#he NEEDS his squirrel creators do you get that

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

?????

so i was looking at the NATM2 poster because why not and i just realized:

they got Jedediah on a horse, which, okay, cool, love that for him, but then they have Octavius just standing really... stiffly? without his then-new canonical pet squirrel? and now i'm wondering why they gave Jedediah his horse but not Octavius his beloved pet squirrel.

Give Octavius his god damn squirrel.

[self-awared]

The Anemo Archon

Genshin SAGAU Imposter Au!

Part 1 <— You are here! Part 2

Trigger warnings: Violence, not proof-read, not well written

Everything hurt.

Your whole body was on fire from running, from being stabbed, from tripping... If there was something that could hurt you, it did.

—

You had no idea why people stared at you with hatred as you entered the city of freedom. You were the Creator, after all.

It wasn't until you were jumped by the Knights of Favonius that you realized what was happening. They screamed at you, calling you an imposter that dared to steal their Creator's face.

You barely escaped with your life.

—

"The wind? What about it?" You spoke curiously as you held a small wind spirit in your hand. Istaroth had named it Barbatos. It had the ability to talk, and had a mind of its own. It had also become quite close to you as you made and molded Teyvat.

"Whenever you're hurt, follow the wind! I'll help you!" The spirit's glee brought a smile to your face.

"Will you, now? Who says I need protecting?" You responded, teasing the small and adorable creature.

"Me! I do! And the wind!" Barbatos's childish nature was nothing new to you. It was always refreshing to hear their giggles and watch them fly around you as you took a break from exploring your creation.

"Very well. The great Barbatos shall be my protector until the end of time!"

—

The memory brought a small smile to your face as you rested in the den of a cave, a squirrel huddled in your lap, a bird perched on your shoulder, and a snake around your neck like a scarf.

You had felt the wind comforting you as you ran from your attackers. The wind blowed past your face and almost pushed you forward, as if trying to get you to run faster before an arrow struck your shoulder.

You had managed to get away from your attackers, deciding to take the advice of an old friend and follow the wind. It led you to a deep cave, one that would provide you with shelter. The animals brought you food. Squirrels brought acorns, rabbits brought leaves and carrots, birds brought worms, snakes brought dead animals... The worms did creep you out though.

You ran a finger over the squirrel's fur, finding comfort in the feeling of something so soft after going through something so harsh. The peace was interrupted by a soft whisper in your ear, making you jump and scaring the animals.

"Seems like you do need the wind's protection after all!"

You were flooded with relief upon hearing the familiar voice of Barbatos, before panicking at the thought that he might believe that you were an imposter.

"Barbatos... You... Do you believe it's me?" Your hands were shaking just as bad as your breathing. It terrified you at the thought of having to flee from a beloved friend—

"Of course not, Your Grace! The wind never lies! And it's certainly not lying about the fact that your attempts at bandaging are quite poor." Barbatos teased as he sat next to you.

"May I?" Barbatos reached out to you, a hand hovering over the makeshift bandage over your shoulder.

You nodded ever so slightly, internally sighing at his normal playful nature.

As Barbatos tended to your numerous wounds—mainly the one on your shoulder—you couldn't help but notice that he looked different from what you remembered.

"Did you get a change of style?" Curiosity plagued your voice.

"I took the form of a friend." Barbatos's smile became rather dim as he spoke softly.

"Oh... I see." You paused. "What happened while I was away...?" You were reluctant in asking, as if afraid of the answer.

"Well, Your Grace... Someone claimed to be you. They fit the description told in the tales, and even the one I remember you looking like. Everyone believed them, and I'm no longer as strong as I used to be." He spoke softly, in a quiet tone, weary of any passersby, even though you were in the depths of a cave.

"So, I played along. I'm trying my best to find out how to get rid of them, I swear on my life, Your Grace." His smile was comforting as he finished tending to your injuries.

"And what should I do?"

[pictuajjx]

Hi! Here’s what I caught so far in the game. Unfortunately I don’t have any clips or screenshots because my computer is pooey. Warning, this is very long! Then my next post will have my theories and analysis pookies ❤️

In the beginning, it shows clips of the protagonist’s set up. A magazine appears with the headline of Indigo Park shuts down

There’s two graffiti outside of the park, one has wings the other says nostalgia so mostly likely other trespassers like our protagonist has came through

Rambley is always watching you through the cameras or the tv screen

Gear conveniently falls down when he asks us to find it

He hasn’t seen a visitor for at least 8 years 

There is no signs of Salem anywhere besides in Rambley’s ride (now ruined) and their keychain in the merchandise store 

speaking of the merchandise store, the hole up the ceiling looks like somebody is building up to reach there. 🤨 maybe it correlates to the gear conveniently falling

The creators head statue follows us

Something collapsed behind us when we went inside the tunnel going to Rambley’s ride

Inside the tunnel, all picture frames are up beside one. Is it Lloyd’s or Salem’s?

THERES A PICTURE OF LLOYD AND RAMBLEY SHAKING HANDS but Rambley starts glitching

Mollie Macaw is stalking us

After mollie macaws scene of the train ride one of the birds are down

She says something after the lights go off in Finley’s scene

Salem’s cut out is cut in half and is ruined

Mollie’s animatronic says “Not Rambley, he hurts Lloyd” maybe she’s copying what a staff said and therefore that’s why Rambley is not allowed backstage

Inside the backstage of Rambley’s ride when we fix it, there’s a graffiti saying “Lloyds limos” or something behind Finley’s animatronic

HOLY SHIT MOLLIE MACAW LITERALLY SNEAKS UP BEHIND YOU IN THE CURTAINS AROUND LLOYD’s SCENE???

Mollie macaw is shown chasing on the rail road track

The statue of Rambley eyes looks like a fan?

There’s food on the floor that looks like bait inside the cafe

Rambley’s eyes have a loading circle when he plays something (like the advertisement and audio recording)

Mollie plush (Important) mollie meet and greet in jet steam junction was around summer (maybe June) maybe they were meeting the flesh mascot

Lloyd plush according to the protagonist, felt like he was used a lot more

Indigo park would send items to people’s houses advertisements and dvds?

One curtain is torn at the theatre

Rambley says he doesn’t have access to the backstage, but for some reason the cameras still follows us? Maybe it’s because there’s no tv screen and it’s only the camera

Files are dropped backstage

There is a Lloyd statue in the backstage 

A loud screech sound is played when you use your critter cuff on Lloyd

There’s a secret area in the arcade game, Mollie is trapped inside a cage

I think squirrels are making love in the background. LMAOOO

Starts to glitch a little when Salem appears

Starts to glitch after we beat the game

Rambleberry popped out of the arcade machine. Rambley is fully aware of it and says maybe one day he can jump out to take a bite?

Mollie drools and bleeds out in the slide

She takes a bite out of us when we get caught

Rambley stops talking about the Mascots? (Scene after Mollie chases us and gets decapitated, he starts talking about less staffs and less visitors)

Mollie says something while chasing us

Rambley claims that he can’t do certain things and needs human authorization?? 🤨

Mollie is now dead lol

Rambley talks about the registration after this scene, and saying it’s exhausting to say?

He also try’s out the trademark which according to him, expired yesterday

Royal ranglers room closed on us by Rambley, says it’s only for them and tells us maybe we can grow big and strong to enter. What’s behind there? Why can’t he upgrade us now if we’re helping him?

When we enter the ranglers room, it shows camera footage of everywhere

Rambley head has a footage of two employees talking, asking if the flesh mascots will put them out of business. According to the protagonist they retired these. Rambley says he’s never seen anybody wear them before

Poodle plush, what is its significance? Rambley’s pretty mean about it. He starts glitching when he mentions a non-brand indigo park toy?

Retro Lloyd plush according to the protagonist there was a cartoon of indigo park. Rambley starts to be mad about it, or maybe sarcastic? He also seems to glitch every time he expresses extreme emotions

During his song, Rambley expresses his feelings and hope? He also plead with you to stay with him (what’s up with ai’s and their abandonment issues? Not complaining 🔥)

that’s all I have!! Thanks for reading hehe :P

[ow-anteater]

For the spotify wrapped. . . let's try #14 and Ramattra

(I need to see you write Ramattra like I need air. You're gonna do such a good job with him I can feel it in my bones)

Ngl this is mainly just me waxing poetically and trying to find A Voice for Ramattra ... all to the (very loose) tune of #14 Bitter Water by The Oh Hellos

I am not a fool entire, no, I know what is coming / You'll bury me beneath the tree I climbed when I was a child

He wakes up to hoar frost and for a second he is back at the monastery. The air is icy cold and still - the whole world holding its breath just for him.

He hasn’t graced the place with his presence for years now, and yet it has gotten him good. Sometimes he can almost feel it, beneath layers of plate and wiry blood. And beneath even that, the rage that birthed him. He wonders what Mondatta would think if he knew that itch hadn’t been worked out of him.

He is alone for the first time in a long time. He had almost managed to grow accustomed to the warning flashing at the edge of his vision; telling him a human lingers close. It’s almost weird, to not have Akande hanging close by, making him defy his design. 

He moves about the hideout almost hesitantly. It’s been too long since he’s been in the cold like this. He doesn’t like how it mixed past and present in his mind. It makes his armor heavy in a way he isn’t used to. He hopes the mission will be worth it, that this delegation really does carry intel they can’t live without.

He is not built for waiting, but he has figured it out. He is nothing if not patient. He sits idly on the floor while the sun steadily climbs until the entire world shines and refracts like a prism. Then he gets up, dares to move out into the light dusting of frost the night has left.

It’s only then he realizes it’s snowing. Each speck is barely big enough to be called a snowflake. His vision stutters and zooms in close but there’s no intricate crystals to find here. The point is the moving. The art is in the falling.

He remembers Zenyatta, far away and hazy. It’s a thing he’s only started doing recently; trying to recall stubbornly instead of simply finding the memory clip buried somewhere in his harddrive. He tells himself he likes how Zen floats and changes in his own less mechanical mind. 

The truth may be he doesn’t like how the files sometimes burst to the surface corrupted and decayed. He was not built to last.

A squirrel darts through a tree beside him. It stops to stare, for a second as still as he feels. His chest erupts in sudden fondness. For this world he is doomed to inhabit, for those of his kind who was robbed of the chance to lock eyes with a squirrel through the dancing snowflakes. 

It aches, unlike anger or despair. Unlike passion. It simply aches.

This is what will do him in. He’s as sure of it as he’s sure somebody will pick up his fight when he at last joins his brothers in the dirt.

His people is young but they linger long. He overheard a funeral service; of returning home until flowers braid their roots into your throat. Until you sing in rapid blooming. His brethren won’t. The best they can ask for is peaceful silence.

Or a return to a god he’s not sure he can call his anymore. His old god lays slain and bleeding behind him; his very creator turned to dust and code running like ink. 

The warm embrace of the Iris, the cool instinctual violence of Anubis; he knows already they spring from the same source. He is not quick to meander back and dip his hands.

The kindness is a mistake. So is the brutality. They are both the point.

He shakes his head. The squirrel blinks and races on, he thinks he can hear something coming through the trees. In his HUD, warnings come back to life. He gets up, and goes back to work.

[sharkpupsblog]

😳 I Think! 😳

A Jay x GN! Reader fanfic! (With lyrics from I THINK by Tyler, the Creator)

WOOOOOO ITS HERE !!! JAY FICCCC!!!! It took me so long to write this fic ngl bcs I kept scrapping it and restarting and I finally managed to finish one and actually like it! And it’s this one! :D I do think it might be a bit OOC 💔 so I’m very sorry for that :( 👎 I hope u guys like it as well 😭‼️ Tysm everyone who waited for the fic so so sorry it took so long anyways… enjoy! 😳 !!!

I think I'm falling in love This time I think it's for real

Jay hates you really hates you because you make her heart beat too fast you make her nervous you make her palms sweat and every time you’re around she forgets what she’s out to do. Today she and Arcebus were riding in Mistfall sent out by Mr. Sands to figure out a new plan to ruin Dundull and take over it again. Everything was going great until Arcebus spotted you and warned his rider.

How can I tell you? How can I tell you?

She was supposed to be polluting the river in Mistfall when she saw you with a weird guy in a cloak and a very anxious looking girl. Jay rode Arcebus over to a small cliff watching you from above curious to what you were doing, and she wondered how she could ruin this for you. She hated you and needed to make your job as painful as possible for the way you made her heart beat.

I notice that you're there, and I'm always in your hair And you're always under my microscope

Jay watches you from above on a hill you’re helping the weird guy in the black cloak and the anxious girl. Who she learned are the spymaster and Kora you’re helping train animals to be spies and Jay watches you thinking of how stupid it is to make animals spies. She was too busy watching you to notice a stupid squirrel watching her Arcebus neighed and stomped his hoof down near the squirrel scaring it. Jay looked down at where Arcebus had stomped she smirked and said hello to the squirrel who quickly ran away knowing that hello wasn’t friendly. The squirrel ran as fast as he could trying to get away but was stopped by Arcebus running in front of him the horse snorted “where are you going?”. The Marwari ducked his head low looking more like a carnivore than an herbivore “don’t have time to chat?” the horse continued walking forward and the little squirrel backed up more until his tail hit something. He looked up seeing Jay and he was suddenly snatched up by the rider “why don’t you stay? Help me play a little game yeah?”. Jay put the squirrel in a bag and got on Arcebus riding him all the way to a bridge. There she waited and while she waited, she caught another animal trying to play hero a little seagull flew around her pecking her messing up her hair and her suit it was trying to save the squirrel in the bag. Arcebus reared and caught it midair handing it to his rider she held the seagull like if it were a dirty piece of trash. Now she had two animals she knew the chances of you coming to find them was now greater she pat Arcebus thanking him for helping her catch the animals “now we wait…”. She knew you were going to notice that the stupid animals were gone, and she knew you were going to come looking for them.

Waste of bread, I need your attention

And she was going to make you play her game.

Falling in love now I think I'm falling in love

It didn’t take long for you to come to her trying to find the animals. She heard you far from her calling out for Lucien and Beeper which she knew were the animals which was which? That she didn’t know, and she didn’t care you found her because the animals in the bag squeaked and cawed loudly in response to their names. She was on one end of the bridge, and you were on the other as soon as she saw you, she felt nervous she had to collect herself before she grabbed the bag showing it to you “looking for something? Come and get it!”. Arcebus neighed before running off and Jay could hear hooves against wood as you rode on the bridge to follow her. Arcebus huffed when he saw a smoke bomb dropped ahead the Marwari managed to dodge it and he let out an angry neigh not happy as more smoke bombs were dropped ahead. Jay used these to her advantage she asked her horse to kick one at you and he ran as fast as he could managing to get ahead of one the Marwari bucked hitting a smoke bomb. Your horse swerved hard trying to avoid the smoke bomb and you held on terrified of falling off which thank Aideen didn’t happen your horse snorted and kept running after Arcebus and Jay. When both of you ran on a new trail the smoke bombs ended your horse finally managed to catch up to the Marwari, they ran side by side with Arcebus you looked to Jay, and she looked to you tensing when she made eye contact with you.

Fell in love now

This time I think it's for real

Jay felt her palms sweat, her ears get hot, and she got nervous as you both made eye contact. You didn’t look away because you saw this as some sort of challenge. In the short time you both made eye contact she realized how pretty your eyes wer- what? Jay was the first to look away and she swallowed nervous as she realized something…She knew why you made her heart beat fast and why you made her nervous…

I think I'm in love now I think I'm falling in love I think I'm in love now, ow

Jay didn’t hate you…she had a crush on you. Gross! This couldn’t be true?! She shook her head, and she looked back to you seeing that you had an empty bag in your hands while she was busy thinking you were busy saving Lucien and Beeper. Jay looked backwards seeing the squirrel running off and the seagull flying behind him. When she looked forward, she saw your horse and Arcebus trying to bite each other you were trying to stop your horse telling them the rescue was over, but they didn’t listen they continued trying to fight with Arcebus. Jay looked up at you blushing when the thought of having a crush on you came back to her. She looked behind you seeing the river her brows furrowed and her nose scrunched a bit she was going to make you pay for her stupid crush on you.

How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you? How can I tell you?

You looked back at her seeing her anger and was super surprised when she said “You’re gross!” you didn’t get a chance to ask why as you were shoved off your horse. You fell into the river swimming upwards shaking at the feel of the cold water when you surfaced you coughed you accidentally swallowed some water. You wiped water off your face and looked up at Jay who was still on horseback and your horse was running down to you Arcebus neighed angrily at you feeling his rider’s emotion and Jay glared down at you. You watched as she rode away confused as to why she called you gross and then shoved you in a river. Your horse hopped into the river helping you up and you both got out of the water deciding that enough work was done for today and you both deserved to take a break for the rest of the day.

I think I'm falling in love

Fell in love now

Jay made it back to the oil rig and she put Arcebus away in his stable before going to her room. She shoved her way past Sabine and Katja who were fighting but stopped and scoffed asking what the hell was her problem after Jay shoved them. Jay didn’t listen to them she just walked into her room slamming the door hearing Katja complain. Jay walked over to her bed laying down she groaned burying her face into her pillow. She thought about you she blushed, and she shook her head was she really crushing on you?

This time I think it's for real I think I'm in love now

Jay sat up her face red and warm as she kept thinking about you…” fuck” she covered her face with her hands annoyed and she thought…

‘I think I'm falling in love’

TYSM FOR READING :D

[vale-ocs-roleplay]

General informations:

Name: Andrein du Loup Noir Revenant

Based on: Armand (Vampire Chronicles, mostly from the books)

Species: Vampire

Age: physically 17 (but he is older than Léandre)

Birthday: January 1st

Height: 174 cm

Dorm:… suggestions?

Class: 3-D

Favorite subject: Conjuration

Club: theatre club

Favorite food: dark hot chocolate (with lots of cream, thanks)

Least favorite food: coffee

Hobbies: Acting (better than Léandre), visiting museums, watching romantic films

Unique magic:

“You always loved me”: he can create a false memory for anyone he wants, but these memories will fade over time.

Background:

Andrein shares the same sire as Léandre. To be honest, before Léandre there was him at the court of Nocturne Town, a sweet angel picked up from a cold and isolated street for his too kind face.

Andrein was extremely loyal to his creator, loving, servile… maybe too much. When Léandre entered his life, the first feeling was wonder, desire. There was no envy because the newcomer had been chosen as heir, but there was something dark, a hidden jealousy. Was it because the new prince had become the king's favorite perhaps? But was it because he had stolen the looks from him or ... because he wanted those violet eyes to look only at him? Yet when he tried to get closer… there was a refusal.

Léandre did not like him, the king did not care about him ... the only refuge he found was in the arms of his mentor - his and Léandre -, an elderly vampire, sweet towards him, who seemed - or seems - to adore him more than all the others but… maybe too much, or maybe not enough.

If you knew what really are the wounds inside Andrein's heart, you wouldn't be surprised at how distorted his mind can seem.

Personality:

If Léandre is a labyrinth yes, but perhaps a labyrinth in the moonlight, Andrein is a labyrinth on a stormy night. He is such a delicate and fragile creature, so easy to break and send to hell ... but count on it that he will drag you with him.

If he hates you he will ruin you, if he loves you he will do anything to keep you with him. He's not good enough for you, he knows it, but you can't leave him.

His very fragility is his sword, his extreme insecurity is his lifeline.

However, he is not unreasonable, on the contrary, he knows how to be extremely calculating, he knows how to play any part he wants to play. It follows that he is not the simplest person in the world to relate to, you have to be a steadfast person to overcome his whims - because after all they are nothing but that - but if he really trusts someone it is not impossible to bring him back to his senses, especially if he begins to feel a sincere affection that goes beyond love for himself.

Ironically, if he sees a person in pain he can be a very good emotional support and is very good at understanding what they need in that moment.

Between him and Léandre there is a feeling of love and hate that seems more tending to hatred, but perhaps deep down it is more love ... but I advise you not to name the vampire prince in front of him, just in case.

Trivia:

- Between him and Ciaran there is a strange, unlikely bond of affection (attraction?).

-He too would be a great chocolate lover, but he only eats dark chocolate so as not to be like Léandre.

- But like Léandre, he too is "vaguely" attracted to Malleus (maybe he too has a weakness for the black hair - green eyes combo? Who knows why).

-His favorite animal is the squirrel.

-He is unsure about his physical appearance.

-When he drinks the blood he blushes.

- He has a snake bites piercing.

- He is pansexual, but he seems to attract mostly boys and he wonders why.

[yuurivoice]

What’s your opinion on the new god of war and the characters

*contains discussion of themes and components of God of War Ragnarok, skip this if you don't want vibe spoilers!*

Just beat it yesterday. I think it's fantastic! I have a few criticisms, but my time spent being a creator also makes me realize that sometimes you've gotta make sacrifices and take turns that aren't necessarily exactly what you wanted, but are what gets you to the finish line...so I ain't mad at it.

The cast of characters in particular was the highlight for me. Getting to spend more time with them rather than "oh hey it's my favorite NPC!" moments that kinda highlighted God of War in the past.

Family has obviously been a key theme, and it's a favorite of mine.

It speaks volumes that "foolish naive youth fucks everything up because they don't know any better" is one of my most hated tropes but I'm totally okay with it in this game because of how much heart Atreus has, and that it's pretty logical that when a lil baby god finds out about prophecies that blow up his ego, he'd make some dipshit choices. He doesn't know any better, and I love what it does for Kratos as a character. The culmination of these choices and how it has impacted the people around them, and ultimately their relationship as father and son, makes it all worth it in my eyes.

You know what helped me with Atreus? Seeing him practice self-talk not only as himself, but from the perspective of the people he cares about. Exhibiting a level of understanding and emotional intelligence, knowing what those people would likely think or say to him, and considering that (despite typically ignoring it, as boys often do lol) helped me avoid ever feeling like "UGH THIS FUCKING IDIOT!" which I think is critical to avoid given that we need to care about Atreus even if he's not wise.

I love every character in Asgard. Yes, even that one.

I called the squirrel hot.

I love the side quests, they're particularly well written and given a lot of care (I think each map has one key side quest, but even the smaller ones are interesting), which is what open world games typically lack. They feel meaningful because of the themes and morals shared with the characters.

I typically hate "split POV between a favorite character and someone else" but any time I spent away from Kratos felt earned and not like a chore. I'm guessing that's not a popular opinion, but then again, I don't really pay attention to reviews or anything like that.

It's my game of the year, and I loved Elden Ring, but GoW2 is the total package. The performances, the music, the writing, the gameplay. Everything is exactly what I'd want in a big AAA game in 2022, and they delivered a complete experience.

[bryan360]

Here’s my note before I’ll get started….

(DON’T YOU EVER COPY FROM MINE OR MY FRIEND’S WORK, CHARACTERS, AND STUFF IF ONE OF YOU ARE IMPOSTERS WHO HAD HABITS OF PLAGIARISM! I WILL BLOCK YOU FROM MY BLOG IF I SEE YOUR POST WITH MINE OR MY FRIEND’S ORIGINAL WORK BEING EDITED ALL OVER! I’LL EVEN SHARE IT ONTO MY BLOG SO IF EVERYONE WILL SEE THAT YOU TRYING TO COPY MINE OR MY FRIEND’S THINGS FOR NO GOOD REASON WHATSOEVER! That will be all….I mean it.)

🇵🇷Me: Hey there! Today that I got a special art trade order for my P-Pal, but also his OCs of Spot, Riya, Cude, and Murukir to enjoy. This month of August before Summer comes to an end, here's something I've been working so hard of what I feel like it. So much so, I'm completely fresh out of big sheet of paper from my Simply A+ Sketch Pad. The 20 sheets kind that I originally brought it from the store back in 🍀March 2020; though before staying in houses during the pandemic.

Link Here #1

🇵🇷Me: Since now I'm run out of big sheets, I needed to take time with one huge sheet of paper when making room in doodle art form. This is exactly I'm going for as my P-Pal 's request, but forgive me that there's some marks and coloring mistakes I've tried to covered up. Nevertheless, here's my latest secret art trade request for him; by having my squirrel character Brown while wearing his clothes in bagged size!

🥜Brown: Yeah! It wasn't the first time I'm doing this since I had with EStar99 Jason's clothes, but it'll be an honor to have this for your P-Pal and our friends. We had a good time having our sleepover at my house last month with all snuggled up of my clothes of theirs; including mine. So here I am again wearing my bagged sized clothes, but this time while doing some normal activities....well almost everything is normal. Anyways, here's what I'm talking about in this 10 part doodle art that our creator friend made.

1st through 3rd Part

Doing yoga exercises, reading CN's comic book, and eating peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. References from my April 2020 artwork I've posted on DeviantArt. Link Here #2

4th Part

Putting his chef's hat on and doing some stirring. He's making a cake with his mother like any parent and children do together.

5th Part

Hugging with Pibby and Bun Bun; especially last time where he made them during my P-Pal's previous art trade I've requested him. Link Here #3

6th Part

Accidentally got a Happy Horn on his head; causing him to change his personality and color of happiness. That’s goes for another reference from my previous artwork I’ve posted back in August 2020. Link Here #4

7th Part

Vacuuming the floors with his electronic vacuum cleaner. Do hope it’ll never caught his bagged sized clothes while he cleaning around here, though. 😅

8th Part

Putting his wireless headphones and dances to the rhythm of his favorite songs. Though I wanted to draw his dance pose a bit similar to the Cow and Chicken intro that I seen from my childhood. Just wanted to boost up his interests of CN stuff, ya know. Link Here #5

9th Part

Just a random part of holding a huge pencil. Don’t know why, but something to do with interests of drawing animation? At least that’s what I’m going for.

10 Part/Final Part

And finally here’s him having a relaxation time, but no surprise to included this for last. My P-Pal asked to draw Brown while he’s in resting his pillow bed; especially both wearing in bagged sized clothes. He does enjoying this like the same way he’s had a sleepover with his friends. Link Here #6

🥜Brown: That really takes me back about a month ago, but worth to remember how we getting along just right. As for snuggling our clothes in bagged sized? It’s perfect when snuggled up together. 😉👍

🇵🇷Me: Indeed as always, Brown. Hope that you enjoy this doodle art post I’ve made for my P-Pal. Though again forgive myself that it had some coloring mistakes when doing on one big sheet of paper I had left.

🥜Brown: That’s okay. At least it does looks good that you worked hard for. Anyways, here’s to your P-Pal and friends where I do some activities; while wearing my bagged sized clothes to remember for. Hope you’ll enjoy this as well.

Brown created by me; BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360)

Pibby and Bun Bun - Pibby (also known as Come and Learn with Pibby! and Learning with Pibby: Apocalypse (TBA) © Adult Swim

A Happy Horn item - Unikitty! (2017-2020) © Ed Skudder and Lynn Wang, The Lego Group, Warner Bros. Animation, Warner Bros Television Distribution. Cartoon Network

@murumokirby360 @carmenramcat @alexander1301

[kariachi]

So, saw somebody else doing a whole ‘what daemons do your OCs have and why’ sorta deal so, for shits and giggles, my major loves.

Marian- Torc, Aldabra Giant Tortoise

Look, sometimes a woman is a tortoise. Patient, sturdy, stubborn, reliable. An old soul who always plans ahead, with a mind that runs like clockwork. A rock in the chaos. And then, you get people who are tortoises, but more. She has a large presence, a matriarch at her heart who walks into a room and you feel it in the air, a quiet pride barely hidden under the stereotypical tortoise humbleness that requires a massive daemon to contain it. Add to that that, for giant tortoises, Aldabra’s are known to be relatively fast and acrobatic, which is a great reflection for the fact that she has the soul of an adventurer and prankster underneath it all. For all she’s reserved and hardworking, once you get her out of her shell she burns for excitement.

Monette- Cadyl, Gelada

Again, sometimes a woman is a monkey. An outgoing and communicative creature, small and unassuming, not as smart as some but enough so, with complex social networks and a tendency to keep groups of partners and associates. She trades in favors like a gelada trade in acts of grooming, thriving in a group and wasting when she’s alone, not afraid to let go of some of her power and control in exchange for a more overall favorable outcome. But like a gelada you can’t let the charm and peaceful exterior fool you, because with cause she’s more than willing to bare her teeth in warning or threat to defend what’s hers.

Allison- Donnie, Austroplebeia cassiae

Why yes, Donnie’s species doesn't even have a common name, just one of so many little-noted stingless honeybees. Allie is everything you would expect from such a creature. Hardworking, loyal, creative, more focused on the whole than on herself. She lives for her family and her community, organizing people, supporting those around her, and standing for what she believes in, no matter the cost to herself. But the stingless portion is important. She hates to lie, and more importantly isn’t made to fight. While she’ll take to it if need be, it’s not in her nature to be on the front lines, and her roles is more in taking care of and lending support to those who can dive into the fray herself.

Dr. Carel- Lana, Northern Flying Squirrel

Though he appears to be scatterbrained, our dear doctor is more intelligent that he first seems, simply hard to understand due to how he flits from project to project that others can’t understand with dogged determination. Not one to run, not one to fight, fine alone but happy in groups as well. His, unique, viewpoint is befitting someone with a gliding daemon, as is the way his mind and feet both wander.

Var/Valko- Tarav, Bluetick Hound

And sometimes a man is a hound dog. Loyal, social, highly active, loud. Or, well, he used to be. He’s nonverbal anymore but still once he opens up you better hope you can read sign at speed because he’s not slowing down or shutting up. He reliable, playful, outgoing, and true to his pack. Adventurous and intelligent, though not a leader in any way. He’s a follower, yes, and one of the best right hand’s you’re going to get.

Irene- James, Western Pebble Mound Mouse

Is pretty much exactly what you’d stereotypically expect from a mouse- shy, a mite timid, but intelligent. She’d working on regrowing the backbone her family stole from her, but she’s polite, respectful, playful, and empathetic. True to James’s species, she’s in her element in groups despite her shyness, a creator at heart, more resilient than she first appears, and without an aggressive bone in her body (or any bones, really, but that’s besides the point).

Jadie- Wira, Ring-Necked Pheasant

Somebody somewhere ordered a prince charming, though I don’t know who. Though not immediately impressive, they have an air of confidence and grace common to male gamefowl everywhere. They’re charming, dependable, affectionate, chatty, and a hardworker, ready to drop everything and dive directly into whatever mess they need to to look out for those around them. Poly as fuck, they spoil and defend their women against all comers without a second thought, taking a fierce pride in them in all their glory, and are also strongly family-oriented, for all that they’ve run off and done their own thing.

[valleyrunearchives]

Binary

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 18/?

“Binary code is a series of zeroes and ones strung together in a specific sequence. On paper, it’s useless. Annoying. Worthless. But put that same string of zeroes and ones into a computer, and suddenly it’s a language far more complex than the human mind can comprehend. I was the same way. The world decided I wasn’t good enough in the physical plane, so I went digital. That’s why I chose the name Binary. And you should be very,” He smirks at the underground hero on the screen, “Very afraid of the reach I have here. Aizawa Shouta.”

Or

Midoriya Izuku is tired of the world treating him like nothing. So he decides to becoming a hacker to show the world that nothing can be anything.

Featuring Midoriya Izuku as the Genius Hacker Aizawa Shouta as the problem child wrangler Yamada Hizashi as the moral support to his husband Tsukauchi Naomasa as the man who needs a long vacation PLEASE Shinsou Hitoshi as the intentionally adopted one Toga Himiko as the unintentionally adopted one Dabi as the really didn’t want to be adopted one but he guesses this is his life now and Nedzu as the Rat God of UA

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Dabi sighs as he unlocks the door to their house. It had been a long day. Multiple appointments back to back. Burn specialists, skin graft specialists, dermatologists, support item creators. Plus trips to the pharmacy and searching for work in between. He knows Izuku said he didn’t have to work with what he makes as a hacker and with his stocks and cryptocurrency but he still feels bad that he’s an adult that’s just living there and not contributing. He’s not going after a crazy high level job or anything. Just something simple to pass the time and make some pocket change. Plus it’ll give him something to do when the kids inevitably go into high school soon. 

He gets the door open and freezes when he takes one step inside. Izuku is sitting on the couch wide-eyed with a blanket wrapped around him. Himiko is sitting next to him and murmuring soft reassurances with a worried look on her face. Hitoshi is nowhere to be seen but Dabi hears rustling around in the kitchen so he must be in there. He quickly gets in and shuts the door with a loud bang before asking, “What happened?!”

Izuku doesn’t react but Himiko’s head shoots up at his voice. She rushes over to him and grabs his arms, tears welling up in her eyes, “Dabi-nii! It was awful!”

“What was? What’s wrong with Izuku? Did something happen?” He pets her shoulders softly, trying to soothe her and get a straight answer out of her.

“Oh something happened alright,” Hitoshi confirms, face like thunder as he comes out of the kitchen. He walks to Izuku and carefully tries to hand him the mug he was carrying, speaking softly, “Here Zu. It’s hot cocoa. Just like you like it.”

Hot cocoa with Izuku wasn’t a good sign. The boy practically lived off coffee like Hitoshi does. If he wanted hot cocoa, it meant that something happened that he needed the sweetness of chocolate to cheer him up. Izuku seems to register Hitoshi’s voice and looks over at him, voice soft as he asks, “With marshmallows?”

“Yeah. The mini ones,” Hitoshi offers him the mug again and Izuku finally reaches out to take it. Izuku mutters a soft thanks to him before sipping it slowly, eyes back to that faraway stare again. Dabi takes that moment to ask again, “Okay, can someone tell me what happened now?”

“So we were walking home from the store, right?” Himiko starts, moving back over to sit with Izuku as Dabi moves to stand in front of them, “Nothing unusual. Nothing out of the ordinary! Hitoshi and I ran off ahead because I saw something interesting and Hitoshi wanted me to come back.” 

“Nothing unusual there,” Dabi agrees. Himiko was like a dog chasing a squirrel in that regard. See something interesting? She has to go check it out right then and there. Dabi and Hitoshi both have gotten used to chasing after her to get her to come back to their little group. 

“Right so. Hitoshi and I went back to Izuku after looking at it - it was a really pretty rock by the way! - and find him being… attacked? Drowned? I don’t know what it was! But there was some dude with a sludge quirk apparently trying to steal his body!” 

Dabi’s blood goes cold. “What?” 

Hitoshi nods with a grossed out wince, “Yeah. He was covered in that guy's slime. He couldn’t move and was trying to get into his body from his nose and mouth. Apparently he was trying to escape from a hero and thought killing a kid and taking over his body was the best way to do it. I tried to get him to respond to my quirk but the guy was so focused on Izuku that he never did.”  

“And that’s when he showed up!” Himiko growls.

“‘He?’ Who’s he?” He’s almost never seen Himiko this upset at someone before. Not even at her parents who kicked her out. 

The next thing that leaves Hitoshi’s mouth has Dabi’s head spinning, “All Might.”

“All Might? What does the number one hero have to do with this?” 

Himiko growls again, fists clenched so tightly her knuckles are white. Hitoshi crosses his arms, glancing away, “Apparently the hero that was chasing the sludge guy was All Might.  He drops down out of nowhere all of a sudden and does one of his super powered smashes… right at Izuku and the Sludge guy.” Dabi panics at that, worried over what injuries Izuku may have that he hasn’t told them about. Hitoshi holds his hands out placatingly, “It’s okay. He didn’t actually hit him with it. Just the aftermath power of it. A very harsh breeze was all he took. It knocked the sludge guy off of him and took the remaining breath out of Izuku so he passed out. Himiko and I rushed up at that point, explained we were his siblings, and checked him over.” 

“Nothing broken or anything like that?” Dabi asks, still worried.

“Not that we could see. And Himiko couldn’t smell any blood either so we think he’s pretty alright. But that’s not the end of it,” Hitoshi starts running his hands through his hair, glaring off to the side, “The guy starts trying to wake Izuku up, by slapping his face!”

Dabi is furious now, “Excuse me!?” How dare he lay hands on his brother like that!

“Himi and I yelled at him to stop and Izuku came back around a few seconds later. Izuku was really grateful to All Might for saving him, of course. Thanked him profusely and even asked for his autograph… Which apparently All Might gave him while Himi and I were checking him over. As if that was more important at the moment! Weirdo…”

Dabi kind of agrees with that statement. He always liked All Might just because his old dad hated him. Now he’s starting to change his mind about that. “Anyway, Izuku then said he had a question for All Might before he left. All Might agreed but said he really had to go ‘deliver’ the criminal to the police. Guy put him in a soda bottle, who does that? So Izuku…” Hitoshi goes quiet at that, looking over at Izuku imploringly.

Dabi also looks over to see Izuku’s hands are clenched tightly on the mug of cocoa. He reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder, “Izuku, what did you ask him?”

Izuku bites his lip, tears welling up in his eyes before he blinks them away, “I always thought… I always thought that of all the people to tell me I could be a hero it would be him. He always said in interviews that anyone could be a hero, regardless of quirk… He lied.”

Dabi stays quiet. It’s clear that Izuku is going through a major crisis.  

“... I asked him, Dabi-nii. I asked him if I could be a hero without a quirk… and he said no,” Izuku sniffles and squeezes his eyes shut to try and keep the tears away. It doesn’t work and they start to fall steadily down his cheeks. Dabi reaches out and squeezes the kid into a hug, who sobs into his shoulder. His opinion has definitely changed. All Might is just as bad as the number two hero is. Who tells a child that they can’t be a hero? All Might apparently! He turns to the other two as Izuku continues to cry, “What happened next? Did All Might leave?”

“Yeah but only because I started screaming at him to go the hell away!” Himiko angrily says, “I mean, how dare he?! Who gets their kicks from telling kids they can’t be heroes?!” 

“I did nothing. Just helped Izuku up and let Himi scream at the asshole. Then we came home. Izuku was pretty okay until Himiko turned on the TV to try and find something distracting to watch,” Hitoshi winces and rubs the back of his neck, “There was a news story going on. Apparently the guy escaped the soda bottle - because of course he did - and attacked that awful kid who bullies Izuku… What's his name?”

“Bakugou Katsuki, Hitoshi-kun,” CATRA answers him from the TV screen. 

“Yeah, him.” 

CATRA runs a paw over her head, “Allow me to take over from here. I believe the stress of both being attacked and having a hero he greatly looked up to tell him he cannot be a hero pushed him to a near breaking point. However, seeing Bakugou-san - who used to be Izuku’s childhood friend - being attacked and completely helpless the same way that he was despite having a powerful quirk passed that point. It sent him into somewhat of a catatonic state.” 

“You know what the crazy thing is?” Izuku pulls away from Dabi’s shoulder, voice hoarse from crying, “Even though All Might told me I couldn’t be a hero and I had to watch my old childhood best friend be attacked, all I could really think about was how badly the heroes were doing on the rescue. I kept thinking that they’re running the rescue operation wrong. That they need to do this or that differently to help reduce the damage around them as well as save Bakugou. Even when my mind kind of shut down, it was the reaffirmation I needed to know I do have the mind and soul of a hero. Before, all I wanted was All Might’s approval that I could be a hero. Now, I know I don’t need it. Quirk or no, I will be a great hero and I don’t give a damn what he or Bakugou thinks!”

Dabi smiles as he watches the fire reignite in his little brother’s eyes. He nudges the mug in Izuku’s hands, “Finish your cocoa first, oh great future hero. Then maybe take a nap. You’ve had a rough last few hours. You deserve to take a break and breathe for a few.”

“Yeah, okay,” he agrees, taking more sips of the now cool cocoa. 

“Oh, oh! Let’s watch a movie before you nap, Izu-nii! One with the happiest of endings!” Himiko says, flopping down onto the couch next to him. Izuku readily agrees. Hitoshi also joins them on the couch to watch as well. Dabi smiles wider at all three of them and reaches out to ruffle Izuku’s hair. He tells them to enjoy the movie before going to his room. He scowls once he’s out of their sight. He has a few tasks in mind for CATRA to do regarding the number one hero and the horrible transgression he committed against his family today. He hopes she can find what he’s looking for.

[witchofthesouls]

More messing around with @rocksinmuffin’s Megahusband AU (seriously check it out):

You don’t know what happened; actually, you do. It was the usual Decepticon plan-of-the-week but it featured a patented Wheeljack-what-the-frag-is-that invention.

Of course, it ended up on fire because why not?! But between Starscream’s stray null-ray shot, the Constructicon’s random mixes, and the Sideswipe’s updated molotov cocktail, the last thing you remember was a beam of bright, Barbie pink hitting you so hard to fly off the table and right into Lalaland via concussion.

Wheeljack had managed to squirrel you away upon the Autobots’ retreat and you woke up to a new reality of being absolutely Tall and Metal.

You’ve been secluded inside the Autobot medbay getting prodded, poked, and scanned every inch of your new body.

You should have far more panic but a good chunk of your adult life has been composed of absolutely random events fit for a protagonist of a reverse isekai, scifi anime. Or maybe an action-comedy since you originally dated Megatron to gain an upper-hand for the Autobots, and married him out of absolute spite to ruin that smug look on his face when he proposed through the Jumbotron at the game.

Speaking of the devil, you and everyone else in a 50-mile radius can hear Megatron bellowing outside the thick, protective walls.

“We could use the fire hose.” Ironhide says, far too casual in that way where someone really wants to do it but just waiting for another person to vaguely agree to go ham on it.

“No. I got it.”

“Are you sure, Y/N? You could take a few more days off to get used to it.”

“I got the anti-gravs and the shrinking down pat down. Might as well get it over with.”

_________________

Starscream listens to his Trine-mates bicker with the rest of the Armada, scrapping like a few of the groundpounders. All of them bored and cowed by Megatron’s shortfuse as their glorious leader keeps howling your name.

Staracream can only admire all of those spiteful acts of pettiness that cumulatived into a sham marriage between you and Megatron. And after years and years of domestic, married life, the active warfare turning cold, and this farce of a semi-functioning family, Starscream could say that Megatron had developed a begrudging sense of affection towards you. Or at least some sort of feeling to trigger his posessiveness. 

Enough for the warlord to keep you on his shoulder whenever you’re at the base and actually recharge at that tiny dwelling where he needs to shift a ridiculous amount of mass into his subspace to fit through the door instead of his berth on base.

(During one of his snooping raids, Starscream had found a sparkling dollhouse, outfitted with the amenities for a human to stay as well as a bust of your scowling face.)

Unsurprisingly, a chunk of the Decepticon forces are outside the Ark as you haven’t left the orange monstrosity for a week and the Autobots stopped picking up their transmissions.

Finally, there’s movement. But it’s no human strolling out of the open hatch, it’s a new Cybertronian. One with a familiar walk and familiar expression of exasperation and they call out:

“Morning, my Titan sweetcheeks!”

It’s definitely you, and you’re annoyed.

Megatron’s sputtering, voice trailing off as you step in front in him, rivaling his height as a Seeker femme. All the mechs around stare unabashedly at your new frame. Games stop. Brawls still. His Trine-mates fall silent.

Everything. From digits to pedes to broad wings, all the armor and peeking protoform are a solid shade of Decepticon logo purple. The only exception is your newfound optics: a bright, searing shade of fuchsia. 

“Pits, Screamer,” Skywarp’s poor attempt of a whisper echoes out. “Your step-creator’s slaggen hawt!”

Skywarp’s squeak of terror from the simultaneous hums of his null-ray and a fusion canon is music to his audials.

[nightingaelic]

Companions react to the Courier doing the Infinite Money Glitch in casinos.

I had to look this up, OP, and then I had to conceptualize how this would even work in a storytelling context and write it, anyway I hope you're pleased with yourself because my brain feels like a stack of used sandpaper sheets

The courier had been saving up caps for a while, stashing them in odd places around the Lucky 38. Everywhere you looked there were bottle caps: Dresser drawers in the Presidential Suite, empty ice buckets in the cocktail lounge, in jars on every shelf in the penthouse. Saving up caps for big purchases was pretty common behavior in the Mojave wasteland for anyone, so no one batted an eye when the courier assembled all of the stashes on the carpeted floor of the casino and started counting them out, checking six times before stringing them together in batches of 50 and writing down the final total: 32,768.

No, no one so much as blinked when they lugged all 656 strings of caps out the door of the Lucky 38. No one, that is, except the lucky soul who went with them, saw them exchange all the caps for chips at The Tops Casino, then drop the chips in the back of The Aces theater during Bruce Isaac's set and return to the cashier to collect triple the amount of money they walked in with.

Arcade Gannon: Arcade cringed as the courier struggled to drag the haul of caps out the door of The Tops. The jingle of the cap strings was attracting the attention of just about everyone on the Strip, and someone across the street yelled "High roller!"

"This can't be legal," Arcade said.

"Since when..." the courier huffed and puffed, throwing cap strings over their shoulder carelessly, "... do you give a mole rat's ass about legality?"

"What is this?!?" Arcade hissed incredulously, gesturing to the jingling pile. "Is that cashier paying you off? Are those chips the currency for some wasteland tribe I've never heard of, but somehow have a better exchange rate than the NCR does? Did I just witness a payout for a hit on someone?"

The courier sighed and paused to pat the scientist on the shoulder. "Just don't think about it too hard, okay? Now help me out with this, we're going to Doctor Usanagi's to get me tricked out with as many implants as she has on hand."

Craig Boone: While the courier jingled their way across the Strip asphalt, Boone couldn't help noticing the number of eyes turning their way to stare at the enormous payout they were openly carrying. New Vegas was already a town that kept on trucking if its very creator was killed, that was certain: It wouldn't even pause if its latest mastermind was gunned down over a fortune in steel and aluminum crowns. Boone clutched his rifle close and met as many of the curious and envious stares as he could, his own eyes burning protectively behind his sunglasses.

They managed to get all the way back to the Lucky 38 before the courier stopped and spoke to him. "Nothing? Not even a guess about what this is from?"

Boone shrugged. "None of my business. Just don't carry it all at once again. Ever."

Lily Bowen: "Did you win, dearie?" Lily asked, confused. As far as she had noticed, the courier hadn't approached any of the blackjack tables, roulette wheels or slot machines.

"Yeah, Lily." The courier grinned and started handing her strings of caps to carry. "What do you want to spend your winnings on?"

"My winnings?" Lily shook her head. "Now now, pumpkin. You won fair and square, so you get to choose what you buy."

"My treat," the courier insisted. "Anything at all. We could go to the Gourmand for dinner, we could donate to the Followers in Freeside, we could get singing and dancing lessons from the King... what do you want?"

Lily thought for a moment, wracking her brains. "Brahmin for Jacobstown."

The courier looked at her quizzically. "Brahmin? Not bighorners?"

"Brahmin," Lily confirmed, shouldering the strings upon strings of caps. "Bighorners at Jacobstown will make more bighorners, but they have no brahmin. Brahmin are sweet, easier to handle. But no one will sell brahmin to nightkin."

"Okay." The courier nodded. "Then we have to go to the Gourmand for dinner anyway. I know a guy at the Ultra-Luxe who might help."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "Dios mío," Raul muttered under his breath. "Who did you kill for the Chairmen? They finally paying you back for getting rid of Benny?"

"Pfft." The courier waved him off, dropping a few strings of caps as they did. "Whoops. Help me out here, and I'll buy you a drink."

"A drink?" Raul laughed. "Not the whole bar? You could probably convince the Garret twins to retire if you gave them half of this haul."

"And why the hell would I want to take over the Atomic Wrangler?" The courier shook their head as they loaded the old ghoul up with caps. "I already have one casino I'm incapable of running. The only customers I get are you and the other Mojave misfits."

Raul grinned. "Hey, you invited us in, amigo. We're just the only ones loco enough to ignore the robots and take you up on it."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "Oh, sweet squirrel stew." Cass' eyes were as big as the dinner plates in the casino's restaurant. "That's enough change to buy the Van Graffs out of business. That's enough change to tell Alice McLafferty to stick it where the sun don't shine, then back it up with enough muscle to scare her out of the Mojave."

The courier nodded and started handing her strings of caps. "It is also enough change to start funding her competitors and drive her out of New Vegas."

"Now you're talkin'." Cass smirked and accepted the extra weight. "So who're we gonna back? Far Go? The Water Merchants? Gun Runners?"

"Actually..." the courier smiled. "A little birdie told me that the Mojave Express is looking to expand its horizons. Start offering goods in addition to services. And you know me, I like to root for the home team when I can."

Cass laughed. "Well that's a surprise. You plannin' on playin' courier again? Get yourself shot in the head a second time?"

"Not if I can help it."

Veronica Santangelo: "Uhhhh, Six?" Veronica crossed her arms. "I thought we agreed we weren't going to stir up trouble for a bit after the adventure at the dam. This screams 'trouble' to me."

"Aw, lighten up Veronica." The courier winked at her and handed her a string of caps, like a consolation prize. "We're in a casino. The odds aren't in your favor, but at least you can have fun for a bit."

Veronica turned the offering down. "Math may not have been my strongest subject when I was in school, but I do know that 30,000 minus 30,000 does not equal 90,000, under any normal odds. What are you getting yourself- and more importantly, me- into?"

The courier sighed. "It's nothing. Just a little loophole I discovered when I was poking around after Benny's disappearance. I promise, we're not going to get knifed, unless we get waylaid in the street on the way home because I'm too weighed down to move."

Veronica narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "I don't trust this," she said after a few beats, "But I'm also not keen to see you try to fight off a mugger while buried under all those caps. Give me some of that."

ED-E: The eyebot beeped, confused, when the courier stopped it from picking up the chips again. Its beeps increased in volume and frequency as they loaded the little bot up with caps at the cashier's counter, until it was hanging low in the air and having trouble turning around from the increased weight. The courier patted its metal dome reassuringly and loaded up the rest of the haul on themselves, until each step they took sounded like a cascade of sleigh bells.

"Back to the Lucky 38," the courier said, pointing toward the casino door. "I've got a bet I need to settle with Raul."

Rex: Rex whined as the courier hung strings of caps off his back. He sniffed each new addition but stood tall on his metal legs, taking the extra weight admirably until he was virtually buried by the wasteland currency.

"Can you still walk, boy?" the courier asked, when they had lightened their own load.

Rex barked. Satisfied, the courier led the way to the exit, opening the casino door with a jingle and ignoring the strange looks they were getting. The two waddled their way to the Strip's main gate and down the main street of Freeside until they staggered into the King's School of Impersonation.

The King, who had been lounging inside the stage room, jumped up when he saw the pair. "Well ain't that some money, honey," he said, clearly delighted. "You actually went and did it."

"Yep." The courier dropped some strings of caps on the nearest table and leaned over it to rest. "There it is. Now, where do we get started on fixing up Freeside?"

[redux-iterum]

A Kindling: Chapter Eighteen

(AO3 counterpart here.)

The next evening, Firepaw was on his way to bring the hag another bird when Bluestar stepped in front of him and stopped him in his tracks.

“That will be enough for now,” she said.

Firepaw blinked and set down the prey. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” Bluestar was curt enough to make Firepaw worry that he had indeed made a mistake, but then she looked over at the hag dozing at the foot of the stump. “I need to speak with her first.”

Firepaw watched as Bluestar walked with a severe expression up to the hag and loomed over her. The hag barely opened one eye to look up at the leader.

“You’ve sat around eating our prey for long enough,” Bluestar said. “I think we’ve more than earned your good graces. It’s time for you to tell us what you know.”

“Fine by me.” The hag stretched and got to her feet. Firepaw noted with relief that her injured paw had healed up enough to put weight on it. “Mayhaps you’d like to speak privately.”

“That’s the plan.” Bluestar started for the camp entrance, where Redtail was waiting. He nodded respectfully to the hag as she ambled past him, to which she responded with a grunt, before following the two mollies outside.

Firepaw stood in the center of camp with the bird,  having no idea what to do with himself now that he was bereft of his usual tasks. The adults in camp were talking with each other (most of them discussing what the hag might have to say), Ravenpaw had gone outside, and Greypaw was sleeping in. Firepaw considered going to talk with Goldenflower, but just as he turned her way, a loud purr made him look behind him.

It was Spottedleaf, coming up to him with shining eyes and a happily waving tail.

“You should be very excited,” she said to him cheerfully. “Tomorrow is a special day!”

Firepaw would have been delighted to be excited for anything, but he had no idea what she was talking about. Spottedleaf knew he was confused, clearly, because she continued.

“You, Ravenpaw, and Greypaw are coming with me tomorrow,” she elaborated. “We’re going on a journey to the Mother, all the way across the territories.”

“Wait, really?” Firepaw fully turned around, eyes wide. “I’ll actually see her?”

“You will!” Spottedleaf’s eyes were nearly shut with delight. “You’ll even see her heart, and if we’re lucky, all of us will receive a dream from her.”

“Already?”

Firepaw and Spottedleaf looked up and saw Ravenpaw approaching. He seemed just as surprised as Firepaw was. Spottedleaf nodded to him.

“You three ought to get as much rest as possible,” she said. “We’re leaving at daylight. Don’t worry, you’re off your apprentice duties for tonight. Just relax and eat, then sleep early.”

Ravenpaw let out a shaky sigh. “Yes, ma’am. Here, Firepaw, we can get some prey. Er— do you want to?”

“Sure.” Firepaw picked up the bird and trotted with Ravenpaw to the prey-pile. He decided to switch the bird out for a somewhat small rat, while Ravenpaw picked up a pigeon. They took a squirrel with them for Greypaw and went to their usual spot by the apprentices’ den. As they ate, Firepaw mused on how big the den seemed inside without Dustpelt and Sandstorm to share it with.

His musings faded off when Greypaw shifted the leaves and pushed through them out of the den, blinking sleepily. Ravenpaw made a small mew to get his attention and motioned to the squirrel. Greypaw yawned, nodded, and plopped down with a thud beside Ravenpaw, munching on a haunch with his eyes almost completely closed.

“We’re going to the Mother at daylight,” Firepaw informed him.

“Oh?” Greypaw swallowed, yawned, then jerked his head up, suddenly awake. “Oh! Awesome. Already?”

“That’s what I said.” Ravenpaw parted some feathers to get at his pigeon’s belly. “We have the night off to rest.”

“Man, that’ll be a long walk,” Greypaw said. “But we’ll get to see the other territories, so that’s not so bad. And the Mother, of course.” His eyes brightened. “The creator herself… can you imagine how intense it’ll be to walk through her body?”

“We what?” Firepaw squinted at him.

Greypaw gave Firepaw an amused look. “That’s how we get to her heart. What did you think we were going to do?”

“I don’t have any idea of anything,” Firepaw said. “I don’t even know which way we’re going.”

“You’ll see.” Greypaw flicked a paw. “Don’t worry, it’ll be cool. You’ll love it.” 

It seemed like hardly half the night had passed before Firepaw and his friends were sent to sleep early. It also seemed like Firepaw had barely shut his eyes when Spottedleaf woke him up. Once again, he was too sleepy to argue with her, so he stumbled out of his nest and followed her, Ravenpaw, and Greypaw out of camp. He thought he vaguely heard some cats wishing them luck, but couldn’t grasp the words.

It was sunny out, even with patches of clouds dotting the sky. Light filtered through the trees and dappled the ground, making the cats’ pelts shine as they passed through more clear parts of the woods. Dew sparkled from every leaf and flower and blade of grass. It was all very pretty, and entirely too bright. Firepaw’s eyes were nearly squeezed shut as he walked along after his friends and the seer, which did not help his tiredness. Combined with the warmth of daylight, Firepaw was certain he was going to fall on his face and sleep again at any second.

He was grateful that no one was really speaking. He wasn’t confident in his ability to keep up a conversation.

With his mind afloat in drowsiness, Firepaw was caught off-guard by the edge of the forest into the open grasslands. He winced at the searing light and stopped in place, swiping at his eyes with a paw.

“Are you alright?” Ravenpaw asked, the first to speak this entire time.

Firepaw shook his head and forced his eyes open, gradually hating it less as each heartbeat passed. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m fine. Just… bright, is all.”

To his relief, when he looked up, he saw that he wasn’t the only one that was tired. Ravenpaw and Greypaw’s tails were low and their eyes were just as bleary as his. Spottedleaf seemed to be the only one truly awake, but she had kindly paused in her walking.

“Take a moment, boys,” she said. “Shake your pelts and feel the sunlight. It won’t do to fall asleep on our way.”

The apprentices were more than happy to obey. Firepaw did as she said and shook his fur out—and, to his surprise, it helped wake him up quite a bit. His eyes finally adjusted to the light and he scanned his surroundings to get an idea of how far they had walked.

They had made it out of the forest; the clearing of Fourtrees was visible in the distance, its boulder dully glowing in the center of the square of trees. The sloping, peaty hills of WindClan territory rose ahead of them, with shimmering ripples washing over the heath and heather. Firepaw still couldn’t see any cats there, but he was certain there had to be at least one. Perhaps, he thought a little hopefully, someone was out there, and he’d get to say hi to them.

Spottedleaf raised a paw and pointed it towards WindClan’s moors. “We’ll be going along the edge of the border that way. After that, we can stop at the Barn and rest.”

“Barn?” Firepaw asked.

“Like a house, but for…” Spottedleaf’s eyes glanced upwards as she thought. “Well, cats can live there instead. There’s a lot more mice.”

“So we can eat when we get there?” Greypaw sounded hopeful.

Spottedleaf nodded. “The loner there is very gracious with warriors. He’s used to seeing us go in all the time. Now, are we all ready to continue?”

The toms made various (still rather sleepy) sounds of affirmation, so Spottedleaf started off at a trot. They hurried after her with a yawn or two.

“A house for cats…” Firepaw said aloud, mostly to keep himself awake. “I wonder if it’ll look like the inside of a human house.”

“It’ll have more prey, at least,” Greypaw said. “And not fake ones, like that whatever-it-was you were talking about.”

Spottedleaf turned her head and tilted it curiously.

“Oh, I told these guys about this slab my old owner had,” Firepaw said to her. “It would show things on it.”

“Like reflections in the water,” Ravenpaw added.

Spottedleaf’s ear turned a little to the side. “It wasn’t, perchance, visions from ancestors, was it?”

“Nah.” Firepaw shook his head. “Just images. They were fake.”

Spottedleaf blinked. Then she huffed a breath. “I suppose nothing humans do makes much sense. Their houses, their cars, all such mysteries.”

“Cars aren’t too mysterious,” Firepaw said. “Once you’ve been in them and moved around, they’re not much to talk about.”

The other cats stopped in their tracks and turned fully to him, eyes bulging.

Firepaw looked between them nervously. “What?”

“You’ve been in a car?” Greypaw asked slowly.

“I mean…” Firepaw tilted his head a little, considering how to describe the concept. “Every house cat has. You have to go to the vet once in a while, or you get adopted into a new house. My old owner had one, and, well, I didn’t know how it worked, but I know what it’s like inside one.”

He paused, mostly to hold back a snort at how even Spottedleaf was staring at him in amazement.

“Don’t leave it there!” Greypaw lifted a paw and stomped it on the ground. “Tell us! What’s it like?”

“Oh, well…” Firepaw rolled a shoulder. “It’s pretty small, and the floor is made of stuff that kind of feels like moss. Then it has chairs—like stumps, for sitting on—and those are really smooth and slippery. And it’s got windows made of glass, that see-through stone, and you can lift your head up and watch the world go by. It’s kind of scary at first, but you get used to it.”

He left it there, because any further information he had would reveal that he had wailed like a newborn the entire first ride, and the next he had been in a panic trying to escape through the windows. He didn’t need to add that; he’d probably lose some of the awe the Clanborn cats were gawking at him with.

“It didn’t hurt you at all?” Spottedleaf asked.

“No, it’s just uncomfortable.” Firepaw took a step forward, trying to hint that they should keep moving. “It’s noisy and it shakes a little the whole ride.”

Spottedleaf took the hint and started walking again. The apprentices trotted along, though all of them kept darting looks at Firepaw. He decided to add on a little bit for flavor.

“I mean, in certain areas it shakes less,” he said. “It depends on how fast the car’s going. Where I lived, they all stayed slow. Which was lucky, since there were other cats living there.”

Ravenpaw tilted his head, observing Firepaw. “I’ve never really heard you talk about the other kittypets. Didn’t you have friends?”

“I had one,” Firepaw replied. His heart went a little heavy as he thought of Smudge. “But, you know, I’m not allowed to talk with him again. I don’t think the others would miss me, anyway.”

“It sounds like you don’t really miss them, to me,” Ravenpaw said. “I mean, you don’t seem to miss kittypet life in general.”

Firepaw blinked as he considered this. “You’re right, actually. I thought I’d miss it, but I’ve hardly even thought about it since I came to ThunderClan. It’s a lot better out here. Just— you know, like... it’s colder, sure, but I feel more alive out here. Really awake. You’re always half-asleep when you’re a kittypet.” He lowered his head a little, suddenly self-conscious. “I don’t know if that makes sense, but that’s just how it feels.”

Spottedleaf looked at him approvingly. “It does make sense. You were wise to come live with us. This is certainly where you belong.”

Firepaw relaxed and raised his head again. “I’ve never wanted to go back, honestly. I’ve been missing way too much in the world.”

“And you’ve got a lot more to see,” Greypaw said. “So keep sticking around.”

Firepaw purred a little. “Will do.”

Silence fell over the party again, but it was one of silent contemplation rather than exhaustion. Firepaw watched the landscape as they trotted through it, adoring the breeze bending the grass and heather around him and carrying distant, strange scents to his maw. The sun itself was a luxury, warming him to the core and drying the peat enough that he wasn’t stepping in mud. The beauty of the wild surrounded him.

It couldn’t get any better than this.

Spottedleaf led the apprentices towards the moor of WindClan, only pausing once to warn them to stick close to her before continuing on. They were close enough to the road for its rank to reach them, but they were still on the grassy slope a good distance above it.

“Will we be in trouble if they see us?” Ravenpaw asked anxiously. “Shouldn’t we stay down there?”

“Oh, don’t worry, chrii,” Spottedleaf soothed. “We’re on our journey to the Mother, and you’re with me. We can go wherever we like.”

The wind picked up, bringing with it the earthy scent of WindClan. Spottedleaf stopped and lifted her tail to get the apprentices to do the same, which they did. Firepaw looked around, searching for whatever she’d noticed, but couldn’t see anything until the shrubs close to him shifted. He jumped in surprise as a group of toms pushed through—all tall and lean.

Spottedleaf blinked and turned to face them, bowing her head respectfully. “Well! I didn’t expect to see you today, Rookstar.”

The angular black-and-white tom didn’t say anything at first. His eyes slowly roamed over her and the young toms, slightly narrowed. Firepaw caught sight of Wrenpaw and waved his tail, a little nervous until Wrenpaw calmly waved back.

“Hello again, Spottedleaf,” the last tom said. He was grey and faintly striped, with one ear ruggedly split down the middle. Firepaw’s own ear twitched as a phantom pain mirrored the WindClan cat’s injury. “Mother?”

Spottedleaf nodded. “I didn’t want to risk walking by the road. I hope that’s alright.”

“Seer business,” said Rookstar quietly. “Go where you like. Would you prefer an escort?”

“Oh, no,” Spottedleaf said cheerfully. “We’ll be alright, as long as your friends aren’t around.”

“They aren’t.” Tornear’s chin lowered a little, but his eyes were trained on the tortoiseshell. “The badger’s gone.”

“Been gone for a while,” Wrenpaw added. His voice was just as flat as the older toms’. “We handled that.”

“Good!” Spottedleaf curled her tail. “Then, if it’s quite alright, we can go alone. We’re stopping at the Barn and hunting there.”

Rookstar gave her one slow nod. He looked over the apprentices again and his gaze lingered on Firepaw for a moment. Firepaw met his eyes and tried to make his blink as friendly as possible. Rookstar looked away and at his followers.

“Deadfoot’s patrol should be done in the east by now,” he said. He added to Spottedleaf, “You’re free to roam.”

“Thank you, prra.” Spottedleaf bowed her front half and gestured to the apprentices. “Let’s not scare their prey. Come along!”

Greypaw hurried after her, almost nervous, and the WindClan cats turned and started to walk away. Firepaw made a few steps before noticing silence behind him. He looked back—Ravenpaw was staring after the WindClanners. Firepaw couldn’t see his face, but he seemed quite focused.

“Ravenpaw?” he asked.

Ravenpaw jolted, shook his head and almost ran after Firepaw. “Sorry, sorry.”

Firepaw waited for him to catch up to him before asking in a low voice, “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Ravenpaw said, almost before Firepaw had finished talking. “Just thinking. That’s all.”

Firepaw tilted his head, but he didn’t push. Ravenpaw looked very embarrassed, and he picked up his pace, overtaking his friend. Firepaw decided to let it go and followed along, glancing back one last time at where the leader and his crew had walked away.

To his great surprise, they were completely gone. Not one blade of grass rustled or bent, no scent anymore, nothing.

Curious.

Bluestar was right. They were quite stealthy after all.

[shokobuns]

I THINK

how can i tell you? 

pairing: miya osamu x reader

genre: fwb to lovers!, fluff, angst with happy ending, smut (in beginning)

word count: 1.5k

warnings: beginning has smut, unprotected sex, praise, pretty vanilla

note: I THINK - tyler the creator

his fingers brush against your bare skin.

the feeling shoots to your core as he pulls down your panties, throwing them off somewhere in his bedroom. osamu leaves open mouthed kisses across your neck, down to your chest and your back arches off the bed when he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking softly. your fingers tangle in his hair, urging him to stay close.

“so needy, angel,” he purrs. his words send shivers down your spine, making your head dizzy with anticipation.

you can feel his cock slap against your thigh and a moan to falls from your lips. you need him right now. your cunny aches, slick stains the sheets, and his teasing only makes you want him even more. osamu likes to pretend he has the upperhand, but he’s just as needy.

“tight, always so fucking tight,” he mutters, his length stretching out your little hole, your nails dragging down his back. your head is thrown back as he ruts into you and he’s big, the head of his cock reaching deep inside of you, walls desperately trying to accommodate for his girth. his fingers come down to rub your clit, every thrust bringing a pleasurable pain and it turns you into a moaning mess.

each squelch echoes throughout the bedroom, but you’re too consumed by his body to notice. too consumed by his mouth placing wet kisses on your chest, back up to your parted lips. too consumed with the way he pistons into your fluttering walls. you eye the creamy mess between the two of you, clamping down at the sight. “fuck, angel, you feel so good.”

he brings his hands to the back of your knees, pinning them to your chest. the new angle causes your eyes to roll back and tears to form - it feels like he’s literally in your guts. before you know it, your orgasm washes over you in waves while osamu spills inside of you.

now.

he closes his eyes as he comes down from his high, hand delicately brushing yours. the opportunity had laid itself right in front of you. light beaming through the window, illuminating the best features of his post sex body. blanket pulled over your figure, confidence rushing through your veins. you were sure there wouldn’t be a time just like this one again.

yet you just can’t quite get the words out of your mouth.

he was your roommate, more importantly, a long time friend. you both supported each other, mentally and physically, the arrangement starting with the opening of his restaurant. he was a friend in need of stress relief. what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t offer to help him out?

but a debate brewed deep inside your mind. would it be selfish to tell him? to expose the feelings that had started developing long before the sex just because you couldn’t take it anymore? to ruin your friendship because of your own intolerance?

would it be too selfish to not say anything?

you could continue to start your mornings just like this everyday, with osamu’s cock buried deep inside your dripping cunt, sunshine gracing his sweaty body. maybe you wouldn’t get the meaningful kisses, the reciprocated feelings. it would all be temporary once he finds the right girl to settle down with, but it’s still something. just not his heart.

your thoughts rush to your mind at full speed and you can’t. “s-samu,” you barely choke out, still trying to formulate what you had to tell him, still weighing on whether it was worth it or not.

“hmm?” he responds while wiping off the stickiness between your thighs. he looks up at you with a gaze that makes your heart pound, a gaze that makes your breath catch in your throat.

“i forgot what i was going to say.” you manage to respond, but it’s not right. a deep guilt settles inside of you. your stomach turns.

“alright, well, i have to go to work. see you later?”

“of course.”

you let out a sigh, getting up from the bed and stumbling to your room. slipping off one of osamu’s shirts (your laundry tends to get mixed up with his), you make your way to your bed before screaming into your pillow.

it hurts. you can’t stop thinking about osamu and it hurts. the feeling of his soft black hair between your fingers, the way his arms cage around you when he doesn’t want to leave the bed, the pounding in your heart at the very thought of him. you made a mistake.

maybe you were allowed to be selfish because you would just be hurt over and over again at the internal reminder that happiness with osamu would always be fleeting. it would only ever be his body. and it would only be a matter of time until you had nothing except for a painful friendship.

-

his lunch break.

you missed another chance, but you would tell him during his lunch break for sure. quickly, you typed out a text on your phone to which he immediately responded with a smiley face. sure, you might get a broken heart out of this, but at least you would also get free onigiri.

after looking at the mirror one more time, you slipped on a long coat and headed out of the door of your shared apartment before driving to your destination.

even though osamu was evidently exhausted, he still managed to effortlessly look beautiful.

he insists that he’s fine despite the fact that he’s slouching in his seat, his chin is resting on his hand, and his eyes are nearly closed. it’s the familiar face of someone who’s about to fall asleep and of course you would know his sleeping face since you admire it every morning.

eventually, he gets up to shape some rice balls and stuff them up in his mouth like a squirrel. you do your best to hide your face in your hands while snickering at the sight. “what are ya laughing at, huh?”

“nothing. you just kind of eat like a child.”

“am i supposed to eat a rice ball with my fingers up or something?” he flicks your forehead across the table causing you to scrunch your nose and roll your eyes. he calls out your name and waves a hand in front of your face,  but you ignore him, thinking of the right words to say. “(y/nnnnnn)?”

“sorry, i just have something important to tell you.” you take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you prepare.

but when you open your eyes, he’s looking at you with wide eyes through his long lashes, an expression of concerning flashing across his face. his soft lips are pursed together and when his fingers come down to brush your hand, you lose your train of thought. “yes?” he responds before interlocking your fingers.

your breath hitches. “i forgot what i was going to say.”

“not again.” he chuckles.

“sorry.”

you drive back home with an ache in your heart.

-

new years eve. december 31st.

you need to tell him at some point. it’s inevitable. and if you don’t, he’ll leave at some point anyways.

it’s the only thing on your mind as you drink from the red solo cup in your hand while the sound of atsumu’s voice fills his apartment. it’s almost midnight, the peak time he spouts out random bullshit and osamu reassures the rest of the party that they aren’t related.

a hand grabs yours and when you look at the owner, familiar grey eyes bore into yours. his cheeks are a rosey red, his hair sticks up, and he’s warm. no one notices when he pulls you out the door, into the hallway, and up a flight of stairs.

once he opens the door, the cold air bites at your bare arms, but he’s quick to hand you over his jacket to which you mutter a small “thank you.”

he nods in response while you both look at the skyline of the city. the moon is bright, contrasting with the rest of the night sky. “so what are we doing up here?” you ask, turning towards him.

“just taking a break.” he replies, eyes filled with adoration as he gazes at the moon. there’s a slight smile on his face, a soft expression that compliments his heated cheeks. the night sky is pretty, but somehow, osamu still manages to look even prettier.

“i think i fell in love with you, samu.”

it’s an accidental whisper, something that you’ve said when soft snores leave his lips. your mind doesn’t stop the words from leaving your lips, it’s something you say on impulse, something you say without thinking.

he suddenly blinks, the once soft expression filling with surprise. shit.

“i was joking i swear-”

you’re cut off when his hands cup your cheeks warm up and his lips meet yours.

“been waiting for you to say that.”

[fizzingwizard]

I really wanna write about moominvalley s3 but I have so much other writing to do ;_;

in sum, after rewatching, I really enjoy it. My opinion is that season 2 and 3 should probably have been switched in the order. Obvs certain things would have to be changed (Moomintroll can't come back from a trip he hasn't left on yet, lol). This is just my personal opinion because the tone and build up at the end of season 2 is not answered at all in season 3. Of course, that implies the tension would get a release in season 4... which is no guarantee at all at this point.

(meant this to be so very short but as usual I rambled on and on... sooo under a cut it goes x'D - spoilers obvs)

If I had to guess where the story's going as we head towards the finale, every strong story point has involved themes of leaving/separation/fears of, etc. So as a storyteller, my theory would be that we're building up to a more major separation of some kind in season 4. But storyteller instincts, clearly, have no importance in this situation. I've been wrong many, many, many times in the past with other shows for that same reason: to me it seems you absolutely need X for the story to come together, but the creators are perfectly happy without it.

(Incidentally, I only rarely run into the same problem with books - even YA.)

But I made this post not to complain x'D Because it's not a complaint, it's more a wish/a longing, because I prefer stories that go somewhere than ones that are episodic and development that happens in one episode has no effect in the next. If you're going to do that, I think you have to be careful how strong you make you the emotional impact, because steam without a vent has nowhere to go...

(holy shit I'm still complaining) I REALLY LIKED THE SEASON THOUGH. From episode 5 on, I loved every episode except 12. Also love the first episode. I want to love 2-4, but while I like the themes in them, I find them pretty lackluster, more the sort of run-of-the-mill storyline you find in any cartoon and not a lot of Moomin-y moments. But things definitely pick up again. I VERY MUCH miss the songs they picked for each episode in s1 & 2 (currently listening to s1 soundtrack because I missed it so much :P) but, despite that, the background music was used very effectively.

(Also, the song in ep 9 that Moominpappa and Mrs Fillyjonk sing is awesome. Little My commenting "How do we all know this?" when the dance starts had me in stitches x'D if any character's gonna break the fourth wall, it should be her)

The episode that tears me in two ways the most is the finale, Midsummer Magic. I want to love it!! I love the Hobgoblin's return, I loved his "gifts" to Moomintroll, Snufkin, and Sniff. And I loved the scene at the well... I might ship Snorkmyden after all bahaha. (But tbh Little My looking into the well and seeing the Hobgoblin for an instant was my absolute favorite bit... Also, it was Toffle's Tall Tales that made me a Snorkmyden fan ^^)

But I did find that there was just too little story development for me to really enjoy the finale. Like, aside from getting brainwashed by the gifts, why were Sniff and Snufkin even there? They don't do anything. And as cool as it was to see the Hobgoblin again, he just didn't have the cool factor this time. Just my opinion though.

Well, of course, I loved Lonely Mountain xP holy cheez wiz. it's good and funny. And the sidestory with Little My! By the way, do you know Nutkin...

This should have been the squirrel's name... then Moomintroll would have Snufkin and Little My would have Nutkin... hahaha (i think im hilarious yes)

And I loooooved Moominmamma in every episode except 12 x'D because I still think 12 was very meh. But Moominmamma and Stinky's partnership was unexpected and EXCELLENT. I really like it. Wasn't sure how I'd feel about MV19 Stinky, but I like him specifically because of how he acts with Moominmamma.

Things I still don't get: why is Snorkmaiden and Sniff going off to find Snork at the end of s2 just completely retconned? (I don't know what other way to explain it!) Why did they bring the lighthouse keeper back with them if there was literally nothing for him to do xD That whole "bring the hattifattener home" thing just feels so shoehorned in... the episode is more about Moominpappa anyway. And Toffle was lovely, I adore them, I'm glad they stuck around. But I hope this isn't the last we see of them, just living happily in the fairground... I was hoping we would get a Toffle & Miffle story remix :P

I'm on the fence how I feel about the Little My centric development too. On the one hand, I like it, because without it she would be the only character who's just always fine. So I agree with the decision to create conflict for her. The trouble is there's so little of it in canon. Little My's job is being okay no matter what xD So her wanting a biological father... her feelings of insecurity about whether she belongs in the Moomin family... they just feel OOC. But they do make sense as natural things a human being would feel. Well, tbh I wish they had gone a different direction with Little My, but I do accept what I go.

I also really liked seeing Snorkmaiden showing more of her personality. Reminded me of some good fanfics. The only issue I have is: will it matter in the final season? Once again, I really want there to be a pay-off to all this development, but who knows...

And with ep 10, I wrote a post about it but got rid of it because it was too nitpicky. I really do like the ep a lot! And will probably write about it again some time. It fits the season's theme of community/tolerance well. But I can't help but feel confused by some of it. I think I really needed some explanation of wtf Snufkin doing this job was supposed to mean. For him, I mean. It's meant to be explained with the "it's important that we make our own choices" thing. The trouble is that Snufkin keeps trying to make his own choices but is blocked over and over ;_; and there just seems to be such social consequences for making the choice he's most comfortable with, even at the very start before he actually agrees to anything, that I'm just not sure that's what the take-away is. Idk. I suppose my preconceptions about Snufkin are coloring my thinking here... I guess I find it hard to believe that any Snufkin could exist who hasn't already learned the importance of making his own choices :/

Still love the episode though. It was really fun seeing Snufkin in a stressful situation and seeing him have an argument with Moomintroll. (I did feel bad when he snapped at Little My... she kinda deserved it but hey, at least apologize since you were wrong, Snuf...) And I get the other moral of the episode, that as alone as we might like to be, we still need someone's help at times... even self-sufficient, independent types like Snufkin depend on others sometimes, and this ep was a reminder of that.

Oh, and the episode with Cedric. I like how MV19 remixes stories and doles out lines randomly x'D But this one was such a jumble! Not in a bad way - I'm just observing. In the story from Tales, Cedric is Sniff's doll who he gives away because Moomintroll told him about the "getting your good deed bad tenfold thing." And then Snufkin tells him a story which is basically similar to Mrs Fillyjonk's role in the episode. But in the ep, Cedric belongs to Mrs Fillyjonk, Snufkin is the one who said the "tenfold" thing, and in the end, Mrs Fillyjonk gives Cedric to Sniff but keeps the topaz eyes? That is what happens in Tales - Snfif finds Cedric lying on the ground with its eyes removed because they're valuable - but tbh I was surprised Mrs Fillyjonk would do that. In the beginning, we do see the gleam of Cedric's eyes reflected in hers... but does that mean she kept them because they're valuable..? I thought it was clear she'd grown past that. So it's more like she kept them as a keepsake. But... that's so weird, removing a stuffed toy's eyes... xD

Ok going back to writing now. Still have more to say but I'm just prattling incessantly now lol so I'll take a break. I wish I could write concisely but I'm very prone to word vomit...

ETA: one last thing. About episodes 11 & 12. I like 11 better than 12 but they both highlight the one thing about this season I didn't like... which was that it did a lot more moralizing than earlier seasons. S1 and 2 did it too, but this was to almost cloying levels at time. Yes, I think Moominpappa needs to appreciate the adventures he has at home. That doesn't mean I don't want the side of him which longs for something beyond and which keeps one foot in his youth to go away. Or that I think it's bad. These characters have actual complexity... why water that down to morals and lessons? I've talked about t before, but I'm generally against moralize in kids TV. Just write the story and the kids will learn something from it. You don't need to beat them over the head with it.

THAT BEING SAID... I know this episode is based on that story from Tales, in which Moominpappa pretty much comes to the same conclusion: that his adventure is at home with his family. So I shouldn't be bothered! ... It's just, that story "predates" Moominpappa at Sea. (We don't technically have a timeline, it's just the order of publication.) So I guess in my head, that meant Moominpappa was only temporarily content at home, and the whole lighthouse story was that side of him coming out again and bringing things to a head. Doing it the other way around feels weird because the lighthouse was so fraught and this is so... not! It's just out of balance. To me. I admit, this is coming from imagining what I want from a Moomin show... but it's not my show xP And in the interest of fairness - would the 90s show have done the same thing? totally. It just would have been a little more charming haha

[taones]

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 // 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

Pairing: kyoutani x gender neutral!reader

Notes: Welcome to another multi part series! I hope you guys like it mwah

Warnings - Kyoutani gets mad but not at the reader, nothing much, very main character in a ya novel but it’s cute

“C’mon mad dog it’s not-”

Kyoutani growled, cutting his captain off. He needed to leave and he needed to leave right now. If not, he would end up bouncing the volleyball in his hands off said captain's head. The gym floor squeaked under his heels as he turned and stormed out, ignoring the calls from his team mates.

The grounds of the school were eerily quiet, most people were home or at their own sports clubs so nobody was there to bother Kyoutani as he sped across the courtyard. Did he know where he was going? No. But he knew he had to get away from the concrete walls decorated with posters with messages so positive it made him want to gouge his eyeballs out. 

The gardens. They were calm and nobody had used them in years so he may as well go there just to find some quiet to rage in his own time. Stupid volleyball. Stupid Oikawa. You had to love the mouthy captain but sometimes he got on the wrong side of Kyoutani’s mood and it became too much. Anyone could do it but his captain had a particular talent for grating on his nerves.

The leaves of the rose bushes surrounding the school gardens came into his line of sight and he felt himself relax at the sight. It was amazon what nature could do. If he wasn’t lying, he preferred nature. There was something about the leaves and the dirt that was so unassuming and calming to him. Not to mention the presence of animals. While his favourite was dogs, the sound of birds above him or squirrels shuffling round the trees was delightfully mundane and something even he could appreciate.

The entrance to the gardens was a rusted old gate, around mid-stomach on him. It had obviously been a rather gaudy yellow and he couldn’t say he was mad about the fact it had faded to a more muted, pastel variant of the colour. The blonde couldn’t see much past the sharp turn on bushes but he heard nothing so chose to open the gate anyway. It didn’t creak, almost like it had been recently oiled. 

There was no sound as he walked into the garden apart fro the running water from the pond in the corner. He was shocked at the way it looked however. Flower beds were newly planted, roses growing out of the hedge-fence looked a lot healthier than they did on the outside. There was even growing vegetables on some of the patches and bags of soil leant up against the tree in the corner. The garden had been off limits to everyone since the teacher running the club had retired, nobody had shown any interest in it so it was left bare.

A shuffle caught the blondes attention. He turned, staring towards the tree just in time to catch a glimpse of h/c hair disappearing behind the trunk. 

“Hello?” he grunted, guards now returned. 

You peaked out from behind the tree, eyes widened in slight fear. He recoiled at the sight of you. He knew it was after hours but your uniform was caked in soil and you had too-large gardeners gloves on your hands.

(Pov switch)

You stared, wide eyed, at the boy in front of you. He was wearing the volleyball uniform but you didn’t know anything about the team. The sports teams of the school were uninteresting to you, as were most of the students. This meant you had never quite cared enough to learn the names of who were considered the school's best assets. 

This boy though, he was interesting. You were the only person allowed in the schools garden. You were also one of the only people that knew about it but that was irrelevant. Why was he here? Taking in his strained posture and heavy breathing, you extended an arm of sorts.

“Are you okay?” you asked gently, coming out from behind the tree.

After he saw all of you, he relaxed a little. His eyes were still squinted in caution. You sighed, if he was gonna stay there then you may as well go back to your gardening. The moment you planted yourself next to the flower bed he visibly relaxed.

“Yeah i’m fine” he grunted, “got mad”

You hummed, patting the space next to you on the ground. Obviously, he probably wouldn’t take it but it was worth a try to be accomodating. The blonde boy hadn’t exactly stomped all over the plants so you assumed he had to have some sort of respect for the growth around you.

To your surprise, he sat down. Not next to you but around a metre away, on the corner of the flower bed. You saw him run his fingers across the top of the daisies on the grass and close his eyes.

Pausing, you stared at the boy who was breathing in deep breaths of the air around him as if he’d been starved of it. The air was different here, not as stuffy as the rest of the school. It seemed like the first time he had been truly calm in a while. Knuckles that were covered in scars danced gently across the grass and petals of the porcelain flowers. The creases that were in his eyebrows smoothed out and you could see the boy’s face, free of the stress. You knew the girls in your school were crazy about the captain of the volleyball team but you think this boy was just as gorgeous.

“So,” you began, “I’m y/n”

He grunted, shifted out of his daydream.

“Kyoutani Kentarou” 

You smiled. Despite answering you, he had yet to open his eyes and was still gently stroking the daisies.

“You seem to like the daisies” you muse, determined to get more than a word out of him.

“They’re nice” he said, “they’re kind of a weed, grow where they're not wanted. But people like them anyway, unlike dandelions.”

Your smile dropped into a look of sympathy.

“Personally, i think dandelions are beautiful” you replied, “it’s why i don’t pull them up”

You gestured around the garden, which was really more of a field. There were dandelions everywhere, accentuating the bright colours of the garden.

“Even if some people don’t like them, I do.  They grow through concrete and shit you know? I admire that”

He grunted again but cracked open an eye again to look at you while you were talking. This was progress.

“I would offer to let you help” you say, standing up.

“However, i think your practice just finished and i’d prefer to keep this place to myself… and you i guess”

He looked up at you, muttering a small apology.

“Hey it’s fine, you’re not so bad Kentarou. I wouldn’t mind you helping me out”

He smirked a bit at that, eyes following your figure as you disappear round the rose bush. A trail of soil followed you, falling off your clothes as you walked. 

It seems he would have to come back.

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