#but then he goes back to nomming strange

[apritellointeractive]

Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 4 - Part 5

>> Picks the purple jacket.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

April shrugs and points to the coat. “I guess the purple jacket? It goes with his armor.”

Leonardo hums dramatically, pulling the clothes closer to him and looking over the princess’s selection. “Excellent choice! I must agree that the violet hue would look dashing against Donnie’s emerald skin.”

April smiles awkwardly while Donnie’s jaw drops, one of his eyes twitching. 

Where is he going with this?

The slider continues, “However! I wasn’t lying when I said that I only had enough for one disguise, and unfortunately, I need both of these.” He then turns to his softshell twin with a mischievous grin on his face. “It’s granny time, Donnie!”

“What?! No–get your grubby hands off me!”

April bursts out laughing as Leonardo jumps on his brother, limbs and clothes flying as the twins quarrel. His attempts to get the disguise on Donnie are met with equal resistance. The softshell curses the slider and the other teases him right back. 

The princess watches, delighted by their antics and still giggling. She doesn’t remember when was the last time she had a good laugh. 

After several minutes, the disguise somehow ends up on Donnie. Whether it was because Leonardo managed to overpower his brother or the latter finally relented was up for debate. Nevertheless, a strange-looking turtle granny stood in front of her, annoyance written over every inch of his face.

While the disguise definitely looks goofy, April thinks Donnie manages to pull it off. 

She smiles. “Oh, Donnie, I think your disguise is perfect!”

“I agree, princess! I don’t know why he fought it so much,” Leonardo states, a triumphant smile stretching across his face, “He’s worn a similar disguise before.”

“Yes, but I would have liked to dress myself.” Donnie smooths out the fabric before shooting his twin another glare. “And you could have ripped the stitching! For shame!”

Leonardo shrugs, but says nothing.

The softshell rolls his eyes. “Well, now that I have been forced into this disguise, we should get a move on. The market is only open for so long, and we have to get April back to the castle at some point.”

April agrees, “I definitely don’t wanna waste any more time out here when I could be explorin’ the ‘wares of merchants! Let’s go!”

After ironing out some contingencies and a few other things, the three return to the road. April and Donnie walk to the town together on foot while Leonardo waits behind them. Once a considerable distance is between them—enough for no one to suspect that the trio were travelling together—the slider hops on his horse and follows them, casually strolling on horseback. 

“Gosh, I am so excited!” April comments, a skip in her step as they get closer to town. “I’ve snuck out once or twice, but it’s usually been at night when most shops are closed.”

Donnie turns his head toward her. “You’ve snuck out before?”

“Yup! Gentry or my personal guard, Cass, would usually help me sneak out,” she admits, feeling comfortable with letting Donnie in on her little secret. “There isn’t much to do in my kingdom once the sun goes down, but we still managed to have fun.”

The softshell hums, “Well then, let’s make this outing a fun one, shall we?”

Finally, the town comes into view, with the path into town leading right into the market. April gasps as she takes in the scene before her. The market is bustling with activity. Mouthwatering scents waft from food stalls, beautiful clothing and jewelry are displayed in other stalls, and in the distance, some musicians play their instruments on an elevated wooden stage. 

Donnie leans in close and whispers, “So, where do you want to go?”

>> Get some noms! >> Shop for a new outfit! >> Investigate the musical show!

[neverniko101]

Lost in the Deep- The Crew

Hi!! In celebration of Mermay, I’m taking a (short!) break from Horror Dreamtale and Phantasmverse to doodle some of the fellas from my pirates & mermaids AU, Lost in the Deep!

Summary of story:

Dream has the unflinching goal to sail to Thornebreak Island in The Southern Seas to battle the monster that lives there and the pirates it has bent to its will. One problem: he has no idea how to sail. And can’t swim. And is scared of water. He hires retired pirate Geno and rowdy young harpooner Maroon to help him on his journey. Just as they are about to leave, Geno convinces the group to go visit an old friend of his, Blueberry, for some last advice and extra supplies. While Blue was out helping them gather supplies, though, his brother is kidnapped by some of the monster’s pirates, presumably to be dragged back to the lair. A little guilty for unwittingly distracting Blue during the attack, the crew agrees to let him accompany them and help save his brother. Along the way, they bribe convince a member of the Royal Guard’s Navy (Ink) to join them as well.

Oh, and Dream may have forgotten to mention that the monster is his brother, a siren corrupted by a strange parasite. And that he’s a siren, too.

I’m sure everything will go perfectly well.

Geno:

- Ex-pirate

- Lost right eye and left leg

- Pathetic old man /aff

- Could probably still kick your ass

- So tired, somebody get this man some coffee

Dream:

- Based off a koi fish (inspired by @cas-spirit :3)

- He’s trying. So hard. But nothing ever goes right

- Likes to bask in the sun like a lizard

- Insists that the orange scales on his body are just tattoos

- Expending too much energy/coming in too much contact with water could cause him to revert to his siren form (looking like a normal bipedal being is hard work), so he tries to order others around him to do work instead of doing it himself since it’s his boat and he’s the one paying everybody (it does not work he is too nice)

Blueberry:

- big

- Can probably pick you up and throw you 30 ft

- Retired Royal Guard Navy member, fought Geno’s pirate gang and they became friends in between fights

- Started a bakery when he retired- Blue’s Baked Bites

- Sure would be a shame if he bonded with the younger members of the group. In a fatherly way. Almost like becoming a father figure-

- Don’t let his size and appearance fool you, he is a lovable idiot

Ink:

- Just a Little Guy™️

- Easily distracted by shiny objects and hoards them in hidden corners

- His vials don’t help him feel things, but are rather medicine for a magical condition

- Likes to sit in the crow’s nest, obviously

- om nom nom eat all the fish

Maroon:

- Some variety of Fell variant

- Likes playing with sharp objects

- Very high energy, but not necessarily mean

- Insomnia

- Tries to be tough and scary but is secretly precious boy

Okay that’s it maybe I’ll do the pirates next

[fdelopera]

Welcome to the 37th installment of 15 Weeks of Phantom, where I post all 68 sections of Le Fantôme de l’Opéra, as they were first printed in Le Gaulois newspaper 115 yeas ago.

In today’s installment, we have Part V of Chapter 14, “La lyre d’Apollon” (“Apollo’s Lyre”).

This section was first printed on Saturday, 20 November, 1909.

For anyone following along in David Coward's translation of the First Edition of Phantom of the Opera (either in paperback, or Kindle, or from another vendor -- the ISBN-13 is: 978-0199694570), the text starts in Chapter 13 with, “He spoke to me sharply saying that I was not presentable, though it was late,” and goes to, “Imagine the scene: me pressed back against the wall, the picture of terror, and he, the personification of all that is foul!“

In this section, we get Leroux’s description of Erik’s mask (which is different than the way it is depicted in all “official” media), as well as the initial origin of Erik’s name. This is another long post, so I am putting it under a Read More.

NOTE I: This is the section of Leroux’s text where Christine describes Erik’s mask as having a "barbe,” or a hanging piece of fabric that covered the lower half of the face. I have highlighted this section in blue in the Gaulois text above.

“Je ne pouvais voir les yeux derrière le masque et ceci n’était point pour diminuer l’étrange sentiment de malaise que l’on avait à interroger ce mystérieux carré de soie noire ; mais sous l’étoffe, à l’extrémité de la barbe du masque, apparurent une, deux, trois, quatre larmes.”

Translation:

“I could not see his eyes behind the mask and this did nothing to diminish the strange feeling of unease that came from conversing with this mysterious piece of black silk; but under the material, along the bottom edge of the mask’s hanging fabric ("la barbe du masque”), there appeared one, two, three, four tears.“

This is an example of a mask with a silk “barbe,” similar to the black silk mask that Leroux described Erik wearing:

NOTE II: In the Gaulois publication of “Apollo’s Lyre,” Erik gives Christine a different origin for his name. (See #6 below.)

Erik says to Christine about his name:

"Il me répondit qu’il n’avait ni nom ni patrie, et qu’il avait pris le nom d’Erik pour se rapprocher de moi qui étais Suédoise.”

Translation: “He replied that he had neither name nor country, and that he had taken the name of Erik to become closer to me since I am Swedish.”

In Leroux’s First Edition, this line was changed to:

"Il me répondit qu’il n’avait ni nom, ni patrie, et qu’il avait pris le nom d’Erik par hasard.”

Translation: “He replied that he had neither name, nor country, and that he had taken the name of Erik by chance.”

This was part of Leroux’s evolution of Erik’s character. As Raj Shah discovered during his research into one of Leroux’s handwritten manuscripts for Phantom (which you can read in its entirety on the Bibliothèque nationale de France website), in an earlier draft of Leroux’s novel, Erik was actually of Swedish origin, and came from Uppsala, not far from where Christine Daaé was born.

Leroux then changed his mind, instead making Erik’s birthplace a town outside of Rouen, France (the city where Leroux’s parents were married). Here is the part of Leroux’s manuscript (in the Epilogue) where he makes the decision to have Erik originate in Rouen, and not in Uppsala. I have circled “Uppsala” (“Upsal” in French) and “Christine Daaé” and have underlined “Rouen”:

By the time Leroux published the Gaulois serialization of Phantom, he had changed his mind about Erik’s Scandinavian origin, but a shade of that idea may still have remained, which could explain why Erik tells Christine that he has named himself “Erik” in an attempt to appeal to her as a Swede.

Of course, Erik was either lying to Christine, or Leroux was unwittingly creating an anachronism, because Erik called himself “Erik” during his days in Persia, since the Daroga doesn’t know him by another name. This may have been why Leroux decided in his First Edition to change Erik’s explanation of his name to him taking his name “by chance.”

Erik may have chosen the name “Erik” because it means “eternal ruler.” His birth name was most likely something typically French.

NOTE III: There is a mistranslation in David Coward’s text:

In this section, Coward wrote:

"And even if you’ve never had a terrifying nightmare in your life [this is a mistranslation], you saw his death’s head mask [also a mistranslation] that night at Perros.”

However, Leroux wrote (highlighted in blue in the Gaulois text above):

“… et peut-être, si vous n’avez pas été victime d’un affreux cauchemar, avez-vous vu sa tête de mort à lui, dans la nuit de Perros.”

This translates as:

“… and perhaps, if you were not the victim of a terrible nightmare, you saw his death’s head during that night in Perros.”

THANKS FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THESE IMPORTANT MATTERS ABOUT MASKS AND NAMES, AND NOW BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED TEXTUAL ANALYSIS!

There are some differences between the Gaulois text and the First Edition. In this section, these include (highlighted in red above):

1) Chapter 14 in the Gaulois text is Chapter 13 in the First Edition, etc.

2) Compare the Gaulois text:

“une grande paire de ciseaux” 

Translation:

“a large pair of scissors”

To the First Edition:

"une magnifique paire de ciseaux” 

Translation:

“a magnificent pair of scissors”

3) This line (highlighted in bold) was added to the First Edition, and does not appear in the Gaulois text:

"Il se plaisait trop en ma compagnie pour s’en priver sur-le-champ comme il y avait un moment consenti la veille, devant l’expression indignée de mon effroi.”

Translation:

“He enjoyed my company too much to deprive himself of it straightaway, as he had previously agreed to do the night before, in the face of the indignant expression of my fear.”

4) Compare the Gaulois text:

“Je mangeai cependant de bon appétit quelques écrevisses, une aile de poulet arrosées d’un peu de vin de Tokay…”

Translation:

“Even so, I hungrily ate several crayfish and a chicken wing, quaffed down with a bit of Tokay wine…”

To the First Edition:

“Je mangeai cependant de bon appétit quelques écrevisses, une aile de poulet arrosée d’un peu de vin de Tokay…”

Translation:

“Even so, I hungrily ate several crayfish, as well as a chicken wing quaffed down with a bit of Tokay wine…”

NOTE: The difference here is subtle, and it can only really be indicated in English by comma placement, but the Gaulois text indicates that Christine drank the Tokay wine to wash down both the crayfish and the chicken wing, while the First Edition text indicates that she drank the Tokay to wash down only the chicken wing.

This distinction is interesting from an editorial standpoint because the change may not have been intentional on Leroux’s part, and it may indicate a typo in the First Edition, since grammatically the plural past participle “arrosées” makes more sense in this context.

5) Compare the Gaulois text:

Kœnisberg

To the First Edition:

Kœnisgberg

Both refer to the city of Königsberg.

6) Compare the Gaulois text:

“Il me répondit qu’il n’avait ni nom ni patrie, et qu’il avait pris le nom d’Erik pour se rapprocher de moi qui étais Suédoise.” **

Translation:

“He replied that he had neither name nor country, and that he had taken the name of Erik to become closer to me since I am Swedish.” **

To the First Edition:

"Il me répondit qu’il n’avait ni nom, ni patrie, et qu’il avait pris le nom d’Erik par hasard.” (The italics here is Leroux’s.)

Translation:

“He replied that he had neither name, nor country, and that he had taken the name of Erik by chance.”

** See NOTE II above.

7) Minor differences in punctuation and italicization.

Click here to see the entire edition of Le Gaulois from 20 November, 1909. This link brings you to page 3 of the newspaper — Le Fantôme is at the bottom of the page in the feuilleton section. Click on the arrow buttons at the bottom of the screen to turn the pages of the newspaper, and click on the Zoom button at the bottom left to magnify the text.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Good Omens Chibi Headcanons (Aziraphale And Crowley) [Part 2: Chibi Crowley]

😈 Original headcanons 😈

😈 Ao3 version 😈

Part 1 (original) is here.

Ao3 Part 1 is here.

Updated Tumblr part 1 is here.

Part 3 (original) is here.

Ao3 part 3 is here.

Updated Tumblr part 3 is here.

(*Takes place during Season 1*)

• Okay, so imagine Crowley, right? He’s a lot cuter, smaller, more mischievous, hyper, and is 10 times more dramatic. That’s Chibi Crowley in a nutshell.

• Chibi Crowley thinks that Crowley is the coolest demon ever!

• Chibi Crowley views Crowley as a role model figure.

• Because he sees him as a role model, Chibi Crowley will try and emulate almost everything Crowley does. (Yes, that includes his walk.)

• Chibi Crowley likes that he’s allowed to sit in the front of the Bentley whenever he and Crowley go somewhere so as long as he agrees to buckle up.

• Speaking of the black car, Chibi Crowley sees and treats the Bentley as a person and friend. It was just such a great car to him! He loves how Bent (yes, he gave it the nickname Bent) is able to take him and Crowley wherever they need to go with style and speed!

• When it’s parked, Chibi Crowley likes to hop on top of the hood of the car and pretend to be driving it, making car driving sound effects.

• Chibi Crowley is an excited, squealing, happy, laughing mess when Crowley speeds 90 miles per hour in Central London. The little guy just LOVES it when his big counterpart goes fast! He also loves it when Crowley speeds past other cars because he always thought that he and Crowley were in a race and they were the ones who were winning! He’d go up to the window and make silly faces at drivers as if saying, “Na-na na boo-boo! You can’t beat us!”

• If Crowley is in the mood, I can see the two of them going on a lot of little road trips together.

• One of Chibi Crowley’s favorite things to do with Crowley when they’re driving around in the Bentley is lip-sync to Crowley's "Best of Queen" tape. It’s a fun, goofy platonic bonding experience for the both of them. And trust me, when they lip sync together in the car to Queen, they are so EXTRA about it. They even go as far as making up their own little choreographed dance for some songs. Is the dancing good? Not really, it’s actually quite dorky. But hey, they’re having fun being dorks.

• Their drama queen meters rise up incredibly high when "Bohemian Rhapsody" starts playing. The passion and extraness they put into the lip-syncing is too funny.

• When the music ends, the two can’t help but laugh at themselves. Crowley will ask Chibi Crowley if he would like to do it again for a 12th time, to which the chibi replies by nodding his head.

• The tiny demon really likes it when Crowley shows off his more fun side in the car. He’s glad to have a goofy snake friend like him.

• Their little road trips would usually end the same way. Crowley would be driving at night to his apartment and Chibi Crowley would be in the passenger seat sleeping. On the radio, the song that would be playing is “Pale Blue Eyes” by Velvet Underground. It was one of Crowley’s favorites, and the slow calming music was used to keep Chibi Crowley asleep until they returned to the flat.

• Chibi Crowley loves being roommates with Crowley!

• As soon as Crowley would arrive home, you’ll see Chibi Crowley in his snake form quickly slithering over to the other demon in excitement as Crowley opens up his hand for the little snake to crawl on. The chibi would then go straight to biting his finger. He’d be all like, “Om nom nom!”. It was his strange way of saying, ‘Hello, hi, yes, I missed you. Welcome back home.’ Since the biting didn’t really hurt him due to Chibi Crowley being the size of a tiny baby snake, Crowley didn’t mind. He found it endearing in a way.

• Chibi Crowley absolutely adores gummy snakes! He loved the chewiness! His favorite part had to be their heads. He just loved biting them right off! Crowley got a kick out of tempting and enticing his chibi with them. The serpant shaped gummies were also a great way to keep Chibi Crowley occupied while he was away.

• When the houseplants heard the news that there was another demon living in the flat, they were beyond terrified! One demon was already a challenge, BUT TWO?! Just the thought made them shiver in fear. As the plants prepared themselves to meet the EVIL, TERRIFYING, fiend, they see him and…oh. He…wasn’t as they imagined him to be. He was…small. Tiny. And…REALLY CUTE! The plants all thought that Chibi Crowley was the cutest, munchkin ever! The little demon had a problem with that. He didn’t want the plants to find him cute, he wanted them to fear him as much as they did Crowley. Time for him to install that fear into them, and that meant being mean. He would constantly glare, hiss, and yell at the plants in chibi gibberish to 'Grow better!’, but despite all of that, the plants only found him to be even more cute, which irritated him.

• Him and Crowley visit a reptile museum together, mainly to observe and check out all the cool-looking snakes there.

• Chibi Crowley somehow finds a way inside one of the snake vivariums and is amazed by all the different types of snakes he sees.

• The snakes don’t really react when they see Chibi Crowley, they just keep doing their thing. In their brains, they think, 'It’s just another snake, but... with legs, hair, and sunglasses? Odd.’

• Chibi Crowley will happily pet the snakes. Their scales have a smooth texture.

• He and the snakes are sticking their tongues at each other.

• The chibi demon sits on top of the back of a green boa. He gives the snake a loving hug, but it does not react to the affection. Instead, it slithers around and gives Chibi Crowley a sort of piggyback ride.

• When Chibi Crowley goes full serpent, he is at one with the snakes. Aaa, he loves them all! The tiny redhead wishes Crowley would allow him to take the snakes back home to the apartment, so that they could become his new pets.

• Him and Crowley both have fun scaring annoying people away using their shape-shifting abilities.

• Crowley creates for his chibi a tiny miniature wine glass so that he has something to drink wine out of.

• The bigger demon also creates a remote controlled 1934 black Bentley toy car for his chibi as a little demonic gift. The car looked almost identical to his. Chibi Crowley’s reaction to was that of a young child who had just received the present they’ve been asking for all year on Christmas, which meant lots of over-the-top squealing and rapidly saying thank you. Finally, Chibi Crowley will get to sit in the driver’s seat for once! He gets inside the vehicle and Crowley uses the controller to accelerate the car. It starts zooming all over the place! Chibi Crowley loves his sweet new ride!

• Chibi Crowley plans on taking Chibi Aziraphale on a drive with him someday in the toy car.

• Chibi Crowley and Crowley’s relationship is a mix of a close friendship and a sort of father-son bond.

• Just like Chibi Aziraphale, Chibi Crowley was also slightly envious of his bigger counterpart. Crowley didn’t have to worry about getting stepped on and could have all the wine he wanted. It wasn’t fair! How dare that snake be big enough to do all those cool things! He still loves him though.

[mailamoon]

Fanarts : you can find all the fanarts I did with the #my art on my Tumblr. Enjoy!

Fanfictions :

English

In this post I will put all the links to my fanfictions.

Some of them are for a +18 audience.

For now I write only on One Piece and my fanfictions are mainly focused on Sanji and Zoro.

Zosan or Sanzo (I warn you, if you can't stand a top Sanji there are few of my work you will dislike !).

My texts are mainly in french ( I know that some people don't let that kind of things hold them back to read it anyway with the help of an online traductor).

You can find one fanfic in english under the cut, "don't be so shy", an hot Zosan smutty text.

Français

Dans ce post je vais rassembler tous les liens de mes fanfictions.

Certaines ne sont pas pour les mineurs.

Pour l'instant je n'écris que sur One Piece et mes fanfictions sont centrées principalement sur Sanji et Zoro.

C'est du Zosan ou Sanzo (je préfère prévenir les personnes qui ne supportent pas un top Sanji, certains de mes textes risquent de heurter leur sensibilité !)

Voodoo People

Rating : mature

Registre : humour/suggestif

Pairing : Sanzo (top Sanji - suggéré)

Chapitres : 5 (finished)

Langage : français

Words : 17 338

The Straw Hat crew came to a desert Island. At least, it seems desert... But after an hike in the jungle, Luffy, Nami, Robin and Sanji began to act strangely.

L'équipage arrive sur une île qui paraît déserte. Mais après une virée dans la jungle, Luffy, Nami, Robin et Sanji commencent à se comporter bizarrement.

Don't be so shy

Rating : Explicit (+18)

Registre : smut/passion/love

Pairing : Zosan (top Zoro)

Chapitre : 1 (one shot)

Langage : français

Words : 6 679

Sur une île hivernale Zoro se perd dans la montagne. Sanji le retrouve mais une avalanche les oblige à passer la nuit dans un refuge. Près du feu la température augmente rapidement entre les deux hommes.

Don't be so shy (english)

Rating : Explicit (+18)

Registre : smut/passion/love

Pairing : Zosan (top Zoro)

Chapitre : 1 (one shot)

Langage : français

Words : 6 530

"Zoro beheld the cook above him. He was now straddling Zoro, shirt open and revealing his slim and beautifully muscular chest. With his chin held high and his eyes harboring a firestorm, it was a sight the swordsman would never forget."

On a winter Island, Zoro gets lost in the mountains. When Sanji goes to find him, an avalanche traps them in a mountain refuge.

Near the fire, the temperature increases quickly between the two men.

Vague à l'âme

Rating : teen and up

Registre : angst/fluff

Chapitre : 1 (one shot)

Langage : français

Words : 4 111

After WCI and Wano, the crew make an halt on an Island where a fun fair takes place. But Sanji feels overhelmed by everything happened to him lately. He went away and get drunk. Zoro find him.

Après WCI et Wano, l'équipage fait une halte sur une île où se tient une fête foraine. Mais Sanji se sent accablé par tout ce qui lui est arrivé dernièrement. Il s'éloigne des autres et se saoule. Il est retrouvé par Zoro.

Umami

Rating : Explicit (+18)

Registre : smut/passion/love

Pairing : Sanzo (top Sanji)

Chapitre : 1 (one shot)

Langage : français

Words : 7 294

Umami is the name of the fifth flavor, the one that makes everything so delicious.

A quiet night on the Sunny, Zoro can't sleep. He decides to take some booze in the kitchen. But Snaji can't sleep either. He is franticaly cooking sweet things to avoid the dark of the night. While watching him, a new appetite rise in Zoro's body, and fortunately for him, Sanji is ready to feed him.

Umami est le nom de la cinquième saveur qui rend tout délicieux.

Une nuit tranquille sur le Sunny, Zoro n'arrive pas à trouver le sommeil. Il décide d'aller chercher quelque chose à boire dans la cuisine. Mais Sanji non plus n'arrive pas à dormir. Il cuisine frénétiquement des desserts pour occuper les heures sombres de la nuit. En le regardant, Zoro sent un nouvel appétit monter en lui. Heureusement pour lui, Sanji est prêt à le satisfaire.

Making Christmas

Rating : teen and up

Registre : fluff/love/humour

Pairing : Zoro x Sanji + minor Nami x Vivi

Chapitre : 1/2

Langage : français

Words : 4 971

On a winter Island, the crew help a woman to prepare Christmas after a storm cut her and her girlfriend from the village at the other side of the mountain. Broken ribs forced Zoro to stay near his lover, Sanji.

(an english version is here on Tumblr -link below-. I need to work a little more on the traduction before releasing a neat english version on AO3)

Sur une île hivernale l'équipage aide une femme à préparer Noël après qu'une tempête l'ait coupé elle et sa petite amie du village de l'autre côté de la montagne. Des côtes cassées obligent Zoro à rester près de son amoureux, Sanji.

Bulles de pensées

Rating : General audience

Registre : hurt/comfort, fluff, love

Pairing : Zoro x Sanji

Chapitre : 1 (one shot)

Langage : français

Words : 3 038

Parfois, pendant cette course effrénée au One Piece, les émotions de Zoro deviennent trop intenses. Le destin qu'il a choisit le mène sur un chemin impitoyable, exigeant de lui qu'il soit infaillible.

Alors quand Sanji est blessé dans une bataille, la culpabilité envahit Zoro, amenant avec elle tout un tas de sentiments qu'il a du mal à définir.

Sanji le rejoint dans la salle de bain pour tenter d'apaiser les émotions qui assombrissent son compagnon d'équipage.

Battu par la tempête

Rating : explicit/violence/rape

Registre : violence, angst, smut

Pairing : Zoro x Sanji

Chapitre : 4/5

Langage : français

Words : 8 407

Le sexe dans ces conditions avait une saveur particulière. Avant que l’excitation du combat ne retombe et que le corps se rappelle de l’effort, de la fatigue et des blessures. Quand leurs peaux étaient encore brûlantes et que leurs membres fourmillaient encore de l’excitation du corps à corps.

Zoro et Sanji ont l'habitude de baiser ensemble à chaque fois qu'ils le peuvent après un combat.

Alors qu'ils sont engagés dans un furieux corps à corps, Sanji sent quelque chose changer en lui.

La science de Germa s'active au plus mauvais moment possible.

[the-starry-seas]

SO ACES SQUAD! I saw on the picrew post that Blue talks to the flower bushes and I need to know what he talks about with them. And do they have names????

Fury is a cook??? Tell me more???? 👀👀 Does he have a favorite thing to make??? What was the first dish he ever made and how did it turn out??

Racer! As a fellow Oldest Sibling/Sister I gotta ask- what’s her favorite way to annoy each of her kih’vode? Because I love annoying the little shits as revenge for all they’ve put me through

Whisper- I am just. So intrigued by xeim. Would xe like a chew toy to bite on?? They’re very soothing and I have a few xe can borrow :3

I am in love with Ember to be honest. He seems like such a sweet baby. I would like to wrap him up in a blanket burrito and give him many cookies to nom on

Yesss my first squad, they'll always be famous to me <3

Blue mostly talks about problems because then nobody talks back to him. The man just needs to vent at something, once in a while. But he also tells them that they're nice plants with pretty flowers, because he heard that saying things like that helps them grow better. He also talks to them about his boyfriend a lot. The family has some very strongly held Opinions about Blue's taste in men. (Well, taste in man. Singular. He married the first dude who showed interest in him and they're strangely cute about it.) The plants do not have names but he's particularly fond of the blueberry bush that his man gifted him.

Fury is a cook! And a baker! He loooves everything with strawberries, it's the polycule's favourite fruit so he gets really good at every dessert he can find. He also likes a lot of spiced food and gets very good at a jalapeno, cheddar, and bacon sourdough. He will eat any kind of sandwich on that bread. But his favourite favourite is grilled cheese with grape jelly. He made it in the GAR after good missions and now it's a traditional celebratory food for the squad. That was his first attempt at his own recipe, so to speak, and it became everyone's go-to comfort food.

Racer is very good at annoying people. Blue is easily annoyed by her because she's chaotic and loves explosions and keeps sneaking bombs onto their ship/into their house. Fury cannot be annoyed by her 99% of the time, they are far too alike, but sometimes she tries to bother him into doing chaos with her while he's hyperfixated on something else and he gets snappy with her. Ember hates how she just goes through his closet and steals all his cute shirts, but he can always steal them back. Whisper has bitten her so many times for just picking xei up in a hug and spinning xei around like a dreidel, or just being too loud in xeim general vicinity, and she has yet to learn any better.

Yeah xe loves chew toys! I hc that xe does have a chew necklace that xe gnaws on while xe's staked out somewhere cause it gives xei something to do. Xe also likes rubik's cubes and has the kind that has those different tactile bumps that match the colours.

Ember is such a sweetheart. He does love blanket burritos, especially with his husband. But the best place to chill is in the bay window blanket nest with their baby girl cuddled to his chest. They live on the next planet over from Tatooine and everyone visits each other all the time. He's also a ballet dancer, fire dancer, and a woodworker! The whole family's got little carved animals hanging around. They're good luck charms <3 And he carves their tiny darling Kote's crib, too!

[kayrockerqog]

Leadershipping (oc x canon)

Headcanons 🎻🦖

Because screw it, something to make me feel better for Crimbus-

As per my headcanon that Kenzan started to cook meals with Kabayama (or Prof. Sartyr, aka the Ra dorm head teacher) after their duel; he often has Musa joining them since she's also used to making her own food. Through this, they learn each other's flavour profiles and occasionally make each other snacks or entire meals just because----most often, Kenzan brings Musa something to eat while she's studying.

Even before they were romantically involved, Musa was the most effective method of snapping him out of dino mode. None of the others know why that is.

Musa is actually a bit of a Mai fangirl, and implies as much while the gang is in Domino City in Season Two. This enthusiasm was met with even MORE enthusiasm from Kenzan and the two would be talking tidbits about Battle City whenever he wasn't preoccupied arguing with Sho.

"You were in a tag duel on top of the same building Mutou-san and Kaiba-san did?" "YEAH, THAT'S WHAT I SAID WHEN WE GOT THERE, SAURUS!!" "I'm quite jealous...what I would not give to be where Kujaku-san dueled..."

More under the cut because I get kinda rambly,,

While he was still trying to get to know Musa, Kenzan would make many amateur mistakes during their music class JUST so she would talk to him.

Musa has a stim where she taps her fingers on whatever surface she has nearby, and sometimes she gets into a deliberately complex rhythm when she's trying to calm down. If Kenzan is around when she's tapping, he will slowly start tapping back a counter-rhythm that'll get slower until she adjusts to the beat and settles.

In contrast, since Kenzan is a bit of a biter and she noticed he chews on his pencils a lot, she got him a bag of those bigger attachable erasers to nom on instead of the actual pencil.

Though Musa is not one for too much PDA, she has gotten used to Kenzan having an arm around her by the time they're dating and will lean on his shoulder if he doesn't while they're standing together until he does.

They've developed a habit of whistling to get each other's attention, half because Musa has exceptional hearing and half because Kenzan's dino instincts are similar to dog instincts, so they listen for it above all the other noises.

Kenzan takes pictures of any birds he finds outside or hanging out elsewhere to show Musa and get her rambling about them.

During the zombie arc, they exchanged cards and kept the other's in their decks "in case of an emergency;" Musa has a copy of Black Stego, while Kenzan has a copy of Solo the Melodious Songstress.

[Rei and Fubuki tease the hell out of them about this]

">:3 Sooooo, our dearest Queen of Ra has bestowed a token of her affections to her champion~ What a bold move, Musa-chan~!" "...what on Earth are you talking about? It was nothing like that."

"Oooooh, you guys traded cards to put in your decks so you have a part of each other everywhere you go?? That's so cute!!" "W-What?? No!! It was a precautionary move in case something goes wrong!! Yeah, that's it, saurus."

After wearing his bandana for so long during the Yubel arc, Musa got used to having one on and felt weird without it. So for Christmas he made her one, in his most obvious act of courtship to date. With embroidered music notes. (because his customizing of his jacket has me convinced he can sew) She cried on the spot. /pos

They have candid pictures of each other as their phone wallpapers.

They are 100% the type of couple coordinating their outfits without trying to. Like they keep to their own aesthetics, and yet they match.

And a lot of these next ones are connected, so, spacer :>

Because Musa is dense as a rock when it comes to flirting, she occasionally tells Kenzan about "strange encounters" with other male students telling her random things, only for him to tell her they were pick-up lines and ask for the students' names. For reasons :>

And if any brave soul tried this while Kenzan was there, they would almost immediately cower away because, dear god does that boy have the most terrifying guard dog energy.

He also uses this to his advantage since Musa is about as straightforward as it gets, always saying how much he loves her and her quirks in oddly specific ways. He is also very vocal about it.

On the other hand, Musa values Kenzan's opinion a LOT, and her best display of affection outside of her gifting/acts of service is to ask him questions about things. What he's currently working on, how his day is going, if he noticed anything interesting, and opinions on stuff going on; she likes to know his feelings and uses that knowledge to better help him or cater to his wants.

...which is exactly how she learned about his leg pain and migraines, which causes her to check the weather far more than any sane person would so she can make him tea to soothe the pain.

He HAS tried to pull off a grand gesture or two, most notably when Musa got the Asuka treatment and another suitor straight up tried to claim they were engaged (despite Musa literally not even knowing the guy)--- Kenzan challenged him to a duel, absolutely wrecked him, all the while debunking every fake claim the guy made pretending he knows Musa and thus proving how well he knows her.

"...he actually remembered all of that." "Ahhhhh, my heart!! Musa-chan, you're so lucky, that's so romantic of him!!" "...yes, I suppose it is. &lt;3"

....yeah, I'm ill about them, I'm well aware, leave me alone /lh /nm

[marvel-noms]

can you do a vore oneshot about a dr strange vore with peter as prey no portal vore though perhaps strange looses control?

Sure! I tried just so you know XD))

Peter was slowly getting used to being swallowed down by the team. Sure, it was annoying and gross, so so gross, but it was slowly starting to be comforting. Once he got over the whole idea of being inside a stomach it was oddly comforting, the thrumming of the spider sense dulled down and if his senses got to be too much the familiarity soothed his nerves. Not only that, if he was swallowed by the team that would be the safest, he would ever be, ever.

He sighs as he uses his towel to dry his hair from the shower he has taken after Mr. Stark has snagged him. It hadn’t been too bad this time, more comforting than anything mostly because of a crappy day at school. He had half wished he had spoken up about staying- His thoughts come to a stop when he sees Mr. Doctor.Strange pacing in the penthouse, seeming very..ah bothered?

“Mr. Stark had to go to a meeting, I could um..tell him you were here?” He says slowly, finishing drying his hair, the towel resting across his shoulders. The man’s eyes snap up to him with an odd look in his eyes. He had seen it before though... It was very familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. “Hey you, okay? You look a little pale there.”  

“I’m fine. You should leave.” Strange snaps quickly looking away. Peter scrunches his nose up at the rudeness and crosses his arms. “Look I kinda sorta live here too, so you can’t be mean and tell me to leave.”  

“I am struggling with something you can’t help with, so leave.” The doctor still sounded annoyed which only make peter feel even more pissy. “Hey! you’re still being rude. Maybe you should leave.” Ah yes, very grown-up Peter, great job. He wasn’t a kid he shouldn’t come off as whiny.

“Maybe I can help, tell me what it is! I’ve been working with Mr. Stark so I’m good at most things.” It had to be science or avengers related right? Strange grits his teeth a loud whining growl coming from the man’s gut. Oh...Oh! That’s what that looks was! “I said you couldn’t help, now run along.” The man snaps again, his hands pressed against his middle now as another growl comes from his gut.

“I mean that’s what I help the other Avengers with, and Mr. Stark too.” Peter says sheepishly running a hand through his hair. It hadn’t even dried fully but hey Mr.Doctor.Strange was probably going to give in anyway. “It’s a normal thing now so ah, why not embrace it?”  

“I have and it isn’t working! The feeling won’t go away even after I... I.” Strange scowls an air of frustration around him. “Well, that doesn’t make sense, I mean it goes away after everyone else eats me. Even after Mr. Roger's binges he can go for a while.” Peter says rocking on the balls of his feet. He was a go to for most of the team because of his availability and the fact that most of the Avengers couldn’t be shrunk down to be nommed.  

“I know, which is why I wanted to talk to Stark, a man who has the same inconvince.” The amount of exhaustion in the man’s tone made Peter feel horrible. How long had he been suffering from the instinct? “Well, I’m on the other side of things so I can still help! Why don’t you show me how you eat your person.” He hums getting closer, despite Strange backing up with a grimace. Normally preds would be more than willing at the offer, hell Mr. Stark was going to be insanely jealous if he knew he was willing to offer himself up.

There was a bit of silent reliance before the doctor sighed in exasperation and rubbed his temples. “I portal them in and out. It’s more effective that way.” That was..super cool. Peter’s eyes light up at the opportunity to see more magic before he realizes he was supposed to be serious. He clears his throat and nods sheepishly. “Well, um..no other pred does it that way? Maybe you’re missing the whole holding and doing the shrinking yourself part, so your body gets upset, sorta like fruit candies aren’t as good as actual fruits.”

A brief silence as the gears in Strange’s head turned before the doctor groans in frustration as if he had a eureka moment. “The issue with that is I can’t hold anyone like...that.” The man holding his shaking hands up when Peter went to question why. They were shaking horribly but Peter had an advantage that no one else did. “I can be sticky, then you won’t drop me! Come on you’re in discomfort and then you’re going to snap and go on a little binge and won’t feel any better.”

“You have a point..but won’t Stark be upset about me stealing his..ward?” It was obvious Strange didn’t exactly know what he was to Mr. Stark and had a funny aversion to using nicknames like Mr. Stark would. He shakes his head and tosses his towel on a chair. “Nah, and if he is I’ll smooth it over.” he says with a shrug. That predatory look in his eyes only seem to grow with each passing moment before the man sighs in frustration.  

“Fine. But this is my first time using the..er Traditional way.” Peter shrugs and moves right in front of the man, a small smile on his face. This was a little scary but..but it just meant that he would be able to confidently ask Mr. Stark for this. Besides..he sorta wanted to see how portaling out felt like. When Mr.Dr.Strange didn’t do anything, he sighed dramatically.

“Alright, so just put your hand, hands or finger on my shoulder and focus. Mr. Stark says that the shrinking comes naturally. Then you just sorta grab me, gently, and put me in your mouth and swallow. Then bam! I’ll be in your stomach.”

Strange’s face wrinkles up at the crude explanation but slowly lifts a shaking hand up to Peter’s shoulder, the light touch still shaking with tremors. “Focus, it’ll come like breathing.” He comments. “I’m going. I thought you didn’t like being eaten spiderling.” Strange shoots back, a small calming breath escaping him. There was a brief pause before a weird feeling traveled through Peter. He closes his eyes in anticipation as the odd feeling of the floor rushing up to him hits him. It was a little sickening, but he was used to the feeling by now.

When he opens his eyes, he frowns and shakes his head. “You’re going to want to go smaller, I know I look pretty small now but trust me it’s not very fun going down this big.” He closes his eyes again as the light reassure of a finger returns to his shoulder, and when the pressure subsides.  

“There, is this better?” Strange asks, Peter flinching at the volume. Man, some people didn’t get that sound was much louder at this height. “Dude- lower your voice and yeah!” He calls out grabbing at the man’s trembling hand. “Ah sorry...and You’re sure that you can get ‘sticky’ and be fine?”  

“Absolutely! I can stick to people’s insides and those move all the time!” He huffs, grabbing onto the hand when it was low enough. It was an odd feeling with the tremors, but he could stick no problem as he was slowly lifted up to the man’s face. “Open up Doc! Then all you hafta do is slick me up and send me down and bam! Problem solved.”

“You’ve done this many times haven’t you?”  

Peter nods, staying sticky as he was lifted up more towards the doctor's face. “Mmhm! I’m sorta trying to stop being so reliant too so..so this is a big step.” His spider sense had been blissfully quiet this time round. “Besides it’ll help you.” He says with a small smile. There was a pause before strange nods and he opened his mouth, lowering his feet first.  

The warmth was welcomed considering it was hard to regulate body heat, and the familiar squishy feeling of the tongue as his feet brushed against it. Strange went slow like he wasn’t used to this- which he guessed he wasn't... The saliva soaked his pjs immediately, which was gross, very gross but familiar too. Once he was fully inside there was a pause before the muscle poked him around making sure he wasn’t in the way of any teeth.  

Then the bright lights of the tower disappear as the doctor's pearly white teeth clack shut around him. The muscle under him twitches slightly, Strange probably debating if he should taste him or not- which was fair considering this was new territory for the man. “You are going to have to slick me up, I mean I don’t think it’s very comfortable swallowing dry.” He hums patting the muscle under him.

Nothing happened for a moment then the muscle slowly started poking at him, then fully tasting him, it was weird that preds could taste things that everyone else couldn’t, he wondered what his taste was like..he would need to ask Mr. Stark. Man, he needed to do a lot for the man.  

The space was pooling with saliva, Strange obviously struggling to decide if he should swallow or not. “Okay it looks like you’re ready, so um..just swallow.” When nothing happened, he scooted towards the back of the man’s throat until his feet lightly pressed against the entrance. The flesh stayed stubbornly firm not allowing his feet to slip inside, the uvula whacking him in his chest. “It’s not as bad as you think. It’s like swallowing a noodle but a little bigger..well a lot bigger.”

There was a sigh before a loud swallow surrounded him, his feet suddenly being sucked inside the throat. He stifles a yelp as another swallow rolled over him, the muscles dragging him down. One more swallow finally made him travel down easily, a tight ring giving in with some resistance, rolling over his body. He lands with a squelch in the dark organ. Muscular walls rippled against him as the stomach gurgled contently. It was slightly tense but soon he sunk slightly into the flesh as the man finally relaxed... probably the instinct falling silent.  

“Does that feel better?” He asks with a small grin, lightly pressing against the flesh in front of him. Strange was silent for a few moments before answering. “Yes. That was the problem..thank you this..this is nice.” Strange murmurs, Peter relaxing at the soft rumble of the man’s tone, Mr. Stark stomach was better..it felt more familiar, Strange’s was different too.  

“Hey, no problem..now you know,”

[wendy130]

(you can make noms if you'd like!)

Button's and stitches

One's without the other

From rock and stone

I built a friend

Freaky just got fabulous

Just a bucket

Fuzzy room

The dingy gingi

// I combined two of these together  & omitted the last one out because I'm not sure what a "gingi" is.

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Buttons and stitches

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Ranboo gets a doll from his estranged brother, Dream, on his birthday. Questioningly, he asked why he was given a toy, after all, he was a bit too old for dolls, but all Dream does is give him a smile, saying “well. I know how bad your sleep is. I thought maybe a little doll would help.” Ranboo hesitantly laughs it off as a joke.

Honestly… he’s… not sure what to think of such a childish toy… but it was a gift.

The toy is… strange.

The more he looks at it, the more…. unsettlingly human it feels despite the subtle inhuman design of the doll. The red eyes burn a little too bright whenever he looks at them, and the lingering stare whenever he turns his back is… well. Ranboo is quick to throw the toy into the corner of his room before he goes to sleep that night.

Like any other night, he doesn’t get peaceful rest, often waking up with quickened breath before forcing himself back asleep.

He’s not sure when, but… at one point when he wakes up, he’s fairly certain he heard a quiet, deep voice lull him back asleep.

When he wakes up at a decent time, he finally registers that he had heard a voice in the night. Immediately, he asks his family if they had come in while he was sleeping. All negative answers. He slips back into his room, more confused than before but… he pushes it away as a case of auditory hallucination. He’s… had a couple of those so it’s not that out of the question.

Well. Until he kept hearing that voice every. single. night.

Feeling like he’s going insane with trying to figure out why he kept hearing that voice, he desperately tries to think of why it was happening.

It’s only when he glances at the corner of his room where he has thrown the doll that he comes to a realization. Horrifically, the doll he had thrown facing away from him had somehow turned to face his bed.

Freaking out, he ran out of his room, immediately calling Dream to ask about what the fuck had he brought into Ranboo’s house. Dream… doesn’t pick up. He calls every hour, but still nothing.

Now nearing nighttime again, Ranboo sneaks back into his room after everyone else has gone to bed, only to freeze when he doesn’t see the fucking doll. Where was it? Where the hell did it go? What the fuck happened?

...Yeah. He wasn’t going to fucking sleep today. Or maybe even after all of this. Thanks, Dream. He had a feeling he knew why he was estranged from the family if this was what Dream normally acted like.

Crawling onto his bed with his lights on, an extra flashlight next to him just in case, his phone, charger, and a bat all right next to him, he camps out.

Except. It’s really hard, especially when he doesn’t get good sleep often. He feels himself drift off a couple times before he pulls out his phone and puts on a video to keep himself up.

It’s nearing four am when something finally changes.

One second his lights are on, and his phone is working fine, and the next everything is turned off. He can’t see anything.

Ranboo barely has time to scream when he feels something cover his mouth. It’s- oh fuck- it feels like skin. He whimpers loudly, glancing up to see two glowing red eyes.

“You should be asleep, kid.”

He passes out before anything else can happen.

….Yeah, so, uh, Techno is a doll that can turn human, and, yes, Dream assigned him to make sure Ranboo got to sleep. And was protected.

// Kinda.... Thinking about this idea a lot aghsdjf <3

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One's without the other

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Techno and Wilbur twins duo thingy? They were split up when they were young bc of a stupid prophet that said “they’ll grown increasingly stronger and stronger while near each other.”

Techno knew of the prophecy while growing up and he was desperate to reunite with his brother. Wilbur was brought up ignorant to it, and was terrified when his hometown was burned down by a pyromaniac.

He ran off with his mentor, Phil, who was protecting him, but wherever they went the person followed him. He came to know them as the Blood God.

Strangely though, despite being told to hate this person, he couldn’t bring himself to. Instead… he was filled with some strange curiosity and he wanted to find out who they were and why they wanted him.

Something told him that there’s more than meets the eye.

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I built a friend from rock and stone

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Foolish took it upon himself to challenge his sculpting skills. He wanted to make something realistic so it looked like it had life in it.

But…. He might have accidentally put a little too much life into the figure.

Enough to actually bring the statue alive.

And now, it looks like he has a confused statue in his home.

Oh. And was it mentioned that the statue was twenty feet tall?

(You can imagine whoever you’d like to be the statue, however, for me, I thought of it being either Dream or Eret!)

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Freaky just got fabulous

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Cryptid Dream becoming famous without even knowing it. That’s it. Anytime someone comes up for an autograph, he fucking books it and only gets more famous because of his escape stunts.

This doesn’t really fit the prompt but I think it’s funny bc I read “fabulous” as “famous” oghf.,,.

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Just a bucket

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Philza was going exploring when he found a lone axolotl. Curiosity peaked, he was quick to chase after the little creature.

He was too slow though, and the axolotl was quick enough to escape his talons.

He ends up returning back to that place, and he’s delighted to see the same axolotl from before.

Giving chase like before, he swims around wildly while trying to catch the axolotl. The axolotl is still much faster & teasing with their floundering, but, this time, Phil has a trick up his sleeve.

He ends up scooping the axolotl up in a bucket from his inventory! With a cheer, he smiled down at the little axolotl. Finally, he caught the little critter.

(Based on a clip where Phil has an axolotl named after Kristen :]!! )

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Fuzzy Room

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Not a prompt, just a hc because my brain is frying up:

Ranboo has a room full of fuzzy, cute stuff & every time he goes in there his mind becomes fuzzy. No angsty canon stuff. Just a shitpost. Ranboo is scared of nothing. It’s just him going “oo, fuzzy stuff ghfnnfbjdkdjj” like a dumb bitch.

[bunnibons]

So I watched PointCrow's TOTK run, right?

Badabing badaboom, Foxx but TOTK

TOTK Spoilers from here on out:

HOLY FUCKING FUCK WE GOT ZONAI LORE BABY!

Okay, I have never posted about Foxx before, so here's the general rundown:

Hoshizaki Foxx a skilled glaive user, originally a kind of phusdo-Champion from Laurelyn Village, his ability was pretty much just the D&D spell Blink. He's descended from a rather powerful Zonai line (now that I have the TOTK lore, I'd probably say some kind of family with connection to spirit or illusion magic?) That in some point of time married with Hylians.

When the Calamity happened, Foxx was able to beat his Blight Gannon (name pending) but it left him very very injured. And the Malice left over from the Blight was pretty much like; "Mmm, is that a Champion in a weakened state? Lemme om nom nom that shit," and took control of his body (a-la; Age of Calamity style) perfectly preserving said body and pretty much imprisoning him for an indeterminant amount of time.

I like to think that when Link heads over to Foxx's Devine Beast, what I'm calling Vi Sumerki (fuck you, patterns are for the weak,) he's expecting a Blight.

He does not get a Blight.

Instead, he hears footsteps, then turns. There before him, the corrupted form of his former friend, adorned in blackened and corroded armour. Before he says anything, glittering red eyes are already in his face. With a swift swing of Foxx's blade, Link is beat. He stumbles back to Laurelyn Village in an attempt to get some form of treatment for his various cuts and a particularly nasty laceration on his forearm.

Eventually, after learning more about the former Champion from the last remaining relatives of Foxx, he goes back. He's well-equipped now, he hadn't expected to be fighting someone with that level of finesse with a blade that powerful. This time he wins, but can't bring himself to flat out murder someone who used to be his friend, instead he leaves the corrupted man in the care of the Sheikah.

They manage to save Foxx, unfortunately, they have no idea how long it'll take for him to wake up.

Foxx finds himself in a strange, almost drowning state. He doesn't have a fucking clue where he is until he find oh shit! There's air in his lungs! After the realisation, he opens his eyes.

Yeah, he'd in the middle of fucking nowhere. More accurately, on in island in the bloody sky. He Blinks from one island to the other, his aim getting increasingly more concerning okay, he thinks, that's fine, I'm probably just tired. He is not in fact, just tired, he doesn't know that yet, so it's fine. It's a problem for future Foxx.

Eventually, he stumbles across a Glider, and via practically hotwiring it, gets to the ground.

Now he's just stumbling on everything, rocks, branches, roots, oh! And of course; Lookout Landing. Purah (understandably) freaks the fuck out and immediately runs tests on the now rather disheveled (and absolutly starving) Hylian. Turns out, everything's fine, Foxx has fully recovered, Foxx does not ask her about why his powers would be acting up, I'm just tired he thinks, (he's fucking wrong.)

(I'll be explaining the rest of this later because holy shit)

[respectthepetty]

Call you? Like with a phone?!

Random musings of About Youth pt. 3 (2, 1, intro)

No Chen Junwei this week. Good.

I like every single song in every single episode. The music department on this production team really knows what they are doing. I’m actually turning up the volume on this theme song!

The production team also knows what they are doing with that branding. First, the umbrella, and now the photo booth photos have “About Youth” on them. I, too, would like a photo booth in the middle of a clothing store.

The look of fear in Xu Qi Zhang’s eyes when Ye Guang suggested he actually call him, on a phone, to speak to him, on the phone. The youths.

I, too, would need some time if Ray looked at me like that. I can respect it.

Ye Guang is experiencing an entirely new emotion, hell, a whole new dimension after Xu Qi Zhang caressed his hand and blew on it, yet Xu Qi Zhang just goes back to work like nothing.

Jian is pinning outside of Ray’s place! However, Ray sidelined Jian like they are used to this behavior from men. Just standing outside of the place begging to talk to them or take them out. I see you, bb.

I’m a sucker for symbolism, so Jian fixing the heart that he broke is *nom nom nom* food for my soul.

What the teacher said – “lively and cheerful”. What the parents heard – “strange behavior”. Then, the dad wants to say he doesn’t deserve to eat?! And that they need to get their son professional help?! My siblings in Christ, YOU NEED THE PROFESSIONAL HELP! Does he realize how ridiculous he sounds saying “supplementary education area” with a straight face?! I know it’s a cultural difference, but everyone making excuses for these parents is irking me. They are bad people. They are bad parents. These parents need to make sure their life insurance policies are up-to-date because *slides finger threateningly across throat*

Wait, this is how this is ending?! Oh, this hurts!

The opening was also sad with it being about trying to close the growing distance between them, but Ray’s look when Xu Qi Zhang is talking about Ye Guang is the way most of us feel. Reel it in, Xu Qi Zhang. Too much emoting.

I had to close my computer and take a lap when Ye Guang’s parents came on the screen. I’m not even going to waste my precious time screenshotting this scene. It’s already burned into my brain. As Drake stated, I’m in my feelings, but this was an excellent comeback.

Why isn’t Xu Qi Zhang comforting Ye Guang?! Why is he lecturing…*oop* oh, damn, he mentioned the dad, and that step back that Xu Qi Zhang took… I felt that in my stomach.

Her PFLAG nomination bid is writing itself at this point.

Jian slept outside of Ray’s place. I don’t know how I feel about this. I want to root for him, but my man, this is uncomfortable. He is out there morning and night. Not a good look.

All I hear while Ye Guang's dad is talking on TV:

Am I really paying attention to someone singing on a show?! WHO AM I?! The power of this show, my people! I didn’t even mute it! And now they are COMMUNICATING! Move over other shows about high schoolers who don't talk and hide secrets like they are pots of gold. About Youth just waltzed its way into my best-of-the-year list.

This ends next week?! But how, Sway? HOW?!

[shushiyuii]

tiny avian benchtrio with one of the giant sbi of choice noms maybe with them playing a game and the giant can nom them if caught

Of course my dear anon!

Warnings: Soft vore, (mentions of being squeezed and child abandonment)

Words: 1.3K+

“ARE YOU DONE YET?”, Tommy yelled from the upwards of the tree, wondering when the two of his friends would catch up, he knew that Tubbo was the slowest of the three but that wasn’t a reason for Ranboo to wait for him too!

“We’re coming Tommy!”, Replied Ranboo, using his wings to attempt to give a current to Tubbo since he was just a hummingbird, compared to Tommy and Ranboo, who were sparrows. Tommy groaned in frustration at the speed of the two, he wanted to get going.

“Oh, be quiet, you ass!” Tubbo yelled as he flapped his wings faster, gaining speed and flying fast towards Tommy. Tommy couldn’t react as Tubbo pushed him off the branch sending him falling downwards.

He flew back up though after a moment of realisation and screaming. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR BITCH?!”, “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING AN ASS!”, “WELL I’M SORRY YOU’RE SLOW! I WANNA GO SEE THEM ALREADY!”.

They were on their way to what they called, “The Sleepy Bois house”, Also known as the Minecraft’s household. They had made friends with the family since they were young and well, kind of grew up with the family since they didn’t really have their own.

Tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo were really young, without parents. They were left to die, that was until rescue came from their father figure Phil, who raised them himself with his two sons. And well, they were still technically wild since they didn’t really live there, they lived outside.

Phil always welcomed them into the house, but they always refused, since well they preferred nature compared to a tight environment, that’s at least what Tommy said but the actual answer was that they didn’t want to intrude.

“You just wanna see Wilbur again!”, “I DO NOT!”. The two of them had always been close, the same goes with Ranboo and Techno as with Tubbo and Phil. The group got along really well. To a point where they trusted each other completely.

“Okay, you two! Let’s just move along!”, Ranboo interrupted not wanting the two to argue. The three of them then made their way to the house, landing by a window. Tommy then proceeded to bang the window aggressively.

To be persise, this was Wilbur’s window. With Music that could be heard from the other side. But it stopped abruptly when walking could be heard coming towards the window, it opened with Wilbur looking down at them with an annoyed expression. “What do you want?”.

“Hey Wilbur!”, Ranboo greeted since the other two did no such thing after a moment. Wilbur’s annoyance turned to a smirk as he stared at the three. “Come on then.”. He stepped aside for Tommy and Ranboo to fly in, offering his hand to Tubbo as well who happily hopped on.

They landed over to Wilbur’s desk, “So, what are you guys doing here today?”, “Visiting”, answered Tubbo. “Missed us?”, “No!” Tommy answered. Of course, he had his pride, but everyone could see right through it at this point. “Well, Phil and Techno are out right now so it’s only me. I had a feeling you guys would be visiting.”.

…

The three sat around comfortably, Wilbur at his office chair strumming his guitar, Tommy sitting on his monitor happily listening, Tubbo messing around with his pc despite his small size and Ranboo just casually sitting at the end of the desk.

Moments like these were nice and peaceful, the group could just spend time together without the banter or anything chaotic happening, which is what usually was happening so it was nice to get a break now and then.

But moments like these don’t last for long…

…

Wilbur looked over to the three boys with a smirk, “You know what, I’m feeling a bit peckish”. The look on the three’s faces turned to one that screamed chaotic as if in telepathy, the three looked at each other and immediately flew away from Wilbur who made an attempt to catch them.

“Awh, not going to make this easy for me now, are we?”. The three of them then separated throughout the house. Making the game officially begin…

…

Wilbur wandered into Techno’s bedroom, a place Ranboo always had a tendency to hide in. He would be hard to find but it would be well worth it. He looked through the countless jewellery and books, finding nothing.

He looked through the high shelves nothing. He scanned around again and then found something rather strange. In Techno’s cape, his pocket seemed rather full compared to how empty it usually was. A smirk came to his face as he made his way over.

“Oh, Ranboo~”, he sang as he came ever so closer, then as quick as he could. He grabbed Ranboo and brought him out quickly towards his face, gaining a scream from Ranboo. Wilbur quickly opened his mouth to try and eat Ranboo before he could squirm out of his hold.

“Wing! Wing!”. Wilbur then noticed his trapped in between his fingers and immediately let them go, surprisingly Ranboo didn’t take the opportunity to fly away. “You okay Boo? I didn’t hurt you, did I? “, “No! No! Just got my wing caught! That’s all!”.

“Okay, good”. Wilbur then gently placed Ranboo into his mouth, once he was sure Ranboo was safe he closed his mouth and tasted at the vanilla taste of Ranboo, deeming him ready he swallowed. Feeling the sparrow land into his stomach, nice and snug. Now it was time for another Gremlin.

…

He searched under the couch cushions, under the actual sofa and under the coffee table but no sign of Tommy. He wasn’t even in the kitchen as he double-checked. “Found him yet?”, asked Ranboo. Wilbur looked down at his stomach and rubbed it softly, “Nothing yet, Gremlin child”.

“I!-“, it was cut off and from above. The ceiling fan, he looked up to see an embarrassed Tommy from above, “Well, it seems your pride exceeds you, Tommy. Come on now!”, Wilbur went to go grab Tommy. “Not Today! Bitch!”.

Tommy flapped his wings, ready to fly away from Wilbur but he was far too slow for the giant. He was caught, “Nice try, Toms but sadly, not Today”. He smirked, oh how the tables have now turned.

He opened his mouth wide, seeing the fear in Tommy’s eyes only fuelled him further to gobble him down, before Tommy was placed into Wilbur’s mouth though, he ruffled the boy’s hair. Making sure he was comforted.

Then Tommy soon followed Ranboo, his strawberry taste staying on Wilbur’s tongue. He smirked as he felt the two get comfortable in his stomach and gave it a rub. One left to go

…

He easily found Tubbo hiding in the blankets of Phil’s bed, it was the usual place for Tubbo. He just decided to let Tubbo win this round since the other two would always tease him for always been the first one found of the three.

“Hello Tubster”, “Hey Wil! Am I going to be eaten now?”, Tubbo furrowed an eyebrow. “Do you want to be eaten?”. Tubbo hummed in thought for a moment, then nodded happily. Wilbur then offered his hand to Tubbo, who joyfully hopped on.

Wilbur then carefully cupped Tubbo into his mouth, the taste of cinnamon claiming his taste buds, he playfully poked his tongue at Tubbo who tackled back. After a while, he was swallowed as well, following Tommy and Ranboo.

He then felt them all snuggled in and feeling exhausted from playing the game, made his way to the living room for the night.

…

“Wilbur! We’re home!”, they were met with no reply. Curious they made their way to the living room to find him, seeing him sleeping on the couch. A hand covering his stomach protectively. “It seems we’ve had some visitors…”, Phil whispered.

The two looked at each other and smiled, they carried Wilbur to bed and carried on with their day for a while, then made their way to their own beds.

[fdelopera]

Welcome to the 31st installment of 15 Weeks of Phantom, where I post all 68 sections of Le Fantôme de l’Opéra, as they were first printed in Le Gaulois newspaper 115 yeas ago.

In today’s installment, we have Part III of Chapter 12, “Il faut oublier le nom de « la voix d’homme »” (“You Must Forget the Name of ‘the Man’s Voice’”), and Part I of Chapter 13, “Au-dessus des trappes” (“Above the Trapdoors”).

This section was first printed on Tuesday, 9 November, 1909.

For anyone following along in David Coward's translation of the First Edition of Phantom of the Opera (either in paperback, or Kindle, or from another vendor -- the ISBN-13 is: 978-0199694570), the text starts in Chapter 11 at, “She took both his hands and looked at him with all the unadulterated tenderness she was capable of,” and goes to Chapter 12, “In La Juive, she was given a tremendous reception.” 

Note, however, that a large part of this section in the Gaulois was cut from the First Edition. See below.

There are some major differences between the Gaulois text and the First Edition. In this section, these include (highlighted in red above):

1) The following segment in the Gaulois text was omitted from the First Edition. It is a continuation of the segment that was omitted from the previous section of the chapter from 7 November.

Translation:

“I shall bring him round, Christine. When he sees me ready to die of despair, he will have to give in.”

“Your family will cast you out!”

“No, for you shall be with me, and when they see you, they will be unable to do without you. Oh, Christine, listen to me … if you wish it to be, nothing in the world can stop us from being happy!”

Christine had risen. She shook her head and a bitter smile passed across her pale lips.

“You must abandon this hope, my dear…”

“I swear to you that you shall be my wife!”

“And I,” cried Christine in an exclamation of peculiar sorrow… “and I, I have sworn that I shall never be!”

Raoul hesitated… He had no doubt misheard… He wanted to hear it again.

“You have sworn… You have sworn that you will never be my wife? Christine? And to whom, then, mademoiselle, have you made this fine oath, if not to the one whose gold ring you have accepted?”

Christine did not reply. Raoul pressed her to explain herself. The young man’s agitation was extreme. The fire of jealousy was overcoming him anew. It frightened him.

“Take comfort!” she cried in a moment of madness where love and modesty engaged in the most seductive struggle… “I have sworn to myself that I would have no other husband but you.”

“Yes, but you will not marry me!” groaned Raoul. “This is a sorrowful remedy for my pain. What strange oaths, Christine! And how convoluted all of this is, even though I have esteemed you to be candor itself… What! You swear to yourself to have no other husband but me, and yet you make an oath to another that you will never marry me! To whom, then, Christine? I want to know… Wretch that I am, I already know! And you say that you love me and that you want me to believe you! You forget that I know the name of the man’s Voice!”

She took his hands then and looked at him with all the pure affection of which she was capable, and the young man, beneath the gaze of those eyes, felt that his pain was already assuaged.

“Raoul,” she said, “I have given you the confession of my love to have the right to tell you: You must forget the man’s voice and never again even recall his name … and never again attempt to fathom the mystery of the man’s voice.”

“This mystery is so very terrible?”

She raised her lovely arms toward the two silent figures, witnesses half smiling, half saddened by these strange words; her countenance became gloomy, and her throat choked back a sob. She said:

“There is none more terrible on this earth!”

A silence separated the two youths. Raoul was overwhelmed. She carried on winning him over.

2) Chapter XIII was printed as Chapter XIV. This numbering error was made in Chapter VII, and was not corrected, so it was propagated throughout the Gaulois publication.

3) Chapter 12 in the Gaulois text is Chapter 11 in the First Edition, and Chapter 13 in the Gaulois text is Chapter 12 in the First Edition.

4) In the Gaulois text, Leroux further described the change in Christine’s demeanor after she confesses that she may die while Raoul is off on his Polar expedition:

Translation:

She no longer smiled, she no longer bantered, she no longer dissembled.

5) In the Gaulois, Leroux gives gives an additional description of La Carlotta’s state of mind when she performed at the Opéra Garnier after the “toad” incident:

Translation:

Since her ordeal with the “toad,” La Carlotta had been unable to perform on stage without finding herself prey to the most cruel torment.

6) In the Gaulois, Leroux tells us what became of La Carlotta’s career after she broke her contract at the Opéra:

Translation:

She found a way to break her contract and left for a performance tour in America.

7) Minor differences in punctuation and capitalization.

Click here to see the entire edition of Le Gaulois from 9 November, 1909. This link brings you to page 3 of the newspaper — Le Fantôme is at the bottom of the page in the feuilleton section. Click on the arrow buttons at the bottom of the screen to turn the pages of the newspaper, and click on the Zoom button at the bottom left to magnify the text.

[celestialmango]

With the celestial zoo collection, would this be another one of fazbear entertainments businesses and therefore the care, diet and enclosures that they're kept in aren't the best and that's why all the inhabitants eventually bond closely with reader or is it actually run well? ~Shy

Definitely a Fazbear business, a waver must be signed when hired or before entrance which is also why they make it cost extra for kids to be allowed in the enclosure to be babysat by the Suns and Moons. If course their reader is eventually promoted to manager of the place and gets free reign so they made the living situation much better for their boys before I talk about this next fun part.

When animatronic Sun and Moon get to see the many many creatures that look like them they mentally stall, and depending on if its before or after Moon has the virus, virus Moon goes full gremlin with the rest of the gremlin Moons to cause chaos while uninfected he's extremely curious about every one of them and most of the Suns are surprised he doesn't act like a gremlin while the rest are curious about him too.

For the purpose of this animatronic Sun is going to be marked with ☀️, virus Moon with🌙 and non virus with 🌕 instead of their names now to avoid confusion due to there being lots of Suns and Moons.

As for ☀️, super excited and the other Suns are excited about him too and try to play with him, to the point the land based ones try to pull him into their enclosures.

At some point ☀️ is definitely going to get a taste of what it's like to be nommed but no damage is caused to him so it's not a painful experience, just a strange one that makes him quite anxious till he remembers why he noms people so since all these Suns most likely have done if for the same reason, an extra form of affection.

🌕 is going to freak out that his brother was eaten but then quickly gets nommed by the Sun that nommed his bro so now they're both in there.

The Moons would see ☀️ so similar to their own brothers that they would nom so ☀️ gets to learn technically what it would be like for his brother to nom him. Of course 🌙 is going to jump straight into the enclosure and try to wrestle the other Moons to get his bro back which leads to 🌙 getting nommed by himself.

The Moons would definitely try to pull 🌕 into their enclosures to nom him because they find his soft, usually calm and gentle nature adorable and they all like to nom things they find cute.

Now if it was animatronic Moon who visits the Suns first, 🌙 himself is going to take this as a challenge and try to nom them, these Suns are way to big for him to nom, but the Suns think it's funny that he's trying to do that so just let him. The Moons seeing it would think it's funny too and just watch wanting to remember this hilarious event forever.

But if it's 🌕 meeting them much like the Moons the Suns would find his behavior adorable, though the ones with gremlin bro are again, surprised he's Non-gremlin, they love that they get to see how their Moons might act if Non-gremlin, They're also going to gush about how cute he is which causes 🌕 to feel embarrassed like "oh no, complements!"

Because he doesn't get complements very often so all there rapid fire complaints are of course overwhelm him causing him to hide his face which makes it very very easy for the Suns to pull him into their enclosure and give him lots of physical affections, like whole bunch of hugs and once they themselves are overwhelmed with affection for the cute version of their bro, 🌕 is getting nommed and their gremlin Moons get jealous, not of 🌕, but of the Sun that nommed him before they could.

🌕's brother is pretty much gonna offer to let the gremlin Moons to nom him because it's clear they wanted to nom his bro.

Now onto the nom gremlin Moons and their brother,

The Non-gremlins would indulge 🌕's curiosity about them which would lead from what type of environments they can live in, how they feel about the place before and after they all met thier own reader, then their preference of colors and such, then their food preferences, then their anatomy, then 🌕 eventually gets nommed willingly.

Their Suns of course were enraptured by the conversations and 🌕 asked about them too, this leads to after 🌕 gets nommed by their bros asking if they can nom him too. The answer is yes. 🌕's ☀️ watched this whole thing happen and was recording everything because this entire type they were just dropped here without their reader and wants to show their reader everything.

This eventually leads to both reader's meeting and becoming friends, because the animatronic pair eventually come back to visit with their own reader and the various Suns and Moons now have another reader they like.

[sgrayonderii]

nom de guerre

SSM21 Day 17: a gentle man

In which some titles are more accurate than others. Samurai-esque AU

It is common knowledge that for a noble title and a swath of land, her mother was sold to a warlord.  

Haruno Sakura had the great misfortune of being born as the daughter of a destitute samurai family. Their master had long been vanquished and their lands long sold to make ends meet. And yet still longed for days yonder. 

But her mother also had the great fortune of being born a beauty, so when the opportunity arose; a passing hegemon looking for a bride, Sakura’s parents took a chance. 

They say that the young warlord was so mesmerized by her mother that he immediately accepted the terms of the expensive bride price and took her as his wife. 

On their wedding day, mother was dressed in her finest robes while her father arrived late in a full suit of blood soaked armor. 

The ceremony itself was a soleum affair. Her parents pledged themselves before the gods and swear to their union.

And so Haruno Sakura becomes Lady Uchiha no Sakura, the wife of Lord Uchiha no Madara.

----

Sarada has faint memories of her father; more often than not her father is sent to the battlefield and only returns a few days to weeks at a time between campaigns. 

The Uchiha clan is one of the important noble families of the Konoha and known for its long history of bloodthirsty warriors. Her father is no exception. 

Whenever he returns home, Sarada hides behind her mother’s skirt. Her father is an imposing demon-like man, larger than life, and taller than a mountain. Someone more suited for stories and legends than real life. 

They call him a man more fearsome than Susanoo-no-Mikoto itself. So violent, so blood crazed, it is a wonder that Sakura lived as long as she did when a male heir had yet to be born. 

Thankfully, it seems that as a daughter, her father pays very little attention to her. Whenever he returns from the borderlands between here and Oto, he barely spares her a glance. 

However, whenever his eyes meet her mother’s through his helmet, he beckons her over. 

“Sakura,” he commands, voice deep and low, “bring some tea to my quarters.”

Sarada always remembers her mother looking angry but determined then. Sakura dutifully follows her husband into the inner chambers. She doesn’t emerge until late morning.

Sarada is usually having lessons during this time, but one day she sneaks out of her etiquette classes to find her mother. 

She searches almost the entire unusually empty manor before finding Sakura in the kitchen brewing tea. Her mother’s clothes are covered in blood and her hands are covering her tears. 

Sarada has never seen her mother sob so terribly before.

From then on, she decides that her father must be an especially cruel man. 

---- 

Whenever her father returns from war, her Papa also comes home. 

Today she finds him on the engawa overlooking the gardens. He is sipping some tea while looking over some scrolls. He appears injured, bandages wrapped around his torso, but otherwise in good health. 

If her father is the devil incarnate, then Sarada’s papa is a handsome devil. 

No wonder her Mama is so taken with him. Sometimes when she is supposed to be asleep, she can hear her Mama fuss over Papa. They hold hands when no one is looking and share secrets no other soul knows. 

Despite the cold manor they reside in, Mama is an affectionate woman at her core and her Papa is receptive to all she has to give. 

And Papa must be someone important too; after all he is allowed to leave and enter from the inner quarters that a normal Uchiha foot soldier could not. 

Sarada pads over to him, he looks up and beckons her closer. 

“Have you been a good girl, little peanut?” 

Sarada scoffs. “ I’m not a nut.” But she holds out her hands anyways. 

Her Papa chuckles and pulls out some dried persimmons from his sleeves. “Don’t tell Sakura.” 

Sarada smiles at their little secret before taking a bite. “What are you reading?” Her Papa allows her to climb onto his lap and drapes the scroll over her. Sarada squints, only understanding a fraction of the words on the paper. She points and reads aloud the characters she recognizes.

“Good girl.” He slips her another dried persimmon.

That is when her mother finds them. 

“Sasuke-kun!” her mama enters the scene in a huff, “I told you to stop that, you’ll ruin her dinner.”

Sarada quickly shoves both persimmons into her mouth. Her papa has the decency to look sheepish. 

“You can’t keep spoiling her like that! She is going to get an upset stomach!” Sakura continues.

“Do you want me to spoil you too?” 

Her mama sputters, all red and flustered. Her hands move to cover her flaming cheeks.

Sarada meanwhile uses the distraction to hold out her hands for another treat. Her gentle papa instead leans down and kisses her forehead.

---

For the past year, her father and his retainers had been defending the borders between Oto and Konoha. After the dissenters were finally defeated, a grand celebration is held in her father’s honor. 

She remembers that her father was hailed as the second coming of Madara, the legendary clan head from the distant past. The comparison is uncanny, both bloodthirsty and merciless but dauntless in the face of adversary. Soon it becomes her father’s mantle; Lord Uchiha no Madara, the slayer of the Orochi. 

Sarada hadn't been invited to the banquet due to her age but that night she is much too excited to sleep. She has never seen so many people gathered in one place in her life. And even though her father’s presence makes her nervous, she loves the tales about his exploits. 

The banquet hall is rowdy and the envoy’s drunken singing could be heard from down the halls. The fuzzy silhouettes of her father’s soldiers line the banquet hall, she has a hard time making out who is who. Everything is quite blurry even with the multiple lanterns.

The only one Sarada could identify for sure is her mother. Sakura’s features are distinct, like a lone flower against the night sky. Her mother sits obediently at the head of the table beside the man that is her father. 

He has forsaken armor this time, but there is still a sword at his side. From the distance, her father doesn’t look particularly like he was enjoying the festivities. 

He appears bored. Perhaps his blood is not used to peace, after all a beast belonged in the wild and a warrior to the battlefield. 

Sakura every once and a while would refill her father’s sake cup or serve him more of the feast in front of him. Occasionally, when her mother would lean over and her father would whisper something into her ear. 

Her mama would stiffen and her face would become strained. At first Sarada can’t make out the expression, until a small smile blooms on her mama’s visage. 

Sarada goes to bed soon after, not quite understanding their interactions. 

---

Her earliest memory of Papa is halfway past her fourth year. 

Father had been back for a few days now, not that she had really seen him. And to be perfectly honest, her father is a scary man and she would rather not run into him. 

But Sarada is also curious so she puts on a brave face and finds herself outside her mother’s quarters.

Peering through the crack in the paper screen door, Sarada spots her mother’s figure and a man she doesn’t recognize. 

Her mama is leaning on the man’s shoulder while he serves her sake with his free hand. Back then, Sarada found it a strange role reversal that a man dressed in such luxurious robes was pouring her mama a drink. 

Sarada has seen some men in her father’s army throw a tantrum when a pretty lady wouldn’t attend to them. Even Sakura during official functions knows to serve her father first before anyone else can even eat.

But this man sat with her mama so nonchalantly and closely, breaking tradition as if it was nothing!

Her shock was audible to where her mother and the man turned to see her crouched by the entryway. 

Sarada felt as if she interrupted a private moment, but man’s expression morphed into something soft and Sakura giddily rushes over to pick her up. 

“Sarada! Come, come! Papa is here, see?” Sakura hands her over the stranger’s awaiting arms. She doesn’t want to leave her mama’s embrace but the man’s is just as warm. 

“Hello little peanut, have you been good while I was away?” 

How is she supposed to answer him? She opts for a nod and reaches for the familiarity of her mother.

“Sasuke-kun…” 

“It’s alright, she probably isn’t used to my face.” He leans over regardless and kisses her mother’s forehead. Then he looks Sarada straight in the eye. “I am you papa.” 

Sarada thinks she likes this ‘Sasuke-kun,’ this Papa. Someone so kind to her mother can’t be a bad man. 

----

As she gets older, Sarada becomes privy to the rumors about the current acting head of the Yamanaka clan. How her son looks nothing like her deceased husband but has the same eyes as the court painter. 

And Sarada has her own theories about her mama and the man that is her papa.

She just hopes that her father never finds out. 

---

Even though her mother is essentially the lady of the house, Sarada still hears whispers of her lineage. Even more so now that Sarada begins wearing glasses. 

Before her father leaves for his next campaign, he gives Sakura his inkan. 

As the wife of the lord, Sakura officially acts as his surrogate in any official business even if some of the family retainers aren’t happy about it. 

Fortunately, many would rather swallow their pride that incur her father’s wrath. 

All except one. 

Uchiha no Shin, a rather minor branch clan member, always disapproved of her father and even more so now that he left his wife in charge of the estate in his absence. 

It all comes to a head when Sakura denies him funding for a rather ill thought out building project. 

“You dirty wench! ” 

Sarada can hear the screams from her room. She rushes to the scene. Sakura is still standing her ground when she arrives. 

“I don’t see any benefit in this strategy and I doubt my dear lord husband would either.” 

“What do you know?! You are nothing but a plaything you stupid bitch, I’ll teach you some manners!” Shin chooses that moment to raise his hand at her mother. 

Sarada feels the anger seep into her bones but her mother chooses that moment to retaliate and punch Shin square in the face herself. 

Shin falls back unceremoniously. Sarada is slack jawed. 

“How dare you!” he seethes. Shin tries to get up only for another person to rush to her mother’s aid. 

Shin’s screams are agonizing and it takes Sarada a moment to realize that not only had her father returned, but he had drawn his sword and stabbed it clean through Shin’s arm, effectively pinning it to the tatami. 

“Sasuke-kun!” 

Sarada blinks once. Twice. 

“Are you alright Sakura?” Her father, her papa asks, completely ignoring their screaming relative. 

Sakura nods and he turns to her as well “Are you okay Sarada?” his voice deep and low but the same kind cadence up close as her beloved papa.

Suddenly her father’s mysterious and distant features that were always hazy to her meld with the papa in front of her now.  

Sarada adjusts her glasses. She feels really stupid in that moment. 

---

This time, Sarada is invited to the banquet. 

It’s an annual harvest festival and her father is the guest of honor. The local leaders once again announce him as ‘Lord Uchiha no Madara’ much to his chagrin. 

“I really hate when they call me that.” Sasuke tells them later when the food is being served and drinks are flowing freely. Sakura is on one side while Sarada is on the other. Habitually he is discreetly putting any sweets that make it his way and the tenderest pieces of meat onto their plates. 

“Anata,” with time Sarada notices that her mother only ever uses this term in public when her father needed more placating than usual, “they are just just in awe of how great you are!”

“I wish they had chosen something different, Madara was such a pain in the ass.” 

“Sasuke-kun!” Her mother tries to be scandalized but can’t help but devolve into a fit of giggles. 

As her father continues to look on adoringly at his wife, Sarada can’t help but agree with him. 

A name like that is unfitting of her gentle papa. 

A/N: Happy Sasusaku month 2021! My brain is mush right now so excuse the multitude of grammatical errors. Thank you for reading!

And just to note in historical Japan, men tended to change their names depending on significant life events. For example, Minamoto no Yoshitsune's childhood name was Ushiwakamaru.

@ssskmonth

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello! I read your HCs for where Riddle, Malleus and some others accidentally turned into kids and I really love them! Can I ask for similar HCs but with Trey, Silver and Jamil turned into kids? Ah, Lilia too please, really wanna see bat dad become the child for once ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Thank you for your good work as always! 👍🏻

“Haaaah?! Trey-senpai’s turning into a kid?! Then who’s gonna stop Riddle-ryocho from always wailin’ on me, huh?! You can’t just leave me hanging like this, Trey-senpai!”

Check out Riddle, Malleus, Leona, and Azul turned into kids headcanons here!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Silver...

...is somehow even more lethargic as a child than as a teenager.

Seriously, this boy seems to sleep even more than an infant. According to Lilia, you need to make sure Silver gets 8 hours of sleep, plus two naps, to keep his energy up or else he might fall asleep in his food!

He can’t seem to pay attention to anything! Silver’s always staring off into the distance, his head in the clouds. You need to call him a few times or wave a hand in front of his face to get his attention.

A big fan of playing pretend! Silver spends hours crafting elaborate fantasy realms and making towns out of building blocks.

If he’s feeling particularly energetic, he’ll pick up a stick and wave it around, pretending that it is a sword, and he’s defending his sovereign, Malleus-sama! Sebek has to applaus little Silver for his dedication.

He’s kind of a loner when it comes to playing with other kids his age! Silver sits on the swings by himself, or he’ll fall asleep in the shade of a tree. Wild animals seem to like him, though! They gather around in a circle and nuzzle against him.

Bath times are fun! Silver loves to hide among the bubbles and pretend that he’s in a completely different world.

He loves hearing bed time stories about brave knights going off on grand adventures. It doesn’t take long to knock him out to sleep, but Silver tries his darnedest to stay up as long as he can to hear the ending of happily ever after.

Trey Clover...

...is still pretty mature as a little kid!

He steps in and stops Riddle from getting too upset with Ace and Deuce (mostly Ace)! It’s a bit jarring to see a child scolding Heartslabyul’s dorm leader, but Riddle just can’t say no to his friend’s puppy dog eyes!

Trey’s kind of a doormat around other kids, though! He can’t assert himself well around unfamiliar faces and tends to let them walk all over him annd order him around.

He still wants to help out as much as he can for Unbirthday parties--he’s vice-dorm leader, after all, and it would not do to shirk his work! Because Trey is so small now, you’ll need to do a lot of the heavy lifting.

Little Trey offers to help out in the kitchen! You don’t trust him with knives or heat, so you give him simple tasks to do, like crushing cookies in a plastic bag with a rolling pin. He’s so proud to be contributing to the meal~

Trey has an insane sweet tooth. He eats his vegetables too, of course, but he seems to inhale sweets like nobody’s business and always comes back for more.

Brushes his teeth super well (he does it after every meal or snack)~ Trey confides in you that he has always wanted to meet the Tooth Fairy--maybe if he takes extra good care of his baby teeth, she’ll pay him a visit, even if none of his teeth fall out.

Rather than reading him a bedtime story, read him a recipe to help him fall asleep!

Jamil Viper...

...is such a precocious child.

For a little kid, he sure is smart--look, he can sing the alphabet backwards and recite his times table. And if you thought he was ruthless with his burns when he was a teenager, his tongue is even sharper as a kid. Jamil won’t hesitate to call you a doo-doo head or a stupidface if you screw up in front of him.

Pretends to be sultan during play time (Kalim pitches in, playing the role of a servant). At other times, you catch Jamil practicing his swing with a plastic golf club, or Kalim hoisting little Jamil onto the back of a camel or elephant!

He’s quite independent and self-sufficient, often refusing help from others  and insisting he can get tasks done by himself (even it it initially seems impossible). Jamil would rather spend hours finding a stepladder to reach a book than ask someone taller to grab it for him.

He pouts and whines for praise like you wouldn’t believe! Jamil wants your attention to be focused on him, and he’ll tug and pull on your sleeve or shirt until you acknowledge him!

Hates it when you mess up his hair! He spends a long time brushing it in the mornings and washing it in the evenings, even if his braids and ponytail aren’t as pristine as usual. Don’t you dare ruffle his hair and ruin it (looking at you, Kalim)...!

Tries to kick Azul. Several times.

Jamil drifts off to dream land while mumbling about how he wishes he could go back to normal soon, but the smile on his face betrays him--he’s clearly enjoying being doted on.

Lilia Vanrouge...

...is quite the little troublemaker!

It feels like he never properly grew out of his teething phase as an infant. Little Lilia chomps on anything and everything he can nom, from food to furniture to his classmates.

Ignores every single one of your warnings to be careful while he’s playing. Nothing’s stopping Lilia from hanging upside down from a tree or the monkey bars.

His bat buddies still swarm and follow him wherever he goes! Lilia loves to run around in wide open spaces while his bats trail behind him~

He loves playing with his food! Lilia refers to it as “cooking”, but really it is just him mixing up his mashed potatoes, corn, apple slices, chocolate milk, jello, and spaghetti into a messy UFO (unidentifiable food object). His strange food mixtures are still a million times better than anything he would have cooked as an adult.

Another activity that Lilia loves is finger painting! He puts pink, green, and blue paint onto his palms and smears them all over blank sheets of paper to make colorful masterpieces~

Loudly screeches nursery rhymes and songs, much to the chagrin of everyone around him (excluding Cater and Kalim; they’re used to it).

In a weird reversal of roles, it’s suddenly Silver that’s fretting and mother henning over Lilia! He helps you wrestle Lilia into the bathtub and into bed while his old man squirms against his strong arms. Silver bundles Llilia up like a little bat and orders him to go to sleep, which he does after blowing a raspberry at Silver.