#had to make them do the vine XD

[jojo-rolo]

“So. I saw you hanging out with April yesterday-” “Hortense- It’s not what you think!” “I won’t hesitate, BlTCH.”

[diejager]

wdyt of the idea of high society victorian cod characters cus i saw one glimpse of the idea and thought hmmm occult ghost and im praying we get it

I can’t believe I went google searching for this Drabble XD

PS. I wrote this before seeing @justadeadreaper ‘s AU!

The Past Cw: SLIGHT DARK, DUB-CON, spiritualism, occult, sex magic, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, oral sex, tell me if I missed any.

You’d heard from other women that the dark and mystery-shrouded man was one of the best spiritualists in England —if not the only man practicing the dark arts. You were warned through loose lips and gossiping whispered that he was a giant for your time, dressed in the finest silks a man could buy for himself and portrayed an aura of pride and excellence, holding an air of finesse and savagery in every words he spoke. You had your own expectations before you met him, fingers trembling as you wrote your letter, a grieving tear rolling down your powdered cheek.

You waited with bated breath and tense shoulders for his reply, and when a letter arrived, the little skull wax seal playing a part to your excitement, you ripped in open and settled in your desk in an unladylike manner. For a man you didn’t know, you couldn’t help but admire his calligraphy, the hand which he used to write was skilfully gentle, his words curled with a gracefulness you envied. In the black lettering, he gave you a date and location, touched by your plight, he invited you to his house in an unknown part of Manchester.

You rode out a few days early to meet him, being aware that he’d extended his invitation to a week long stay after your second exchange. He expressed his solemnity and sympathy towards you, promising that he’d be able to help you and you couldn’t be any happier to be able to let the past rest.

But your expectations of him fell the moment he greeted you at the wide mahogany doors of his house, he was broad and talks, a giant dressed in black. The cuffs and collar of his long coat were woven with silver roses and vines, gracing pant-clad thighs, thick and strong as a tree’s tough bark. He wore leather gloves - black as the rest of his attire - and a gem-clipped cravat stuffed under his black waist coat, buttons holding it to his sculpted chest and a flared end with silver intricacies, silver flowers and plants sown into the fabric. He was dressed beautifully, like a phantom of the opera, but when you gazed up, his dark eyes stared back, skin painted black and face hidden with a mask, a smooth skull stitched into the fabric of his cover.

He was a masterpiece in dark garments, handsome and mysterious when he ushered you in, the rumble of his voice making your body tingle, warmth filling your abdomen. He was a quiet man, eyes expressing more than words could, he had a gentle silence to him with tender and guiding hands, herding you to his seance room —or so you thought. There weren’t any tables, only plush cushions and soft-padded chairs in the dimly lit room, shadows dancing on the dark walls when he laid you down, coaxing you to relax under his care.

“I need you to relax,” he whispered, pressing his covered mouth you your forehead, brushing your locks off your sweaty skin, “do you trust me, love?”

You felt light-headed, mind dazed with the warmth and comfort he provided you, you choked down a sob, your voice dying in your throat. So you gave him a small nod, shuddering when his hands grazed up your hips to cradle your cheek, brushing away your stray tear.

“Good, close your eyes for me, yeah?”

Darkness embraced you with soothing calmness as he cradled you in his arms, feeling you up until his hands slipped under your petticoat, his calloused - when had he taken his gloves off? - fingers hooking the band of your lacy underwear. He spread your legs, hanging them over his wide shoulders, his hot breath hitting your sensitive mound. You flinched when he pressed his lips to your covered slit, burying his nose in your thick bush as he drew a calming pattern on your inner thighs.

The fire brewing in your core boiled, strong and coming forth in giant waves. It was unknown, a strange sensation that rocked you whole. He dragged his tongue up your wet hole, circling your blinking cunt and to your twitching clit, lifting the hood to have better access to your sensitive nerve. You shuddered and jerked with every touch, little mewls and whimpers slipping past your painted lips and graced his ears with your pretty sounds.

His tongue was skilled, nimble as he dove into you, pumping your tight cunt with his hot muscle, slurping up your slick and rolling your virgin clit with his thumb, rough and calloused, yet gentle with you. You squirmed and murmured incoherent words, something about it feeling weird, about your body burning and your mind lost to it, but he only coaxed you further, praising you for being so good and compliant for him.

“Good girl, telling me how good you feel,” he panted, diving back into your gummy walls, tongue brushing your softness before he replaced them with his strong and thick finger, plunging into you and hitting your sweet spot, “M name’s Ghost, love. Scream my name, yeah?”

His soft praises and talented fingers had you tipping over, the fire spilling over the edge with a blinding light. You cried out his name - is moniker - with mewls and gasps, arching beneath him and wrapped your legs tightly around his head as you came, gushing around his fingers. He slowly pumped his fingers, tongue lapping and drinking up your slick, gorging on your drooling cunt as if it were the sacred waters of the fountain of youth.

He left you limp and numb, lashes fluttering, peering at him with tired eyes, bathing in the adoring eyes of the spiritualist that made you come with his mouth and fingers alone —something new to you, a stranger in your heart and throbbing core. With his mask pulled over his tongue, mouth and chin still wet with your slick, he mumbled to you, tender words coaxing you to sit up for him.

“Reckon we get started, love?”

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[factual-fantasy]

One why are you scared of horses and two do you mind if we show you art not fanart like stuff we drew ourselves just a general question?

People are always free to show me what ever artwork they happen to make! :0 I don't mind at all! :}

But if you're wanting to show your appreciation for me/my artwork, don't draw something specifically for that- comments/asks/reblogs are all I want please <:}

As for the horse thing.. you know what time it is?

✨FACTUAL'S RARE VAGUE STORYTIME!!✨

Ok so when I was very smol me and a friend of mine went out into a field that had one big black horse in it.

The horse was allll the way across the field just minding his own business so I figured he probably wouldn't bother us.

Now this field had a pond and a HUGE WALL of blackberries that divided the field in two. Me and my buddy wanted to go to the other side of the pond and explore.. but the literal only way to get there was to carefully trudge through this narrow path that was formed in the blackberry bush wall.

So up we went. Slooowly stepping through this narrow path.. stomping down the protruding spiny blackberry vines and carefully pushing them out of the way with our bare hands. I think we were wearing shorts and sneakers which just added to our slowness and carefulness.

Now picture this, we're almost at the top. There was probably about 2-3 meters left to go before we were finally through the blackberries.. then we hear..

We turn around and the black horse was running up the path towards us. Keep in mind that we were very small, and this very much larger than us, horse was not stopping. He was absolutely going to mow us over.

"thumpthumpthumpTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP"

We. freaked. out.

We scrambled as fast as we could up the rest of the path, tripping in the blackberries and getting cut, screaming all the way-

We made it through just in time and stood flat to the fence. The horse made it through right after us and then jumped around and kicked his feet in the air, nearly nailing my friend in the face.

After a moment the horse stops jumpin around and just kinda looks at us. My friend and I have jello legs and are scared out of our skin-

So for several hours, tiny me and my tiny friend slowly wandered around the space behind the pond. Blubbering and shaking the whole time. With this giant black horse just kinda following us around and sniffing us.

We were terrified of this horse, and we wanted to go back to the house asap- but the only way back was through that narrow spiny path. We didn't want to risk the horse chasing us again..

Eventually an adult came looking for us and was calling out our names. The horse got spooked by them and ran through the path and back out into the field. The adult came up and escorted us through the berries and back to the house.

So anyways, since that day I have learned that horses are way more scared of you than you are of them. All you gotta do is wave your arms around and scream and they'll run. But even so, I don't go out in the field without the scary adult or horse expert by my side. And I'll only feed or pet them through the fence. I am just forever spooked by horses <XD

We found out later that the horse was just playing. Seeing us and running up to greet us and to jump and play! Only for us to be completely spooked and not really engage with him. Causing the horse to kinda sniff us and follow us around like "?? :0 Play? Hm?? <:0 What happen? (Sniff sniff) We're having fun? Play..?? Why not look at me...? So slow..??🤨"

[linked-maze]

I was wondering if you had any tips for the process of comic making? like, for example, how to cut corners and streamline the process, and keep track of where characters are on a scene, etc etc. if not that's okay :)

oh, man! my way of doing comic progress is a mess XD but I'll try- so for me seeing the whole thing coming together makes me extremely motivated! even if it didn’t turn out the greatest I move forward. How do I keep track of characters in a scene? I just have it all up in my head? but if you want to, you can draw a map of the place. I'm still not the best at doing this either XD Sometimes I mess up. as you can see right here-

like where did the rocks and vines go? whoops XD

or here, the hole of water was so close to the other hole of water but then later on it's not XD so yeah- I gotta get better at this as well. Any tips for cutting corners? I would recommend reusing drawings but changing small things on them, like here-

I do this a lot- where I just tilt their head XD or sometimes I won't put shade on the characters- even tho the shading looks a lot better- but if the scene is not that important then I won't bother that much

just minimal shading under the neck and hair sometimes. I'm still learning and wanna get better in the future with how I do my panel setup and the pacing. I make a lot of spelling errors or art mistakes that I wish I could go back to fix or redraw- but I feel like if I did that all the time I would never have time to work on the newer pages! anyway! hope this helped just a tiny bit! I have no idea how I do things sometimes so I'm a terrible teacher XD

[slashingdisneypasta]

You've been sending me perfect asks on my blog... So now I shall retaliate >:) (I know you probably know who this is, but I got too embarrassed to send this from my normal blog and I couldn't figure out how to switch blogs for asks 😅)

- Freddy lightly dragging his blades over your shoulders and back to get a reaction out of you. He can use his dream magic to control how sharp the blades are (I hope) so it can be completely safe texture play.

- (im mot sure exactly how you feel about Audrey... But i do know you like their voice~) Audrey II crooning and sweet talking to you while you're trying to do your work. They can't exactly sneak up behind you and whisper in your ear, but that doesn't mean they don't can't make you flustered with what they say.

- You're on a hunting trip with Jim Bickerman and whoever else is with him. You all settle down for the night, but there seems to not be enough tents for all of you. There's only one tent left, and you and Jim are the only ones who don't have one yet... And that old man is looking at you with that damn smirk of his, "Well, ain't this quite the predicament sweetheart~?"

- Being in a relationship with Wheezy and Greasy... And they both get ~in the mood~ at the same time. How would you go about this?

- Cruella designing specific outfits she wants to see you in, just for you... Including clothes to wear when you're supposed to be waiting for her~

I wanted to add more... But I ran out of ideas XD I hope you like these 😏 XD

AHHH! Yes!! I am so glad you have been enjoying my asks!! Their will be more!! And thankkkk you so much for these <3<3 I HAD to write some of them XDD Just like, excerpts ^^

Includes/Warnings:

Audrey II x Reader- Voice kink, sexual references, human/plant relations, manhandling, and someeee... touching. 🙃🙃🙃😅 (Not explicit)

Cruella De Vil x AFAB!Reader- ... you must know at this point I cannot hold myself back with Cruella XD 😅 So this one is explicit... It describes pictures she has drawn of you in those outifts... and in some particular positions.

Greasy Weasel x AFAB!Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel- Threesome!! Cunt eating (Greasy) and dirty talk/teasing (Wheezy). Also I think reader is in some sorta space. Tiny bit of a sharp teeth kink. R e a l l y explicit.

Jim Bickerman x Fem!Reader- Established relationship, semi-public sexual shenanigans, getting caught (Semi-explicit)

Audrey II:

"Y/N... " A vine moseys over to your desk after a short amount of silence and prods the squishy area of skin at your middle, and you respond by wrapping your arm around your tummy; Not looking over at the overgrown Venus fly trap. Not paying them any of the attention they crave. "baby... doll... watcha doin'?"

"Working, Audrey, shush." You keep your voice even, which you know will drive them crazy, and continue writing.

"Shu- Me?? Oh no, darlin', I don't think so!~ " The vine that poked at your tummy fat lifts towards your desk instead, then- but you push it away before he can snatch your homework away. They gasp. "Excuse me??"

"I'm really busy right now, I'll entertain you later."

For a moment they manage to stay quiet, but you can practically feel the cogs turning in their brain. You know your study time is not going to last long. "... Hmmm... " He hums, the sound sending a little shameful tingle all the way through you; Making you squeeze your eyes closed for a moment and cross one leg over the other, before refocusing on your work. No, no. The damn plant will not distract you today. You have got to get this essay done!! "I gotta say baby... I have to disagree with you~ "

"Good thing you don't get a say- " You're cut off when 4 vines wrap around the legs of your chair and suddenly tear you around to face him; dragging you closer and closer in the chair towards the corner Audrey lives in. Theirs a big smirk on the horrible fauna's huge mouth, and you know you have to get out now. Quickly you hop off the chair and rush back to your desk, gathering up your things in your arms. "Audrey, I'm just gonna go study at the library. I'll be back later toni- "

"Oh no no sweetheart~ Not so fast~ " Oh god, the way they call you sweetheart has you freezing totally still for a moment-

-And that, was all the time Audrey needed to wrap one of their thicker vines around your middle and slowly drag your body towards them this time; Causing you to drop some things, along the way. "Oh!- My stu- "

"Don't worry about it, baby! We're doin' something else, now~ Now c'mon... I wanna see you writhe... "Fuck. "... so go ahead and let go a' those books for me. Let go, baby... " You get the feeling he must mean to let go of more then just your books when he says it like that, but you refuse to let go of anything.

"Audrey, this is important." You beg, holding your books tight against your chest even as he tugs at them from the bottom. "I- "

"Don't you want me to be nice to you??... Y/N, I can be so goddamn nice... You don't know how nice~ I can be to you, yet... But I'll show ya!~ I'll show ya the ropes~ " At that, the vine around your waist shifts upwards a little bit, pulling up your shirt with it, and another vine curls into the waistband of your bottoms. "I can be your best friend, baby!"

Eyes wide, surprised at how this night is progressing and even more horrified that you don't want it to stop- not with Audrey talking to you like this- you let them steal your books and take them away. The huge, inhuman grin on Audrey's 'face' broadens, and that same vine comes back to wrap around your hair and hold it back from your face- and take control over your head. "Ah- "

"Don't worry baby. We're gonna have some fun tonight... just you and me... "

Cruella De Vil:

You hadn't seen this book, before. Which was odd, because Cruella often used the same brand for her sketches- always the same sleek, black leather binding and impossibly crisp paper you're cutting yourself on.

This one was no different. And she dropped it on your desk just the same as she always did, with enough force to send any loose papers flying so she could roll her eyes at you and complain that your desk is a disgusting mess as always. She even told you what you were to do with it, like you hadn't done it a million times before. Like you were unaware of the drill, even at this point. Because apparently you're an idiot.

It was all quite normal.

That is, until you opened the book so you could make copies of the sketches for manufacturing to keep. Until you looked at the new sketches.

Immediately you thrust the pages hard against your chest as fast as you can, dreading anyone else seeing what you just saw and looking around to make sure that you're alone in the room. Because- porn.

It was porn. There was no other way to describe it, from the... graphic positions the women were in, to the almost lack of clothes entirely. Being Cruella's assistant, you had seen plenty of lingerie sketches before, but they were usually tasteful! These... from what you saw before you hid them, they were just...

Obnoxiously horny.

Eyes wide and nervous, you slowly pull the book away from your chest to look again, so so curious despite your embarrassment and hot cheeks, and- yep. Definitely. Still porn. Cruella De Vil had sat in her glass office today looking oh so professional, and drawn porn.

... You cant stop looking at them. They're great, actually. You can feel your pussy throb, as your thumb runs over the center of a particularly well-done sketch; One where the woman is sat down with her knees spread wide and her head tuned away, eyes closed. Her cunt's open and shaded red, the only colour Cruella has added to the sharp, black-and-white pages.

You're so unbelievably hot at these pictures, just looking at them - distracted by particular parts of them, - , that at first you don't read the labelling at all. Cruella's handwriting in this book is all in cursive, and you have to focus to read it, but when you do begin to go through the notes... you feel yourself get even hotter.

Your name is all over the pages. Y/N in fur, written on top of a woman stood terribly naked, wearing just a fur hat and fur boots. Y/N in silk, written beside the woman with her beautiful red pussy bare on the page and a very shiny silk chemise bunched up around her hips. Y/N in chiffon, written beside a woman wearing just a long chiffon skirt and arms raised away from her confidently bare chest. Y/N in satin, written beside a woman with her hands on her hips, holding a long satin robe back from hiding her body- at all.

Y/N in- Y/N in- Y/N in-

After a while, and your eyes are the size of saucers while your underwear is absolutely soiled, you plop down finally in a chair by the photo copier and turn to the last page. Theirs a sticky note on it, but you peel it off in order to see the final picture, and give a choke gasp at the image Cruella's drawn for you.

An absolutely tasteless picture of a woman - you, - bent over a familiar desk, with your feet spread wide so your ass and cunt are on full display to anyone looking. The angle is from just above, as if you're standing just behind the woman - you, - and she's preparing to take you in. God, you can feel yourself clenching at the sight- the thought- the idea-

Is this what Cruella wants? Does she want you like this? Does she want to fuck you this badly??

As if as an after thought, you look at the sticky note.

Y/N,

My Office. Later tonight after everyone leaves.

Cruella De Vil

Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel:

You were already with Greasy when Wheezy walked into the room, and he knew damn well what the two of you were up to- he always knew- he just doesn't always want to do it too. He doesn't have as big a drive as the two of you do.

But evidently today is one of the days where he does want to fuck, he is in the mood. This is evident when he walks in and locks the door behind him; not taking his cool eyes, dark with lust, on you with Greasy's mouth moving on- against- around your cunt.

Wheezy's eyes flicker up to your face, raising his brows- as if asking, if theirs room for one more.

You open your mouth to tell him yes, of course, but its Greasy who responds. He didn't see the question Wheezy silently posed, but he can tell since you're not freaking out that someone has come in right now, that it has to be your other boyfriend. He pops his mouth off of you, though he doesn't take his eyes off of it at all, mesmerised by what is definitely one of his favourite things in the world, and instead just moves to rub his thumb against your clit. "Welcome in, el fumador... help yourself~ we're just beginning here... "

... Wheezy smirks, rolling his sleeves up more securely and strolling over to the bed, leaning over you as you move your head to see him. He gives you a little hello kiss when you crane your neck back because he's right beside the bed now, and strokes your hair for a moment.... Then his eyes slide right back down to Greasy and what he's doing to you, and how slick you are, and a mischievous look that makes you even hornier flickers in his eyes. "Really, Grease? Looks like you've been workin' her for- damn. Hours, now. She looks like she's ready to pop."

"I'm just that good, I guess!~ "

"Mhm... "

Needy and non-verbal, you just reach for Wheezy's shirt collar and drag him back down to you and your parted lips as Greasy connects his mouth to you once again; Slipping your tongue immediately into his mouth while your other boyfriend devours your cunt like his favourite meal. You kiss Wheezy with all the want you're feeling, meshing your mouths together slowly but licking his tongue so dirty you would feel embarrassed, if you weren't so close. He reciprocates, easily giving you what you want, taking care of his needy, desperate girl without even touching you anywhere inappropriate.

He pulls away too soon, and you let out a sad little whine, as he brushes a thumb over your lips and gives a smokey chuckle. He's still so close! Why is he doing this?- "Its okay, baby, its alright... we're gonna take care of you... "

"Please- "

"Y'feel Grease down there?? Does that feel good?" Quickly you nod, your fingers still curled around Wheezy's collar. It feels really, really good- his tongue is so deep- "Make sure y'tell him how good he's doing, cutie, he deserves some praise dontcha think??"

Eyes wide, you nod again. Greasy does deserve it. "Its so- so good- "

"Hear that Grease?? So, so good... "

Greasy moans and nods into your most private place and it has you bucking, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep from making a terribly load sound- which just makes him chuckle against you, sharp teeth brushing against your delicate skin.

"Now... lay down, baby. I need a little something, too today. Its been a hard week... " Your eyes slip downwards towards Wheezy's hands as he unbuckles his belt, causing your mouth to actually water. "... and you wanna help me out, dontcha? Yeahhh, I know you do... you're a good baby... " As you nod once again, eager to please, Wheezy gives another smirk; looking down to Greasy. "Isn't she, Grease?"

In responce, Greasy shows you both as he shoves his hand down in his own pants.

Jim Bickerman x Reader:

To your credit, you did try to keep it to a goodnight kiss tonight.

... The key word being try. When you noticed him watching you in that way that reminds you he's a hunter while you were just getting comfy in your sleeping bag, you had asked him what? And when he had acted all innocent like he hadn't been practically licking his chops at you, you explained that you were not having sex in this tent tonight because a. the tent is not sound proof and b. it was inappropriate. The poor men you're camping with did not need to experience that.

And you didn't need to be looking them in the eyes the next day knowing that they are now privy the sound you make when the creepy old man hits that particular spot deep inside you, to be frank.

You even said goodnight, and held the sleeping bag over your head.

But fuckkkkkkkkk you cant help yourself. You're almost as bad as Jim is- actually, scratch that almost. You are as bad. That's why he's so perfect.

All of 2 minutes later, you were giving a groan at your own lack of self control (You've really got to work on that), crawling out of your sleeping bag (Pulling the flannel Jim leant you, or you stole from him, tight around you to shield you from the cold), and finding yourself straddling him. From below he gives a smirk, about to say something like I told you so, or I thought so, or ha ha- but you just silently shake your head at him and lean down to kiss him. Like no- nope. No gloating. If you gloat sir, you die.

For a while its just kissing, his beard rubbing against your face and the brim of his hat grinding into your forehead until you take it off him- chucking to an unknown corner of the tent. This makes him chuckle, as you release his mouth to breath and give him a bemused grin, nose scrunched up slightly at him, before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and then his clothed shoulder.

He curls his fingers into the loops in your jeans - you hadn't bothered to get changed to go to sleep, it was way too cold, - and tugged your hips against his. "Mmm... I can feel you all hot and throbbing, sweetheart... somethin' you wanna tell me? Maybe you don't think this is so inappropriate??... " When you lift yourself up to give him a deadpanned look, his eyes light up very purposefully and he makes 'oh' sound. "Orr, maybe you like that... "

You just hold up a finger, like quiet, before kissing him again. This time he doesn't let that be it, disconnecting his mouth from yours way too soon in favour of leaning up a little whispering in your ear. "Your mess in your pants is distractin' me. I'm gonna need you to take them off... "

"Hm~" You hum, leaving him and standing up the best you can in the small tent to wriggle out of your jeans, kicking them off into the same corner his hat went so you're left in your shirt and Jim's blue flannel. Jim eagerly undoes his own pants then, too, so when you lower yourself back onto him you can easily access the poor man's painfully hard cock, sitting hot and impatient underneath you, behind cotton boxers. Wow, you think vaguely. He can sure hold himself together well- you didn't think he needed you this badly!! You might have taken mercy on him sooner if you'd known... Well- "... Do you have- "

Before you can even finish the sentence, he's offering you a condom from who-knows-where. It makes you snort as you accept it. "What a gentleman... "

"I do try, pumpkin."

"Okay," You grin, shaking your head and trying to go back to that quiet, purposeful mood from before despite Jim making you smile. "Okay- we doing this?" You're still giggling a little, the heat of the moment and the middle-of-the-night sillies getting to you now. "G'head then, whip it out- "

Suddenly you're cut off- and its not by Jim, or your own giggling. Its by someone outside the tent- "PLEASE, don't!!" They yell suddenly, followed by a couple of others voicing their agreement with grunts and pleases and one particularly pained jesus christ jim, let us sleep!! He sounded like he was in the tent right next door.

"... Oh god- " You start, face heated up like a stove as you pull part of the flannel up to cover your face some, half laughing still from the night-time hysteria and this ridiculous situation, and looking down to connect eyes with Jim.

He looks like he's about to lose his composure, too, and then someone's shoe gets thrown at the side of your tent and you both burst out laughing.

(Annnnnd thank goodness this is finally done- I can go read your Scroop Headcanons now XD)

[riddle-me-ri]

My cat fell asleep on my arm and that got me thinking of you could write a fic about reader falling asleep on the various ozzies XD how would they react and what would they do?

(Btw I absolutely love your writing I check your blog everyday to see if you've written anything new and it's always such a treat when you do 💝)

A/N: first off I am absolutely here for the cats invading everyone’s personal space and claiming human limbs as beds, as well as the fact there were two similar themed requests (same anon? Maybe possibly?) I hope y’all don’t mind I sorta combined the two of your requests because…yeah they were really similar rip. I will link the backstory to Farrell!Penguin’s drabble in his section, and the other Ozzies will be original.

Penguins Reacting to Reader Falling Asleep on Them:

Arkhamverse Penguin: 

Well, what was he to expect? That coat he wears is comfy inside and out. 

You were sitting beside Oswald at the head of the long dining table. 

You heard some parts of the conversation, but it didn’t take long between the dullness of the topic and the cacophony of voices to all sound one in the same. You barely make out what Ozzie’s saying as your eyelids eventually get too heavy to hold open any longer.

Oswald was in the middle of giving an order when he felt the slightest weight on his upper arm. Everyone grew silent when they notice you’ve actually nodded off. Some men stared in shock, if they were to fall asleep during a meeting…Oswald wouldn’t hesitate to knock them out for good. 

They weren’t you though. You had him wrapped around your finger like a vine to a branch. He glanced over to you. The scowl on his face perking up to a soft endearing smile towards you. He immediately lowered his voice, but still delivered the order in a stern tone. If any of his men raised their voices even the slightest, he’d shush them. 

“Keep your bloody voice down!” He hissed. “Can’t you see my love is sleepin?”

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

Click on Farrell Oz's header for the full backstory on how the reader managed to pop a squat on Oz’s lap.

Needless to say, you got pretty comfortable in Ozzie’s lap. You reveled in the closeness, being wrapped up in his warmth and clean but not overbearing cologne. You even gained the courage in your newfound comfortability to put your hand over his that was cupped around your waist. Oz quirked an eyebrow at the gesture, but smiled and let you hold his hand. 

Once his friends went off to go dancing with their dates for the night. You enjoyed the one on one time with Oz.

Between the stories shared and the drinks sipped. Time passed faster and it got really late. You don’t remember how or what, but your eyelids were slowly closing like the red curtains at the end of a play. Oswald was so soft, warm, inviting. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t resist. 

Selina walked passed handing Oz a wad of cash but not before giggling softly. “Looks like your date’s decided to take a cat nap.” 

Oz furrowed his eyes until he looked down. Sure enough, you were snoozing away. You hand on his chest, the hand on his hand slowly losing it’s grip on his. He couldn’t help but mimic the smile you had on your face. He moved his hand that was on your waist over your free hand, to keep holding it to your side. Oswald grew to like holding your hand. 

He chuckled softly. “Yeah, it’d appear so.” 

“You want me to clear a spot on the couch in your office, boss?” Selina offered. 

Oz looked up at her and nodded. “I’d appreciate that.” 

Selina nodded back with a smile, but not before stealing a glance at you. “I think they’re a keeper. I’ve never seen you smile so much in one night.” 

Oswald glanced back down at you. Your body completely lax against his, you’re breathing even. You must feel so content with him. He must make you feel safe…

He brushed a stray hair off your cheek and tightened his hold on you. “Yeah…I was just thinkin’ the same thing.” 

Gotham Penguin:

“What I’m trying to say is…this war CANNOT and should NOT persist. Why must we shed MORE blood, WASTE away more lives!” Oswald was on another passionate rant, to no one in particular but it always helped his mind come up with the solutions. 

“Ehh..boss…”

“What, Butch?” 

Butch pointed to you on Oswald’s left side. He turned to you and almost jolted out of his skin. 

Y-You were asleep. Gently resting along his shoulder. Your steady breathing caused the tiniest of hairs on Oswald’s pale skin stand up. 

“H-How long was I talking?” 

Butch glanced at his watch. “A little over 2 hours, boss.” He gave his employer a lopsided smile. 

Oswald’s eyes widened. No wonder you dozed off, but he didn’t suspect…he never suspected. You would find him…cozy…inviting. 

“O-Oh…that..that explains it..” Oswald whispered, worried that even the slightest hitch in his voice or twitch in his body will jostle you awake. He can’t say he’s quick to remove you away from him though.

Butch chuckled. Fully aware of the feelings you and Oswald had for each other but refused to act on. Whilst it was adorable, it was equally infuriating. 

“Good night, boss.” Butch began making his way up the stairs to the spare bedrooms in the mansion. 

“W-Wait! B-Butch..” He hissed. “W-What do I do about them?” 

Butch shrugged, but continued to walk off. 

Oswald was about to yell at Butch to come back and help him, but the slight tension in his body caused your head to squirm on his shoulder. 

Well, this wasn’t one of the most uncomfortable places to fall asleep. He leaned back in the plush cushioned chair, your head still glued to his shoulder. Oswald reluctantly laid the side of his face on top of your head. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle in warm delight. 

Yeah, there were way worse conditions to take a nap in. 

BTAS Penguin:

“Oh look, my dear! A gorgeous little dove–oh!” 

He looks down to see you nestled into his chest, with one hand clinging to the lapels of his suit jacket. 

You and Oswald were taking a small rest on a park bench. You enjoyed these special little moments with Oswald. Just the two of you taking a stroll through the park, talking about nothing, looking at all the birds that come your way. 

It was still early in the evening, and it was fair to say you didn’t get the best sleep last night. 

Oswald gulped at the close proximity. W-Why would you sleep on him? Surely he wasn’t the most..comfortable cushion. You had a better chance leaning your head over the bench, or resting on the bench’s armrest. 

Yet, you didn’t do any of that. 

You sought out for him, resting your body into his without so much as a second thought. 

You…you really do like him.

Oswald couldn’t help but smile widely in glee. He could jump up in joy, but he will refrain so he won’t wake you up. He noticed the birds nearby chirping more than usual, as if they’re sharing in his delighted mood. 

He wrapped his arm around you and gently squeezed you, so you were closer to him. His heart almost swelled when he saw you smile and snuggle your head closer to him. 

Oswald kissed the top of your head before resting his chin on top of your head. 

TNBA Penguin:

The night was electric. It was a special night at the Iceberg Lounge. Oswald was premiering a brand new performance act for the club. It took months of preparation and discussions, but it was finally happening. 

The night couldn’t have had a better turn out. 

Oswald was seated next to you in one of the half circle booths facing the stage. Once the act was over, Oz couldn’t help but notice you went rather quiet and his shoulder felt more heavy. He glanced down to see you snoozing away. 

Any other time and if it’d been any other person he would be offended at such a rude display. However, he knew the cause, and how he was part of it. You put just as much hours into setting this up and getting this to work more than anyone. 

Plus, he couldn’t help but enjoy the small palpations his heart was doing. He always enjoyed the idea of having you by his side. The idea of you being intimate enough with him to hold his hand, kiss his cheek, or…doze off on top of him. 

This…this was a good start to making his idea…his dream of you two become a reality. 

Oswald leaned up slightly off the back of the booth. As gently as he could, he readjusted himself so that he was laying back into the booth instead of sitting up straight. He grabbed your spare jacket that you rested on your lap and wrapped it around your upper body. 

Oz gave you a small peck on your cheek. 

“Thank you, my dear…for everything.” He whispered softly in your ear, silently hoping you heard him. 

Telltale Batman:

You were so excited to see Oswald when he said he was coming back to Gotham City. Tossing and turning in your bed from excitement it was safe to say the rough three hours of sleep you got were finally catching up to you. 

You and Ozzie were hanging out in his new apartment. After getting him settled in to his new digs. You guys ordered take out and grabbed a couple movies to watch on the couch. The food was long gone and you were in the middle of the second film. 

Oz couldn’t help but notice you had gone uncharacteristically quiet. He glances down and sees you snuggled up against the pillow and his lower abdomen. Your breathing was even and your eyes were closed.

Always the one to mess with him, earlier you had rested a pillow on Oz’s lap and laid your head there to watch the films. Oz scoffed at you but didn’t make you budge. Now he was sort of regretting that decision. Only a little bit though. 

One of your hands was gripping the edge of his black shirt and the other was wrapped around his waist. 

God, you really were so adorable. Why the hell did you ever hang on to a low-life like him? No assets, no money, no estate…just a name that used to mean something…be worth something. 

Even if he never quite understood you. He appreciated your presence in his life all the more. Oswald did not ever want to think about a life without you. He’s already lost Bruce, if he lost you too…he really wouldn’t have anybody else. 

Oz leaned over you as best he could. Snatched the remote he turned the TV off and he gently slid his lap out from under you. He watched to make sure the sudden movement didn’t wake you. You ended up just nuzzling into the pillow. He chuckled. 

Oz scooped his arms under your body and slowly lifted you off the couch. He carried you into the one bedroom with a king mattress. He recalls the small argument with you over his sheet and comforter colors matching the pillow cases. It makes him laugh internally to himself. 

He pulls back the covers and sheets and laid you down gently into the mattress. Oz tucked you in, occasionally glancing at your eyes making sure you weren’t waking up. Before he left to crash on the couch, he took another glimpse of your sleeping face. 

Oswald smiled, brushing your hair gently out of your face. He got up to his feet, but not before kissing your temple. 

“Sweet dreams, love.” 

One Bad Day Penguin:

The Iceberg Lounge had just closed after another successful night. You were helping Oz with his book keeping. Everyone talks about counting sheep to fall asleep…but what about counting and crunching numbers. 

It had to have been about five in the morning, when Oswald all of a sudden felt a sudden weight on his back. You two were sitting back to back of each other, occasionally checking in on each other and making sure everything was in order and adding up. 

However, he never expected you laying back and nestling in his back. Oswald couldn’t help but admit, you were warmer and more inviting than any blanket he’s ever owned. 

“Hey, sweetie…you wanna call it a night?” He asked softly. 

Your only response was some slight squirming and wordless murmuring. 

“Ah..I see.” Oz responded sarcastically. In moments like these he wished he was more physically capable. He would carry you up to your room in the upper floors of the lounge. 

But maybe I can make it to that couch…

There was a violet loveseat on the other side of your office. As quickly but seamless as he could, Oz spun around on his chair to catch you before your body fell from the lack of support from his back. Oswald jumped off from his seat, and slowly used the wheels of your chair to roll you over to the couch. 

Once the wheels met the edge of the couch, Oz cupped his hands around your neck and lower waist. Using all his strength he moved you from the chair to the couch. Thankfully the transition didn’t disturb you. 

Oswald took a deep exhale in relief. Now he got to take a good luck at your sleeping face. 

It should be a crime to be this cute. It should be an even harsher offense to have someone so precious like you work for the likes of him. However he enjoyed your company too much, call him selfish but you made him happy. You made him feel like a human, deserving of happiness and love. Call him selfish if was ever going to give that up. 

He didn’t even notice him crossing his arms on the couch. Slowly, he lowered his head to rest on top of his folded arms. Just watching you peacefully sleep. 

You were able to peacefully doze off in his presence. Oswald began reminiscing on all his memories with you, and just how joyful and content he was in each one. 

Oz slowly drifted off to sleep too, dreaming of the past with you and the future that has yet to make itself known. But if you were there with him, Oswald was more than ready for whatever the future holds.

[bluebutlikenotalways]

🐲 For Rayo and 👑 For Sorpresa, please? You can do either or if you don't want to do both. Thank you :)

Oooohhhhohoho! I love this ask :D

First up OUR SWEET PRINCE

I think I need to redesign her mask to make it less like a butterfly, because that ain’t her vibes!

Nou die draak

I kinda rushed the folded wings because I wanted to show his stupid fucking dragon hands off XD

Of course where would a prince be without her dragon?

hey guess what

LORE

So let’s start with our Prince.

Sorpresa comes from a long line of of women royals and is bright and ready to prove herself. A big part of her job tho is keeping her identity secret so she’s able to walk amongst her people without them acting off so they actually know what to fix, hence the mask. They’re also the first defensive against any attacks so they must always be ready with weapons and strangely sharp crowns. Sorpresa is more than ready to take on the world, she’s just waiting on the chance to prove herself.

Dragon man

Rayo X is a Knucker with horns that grew in wrong. Instead of pointing out they grew sideways to form a cross. With less protection than his fellows he decided to leave them to avoid the shame of them telling him he was a burden. While not able to use his horns he has developed one hell of a tail whip to fight back. It has served him well for a long time, but he still appreciated the beak guard because it makes close range attacks easier.

How they know each other!

Sorpresa was an only child and Rayo was an outcast, so both of their childhoods were really very boring when they weren’t training or sleeping. One day Rayo decided he’d drag his sorry ass out of the pond he was holding up in to try find someone to play with. He stumbled across a very flashy silver gate with blue gems set into its crest. He couldn’t help himself, he slithered up and pecked the sapphires out. Holding one up to admire it he watched as the world through it fractured and spun through the blue shine. On the other side he saw more flowers than he’d ever seen in his life. He had to see more! So he bellyflopped into the yard and went skittering to check everything out. Needless to say he trashed the place.

Meanwhile

A very board student was staring out her window while her tutor was trying to explain why the apple fell on Newton’s head and wishing that she could be doing anything else. Suddenly she saw a shadow climb over her fence and start slinking around her hard pulling up her grandmother’s flowers and toppling statues of her long dead relatives and if that wasn’t the most interesting thing she’d seen all day. Her teacher didn’t even get the chance to grab her before she went bursting out the window and scaling down the vines till she was able to land with only scarped knee to complain of.

Rayo was admiring how his reflection was shining in the depths of their well.

“HEY!”

A shout and poke from behind him made him jump and lose his grip on one of gems. He lent forward to to try catch it before it was out of reach, but a smack on his back made him jolt forwards and go spilling into the the depths below.

For a second he considered just curling into a ball at the bottom until whatever it was went away, but he reminded himself he’s a fucking dragon who can whip ass if he wants to.

Sorpresa peered over the edge of the well wall to the Rocky water below. She thought it was someone in a long robe digging through her family’s yard, but for a second she could have sworn…A dragon’s head come rocketing out of the earth below. Her stomach nearly fell out her ass as she steps back keeping her weapon up list like she was taught and glued her eyes to the opening waiting for a fight. Nothing came. Slowly she approached again to take another peak.

Rayo was about seven feet short from the top and was desperately clinging to the stones trying to claw his way back out, but he kept hitting a smooth one and ended up splashing back down.

Sorpresa watched him struggle for a bit. Poor thing looked like it was panicking. “Hello?”

Rayo paused. He looked up at the face above him. “Why did you hit me?”

Sorpresa cringed. “Well it was you or me.” She glanced at the torn up flowers and shuttered seeing that the crown broke off of her great great great aunt. “My mama is gonna explode when she sees this.”

Rayo curled around himself trying to calm down. “Whatever.” He dipped back below the water to tie himself in a knot. He couldn’t deal with this.

Above him a blip in the water made him stir. A tock on his head made him rise out back out of the water to see he must have fallen asleep because the light around them had faded to a deep purple, or maybe that was just a reflection from him.

“What?”

“I came back to check in you and I was worried you drowned.” Rayo blinked up at her. “You’re…really stuck, huh?” Rayo started sinking again. “I’ll get you out, don’t worry.”

Rayo Sat with his eyes above the water as he watched her work. A few minutes later a rope flitted down next to him and Sorpresa called him up. He reached out and gave it a tug. The beam it was tied to creaked a little, but didn’t break. He wrapped himself around it and started his way up.

Halfway up the rope he heard something snap and he practically turned to stone.

“C’mon! You’re almost there!” Sorpresa leaned over to see her garden destroyer dangling like a uvula in the throat of some great beast. He was so close she could almost…she grabbed the rope, looped her leg around it and slid down far enough that she could reach out and touch him. He was way smoother than she excepted, but when she went to sooth down his spines he flinched away. She hissed. “No! Not back down!” The knucker stayed where he was. She puffed air out through her nose and went over what she had learned. “I’m sorry I scared you down here earlier, but it’s my duty to protect those in my kingdom..where you are, so please let me help you.”

She reached down a second time, but instead of touching him she held her hand in front of his eye. He cocked his head at it, then cautiously dug his claw into her sleeve.

Sorpresa had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from pulling away as he climbed up her arm, cutting her more with each step. She watched blood run down her arm through the rips in her sleeve. Mama really won’t be happy with her destroying her shirts like this. Soon enough Rayo was clinging to her shoulder with his tail wrapped around her arm for balance. Even with the extra weight she pulled them both up and out where she dumped them both on the ground.

Now that they were both safe she got to have a proper look at him. “You had wings this whole time? Why didn’t you use them?”

Rayo was trying very hard to dry off by flopping around in the dirt, but he humoured her and opened them. “Its too cramped down there to fly.”

“Oh. Wh-“

“I dropped your gems in the well.”

“You did what?”

And the rest is history!

[angeart]

Y'know I had just added the 🎀 because I was asking about the ribbon and I wanted you to know it was the same person on the follow up ask xD but I also went :o irl at being called ribbon anon!

I saw you had tagged the bonus rambles about the mimic's name! I have been dying to ask that too! but you also mentioned follow up rambles so I figured we'd learn it then?

Noooo what happened to Scar's vex wings?? D: Also how do Scar's vex wings work in general? are they out all the time like Grian's or can he magic them away??

-🎀

naah, you have to keep it now! you’re officially the ribbon anon! it’s yours! :3c accept your fate <3

as for the bit about the mimic’s name… i think i’ll make a separate post about that a little bit later (either later today or tomorrow). it’s not going to be a part of the Main Big Mimic Arc Rambles, because it’s something me and link figured out sort of on the side, later. but i’m happy to tell you about it, so keep an eye out for that one!

scar’s vex wings are magic, and he mostly has them hidden away. i asked link to tell us all more about how that works, so if you’re interested, go check it out on their blog! >> link to the post here << 

but yes yess let me tell you about what happened to scar's wings! and what better way to tell you than through an unnecessarily long storytime. tucking it under the cut <3

so. you know how i mentioned that they meet by hunters pouncing on grian, and grian getting hurt? mmh. we start with grian in pain, hungry and dehydrated to the point of lightheadedness, and exhausted from lack of sleep as well as a pretty significant bloodloss. basically, he’s out of commission, and it’s up to scar to take care of him and desperately try to keep him alive on zero supplies.

they make their way to a crevice in a ravine that leads into a cave. (in between this and that, there were tears and panic and desperation. and kisses. shh.)(and of course, the ribbon.) 

i think this cave is very fun, so i’ll yoink two snippets from the rp, one from scar’s pov (link) and one from grian’s (me), so you can get into this pretty atmosphere too <3 

-- SCAR POV snippet:

His best way of describing the place would be this nightmare server’s best attempt at a lush cave, Scar thinks somewhat bitterly.

And a rather sad attempt at that.

There’s greenery, which is shocking enough given how almost everything they’ve seen has been dead or dying. It’s mostly moss, a few sparse patches of grass, and a leafy substance that sticks to the walls, littered with thorns. 

Vines stretch down from the ceiling, but they’re not bright and colorful like glow berry vines back home. They do glow, but it’s only a faint illumination, somehow still managing to be grey and drab. And it’s not the fruit that glows either, but rather the vine itself, almost pulsating. Almost breathing. 

It makes Scar uneasy, but not immediately threatened. And unfortunately that’ll have to do.

There is fruit on the vines, for what it’s worth, but they’re bruised and darkened. Questionable at best. Scar doesn’t like their chances.

What matters, however, is the water. 

There’s a small pond in the center of the cave with water pooling into it slowly from one of the walls. 

It’s not the cleanest source of water given the dirty moss and dying roots that crawl along the shore, spreading their way underwater in various places and tinting the surface green, but they’re hardly in a position to be picky. 

(It’s likely better than the river from before, surrounded in mud and grime and later death.)

Right now a place like this may as well be paradise.

“Home sweet home?” Scar offers jokingly, though timidness seeps into his tone. He really hopes it can be, at least long enough for them to get back on their feet.

-- GRIAN POV snippet:

It’s the rhythm trailing off and stopping, that finally forces Grian to crack his eyes open. He blinks, chasing the blur away, trying to take in their new surroundings: the moss coats walls and ground in stray patches, lending them some colour in a place that’s otherwise drab and grim; the pond in the center glitters faintly, murky water reflecting murky light; the growth clinging to the stone walls and hanging from the ceiling looks wholly unhealthy, slick and sick, mushy, rotting, held together only in places. The vines seem to be breathing, swaying the gentlest bit even though Grian can’t feel a breeze; a calm but wholly unsettling pulse of light fades and brightens in time with their miniscule motion, always veering on not-enough, casting them in various shades of dimness. 

Just like anything else here, this cave looks wretched and like nothing he is familiar with. 

And yet Scat tacks a joking phrase on it, like plonking down a cheesy mat that says Welcome in cursive, deliberately and triumphantly placed in front of a building that’s entirely falling apart. There’s no salvaging this, but Grian chuckles quietly anyway, and with a wry curl of his lips, he echoes back, words hollow and barely touched by misplaced amusement: “Home sweet home.”

And it just might be—or the closest thing they can achieve to it right now. It’s dark and damp and unpleasant, the air a bit stale and the walls oozing icy chill, but it’s shielded and hidden, quiet, sheltered from the wind and the rain, with a pooled source of water perfectly within reach. It’s more than they expected. More than they could’ve hoped for.

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now that you can imagine the absolute beauty of this place, for no reason at all but to indulge me, we can continue!

scar carefully sets grian down by the wall to rest. grian lies down in the only way he knows to be safe: with his dishevelled wings tucked tightly against a wall, feathers as much out of sight as he can manage, despite the horrible discomfort of it. and scar leaves to try and gather some supplies, leaving behind a promise that he won’t stray too far, won’t get out of sight.

he manages to put together enough things to light a fire, while grian dozes off into an exhausted, shivery sleep. with the fire lit next to the avian, scar moves away again, even as fatigue drags at him and begs him to stay, to rest. because this is all on him now: he needs to provide, he needs to protect, he needs to make sure they stay alive. (and it terrifies him, because he doesn’t have the best track record of staying alive, back on hermitcraft—) and for that, they need more supplies.

so he ventures back into the cave, searching. pawing at the stone. digging. trying so, so very hard to get something out of it all. using his wings to aid his aching legs. they provide dim, pale blue  light, which also helps as he moves further and further away from the fire. 

he makes sure to constantly look back, anxiously checking the area surrounding the fire, making sure nothing’s approaching grian, who’s wounded and asleep and completely defenceless.

scar does not pay nearly as much attention to his own surroundings.

that’s when it happens.

the crackling of the fire almost completely swallows up the familiar warning hiss of a creeper.

scar whirls around, eyes wide, catching a sight of a creeper that’s all wrong—distorted and decaying, overgrown with vines and fungus, with haunting empty voids for eyes—before it sets off and explodes.

all scar can do is fling his wings forwards in a desperate attempt to shield himself with them.

this is what tears his wings to tatters. (you can see their state on some of link’s art - like the hhau scar design/reference sheet)

scar skids on the hard ground, thrown by the force of the explosion, wings wrapped around him protectively. immediately after the cave falls quiet and dark again, his wings fade, too, and— he’s disoriented and breathless and in pain, and the explosion woke grian up—an awakening pitch straight into confused, searing panic—and scar doesn’t really get much of a chance to process what’s happened and how much damage there is. in fact, he doesn’t check his wings for a very long time. (he knows they’re damaged.) (he doesn’t want to see—doesn’t want to feel it.)

so it’s a while before scar gets to understand just how damaged his wings are.

and it’s even longer before grian sees.

<3

[covenofwives]

Welcome Home

Foolish spots the red vines of the Egg popping up in random spots over the server and decides he cannot let it continue. He'll do his best to destroy the vines as much as he can, but he should probably be a little more careful about it. The vines can be very persuasive.

Warning: This fic contains minor mind control/hypnosis. Not a lot but please read with caution if you're weary of anything like that.

I'm slowly but surely making by way through my backlog of fics I have ready to post. One day I'll post them all lol

Pls enjoy

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The red vines popped up around the Summer Home seemingly within an hour. In the morning, Foolish was walking from his temple to the oasis with Foolish Jr and Finley on his shoulders. After their morning swim and sun drying themselves, Foolish saw it. The red caught on the corner of his eye, just peeking up near the XD statue. Knowing that red too well, Foolish ushered his children inside and went to deal with it.

It was only a few vines, three or four at the most, clumped around the base of the XD statue. Foolish pulled them up immediately and they snapped off, with no fuss. He dug down under the spot they were coming from but found no other vines. To ease his own mind, Foolish convinced himself it was some left over vines that had been pushed up to the surface. He’d cleared them away, and that would be the end of it.

That was, in fact, not the end of it.

A few weeks later Foolish was working on a build far from the Summer Home and he saw the vines in the distance. A lot of them. There was a large clump just in the middle of the spruce forest, and then Foolish could see, in the distance, a clump of red on the horizon of a far off hill.

Foolish did his best not to panic as he gathered up his tools and walked over to the vines. His theory could still be true. These were the last of the vines from that horrid Egg and something - an earthquake maybe - had shifted them up to the surface. These were just remnants of them. There was no way the Egg was back in power.

The clump Foolish came up to in the forest was a lot more than just four vines. A few of them were wrapped around the trees but the main clump of it was sitting in the grass, the red vines entwined and coiled around themselves making it impossible to count how many of them there actually were. It could be many, or just a few long ones wrapped around themselves again and again.

He couldn’t hear any whispering, so Foolish took that as a good sign and got to work. He could cut down the trees later so it would be better to tackle the main clump of it.

Foolish took a careful step in between the vines to try and find the source of them. He could see a few of the vines clumped close together just off centre of the mass. He grabbed his axe in one hand and bent down to reach for them. He couldn’t get a good grip on them, so Foolish moved forward and that’s when he fell.

He fell forward, into the pile of vines and fear kept him still.

It was just a trip. He reasoned to himself. I tripped on one of the vines laying still. It didn’t move because it has no power and it can’t move.

Foolish pushed himself up and felt a vine wrap around his back, looping under his waist and pressing down on him, and Foolish accepted the fact then. The Egg was still alive.

With that new information Foolish changed tactics. Taking it slow was not an option anymore, so he pushed himself up as fast as he could go. The red vines weren’t prepared, not ready to hold him down, so Foolish got himself up onto his knees.

A vine snapped out from the now writhing mass and wrapped around Foolish’s right forearm. Another around his left bicep. The vines pulled, but Foolish could easily pull back. The Egg was alive, but it had next to no power. It wasn’t strong anymore and Foolish could easily win the fight.

As though the Egg realised this, it changed tactics. The vine on his forearm fell but quickly snaked around to join the one on his bicep. The vines all focused their strength to one thought, pulling on Foolish’s arm but the golden shark was barely fazed. He was winning this battle of strength; until the Egg cheated.

“BahAHA! WHahAHAT!”

It came as Foolish pulled himself up. He was halfway to standing, with one foot on the ground and ready to push himself up when another vine had weaved into his armpit and started wiggling it’s tip against his skin.

“Stohop ihIHIT!” Foolish pulled and tried to stop the giggling but it was no use. He was terrible at holding back his laughter, and the vine in his arm traced up and down the hollow shape of his underarm with precision. When it realised it was getting a response, it pressed in with a firmer touch.

Another vine wrapped around his other arm, distracting Foolish from the vines swarming towards his left side. One got a his ribs, tracing up and down the bones. Another weaved around his back, tracing the shape of his spine. With these, and the vine still  constantly wiggling in his armpit, Foolish had no choice but to be pulled down.

At that moment, more than any other, Foolish wished his clothes weren’t so loose and open. He wore no top, other than the thin cape he attached at his shoulders, and that was useless with protecting him. The vines all wiggled in their chosen spots, none of them matching in speed or rhythm so he couldn’t get used to them.

“S-Stohohop! StohOHOhohOP!” Foolish’s laughter ended in a high yelp when he felt one of the vines wrap around his lower ribs, vibrating along them. His legs wobbled, threatening to fall but a fire lit in Foolish, pulling hard enough at the vine wrapped around his arm and actually pulling out of their hold. He heard the vine snap, and felt his arm slack.

The wave of elation rushed over and then quickly out of Foolish as he fell with the momentum of the pull. He hadn’t expected the vine to snap so easily so while he was out of the grasp of one vine he fell back into the mass of vines laying beneath him.

The red vines suddenly came alive. They moved like snakes, weaving under and over Foolish. They wrapped around his waist and limbs, pulling him down while the vines worked back into tickling him. The usual ones returned to his armpits and ribs, but now more came to his stomach, tracing around and tickling over his bellybutton, and a few went to his feet, poking and swiping along his soles.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA! OoohohoHOHOho PriHIHihiME! ST-STOP! PlehEAHAHASE STOHOHOHOP!”

Foolish kicked and pulled but the vines had him held down now, from all limbs. He managed to peek open his eyes, scanning for his axe he dropped and saw it, just in time, to be swallowed by the sea of red and lost into the clump of vines.

The laughter was broken up by a helpless whine as Foolish saw his chance for escape disappear. The vines around his wrists tightened, and pulled his arms up, stretching him out as a vine on each side poked down his ribs.

“St-ohop! Stohohop! Stohohohohop!” Foolish voice squeaked higher and higher the lower the vines poked. The softness of the vines were like feathers but it was firm like fingers, digging in to each rib. Foolish panicked the further the vines went.

The vines spent time on each rib, making sure it was kneaded properly before moving down to the next one. Foolish couldn’t think what would happen when it ran out of ribs, because if the vines started on his sides, he had no chance of escape.

A list of possible escape plans formed in Foolish’s head while he could still think clearly. His axe was gone but he still had his sword in his inventory. If he could just reach it.

The vines around Foolish’s left arm weren’t as firm as the ones on his right. If he was fast enough, he could grab the sword from his inventory and swing down on a few of the vines. He had to hit enough  of them to be able to escape though.

The red tendrils tickled down to the middle of Foolish’s ribs now, spending a little more time on each ones like they were taunting him. Slowly going towards his sensitive sides.

Foolish panicked the vines were getting too close, and not wanting to risk another inch he quickly summoned his sword. The vines responded immediately, half in a panic and tightening their hold on Foolish’s arms and the other half tickled in faster and anywhere they could get. Every single one of his ribs were attacked. The vines tickling at his feet curled around them, using their soft sides to wiggle against his skin while the ends of their tendrils tickled up his calves. The ones to really kick in Foolish’s struggling was the vines wrapped around his waist wiggled and vibrated against his sides.

“FUHUHAHAHAHAH! NAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!

Any amount of composure was lost. Foolish fell on his side, his heels digging into the dirt and kicking up vines. Suddenly realising they had found a good spot, all the vines zeroed in on his sides. They stroked, poked and wiggled along the soft golden sides and Foolish howled.

Electricity surged through Foolish’s limbs, which turned in his favour. With the vines focusing on tickling his sides, his arms were free and his hand with the sword swung out, hitting the main clump of vines on the ground and cutting them.

Few vines went limp, the other tried to get for Foolish’s arms, but escape was in sight and Foolish hacked again and again. A red clump of vines fell away, showing the handle of his axe and he made a grab for it.

Duel wielding his axe and sword, Foolish swung. He swung until he felt the vines along his sides loosen, or stop tickling, then he stood up and kept swinging until the vines were in a thousand pieces.

Foolish stood in the mess of chopped vines, taking in deep gulps of air. His sides tingled and throat felt sore. The clump of vines coming from the ground were hacked into pieces and the ones weaving around the branches were limp and lifeless, some of them falling. Foolish shook off the ghostly tickles and took a moment to take in a deep breath and calm himself.

The forest felt far too quiet and Foolish kicked a few of the vines just to make some noise. He pulled down the vines from the trees, kicked all the vines together in a pile and burned them. He got the few of the smaller pieces he couldn’t get before and burned them too. He tried to dig around under the area to find more of the vines but there were none. Foolish was sure they came from underground but he tried searching for a good few minutes and found nothing.

Foolish had to convince himself that was fine. It had to be remnants of the Egg somehow, but if they weren’t deeply routed into the sever like before then there was nothing Foolish could do. He felt drained and was just thinking how he couldn’t wait to get back home and have a relaxing swim, when the red caught onto the corner of his eye.

Another red mass in the distance. The one he’d seen when he was standing at his build and it was in the horizon. Now, from the spruce forest, Foolish could see it rather close through the trees.

Leave it. Just leave it. It’s not your job. Just pretend you didn’t see it.

But Foolish couldn’t pretend, and he couldn’t leave it. Half way through talking himself out of it, he was already making his way towards the vines.

These vines lay by a pile of rocks out in a rather open area which was rather bold. Usually the Egg had hidden their cluster until they had more control and power, till there was too many to stop. The vines here were casually in a meadow, twisting around some rocks and thankfully not as big as the last cluster.

Foolish believed then this would be easier.

They’ll try tickle you again. He told himself. They’ll get you wrapped up again. But you know that so you’re smarter than that.

He immediately held his axe, ready to make the swing as he approached. Few of the vines were already moving, making slow slithering moves towards him. Foolish saw a good chunk which would kill off most of the vines with one hit and, as quietly as he could, he stepped around the moving vines.

There was a free spot without vines were Foolish could step into and swing down. He readied himself, taking in a breath to prepare to make a quick step in. The axe was halfway lifted and just as Foolish took in deep breath, lifting the axe above his head and rose his foot to step in, he was suddenly grabbed from behind.

A sneaking tendril whipped out and wrapped around Foolish’s waist. It quickly coiled around him three times before pulling him down.

“WHAT?! What thehe f-fffuhuhuhuck!”

The vines wasted no time, immediately massaging and kneading into Foolish’s sides. The axe fell from his grasp as he fell and just as Foolish pulled his head up to look for it, one of the red menaces wrapped around it and threw it far out of reach.

Foolish whined to the loss of his weapon instead of immediately brining out his sword. By the time he remembered his his wrists were wrapped tightly and arms pulled over his head again. He was dragged into the centre of the vines, where they all eagerly sprung to life. His limbs were cocooned and held down tight. His arms stretched up above his head pulling his sides taunt and the vines got to work.

The ones coiled around him shifted lower, still kneading and vibrating their soft fuzzy texture against Foolish’s skin but getting more of his hips with it, and other vines quickly swarmed in, poking, tasering and wiggling up and down the golden shark’s sides. Showing no mercy or hesitation.

The last thought whirling in Foolish’s mind was: They share a hive mind! Before all logical thoughts were pushed out, and his brain was flooded by It tickles! It tickles! It tickle it ticklesittcklesittickles!!!

The electricity coursing through his body was telling Foolish to struggle and fight and run, but the vines holding him down wouldn’t allow it, creating a mixture of panic and survival coursing through every cell in his body but it was fighting against the helpless knowledge that he could not move at all, so all the energy just fizzled and flowed through him making every nerve in his body hypersensitive.

Foolish had never felt this ticklish in his life. The vines must have made him more ticklish, because even the vines just lightly brushing along his sides and the bottom of his ribs were sending extensive shocks through him. He was sure he was babbling something, but even Foolish didn’t know what he was saying. It might have been pleading or just guttural shouts, anything to let out the build up of ticklishness that he couldn’t let out by struggling.

The vines had moved but Foolish could barely feel it. He only knew they had during the moments where he could open his eyes, either shocked open or when he tried to peek at what the vines were doing. They coiled and slowly engulfed Foolish more and more. Burying him under layers of the red tendrils.

A fleeting worry tried to find purchase in Foolish’s mind, but it hardly had time to settle. It felt like his entire body was being rewritten to be tickled, and even if he could have a moment of clarity to think, the vine slowly wrapped around his shoulder and tracing so lightly over his ear was too distracting to form any thought.

The whispering started up. It cut through the scrambled thoughts of Foolish’s mind. He couldn’t hear the words, he couldn’t even know if there were any words, but the whispers were soothing, making his body relax and giving the vines all the more access.

Foolish knew that whispering, though it had nearly been a year since he had heard it. It was the whispering that greeted him after he’d woken from death. It was the sickeningly comforting whispers that made his mind into mush, that made him listen to that Egg. But Foolish had the strength to push out those whispers then; he had no strength now.

Whenever he tried to focus enough on the whispers, the vine would tickle his ear or the ones around his side massaged in, drawing out more howls of laughter. A few of the vines ventured up, poking up and down Foolish’s ribs again. It was maddening trying to arch his back and pull on his arms, but nothing budged. He was trapped as the vines weaved more and more around him.

They were completely encasing him. Hiding him away as the whispers infected his mind.

“N-NOHOHOHOAHAHA! St-StohOHOHOhohop! Plehehehease!”

The vines paid no mind and the whispering increased. Louder and louder until he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. It wasn’t his voice speaking in his mind anymore.

You don’t need to escape. You’re safe here.

“Sh-SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Foolish screamed, but no matter how much he screamed or yelled, it was no use. The whispers in his mind were louder than his own laughter. The vines had completely encased him into a cocoon of red writhing tendrils, blocking out any of the outside world.

The only thing Foolish could see where the vines. He could only hear the whispers. His mind was slowly melting and he was in the middle of a random forest, where chances of being seen were slim.

Foolish was trapped and alone and the whispers were slowly turning from unsettling to honeyed sweet. A deep dreaded feeling of hopelessness overcame Foolish’s limbs, like being slowly lowered into ice water as the whispers became almost deafening.

He was lost.

The only thing to shake Foolish out of his own head was to realise the vines had stopped tickling. Not entirely but the tendrils wrapped around his waist had stopped and slackened completely. Then the ones holding his arms went loose too, and then the red wall in front of him was suddenly broken. A beam of sunlight streaming in as the tip of something sharp broke through the vines.

Half of the vines on Foolish had fallen dead, but the other half still moving were in a mix of trying to keep Foolish in their grasp but also jump out and deal with the intruder. It took longer than Foolish would have liked to admit to realise that there was someone else here. The only thing cementing the fact in his head was the sound of their voice.

“Get away you FUCKS!” The voice hissed. “Foolish! MOVE!”

The small opening in the vines were trying to close up, but the sharp edge that cut them came back again, making a wider slash. When it disappeared again it was replaced by a hand gripping onto the vines and forcing the opening wider. A hand with nails painted black, leading to a  white hoodie sleeve as the hand pushed in more.

The split was open enough to reveal Punz. His blue eyes were wide and wild, one hand holding his axe which was cutting away at any vines that tired to come close to him, the other hand out stretched to Foolish.

Sense and recognition flooded through Foolish’s entire body, shocking his nerves back to reality. His one arm that was freed was being slowly swallowed up by vines again, but Foolish pulled at it, using the vines split attention to break free of their hold and grab Punz’ hand.

Foolish felt himself be pulled up. Either Punz was stronger than Foolish assumed or the vines had turned really weak. His arm still held down gave a little resistance but with the combined pull of Foolish and Punz he was out and pulled from the vines cocoon.

Fresh air filled Foolish’s lungs and the soft grass was grounding beneath him. He was lain on the ground, with pieces of the vines spread out around him. Punz stood over the clump of vines, swinging around his axe at any that went to grab for him.

Foolish was suddenly filled with vigour, and determination for revenge. He had no time to look for his tossed axe and instead brought forward his sword as he stood up, and slashed at the vines around Punz while the blonde mercenary went for the main chuck of vines in the centre.

It took a few hacks, but eventually Punz cut through, and the vines trying to fight fell dead to the ground. Foolish lowered his sword.

Both men stood between the mess of red and mossy grass, panting. They looked over the vines before their eyes caught one another. Foolish felt his cheeks heat and shame shivered through his skin. To be caught by the vines in such a way was embarrassing enough, but having someone see it was another thing.

“You alright?” Punz asked with a last sigh and slump of his shoulders.

“Y-Yes… I’m fine.”

“It didn’t…” Punz left his words fall quiet but gave a gesture up to his own head, tapping the air at the side of his head.

“No! No! It… I mean I heard it but you got it before it could…get me.”

Punz’ shoulders slumped again, but this time in relief. His eyes took a softer look and he lowered his axe. A worrying thought crept up in Foolish’s head.

Was he going to kill me if I was possessed?

“What are you doing out here, in the middle of nowhere?” Punz’ question pulled Foolish from the dark thought.

The golden shark shook himself off before answering, standing up straight even though he felt a pain in his sides. “I was nearby… I-I took care of a few vines just over there,” he gave a lazy gesture in the direction, “I was working on a build and saw them. Saw these ones as well and thought I could handle them but…”

Punz nodded. They both knew what happened then.

“What about you?” Foolish asked. “Why are you here, in the middle of nowhere?”

“Hunting these things.” Punz kicked at some of the vines. “I found a couple of them in my tower. Thought they were dead, somehow left over since I purged them out, but they started moving when I tried to slice them. I didn’t take any chances and just burned them right away. When I realised more had probably popped up, I went around the sever searching for them, burning them before they got a chance to jump me.”

Foolish wanted to smack himself for being so stupid. Of course he could have just burned them right away. His flint and steel were heavy in his pocket, waiting to be used, but he didn’t think. Too caught up in trying to figure out how to avoid being tickled.

“I was coming to burn this one when I saw it move, and heard you laughing.”

Foolish’s face turned a brighter gold with his blush. “Y-Yeah…”

Punz gave a sympathetic look. “Hey about…don’t worry, man. I’ve had my run-ins with those things and I’ve gone through the same.”

That made Foolish feel a little better, though didn’t really help his blush. In the calm of the moment exhaustion came over him as the adrenaline left. His limbs felt heavy, his sides and ribs still tingled from the ghostly vines and his throat hurt from screaming in laughter.

His exhaustion must have shown as Punz said. “You can crash at my tower if you want. It’s close.”

“No…thank you.” Foolish shook his head. “No I just want to get home.”

“I’ll walk you.”

The two quickly collected up all the parts of the vines and set it ablaze, burning it to ash. Punz stayed by Foolish’s side through the walk, striking up conversation which Foolish was thankful for even if he couldn’t offer much conversation back. It was bad enough having to be walked home, like he couldn’t be trusted to make it back safely, but at least it wasn’t a walk in silence.

They came by the desert and eventually came to the edge of Foolish’s summer home where they departed. Punz, awkwardly, tried to offer support. He said if Foolish wanted to talk about what happened, he would listen and Foolish thanked him for the offer he was probably not going to take.

Foolish didn’t bother to check if Punz had actually left, he just went straight into his home. The large pool in the centre of his bedroom glistened with clear blue water and Foolish immediately slipped in, sighing in content relief as he sank underwater.

The tingling on his skin finally subsided and the scratching of his throat eased. The water couldn’t do anything for his memory though and even as he floated by in bliss, every once in a while he’d reach for his side or rub his ribs to chase away the ghostly tickles.

He vowed he’d be more careful if he saw the vines again. He wouldn’t take any chances and he’d burn it outright. But Foolish was reminded that the vines were all connected. They learned from one another and even if Foolish was quick nine out of ten times, it would be that one slip up that would seal his doom.

Foolish shuddered at the thought, and broke through the surface of the water.

[phlurrii]

Theory for Noes atrocity in Dialgas eyes, I'm assuming it's specifically time based because I can't see Dialgas caring too much about anything else and while showing up early probably ticked him off a bit I'm thinking for the actual crime it might be related to that betrayal from humans

My thinking is Noe in an absolute fury after making sure Meau was somewhere safe just grabbed the leader of the village/ring leader of what happened and is like "You want to see what you could've had?!" and proceeds to drag them through into the future (assuming Noe can time jump if not pft this falls apart regardless) and drops them at the feet of the ruined village overgrown by vines structures reduced to rubble as Noe glares down at them hatefully " Your lineage does not grow strong, your town is forgotten your people forgotten your existence GONE, the only creatures that will recall you are us and we will hold you in distain. Your betrayal has brought you nothing." cause oh you wanted to control Meau for yourself? To make yourself great? Did you think it would bring your civilisation further growth? You are incorrect you have doomed everything you loved to die here, the only thing that will see this place is the wind. And Noe just, leaves them there. To be trapped in a future they can't survive in to die in a future with nothing and no one because Noe is just angry and hateful to them rn making them see it was for nothing worse than nothing it ruined everything and having them stay there and Dialga was absolutely furious because it's ONE thing to take someone from the past to the future and give them an existential world view destruction and crisis it is ANOTHER to leave them there to die this breaks all kinds of rules and could cause so so SO many issues if that human breaks containment and is found by modern people it could get messy quickly. So Dialga is furious over Noe very much violating rules of time in a fit of rage. (while loudly ignoring Ingo in Hisui)

I'll admit this one did get away from me a bit XD more fanfic than theory but hey hope you enjoy

Oooo~ Actually, credit where credits due, you got a lot right actually! As we get closer to the arc, I’ll be a bit looser lipped since the main reveal is pretty early one, the rest is just well deserved answers in a visual format X3

For starters, Missingno. does make sure Meau has a place to rest before going back to the village, of which, we’ve actually already seen this village. It holds a lot of significance to both Meau and Noe due to what happened there and what it did for their relationship as a whole.

As for what Missingno. did when he arrived back at the village, he didn’t bother attempting to communicate with them. As Meau tried and failed to do so, he simply did what he thought was best and moved on. What he did there did not anger Dialga, nor was the atrocity that did anger Dialga.

Mind you, you’re correct in what happens to that village because of what they did to Meau. Their lineage does not grow strong, they do not prosper, and they are forgotten by all except Meau and Noe, who do not remember them fondly.

But there was not time shenanigans with the village, though I LOVED this lil theory!!! Very, very enjoyable X3

[marshmallowprotection]

Here I am, one of the many players who for years believed GE Saeran jumped from the window with MC to rescue them. You had already talked about this and your explanation makes the situation make more sense (although I thought that was epic about jumping haha, although on second thought, we were more likely to break our legs if there wasn't something safe to break our fall).

Maybe the answer is obvious.... But I also have the same doubt with Suit Saeran when he comes to apologize to MC. I don't remember hearing the door open or if Suit made any noise.... Which makes me wonder where he entered and left the room? Through the door? Haha, I'm telling you I always think of Suit climbing up the building to get to our bedroom window and then going out that way to come down again xD (I dunno, it's just that Saeran Choi and windows seem very related to me for some reason..... The hacker breaks windows lol).

I hate to break it to you but he didn't break through the window.

This is proven by the outgoing phone call where the two of you work together to find a way out of there. He actually leaves you in a supply closet before he goes back out with the camera so the two of you can get out of there without anybody being the wiser of the path you took. But, I'm certain you know that since you already read the post about it, haha.

I think some people get confused because of the light shattering. It is just a light that shatters, nothing else. The two of you could not have jumped out of the window to that room because it is not on the first floor and it would do more harm than good to do that.

I would advise not jumping in or out of a window but this character is prone to always suggesting that and I love him for it, but he is steadily making me lose hair every time he says he can jump through a window.

Suit Saeran came through the door! But, you're right, it would be funny if he tried to come in through the window. He does stand in front of the window when he apologizes so I'm going to say if you want to imagine him climbing up the building through vines or what have you, I'm not going to stop you because there's nothing that says you're wrong.

If that makes you laugh and feel good, then by all means, imagine it that way. You know, it probably makes him feel like the hero in a fairy tale which is something he wants.

[rannadylin]

Welcome to Wendelind's!

So I splurged and bought a Lyndelby house on LOTRO...and I ended up getting the Stately Deluxe because I was just kind of non-committally visiting the neighborhood and thinking about eventually getting one for Wendelind, my River Hobbit, until I saw the secret underground waterfalls in the basement of that one and then it was a NOW! BUY NOW! MUST HAVE INDOOR FISHING! situation... :-D

I've been decorating it for the past week (goodness that takes a while, even with all the housing decorations saved up in my storage it took a concerted effort of parking alts at the housing furnishers in the various regions to ship Wendy the floor tiles and wall paints and things that she needed...) and it's about ready for visitors! So...Welcome to Wendy's! (I feel like I need to insert a 🍔 here for...some reason... XD)

Lots of (lovely!) pics are going behind the cut, click to take the full tour of 2 Glenmouth Path, Lywel, Lyndelby Homesteads on Evernight. :-D

A convenient place for visitors to hitch their steeds, featuring Lennidhren's Rivendell horse on the left, Cerphedis' Sporting Steed on the right, a couple others that just looked cool in between, and Corbous' Mathom pony snacking on the hay.

Statues lining the path to the house. Not sure if I'll keep them there; the elf statues seem a little out of place in Lyndelby, but I had them from an expansion pack and hadn't found anywhere else to put them yet so we're trying them at Wendy's.

In the decorating process I found out that you can take pet skills! And make them into housing decorations! Either with mithril coins or with a pet harness from the Curator, and WHAT LUCK! The Curator was in town. So Willem Whiskers and his cub are visiting, and frolicking near Wendy's grape vines. Wendelind, who, as a River Hobbit, is currently questing in Cardolan, doesn't even know who Bingo Boffin is; so I suppose the lynx friends came to visit with Lennidhren!

She may be tall for a Hobbit, but it's still hard for this wee lady to see over the grapevines, so she has a very out-of-place Arnorian dais and bench to give her a slightly better view of the gorgeous landscape beyond her yard.

Just inside the house, she has a cozy reading room with a window seat, stack of well-loved books, and raspberries! The window seats were the second selling-point of this house, other than the waterfalls. Window seats, Waterfalls, and Wendelind. It must be the alliteration.

Candaith is another NPC that Wendy hasn't even met yet; nevertheless her house features a small Grey Company shrine. Gotta plan ahead for when she gets to those levels, after all!

The dining room is almost ready for visitors! Lunch is currently roasting on the fire pit. Tallfolk visiting will fit better at this table than Wendy does, though...

A couple of bedrooms! I think the first is the master bedroom and the second is the guest bedroom...

This little closet...might be haunted?

Some mementos of...places Wendy hasn't even been to yet. XD I suppose Lennidhren may have set up this room!

And last but very far from least is the underground waterfall swimming/fishing room!

Thank you for joining us on this tour of Wendelind's Wee Warren. Dinner is at 1, but if you are early enough for second breakfast...wait, this isn't the Shire. Do they have second breakfast in Lyndelby? Well, if they don't, Corbous probably (enthusiastically) introduced her to the tradition anyway!

[prototypelq]

I needed some self-therapy this month, and my chosen method has been a monster-hunter genre game, cause I've been severely missing it for the last two years at the very least. This time, I've decided to bite the bullet and give Monster Hunter World a try, despite my very picky and allergic reaction to most of eastern titles, cause I had the feeling I could stomach some of my frustrations with the incentive of monster-hunting, and I was not wrong. (though some things still greatly frustrate me)

Here be my impressions of the first 10 or so, hours into the game (strictly solo experience for Reasons):

The weapon variety is honestly overwhelming for a newcomer to the series, but the katana, bow and insect glaive have definitely caught my attention. Their movesets are a joy to fight with, the glaive especially, plus you get a bug buddy))) and insane mobility options, what's not to love about it. From experience, I can guess that the chargeblade would also bring me much joy to fight with, but that is a weapon for more skilled players, I can see myself trying to check it out later.

(I think this gameplay is mh rise and not world, but all of these moves for the glaive still exist in world)

I can finally see why the fans were talking so much about ecology. Just watching videos is not enough to really show it, but you feel all the little things when you play the actual game. Before playing, I was thinking that 'dino-dragons that breathe fire do not exactly fit your standard ecology', that people just didn't know much of actual ecology to speak like that and at best, they meant that the monster design was influenced by irl animals. However, I understood what those fans meant when I saw that Anjanath, whoose pink and bald skin greatly resemble a vulture, mostly just patrols around and steals food from other monsters.

(watch me hang on for my life when he came around xD)

Pukei, the horrible trashchild that I grew to adore, is quite nimble and agile to fit through the dense forest canopy, which it HAS to do, as there are bits of the jungle where the hunters have to force themselves through tight vines, a dragon of larger size has to be flexible. The chameleon and gecko inspiration is very strong in this little bastard, and it fits perfectly into the jungle, where it resides. Also, the game doesn't have to explain to you that this guy changes the colour of his feathers when aggressive, and it works not just on a gamedesign level, but on the creature-design level too.

Barroth (?I think?) lead me to a large mud pit, in the lowest part of the map, down the riverbed, which, is, y'know, Logical, as water flows down the slopes. It fits so perfectly into that zone, it was clearly the monster's lair or favourite spot, as that monster has a few mud-related attacks and an armour buff.

These little things really ground the weird dino/dragon whacky designs and make the whole world really vibrant and come together wonderfully, they also make the that ecology aspect really shine. You don't normally see this attention to ecological detail in games, and it is clear that a lot of care went into making them.

(btw the binoculars are great, they also work as intended, because the colours of this game, while muted a bit, still are very distinct and bright, unlike otheR games that haD binoculaRs in them)

So yeah, I've been enjoying exploration and the world of this game a lot. On that note,

look at this toad. he is perfect. he deserves the world. I am very happy you can keep little guys in your tent (it's also the only reason to visit said tent)

I also really love that you can make your cat into a literal little gremlin. I adore him now, he too is perfect.

Now for the things that frustrated me.

Controls. The inability to remap inputs and clutch claw controls are atrocious. Apparently the game has walrunning, but I have no idea how to distinguish which surfaces it works on and which it doesn't. No manual jumping is very confusing at times, there are a few very specific places that I'm sure I should be able to climb, but the jump is automated and it didn't work, which just leaves me shrugging. That said, vine swinging is cool.

There are far too many menus with very overwhelming rpg stats, it's very hard to make sense or reason of any of them.

For the amount of tutorials the game just keeps Bombarding you with, which is annoying as hell, the weapon&armour upgrade and progression system is not explained at all. The upgrades seem to unlock at finding specific materials, but not All of them. This makes me feel like some weapons have better viability for new players, because they can be upgraded with materials from early monsters, and my go-to weapons apparently don't fit into that category, though I can't be certain of this. There are no perk explanations, so I gotta guess which perks are more useful and which aren't, though I'm not that far into the building anyway, so for a beginner it's not a big problem.

These are just inconveniences the new player has to deal with, but they are not gamebreaking in any way. The ten hours I've spent with the game have been very enjoyable, and I'd love to play more of it.

[zoeykallus]

Got two requests (one sfw, one nsfw), but I'll send the separately.

First one (sfw):

S/O has a memory foam mattress or topper (for medical reasons or because it's comfy), and their Bad Batch boy (and anyone you'd like to include) sleeps in it for the first time.

Would they enjoy it? Do they struggle with it because it's so different? Or do they just sink in, completely in comfortable bliss? How would their first night on one end up? And if they need to adapt, how are the nights after?

(Also, Wrecker would def be like in that one vine where he puts his hand on the memory foam and go "it remembers me")

Whaaaat? Okay that's... that's... interesting I guess XD Let me give it a try :D

The Bad Batch x Reader - Memory Foam Mattress Madness

Hunter

He isn't very impressed when you come up with the idea.

"Do we really need such nonsense?"

He thinks it's some overpriced thing no one really needs but so far he hadn't actually tried it yet. It needs some sweet talking from you to make him give in and give it a try, but not without letting you know that he thinks it's nonsense.

But as soon as he slept on it a night or two, he feels pretty comfy with this new thing and loves to cuddle up with you on it.

"Not so bad after all, is it?", you ask him teasing.

He mumbles softly, "Yeah, yeah, Mesh'la, you were right, of course" kissing your cheek.

Echo

He is open to the idea, a little skeptical, but still open-minded, but only because it was your suggestion. If someone else suggested this type of mattress, he probably wouldn't go for it.

"As long as there's enough room to cuddle, I'm fine," he says with one of his sweet, warm smiles reserved just for you.

He'll actually put some thought into it, trying to finde the right one with you. He is patient as you look around and try them out.

Echo happily wraps his arms around you as you try the mattress at home for the first time.

"I think this was a good idea, we really needed some comfort", he says and kisses your forhead.

Wrecker

He is curious and will look at it with you. Wrecker quickly catches fire for the idea, not only because it is yours, but also because he is a cuddly bear and a cozy cuddle corner is a must for him.

"Let's buy a mountain of pillows to go with it".

Of course you like the idea, what could be better than cuddling with your big bear?

At home when the mattress is in place, he strokes the surface and says enthusiastically, "It remembers me"

Somewhere from the background snarles Crosshair: "Every mattress remembers your fat ass".

"Shut up! You're just jealous, beanpole"

You smile at him.

From the background you hear Crosshair again, "If I hear any naughty noises coming from your corner tonight, I'm going to get the water hose"

Tech

You will almost regret that you made the suggestion. Tech likes the idea, but he's overly picky about the selection.

"The density and hardness have to be right."

He tries out a thousand mattresses and every time he finds something wrong with them. You are in the store almost all day, even the salesman has had enough of you by now, but Tech doesn't let himself be distracted. If he's going to do this, he's going to do it right.

At a certain point you are so tired that you almost fall asleep on one of the sample beds when he finally exclaims: "This is the one, this is the one!

Once you've paid and are on your way back, you can't get back home fast enough for fear he might want to go back and try something else.

"This is going to be a very comfortable bed," he says with conviction.

"I certainly hope so"

Crosshair

He looks at you as if he has to think about whether you are still completely sane.

"Memory foam mattress?" he asks.

You nod with a hopeful smile and he rolls his eyes, sighing.

"You're doing it again, that smile you always use to soften me up".

"Is it working?"

He sighs again.

"Come on before I change my mind".

When the mattress is finally there, he enjoys it too, though he won't really admit that.

"it's good isn't it?"

"Sure, as long as you like it and we don't have to go out again to get a new mattress"

"I think it's great"

"Awesome" he says dryly, grumbling softly as you kiss his chin, but his arms close around you a little tighter.

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[blackjackkent]

Continuing explorations through the sewer, really hoping to find Minsc one of these freaking days, and we still haven't found him, BUT LOOK WHO WE DID FIND!

Our vine-touched tiefling adoptee, surrounded by a bunch of dead bodies.

I'm getting Sandal vibes. ENCHANTMENT.

Hector and Karlach (who definitely were feeling a smidge parental towards Arabella by the end of the shadowlands) are glad to see she's not dead. But also, girl, what are you doing down here? O.O

Narrator: Arabella seems not to notice you as you approach. She's as intent on examining a peculiar stone as she is unbothered by the corpses littered on the ground.

Even the narrator sounds a bit bewildered by the situation.

"Arabella?" Shadowheart asks with concern. (OK maybe the whole team was feeling parental towards Arabella. XD )

The girl turns around slowly, then grins up calmly at them. "Hey! I had a feeling you'd show up. It's sort of our thing. Like it's fate or something."

She sounds utterly unphased by the situation. Despite it having been only a month or so since she left their company, she seems much older - her bearing steadier, her grim calm and collected - almost to an unsettling degree.

"Check out the stone," she goes on, jerking her head to indicate the object she was examining. "It's magic. Incredible, right?"

Hector blinks and looks past her, curious in spite of himself.

[ARCANA] Study the stone.

Narrator: You are flooded with memories of the distant past. Creatures slain, lovers reunited, spells crackling through the air. The stone holds records of all who have passed by it. Arabella is collecting them; it's as natural as breathing to her.

Hector's head snaps back and his eyes widen. What...? The vine-entangling magic Arabella displayed in the shadowlands was intense enough for a ten-year-old to bear, but this...

What is this? And how did this happen at all, for surely these powers did not come from the Idol of Silvanus, no matter what Arabella claimed. And what is she being driven to do?

"You're right..." he says shakily. "That stone is incredible. I saw past events as if I'd been there myself..."

"And I've only scratched the surface!" Arabella says eagerly. "I want to know *everything*." Her eyes widen; her fingers twitch at her sides with unspent energy. "Bone Man was right. The Weave will take care of me. I just need to listen."

Hector frowns. He doesn't understand what's going on here, and that makes him very uncomfortable. "There are corpses everywhere," he says, deliberately making his tone as firm as possible to hide his confusion. "What happened?"

"Bandits," she says matter-of-factly. "Came at me with daggers." Her eyes narrow and her face screws up in tight anger. "They didn't know who they were messing with."

"Have you been on your own this whole time?" he asks, his frown deepening.

"Yes," she says promptly. "And I like it that way. Bone Man told me to follow the Weave, to let it guide me. I've learned a lot, thanks to him. And I'm still learning."

She draws back a step, crosses her arms. "Don't worry about me. I'll be just fine. I'll see you soon enough. Bone Man said so."

And with that... she turns away, resumes her intent study of the stone, and proceeds to seemingly forget all about his presence.

Strange... Hector looks at the others, who all give him equally puzzled shrugs. None of them know what to make of this. Hector sighs. He's going to have to try to talk to Withers again about this whole situation, and he has no doubt of how well that will go.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Oh god... Oh God Slashing, my man, I just got this thought and I NEED to put this here while it's still fresh in my mind.

Ok so you and I both write Wheezy being handsome, yeah? Especially when he cleans himself up and looks like a cologne commercial without trying?

What if Wheezy was like the groups Harper and Smartass would be Buckman pimping him out? Yeah, Greasy is already throwing himself at women, though it's safe to assume that that doesn't make women swoon XD so if for whatever reason, the group needed to seduce somebody, Smarty knows he's gotta send in Wheezy. Oh I imagine Greasy would be miffed XDD

Your thoughts?

Omg! I'm imagining that scene in Atlantis where the team is trynna 'decide' who should go schmooze Kida and Mole (Greasy) keeps popping up like 'I will do it!', 'I am your man!', 'For the good of the team, I will do it!', until Rourke (Smartass) smacks Milo (Wheezy), who could not care less, on the shoulder and goes 'Thanks for volunteering', causing Mole Greasy to start sobbing XDDD

Anyway- I love this. Here's a

Wheezy Weasel x Fem! Reader x Greasy Weasel || Drabble

Plot: Wheezy is instructed to charm Y/N, the recently ex girlfriend of a powerful Mafia toon in town that they have had some trouble with for years, and get information out of her (Like where has he run off to?)- except Greasy has a huge Thing for Y/N and he's very insulted that he wasn't given this job, and now Wheezy has to deal with Manipulative Pervert antics.

Warnings: Greasy bring Oppertunistic (Seeing Y/N's heartbroken drunkenness as an In), and just like... being himself. Also I'm not sure if this is coherent 😅

Greasy Weasel's POV

"Alright, Wheez- "As soon as Smartass glances at the smoker he does a double take, scowling. And I dont blame him, el fumador looks like a disgraceful mess- but what else is knew really?? I roll my eyes, crossing my arms. "Fucken hell, Wheezy. Brush your hair. You're up." Here I set my jaw and repress the angry words I want to spit at them both- why does he get to have all if the fun??? I am right here-

Wheezy heaves the heaviest sigh known to man kind, like an absolute drama queen, smoke slipping out of his mouth, nostrils, and his eyeballs. Honestly you'd think that if smoke started to leak out of your eyeballs you may cut back, but no... and this is the man that the Boss thinks can charm the women. Tch. Imbéciles estúpidos. "Boss, really?... "

"Yeah, really. I'm not talking for my own amusement, am I??? Heck no. Wash your face." It is going to take more then that to make el fumador a member of society, but okay-

"I was really hopin' to like... take a back seat, on this one... "

I cant help the annoyed huff, I make at this. The boss gives me a dangerous side eye and Wheezy looks unsurely at me, as if he is some kind of victim in all this, but I refuse to look at either of them; Just merely whistle and look off to our other two comrads picking at something squishy in the gutter.

Smartass rolls his eyes at me, then returns his attention to Wheezy, his eyes hard and mean. "Wheezy. There is a pathetic, heartbroken woman in there," He points at the bar we're parked next to, where Y/N is, "with information, gettin' drunk- Get your lazy flat ass in there."

Smartass' beautiful description of her almost gets me hard (she's so vulnerable right now- if I could just get close to her- speak to her- aghhhh!) but while I'm standing stiff trying to calm myself down- Wheezy actually groans (Where I can hear him!) and hunches his shoulders (Where I can clearly see him!), before slinking in.

Grrrrrrr, this ungrateful, undeserving, selfish- "And, now, we play the waitin' game. Greasy, go down the road and get us some snacks, will ya?" Smarty suddenly thrusts a few bills in my hands. Qué? Do I look like your server?? "I'm gonna take a nap in the van. And dont forget the red vines this time, will ya?"

With that, the boss slinks into the back of our dodge and slams the doors shut behind him. I make a face after him for a few moments, insulted by his usual brash manner, before... an idea, occurs to me.

As Stupid and Psycho continue to play with gutter garbage nearby, I compose a plan.

Heheh. I can be back before Smartass wakes up.

~

Ahhhh, there's the bastard.

As soon as I walk in, I spot them. Y/N's hunched on her elbows by the bar, her eyes wide with delicious, innocent, vulnerable intrigue as Wheezy (A.K.A the bastard) talks to her.

I taste something terrible watching them, because admittedly el fumador is rather charming when he tries to be (And sometimes when he isn't. I think it has something to do with how relaxed~ he seems to be, all the time. I could never be like that, not even if I, too, smoked 17 packs an hour- ) and he does have nice eyes,.. but goddamnit, that old man is going down. I can do this.

I would say I'm apologetic for what I must do- but I am not.

"Y/N!" Her body jumps when I appear on her other side, turning around to look at me with pretty rounded eyes; A definite haze of intoxication behind them. A smirk slithers across my face looking down at her. "Funny to see you here!- I had no idea. And- with el fumador!.. of all people... How nice. Mind if I join you?"

Wheezy gives me a raised-eyebrow look from Y/N's other side, but I ignore him! ^^ "Grease, what're you doin'?"

My attention is only for Y/N- pathetic, pregnable, easy Y/N. She glances at Wheezy, before settling her attention on me again. "Um- sure! What are- what are you doing here?"

"Ohh, nothing much~ Gracias for allowing me to crash your night, hermosa. Very sweet of you."

Nervously, she gives a faint smile; Shrugging. "Ohh, its n- nothing... I wasn't doing much... " Oh, the adorable, heartbroken thing she is. She doesn't know we are perfectly aware of her break up from that dumb asshole she's been with, today. Or that we kind of caused it. Afterall, he didnt leave town for no reason... Of course she doesn't- I should play this subtly.

"Mmm... and where is your boyfriend, Y/N? Surely he wouldn't leave you alone in a bar looking so beautiful~... Unsavoury types may approach." At this, I do finally look at Wheezy, and he gives me a very unamused look in return. Oh, he has no sense of humour-

"More unsavoury than you?" Y/N suddenly snaps, eyes flashing knowingly at mean- oh. She's more clever than I thought. Okay. I see.

"... can I buy you another drink, Hermosa?" She's not nearly drunk enough.

"Greasy." Wheezy warns, again. But Y/N takes a deep breath and nods, and then he's looking surprised at her. "Are you sure, about that?"

She shrugs back at him as I order her another of what she was drinking. "... yeah. I um- Brick broke up with me, today. I could use a few hundred... thousand, drinks."

Aww... pathetic little thing. Just perfect. Wheezy catches me smirking as I finger through the bills Smartass gave me for red vines, having heard that delicious admition, and gives a sigh; Rolling his eyes.

"Sorry to hear that... " He lies, because he knew very well what happened with Brick today, just like I did. Looking tired as ever, though especially by me right now (I'd know that tone in his broken voice anywhere. That tone is alllllll my fault. And I'm honoured), Wheezy gestures to the bartender fetching me Y/N's drink. "I could use a drink, too."

"Don't worry Y/N," I nudge her with my elbow, settling in close to her, and give a wink. "I will be the designated driver for us. Feel free to drink all the booze you like~ "

Wheezy taps the bar. "Make that two, will ya? 'Nd put it on his tab."

~

2 hours later, Y/N's completely drunk and Wheezy may have dragged her bar stool ever-so-subtly further from me and closer to him, but I am the one with all of her attention. I have her exactly~ where I want her.

I just need to get rid of el fumador, somehow, then-

"YOU," That voice is unmistakably familiar, and I immediately go stiff as a plank. "GODDAMN MORONS."

Oh, infierno. This is not good.

Y/N's eyebrow raises, turning in her seat and almost slipping off of it- if it weren't for Wheezy jumping forward and steadying her. I'm busy stringing a good excuse together in my head... but nothing is coming to me... "Is that Smartass?"

"Yep, looks like the jigs up," Wheezy tells her, turning to me meaningfully. He knows she won't remember anything he says, now. "Eh, Greasy?"

I dont say a word, avoiding his eye. I'm still desperately raking my brain for a good excuse-

"The- the jig?? What- "

They sell red vines in here?? I just stepped in to go to the bathroom?? I needed a glass of water?? No, no, no-

"Eh, don't worry about it doll. How about we get you a cab and send ya home? Where are yer shoes?"

By the time Smartass reaches us Wheezy has helped Y/N to get herself together (His arm around her waist to keep her from tripping and her shoes in his other hand), my chances with her tonight are successfully diminished, he's ready to take her to the door, and I've still got nothing. Smartass looks sharply at him, and he gives a solemn shake of his head. "I got nothin' after all that. Talk to lover boy."

As Wheezy takes Y/N away, Smartass slowly does turn to 'lover boy', me; A very violent look in his eyes, and I hold up a finger. As if to 'pause' him.

... Absolutely no excuse has come to mind. My head is completely blank. Smooth, in fact, like a leaf. And that look in the bosses eye is making my bladder feel weak. "... I plead the fifth- "

"YOU PLEA- You're gonna plead for the use of your legs back when I'm done with ya!! Get in the van. Get- Go- I'm not gonna tell ya twice!"