Brock: AHA

Brock: WELL

Brock: I CAN’T ARGUE WITH THAT

(He stomps his foot on the ground and the bars in front of Killer go up)

Brock: DON’T BE CAUSING TROUBLE NOW KIDS


(He ascends back into the sky)


Cross: I’m not even going to ask. That entire conversation felt like a drug trip.

(Killer dramatically throws himself onto Nightmare)


Killer: I knew you would come around, my knight in–

Nightmare: Why did I assume that you had become any less creepy in the last ten minutes. Why did I even do that?


Killer: Because your heart told you to.

Nightmare: Dear god stop touching me or I will literally pick you up and slam you into the floor.

Killer: Feisty. Anyway, I figured out why the Great Charizard is freaking out all the time. His tail is hanging down into the room below him and something is chewing on it like all the time.

Cross: What? Then why doesn’t it just, I dunno, pull its freaking tail out of the room like a reasonable creature? Or maybe take care of the problem on its own?

Killer: The Great Charizard is like a five year-old. It’s self aware, but it expects all of its problems to be solved by everyone else and throws tantrums when that doesn’t happen.

Nightmare: Well that’s stupid. Why does everyone act like it’s some holy being then?

Killer: Because it’s a massive, terrifying dragon that can breathe fire?

ok unfortunately this is where the script ends but I hope you enjoyed that

oh yeah, and some extremely old art that I found:

as well as a brief consideration to make the characters human before deciding that I just didn’t want to work on the comic anymore.

basically you will notice that most of this doesn’t have a solid outline, and you’d be right: I never actually planned it that meticulously. I mostly just winged it and threw stuff in over the course of time and never even really planned anything close to a definitive ending beyond “maybe it was a prank”. sorry if this is like… anticlimactic, but it’s all I could find!

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To Have and To Hold Chapter 01

The Guardian Oath was more than a promise to protect children.

It was a marriage oath.

The marriage may have been strained lately, with none the wiser for it, but the past weekend and a new husband were just the thing to bring all the problems to light.

Too bad said 'new husband' has no idea he just got married.

Now, with spiritual politics, threats to the children, and an oblivious husband to woo, the Guardians have their hands full like never before.

"Happily Ever After" wasn't supposed to be this hard.

(Or, the one where the Guardians are married and everyone forgot to tell Jack.)

Hoo...I've been promising this one for awhile now. Usually I wouldn't start posting it just yet as it isn't finished, but it's Favorite Ships Week, and...I've been teasing long enough. But since it's not finished yet, I can still be influenced on some things. I hope that you find this was worth the wait.

Also: I wanted to do Sandy's dialogue in 'Wingding' again, but as I have to use images for that, I...well, didn't. They don't come up always, and disappear if the story is downloaded, so...sorry if anyone was looking forward to that.

Jack perched on the back of the sleigh, watching as his pond faded into the distance. North had decided to fly far enough away that the children wouldn't see him open a portal before he used the snowglobes, rather than give more of them ideas and to keep them somewhat secret.

Besides, the kids expected them to fly off in the sleigh when it showed up. North may not have interacted with the kids in a long time, but Jack had already learned the famous spirit had a definite flare for the dramatic.

He glanced back over his shoulder and gave a soft smile, knowing they couldn't see him, as he watched Bunny nuzzling at the side of Sandy's head. Tooth fluttered from her perch on the side of the sleigh to drape an arm around Sandy and snuggle close, neither Guardian likely to let the smallest of them out of their sight – or arm's reach – for some time.

Jack couldn't blame them – if there was room, he'd like to be down there with them. For the moment, though, he kept himself to the top riser of the sleigh. He may have taken the oath, but it had been something of an impulse decision, and he still wasn't sure he could really call himself one of them. Not yet, at least. Maybe in time, he'd really be a Guardian, but for now, despite the oath and the knowledge of why he was chosen, the position still felt tenuous.

“So, where to?” North asked from the front of the sleigh. “The Pole?”

“Zzzzzz?!!” Sandy 'said', the letters appearing above his head almost immediately as he beamed.

Bunny chuckled. “You said it, Sandy. I'm bleeding exhausted.”

“I want some rest too, but...my girls,” Tooth said, wings fluttering, “and the teeth. I can feel my girls again, and they're with the teeth and used them to get the kids believing again, but...they can't get them all home, not in their boxes. I...”

“Cannot rest until all are safe and home, yes? Where do you think Pitch left them?” North said over his shoulder.

Baby Tooth chirped encouragingly from her perch in Jack's hood and he shifted uneasily, unable to keep his silence about finding the baby teeth when Tooth was so worried about them, but unsure how they would take his knowledge.

“I saw them,” he said quietly, shrinking a little into his hood involuntarily as eyes shifted to him before making himself straighten up, though he didn't lower the hood he'd unconsciously pulled up.

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The Giant’s Halfling - Teaser - Hug a Giant Day 2021

The halfling’s face was the first thing the giant remembered after he was born.

Giant whelps are born able to walk and talk, thanks to spending nearly five years in their mother’s wombs. The walking is more of an instinct than anything else. But the talking comes from listening to their mothers speak, and eventually even being able to talk back to her.

The whelp had been expecting to see his mother’s face first upon entering world outside his mother. Instead, he saw the face of someone that was even smaller than he was. That was what stood out the most to him about the man. Giant whelps are usually born between three and four feet tall. He was particularly tall and this halfling was particularly short. Not even three feet tall. He was already a full head taller than the halfling was.

“Master,” the halfling spoke, as he approached the whelp with something in his hands. This was the first voice he heard outside of his mother. The halflings voice was quiet and soft. It didn’t shake him like his mother’s voice did, but it deeper than his mother’s.

“Who are you?” the whelp asked. The whelp blinked. Even his own voice sounded odd outside of his mother.

“My name is Caleb, master, and I am your tepiani, your guardian.” The halfling bowed his head. “Please, allow me to dry you off with these towels.” That must be what he was holding.

“Okay,” the whelp looked around, and realized that no one else was there. That wasn’t right. “Where is my mother?” The whelp had been looking forward to seeing what his mother looked like from the outside.

“She has left us,” Caleb started wiping the whelp down.

The whelp blinked at the halfling, “Where did she go?”

“To inform your father of your birth,” Caleb stated. “You must be ready to be presented to him when he comes to see you.”

“Oh,” the whelp frowned. “What’s a father?”

The halfling froze for a moment and looked up into the whelp’s eyes. “A father is the man responsible for your procreation. He is also usually the one who will protect and provide for you as you grow up.”

“Oh,” the whelp smiled, fathers sounded nice. Why didn’t mother speak of him before? “Will I get to meet my mother when father comes?”

“I do not know master,” Caleb looked away from the whelp’s eyes. He had finished cleaning the whelp off and held out a different thing that looked like a towel. “You must now put these pants on so that you’re ready when your father comes.”

“These are pants?” the whelp asked, talking the towellike object from him.

“Yes master,” the halfling nodded.

“What do you mean I must put them on?”

Caleb assisted him in understanding the mystery of the pants. While doing so, Caleb also informed him that their dark color was black, while the lighter color of the tassels, the halfling taught him what tassels were too, was called green. Apparently, these were the only colors that the whelp was allowed to wear, because it marked him as one of his father’s sons.

“You are wearing these colors too,” the whelp pointed out, poking Caleb’s pants, which were also black and green. He touched the green headband around Caleb’s head as well. “Does that mean you are one of my father’s sons too?”

“No!” Caleb spoke loudly. The whelp flinched and stepped back from the halfling. “Apologies my master, but you must never say such things. I am your tepiani, which means that I am your servant, your slave.”

“Oh, what’s a slave?”

Caleb opened his mouth to answer, but before he could speak a loud sound shook the air around them.

“Your father approaches,” Caleb explained. “Come, bow like this.” The halfling got down on his knees and put his forehead on the ground with his arms laid out in front of him. The whelp did as Caleb told him, and a moment later he saw his father for the first time.

Father was titanic. His head soared over Caleb and the whelp, and he would have easily been able to crush them both with a single errant step. However, the whelp could also see some similarities between the two them. They both had the same deep reddish skin, and greenish blue hair. The pants he was wearing were black and green just like the whelp’s, but he also had other things on as well. Shiny things that were mostly red, a brighter red than their skin was.

“Rise my son!” Father called as he approached the whelp and the halfling. “Let me see you!”

“Stand up,” Caleb muttered to the whelp without raising his head.

The whelp did so and was again astounded by how gigantic his father was. The giant seemed to brush up against the ceiling of the room that they were standing in. Not only was he tall though, he also seemed much wider than either the whelp or Caleb, even if they had been his size.

“Ah, there you are my boy! Come, let me get a closer look,” Father reached down for the whelp with a hand that was much larger than he was.

“Don’t move,” Caleb muttered, a bit louder this time. “Move and he’ll consume you.”

The whelp wasn’t sure what consume meant, but it sounded like a bad thing. So, he stopped himself from flinching away as the wall of flesh came for him. His father wrapped a hand around him, and he vanished into it. Father’s hand was sticky, yet wet feeling. Why did Caleb dry him off if he was only going to get wet a moment later? The whelp shook this thought off as his father opened the hand and held him before a pair of giant eyes.

“Well whelp,” the giant spoke, and the whelp felt the voice through the palm beneath him, “stand up, and let’s see you.”

The whelp did as he was told and stood up on father’s palm.

“Hmm, yes, you’re quite tall for a whelp. I see no obvious defects. Yes, I think you’ll do nicely. I give you permission to live until your twentieth birthday. We shall see how you do then.” Father knelt and dropped the whelp on the ground. He managed to land on his feet, but his ankles and knees hurt from the landing. He looked up to see why father had done this, but the giant was already walking away.

The whelp turned to Caleb, who was now several feet from him still bowed low to the ground. He sniffled a bit as he walked closer to the halfling. That had been the first pain he had felt while outside, and he didn’t like it.

“Where was mother?” the whelp asked the halfling, his tepiani. Caleb seemed to know almost everything.

The halfling waited a moment to answer. A loud boom shook the ground under his feet. The whelp looked around to see that father had left and a large wall had appeared in the opening he had entered and exited through.

Caleb sighed as he got up and approached the whelp again, holding out the towels from before. He started drying the whelp off again. “Your mother has left us.”

“That’s what you said last time. But you said that she went to inform father that I had arrived. But when father came, mother wasn’t there. Why not?”

Caleb looked up into my eyes and answered, “Because she has become one with your father. She will not return to us.”

The whelp realized then that for some reason his vision was blurry. He reached up to touch his eyes and felt wetness when he did.

“What is this?” the whelp asked Caleb. “Why am I leaking?”

“You are not leaking,” Caleb explained. “You are crying.”

“Why am I crying?”

“You are crying because your mother has left us. And because you miss her.”

“Oh,” the whelp frowned and looked down at the halfling again, “is that alright?”

“Yes,” the halfling wrapped his arms around the whelp, which made him feel a little bit better, “yes, it is alright.”

“That’s good,” the whelp stated, “because I can’t seem to stop.” The whelp wrapped his arms around his halfling, and they stood that way for a while.

“Caleb,” the whelp said after a long time.

“Yes, master?”

“What is my name?” Mother had told him that she would tell him his name when he was born. But since mother wasn’t coming back, he wasn’t sure who was going to tell him now.

Caleb released the whelp and stepped back. The whelp let him. “Your mother told me your name before you were born. Your given name is Koyotl.” Caleb spelled it out for him, and made sure that he could pronounce it.

“Kai-ot-l.” The whelp spoke a few minutes later.

“Perfect,” Caleb responded. “You are Koyotl, son of Emperor Tekuani, Prince of the Tek Empire.”

It was only later that the whelp realized what had truly happened to his mother. Only later when he remembered that the clean towels Caleb had used to dry him off a second time had come away a bright red. A bright red that had coated his father’s hand as the titan had held him. Only later when he remembered that his father’s mouth had been dripping with the same bright red color.

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