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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 2 months

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Writerly Questionare

Woah okay. Thanks for the tag @winglesswriter! I'm gonna have the questions below the cut to try to make the copy and pasting easier.

I tag @chayscribbles @winterandwords @vacantgodling @the-void-writes @aether-wasteland-s @nanashi23 @televisionjester (Only if y'all want. Open tag too!)

About Me

When did you first start writing?

With actual purpose middle school. Like 6th/7th grade.

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

Sorta. What's actually funny is I really ain't a fan of romance but I write that shit on the side XD.

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you're often compared?

I'm not really sure about that emulate part. I could list a shit ton of awesome writers though (the people I taged and many many more) Lol, I'm definitely not compared to anyone though.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

I'm usually writing in my room, on a crowded tv dinner table. But I write in a lot of places, including passenger seat of car. Or in the library if I'm settling on strictly typing stuff. (I usually handwrite)

What's your most effective way to muster up some muse?

Listening to music and being busy as hell.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

I think so. I have a shit ton of black characters for a reason. I'm black, it's easy.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

The power of friendship, violence, we were forced to together so now we working together, and "good guys" doing bad shit too. Those are usually pretty prevalent in my stories.

My Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character?

Uhhhh that's hard to decide but I guess I'll go Saz. Saz is my stud bear morpher dragged into a battle against the humans. She is stressed, bro is going through it, and she's a wrestler.

Which of your characters do you think you'd be friends with in real life?

Most of them honestly. I think I'd be more than willing to hear about Hollis's (Robots & Gardens) exploits.

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Cosma would get her shit rocked and I'd get mine rocked in return. And I think me and Green's anger problems would clash in really bad ways.

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

They appear magically in my brain. And I obsess over them like I obsess over all of my interests. The Fucked at Five oc's were the one's that deviated the most because most of them are based on the movie Open Season.

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

Tough exterior but actually really soft and big women go brr.

How do you picture them? (As real people you imagined, as models/actors who exist in real life, as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc)

As a combination of as real people I imagined, comic book characters, art I made, and cartoon characters (like a banger indie animation).

My Writing

What's your reason for writing?

Teehee it's how I process a lot of things and also I have to fill the world with content I want to see cause no one else is.

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

All of them for real. I love y'all. But any of them loving the characters as much as me honestly.

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who "gets" the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc.)

A cool dude who loves to write gay dorks gaying dorkily and fighting..

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Giving my character's a personality I guess.

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

I've been told I can write really fluid fight scenes or I have decent descriptions.

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

Lol I think it's great when it's great and ass when it's ass.

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

Yep. My fanfic writing would probably be slowed even further but I'd still write whatever came to mind in general.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it's a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

Oh I definitely write what I know will amuse me. But I arguably think it's a mixture of both. Sometimes I'll see something or get a response that brings me to write. And it's bangers always.

When did you first start writing?

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you're often compared?

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

What's your most effective way to muster up some muse?

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

My Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character?

Which of your characters do you think you'd be friends with in real life?

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

How do you picture them? (As real people you imagined, as models/actors who exist in real life, as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc

My Writing

What's your reason for writing?

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who "gets" the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc.)

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it's a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

#writeblr #long post #tag game

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chaotic-tired-bastard · 7 months

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Hi !!

I'm such a big fan of your artworks, especially Rozin. (They just mean so much to me, I can't get them out of my mind..) and I would love to ask you this,, What are your thoughts that Rokus' companions in the novel are both Gyatso and Sozin? I would love to see how their characters to be fleshed out and what they were like before especially Sozin. I'm simply so filled with ectasy and excitement for his upcoming book since he's one of my favorites aside from Aang and Kuruk.

Hiiii thank you so much! I’m so glad that you enjoy my art, it always makes me so happy when people tell me that :)

But also I am SO GLAD that you brought this up because there’s so much POTENTIAL THERE. Roku’s gonna be dealing with Sozin, his best friend from childhood, and Gyatso, who is described as a bit of a nuisance but we all know they’re gonna be besties. There’s the potential for an interesting dynamic- Roku's past life as Sozin's BFF competing/conflicting with his new life as the Avatar. There's also Sozin fighting to stay Roku’s friend, his past fighting to stay in the present, and Gyatso being as lovable as he is, the future slowly becoming the present and pushing the past farther back. I foresee some jealousy on Sozin’s side mayhaps, and maybe some frustration on Gyatso’s side because “Why is this Fire Prince being so MEAN TO ME I’m LITERALLY the AVATAR’S BFF!!” I can't get my thoughts in order rn because I have been doing Work and my brain is Dead but I understand and share in your excitement 100% :)

but the idea of jelly Sozin was actually was so juicy that I wrote a lil thing about it I hope you don't mind :)

“And here is your room,” Sozin said with a smile, pushing open the door and revealing the inside with a grand sweep of his arm. “I made sure nobody came in and moved around all of your stuff; the dust on the floor is 100% natural!”

“Wow, thanks,” Roku scoffed, unable to keep a smile off of his own face. “I’m so glad. Thank you, Sozin, I do appreciate the gesture.”

“Right…” Sozin’s smile softened and he peered up at Roku through his eyelashes, his cheeks darkening. He’s always been the shorter one, and he seemed even shorter now that Roku had hit yet another growth spurt. “You know, I really missed you. I’m glad you’re home,” he said quietly, as if he was afraid that someone would overhear.

Roku bowed his head so he could look down at his best friend, a similarly soft smile on his lips. “I missed you too,” he whispered back. “It’s weird not seeing your dumb face every day.”

Sozin turned away, worrying his lower lip between his teeth, his grip tightening on Roku’s door. “Roku, I-”

“Wow, this place is awesome!” Gyatso crowed, narrowly missing bowling Roku over as he basically crashed into his back. “Hey, do I get a room too? Is it near Roku’s? Oooh can it be near that little pond I saw earlier? It’s got these turtle-ducks and-”

Sozin’s eyebrow ticked and he shot Gyatso a look that Roku had dubbed the ‘annoying teacher’ look when they were younger, reserved for prissy professors obsessed with dates. “Yes, I will see to it that you are given appropriate housing,” he forced through gritted teeth, removing his hand from Roku’s door and holding it behind his back. Roku tilted his head minutely, surprised—what had caused his mood to change so drastically?

“Cool!” Gyatso stopped using Roku as a wall and poked his head inside of his room, his eyes wide. “Woah, is this your room, Roku? It’s so fancy!”

Roku sighed, bringing a hand up to rub at his temples. Great Agni, Gyatso, calm down for once in your life. “I’m sorry, Gyatso can be very energetic. You come to love it, though. Now, what were you going to say?” He prompted, returning a smile to his face.

Sozin’s face froze and his shoulders tightened. “I… nevermind. It was stupid. I’m glad you’re back, Roku, and I’ll see you later,” he replied curtly. Then he turned around and walked off, one of his hands curled into a tight fist behind his back as the other gripped his wrist.

#and anon you are so valid in having Aang Roku and Kuruk as your fav Avatars ILY /p #answers from the pit #ATLA #Avatar: The Last Airbender #Roku #Avatar Roku #Sozin #Fire Lord Sozin #Gyatso #Monk Gyatso #Rozin #(implied)

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naha-division · 1 year

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Time was ticking as a certain karate assistant teacher’s birthday was coming to a close.

A package landed on the front steps of Ryūnosuke Sekiguchi’s home. There was no telling what it was, save for his information printed on a sticker that was plastered to the side of the package. Somewhat surprised upon receiving yet another gift, he brought it inside.

Inside was a desktop lightbox with intricate artwork carved into it.

Nesting alongside the lightbox was a small poster card. Short messages and autographs filled the poster card, but smack in the center of the card was a longer message, written in incredibly neat handwriting.

“Hey there, my fellow fighter!

I mean, kind of? You do martial arts, I do kickboxing… not the same but whatever. You’ve been an entertaining one on my trips to Naha, and! I was told it was your birthday today! Thought I’d send something, but I wasn’t really sure what kind of stuff you’d like… hope this will do! Enjoy becoming one year older, dude!

— Reiaki Suzubayashi from Minato Division

P.S: heard you’re a fan of hero movies! Well you’re in luck! I worked on set for some of those hero movies, so I got the cast members to sign their autographs here just for you!”

He opens the box and found it was a desktop lightbox and a post card beside it. He read the post card that was written by Reiaki from Minato and decided to test it. He takes out the lightbox, looking around it to see a in a different angle for a good view but most importantly trying to figure it out on how to use it. After he watch some tutorial videos and the only thing he can simply do was fetching a flashlight he could find in the toolbox at the storage room then place a flashlight our behind the carvings of Avengers to start to light up.

He tries to experiment by turning of the lights in his room and as he saw it, his eyes sparkled of how really awesome it looks right infront of him. The Avengers that he used to love since he was a kid felt like a nostalgia and probably he is still a big fan of Marvels even as an adult. He thought he can definitely use it as night light or maybe a display for his bedroom but either way he really loves the gift!

“Woah……this looks sick! there’s Iron Man, Hulk, Spider-man, Black Widow, my favorite two Wolverine & Black Panther, and every single heroes are in it! Haha! I can imagine Kyō would be pretty jealous have this cool lightbox of Avengers as my gift Hahaha!” He happily laughs and grateful for another gift that he never expect to get

Also he did remembered something along the way in the card about the autograph thing? so he checks the card again reading at the end of paragraph and it DID confirmed “wait…so she was able to get the casts to sign autographs just for my birthday sake?” he paused for a moment to process

“wow……I don’t know what to say about but all I know that was very thoughtful of her to go much length to give me their autographs. Damn…you almost got me there, Reiaki. I mean…she doesn’t have to do that for me but since it’s my birthday, I can let myself have this autograph for myself”

Regardless, he will very much use & cherish this lightbox gift for the rest of his life. He thought about wanting to thank her for the gift if ever he gets the time to visit Reiaki’s place in person.

“Hey…from what she said that she can do kickboxing huh? hmm……I’m wondering if she has time to have friendly brawl with me. Heh! as a assistant master, I kinda want to see how well she can use those boxing skills or even her kicks. This will be fun for both of us” he grins proudly of imaginimg which of both fighters will be K.O’d at the end

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #wild shīnu #naha division #oc division #ryuunosuke sekiguchi #birthday gift from others #thanks for the gift!

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legoarsonist · 9 months

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💐 once you receive this lovely bouquet of flowers you have to mention five things you love, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers if you want. SPREAD POSITIVITY! ⛅️

WOAH HAI BUNN1EZ!!! awesome seeing ye here!

five things i love, let's see x3 :

all the people who post vanny fnaf are AWESOME, love every single one of u gamers and ur posts, whether it's self shipping or something silly, something serious or angsty i love all of it.

I love my plushies, i love being able to look around my room and see silly cuddly versions of the fnaf characters, especially my hex plushies those are super duper awesome

I love that I get to commission ppl, my job does suck sometimes but being able to pay ppl in exchange for artwork of my fursona? It's so so awesome i would do it more if i could x3

I love FNAF, I've been around the fandom since the very beginning on my PS VITA watching youtube videos about it, every corner of the world is amazing nd i love it so much i cannot wait for what's coming up :3

and ofc i love my family! they're nice and i like talking to em :3

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etes-secrecy-post · 1 year

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

Title: Happy Riya Day - 10th Anniversary

😁Hello! Hello !😁 It's Riya Speedster's 10th Anniversary Celebration! 🥳️🎂🐰🏎️

• Another milestone of my 2nd OC, beside Spot's 2021 10th Anniversary! And this twin sister of his was debuted in 2013 during my College year, which I'm still a Chowder fan, to this day... Well, sorta because I was overshadowed by other adorable cartoon critters, not just Chowder (and sometimes tawog, which I used to be but now I'm over it [except Anais, I think she's good]). Nonetheless, all that aside, this Chowder OC was my first ever that didn't inspired from an existing Wangan Maxi Tune Tuning Card, but rather her twin brother, Spot. That is until I renamed my POCO- Impreza GRB car to her name "RIYA" in November 24th, 2013 [CLICK ME!] just be part of it, and then in June 25th, 2017 [CLICK ME!] when she decided to gave up her Impreza GRB car to ME and brought a new one in the form of Impreza GDB-F, so she can be the exact model as her twin brother albeit different look than his. And did you know, that her mom was her master? Yes, she may be an apprentice to Rita, but she's also the mother of Riya. And since Rita was a Motorcross / MMA career, she can access to Riya's reputation, meaning, she can follow Rita's footsteps. (Regardless of her age is 12)🙂

• Much like her twin bro, Riya's height has grown but her personality and clothes remain intact. She never gets old, huh. And so her age and her ambition, too. And did you know, that her OG's color nose was used to be bright but slightly dark pink? Yeah, I used that on different occasions until I realized she didn't fit her facial bill, so I decided to change it into much darker salmon pink. E.G. Before → [CLICK ME!] | After → [CLICK ME!]

• Regardless, Riya's history was already written in her books, and now she's celebrating her 10th year long anniversary with her beloved female friends, including her twin sister Miya, and their mother Rita Speedster!

Here are something to say for Riya's anniversary:

Rita 🐶🚺 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Aaawww, my Anak (my child)! Happy 10th anniversary, Riya! *hugging* My sweet, sweet anak! We love you so much, that we throw you a girls party! 😁

Miya 🐰🐻🔋 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Yeah-yuh, Ri! Happy 10th anniversary, amiga kapatid (sibling)! 😄 You deserve this awesome E-Kart just for you!

Riya 🐰🏎️: An E-Kart! That's Awesome! That way, I won't worried about filling out fuel gas! 😀

Miya 🐰🐻🔋 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Correcto Mundo, Ri! 😁 Plus, there's also solar panels to charge your E-Kart, so you don't have to worry about reaching electric from our home! My parents built it, and they're the masters of ingenuity for electrical motors! ⚡🚘😊

Riya 🐰🏎️: Woah, nice one, twin sis! Thank you so much! *hugs Miya* 🥰🤗

Miya 🐰🐻🔋 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Walang anuman (no problem), twin sis! *hugs Riya* 🥰🤗

Mayu 🐇✨ [wearing Riya's clothes]: Aww such a nice moment in this special occasion celebration, families of Speedsters. Especially you, Riya. I have something to give you as well. *casting a magic with her psycommu wand* 😊🪄✨

Riya 🐰🏎️: Wow, you gave me an attire of yours? 😀

Mayu 🐇✨ [wearing Riya's clothes]: Mhm, that's the same clothes of mine as my trusted living partner, Cude. I wish I want something different than my clothes, so don't worry, I have plenty of that came from. (cartoon logic: unlimited supply of clothes) Although, you can't access my powers, the only thing that it can do was snuggling around your soft & comfy sleeves perfect for any seasons. 😊

Riya 🐰🏎️: *snuggling her new clothes from Mayu* Aww wow, it is super comfy! Thanks, Mayu. 😊🥰

Mayu 🐇✨[wearing Riya's clothes]: You're very welcome, my friendly critter. Enjoy. 😊

Riya 🐰🏎️: And man, take a look at that adorable cake! Thank you so much, Panini! 😄

Panini 💚💛🐰 [wearing Riya's clothes]: You deserve it, pal! 😊

Vanilla 🐰🎀[wearing Riya's clothes]: Yeah, Riya! Panini works so hard on making this tremendous anniversary cake. 🎂😊

Riya 🐰🏎️: Was that the same cake that you did to my twin bro? 🙂

Panini 💚💛🐰 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Yes it is. Albeit delivered by my lovely Num-nums (Chowder)! 🥰

Vanilla 🐰🎀 [wearing Riya's clothes]: So, happy anniversary, Riya! 😄🥳

Riya 🐰🏎️: Wow, neat! Thanks, guys.😄 I wish my dad, Spot and Mocho we're here... 🙂

MuruKir 🔵🌌, Spot 🐶🏎️ and Bonn 🐰🚹 [wearing Riya's clothes]: SURPRISE! HAPPY 10th ANNIVERSARY, RIYA! 😄🥳

Mocho 🐰🔵 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Surprise! 😀

Riya 🐰🏎️: Aww wow, you guys are awesome!😄 And so are you, my bunny love! 🥰🤗 *hugs Mocho*

Mocho 🐰🔵 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Its actually comfortable, though. Thanks for lending me borrowed, Riya. 😊

Riya 🐰🏎️: Borrowed? No! You can keep it! You looked pretty cute with your cutie face! 🥰😁 (again, Cartoon logic: unlimited supply of clothes)

Mocho 🐰🔵 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Riya, please stop... Hehe. Okay, okay, thanks anyway.

Bonn 🐰🚹 [wearing Riya's clothes]: *Hugs Riya* Aww my sweet daughter! Happy anniversary, Ri! 😁

Riya 🐰🏎️: Thanks, dad, Spot and MuruKir! You guys are here to celebrate my anniversary! 😊

Spot 🐶🏎️ [wearing his owned clothes from Riya]: Mhm, we're ALWAYS rooting for any celebrations, such as yours, Ri! Happy anniversary! *hugs Riya* 🥰🤗

Riya 🐰🏎️: *hugs Spot* Aww thanks, twin bro! You're all the best! 🥰🤗

MuruKir 🔵🌌: One room for me!? 🥰🤗

Spot 🐶🏎️ [wearing his owned clothes from Riya] & Riya 🐰🏎️: SURE! 🥰🤗 *Hugs tightly*

MuruKir 🔵🌌: By the way, check it out! You have to see this! 😁

Please check out our next artwork. ↓

Riya 🐰🏎️: There's more? I can't wait! 😁

Title: I Cuteness Female - Riya Speedster

Alright, here's my 3rd remake of her Cuteness Defender Member/Leader! 😁 And yes, Riya is still the "1st Leader" of the "Cuteness Defender Academy"!

Riya 🐰🏎️: Aww sick! Damn, I looked cool in my current armor! Is there more? 😁

Here's one! From our friend Paektu *Pls, scroll down. ↓*

Riya 🐰🏎️: Neat! 😁

Right now, here's a full descript.↓😉

Strike Rouge Riya OotoriCame from the real: MBF-02+EW454F Strike Rouge Ootori [CLICK ME!]

Armament(s):

• "Armor Schneider" Combat Knife Stored in the Strike Rouge Ootori's side skirt armor is a pair of folding "Armor Schneider" combat knives. These knives do not need power from the suit, can be thrown, and their blades vibrate at high speed allowing them to pierce through most armor except PS armor.

• 57mm High-Energy Beam Rifle The Strike Rouge Ootori's primary ranged weapon, the beam rifle can be stored on the side skirt armor. It can easily destroy most armored suits with one shot, or heavily damage warships with several shots, but is mostly ineffective against opponents with anti-beam coating. It has an additional handle that can shift to the side, and is often used for extra stability when the Strike Rouge Ootori is firing its rifle rapidly.

• Shield A piece of equipment designed to increase the Strike Rouge Ootori's defensive capability, it is mounted on the left forearm and/or handheld. The shield does not have phase shift armor, so it is not as durable as the Strike Rouge's armor, however it also does not drain energy each time it is hit. The shield's major advantage is that it is anti-beam coated and can block or deflect beam weapon attacks, against which phase shift armor is ineffective.

• Beam Launcher Mounted on the lower right of the Ootori Striker, the beam launcher is the suit's most powerful ranged beam weaponry and is positioned under the right shoulder when in use.

• Railgun Mounted on the lower left of the Ootori Striker, the railgun fires a solid projectile that is accelerated via electromagnetic field. It is positioned under the left shoulder when in use.

• Large Anti-Ship Sword The Strike Rouge Ootori is equipped with a large anti-ship sword as its primary close combat weapon. It is a large physical sword that has a laser blade along the cutting edge and is stored on the right side of the Ootori Striker when not in use.

• Missile Launcher The missile launcher is mounted on the left side of the striker pack and can be switched with other equipment, such as machine cannon, electronic warfare system, etc.

• Small Missiles The small missiles are arranged in sets of three and are mounted on the bottom wings, with each wing carrying two sets. These small missiles can be launched all at once for a missile barrage.

Special Equipment(s) / Feature(s):

• Hardpoints for Striker Packs The key feature of the Strike Rouge, like the Strike before it, is its ability to equip additional equipment in the form of striker packs. Each striker pack is designed to outfit the armor with the equipment needed to fulfill specific combat roles with maximum efficiency.

• Phase Shift Armor Like the Strike, the Strike Rouge is equipped with Phase Shift armor, although the active colours are red and pink rather than the blue, red and white of the first Strike. This is a side effect of the power extender, which also resulted in improved armor strength of the Phase Shift armor system. This system is later developed into Variable Phase Shift armor.

• Power Extender A device that improves a mobile suits energy storage capacity, allowing it to use its Phase Shift Armor for a longer duration than other Cuteness Mecha suits.

• AI (Artificial Intelligence) Support System for Ootori Pack flight mode Strike / Dagger / Windam / Strike Rouge user can deploy her Ootori back pack which can turn into a flight mode. From the plane nose, inside of canopy has a build in AI chip and Strike armor detector which the AI can detect any related Strike / Dagger / Windam / Strike Rouge armors before it can turn into backpack and attached the backpack. The AI for Ootori Pack flight mode can be also used as a remote via command or it can do as a allied friend companion.

• Booster It's a peripheral pack, equipped with a large booster unit to help it leave orbit.

Riya's Happy 10th Anniversary by Paektu

Finally, was this adorable artwork by Paektu. 😊🎨🖌️

Riya 🐰🏎️: Aww yeah, that was moments ago. When he presents me an adorable artwork featuring cute little alien, Kyong! 🥰🤗 Is she looked cute in my attire? I decided to keep it as a friendly memento because we care his creators' OC friends. You deserve it, Kyong. 😁

Riya 🐰🏎️: Overall, I'm SUPER HAPPY with my 10th year anniversary! Thank you so much for the gifts and everything! You are all awesome! 😊 Hope, the next 5 or 10 years, it'll be different than before for our respective dates.

Yup, and this every September, It'll be officially as "Speedster Kids Day" where they celebrate every Speedster Kids until the end! (Aace debuted in "Sept 1st" 🐶🐺⭐, Miya debuted in "Sept 10th"🐰🐻🔋, Riya debuted in "Sept 20th" 🐰🏎️, and Spot debuted in "Sept 30th" 🐶🏎️)

Aace 🐶🐺⭐ [wearing Riya's clothes]: Wowee! That's HUGE for US! BTW, Happy 10th Anniversary, Riya! 😀 *hugs Riya*🤗

Riya 🐰🏎️: *hugs Aace* Aaaw thanks, Aace! I'm glad you here! 😄🥰🤗

Aace 🐶🐺⭐ [wearing Riya's clothes]: You're vewy (very) welcome, Ri! 😁

Miya 🐰🐻🔋: Yeah-yuh! This is AWESOME! 😄 We could now celebrate in our respective days until the end of September! Wake me up, when September ends! Right? 😁

Spot 🐶🏎️ [wearing his owned clothes from Riya]: No pun intended, Mi. 😅 But hey, that's great news for us! 😀

The Speedster Four [Spot 🐶🏎️, Riya 🐰🏎️, Miya 🐰🐻🔋 and Aace 🐶🐺⭐]: YEAH! HIGH FIVE! 😄🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️

Bonn 🐰🚹 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Wow, huge news for our kids! This is nice! 😁

Rita 🐶🚺 [wearing Riya's clothes]: Oo nga, my asawa (Indeed, my husband)! We could celebrate our beloved anaks (children), this September until the month ends. 😊 Ang saya saya natin (we have fun)! 😄

Well, that's all for now! And Happy 10th Anniversary Riya! 🥳️🐰🏎️

Throwbacks: • My 2nd Chowder OC - Riya [Sept 20th, 2013] • My 2nd Chowder OC Riya - doodle 1 [Sept 20th, 2013]

The Speedster Family (Riya, Miya & Rita), and Mayu - created by ME! Lisa (Sonic OC) - owned by ladyfeliz (dA) Panini - Chowder © Cartoon Network, C.H. Greenblatt May & Windy (Rabbit OCs) - owned by @bryan360 / BryanVelasquez87 (dA) Vanilla (Chowder OC) - owned by GlassFu (dA) / SmileAhoy (tumblr) Jenny and the Ramcat Family (Debby & Tory) - created by @carmenramcat | dA - [CLICK ME!] Kyong (wearing his owned clothes from Riya) and the art itself - created/owned by Paektu | dA → [CLICK ME!] | X → [CLICK ME!] Armor (Mobile Suit Gundam SEED Destiny) - Gundam Series © Bandai Namco Filmworks/SUNRISE, Sotsu

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third-arch · 10 months

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No Surprises-A Trafalgar Law x Reader Fan Fiction

Quiescence Extras-Gratitude

sfw, fluff, comfort

Fwuuuuuuuu

Puuuuuuhhhh

"Cora-san!! I'm back!"

"Oi, Kanna! How was your day?"

"It was fine. Oh! It was Law's birthday a couple of days ago"

"Huh??" Corazon tumbles over with a loud CRASH. You run over to go help him up,

"Yeah, Don't worry! I'm sure he paid his respects to you in private. I got him some flower pins I saw in Wano."

"Did he wear them? Fwuuuuu"

You nod, excitedly. A grin tugs on Corazon's lips.

Puuuuuuhh

"That makes me happy."

"He's really awesome, Cora-san! I like him alot. He invited me to a flower island since my birthday is coming up."

"No way! I need to do something for you! I don't have much I can do, but I'll come up with something."

"Spending time with you is plenty, though! I don't even know when I'll be seeing you next,"

Corazon's eyes shift to the ground, as a slight sadness appears in his eyes. "Yeah."

"Hey, but I'm journaling all of the moments we share together. I'll never forget you, even when these dreams or meetings or whatever do end."

You grab his hands,

"Cora-san, you're my dearest friend. I'll never forget you, I promise."

Corazon smiles and kisses your forehead. He nods, holding back tears. He really did treasure every moment the two of you shared together.

He couldn't have hoped for anyone better. He was grateful for you. He loved you. He was glad it was all worth it.

"Thank you." he whispers, softly.

Your eyes move towards your feet, as well. You give his hands a small squeeze, and then remember something important.

"Oh yeah!! Cora-san! Before we start training, I made something for you!"

Corazon points to himself, wonderstruck, "...for me??"

"Yes! You!!!"

Corazon pauses and looks around,

"...are you sure?"

"CORAAA-SAAANN"

Corazon chuckles, bringing a cigarette up to his lips. "I'm sorry!! You're just super funny."

You grin while rustling through the pockets of your shorts. You pull out a folded piece of paper, and gently unfold it.

"Here!!"

Corazon carefully takes the paper out of your hands, and holds it between his thumbs and index fingers,

"Woah!!!!"

"Oi!! Kanna-chan! When did you draw this?"

"I drew it while Captain let me use his office again to draw. It's a gift of gratitude for you, I guess. He's been inviting me-WAH!!"

Corazon lifts you up in the air and spins you around, smiling widely,

"This is amazing!! I'm never going to let go of this! Thank you, Kanna!"

You laugh, "It's a thank you for training me and listening to all of my stuff about Doffy and everything. I'm really thankful for all of it!"

Corazon sets you down, firmly gripping your shoulders,

"You don't ever need to thank me for that! I'll listen to you whenever you need to talk. It's what friends are for, alright?"

You nod, "Yeah!"

You open your arms as an invitation for a hug. Corazon squats down to your level and embraces you warmly.

"You're huge, Cora-san!"

Corazon releases you from his embrace and ruffles your hair, causing you to giggle, "And you're tiny!"

He stands back up, once again, nearly losing his balance and tumbling over in the process.

"Whew. A-Alright, let's get started! There's more I wanna show ya."

Artwork done by Reader-ya!! :))

#one piece #op #one piece art #trafalgar one piece #law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #corazon #corazon op #corazon x reader #op corazon #rosinante corazon #donquixote rosinante #rosinante x reader #op rosinante #one piece rosinante #donquixote corazon

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papiliomame · 3 years

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Sightings in Amity: Alleyway

(Click to reveal! It’s transparent)

Conversation between a witness and an aquaintance:

*murmur in the background*

“Hey, have you heard of this urban legend people are talking about?”

“The one with a weeping boy behind the Nasty Burger?”

“Yeah, what nonsense am I right?”

“It’s real. I saw it.”

“No way! You’re kidding!”

*sound of clapping hands*

“No, I’m serious. It happened last week after work. I bought something to eat in the Nasty Burger before going home and I passed by the alleyway behind the Nastyburger. I heard the weeping and I investigated.”

“I bet it was just a cat or something...”

“I wish! There was a boy and he was just staring at the backdoor of the restaurant. I wanted to asked whether I can help him but as soon as I made a step towards him he turned his head and looked at me...”

“...”

*clothes rustle*

“Are you alright?”

“Sorry, I’m fine. Anyway, his eyes were with such agony and sadness I couldn’t look away. After some time I heard a ticking of a grandfather clock. And then suddenly his eyes changed!

“Wait, what do you mean?”

“Like he experienced terror more than words can say and he looked right into your soul to judge you!”

“Woah, that’s creepy.”

“I’m not finished, after this transformation I heard a loud explosion and than he vanished. Like puff and gone! I asked other passersby, but they didn’t heard or saw anything.”

*moving chairs*

“Hmmm... Are you sure you weren’t drunk or something?”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I just want to exclude all other possibilties.”

“I swear it’s the truth! Listen...”

*the voices become distant.*

From the archives of the Ghost Investigation Ward;

Recordings of Agent W;

Sightings of subject Phantom

I really wanted to try tranparent art and thanks to @the-stove-is-on-fire awesome tuorial I managed to do it. Thank you!

The story for this artwork it set in an AU where the GiW is not a gaggle of Leeroy Jenkins but a serious investigation ward about paranormal phenomena.The ghosts behave more like fairytale/folklore/urban legend ghosts and are not really known by the public even in Amity Park. The undercover agents are disguised as normal citizens and make recordings of different sightings about ghosts. The recording for this one is made by someone who is really fixated on a specific ghost. Can you guess who?

#danny phantom #fanart #transparent art #digital painting #creepy!danny #sad!danny #au #maybe I make a series of this au #this was really fun to make

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kanjukucompany · 2 years

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【A3! Translation】 Sky Gallery (2/11)

previous chapter / next chapter

spoiler warning for act 12!

(translation under the cut)

(glitch text ignore)

Chapter 2

Izumi: Woah, quite a big turnout.

Yuki: A lot of them look like students.

Tsuzuru: Probably friends and stuff.

Kumon: It's a group exhibition, so there's a lot of other artwork besides Kazu-san's being displayed.

Muku: Where's Kazu-kun's painting?

Izumi: It should be around here, but...

Kazunari: Ah, guys~!

Yuki: That's him over there.

Kazunari's Father: ?

Kazunari: Papi, these are my friends from the troupe.

Misumi: Oh, it's Kazu's dad!

Muku: Kazu-kun's?

Kazunari's Father: I'm grateful for all of your help.

Izumi: Hello, it's been a while.

Kumon: We're thankful for Kazu-san's help too!

Kazunari: Everyone, check it out. This is my painting!

Muku: Wahh~.... It's beautiful.

Kazunari's Father: You've added even more depth to your work.

Kumon: It's Kazu-san after all, he's amazing!

Kazunari: Thanksies~! Keep it coming! I'm the type of guy who improves with praise!

Yuki: You're getting carried away.

Tsuzuru: Miyoshi-san's paintings are amazing, but the other artwork are all unique too.

Kazunari: Student's who don't think they're ready for solo exhibitions get together and hold events like this.

Kazunari: It's a bit rough around the edges, but it's that mixture of different personalities that gives it such a unique, interesting power, don't ya think?

Tsuzuru: Definitely...

???: ....Miyoshi-san?

Kazunari's Father: Ah, Kosugi-san. I didn't expect to see you here.

Kosugi: I could say the same. Are you here for business?

Kazunari's Father: No, this time I'm here to see my son's painting.

Kazunari's Father: I'd like to introduce you to my son, Kazunari. Along with everyone in his theater troupe.

Kazunari: Hey there.

Kosugi: This painting was done by your son, Miyoshi-san? I'm surprised, it's a very impressive piece.

Kazunari's Father: Thank you very much.

Kosugi: Kazunari-san, do you have any experience with open-call exhibitons?

Kazunari: I haven't done anything like that yet.

Kosugi: Actually, our company is hosting a public exhibition...

Kosugi: Every year we receive tons of applications from the next generation of artists, including both students and graduates. Why don't you apply?

Kazunari's Father: It's called the 'Future Painters National Award Exhibition'. Our company is also a co-sponsor.*

Kazunari: Heh~. Sounds interesting!

Kosugi: It's a great opportunity to catch the attention of many people, and lots of young talents break out into the industry on their own afterwards.

Kosugi: Well then, I'll be going.

Kumon: I just looked up 'Future Painters National Award Exhibition' and it says that first place wins 500,000 yen!

Muku: And if you win, your work is displayed in the National Museum of Art.

Kumon: That's so awesome--!!

Yuki: Winning would be quite an accomplishment.

Kazunari: .....

Staff: Alright, I'll go check-in everything. You can wait here, Sumeragi-kun.

Tenma: I'll be in your care.

Tenma: ....Phew.

Tenma: (Today's filming went smoothly, so tomorrow should also be on schedule--.)

(phone dings)

Tenma: Hm?

Tenma: It's from Igawa...

Tenma: (The location we were filming at was completely off-the-grid, so I couldn't check my phone.)

Tenma: (I wasn't expecting the connection to be so weak, but I guess it helped me be able to concentrate on the shoot.)

Tenma: (I've got some unread messages in the Summer Troupe LIME, too.)

Kumon: Your painting was amazing!

Muku: It was even more amazing than in the pictures! Tenma-kun, you should ask him to show it to you sometime.

Tenma: Heh...

Tenma: (Seems like the exhibition went well.)

Kazunari: GL with your filming, Tenten--!

Yuki: Don't forget our souvenirs~.

Misumi: I'll be waiting for my triangle souvenir~!

Tenma: What's with them.

Director: Sumeragi-kun, good work today.

Tenma: Same to you.

Actor: Are you messaging someone?

Tenma: Ah, well...

Director: It must've been quite inconvenient to not have any signal. Sorry about that.

Tenma: No, it's fine.

Actor: Well, nowadays, it's seem people are intentionally creating that kind of environment by cutting themselves off from social media. A 'digital detox' so to speak.

Director: Come to think of it, I know a screenwriter who did one while he was in a slump.

Director: I've heard it helps people feel more refreshed and inspired.

Actor: Though, Sumeragi-kun is young. I'm sure it would be unbearable for him.

Tenma: I'm fine when it's just a few days like this.

Director: Do you have anyone you message every day? Like a girlfriend, for example.

Tenma: Nothing like that. Ah, but if I had to pick someone, I'd say my the members from my theater troupe. I got a lot of LIME messages earlier--.

Actor: Let me guess, from everyone in Summer Troupe?

Tenma: Huh?

Actor: My wife is actually a fan of Summer Troupe's Hyodo Kumon-kun, I went with her to see 'WONDER RUSH'.

Actor: It was so enjoyable, that I became Summer Troupe's fan too. I also went see the play that Ikaruga-kun is currently performing in as a guest.

Tenma: Really now.

Actor: Director, you also went to see it the other day, 'Bird Island'.

Actor: The boy who played the lark, Ikaruga-kun, belongs to the same troupe as Sumeragi-kun.

Director: Ah, him. He was a good performer, his unique presence really caught my eye.

Actor: Right!

Actor: MANKAI Company also won the Fleur Special Award, so I'm sure that the young actors there, besides Sumeragi-kun, will also gain some fame for themselves in the future.

Actor: Though, for those with no interest in theater, Sumeragi-kun's presence definitely outshines the others.

Tenma: ......

Director: While we’re on the subject, please give my regards to Ikaruga-kun, I'd love to meet him one day.

Director: As a matter of fact, I'm planning on setting up an office. I want to focus on training actors alongside my current work.

Director: I'd like to invite Sumeragi-kun's troupe members to the establishment party.

Tenma: .....I'll definitely look forward to it.

*the name is lit: "national future painting award exhibition" but i found this translation read a lot smoother

bonus no-sprite background because the art is pretty

#a3 #a3 game #a3 translation #my translations #tenma sumeragi #izumi tachibana #misumi ikaruga #muku sakisaka #yuki rurikawa #kazunari miyoshi #kumon hyodo #tsuzuru minagi #sky gallery

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zu-is-here · 3 years

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Hey zuuu! How ya doing??

Hii Gayfish! Great as always, thanks <3 Chilling before the working week (úwù) What about you? ☆

OH btw your greek artwork with Nightmare is awesome!! \(//∇//)\ I remember you drawing him on one of your streams, finally posted *0*

UPD:

Thank youuu! Good luck to you too <3

I mostly did cleaning, washing, mopping, etc. and then I decided to go to the bakery to buy a dessert but when I saw three new boys at the counter... well, they do know a lot about marketing (〃ω〃)♪

Awww that's so nice! (*'▽'*) Have a good family time together <3

French toast? What is it? (ﾟ∀ﾟ) What does it taste like??

He looks so handsome this way, not so happy cause Dream is not with him ;)

Oh it's not a problem at all! xp It's been my pleasure only, and I've also reblogged dreammare works before so don't worry about it <3

Woah— thank you a looot! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Take some love as well╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

An apple tart! So delicious (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) What do you have for a meal? *^*

Oh! Guess I've tried this one (*'▽'*) True, we just call it "egg bun" <3

We all are (๑･̑◡･̑๑)☆

Not yet, but Christmas decorations and gifts are already in stores xp How's it where you are? *^*

Niccce (*´﹃｀*)

Oh I didn't think so far (°▽°) I wish I knew all my plans for the next week XD At least I'll be in the city because of work, drawing as always~ What about you? *^*

Woah! (*'▽'*) Hype is realll~

Have you already done them?? Σ(・∀・)

It's gonna be great! ☆ Good luck!! ᕦ(òwóˇ)ᕤ

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

#updated #ask #zu is happy #love shower *^*

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wheresmynaya · 3 years

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Lost in the Lights Ch.18|Brittana

A/N - Just a little something that yall might find some comfort in today so I’ve written a short epilogue. I’m not usually one for fluff, but I figured we might need it. I’ve always considered writing as something I can do to uphold Naya’s legacy because Santana is apart of that legacy and here, she’s always living her best life.

Thinking of you all today 💙

Available on ff.net (x) ao3 (x) & under the cut!

Once again, Brittany finds herself standing alone in her bedroom surrounded by boxes. It’s a little weird seeing her room looking so bare, but this move doesn’t drudge up the same kind of mournful feelings the last one did. This time there’s excitement, there’s anticipation, there’s –

“Hey B,” Santana gives a little tap at Brittany’s bedroom door. “Need a hand?”

Brittany turns to find Santana giving her that same soft grin she has come to adore. She’s leaned against the door frame, clad in her jean cut-offs and a plain t-shirt, and Brittany’s never been so enamored.

“What?” Santana’s grin widens.

Brittany smirks, “Can’t I check out my hot girlfriend?”

Santana rolls her eyes although her cheeks flush, “Smooth as ever.”

“You know it,” Brittany winks before she goes to zip her suitcase. “You’ll be happy to know that I’ve finally finished packing my room. It’s been a super productive afternoon.”

Santana sputters out a laugh as she glances around Brittany’s bedroom. The walls are bare aside from a couple framed pictures Brittany couldn’t find it in herself to take down. The desk by the window is neat and tidy for once too, but what makes Santana stop are the two gold crowns hanging off of one of Brittany’s football trophies.

“Not taking these?”

Brittany turns to find Santana pulling one off and putting it on. She looks just as regal as she did on Prom night and it makes Brittany’s heart feel so full. She can’t help but reminisce at how beautiful Santana looked all done up – she really took her breath away that night.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Brittany teases, “Too bad Quinn will be at Yale. I’m sure she’s going to miss the constant reminder that we won instead of her and Mike.”

“I can still text her,” Santana quips as she takes off the crown and sets it down where she found it. She goes back to looking around the room again, “It doesn’t look like you in here anymore.”

“Yeah,” Brittany sighs as she looks around too. Her eyes settle on Santana and she begins to grin, “But it’ll be so much fun decorating our own place together. It’ll look like the both of us.”

“True,” Santana grins, “I can’t wait.”

“Me neither!”

“I can’t believe how fast the year went by,” Santana mentions, “It feels like just yesterday that I was jumping off swings with you.”

“You mean head-butting me?” Brittany jokes.

“That too,” Santana laughs, “And now we’re off to college…together.”

“Not just yet,” Brittany reminds her with a pat to her suitcase.

“That’s right,” Santana nods to it, “That everything?

Brittany looks down and smiles, “Yup!”

Santana eyes the lone bag warily, “You’re only bringing one?”

“We’re only going for two weeks,” Brittany replies with a giggle, “You’d be surprised how much I fit in here. Bikinis don’t take up that much space which is a plus.”

She looks to Santana again hoping to see a smile but instead she finds her worrying her bottom lip. It makes Brittany chuckle as she closes the distance between them. Once she’s close enough, her hands land on Santana’s hips.

“Don’t stress,” She tells her sweetly, “That defeats the purpose of a vacation.”

“I’m not stressed,” Santana shrugs, “I’m just wondering…if I packed a little too much now?”

Brittany only giggles before pressing a kiss to Santana’s lips.

“You’re cute,” She says.

Santana only sighs through her smile, “Can you tell I’m a little nervous?”

“A little?”

Santana pouts, “This is my first big road trip. I didn’t want to forget anything.”

Brittany wraps her arms around Santana, holding her close, “I’m sure you’ve got everything and if not we can always buy stuff. You know Florida does have a mall, right?”

Santana was a little hesitant about joining the Pierce Family on their vacation back down to Florida for Summer break because she didn’t want to intrude on their family time, she’s so considerate like that. Brittany couldn’t imagine spending two whole weeks without her though, even Pete and Whitney begged for Santana to go.

Plus, it was the perfect opportunity to show her around Brittany’s old stomping grounds and most importantly, take her to one of her favorite places. With all of that taken into consideration, Santana couldn’t find it in her to deny Brittany this. She also didn’t mind getting out of Lima for the Summer, beats tanning by the pool alone.

“Babe, this is going to be great,” Brittany says earnestly, “It’s going to be relaxing and we’ll get to spend so much time together doing all kinds of fun things. It’ll be exactly what we need before we have to leave for Columbus, because you know once we get there it’ll be all work. I’ll have to start football training again and you’ll have cheer conditioning.”

“You’re right. Ohio State doesn’t mess around,” Santana nods as she begins smiling again, “This’ll be great. I’ve never been on vacation like this before.”

“Neither,” Brittany grins before grabbing her suitcase again. “Let’s go. We’ve got a lot of road to cover.”

Brittany and Santana decide to drive Santana’s car down to Florida ahead of Whitney and Pete who are catching a flight a couple days later. They take several pit stops along the way, making sure to snap silly photos by all of the state line signs so Santana can text them to Maribel and Hector to keep them updated on their adventure so far.

It probably takes them twice as long to make the trip, but it’s well worth it when Brittany gets to watch Santana’s eyes brighten as they finally cross the Florida state line.

“It’s so much different than Lima,” Santana says as she stares out the window at all the passing palm trees, their fronds waving hello in the warm breeze as they drive by.

Brittany only glances over with this cheek-bunching grin before she’s back to concentrating on the road ahead.

A while later, they pull up to the rental Whitney organized and this time Brittany’s the one who’s in awe.

“No way!” She exclaims as she triple checks the address her mom gave.

“What is it?” Santana questions.

“I used to point this house out all the time when we lived here,” Brittany tells her, “Pete and I called it the Unicorn House because of the pink shutters and the baby blue door. We always thought it was so cool, the most colorful house on the beach. I had no idea it was a rental!”

Santana smiles, “Well let’s go check it out.”

Relieved to stretch their legs and really start their vacation in the sun, Santana and Brittany make quick work of unloading the car and moving everything inside. Just like Brittany figured, the inside of the house was just as cool as the outside. All modern fixtures, colorful artwork decorating the walls, but the real attention-grabber was the view.

“Wow,” They said in unison as they approached the back sliding doors that led out onto the terrace. It was nothing but white sand and clear blue water.

“Let’s open it,” Brittany says and goes to pull open the glass door. There’s a light breeze and the scent of saltwater. Brittany smiles into it; she can’t believe how much she’s missed this.

Lima’s been great to her, it’s the place she met the most perfect girl ever, but this place will always hold a special spot in her heart too. As she glances to her side at her girlfriend, her smile grows because now she gets to share it with her too.

“What do you say we make a quick run to the shops so we can have breakfast out there?” Brittany suggest with a grin, “We can unpack and stuff later.”

“Sounds awesome,” Santana replies, “When’s your mom and Pete flying in again?”

“Tomorrow afternoon,” Brittany says as she gives a little tug at Santana’s shirt, “We’ve got the whole place to ourselves until then.”

Santana’s grin widens, “Even better.”

They decide to load up on fresh fruit, because after so many hours of fast food and gas station snacks they are dying for something healthy. Together they walk the aisles hand in hand, stopping every so often to add something to the basket Brittany carries.

It’s not their first trip to the store together, but it feels different this time knowing that it’s just them. Everyone they know is back in Lima, so doing something like grocery shopping together in Florida makes them feel so grown up and independent.

For a second, Brittany wonders if this is what it’ll feel like once they move away together for college. She’s sure the novelty of it all is bound to wear off the more they do it, but for now she leans into the excitement of it. The thought makes her feel giddy inside because she can’t picture herself doing such a routine thing with anyone other than Santana.

“Should we get anything else?” Santana wonders after adding a punnet of blueberries to the basket.

Brittany looks at their haul so far and shakes her head, “Nah. We can just order take out later if we want?”

Santana nods and they make their way to the check out lane.

Back at the rental, Santana’s in the kitchen getting all of their fruits washed and cut up when Brittany reappears clad in her bright pink bikini.

“Okay! Your turn,” She calls out as she makes her way into the kitchen.

Santana does a quick glance up to reply then does a double take when she sees what Brittany has on. Her jaw drops at the sight and she nearly cuts off a finger!

“Woah,” Santana says in time as her eyes rake up Brittany’s tone figure, “I was not prepared.”

“Should I put on a shirt?” Brittany jokes.

“No, no,” Santana’s quick to respond, “No shirts. You can stay just like that.”

Brittany blushes as Santana continues checking her out. It makes her feel warm all over and a little confident too because usually Santana’s the one getting her worked up. It’s a nice change when the tables are turned.

“So, you want to go change and I’ll finish here?” Brittany asks.

Santana’s still staring as Brittany comes closer. She doesn’t even blink until Brittany’s tapping at the bottom of her chin with this smug grin on her face.

“Hmm?” She hums, “What?”

“Do you want to go change now?”

Santana smirks as she pulls Brittany in and pins her against the counter, “It’s not really the first thing on my mind right now.”

“Oh?” Brittany’s grin turns devilish.

Santana bites her bottom lip as she plays with the knot at Brittany’s hip. “The extra football training you’ve been doing is really paying off. Like I’ve always thought you were the hottest girl to ever walk the surface of the Earth, but damn.”

“Go change,” Brittany tells her with a giggle. “We’ll never get to the beach at this rate.”

“Fine by me,” Santana teases as she wraps her arms around Brittany’s waist and starts littering her neck with soft kisses. “Like so fine by me.”

Brittany struggles because having Santana’s lips on her is always kind of like kryptonite, but her desire to experience Santana’s first trip to the beach outweighs spending the rest of the morning wrapped up in bedsheets. Call her crazy, but they’ve got all day to mess around meanwhile the sun’s only out for so long.

“Baby, as good as this feels,” Brittany sighs as she pulls away. She stares down at Santana lovingly, “I really want to take you to the beach first. Just you and me.”

Santana cutely pouts and it has Brittany giggling.

“Come on,” She says with a little pinch at Santana’s side, “I think it’ll be worth it.”

“I think it opens up lots of opportunities to be a tease,” Santana complains jokingly.

“Good thing we won’t be far from here then,” Brittany winks in return.

Once Santana finally got changed, she met Brittany back in the kitchen where the blonde had packed a bag with their breakfast and a couple bottles of water along with their beach towels. Brittany had her sunglasses sitting atop her head, her long blonde hair free from its messy bun from earlier.

“Ready?” She asked excitedly.

Santana only grinned as she reached for Brittany’s hand to hold and together they made their way down the wooden terrace steps until their bare feet met warm sand. Brittany was already headed for the coastline, but Santana stopping held her back. She turned, wondering if Santana forgot something, when she realized it wasn’t that at all.

Santana never felt the feeling of sand between her toes before.

A smile formed on Brittany’s face as she watched Santana wiggle her toes. It was only for a moment, a little excited squeak of a giggle escaping the brunette before she looked up again – ready to go. Brittany only wrapped her arm around Santana’s shoulders, kissing the top of her head as they started to walk again.

Picking the perfect spot was always something Brittany took pretty seriously, but on this section of the beach – any spot was perfect. They were just far enough away from the popular areas so it wasn’t too crowded where they were.

“I’ve never seen water so blue,” Santana admires as she stares at the crashing waves. “Beats the lake in Lima.”

“Definitely,” Brittany chuckles.

They end up laying out their blanket a few yards away from the water so they don’t have to walk very far to get in. While Santana smooths out the blanket, Brittany sets down their bag and starts to pull out their towels and breakfast.

Together, they sit side by side and share from one bowl Santana found in the kitchen. It’s a mix of all the fruit they picked up earlier and with their feet in the sand and the sound of the waves and seagulls in the distance they’ve never felt so at peace.

“Is it true that you have to wait thirty minutes after eating before you can swim?” Brittany wonders aloud. She’s resting back on her elbows, her legs outstretched but she’s still too far away to touch the water.

Santana shrugs, “I have no idea. Probably should though just to be safe.”

“True,” Brittany grins as Santana lies back too.

She’s already starting to tan and Brittany can’t take her eyes off of her. It’s almost like this is too good to be true and she finds herself reaching out to touch just to make sure.

Once their thirty minutes are up, Brittany’s on her feet trying to coax Santana into the water but who knew she’d put up such a fight?

“We didn’t come all this way to just sit in the sand,” Brittany teases as she tugs on Santana’s hand, “Come on.”

“That water is about to be cold as hell. No thank you!”

“Hell isn’t cold, Santana.”

“You know what I mean,” Santana then gets up when she finally breaks out of Brittany’s hold, “Now way I’m getting in.”

“But it’s not even cold,” Brittany replies although she’s not really sure since she hasn’t tested it for herself. “Why are you picking right now to play hard to get?”

“You haven’t seen nothing yet!” Santana jokes before taking off.

Brittany laughs the whole time as Santana ducks and dodges her advances until Brittany’s speed finally does her in. Soon she’s got Santana cradled in her arms bridal-style, carrying her towards the water like she weighs nothing.

“Britt! Brittany! Don’t you dare!” Santana chastises between laughs, “I don’t want to get my hair wet!”

Brittany only stomps her way through the water, “Who goes to the beach and doesn’t want to get their hair wet? That’s silly, San!”

“Me, that’s who!” Santana giggles but she stops putting up a fight and just wraps her arms around Brittany’s shoulders.

Their faces are so close with the way Brittany holds her that their noses brush when the blonde suddenly looks to her. Really, she’s checking if Santana’s actually being serious because if so then she’ll happily take her back to shore but if not it’s fair game. Instead though, she gets sidetracked by the brilliant smile she wears and how beautiful she looks with her hair down.

“I won’t get you wet if that’s really what you want,” Brittany says innocently but there’s a mischievous glint in her eye too.

She’s standing still waist-deep in the water and Santana’s butt is barely touching the surface. Brittany does her best to hop so that the incoming waves don’t splash her which is pretty nice of her with all things considered. She could totally be that person and drop her without a second thought.

“Well, when you say it like that…” Santana starts to smirk.

Brittany lets out a laugh before she leans in for a kiss.

It was meant to be a distraction, but it ended up way steamier than she intended as she slowly sank to her knee so that they both dipped below the surface. She could feel Santana’s teeth sink into her bottom lip from the initial shock of the water temperature but then it was soothed by her tongue gliding over the nip.

“See?” Brittany teases, “Not that cold.”

Santana only rolls her eyes as Brittany adjusts her hold. She goes from cradling Santana to having her straddle her lap instead. It’s a much riskier position than before, but neither of them complain.

As they get acclimated to the water, they slowly move from kissing to playfully splashing at each other as they wade around. They go back and forth like that for awhile until they move back to the shore to get their tan on.

“I’m having slight regrets that we’ll be going to school in Ohio,” Santana mentions awhile later as they lie on their stomachs, “Must be nice living close to a beach.”

Brittany grins, “So you’re liking your first trip then?”

“Baby, I love it,” Santana replies happily and leans over to kiss her cheek, “And I love you.”

“I love you too,” Brittany coos before she gets to thinking, “If you love it that much we can always transfer down here? I’m pretty sure there’s a few schools here that would love to poach me. You too.”

“So tempting,” Santana chuckles.

They lie like that for awhile longer before the sun gets to be a little much and they head back to the rental.

It’s one of Brittany’s favorite feelings, that tiredness after spending the day at the beach, and she coaxes Santana into the shower with her to get rid of all the sand and saltwater. Despite finally getting each other this close without any barriers between them, they’re both too tired to actually make any moves.

Instead, they take turns standing underneath the cool water and washing off any residual sand.

Afterwards, they slip into something loose and tumble into bed with a yawn. They don’t even bother getting under the sheets first, their sun-kissed skin still warm from the shower. The just cuddle up to one another and doze off within minutes.

Hours later, Brittany awakes to Santana tracing her finger along the bridge of her nose. She blinks away the last bit of sleepiness and looks around the room, surprised to see it drenched in hues of orange and gold from the setting sun.

“I think you might’ve gotten sunburnt,” Santana mentions softly, “Your cheeks are a little pink.”

Brittany touches them bashfully, “Yeah. They do that after I’m out too long. Doesn’t hurt though, I put on sunscreen before.”

“Okay,” Santana smiles as her hand moves to rest on Brittany’s hip.

The blonde looks to the window, “What time is it?”

“Almost eight.”

“Shit,” Brittany curses, “I didn’t meant to sleep for that long.”

“It’s okay. You were tired,” Santana replies as she starts circling Brittany’s hipbone, “Hungry?”

There’s a familiar rasp in Santana’s voice and it has Brittany leaning in ever so slightly. She knows that tone, she’s been quite familiar with it since the night she won a championship title with the Titans. It’s come to be a favorite of hers.

“Starving,” Brittany smirks.

Santana bites her lip, “Good.”

“We can order a pizza,” Brittany husks as she slips her thigh between Santana’s, “I know just the place. They’re notorious for taking way too long but the pizza manages to always be hot still.”

“Perfect,” Santana smirks before she’s closing the distance.

The next day, they have a bit of a sleep in due to their…activities carrying on pretty late into the night. Free house to themselves? Of course they couldn’t pass up the opportunity, but they’re well-rested and get up to do a tidy of the house before going to pick up Pete and Whitney from the airport.

Again, Brittany feels that same feeling from the day before when she and Santana were out shopping for breakfast. She can’t help but notice how easy it is for them to fall into such a domestic routine. It makes her feel so grown up, like it was just a couple weeks ago that she was graduating and sure she’s always been pretty independent but it’s different with Santana by her side.

When they get to the airport, they’re only waiting for a little while before Pete’s excitedly waving at them with Whitney trailing behind him. There’s hugs all around when they finally meet before they make their way to baggage claim.

“Did you have fun on the plane ride over?” Santana asks Pete.

“It was okay,” Pete shrugs, “Kind of bumpy but mom let me play games on her phone.”

“Nice,” Santana grins.

“Yup! Did you have fun driving here? Wait, did you guys go to the beach already?” Pete asks as he looks to his sister, “Britt’s cheeks are pink.”

Brittany’s eyes widen, “Uh…”

“We might’ve gone for a little bit,” Santana admits and watches Pete start to frown. He was pretty adamant about them waiting for him but Santana’s quick to recover, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t go again today! You’ll have to check with your mom first.”

Pete’s face fills with a mega-watt smile, so similar to Brittany’s it’s crazy.

“She’ll totally say yes,” He tells Santana, “Mom loves the beach too!”

“Sweet,” Santana grins.

“Alright, we just need to pick up the rental car and we’re out of here,” Whitney says as Brittany follows behind with Pete’s little suitcase.

“You didn’t have to rent a car,” Santana tells her, “I told you I was okay with sharing mine.”

“You’re too kind, honey,” Whitney smiles, “But I’m sure you girls will want to explore the area too.”

Santana just nods as Brittany comes up beside her, their fingers twining so casually.

“Speaking of rentals,” Brittany mentions, “I can’t believe you got the Unicorn House! It’s so cool.”

“We’re staying at the Unicorn House?” Pete asks eagerly. Brittany nods to him and he just about combusts, “No way! That’s the coolest house on the beach!”

“Totally,” Brittany winks, “It’s even cooler inside. Just you wait and see.”

They all head to the rental house and it takes everyone no time at all before they’re making their way out to the beach. Everyone except Whitney who runs to the store for snacks and something to eat for dinner because apparently they can’t have pizza two nights in a row despite Brittany and Pete’s protesting.

Again, it’s nice to just lounge in the sun and cool off in the water whenever they want. Pete’s here too while Whitney’s at the store and Santana watches adoringly as he and Brittany toss their favorite football back and forth.

“Babe! Come play with us,” Brittany calls out to her as she tosses the football to Pete in a perfect spiral.

“Yeah! Come play, Santana!” Pete chimes in.

“I’m fine getting my tan on from here,” Santana answers then starts to smirk at Brittany. The way her muscles tense whenever she throws the ball or how her arms flex, it leaves Santana’s mouth dry, “The view’s not so bad either.”

Brittany lets out a laugh as she readies for Pete to throw the ball back. She’d have to agree about the view though, hers isn’t so bad too with Santana laid out in her maroon bikini on their beach blanket, skin glistening with sweat. She swallows dryly as her thoughts start to wander to the night before.

“Britt!” Pete shouts, “Look out!”

Brittany looks up and catches the football just in time before she’s thumped in the head with it. Good thing her reflexes are as sharp as ever!

“Careful baby,” Santana smirks before she’s rolling onto her stomach to even out her tan.

Brittany only narrows her eyes playfully before she’s throwing another perfect spiral in Pete’s direction.

Once Whitney joins them, Pete goes from playing with Brittany to splashing in the shallow water with their mom. Brittany sits alongside Santana where they both share a bag of chips and watch Pete’s splashes get bigger and bigger.

“You’re so cute with him,” Santana mentions.

Brittany raises her brow, “Speak for yourself.”

Santana lets out a disbelieving laugh, “Right.”

“You are,” Brittany urges with a bump to Santana’s shoulder, “He loves spending time with you. Not as much as I do, of course.”

“Of course.”

“You ever wish you had a younger sibling?” Brittany wonders.

“God, no. Never,” Santana jokes before softening, “But seeing you two kind of makes me second guess it. Then again, Pete’s cool so you’re lucky.”

“True,” Brittany giggles. There’s another pause before Brittany speaks up again in a softer tone, “Thanks for coming out on this trip with us. I know you were a little iffy at first, but it wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” Santana replies with this smitten little grin on her face. “We should totally make this an annual thing.”

“Coming back here?”

“Yeah,” Santana nods, “It’s like our reset button. No matter how busy or crazy it gets wherever we are, we can always come back here and just – reset. It would be nice.”

Brittany starts to smile. Santana mentioning doing something every year means she anticipates them being together for a really long time which duh but making plans like that in advance makes it all feel a little more real. She always thought her strong feelings might’ve been a little exaggerated since they’re young and love always feels so all-encompassing, but then Santana goes and says something like that.

This love, it’s bigger than she thought. Maybe it’s even one of those forever kinds of love and that kind of thinking makes Brittany happier than ever.

“We can totally do that,” Brittany agrees before she leans in for a chaste kiss. She can feel Santana smiling too against her lips and she’s never felt more complete.

Whatever this upcoming year plans to throw their way, whether it be on the field or in the classroom or even at home, Brittany’s totally ready for it.

Because together, well…anything is still possible.

#Lost in the Lights #LITL #Brittana #Brittana fanfiction #fanfics

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A Twinkle in the Dark | Muku Sakisaka

This is my zine piece for A3 Tarot Zine! It was my first time writing for a zine and for Muku. I revised this a lot of times because on the first few months, I direly needed to fix my writing, and most of all, my instincts always told me that I could still improve. I really hope I portrayed Muku well. Anyway, I’m thankful for this experience and I will use it to improve more!

To commence, I am now open for requests! Please see the rules. (UPDATE: I am closed for requests)

Check out the fantastic artworks and fan fics here!

There is also an AO3 Collection of A3 Tarot Zine fan fics! I think the name collection is ‘A3 Tarot Zine.’ However, I can’t add mine there since I don’t have an account :”D

A mere injury. It took a mere injury for him to quit the track and field club.

It has been weeks, yet the scar on his heart still dripped blood. He shut his eyes as he felt a subtle throb from his right foot. Muku hugged his legs close to his chest. It wasn’t a mere injury at all. How could it be, when it was the main reason his dream was shattered to tiny pieces? They can only be swept away into the dark corners of the bin, never to see the light again.

At the corner of his eye, Muku jumped as he noticed the vibrant colors of his room began to dissipate. When Muku adjusted his position, his eyebrows furrowed. His feet almost touched the edge of the bed, which is odd. Looking down, he gasped as he saw the bed slowly shrinking. But not only that. All of the objects, even his room, began to dwindle.

Muku bolted to his feet and opened the door. However, instead of marble tiles, his feet pressed on black soil.

Muku slowly looked up.

Monochrome hues tinted his surroundings, but what made Muku’s hair stand on its end were lifeless trees towering over him. Their long and horrifyingly thin trunks acted as their bodies, while the hole served as an eye empty of white. He trembled as their branches looked like claws that would ensnare him once in reach.

But what caught his eye are the words roughly carved on the trunks.

Those memories he locked inside his mind bursted open. He remembered his ankle suddenly tilting during a running session that made his body stumble on the ground. His mind was still familiar with his reaction at the sight - wide eyes, goosebumps, and rapid beating of his heart.

Just like what he was currently feeling.

His mind urged him to run far away and escape from this horrible world. However, his body betrayed him as he sunk to his knees.

His (former) teammates had hopes that he would be the ace. They cheered him on, saying he deserved it. Until that moment, he didn’t know two words could dissipate those hopes into thin air and make him live miserably.

‘I quit.’

He didn’t know what time he slept again, but the horrid image he saw on the mirror hanging on the wall told it. His pale skin made him qualified to be a ghost in addition to the dark eyebags dangling underneath his eyes.

He knew he needed to rest, however, he wanted to read a new manga in hopes of relieving him from ‘that.’

Muku slowly stood up, approaching the tall bookshelf beside his study desk on the side. The bookshelf was full of books of all sorts, with the manga leading in number. His eyes scanned every title until it landed on one.

He touched the spine of the manga, his fingers ghosting over the smooth texture. Then he removed it from the shelf. Muku inspected the cover. He swooned as he saw the protagonist’s crown on his head, cape draped on his shoulders, and the sword beside his hip. Then he blushed as there was a woman in a dress with a bright grin that outshined the Sun behind them.

When Muku opened it, it was as if his time became parallel to the prince's world. He cheered for the protagonist when he fought a gruesome battle to protect his lady. There was also a scene wherein the prince confessed. Not only his lover cried at his words, but even the reader himself.

Muku gasped as his surroundings suddenly changed. The trees embodying the monsters appeared with that horrid word still carved on them. However, they seemed to be bolder and bigger as if they wanted it engraved in his soul.

‘I still failed to be an ace.’ Muku choked as he attempted to hold back his tears. However, each of them escaped from his eyes. He abruptly sat on the ground, wailing out to the silent world. His heart hurt. It felt like someone wanted to rip it out and mercilessly step on it.

Through his blurry vision, he saw a twinkling light an inch before him. Its radiating glow was like a spell that stopped the flow of his tears. Muku blinked as he wiped his tears with his hand. Somehow, the twinkle glimmered like a crown as the father laid it on his son. The sunlight beamed on the crown as if approving the newly-crowned prince.

Muku’s eyes slowly widened. He opened his mouth but closed it again. Can he pursue a dream again? What if the same thing will happen? However, being a prince looked so cool like in the shojo manga, especially when he still faced battles despite losing several times. Muku wanted to be cool too.

“I don’t know if I can, but . . .” When Muku stood up, he directly looked at the twinkle. “I want to be a prince.”

When his finger touched it, his body began to fade into a white glow. With a smile, he never noticed the word carved on the trees fading.

This was the first step in becoming a prince, but Muku was already trembling as the lights glared at him. He tried to take deep breaths to calm his racing heart, except all air was forced out of him as the Director called their attention.

Then the words that came out from her made Muku blink. He, a good-for-nothing who can’t even say good morning confidently, will act alongside Tenma Sumeragi? But that thought disappeared when Kazunari, whom he just met minutes ago, wrapped an arm around him with a warm grin on his face.

However, once rehearsals started, Muku was already walking on eggshells. He always stuttered out his lines, and when Tenma pointed that out, Muku’s stammering worsened.

“I can’t deal with all of you, especially you, Sakisaka!” Tenma yelled before slamming the door shut on his way out.

Does he even have the right to act any more after being told that? His surroundings dimmed at that thought.

Muku sat on his bed, a depressive sigh escaping past his lips. He glanced down at his script with multiple sticky notes peeking between the pages. His hand reached out to it, but he stopped. It felt sinful - an unworthy actor touching a script.

Muku was about to turn away, but a small light suddenly bursted in between the pages. Out of curiosity, he opened it. Seeing his name alongside his role ‘Sinbad’, he remembered - Tsuzuru wrote the roles with them in thought, and the others were working hard to show the best play. Tenma was right - it was because of his lack of confidence that practices weren’t improving. He hindered them from performing their best, and he knew he needed to do something.

Kazunari, who was silently sitting on his bed the whole time, noticed him. “Mukkun, are you alright?”

Muku nodded. “Yes! Thank you, Kazu-kun.”

Kazunari didn’t mirror his expression. “You sure? I’m all ears.”

“Yes, but I will work hard to meet everyone’s expectations!”

And so, before Muku slept, he stood in front of the mirror with the script and a red pencil in hand. In the first days, red lines were frequently scribbled under the dialogues. Nevertheless, the image of his team’s and audience’s smiles made him practice until he got the right feel. Kazunari sometimes joined him, adjusting his pitch and making dramatic gestures when reciting lines of other characters. The first time that happened, the session only ended with laughs. But as time passed, the red in his script quickly lessened and the exchanges looked more natural.

Though there was still a crucial step needed to be done.

Once Muku got to borrow ‘The Arabian Nights’, he spent his free time reading the whole volume. People always see that thick book close to his face to the point Yuki told him that the book would become a part of his face one day. But if it will help his troupe mates, Muku wouldn't mind. However, he didn't expect it would be during the Summer Camp, which the director planned for a change of environment.

The other members and Director stood at the sidelines while Tenma and Yuki stood at the center of the wide rehearsal room. The marble floor reflected their image while their dialogue exchanges resonating in the room.

“That’s not how you say it,” the leader suddenly said. “Scheherazade’s about to marry the king.”

Yuki turned around, his brows furrowed. “So what if she is?”

"Um, I know. . ." Muku, then, explained Scheherazade’s story of how she told stories with indefinite endings to keep herself alive after marrying the King. Yuki nodded his head - being forced to marry an executioner, how miserable can your life be (if ever you’ll have a life after)?

“I’ll give you credit for that,” Tenma said.

Then Yuki called the boy. “Tell me more about the story later for the costumes.”

Muku grinned. “Yes!”

After a delicious dinner of the director's curry, all of the troupe members gathered outside. The moon and stars greeted them with their light, making all of them illuminate.

Matsukawa raised both of the plastic bags in his hand, a grin plastered on his face. “Summer is nothing without fireworks!”

“Awesome, Sukecchi!” Kazunari said. “Guys, let’s go!”

“Will there be triangle fireworks?” Misumi asked while following Kazunari. All of them lined up towards Matsukawa to get one sparkler. Kazunari was the last as he set up the other fireworks on the ground.

“When those explode, bits will go into your head,” Yuki warned. The others laughed it off, but the leader gulped.

When Kazunari was doing the countdown with the lit-up matchstick in his hand, Tenma grabbed a helmet out of nowhere and pushed Muku down. “Get down!”

“Woah!”

Loud crackling sounds rang throughout the camping site. Tenma shut his eyes the whole time, his hands securing his helmet while his arms covered his ears. Suddenly, a finger poked his arm. “T-Tenma-kun…”

Once Tenma opened his eyes, he inspected Muku for burns, which he sighed in relief when he found none.

As Tenma pulled Muku to stand, Yuki cackled. He clutched his stomach, tears almost spilling from his eyes. “I can’t believe the hack fell for it!”

Tenma gawked at him. “Wh-wha…”

Misumi cheekily giggled that infected Kazunari, until all of them were laughing. However, it was uncertain whether it’s because of Tenma’s gullibility or simply out of happiness. For Muku, it was the latter.

A warm feeling bloomed inside him as he looked at each of his new friends. Muku never thought he would be able to break free from the hopelessness until he met them. Before, he was a boy who let his mistakes overwhelm him. Now, he’s someone who chases his dream even when he falls. A smile formed on his lips. They helped him grow through acting - an endeavor he did not consider before dreaming to be a prince.

Another batch of fireworks painted the night sky, but Muku’s eyes were focused on the twinkle that adorned the vast. They were bright, like the hope he saw within his friends.

Muku closed his eyes, letting the tears pour out as he thanked the twinkle in the dark.

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! actor training game #a3! game #muku sakisaka #tenma sumeragi #yuki rurikawa #kazunari miyoshi #misumi ikaruga #a3! imagines #a3! scenarios #a3! tarot zine #aimee write

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By the Power of the Moon

Title: By the Power of the Moon

Author: OnceABlueMoon

Rating: G

Pairing: Sailor Moon & Sawada Tsunayoshi

Tags/Warnings: None

Prompt: Sun day: shocking reveals for @khrrarepairweek

Summary: Sailor Moon is in town! Too bad he has curly sideburns.

Inspired by zurre’s artwork on twitter!

AO3 link

The day is hot, the sun shining down in hot waves, the streets nearly deserted. Everybody’s hiding in the shade at home, sitting beside their fans in their workplaces, or, in the case of Namimori Chuu’s pupils, just leaving the school. The warmth makes them lazy and lethargic. Where there would normally be some natural chattering, there is now only silence.

And outcry breaks it.

‘’Sailor Moon is in town!’’

It’s Ryohei. He’s run to town and back already in the time that the others had put on their outside shoes. Tsuna sighs, and contemplates how he can slip into the crowd and avoid this whole debacle-to-be because he knows his friends. He sees an opening as the crowd starts to talk about the outburst, but Gokudera suddenly has an iron grip on his shoulder. ‘’Juudaime,’’ he hisses, ‘’Sailor Moon! That’s almost as cool as an UMA!’’

‘’Oni-chan!’’ Kyoko rushes forward, clutching her brother’s arm, her eyes sparkling. ‘’Really, Sailor Moon?’’

Hana reluctantly follows her, as Gokudera drags both Tsuna and Yamamoto closer to the happening.

‘’Uhuh!’’ Now the siblings are just enthusiastically nodding at each other.

Tsuna likes Kyoko-chan, he really does… But sometimes he wonders what her parents are like, to have produced two children like this, before he decides he really, really doesn’t want to know.

Hana raises a sceptical eyebrow. ‘’Doesn’t Sailor Moon live in, like, Tokyo? That’s a long way from here, Sasagawa.’’

Gokudera clears his throat. ‘’Technically, we don’t know where Sailor Moon lives, but yes, she generally appears in the Tokyo area. Azabu-Juban has the most sightings.’’

Hana levelled with him a look. ‘’You follow a Sailor Moon sightings site too, now?’’

Gokudera turned red but kept his nose in the air. ‘’So what?!’’

Tsuna, refraining from pinching his nose bridge, gets between them before it can escalate. ‘’Guys, please. What do you even want to do about this?’’

Haru pops up behind the Sasagawa siblings, nearly giving Tsuna a heart attack. ‘’HIEEEEEE!’’ Clutching his chest, he tries to calm down. ‘’Where did YOU come from?’’

‘’Haru came from the gate, desu!’’

Gokudera narrowed his eyes at her. ‘’You, woman. I’m pretty sure you actually use some kind of teleportation, most likely tied to Sasagawa junior’s shadow.’’

Haru scowls. ‘’That’s not Haru’s point, desu! Haru thinks we should search for Sailor Moon! Haru wants to show her Haru’s Sailor Venus cosplay!’’

Hana, always seeing an opportunities to get rid of the people around her, immediately grabs Kyoko, shoves her under one arm and Haru under the other and says: ‘’Great idea! We’re pairing up and looking for her! I’m with Kyoko and Haru! Keep your phone on hand to call the rest of us if you find her!’’ And they’re gone.

Tsuna is honestly kind of jealous of her ability to just… nope out of everything around her.

Ryohei grabs a protesting Gokudera and is also off, leaving Tsuna with Yamamoto. All things considered, Yamamoto is probably the most fun person to do this with, because he’s not likely to take it seriously. At all.

On cue, Yamamoto starts to laugh and says: ‘’Let’s go then, Tsuna! We can’t let them beat us as the find-Sailor-Moon game!’’

Tsuna can’t help but smile a little as they walk into town. His friends might be a crazy bunch, but they’re his crazy bunch.

When Ryohei and Gokudera find Sailor Moon, they don’t text. They don’t call. No, instead Ryohei unearths a bellow from his gut, unearths it from somewhere so deep inside there, that they hear it on the other side of town. Gokudera’s cry is only a few decibels below that, but considerably more high-pitched.

Yamamoto, upon hearing it, immediately starts to run towards it, forever ready to be amused by Gokudera’s mercurial moods. Tsuna can’t help but laugh at the eager glint in his eyes, quickly following.

When they arrive at the scene of the crime, they find Gokudera fanning himself, sitting down and leaning against the fountain, Ryohei doing jumping jacks beside him.

‘’I am,’’ he says, sweat rolling down his face, ‘’EXTREMELY pumped up!’’

‘’We saw,’’ Gokudera pauses, face red, as if to build up suspense, ‘’SAILOR MOON!’’ He swoons a little.

‘’Woah!’’ Ryohei supports his back. ‘’Please don’t faint again, Octopus-head!’’

Gokudera glares up at him. ‘’It’s that I have this autograph from her here that I need to protect with my LIFE, or I would definitely punch you for that!’’

Ryohei gestures at him to come closer. ‘’Please do, Octopus-head! The boxing club can always use more members! Throw the best punch you have at me!’’

Gokudera scowls. ‘’Did you listen to a single word I just said that did not contain the word ‘’punch’’?’’

Ryohei just shadow boxes at him. Tsuna is about fifty per cent sure that he’s just doing it to wind Gokudera up at this point, but he’s not going to point that little factoid out. He’d like to be able to sleep tonight without having to put headphones on because there were explosions all around town as Gokudera kept pursuing Ryohei.

‘’So,’’ he says, because contrary to popular belief, he does have tricks to distract his friends, even if controlling his rambunctious bunch is a pipe dream. ‘’You guys saw Sailor Moon?’’

Gokudera nods. ‘’She was so beautiful. Like you wouldn’t believe, Juudaime! Her shiny blonde hair, her tiara, her keen sense of justice…’’ Then he frowns. ‘’She was a little smaller than I thought she’d be, but I suppose only seeing her on camera would do that…’’

Tsuna’s phone vibrates in his pocket, so while Yamamoto pokes fun at Gokudera, he checks his texts. ‘’Yamamoto, quit winding him up! If you want a chance to see Sailor Moon, Haru just texted me they found her three streets over! Apparently, she’s giving a concert!’’

‘’Hop on the Onii-chan express!’’ Ryohei bellows, before grabbing all three of them, and taking off. Gokudera, under his left arm, is cursing. On top of his shoulders, Yamamoto is laughing, madly and unholy, like the heathen he is. Tsuna, under his right arm, is pretty much crying. Why are they like this?!

As they get closer, they can actually hear Sailor Moon’s voice. It’s very high and slightly squeaky. Vaguely familiar, too, but Tsuna’s seen her on tv enough that that’s probably just because she’s on the news so frequently. Everybody loves a magical girl, after all. Tsuna’s own mom is still pretty disappointed that he wasn’t a girl with magical girl potential. No, Tsuna got the magic mafia powers. God damn it.

Ah, there they are. Sailor Moon is on top of a building, singing her heart out to a J-pop song. The crowd below her is waving their hands along with it. There seems to be a spotlight on her. Tsuna has no idea where she got that, nor how it is even effective on such a bright sunny day. He spots Haru, Kyoko and Hana in the crowd, swaying along, arms entwined. Even Hana has a big smile on her face. The sight of it makes something inside Tsuna’s chest soften, slowly warming up his whole body.

Smiling, he looks up at Sailor Moon. She is indeed smaller than she looks on television, but that’s probably because she’s standing on a building and they are standing in the street below it. Her blonde hair does gleam in her weird, unnatural spotlights, and Tsuna’s eyes glide up over her popular sailor suit to her green tiara with eyes.

Wait- what?! Green tiara with eyes?! It couldn’t be- no, Leon wouldn’t.

Tsuna clenches his fists. Oh no. Whenever one thinks ‘’Leon wouldn’t,’’ they always, always have to take into account that Reborn would. Stomach filled with dread, he forces himself to look at the side of Sailor Moon’s face, and yes, there they are. The curly sideburns.

The entirety of Namimori came out into the sweltering summer heat to see Reborn perform in Sailor Moon cosplay. He facepalms. Maybe he could sink into the floor or something and Reborn wouldn’t notice? Maybe he could pretend not to know him or something.

‘’Wow!’’ Ryohei shouts. ‘’A TV crew! Extremely awesome! We might be on TV along with Sailor Moon!’’

No, Tsuna starts crying. His shame will be immortalized.

‘’Hey, that’s not me!’’ Staring at the TV in her living room back in Tokyo, Tsukino Usagi gapes.

‘Sailor Moon spotted in Namimori, giving a J-Pop concert!’ the headline below the footage reads.

Beside her on the couch, Luna meows. ‘’Duh! You don’t sing nearly that well.’’

Usagi’s offended screech is heard by exactly no one, except her little brother, who is hiding in his room and pretending she does not exist out of sheer embarrassment.

Many, many miles away, Tsuna feels a strange kinship for someone he has never met, and probably never will meet.

It will remain a mystery, to all those below the moon, for many years to come.

#khr #khrrarepairweek2020 #sawada tsunayoshi & tsukino usagi #fanfiction #sun day #day 3 #shocking reveals #crossover #sailor moon #onceabluemoonwrites fic #sawada tsunayoshi #tsukino usagi #reborn

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Cabin In The Woods|| Luce and Remmy

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @divineluce and @whatsin-yourhead SUMMARY: Remmy and Luce subvert at least a few horror movie tropes.

Driving down the stretch of highway that led out of town, Luce glanced over at Remmy. They had been pretty quiet since they’d stepped into their car. Which, she honestly chalked it up to nerves or something. They were cute, in a nervous way-- in the same way that a bunny rabbit or a baby dear was cute. But, cute was cute and besides. She liked watching them squirm. It was funny to see how much of an effect she had on them. “So. Brain milkshakes, hm? You’ll have to let me try some of yours. I told you before that I’m no stranger to weird foods.” She teased, looking over at the passenger side of her 4x4 with a grin. Turning the steering wheel, she pulled off the paved road onto the long dirt path that wound its way through the forest. “It’s a bit out of the way, might be a little bit of a bumpy drive.” She said, her headlights bobbing up and down as her car negotiated the rough road before them. As fun as bringing back one of Nell’s friends to Bea’s place sounded, she wasn’t in the mood to deal with her sisters right now. Which worked out. No one had booked her cabin for the weekend-- probably because the lake was closed-- which meant she had the place to herself.

Remmy usually would’ve been more than a little nervous for something like this, but things had been changing lately. Maybe it was just them trying to process everything they were going through, but things just didn’t seem as dire or important to care about anymore. If they hadn’t known better, they’d’ve thought it was their depression coming back. It was, after all, a similar mindset to when they’d first woken up, but Remmy wanted to believe that maybe it was just them changing for the better. Like they’d told Alain. They'd finally talked to Morgan, but none of that was relevant right now. Right now, they were just trying to do whatever made them happy. And having brain milkshakes, possibly with alcohol, with Luce, alone, in her cabin, was what made Remmy happy. And who knew? Maybe other things would happen. “If i didn’t know better, I’d think you were taking me out into the woods to kill me,” they teased with a lopsided grin. All it took was confidence. Or, you know, faking it. They could do that for a night.

While she was mostly focused on the road in front of them, Luce had driven down this path for five years. She knew it like the back of her hand, which is why she felt more than comfortable looking over at Remmy with a bemused expression. “You know, when I said you could practice the flirting thing, accusing me of attempted murder wasn’t the direction I thought you’d take it. Weird choice, but I can work with it.” She laughed as she followed the slight turn. They passed by the mailbox she’d made years ago, carved out of a sunken tree stump by the main road, and soon Luce was parking the car in front of her cabin. It was a small place, much smaller than Bea’s place, but it was home to her. Grabbing the grocery bag full of ice cream and liquor from the back, she gestured for Remmy to follow her inside. “C’mon in. Place isn’t quite how I used to keep it, but it’s still home.”

Remmy snorted as they gave a little chuckle. “Hey, you can never be too careful. I was entirely convinced you wanted to kill me when you asked what I was. But I might just be a little paranoid,” they answered, shaking their head. As they passed the mailbox, Remmy couldn’t help but turn their head to look at it, taking in the intricate details carved into the wood. The car pulled to a stop in front of a small, intimate looking cabin, and Remmy couldn’t help but feel awed. “You live here? Or, uh-- lived here?” they asked, sliding out and following her around. It was so quiet out here, deep in the woods, away from the city. Remmy would’ve thought to bring Moose if they weren’t so focused on keeping a good mindset. He’d’ve loved it out here. As they headed up to the door behind Luce, they took a moment to give themself a small pep talk. They could do this. This was fine. They could flirt, too. “Why’d you have to move?”

“Fair, oh you of little faith.” She said. With a practiced motion, Luce waved her free hand as she entered the cabin. The candles that were set about all over the house burst to life at once, illuminating the room in a flickering glow. She had solar out here, and a back-up generator too, but for lighting she’d always preferred to use fire. Which, given that it was a log cabin in the middle of the fucking woods, probably would have been a nightmare for anyone who wasn’t a fire witch. Grabbing the blender from out of the cabinets, Luce set her contributions to the milkshake on the counter top-- ice cream, milk, rum. Just what she wanted. “Used to, mhm.” She said as she grabbed a couple glasses from a shelf. “Family stuff. It’s better for the three of us to be together, even if we butt heads from time to time. Also, I’m going to be making mine first. We can stick the brains in after.” She said, before looking over at them, “I’m still going to steal a sip of yours. I’d like to see you try to stop me.” Luce teased, feeling perfectly at ease in her old home. The wood and stone that surrounded her was just as she left it, the artwork she had left here, nostalgic. She missed living here, even though she knew it was safest for her to live with Bea and Nell.

“Yeah, well, I still came and met you, right?” Remmy said, heading inside after Luce. “And I’m definitely glad I did.” They were going to open their mouth say something else, but Luce gave a short wave of her hand and suddenly all the candles in the house lit up. “Woah!” Remmy breathed, stopping dead in their tracks, eyes open with awe. They meandered around the room, holding the container of brains as they did, looking at all the different drawings and paintings she had up around the room, and the rusticly decorated cabin. “This place is amazing,” they said quietly, “I’m kinda jealous. Not that I don’t like where I live now, but damn--” they finally turned to look at Luce over in the kitchen again, “this place is awesome.” They made their way back over to the kitchen, setting the container on the counter next to the ice cream and stuff. They gave a crooked grin. “Hey, I was being nice before. I could totally stop you if I wanted to,” they challenged, pushing the container closer to them. “We’ll see if you can take it from me this time.”

“You did do that, yep.” Luce grinned, amused by their awestruck expression. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the fire magic or the interior decor, but it was funny all the same. It was a witch’s cabin, of course it would look the part. Sticking milk and ice cream into the blender, she whipped up a quick vanilla shake for herself and poured it into one of the glasses. “Thanks. It’s exactly how I always wanted my home to look. Well. Maybe with a bigger shower. One thing Bea’s place has over mine is a nice bathtub.” She said idly before opening the container they pushed her way. The brains in the tub were grey-ish and smelled… like organ meat. Which, duh. They were fucking brains. “What if I don’t want you to be nice?” She said with a sly smile before dumping the contents into the shake. She added ice cream and milk to the mixture with a liberal hand. The blender made quick work, churning it all up into something that resembled a pinkish milkshake. She poured the chunky mixture out to the glass in front of Remmy. Fishing a jar of cherries from the grocery bag, she stuck one on theirs and one on hers, popping a third into her mouth, stem and all. “Brain appetit.” Luce joked.

Remmy leaned against the counter as they watched Luce whip up the milkshakes. “Well, guess it can’t really be paradise without a big tub, can it?” They couldn’t help but smile at the playful banter-- despite Remmy being “too kind” as some described it, they could be witty, too. They knew how to throw banter-- they’d grown up around straight, white military boys, after all. If they hadn’t been able to tussle with them both physically and verbally, then they never woulda made it. “I can be mean,” they said, though they doubted Luce would believe them right away, “but you’re gonna have to ask nicely first.” Gave a little smirk. See? They could do this, too. Just...let go of everything, just get over the initial nervousness. They’d had some practice now, too, that it didn’t seem so strange anymore. Openly flirting with women. They reached out and took the milkshake offered to them, giving a little snort at her joke. “That’s bad,” they said, “that’s really bad.” But the milkshake itself was good, and, hey, they could taste it. That was something new. “You know, this isn’t half bad,” they said, setting the cup back on the counter, hand still on the cup, “though it’s not Al’s shake.”

“You’ve got that right. Oh well, gives me something to hope for. Or, a project to think about if I ever decide to remodel the place.” Luce said with a nod, chewing the cherry. The stem separated in her mouth and she toyed with it for a moment, flipping it around with her tongue as she watched them smile with a hint of mischief on their face. Cute. Sticking out her tongue, she showed them the knot she’d tied into the cherry stem before tossing it into the garbage can. “You want me to ask nicely? Make me.” She dared them as she took a sip from her own glass, staring over the rim at them. “Also, of course it isn’t as good as Al’s. I’m pretty sure their shake recipe was traded to them by a demon in exchange for like… their first born or whatever it is demons like.” She said with a wave of her hand. Just as she was about to swipe at their cup to steal it, a dull thump came from outside the house. Not near the door, by the side of her house with the woodpile stacked against it. “Did you hear that?” She asked, glancing over at Remmy as she set her milkshake down.

Remmy felt their cheeks prickle with warmth again at Luce’s challenge. She was definitely better at them than this, but practice made perfect, right? And, besides, Luce was attractive and easy to banter with. If a bit nosy. But Remmy didn’t mind too much. They actually kinda liked her. Getting to know her better was becoming a plus. “Don’t tempt me,” they said, watching her lips closely as she tied the cherry stem inside her mouth and presented it to them before tossing it. Remmy swallowed, throat suddenly tight. “That’s...quite the skill.” They almost didn’t notice her reaching for their glass, despite just moments ago they were going to yank it away as soon as she tried, but-- a loud thump! Made them both jump and Remmy turned their head quickly towards the source. Skin prickling for a moment, they subconsciously moved between Luce and the sound. “Maybe it’s just an animal? Is there a lot of wildlife up here?”

Watching as Remmy seemed to stammer at the little cherry stem trick, Luce couldn’t help but laugh. “What can I say, I’m very skilled. It’s not all about being good with your hands.” She said, pausing deliberately before adding, “You know, as a tattoo artist.” And a lesbian. But, as much as she would have loved to continue making Remmy squirm, whatever the fuck was out there was making a racket. Frowning as they stepped between her, Luce brushed passed them towards the window. Looking through, she shook her head in mild annoyance. She couldn’t see anything through the window. “We get stuff out here, sure. But most of them know better than to poke around here. I used to have wards all around to keep bears and moose away.” She said. Before she could pull away from the window, another loud thump rang through the cabin, this time on the other side of the house. Irritated, Luce made her way to the door, swearing quietly under her breath in Turkish. She was going to blow up whatever shitty animal was out here, trying to wreck her cabin.

“Right. Not just about...mmhmmm…” Remmy mumbled, absently following Luce when she brushed past them to go look out the window. Remmy also couldn’t see anything, but they could hear the skittering of feet, and a strange squelching noise. “Do you not hear that? Luce, I don’t think--” they started, turning in a half circle towards the sound, only to look back and find her heading for the door. The hairs on their arms were standing on end again, and say what one will, Remmy did have a good intuition about danger. It was part of being a soldier, after all, and what’d kept them alive on the field so long. “Wait, what are you doing!?” they said, stumbling quickly towards her. “I don’t think you should go out--” but they never got to finish, as in the next moment, the door was bursting open and something was leaping inside.

Remmy’s words of protest went ignored-- whatever the fuck was going on out there, it was nothing a good fireball couldn’t handle. Luce was just about to grab the door when whatever it was outside crashed through. Startled, she just barely reacted in time to dodge out of the way of gnashing teeth that lurched through the door and were intent on ripping her face off. Luce slid out of the way, her shoes skidding across the wood floors while the slick, disgusting creature whirled around. A thick, dripping tongue appeared as the thing sniffed at the air before leaping again at her. Not missing a beat, Luce drew from one of the candles next to her and directed a long stream of fire from the candle towards the beast. But… the flames seemed to dissipate the second they touched the creatures skin. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Luce shouted in disbelief before scrambling out of the way as the monster threw itself at her again. First Mr. Blume, now this slimy ass monster. How many magically immune monsters were there?

Remmy instantly went into fight mode. Their vision narrowed into a tunnel and all they saw was this thing, this creature-- slimy and pale with gnashing teeth-- lunging for Luce. And even though it didn’t click right away in their brain what it meant, that this thing brushed off her fire as if it were nothing more than a splash of water, they didn’t need it to. They were lunging this time, as the thing righted itself once more in the direction of Luce, and with a quick swipe of their arm, sent it careening into the fireplace from mid air. “Get up,” they barked at Luce, body between her and the creature. This time, there would be no hesitating. When they hesitated, people got hurt. Julie, Morgan, Mina. Not this time. “Stand back.” Words weren’t ever their forte, and when focused, even less so. But the creature, only momentarily disoriented, was already gunning for them again. Only launching itself at Remmy because they were in the way of getting to Luce. It tried to skirt around, but Remmy-- having only taken a sip of brain milkshake, and therefore still hungry- darted faster and stomped on the creature, stopping it dead in its tracks. Kicking it across the room once more. “What is this?” they asked, finally acknowledging Luce. “How do I kill it?”

Luce watched as Remmy smacked the absolute shit out of the monster, sending it into the fireplace. Holy shit. She stared in surprise before the authority in their tone had her rising to her feet, backing away without a second thought. Well, damn. Seemed like there was more bark to this zombie than bite. Pun intended. As amusing as the thought was, Luce immediately ducked behind Remmy as the shitty monster began to circle around them, trying to get to her. Its tongue still lolled out of its nasty, stubby head and it seemed like it was trying to grab at her with it. But, it completely ignored Remmy-- if they weren’t actively fighting against it, she had a feeling that the beast wouldn’t even lift a slimy claw against them. “I don’t know, I’m not a monster expert!” She said, her hands grasping Remmy’s shoulders to keep them firmly between her and the monster. The beast let out a roar and began to charge once more at them both. “Hit it till it dies? I don’t fucking know!”

Remmy ruffled their brow at Luce’s very unhelpful advice. They glanced back at her once more when they felt her grab their shoulders, pulling them slightly off-balance enough for the monster to launch itself directly into their stomach. Remmy stumbled back with an ‘oof!’ but hardly moved an inch, feet planted on the ground, guarding Luce from the monster as it scrambled back, baffled by the unmoving body in front of it. Now wasn’t the time to get distracted. “Get behind the counter,” they instructed, backing up a little, so that the thing’s only way to Luce was through them or over the counter. Kept their arms up and ready, as it paced, as if trying to figure out the best angle. “Wh-what’s it doing?” they asked, leaning back slightly, wondering if it was going to launch again. Instead, it swerved and scrambled for the counter, spilling their milkshakes, the container of brains, and everything else around in a loud clatter. Remmy lunged on top of the counter and grabbed the thing by its hindlegs, gripping them as tightly as possible as it ripped and tore to try and free itself from their grip. “Go!” they called out, “Run!”

Following Remmy’s orders, Luce positioned herself in the kitchen with the countertop and the zombie all that protected her from the shitty fucking monster that was trying to eat her. As the monster seemed to size up the situation, pacing as it moved back and forth, Luce realized what it was doing. Just a second too late. The creature hurled itself over the countertop and she dove out of the way, throwing herself to the ground. Remmy had launched themself at the monster and she didn’t need to be told twice. Scrambling to her feet, Luce ran for the door. Throwing it open, she ran outside and looked around her yard for-- there it was. An ax, leaned up against the wood pile on the side of the house. Hefting the weapon, she gripped it tightly in her hands. If that thing came for her again, she was going to go down swinging.

Remmy was grateful that Luce had the sense to get the fuck out of the way when told. The monster shimmed in their grip and jerked enough to tumble both of them from the counter top to the ground, Remmy’s hands still firmly around its back legs. It scrabbled on top of them and bit hard into their shoulder, immediately reeling back with a hideous yowl. “Hey!” Remmy shouted, rolling to their knees and tossing the thing hard into the oven, its body crashing through bottles on the counter and whatever appliances Luce had out. “Rude!” It continued to spit and heave as if the taste of Remmy in its mouth was the most awful thing, but Remmy didn’t stop to wonder why, grabbing a knife from the woodblock on the floor. They slashed at it, and it cried out again, leaping away, scrambling for the door, little legs carrying it faster than Remmy thought something so small and stumpy should be able to move. “Stop!” they shouted, leaping after it in a hurry, trying to get the door closed before it got outside. Hands slamming the wooden door so hard they heard something in the creature-- or perhaps the door itself-- crack, jamming the thing in between it. At least it was held in place now, and Remmy started applying more pressure to the door, shouting with a great heave as they attempted to crush the thing between the door and its frame.

Luce winced as she heard shouting, smashing, and cracking come from the inside of her cabin. Fuck. She was going to need to hire a carpenter or something to fix the place, wasn’t she? Grimacing, she held the ax firmly in both hands and made her way towards the door of her house. Fucking shitty ass monster, interrupting her date, destroying her cabin, attacking her in her own goddamn home. When the monster appeared in the doorway, Luce watched as Remmy chased after it, smashing the door into it. But, she wasn’t empty handed anymore. If fire wouldn’t work on this shitty monster, an ax would do the job. “Open the door!” She shouted as she ran up onto the porch, poising herself just outside the door frame. She could hear the monster’s efforts to break free intensifying. It could clearly smell her. “Let it out, Remmy!”

“Are you crazy!?” Remmy said, looking up as Luce shouted for them to let it out. “It’s trying to kill you! I’m not letting it out!” The thing began to struggle back against them, the door shaking open just enough to let it squirm its way out. Remmy stumbled back but quickly regained balance. It was readying to leap at Luce again, and Remmy reached out over it, grabbing the axe while simultaneously shoving Luce out of the way. Its mouth closed around the space where she’d been and Remmy reeled the ax back, before swinging it down with all their might. The blade went straight through the creature’s body, pinning it to the porch, and it let out a loud, blood curdling screech. It squirmed, and squealed, and struggled as it bled out under the ax’s blade, Remmy’s hands knuckle-white grip. It finally stopped moving and for good measure, Remmy lifted the ax one more time and brought it down on its head, cutting it clean off. With a huff, they straightened up and turned to look at Luce, a smear of whatever that thing was blood across the front of their shirt. “Are you okay?”

Luce had thought she was prepared to attack when the monster forced its ways out of Remmy’s grip and out the door. She’d thought she had been prepared and ready to strike. But, instead, she found herself being shunted out of the way with a firm hand. The ax was suddenly in their hands and coming down once then twice. Her eyes widened as Remmy brought the ax down with enough force that the creature's head was quickly and brutally separated from its body. Blood splattered across their shirt and pooled on the front of her porch. Heart pounding, adrenaline still screaming through her veins from yet another near death experience in this fucked up town, Luce stared at Remmy for a long moment. She closed the gap between them and grabbed them by the front of their shirt. “Holy. Fucking. Shit,” She breathed, before pulling them in for a rough, bruising kiss. Lips pressing hard against theirs, Luce’s fingers grasped their shirt tightly before she remembered– immediately, she stepped back. Pupils blown and lips slightly red, Luce laughed, shaking her head. “Aren’t you just full of surprises.”

Remmy opened their mouth to say something. Luce wasn’t talking, just standing there, staring, but in the next moment, she was kissing them roughly. Remmy swore they felt their heart leap into their throat. Felt as if it could just restart beating at any moment now. The axe was still in their hand, even as Luce pulled away. It was their turn to stare, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. “Guess I am,” was all they managed to say, before tugging her back to them to kiss her again, this time reciprocating the roughness. They somehow felt breathless, without the need to breath. After a moment, they pulled back, finally remembering the ax in their hand and the dead thing on the porch. “Should...should we clean that up?”

Startled when they pulled her back in for another kiss, Luce felt her lips part all too willingly against Remmy’s. She hated playing the part of damsel in distress, particularly when she should have been able to handle whatever shit was thrown at her. But, if this was the pay off? She could get behind it. When they broke apart, Luce blinked, slightly punchdrunk from the kiss and the rush of the fight. Glancing down at the dead monster on her front porch, she grimaced. “Probably. Or…” Her voice trailed off as she ran a hand up their arm, tilting her head back inside her cabin with a smirk. “We can go back inside and deal with that later?”

Remmy’s skin prickled as Luce ran a hand up their arm. Her fingers were warm against their cool skin and the sudden awareness they had of feeling her tough them made their entire chest feel like it was somersaulting. They looked at her with heady eyes, lump in their throat, still feeling worked up after the adrenaline rush. Did zombies even get those? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they wanted to keep kissing Luce and it seemed like she wanted that, too. “Yeah, let’s-- let’s do that,” they said, nodding as they followed her back inside the cabin, shutting the door.

#chatzy: luce #luce #chatzy #wickedswriting #cabin in the woods

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April 13th-April 19th, 2020 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party week long chat that occurred from April 13th, 2020 to April 19th, 2020. The chat focused on Desert Spell by Madison Bacon.

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BOOK CLUB START!

Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on Desert Spell by Madison Bacon~! (https://tapas.io/series/Desert-Spell)

You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace until April 19th, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Discussions are freeform, but we do offer discussion prompts in the pins for those who’d like to have them. Additionally, remember that while constructive criticism is allowed, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic! Whether you finish the comic or can only read a few pages, everyone is welcome to join and chat with us!

DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 1

1. What did you like about the beginning of the comic?

2. What has been your favorite moment in the comic (so far)?

3. Who is your favorite character?

4. Which characters do like seeing interact the most?

5. What is something you like about the art? If you have a favorite illustration, please share it!

6. What is a theme you like that the comic explores?

7. What do you like about the comic’s story or overall related content?

8. Overall, what do you think the comic’s strengths are?

Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

woah, traditional comic :0 rare breed.

eli [a winged tale]

Indeed! I love the hook of the water spell and the creatures so far!

Joichi [Hybrid Dolls]

I got a chance to read it! So I like how it opens up the world building with the desert, the baby interacting with the llama beast. They are shown to to be in a harsh desert climate. 5. I really like the traditional look of the comic artwork. The magic shown by the mom is fasinating. How they seem connected to nature(edited)

SpaceBum

The beginning is so good! I also really like the families dynamic specifically between the chief and their daughter. I wish the chief had been more understanding of why her daughter stepped in to safe that guy even though I understand where they’re coming from

RebelVampire

For the beginning, I like kind of just how quick certain aspects of the world were introduced. Like the story pretty quickly established theres magic, how the nomadic tribe feeds themselves in the desert, and the stakes now that that is growing harder. You learn a lot about the world without there needing to be heavy exposition, which really helps with the story flow. My favorite moment in the comic so far is probably the market scene when Dorian appears since I enjoyed the brief interaction there and the communication gaps that had to be overcome because Thaina is deaf. It was interesting to see how that is handled in the comic's world. My favorite character right now is actually Thaina's mom who is holding the tribe together, taking risks, and doing everything a chief is able to do to keep things together. Can't not respect that. Also she makes awesome speeches. My favorite characters interacting is probably Thaina and her brother just because I like how similar they are and how they each help each other out. It's very cute and heartwarming.

Erin Ptah (BICP | Leif & Thorn)

Oh, wow, I love how this comic handles sign language. Mostly like a speech bubble, but the end of the tail, instead of being a point that leads to the mouth, opens up into a bracket to reflect that the dialogue is coming from the person's whole body? That's brilliant.

(And the way it's square instead of round, so you can tell what kind of speech it is even when there's no tail -- also a great choice.)

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

I love the look of this comic! And yeah, I agree Erin, the way sign language is handled in the comic is super cool. I’m really curious how the story is going to progress from here. Like, will we start to see measures taken against the nomads thanks to these city politicians? Will we focus more on Thaina and Dorian getting to know each other?

Feather J. Fern

The art is so cool, I love the woobly panels

RebelVampire

Back to questions. For the art, I like the color choices and blending quite a lot. The colors just all make the comic so pretty to look at, and somehow really suits the desert-y setting. That's some atmospheric about is that I really enjoy. As for themes, I like that the comic is exploring adapting to change. Whether we want to or not, life changes, and this often means we have to do things we never thought we'd do. And I like seeing that the comic hits that right up front and kind of shows/discusses inevitably how we adapt to these kind of changes and deal with them, whether healthy or not. As for the comic's overall story, I again like how communication is used in various ways to tell the story, from unreadable dialogue to sign language to just expressions. It really all speaks to how large a roll communication plays in our lives and the various forms it can come in. As for the comic's overall strengths, I'm gonna give it to just the fact in how unique it is with its traditional art style, deaf main character, and so forth. Sure you can find these in other comics, but it's rare to see it all together like this. So it makes for a genuine experience you won't get elsewhere

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DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 2

9. What do you think of the way the story handles dialogue and communication given the protagonist is deaf? How does this change how you look at dialogue in general for comics or how characters with disabilities are portrayed?

10. Why do you think the city has such negative attitudes towards the Thaina’s tribe, and do you think the city will grow past them? In what ways might Thaina directly influence the opinions of the city and those in charge?

11. Why do you think James is so adamant about expanding the water pipeline and banning magic? Is there some hidden agenda, or is James actually trying to do good for the city? What negative consequences might there be for either action?

12. What do you think Dorian’s role will be in the story? If a positive for the Thaina’s tribe, what do you think Dorian’s motivation will be? Also, how will Dorian’s actions affect people Dorian knows in the city?

Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

I really love the way dialogue is handled with the deaf protagonist!!! The way speech bubbles are drawn is super unique and makes sense intuitively! Honestly, it's a style of speech bubble I may want to steal for my works at some point lol. I really like little touches too, like having speech bubbles with scribbles in them when Thaina turns away. It all just... clicks!

RebelVampire

I also really love the way the story handles dialogue. While I was a bit confused at first, once I figured out what they were going for, it felt really ingenious. It really stretches the boundaries of how you can make characters communicate, and that you can experiment with dialogue in a lot of different ways. I feel like the distrust and attitude for the tribe mostly just comes from the fact their outsiders. It's easy to feel that way about people you don't know, and when it's group vs. group, that getting to know you gap is super hard to overcome. So usually, especially when the groups just avoid each other generally this sentiment only grows. As for growing past it though, honestly I'm less hopeful. I'm sure Thaina can make some people go around, but change like this does not come easy or fast. :( In regards to James, I'm inclined to say a bit of both. I feel like James does have an ulterior motive, but I also don't feel like it's entirely selfish yet. More misguided if anything, cause it's not like a pipeline of water would only benefit James or banning magic wouldn't make it unsafe for everyone else. Though I definitely think this is one of those decisions where it sounds good in theory until they use up all the water or need magic for something and whoops, the longterm wasn't considered. As for Dorian's role, probably part contact in the city, probably part love interest? I don't really feel like I know Dorian enough to say.

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DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 3

13. What are you most looking forward to seeing in regards to the comic?

14. Any final words of encouragement for the comic?

Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!

sagaholmgaard

Ahh I only now reached chapter two but I just wanted to say that the comic looks really cool, I love the watercolor style and the way magic has been illustrated so far! And the different ways for communication is also really inspiring to see :0

warriorneedsfood

I like the comic very much. It’s brave to try to draw characters that can only communicate with sign language. And ‘taste my toes, criminal!’ Made me laugh out loud.

RebelVampire

I think what I'm most looking forward to in the comic is just seeing more Dorian since the story moved on so fast I'm excited to see Dorian's role in the story. As for final words, this is a very atmospheric comic that bravely takes a lot of chances that works out well, so even if it's not your cup of tea, it's definitely something to respect and study.

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BOOK CLUB END!

Thank you everyone so much for reading and chatting about Desert Spell this week! Please also give a special thank you to Madison Bacon for volunteering the comic and creating it! If you liked Desert Spell, make sure to continue to support it via some of the links below!

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