#dark candy fiddlesticks

[i-miss-breathing]

My dream is to have a huge spiky gothic style castle where I section it off and each section has wildly different over the top aesthetic decor than the one before it.

Like the first section, where you walk in is super normal, just average house decor, it’s a living room and some guest rooms, very normal, the only thing weird here is that the carpet is orange and the walls have floral wallpaper from the 50s. Then, you walk fown a hall and BAM. Everything is ocean themed.

There’s a huge mural on one wall that makes it look like your in a bubble window underwater with all sorts of fish.

A bubble machine and ocean sound machine are going at all times. Sometimes you hear “yellow submarine” by the beetles playing

theres a tv that shows live footage of a reef and there’s a big saltwater aquarium on another section.

All the creatures have names, some of the rocks even have names, there’s a key on the side with all the names and what kind of creature/rock it is.

My cool butler takes care of them, he’s paid very well and has like 90 paid vacation days, when he’s on vacation I take care of the fish, he reminds me sometimes over text, and then reminds me that looking at water is not the same as drinking it and that I need to stay hydrated, he also tells me things about his vacations, like which foods I should ask the chef to make, or learn to make myself, like I said he’s very cool, anyways, off topic,

The next section is COMPLETELY GOTH.

You’ve stepped out of the submarine and into the vampires cave.

There are little bats and spiders and cats and ravens and crows EVERYWHERE. ITS AWESOME.

I have a pet raven in a room, her name is Lenore, she likes to sit on my shoulder, I take her to other parts of the house sometimes, she’s very smart.

There’s also my pet tarantula fiddlesticks, fiddle for short, I take him out of his enclosure sometimes but he doesn’t leave the goth section.

Speaking of the goth section, everything is red purple blue white and black, mostly black.

There’s goth music playing at all times, there’s a ballroom that I use to host goth club nights, it’s a castle after all, there’s a big French door that leads directly to the ballroom from the garden. It’s very cool.

Just when you think you’ll never escape the darkness and ungodly amount of moon cycles on the wall, you see a light.. BAM MAGIC FOREST.

Everything is green and orangish brown.and pastel

There’s fairy lights EVERYWHERE.

I keep my pet ponies Shorty and Sprinkles and my guard llama Dude, in a large closed off pasture near the garden, they get lots of apples and sugar cubes and hay along with all the yummy grass they graze on, you cannot ride any of them because they are too small, but I play with them everyday and teach them tricks every once in a while.

Back inside there are plants everywhere

there’s sparkles everywhere

There are bean bags that look like rocks and a bookcase that looks like it was built into a fake tree

there’s a little snack bar with cupcakes and rock candies and brownies and carrot cakes and pies and water and fruit flavored sodas and fun pastries.

Chef makes the snacks, Chef is cool, he’s really strong, I pay him a lot of money and he also has 90 days paid vacation a year, he mostly texts me recipes to ask if I think I’d like them. Chef also likes weed, he never makes weed brownies on the clock though. He’s very responsible.

I hire college students from the college near by at $25 an hour to run the fairy snack bar.

I host lots of parties here, parents can call and ask to rent it out for fairy themed birthday parties in a real life castle, of course it’s only a section of the castle, but it’s still a castle.

there’s another French door entrance but the glass has floral stained glass, it’s professionally done, it’s very pretty

There’s a dressing room with lots of outfits and dresses and they all look magical and they come in many different sizes, they are all thoroughly washed properly after each use by my maid. She’s really cool, she knows how to do a lot of stuff. Like Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, and race car driving, and knitting. She also gets paid very well and has 90 paid vacation days, I have a squish on her and she’s very inspiring, she teaches me the skills if I ask. She’s very cool. I text her pictures of things I make and she gives me encouragement. All my staff get along very well and it makes me happy. We have tea time and dinner together, it’s great.

And back to the fairy section there’s another ball room covered in fairy lights and plants, real and fake, there’s a DJ that takes all requests but otherwise plays music directly from ballroom scenes in fantasy movies and shows. He also gets paid well.

It’s very cool

I will add to this later but right now I do not have time

[aurelion-solar]

Fiddlesticks VGU: Splash Art Comparison

[league-ref]

Fiddlesticks 

High res: Base | Dark Candy | Fiddle me Timbers | Union Jack | Praetorian | Surprise Party | Spectral | Risen | Bandito

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[iluxie]

New Fiddlesticks Splash Arts!

[just-scarecrow-thoughts]

List of Former Names

A list of all my former usernames because I go through them like candy bars.

The list is VERY, VERY long. All fandoms/themes marked.

COUNTER OF MUTUALS CONFUSED BY NAME CHANGES: 23!

As of now, this list is innacurate and I have forgotten a great deal of the name's I've had. For now, I'll try to remember it, but there's still quite a bit missing. Apologies.

Current name is:

Just-Whale-Thoughts

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swingingspylovermug (My first name when I joined) (No Fandom)

totallysucksontoads (No Fandom)

BismarckTheBullshitBattleship (No Fandom, Battleship Theme)

Just-Halloween-Thoughts (No Fandom, Holiday Themed)

Just-Bismarck-Thoughts (No Fandom, Battleship Theme)

Just-Skele-Jager-Thoughts (R6 Siege, Jager, Holiday Themed)

Just-Lawbringer-Thoughts (For Honor, Lawbringer)

Just-Pyro-Thoughts (Team Fortress 2, Pyro)

Just-6-Thoughts (Fallout New Vegas, Courier 6)

Just-Cinder-Thoughts (Dark Souls 3)

Just-Beskar-Thoughts (Star Wars, Mandalorian)

Just-Clanker-Thoughts (Star Wars: Clone Wars)

Just-Fuze-Thoughts (R6 Siege, Fuze)

Just-Cody-Thoughts (Star Wars: Clone Wars, Commander Cody)

Just-Hunter-Thoughts (Destiny 2, Fallen)

Just-Kell-Thoughts (Destiny 2, Fallen Kell)

Just-Bis-Thoughts (No Fandom, No Theme)

Just-Apocalypse-Thoughts (No Fandom, Apocalypse Themed)

Just-Crossbones-Thoughts (No Fandom, Pirate Themed)

Just-Pandora-Thoughts (Borderlands 2)

Just-Rapture-Thoughts (Bioshock)

Just-Corrie-Thoughts (Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Commander Fox

Just-Bucket-Thoughts (Star Wars, Stormtrooper)

Just-Twin-Sun-Thoughts (Star Wars, Tatooine Themed)

Just-Powder-Thoughts (Arcane, Jinx)

Just-Fiddlesticks-Thoughts (League of Legends, Fiddlesticks)

Just-Delta-Thoughts (Bioshock 2, Subject Delta)

Just-Jaeger-Thoughts (Pacific Rim, Gipsy Danger)

Just-Depths-Thoughts (No Fandom, Ocean Themed)

Just-Pesky-Bird-Thoughts (Hermitcraft, Grian)

Just-Mustache-Man-Thoughts (Hermitcraft, Mumbo Jumbo)

Just-Black-Flag-Thoughts (No Fandom, Pirate Themed)

Just-Deep-Void-Thoughts (No Fandom, Space Themed)

Just-Alphonse-Thoughts (Fullmetal Alchemist, Alphonse)

Just-Gunpowder-Thoughts (I can't remember this one)

Just-Owl-Lady-Thoughts (Owl House, Eda)

Just-Deathclaw-Thoughts (Fallout 4, Deathclaw)

Just-Airbender-Thoughts (ATLA, Korra)

Just-Catra-Thoughts (She-Ra, Catra)

Just-Hatake-Thoughts (Naruto, Kakashi Hatake)

Just-Slab-Thoughts (Hermitcraft, Ethoslab)

Just-Hatake-Thoughts (Naruto, Kakashi Hatake)

Just-Sugarbomb-Thoughts (Fallout New Vegas, Courier Six)

Just-Market-Garden-Thoughts (Team Fortress 2, Soldier)

Just-Kocho-Thoughts (Kimetsu No Yaiba, Shinobu Kocho)

Just-Spark-Knight-Thoughts (Genshin Impact, Klee)

Just-Pyroslinger-Thoughts (Genshin Impact, Pyroslinger Bracer)

Just-Apollyon-Thoughts (For Honor, Apollyon)

Just-Twin-Suns-Thoughts (Star Wars, Tatooine themed)

Just-Toga-Thoughts (My Hero Academia, Toga Himiko)

Eigengrau-Void (OC Themed)

Edge-Of-The-Void (Rosette Nebula theme, Space theme)

Just-Stache-Thoughts (Hermitcraft SMP, Mumbo Jumbo)

Just-Boar-Thoughts (Kimetsu No Yaiba [Demon Slayer], Inosuke Hashibara)

Just-Hatake-Thoughts (Naruto, Kakashi Hatake)

Just-Arlecchino-Thoughts (Genshin Impact, Arlecchino)

Just-Haunter-Thoughts (Pokemon, Haunter Themed)

Just-Insight-Thoughts (Bloodborne)

Just-Krieg-Thoughts (Warhammer 40K, Death Korps of Krieg)

Just-Fallen-Thoughts (Destiny game series, Eliksni/Fallen house of Devils)

[THERE IS A SEVERAL USERNAME GAP HERE BECAUSE THE POST WAS LOST.]

Total-Biome-Kill (Lancer TTRPG, Genghis MK1 Worldkiller Mech)

Rosegirlscythe (RWBY, Ruby Rose)

Just-Fishbone-Thoughts (Arcane, Jinx)

Just-Captain-Thoughts (Destiny game series, Eliksni Captain)

Just-Admech-Thoughts (Warhammer 40K, Adeptus Mechanicus)

Just-Whale-Thoughts (Dishonored, Whaler)

[thebossveigar]

Sugar Rush Veigar idea

So I thought of an idea for Sugar Rush Veigar after seeing the new skins and here’s what I got in such quick thinking, and it could quickly change. I would love to concept this when/if I get the chance but I am excited to post about the idea. I’ve wanted a candy/sweets themed Veigar skin, and I really like the Sugar Rush skins.

His face could be gingerbread, as he could be just made of sweets (like Dark Candy Fiddlesticks)

Hat could be either a waffle cone-like thing, or a waffle bowl with ice cream on it. Either has chocolate on top and a chocolate covered strawberry.

Staff is a lollipop.

Shoulderpads are peppermints

Robes could be similar to the Evelynn skin: Chocolate with frosting swirls, and a frosting bowtie.

Eyes could be pieces of hard candy, or chocolate chips.

Gauntlet could be a waffle-cone like thing, a piece of hard candy or a gummy.

Autos - Frosting

Q - Melted chocolate

W - Gumdrop

E - Candy cane pillars

R - Giant macaroon/cupcake

[thelastspeecher]

Idk if this could work in the werepire au, but Stan giving Angie, or vice versa, a gift for Valentine's Day while they're still dating and them feeling awkward cause neither of them really took Valentine's seriously until now

All right, here’s some Stan and Angie stressing over what presents to give their significant other.  I lost inspiration and energy pretty much right after I finished the scene with Fiddleford and Stan, so I didn’t write Stan and Angie giving each other the gifts, but rest assured, the gifts go over very well.

              Fordwalked into the kitchen, lured by appetizing aromas.  His eyes landed upon a plate of chocolates restingon the counter.

              Fiddleford wouldn’t mind if I took one.  He reached for the candy.

              “No!” avoice shouted.  Ford spun around.  Angie stood in the entryway, wearing one ofFiddleford’s aprons.  There were smearsof chocolate all over her, as well as a splatter of something red on her leftcheek.  “Those aren’t fer you,” Angiesaid firmly.  Ford looked at thechocolates.

              “I’massuming Fiddleford didn’t make these.”

              “Yercorrect.”  Angie smoothed the apron withher hands.  “I did.”  She beamed. “I’m quite the lil cook.  Maraised me right.”

              “Sinceyou’ve been living rent-free in my home for a few months, I think I have theright to take at least one of these,” Ford said, reaching for the plateagain.  Angie grimaced.

              “Youreally don’t want to.”

              “Whynot?”

              “They’refilled.”

              “Withwhat, raspberry?”

              “Ra- whywould ya think that?”

              “You’vegot red on your cheek,” Ford said.  Angielet out a small chuckle.

              “That’snot raspberry,” Angie said.  “It’sblood.”  Ford stared at the plate ofunassuming chocolates.  “Specifically, Apositive.  That’s his fav’rite.”

              “It’s-it’s not your blood, is it?” Ford asked. Angie shook her head.

              “I’m Opositive.  And I’m also a werewolf.  My blood don’t taste good to him.”

              “Wait,really?”

              “He triedmy blood once, and it didn’t go well.” Angie rolled her eyes.  “Honestly,it was a bit insulting when I saw him gag.”

              “Whydidn’t you tell me this earlier?” Ford asked. Angie shrugged.

              “Yadidn’t ask.”  She removed the apron.  “But anyways, unless ya like the taste ofblood, I wouldn’t recommend tryin’ the chocolates.”

              “I’m notoverly fond of the taste,” Ford mumbled. Angie frowned, bemused.  “So, uh,what’s the occasion?”

              “Valentine’sDay is today.”  Angie chewed on her lipand looked away.  “I wanted to dosomethin’ nice fer Stan.”

              “Oh.”

              “It’s notgood,” Angie groaned suddenly.  Shepressed her palms to her eyes.  “This wasa bad decision.  He’s not goin’ to likeit, is he?  He doesn’t do couple-y thingslike this.  Whenever we see people doin’couple-y things, he makes fun of ‘em.” Angie shook her head.  “I’ll justthrow ‘em out, this was a bad idea.”

              “No,Angie, I- I think he’ll like them,” Ford said. “Stan’s very…food-driven.  Andwhile he was dating his high school girlfriend, he went whole hog wooingher.  Candy, flowers, dates at thedrive-in.”  A strange look crossedAngie’s face.

              “But henever indicated he liked doin’ those things with me,” she said slowly.

              …Oops.

              “Um…”

              “Oh,Lord.”

              “Pleasedon’t take anything I’m saying too seriously,” Ford begged.  “I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

              “So he’llhate ‘em?” Angie asked.  Ford looked downand rubbed his face.

              “I- I-”

              Can I please rewind the entiretyof this conversation?

              “Relax.”  Ford’s head whipped up.  Angie was smiling deviously in what Stancalled a “shit-eating grin”.  “I’m justpullin’ yer tail.”

              “Ibelieve the saying is ‘pulling your leg’.”

              “Don’tcare.  Either way, I’m not bein’serious.  I know ya don’t have as stronga connection with Stan as ya used to. And from what I’ve observed, yer not the most romantic person.  I wouldn’t come to ya fer romantic advicewith Stan in a thousand years.”

              “Should Ibe insulted?” Ford asked.  Angieshrugged.  Ford frowned.  “Hold on. If the blood isn’t yours, whose is it?”

              “Umm…”  Angie cocked her head, visibly thinking.  “…Ned’s?”

              “You haveno clue whose blood it is,” Ford said flatly. Angie pursed her lips.  “Will youat least tell me where you got it?”

              “…No.”

              “Will thepolice be searching for it?”

              “Probablynot,” Angie said after a moment.  Fordpinched the bridge of his nose.

              “I don’tneed the police here again.  They’llinterfere with my research.”

              “I’m goodat coverin’ my tracks,” Angie said, waving a hand.  “They won’t know it’s me.”  Ford sighed heavily.  “If they do show up, though, I promise I’llmake ya some chocolates that don’t have blood in ‘em.”

              “…Fine.”  Ford checked his watch.  “Where’s Fiddleford?  He’s usually on time for research.”  Angie shrugged.

              “Beatsme.  He and Stan were gone when I wokeup.”

              “Stan wentwith him?”

              “Sincehis truck’s still here and Stan’s car isn’t, I think so.”

              “Whatcould they be doing?”

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              Fiddlefordwalked over to Stan.  Stan looked awayfrom the red and pink heart-shaped boxes of candy to raise an eyebrow atFiddleford.

              “Yeah?”he asked.

              “Theyhave the perfume Angie likes,” Fiddleford said. Stan grunted and looked back at the candy.  “It’s on sale, too.”

              “I’m notgonna get her perfume.”

              “Why not?”

              “I don’tneed to explain myself to you.  I didn’teven ask you to come!  I just said I wasgonna step out to get Angie somethin’ for Valentine’s Day, and before I knewit, I was somehow in your truck and we were halfway to the store.”  Stan huffed. “Look, I just wanna get something for Angie.  She’s a great gal.”  He squinted at the candy.  “If you’re gonna be here, you might as wellhelp.  What kinda chocolate does shelike?”

              “Youlived with her fer months.  You don’tknow?”

              “I neversaw her eat any chocolate.”

              “That’dbe because she don’t have much of a taste fer chocolate.  Angie’s fav’rite kind of candy isbutterscotch.”

              “I don’tthink they have butterscotch in one of the fancy boxes.”

              “She alsoreally likes caramels.”

              “Okay, Ithink they have those.”  Stan began to prowlthe aisle, peering intently at the candy for sale.

              “It’sprob’ly fer the best that she don’t really like chocolate,” Fiddleford saididly.  “I mean, if she’s a werewolf, canshe even have it?”  Stan stopped in histracks.

              “Uh…”

              “That’s aquestion fer Ford.  You can get back tofindin’ Angie somethin’.”  Fiddleford glancedaround.  “We walked by a bunch ofbouquets on the way in.”

              “So?”

              “Youcould get her flowers.”

              “I don’thave a good track record with flowers,” Stan mumbled.  He picked up a dark red box and inspectedit.  “The last girl I gave flowers togave ‘em right back.”

              “D’yathink that might be an issue with the girl, not the gift?” Fiddlefordasked.  Stan grunted again.  He put the box back on the shelf.

              “Thesedon’t have enough candy.  It’s not enoughfor Angie.  She’s got a wolf’s appetite.”  Stan sighed. “Maybe I should just get her a steak dinner.  Does anywhere around here serve steak?”

              “Uh, I’mnot sure.”

              “Great.  Just great.” Stan stuffed his hands into his pockets. “First time I’m trying to do the Valentine’s thing, and I fuck it up.  Of course I fuck it up.  My girlfriend’s a genius werewolf.  I’m not good enough for her, nothin’ I canget for her is gonna be good enough for her-”

              “Stanley,she’ll be happy with whatever you get her,” Fiddleford interrupted.  Stan looked at him, disbelieving.  “Angie cares very deeply about you.  As long as you show her ya care right back,she’ll be pleased as punch.”

              “Yeah?”

              “Yeah.”

              “Okay.”  Stan let out a low breath.  “Maybe it’s good you came along, after all.  Otherwise I woulda got her chocolate andlike, a coupon for free sex or somethin’.” Fiddleford made a small strangled noise. “…You’re her older brother.”

              “Yes, Iam,” Fiddleford said in a tight voice.

              “You don’twant to know about our sex life.”

              “I liketo pretend it don’t exist.”  Fiddlefordgrimaced.  “Sometimes that’s difficult todo.”

              “Yeah…we’reboth kinda screamers,” Stan said. Fiddleford turned around, his face beet red.  “I’ll stop.”

              “Youbetter.  Or I won’t tell ya what her fav’riteflowers are.”

              “Don’tneed to.  They’re daisies.”

              “Wh-”  Fiddleford turned around again.  He stared at Stan.  “How did ya know that?”

              “She toldme,” Stan said with a shrug.  “About amonth ago, we were in some sort of fancy garden, hiding from the cops.  And Angie went right for the daisies.  She started gushing over ‘em so much Ithought she saw a lizard at first.”  Stanglanced at Fiddleford.  “‘Cause shereally likes lizards.”

              “Iknow.  She’s my sister.”

              “But no,she was just excited ‘cause daisies are her favorite.”  Stan grinned. “Maybe I should get her someflowers.”

              “That’sexactly what I was sayin’.”

              “Yeah,yeah, whatever, Fiddlesticks,” Stan said, grabbing a box off the shelf andwalking away.  Fiddleford followed him,huffing impatiently.

              “It’sFiddleford.”

              “Sure, itis.”

[brahameirssonssleftnipple]

@stagrunner omg dark candy fiddlesticks 🍬👿

[masked-fox-creations]

When the Strangers Blew In, Ch. 18

Time to apologize in advance! Both for the ending of this chapter and for the fact it's so late. Honestly I'm going to say to expect this updated every other week from now on. I really do need to focus on doing things for the Stanchez Summer Sizzle.

Summary: Stanford and Stanley Pines dream of a different life. One where they’re not just tidying their pa’s shop or helping ma take care of the baby. Where they can live freely as the men they know they are, instead of pa hounding them to marry before they become spinsters. They get a taste of that possibility when two strangers blow into town, but with them comes a heap of trouble.

Pairings: Rick/Stan (stanchez); Fiddleford/Stanford (fiddauthor)

Warnings for this chapter: Death.

ao3 link

Chapter 18— He’s Got the Look of Murder

When they had arrived in Boring Ridge it had been veering towards night. They found a cheap room at the inn and slept solidly. Neither Stanley nor Fiddleford woke before noon.

Feeling refreshed they asked around town, but it didn’t seem like the other two had made it yet. All they could do was wait.

Waiting was Stanley’s least favorite activity.

“Ya need ta relax, Stanley. Fretting over it won’t make the boys get here any quicker.”

Stanley glanced down at Fiddleford’s bouncing leg and quirked an eyebrow.

“How’s that working out for you so far?”

Fiddleford huffed and turned away, focusing on the drink he’d hardly touched. Stanley felt a little bad, but not by much. He took Fiddleford’s whiskey and downed it.

“I was going to drink that, you know.”

Stanley just grinned and waved the bartender over.

“Two more tarantula juices, my good man.”

Stanley looked expectantly at his companion. Fiddleford, rolling his eyes, slapped money down on the counter.

“You’re a peach, Fiddlesticks.”

“Mhm.” He took his whiskey before Stanley could down them both. Shaking his head fondly Fiddleford commented, “It’s like having Rick right here, only a bit more—”

“Charming?”

“Sure.”

Stanley winked, earning him a chuckle, and threw his drink back.

Fiddleford insisted on walking around town before Stanley got too drunk. Stanley agreed if only for something to do. Maybe it would make waiting more bearable. Besides, it was a good idea to grab supplies now so they could head out quicker once the others finally arrived.

It was strange walking into a general store. Stanley half expected to see Filbrick behind the counter, leveling him with a stoney glare. Instead it was a kindly older man who struck up a conversation with them.

“So are you fellas striking up permanently in Boring? It’s a quiet town.”

“Nah, just passing through.”

“Ah, gonna enjoy the open sky before finding yourselves someone and settling down?” The shopkeeper chuckled. “I miss those days.”

“Well, sir, I think we’ve both already found ourselves someone we’d like to, well, spend the rest of our days with,” Fiddleford admitted, cheeks pinking.

Stanley snorted at the toothy grin the old man gave Fiddleford.

“Are you planning on marrying my twin, Fidds?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no if I could.”

Stanley clamped him on the back.

“You take that up with Sixer. Maybe I’ll put in a good word for ya.”

“I appreciate that, Stanley. What do you want?”

“Come now, can’t I innocently want to help love bloom?” Stanley returned with faux indignation. Fiddleford raised an eyebrow. “Buy me candy.”

Fiddleford rolled his eyes and told the shopkeeper, “A box of snuff, please, and a pound of—”

“Lemon drops.”

“Lemon drops. And jellybeans.”

“Coming right up, son.”

Stanley grinned. Fiddleford tried to ignore him, but his face went from pink to red.

“Here you are,” the old man said, handing him two bags of candy. “These for your sweetheart?”

Stanley couldn’t help his laugh at the expression on Fiddleford’s face. He looked ready to die from embarrassment.

“Thank you so much! Well we’ve gotta be going,” Fiddleford rushed, taking long strides towards the door.

Stanley and the old man shared an amused look before he followed his partner. Fiddleford had popped his head out of the shop. Now, with a squeak of terror, he jumped back in, knocking into Stanley. Stanley managed to steady them both and searched his partner’s pale face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Filbrick.”

Stanley’s blood turned cold.

“Did he see you?”

Fiddleford shook his head and said, “But he’s heading this way.”

Stanley led Fiddleford back to the counter and smiled at the old man. Trying to keep his panic from showing he requested, “Do you have a back door we could go through?”

“You boys got yourselves into a bit of trouble, huh?”

“Ah, well, I suppose you could call it that,” Fiddleford replied as Stanley made a few noncommittal sounds.

“Come on, then,” the old man said, getting up and opening the door behind his counter. “Wait until you hear him in here then slip out the back.”

“You’re a real life saver, pal!” Stanley beamed. The pair hurried to the door and Stanley shook the old man’s hand with fervor.

“We really appreciate this, sir. Thank you so much.”

He waved them inside and gave them a reassuring smile before closing the door. It was dark back there save for a bit of light coming in from the room’s single window. Out of paranoia they staid in the shadows and waited, even holding their breath in anticipation.

It was an agonizing couple of minutes, but then they heard the door ring and the shopkeeper call out a greeting. Then came a gruff voice that made Stanley’s back tingle with phantom pain.

Filbrick wouldn’t have his gun out in a general store, of course, but how quickly would he draw if he knew they were in there? Stanley gulped and grabbed Fiddleford’s arm, dragging him quickly to the other door. First he cracked it open and surveyed the area; no signs of the sheriff or anyone else who’d be looking for them. They hurried out of there and to their horses.

“Sorry to cut your rest short, girl,” Stanley apologized, untying Chestnut. She nuzzled against his hand and he knew she understood.

They mounted up and rode out of town, taking the back way around the general store. Hoping Filbrick was still inside and not glancing out any window, they didn’t look back.

——

There had been no further signs of their pursuers. Rick and Stanford had reached the other side with no problem, though admittedly they were both ready to fall off Astra. Who was no doubt tired herself, especially with an added rider.

They’d been on that mountain trail for hours; afternoon had turned to night had turned to morning, and judging by the high and bright sun it was probably afternoon again. But finally the trail ended. With renewed gusto they rode on.

There was something in the distance. For a brief second panic seized Stanford’s heart. The figure closed in on them, however, and Stanford let out a breathless laugh.

“Katrina!” Rick exclaimed.

Stanford slowed Astra and Rick hopped down, running over and embracing his horse.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me for long.”

“Your loyalty is impressive,” Stanford commented, riding over. Rick shot him a nasty look.

“Of course I”m loyal to my horse, Stanford.” “I was talking to Katrina.” He looked her in the eyes. “I’m sorry I never knew your name until now. It’s very lovely.”

Katrina snorted and butted her head against Rick’s. He gave her a quick once-over then hopped up in the saddle. He seemed rejuvenated.

“Let’s go, Sixer!”

He started off with a laugh and Stanford followed, grinning at his mirth.

——

By some small miracle it didn’t seem like they had been followed. Stanley and Fiddleford had ridden until sundown where they took refuge in a thicket. They were backtracking, hoping to run into the others before they galloped right into Filbrick’s grasp. The problem was they could be just about anywhere. Maybe even in the sheriff’s grasp instead.

Stanley stood up on a hill surveying the still land. Fiddleford came up behind him with a water flask, insisting he have some. Stanley took it, more to stop his mother henning than actual thirst.

“Where d’ya reckon we start?”

Stanley wiped his mouth then grimly replied, “I got no idea.”

“We’ll find them, Stanley. I promise.” Fiddleford laid a gentle hand on his arm. “I know it’s daunting, but we just gotta have faith they’re—”

“Fidds!”

Out in the distance Stanley spotted movement. As the figures got closer they realized it was two riders.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

Stanley started waving wildly at them, Fiddleford soon joining. As they got closer Rick and Stanford waved back. Barely able to contain his excitement Stanley slid down the hill towards them.

When they were maybe five paces away Stanford hopped down and ran over, embracing his twin. Touching his brother physically, feeling he was real instead of some taunting mirage, made relief swell through him.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Stanford said. Stanley laughed.

“Me too, Sixer.”

They pulled apart and Stanley turned to Rick who was waiting patiently nearby. Grinning wide he swept Rick up and spun him around. Rick let out a startled laugh.

“It’s great to see you again,” he said before pressing their lips together.

While those two reunited Stanford glanced at Fiddleford, who had followed Stanley down. He was looking at the pair with an expression that might have been envy. For a moment Stanford was content to just watch him. Eventually though the space between them became overwhelming and he called out Fiddleford’s name, causing him to startle.

“Stanford! I’m mighty glad you’re both alright.”

“Agreed. It’s so good to see you again, Fiddleford.”

He seemed about to reply but Stanford didn’t give him the chance. He crossed the small distance separating them and pulled Fiddleford into an unceremonious kiss. It was sloppy and off center, and Stanford was probably pressing too hard, but it was wonderful.

There was laughter and some whistling, and they sheepishly pulled apart. Fiddleford was red and breathless, lips swollen; Stanford knew he was in similar shape.

“Yes, well, we should get moving,” he suggested, adjusting his glasses.

Sobering, Stanley told them about Filbrick. Stanford frowned.

“We’ll go around, then, to the next town.” “Thankfully we already got supplies so we should be fine,” Fiddleford said.

“Great, then l-l-let’s get the hell out of here.”

They hopped on their horses and rode off.

——

The quartet had taken refuge in a small clearing that made the twins think of the woods around Gravity Falls for the approaching night. They had rode for several days with no signs of the search party and everyone was in high spirits. It really seemed like they had once again evaded fate. To celebrate Rick had brought out tequila and passed it around. The once full bottle had now just a fifth left.

As Fiddleford strummed a tune on his banjo the twins danced around together with drunken abandon. Rick laughed wildly, either at their foolishness or caught up in their merriment who could say. Stanford glanced over his shoulder and made a face at him. Rick countered with a rude gesture and they started to one up each other, Stanley laughing and egging them on.

“Can’t you boys behave?” Fiddleford chastised, grin at odds with his words. He stopped his strumming and asked, “Who wants to hear a song?”

There was a chorus of eager confirmations. Fiddleford took a sip of tequila, cleared his throat, then cracked his fingers. Ready now, he positioned his hands on Delilah’s neck and started a slow tune.

“Oh, the moon hung high in the dark dark sky when we rode away from our darlings. We didn’t make it far before they caught up—”

“And saved your hides!” Stanley called out, and he and Stanford burst into giggles.

Fiddleford rolled his eyes and sung on.

“We rode hard and we rode long trying to escape their sheriff and pa. He’s a mean old man and a damn good shot—”

“So we better keep our heads down!” Rick interjected, coming over to Fidds with a fresh bottle.

“You fellas make this so hard.”

Fiddleford took a gracious drink of the offered tequila before returning once more to his song.

“But oh their ma was sweet, and she’s a lady I’ll miss, but if she saw us again I think she’d probably shoot us, too.”

Stanley and Stanford nodded fervently.

“With my hand on my heart—” Rick slapped his hand on his chest, nearly breaking Fidds’ concentration. “I swear to that woman we’ll keep her babies safe. Come the fires of hell, we’d lay down our lives—”

Suddenly the horses all let out cries of distress, reeling about in fear. While Stanley and Fiddleford rushed over to calm them the other pair popped out of the clearing to see what had spooked them. Their answer was coming at them fast.

“We need to go!” Stanford exclaimed, he and Rick scrambling back to the others.

Hopping onto Katrina Rick informed, “We’ve got company.”

“Filbrick or the sheriff?”

“Both,” Stanford answered through gritted teeth.

“Bud and Preston, too.”

They wasted no more words, riding out of there with a quickness. The men were hot on their heels, however, and a chilling voice called out.

“Leah! Leanne!”

The twins didn’t glance back. They could feel Filbrick’s furious gaze on the back of their skulls.

“What do we do?” Fiddleford asked, near panic.

“It might be standoff time,” Rick remarked, glancing at the twins.

Brow furrowing as the gears turned in his mind Stanford said, “If it were just Stanley and me we could out run them with no problem.”

“Running’s our best bet though, ain’t it?”

“If we can make it to the mountains I have an idea. But we’ll have to go on ahead. Do you two think you can—”

“If you have a plan go for it,” Rick told him. “But this time, leave us if you have to.”

With no intention to obey, the twins nodded and spurred their horses on. Soon both their partners and their pursuers shrunk behind them.

There was a pass between two mountains. The brothers knew what the other one was thinking and without a single word sopped a few yards in. Stanley turned to his twin.

“Science or magic?”

Taking a small device out of his jacket Stanford replied, “Science.”

He had kept toying around with spare material they had for the past few days, cobbling together a barely functional second motor. It had no leprecorn hair, no protection magic. He handed it to Stanley.

“You have a better arm.”

“Just give me the signal, Sixer.”

Then they waited.

It was a tense few minutes until the others came back into view. Rick and Fiddleford were barely keeping ahead of the posse. The twins held their breath.

“Turn it on now,” Stanford instructed.

The motor made a tremendous groan of protest, then whirred dangerously. It started steaming and was heating rapidly in his hand.

“Now!”

Stanley threw the motor just as Rick and Fiddleford reached the pass. It exploded, dislodging part of the mountainside. Rocks began to cascade down between the two groups.

A shot rang out.

Suddenly time went at half speed. Rick raced over to Stanley face etched in terror, stopping in front of him. He went rigid, eyes widening. Stanley looked past Rick, through the falling rocks, and at the gun in Filbrick’s hand.

As the last debris fell, obscuring the other men, time sped up. Rick’s hand was on his chest. He looked at Stanley with a twisted grin and tried to say something, but the words were all garbled.

“Rick?” Stanley whispered in disbelief. Then he was hopping down, hollering his partner’s name.

He caught Rick as the other man started to slide off his horse. Gently as he could he lowered Rick to the ground. A growing bloodstain glared up at him and Stanley hurriedly tore the shirt open. There was a small hole in Rick’s chest.

“Rick…” Stanley whispered again, sight starting to blur. “You stupid son of a bitch, don’t tell me you took a fucking bullet for me.”

Fiddleford came over and pressed his vest to the wound. He glanced back, most likely at Stanford, but Stanley didn’t look away from Rick, whose eyes were starting to glaze over. He took Rick’s hand in his and brushed back some of his hair.

“Rick, come on, you can’t do this. I thought—” He swallowed. “I thought we talked about you leaving me behind.”

Fiddleford checked Rick’s pulse, a strange look overcoming him. He placed a hand on Stanley’s shoulder. “Stanley, I’m so sorry, but even if we had the proper supplies I don’t know what I could do. I can’t feel a—”

“Everyone out of the way,” Stanford interjected.

He knelt down on Rick’s other side, removing the lid off some jar. It wasn’t until Stanford scooped out a familiar salve that Stanley realized what it was.

“Will that work on something like this?” Stanley asked, tentative to let himself hope.

“We don’t have much left, but it might just be enough to bring him—ah, stabilize him,” Stanford answered carefully as Fiddleford lifted his vest.

He applied the salve, the milky substance smearing with blood into an off putting shade of dirty pink. Stanford scraped the jar for every ounce of ointment. The wound stopped bleeding, at least. They watched Rick’s prone body for a moment, Fiddleford’s fingers still on his wrist. Tears streamed freely down Stanley’s face.

Suddenly Fiddleford’s face was awash with jubilation. He took Stanley’s hand and replaced it with his own on Rick, and Stanley could feel the slow rhythm that had started back up. Stanley sobbed in relief.

Fiddleford ripped his vest into strips and bandaged Rick’s chest as best he could. The man remained unconscious but breathing. It was shallow, but it was something. Stanley propped him up on Astra and climbed up behind him, wrapping his arms firmly around Rick. They rode out of there quickly, fearing how soon their pursuers might find a way around. Stanley frowned at every hard jolt or bump, and hoped Rick didn’t feel anything in his sleep.

[support-your-support]

My collection. 

The only one I want to really unlock is the Dark Candy Fiddlesticks. The rest are nice, but none are really champions I play. 

You know what would be nice? If you could trade skin shards with friends in order to get ones you want. 

[coolsandy8800]

Dark Candy Fiddlesticks Skin Spotlight - Pre-Release - League of Legends - SkinSpotlights

Dark Candy Fiddlesticks Skin Spotlight – Pre-Release – League of Legends – SkinSpotlights

Dark Candy Fiddlesticks Skin Spotlight – Pre-Release – League of Legends  SkinSpotlights

[aurelion-solar]

Fiddlesticks, The Ancient Fear

[dumplingnooona]

SNOWDOWN '12 - Dark Candy Fiddlesticks

[rainbowcyclone]

Dark Candy Fiddlesticks ult is the best thing ever~

[support-your-support]

Muse Sona & Dark Candy Fiddlesticks

The Only skins I want from this sale since I want to own all the Sona skins and Dark Candy is so damn pretty.

[spiceyoursillylife]

I'm in love with this tune.