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The Cannibal is probably one of the most frightening Drakelich to have risen in these mountains and fields. Not only for his appearance, but his lack of distinction between meal and ally. The only exception is his brother, The Weaver. He's merciless, defensive, and an all out powerhouse of strength to make up for his lack of magical fire-breathing abilities that most Drakelich seem to have. The Cannibal is also one of the smartest and most observant of the riot, I've noticed. Yet, only when he chooses to be, like he knows something is not what it seems, but doesn't say a single thing. He's unpredictable in every sense of the word, despite his memory failing him and unexpected moments of disassociation. I fear he may know the truth of my shifting abilities, that I'm not completely dragon...and that I'm quite smitten with the monster.

Written Excerpt from Lexodyn's Journal on the Lich Riot of The Mountain.

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Fan-Art of These Diamond Waters By CayCanWrite

I know this probs ain’t it but I was inspired by when Mc first meets Sans/Blue and when people say they are giant this is what I imagined , done at 12 am in hospital LOL

[caycanteven]

@mothiepixie drug me right into another one and I fuckin' love pirates man...and I didn't even fight it lmfao. Enjoy this fun drabble I wrote up~ Fair warning, I just wrote this for fun; no idea how accurate appearances or any of the like are and I came up with "The Black Fiend" myself cause ships have cool names teehee.

The storm raged outside, but among the drunkard squabble and unrelenting retelling of stories on the seven seas, it was a hushed whisper.

This tavern wasn’t a first for her, but it was definitely one she came to seldom enough. Company wasn’t something she avoided like the plague, but she preferred to be alone when she drank her spirits. Cheers to the tavern mates who were Three Sheets to the Wind, but she wasn’t them.

She learned the hard way what it meant to take her eyes off her surroundings and get too comfortable.

She paid the price.

A minor price, but a price, one that wasn’t paid in silver.

She lifted her tankard to her lips, downing a swig of the rum within. With a lazy brush of her arm, she wiped her mouth of leftover sprits and breathed deep. It burned, but it felt so good. It always felt good.

Out of the corner of her left eye and beneath her hat, she noticed a body place themselves on the stool beside her. She grunted under her breath. Out of all the places in this damn tavern, they chose there to place their ass?

She stilled a moment before drinking once more from her tankard, her brow raised with sudden curiosity and surprise.

A lass? It was unlikely, but who would wear such robes like that around if they weren’t…though even she knew better than to judge first sight. After all, she hid well beneath her own rags just to make’er livin’ on the sea under the interpretation she was male.

Or used to.

She set her tankard down slowly in order not to draw attention to herself. She eyed the company sitting on her left thoroughly. They hadn’t requested anything, though perhaps they were already drunk. She could make out a tuff of orange below their own hat, hair no less. A rather beautiful color, like the embers on hot coals. So perhaps they too, understood the importance of hiding their appearance?

It was all too…odd. She snorted and she returned her attention to her drink. She didn’t need to bother her still sober thoughts with that of a random—

“Ye come ‘round here plenty?”

She stopped twirling her tankard, her lips just barely touching the lip of the cup. She hadn’t expected the body to speak. Why would they? She squinted her eye and she slowly put down her tankard with a heavy thud. She leaned against the counter, elbows pressed against cracked wood.

“Aye,” she muttered and she kept her eyes forward.

“Got a name?”

She glanced over, finally seeing the face of the company beside her. Feminine features, as expected, though their face was peppered in freckles and markings; their eyes were as crystal blue as the sea itself. She had to admit, they were a beauty.

“Aye.”

They seemed to be patiently waiting for more, but when she didn’t reply, they pressed further. “Gonna share it?”

“Lass, don’ ye think that’s a bit far for someone ye neva met?” She tilted her head as she turned to acknowledge them, brow raised in question.

“Isn’t that how you greet someone properly?”

Something about them was different from those she met before, behest unwillingly. Their dialect, their posture and their words…

“Ye ain’t from ‘round here, are ya lass?” She spoke with a chuckle laced in her words. They seemed naive, ignorant—perhaps she could indulge in their conversation.

The blue-eyed beauty huffed and looked away for a moment. “Ye can say that.”

She hummed softly with consideration, before taking a quick swig then placing her tankard back down again, half empty. “Ye trade me yer name, I trade he mine, is that fair lass?”

She watched them process her bargain before nodding once.

“Aye. Motti.”

Motti? Interesting, she thought as she looked this Motti up and down. Holstered to their front was a flintlock no doubt, but it was in poor shape. It made her skin crawl but she resisted the temptation to question its condition. The rest of Motti physically looked healthy, disregarding the cuts and bruises healing on her rather gentle skin.

She snorted softly before turning her body more so to face them, smiling ever so slightly, the corners of her lips curled in a smirk.

“Lexico, pleasure to make ye acquaintance. Ye call me Lex, fer short,” she hummed with a nod. Lex watched the expression on Motti’s face brighten with surprise. So she had not anticipated Lex being a woman perhaps?

“I wasn’t sure—“

“Ye’d find another like ye? Aye, don’ really. Not like how yer doin’…” Lex grunted as she swirled her tankard. She chuckled at the bewildered look on her companion’s face. She chuckled and she shook her head. “Ye don’t worry your pretty head ‘bout it. Yer still standin’, so ye good enough to believe yer well off.”

“I suppose yer right,” Motti nodded and turned to face the bar’s surface. “So Lex,” she continued after a moment, “ye happen to know anything about a captain of a ship…named Nightmare by any—“

It had happened far too quickly; a glint of metal in the tavern light, and before a Motti could register, a blade was held at a threatening point.

“Lass, ye be sure to swallow yer words,” Lex warned lowly, but there was tension in her voice. “Ye don’t speak so easily of the Black Fiend ‘round this port.”

Mottie swallowed, though gently placed the tip of her finger against the blade and pushed it away.

Lex narrowed her gaze, then slowly put her knife in her belt. “Ye brave, I’ll say that.”

“Please, Lex…” Motti pleaded quietly, moving closer to speak under breath. “I need to find him.*

Lex hissed softly as she hid her disapproval behind her drink.

She had almost finished it off before she returned a cold but curios gaze to Motti. Her eyes looked the lass over with scrutiny, but eventually relaxed slightly. “Why are ye doin’ that, lass,” Lex muttered and gave her a softer look. “The Black Fiend doesn’t sit still long enough to bring attention ‘bout. The captain more so,” she muttered, but hesitated when there was evident disappointment in her company’s face. “Royal fleet’s been chasin’ him for a long time.”

“Ye wouldn’t understand,” Motti huffed and grumbled curses under her breath, eliciting a chuckle from beside her. “I need to find him. He…”

Lex watched as the blue-eyed lass—no doubt a young pirate herself—beamed at the mention of the captain of a The Black Fiend. Lex knew that look, the glittering behind the eyes.

Lex nearly spit out her rum.

“Ye can’t be serious.”

Motti looked up quickly, the feather of her hat dancing and bobbing. She nodded once, yet hesitantly. “Yes. He’s a lost lover, to say less,” Motti huffed. “I’ve been searching for so long, but only now have I got something to run on.”

Lex nodded slowly, resisting the urge to question how that—the two of them—happened. Once Motti finished their quiet exchange, Lex sighed and pushed her empty tankard away.

“I need a crew for my ship.”

“So ye chose a tavern full of drunkards to look?”

Motti shrugged. “Easier to get them to say yes.”

Lex couldn’t stop herself from actually laughing the more she listened. “Aye, ye keep that tid bit about The Black Fiend to yerself and ye might have it in yer favor.” She sighed, though seeing as Motti was frowning and her eyes were focused on the bar top, Lex couldn’t help feel for her.

She knew what it was like to lose a lover.

She sighed, knowing she’d regret this if this didn’t go to plan. Though, it had been forever since she had a crew to call her own, a ship…a chance to sail those waters again. “Ye chose the right person to ask first,” Lex grunted and she tossed a couple shillings on the bar.

Motti beamed again in surprise and hope. “Ye considerin?”

“Aye. Ye need someone who can handle weaponry,” Lex nodded and gave Motti a smug grin. “I got all ye need to know about it. Not to mention, I got a good shot.”

Motti seemed to be in disbelief. Lex witnessed her eye move slightly to her right, obviously staring at an injury long scarred. “Ye sure?”

Lex chuckled. “Aye…” she smiled and she held out her hand.

“Don’t need two eyes to shoot a man dead. Now how bout ye let me take a look at that ol’ flintlock?”

[caycanteven]

I'm writing stuff for Buster guys. I have sat forever trying to think of a title but I didn't come up with anything yet (welcome to suggestions too) so jus take the writing yeah? LOL this is part 1 currently. :3 Okie I go now. TW: Mention of Guns and Traumatic Memories surrounding them.

You were surprised how fast the sun had begun to set. The warmth quickly retreated with the onslaught of dusk, cool air replacing it with it's gentle caress as it reminded you where you were.

Your skin tingled, shivering with goosebumps as you stared off the ledge at at the horizon, your nap on a jutting rock on the cliffside long over. You hadn't intended to rest for so long on the mountain's hiking path, more so long enough for the sky to fade into soft pinks and oranges. You couldn't blame the feeling of tranquility and peace, though, since you were more than happy to get away for a week from your work back home. You were visiting a lodge with a few friends at the base of the mountain; you were the only one that made the journey up the trail to the semi-peak of the mountain to over look the wilderness beyond the national park that evening.

You needed to have some time to yourself, anyway. Your mind was bustling with thoughts and concerns over next week and the work you'd have to complete upon returning. If your friends knew you were stressed about next week before this one had even begun, you'd never hear the end of it.

You inhaled deeply, sucking in the crisp cool air that started to invade your outfit, dawned for warmer weather but certainly not suitable for the encroaching cool night. After releasing your breath, you slowly stood from your resting place on the rock. While it wasn't the most comfortable, it was enough to make you dose off with ease. While the rest was refreshing, you were met with the consequences of your actions; you'd be late to dinner and you were certain the sun would be long past the tree line before you'd ever set foot at the base of the mountain at the grounds.

You sighed shakily and turned to the hiking trail that led back down the mountain. Mt. Ebott National Park had once been home to monsters some years ago, though the surprise and magical race of beings were particularly kind despite the awkward scare humanity had at their appearance. They lived underneath this very mountain you stood atop of, until they were welcomed into society and to set foot off the mass to join the neighboring city just on the outskirts. Many were happy to join the modern lifestyles the human race introduced to them, with some things similar and vastly different all the same. Though, not many monster's were fond of leaving the comforts of the mountain completely.

You weren't an expert on the history of Monster kind, but you knew the people who made the mountain into a National Park were kind enough to employ any Monsters who wanted to remain on the surface of the mountain and they helped care for the natural balance. Magic, you were told, was wild after all.

You looked back at the ledge you had been looking out from, watching just a minute more as the sun crept slowly beyond the horizon. You smiled for a moment, but it faltered as your gaze drifted up to the dusk lit sky. Puffy, gray clouds were slowly colliding and building on each other, the sweet smell of rain in the air.

Great. You weren't quite prepared for the cool of the night, even less for an impending storm.

You took careful steps down the worn path, mindful of the stray rocks and roots you could still see in the little golden rays that broke through the branches above. It took longer to get up the mountain, but you were certain, if you didn't hesitate or get distracted, you could make it down the mountain within the hour. You just had to be careful, watch your step, and stay on the path marked. You traversed carefully down the rocky path, trees marked with yellow ribbon to lead you the way back. You could fee the wind on your back as the storm drew closer, though you ignored the chilly feeling that cascaded down your back and over your arms. You rubbed your arms, both for warmth and for reassurance that you'd make it just fine.

Though, you were rethinking that assurance with the sounding thunder in the distance, a threat of what was to come if you were unlucky enough to be stuck on this mountain any longer. The park didn't allow anyone on the trails if there was a possibility of rain, though this storm must of snuck right under their noses. You hadn't seen any on the forecast that morning when you shared coffee with your friends, but if there was anything you knew, it was that mother nature was unpredictable and full of surprises.

You didn't like surprises that much.

You took a moment to catch your breath and give your ankles a break at the three quarter checkpoint heading upward. You made good time, but not good enough to outrun the slight drizzle that started to fall on you. You lifted your hand, seeing the droplets gather on your palm slowly, one by one, as the rain started to pace itself. You huffed, worried about how you'd manage going down if the rain was already starting. You thought about waiting for it to pass, but was that any better for your health? It was chilly and the rain was just going to make it worse. You'd no doubt catch a cold and it was probably going to be far worse if you stayed out long enough. With a deep sigh of acceptance, you pushed on, one step after the other as you made your way down the trail, rocks tumbling under your sneakers. You prayed to the stars for the ground to hold it's own against the once drizzle now soft shower of rain, hoping it wouldn't turn to mud before you got to the next checkpoint. There the ground would level out a little and you weren't at a risk of slipping dangerously.

You shivered, your teeth chattering lightly at the feeling of the cold rain on your back and your quickly soaking clothes. Your fanny pack around your hip was water resistant to an extent, so at least your phone and other valuables would be alright for the time being. You didn't have service up on the mountain, so simply calling and telling your friends was already out of the question. What was the point of getting out in nature to escape if you could just have your entire world at your finger tips? Having zero cell service was part of the deal; though, you wished you had it now so you could at least call to meet a ranger or one of your buddies the rest of the way.

Your foot caught on a jutting rock in the path, and you managed to catch yourself before taking a terrible slide, though your racing heart insisted you nearly died. With several deep breaths and stilling for a moment to ease the tension out of your shoulders, you continued your steady descent of the mountain path, the rain only getting harder as night quickly fell with a growing clap of thunder in its wake. You shuddered, the sound reminding you of a gun after it fired; you weren't very fond of guns...

You could feel the memory rearing it's head in the back of your mind, the thoughts circling you at the worst time.

You used to love the woods like the ones around you now. You used to go out with your grandfather, your many uncles and family friends to an old campsite, one upon a time. You told stories around a campfire, warmed and comforted by the sounds of gruff voices and gentle souls. They taught you then how to appreciate the wilderness and it's many creatures...but most importantly they taught you the balance of it all.

How you played a part in that balance.

Your grandfather taught you to shoot his rifle when you turned thirteen. Hunting was a delicate matter and called for respect towards the wilderness; you were taught to understand your place in the chain, maintaining balance and only hunting for what was necessary and never for sport.

Though when the time came for you to finally embrace your family's tradition and lifestyle...

You held to a tree quickly, hands shooting up to ground your fingers in your soaked hair. Your breathing was shaky, but deep rather than quick. You knew the memory was laughable now amongst your grandfather's peers, older, ragged men who understood your experience yet didn't. They simply said it was a right of passage, but how could you think the same when it was so painful for you? You were little, sure, but every time you heard that sound, it just reminded you of the pain...the pounding feeling in your skull.

You jumped at the thunderous clap above you, the lightning strike illuminating the path before you and the looming trees surrounding it. You took an unconscious step forward as the rain started to come down harder on your back...

You missed your step, your foot slipping on wet rock and loos dirt. Your shoe sank down a slick incline, your hands scraping and grasping for leverage on tree you sought for stability seconds before. The bark tore into your palm, leaving scratches that stung with the cool air and rain before they slipped away from the trunk. Though, that was nothing compared to the feeling in your ankle as it turned beneath your weight in attempt to find purchase. You fell to your knees and soon your body collided with muck and mud as you fell off the shoulder of the path and down the mountain side littered with rocks and scattered tree trunks and their roots

You felt your body screaming from the aching pain ignited throughout your body mixed with the roaring rain and thunder around you. You immediately covered your head and neck with your dirtied hands, uncaring for the mess that was your hair as you tried to cover your vulnerable areas. You kept your eyes tightly shut, afraid to open them as your body moved through the brush and undergrowth, your clothes snagging on sticks and rocks as you fell further away from the path. You wanted it to stop. You wanted it all to stop. 

The thunder was too loud. 

The pain in your head was unbearable.

The pain in your legs made you scream. You probably were screaming beneath the chorus of the rain and thunder.

You were cold, wet...and lost.

Your body came to a halt on level ground, face down in the muck, while you breathed shakily. You didn't move, worried that doing so might aggravate your suffering. Was it even a good idea to move around? You most likely broke something, give or take. Your fingernails dug into the dirt, looking for something to tell you that you were still alive in the end, but where were you if not on the path? How far into the woods had you gotten, and would you be found? You attempted to push yourself up, but your arms begged you not to.

You felt your body fall back into the earth, leaves stuck in your hair and dirt caked in streaks on your face. There was no question that blood was present. You could taste it on your lips as well. You took a deep breath, the rain soothing your agony as it swept the land around you.

You knew you couldn't sleep...but it felt so good to shut your eyes and listen to the rain as your fuzzy mind tuned out the thunder above, it's rumble lulling you to unconsciousness.

[caycanteven]

I hope it is ok to ask this (if not just ignore me, it's fine!) But do you still write? I really like your writing, especially how you portray Red (I lov him....) and I hope this doesn't feel like I'm nagging you to do anything but I miss your writing so much I needed to ask!! I hope you're doing good, I love your art too ♥️♥️♥️

Of course, and it's no problem to ask me!

I do still write, I'm just in one of those motivation blocks, if that makes sense? I love writing so much, and I plan to write again as soon as as I feel the urge hit full and hard. I sometimes like to write drabbles especially here on tumblr to try and kickstart it but it's hard to maintain it once it's there.

Thank you so much for the compliment on my writing, it really means a lot ;3; I always feel my writing isn't enough or too much when it comes to describing things, but I really love that you enjoy it as much and it makes me so happy! Red is also so fun to write, I can't deny that and I'm so glad you love him too!

Thanks so much for your kindness! I hope to get back into writing soon, especially with my AO3 works! I probably should do one shots some time to just get me started again haha. I hope you're well too, anon! Thank you again!

[caycanteven]

fucking FINALLY posted Chapter 10 of These Diamond Waters!

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Chapter 10

Fish for Your Thoughts

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