#i dont reblog enough of the mayor

[waywardsalt]

oh yeah i’ve got a bunch of loz aus that i haven’t really talked about. a few of them are listed and slightly explained in this poll and explanation reblog but i haven’t gone out of my way to actually list the aus i have and really explain them. so that’s what this post is for. here are some... decently simple explanations of my major aus and what they're generally about

i have two kinds of aus: original aus (loz aus that are set in their own kinds of worlds with their own stories and twists on character roles) and then crossover aus (we all know how this works i just mash loz and a thing i like together)

original aus: (many currently dont have actual titles, so the titles will often just be concept shorthand)

in the court of the crimson king/crimson king au: probably the most developed and closest to being written out. it's got one of the longer premises; set in a industrial-esque hyrule city, following linebeck as the main character, as the adoptive older brother of link and aryll, living with them and their grandmother as the only one able to reliably make money to pay for rent and food, leaving every other week to do jobs, but he moonlights as the 'demon of the gray moon', a masked persona he'd created as a child that had long since become a city-wide urban legend, anonymously taking unsavory jobs from whomever can contact him and offer pay, often working directly for bellum, a childhood friend, the one who enabled and trained him to become the demon, and one of five anonymous leaders of the city. linebeck effectively lives a double life, and tries to stay out of too much trouble to avoid drawing attention to himself or making his adoptive family worry, but he gets dragged into more and more danger as bellum becomes curious about the identities of the city's other leaders, and linebeck falls in love with a man named ganondorf, suspected to be one of those other city leaders. ive got a few posts related to it already: this one being another vague concept descriptor, this one being an actual scene i have written out.

'gimmick' au: i cannot explain the gimmick without spoiling the au. put simply, in this au, hyrule as a whole has been at war for ten years, every race and kingdom taking sides in a conflict that seems to be going nowhere. link joined the hylian army young, and has made his way up the ranks to become trusted by queen zelda herself, and things in the war take an interesting turn as he and zelda discover a new faction, unaligned with any particular kingdom and with unknown motives, and zelda decides to set out to the different parts of hyrule, link and a chosen group of trusted allies in tow, intending to try negotiation one more time before things take a turn for the worse.

sci-fi/space au: the fun one that probably would need to be done in a visual medium. it takes place in a solar system of a few planets, link growing up on the planet hyrule and occasionally traveling to the others as a knight specializing in investigating and taking down dangerous bounty hunters, working for zelda as a friend. he and zelda uncover a plot by the yiga clan to accumulate a number of highly dangerous research and weapons held by each species as they aim to resurrect a demon to wreck havoc on the solar system- the b plot being about the top bounty hunters in the solar system screwing around, eventually colliding with link and zelda's a plot as it begins to involve them.

murder mystery(?) au: one of the older ones, maybe one of the oldest that i still stick with. this might actually be one of the first ones i tried writing. the plot begins when zelda returns to hyrule city years after her father- the former mayor- was murdered, finding that he has been replaced by ganondorf and that while things seem fine enough on the surface, random and organized crime run the show, and she begins a private detective agency as 'sheik', a masked young man, and with the help of impa, and old friend and confidant, she moonlights as sheik and uses her daytime identity as zelda to help chip away at some of the city's biggest problems and finds herself drawn into a long string of murders that appear to be anything but random violence.

ruined hyrule 1: i have two au’s with the premise of hyrule being ruined. neither of them have more specific names yet. this one begins with the majority of greater hyrule's population having long since locked themselves in hyrule castle town in order to escape the increasingly dangerous wildlife. zelda, a young girl at the beginning, becomes curious about what lies beyond the city walls, and makes friends with many other children within this sheltered hyrule, and as they grow up together, aim to eventually venture out into the wilderness to see what may have caused the outside world to become so incredibly hostile.

ruined hyrule 2: the other ruined hyrule. set in a devastated hyrule, roughly ten years after the royal family was killed, link failing to save them or hyrule in the time since. he now resolves to set out and indiscriminately destroy every demon that plagues the ruined hyrule, meeting and bringing along various allies, each of which has been uniquely affected by and have different lived in this altered, dangerous shell of hyrule.

modern (school): i also have two modern aus. this one isn’t plot driven, just a concept i have, would work best as little vignettes or something. essentially just the idea of a group of loz characters hanging out together in a modern high school (or college?) setting.

modern: this is the one with an actual plot. follows the general idea of zelda characters living in a modern world only for the typical legends to begin resurfacing and heralding dark events. plot specifics are murky, but that's the general idea.

dark mage: this is the au that where the seas meet the sands takes place in. basically just ganondorf x linebeck shenanigans in this alternate hyrule while actual plot sneaks up on them. named 'dark mage' mostly because the initial idea behind this au was that linebeck would learn magic.

horror au: doesn't have the best name, and it's ended up just being a personal sandbox for me. constantly changing, with the cast and setting often altering if i find that something isn't working or sticking. it's an au i've considered (and even briefly tried) writing in the past, but it's still too fluid, and writing horror effectively is difficult. it's a fun au, though.

mecha au: spawned because i watched neon genesis evangelion. a lot of this au's basic concepts can be found here: x but the short version is that hyrule is being besiged by massive monsters, but each race has created their own mechs to combat them. link is just a farmer who happens to have a strange knack for being a mech user, so is brought in by zelda as a gamble to bolster their chances, and he is tasked with working with a new and less-than-trustworthy crew to help fight those monsters.

'amnesia link' au: an au that sprang up in about a day and hasn't gotten too far since. basic premise being that three years prior to the story, link and a group of allies has faced off against ganondorf and, despite their best efforts, lost, with link being presumed dead by their enemies. now, link has woken up from his coma, his memories gone and hyrule taken over, and, with guidance, must once again travel across hyrule, aiming to rediscover his allies and try to face ganondorf once more.

A quick list of crossovers: I won't explain these in length, since they can range from having their own plot to just being a fun mental concept. So, the things I have made crossover aus with are:

Warrior Cats

Batman

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Persona 5

Pokemon

(there are other, smaller ones, these are just the ones i consistently pay attention to)

So! These are the majority of my legend of zelda aus, some of which I may write, some of which just exist in my mind for fun, all of which I wouldn't mind talking more about if anyone is curious!

[nightingale-wayne]

SEASON 5 EPISODE 12 "THE BEGINNING..."

All my thoughts feelings and everything else about this episode will be written here :)

Starting off, we never skip a recap

Man I really messed up spelling commissioner xD

Said this on the last post but AAA SEASON ONE BEGINNING/END SCREEN what a throwback 🥺🥲

HE HAS A MOUSTACHE and Harvey looks the same haha

Aubrey James is Mayor again 😒

Awwww Baby Barbara, also love adult Barb's hair

EDDIE'S HAIR IS SO LONG OMG

Damn, Jeremiah had seen better days xD

LEE!! With longer hair!

NOOOO HE SHAVED IT OFFF

Oooo Lee has some red in her hair it's pretty 😍

SELINA!!!! Looks almost entirely the same! That's great!

NO HARVEY YOU DIDNT DONT GO TO JAIL FOR THAT PLEASE HARVEY NO

Omgomgomgomg PENGUIN! Now he is more Penguin-y!

He has a fucking collapsible hat xD

BATMAN!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK YES

BATMAN OMG

Ah yes, the pier from forever ago, what a nice parallel

Fuck yea Jim, swim away xD

ALFRED!!!!

Eddie's suit omg I love it 😍

THE LAST SECOND LEEE LETS GOOO!

THE PURPLE SUIT (JACKET) AND THE HARLEY QUINN SUIT

We gotta kinkshame Ecco, she called Jeremiah daddy xD

FINALLY MORE BATMAN!!!!! YESSSS!!!!

As you can tell, I love Batman:)

YESSS AND OF COURSE SELINA KNOWSSSS!!

POINTY EARSSSS

YESSS FINALLY HIS FACE (BEHIND THE MASK IG XD)

BATMAN!!!!!!

Omg

The bat symbol behind the Gotham

The first confrontation of Batman and Joker

The batarang going through Jokers hand

Not being able to see Batman fully until the end of the episode

Everything was just

Perfect

I loved watching Gotham so much

It had its flaws

And I probably won't be able to watch it again until I can get the DVD set if I can

But I loved it!

The characters

The suspense

How in the beginning it felt like a cop show but had just enough DC universe in it to take you away

How it shows what the real Gotham would be

Which is just an average city with

...

Lotta weirdos running around

I loved this so much

And I also loved recording my reaction to it

Reblog by reblog

It was a very fun time to experience this

With all of you

Even if I did flood the tags just a little bit

But now everything is said and done. My watch through of Gotham is over. My commentary is over. Please, if you have any suggestions for what to watch, preferably Batman related, please do recommend. And do say whether you'd like a commentary of that too.

This time was wonderful. My life feels full.

I will see all of you very soon. Goodbye and don't die!

[charrfie]

May I ask for Wilfre headcanons? More specifically, I remember that you reblogged my depressed Wilf hcs and mentioned that those go along w some of your own headcanons so I'd appreciate some in that direction. Other headcanons are fine too tho.

Well of COURSE I have wilfre hcs I'm just trying to figure out where to start bc there are SO MANY

It's a fairly obvious one, as I'm pretty sure the entire dtl fandom agrees on this, but Wilfre's forms of self care are practically nonexistent- especially when it comes to his sleeping schedule. He's practically made himself nocturnal; staying up late into the night and waking up late in the day. During when he becomes the shadow version of himself though, he finds he doesn't need to sleep as much

Speaking of things he doesnt need to do as much when he becomes a shadow! Eating also falls under this lack of necessity! Something funny about this though is when Wilfre takes the form of a completely normal raposa (cough cough like Sock cough) all these necessities come flooding back to him. When he gets onto the boat with Jowee and everyone else, the realization of "oh hey! I havent eaten in years haha" hits him and he practically gets through the entire food stock the villagers have gathered before they get to Lavasteam

As for the specifics you asked for though...

Shortly before his shadow corruption, if it wasn't obvious enough already, Wilfre's mental health is completely down the drain. He internalizes a lot of the things he feels, even from Mayor (close friend), Dr. Cure (friends, grew up together), and Cookie (friend/semi-father figure?), which is saying a LOT due to how he used to tell them everything. Of course, him keeping all his inner conflict to himself makes things worse, and leads to his inevitable demise

Art is actually an extremely important thing to Wilfre, more than simply a talent he uses to draw in the book of life. It's also a HUGE coping mechanism for him (we really out here projecting onto characters ✌😔), one that he uses quite often to calm himself when his self-sabotaging thoughts get too loud and his anxiety spikes. His favorite thing to draw is portraits!

Trying not to include too much jowfre in this ask in particular bc I know you dont view their relationship the same as I do but I gotta include this......... while disguised as Sock on the ship, Wilfre finds himself incredibly anxious and upset about accidentally revealing who he truly is to everyone and hurting Jowee in the process. During this time, he desperately wants to draw his thoughts away but he can't, as the persona he's put on purposefully has bad handwriting and an inability to draw (the opposite of himself to draw suspicion away). However, sometimes things get too bad for him and he caves to his coping mechanism, doodling different raposa on Turtle Rock (specifically Jowee haha). He hides the papers some place no one can find them... that is until after he reveals himself as Wilfre. Jowee finds the papers a day or so after the big reveal and gets even more upset about the whole situation than he already is :^((( he wants to throw all the drawings into the ocean and get rid of every trace of them, but cant bring himself to

This uh. Got very out of hand very quickly, and got VERY long but uh. Hopefully this works for now. I have so many more things to include later on some day lmao

[tinalbion]

(You dont have to answer this until your ready) But i saw the little mermaid comic you reblogged and now im curious, how would jason, mayor buckman and micheal react to a mermaid gf??

That’s honestly a good idea, and a rather cute one, too. ♡

Jason

• For Jason, it would be easy to figure out that you’re more than just another human, especially when he catches a glimpse of you in Crystal Lake. He would only believe he’s seeing things at first.

• Your first thought was he was definitely not the typical type that stayed in camp, and he was rather violent, so you kept your distance, never wanting to be seen on land either. 

• One day though, he entered the water as he was chasing after a camper, he caught you in his view, your scales glittering against the rays of the sun that pierced through the water. He thought he was mad, that death had finally caught up to him, but he saw you under the water and stared at you in complete awe.

• You would both meet once it was dark out so none of the nearby campers would notice you two, and he would always just look at you in adoration as you spoke, and you two grew close. Though you could only phase back to your human form once a month for a week, you’d both spend time with one another. 

• He’d hate to see you have to go back to the water, but he was so happy that you somehow managed to reside in his lake. He could be selfish and see you whenever he could.

Mayor Buckman 

• The fact that you were something out of a fairy tale was too much to even think about, but then again, he was a cursed ghost who came back to take revenge on people, so it wasn’t too farfetched for him.

• The Georgia sun was a lot for you to bare, so he would only see you for a week and then you’d disappear. You finally told him why you would be gone for so long, and that’s when he figured that maybe you could stay in town somewhere, closer to him. There was a creek nearby, and that led to a bigger body of water. 

• You have truly wanted to make it work and be with him a lot more, so you promised him you’d try. Once you had gotten settled, it did work out for the best, and you couldn’t have been happier. 

• Although you definitely picked a shadier spot to dwell, you made it work because you two were almost inseparable.

Michael 

• It comes as a shock to him when he first finds out, but he’s seen some crazier stuff before, so he adapts quicker than expected.

• He was always curious why he wouldn’t see you for weeks on end, and then you appeared from nowhere, it was rather interesting. He knew something was going on.

• When you finally get close enough to him, you let him in on your secret. He’s okay with it, though he’d rather have you close by to his hometown, he understands. 

• Michael likes to come and see you in the lake every once in a while after midnight when he knows people wouldn’t interfere. He mainly likes to just watch you swim around and show him all of the neat things you can do. 

• It would be a very rare occasion where he’d get in with you, but sometimes even The Shape needs to dip his toes in the water. 

[saemi-the-writer]

Deathmaker part 3

Thanks again to everyone who read, commented, liked and reblogged!

Mostly flashbacks and some humor (?) in this part, while this is quite dark, expect some comedic shenanigans in the coming parts (I’ll try^^; ). Some answers will be given later too, dont worry, I’ll do my best!

“Right on time!” Chat Noir exclaimed in his mind before jumping down in front of the akuma’s target, he stood in a defensive posture.

He had meant to arrive sooner, however he had met his share of unexpected elements on his way.

First, he had encountered Ladybug’s kwami. The little thing had come all this way to warn him: he would be on his own this time. Ladybug was hurt, ill. She was in such a bad condition that she couldn’t come to help him. Talk about some pressure! Fortunately, both Tikki (the cute kwami’s name) and Plagg made sure he could purify the akuma.

 “You have your potions for special transformations, don’t you?” urged the ladybug kwami.

“Yes! Which one do I take?” Adrien took his little camemberts out of his pocket to show them to her.

“The pink one! Hold it out to me, please!”

The boy did as told and Tikki put her little paws on it. Her small body glowed an instant before the same light went to circle the piece of cheese.

“I have transferred the purification power to it! Now!”

“Plagg, power up!”

The black kwami swallowed the magic camembert and transformed, soft pink glitters covered his chest with a ladybug right in the middle, he introduced himself as “Depurr-Plagg”. Adrien then transformed.

Second, he had come across Chloé and Sabrina - who had miraculously managed to be spared from the akuma’s wrath – sneaking around. He had thought they were trying to flee from the school and went to help them out, and almost got literally swept away by a broom.

Chloé kept on screaming -which sounded like a mix of a terrified shriek and one those cries fighters shouted in martial arts movies- as she swayed the broom around, almost hitting Sabrina who ended up using an empty bucket as a helmet.

“Wow! Easy, Chloé!” Chat Noir seized the blonde girl “weapon”, cutting her short in her panicked attack.

“O-oh! Chat Noir! It’s you!” she suddenly bounced back in her usual composure. “Well, about time you arrived! Things are going crazy here!”

“Marinette has been akumatized!” Sabrina informed with a trembling voice, the news froze the hero on the spot. “She was changed into an evil seamstress and attacks the people of our class with her works!”

“And when you are caught, you’re turned into a zombie at her command!!” Chloé added before Chat Noir could ask anything. “It’s awful! Worst than when Mlle Bustier was Zombizou! You got kissed and that was it but this!…” the two girls shivered, holding on their makeshift weapons tight.

“She-she really harms, it’s like she kills them before they become her minions!” the red-haired girl now had tears in her eyes. “We saw her choking Mylène with a bandana and she strangled Ivan and Kim at the same time with the leather she used for the bracelets she made them!”

“How did you escape?”

“…the cupboard seemed the safest place- anyway! She didn’t seem very interested in us! She chased after her supposed friends and when she… attacked them, she reminded them of everything she did for them without asking anything in return…”

“-and that this was her last gift to them.”

Chat Noir felt sick to his stomach.

“And don’t look at me! For once, it wasn’t me!” Chloé huffed, crossing her arms. “I bet everyone thought that if Dupain-Cheng were to be akumatized someday, it would be my fault. But it’s not! It’s all Li-liar’s and those ridiculous two goodies-holier-than-thou’s who pretend to be her friends! They are the one who ditched her for Lila! Of course she was upset!”

The mayor’s daughter kept on listing all the reasons of how and why Marinette could have been upset enough to become Hawkmoth’s target and each one pierced through the black cladded hero’s heart. He felt so guilty. How could he have let this happen to his friend?! And having Chloé lecturing him (even if she didn’t accuse his civilian self, he knew he was also responsible for what happened) and defending -in her own way- Marinette stung more than he would like to admit.

“But where is Ladybug? And why is your suit different?”

And last, but not least, he had helped Alya and Mlle Bustier. They had been literally pinned to the whiteboard next to each other, a part of their face covered by a stripped ribbon

Alya was blindfolded by an orange and brown ribbon, Mlle Bustier muzzled by a pink and grey one. Both of them were weeping when founded.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to help you!”

Chat Noir freed them from the pins and helped them down, but it was impossible to remove the ribbons from their faces.

“I’m sorry about that. Please, be patient. Soon, everything will turn back to normal! Chloé, Sabrina, lead them outside and stay there, alright?”

“Thanks Chat Noir…” Alya sobbed, clinging to Sabrina who guided her.

It seemed like she wanted to tell him something else, to confide in him. But she pressed her lips together and let herself be directed out of the room.

He clenched his fists as he rushed to find the akuma.

He had to stop her and quick!

“I’m sorry Marinette… I will save you!”

No matter what, he would. For her sake, he would not fail!

“Look who’s here! The cat is out of the bag! Do you want to play with me, kitty?”

A purple light shaped like a butterfly appeared around Deathmaker’s eyes for a moment.

“Sure.” She smirked and searched inside her little bag. “One at a time though.”

His corrupted friend got several wool balls out and grinned.

“Kitty, kitty! Come play with me, my sweet little cat!”

Chat Noir shuddered at her smile and braced himself as she threw two of them at him.

[wistfulcynic]

Another Brick In The Wall: Chapter 8

a/n: Effusive thanks to @hollyethecurious for the artwork! I love it so much! Thanks also to everyone for reading, commenting, kudos-ing, and reblogging! I'm so pleased by the way people have been engaging with this story. Love you all xxx

Summary: Emma Swan, sheriff’s daughter, mayor’s niece, quarterback’s girlfriend, is the undisputed princess of Storybrooke High. She is smart and confident and used to getting what she wants. What she wants is Killian Jones, the new boy in school. But Killian is not easily manipulated, and reluctant to allow the dark secrets in his past to touch the girl he is rapidly falling in love with.

Rating: T

Read it on AO3: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Tags for: @darkcolinodonorgasm @jennjenn615 and @resident-of-storybrooke

Chapter 8: 

Killian was out of school for a week, for a “mental health break” he called it with a chuckle, apparently a term he’d gotten from Dr Hopper. He saw the psychiatrist daily during this break and spent the rest of his time at the harbour with Liam, working on their boat, reading, playing his guitar, and talking with his brother about everything that had happened. 

“We’ve hashed it all out in excruciating detail,” he told Emma as they sat together in the boat’s cabin, she working on her college essays while he practiced a new song. “It’s such a relief to be able to really talk to Liam again. There was a time when we had no secrets between us. He showed me all the information he had collected on Milah and her situation. Apparently her divorce is almost finalised and next month she’s starting a job teaching English in Japan.” He smiled. “She’ll like that, a chance to travel. What she always wanted.” 

“Hmmmph,” said Emma, glaring at the screen of her laptop as she typed rapidly. 

“Swan,” he admonished, giving her a mock scowl as he strummed a chord at her. 

Emma slammed her hands down on the keyboard. “Killian, I just don’t know how you can be so forgiving after what she did to you.” 

He set the guitar aside and his expression became serious. “I have to be, don’t you see?” he asked, looking at her intently. “I can’t hold on to my anger or it will eat me alive. I didn’t even realise how angry I was until Dr Hopper helped me see it, and how by not acknowledging it, allowing myself to feel it, and then letting it go, I was only hurting myself. Besides, I did genuinely care about Milah, and I’m glad she’s finally in a place where she can be happy.” 

“Hmmmmph.” Emma concentrated on deleting the gibberish she’d produced by her attack on the keyboard.

“A place that doesn’t include me,” said Killian brightly, picking up the guitar again and plucking out a cheery tune. “That’s good, isn’t it Swan?”

“I suppose so,” she grumbled. “Though I’d still prefer if the place was dark and scary and full of nettles.” He laughed heartily at that and she couldn’t hold back an answering smile. “Hey, I’m nearly done with this, will you read it over and make sure it’s okay? Just check my grammar and punctuation and stuff.”

“Of course, love, though I’m sure it’s already brilliant.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Freed from the weight of his worry and guilt, Killian gradually began to smile more easily, and his witty, teasing nature (“cheeky git,” Liam called him, his voice irritated but with a relief so profound it bordered on joy in his eyes) came more readily to the fore. When he returned to school the following Monday, he moved through the halls with a swagger that Emma had never seen on him before. Unlike the arrogant, bullying one that Neal always had Killian’s evoked a simple self-assurance that she had to concede looked really good on him. Despite how much emotional baggage he still had to work through he clearly wasn’t burdened by shame anymore, and equally clearly did not intend to take any crap from anyone. 

This made itself evident that morning when he shut his locker and turned towards his first class, only to find himself confronted by Felix and Rufio. 

“Really, chaps?” he said, raising an eyebrow at them. “You couldn’t even wait until after school so you could chuck me into the bins, like proper high school bullies?”

This mockery went clean over the other boys’ heads, and they continued to block his path, trying to look intimidating while also trying not to be intimidated by Killian’s calm demeanor and his amused expression. 

Felix, the sligtly cleverer of the two, suspected he was being laughed at but couldn’t put his finger on why. He didn’t like it. 

Bristling, he sneered at Killian. “Bet you think you’ve won,” he snarled. “Now that Neal’s in jail and out of the way. Now you can move in on Emma like you did on that—” he broke off as Killian stepped into his space. There wasn’t much difference in height between them, but somehow Felix had the impression of Killian towering over him, his face calm but his eyes darkly furious, and for once in his life he felt a stab of genuine fear. 

“I’m only going to say this once,” growled Killian in the new, lower register his voice had taken on more often of late, “So you’d better listen carefully. Your mate Neal is a criminal, and not even a good one. He’s in jail because he’s stupid, and that’s nothing to do with me. I have no doubt it’s where he’d always have ended up eventually. Bit of advice: If you’re going to steal confidential information, don’t take pictures of the evidence on your phone, and definitely don’t then show those pictures to the sheriff’s daughter. Neal got what he deserved. I now consider this matter closed, and if you or anyone else—” he raised his voice so that the rapidly assmbling crowd of onlookers could all hear, “—tries to take it any further, you will not care for the repercussions.” 

Felix wasn’t sure what “repercussions” were, but the hint of repressed violence in Killian’s manner made him keen not to find out. He had always been content to follow Neal, less out of respect for the other boy than a simple unwillingness to make a thing out of Neal’s belligerent insistence that he should be the one in charge, but he’d always sensed that there wasn’t much substance underneath Neal’s bluster. Killian however didn’t bluster. He simply stated facts, and Felix could tell that he was not the sort of person to make a threat he couldn’t back up with action. Perhaps it was time to step out of Neal’s shadow, thought Felix, and take over leadership of their little gang. He certainly couldn’t do a worse job of it than Neal had, and escalating a pointless conflict with a guy who looked prepared to fight dirty if necessary was much more Neal’s style than Felix’s. He nodded at Killian, and stepped back. Rufio looked surprised but followed his lead. 

Killian nodded back then transferred his glare to the crowd of onlookers, which had grown considerably in the past thirty seconds and now included Emma and Ruby, he could see out of the corner of his eye. “As for what you may have heard about me,” he said, loudly enough for all to hear. “It’s all true.” He smirked for a moment as a gasp went through the crowd, then his expression hardened. “It’s also no one’s business but mine, and those in whom I choose to confide. This is all I have to say on the subject. Now, if you’ll all excuse me I don’t wish to be late for class.” He slung his satchel over his shoulder and headed down the hall, turning his head briefly to shoot Emma a wink. People moved aside to let him pass and as soon as he had turned the corner furious whispering erupted in his wake. 

Ruby pursed her lips. “I may have underestimated him,” she remarked. 

Emma’s heart was pounding, a familiar occurrence where Killian was concerned, but this time it felt different. She’d been worried about how he would react to the ineveitable curiosity and questions from their classmates, but this smooth handling of a potentially explosive situation instead of calming her fears instead filled her with the wild desire to run after him, to fling herself into his arms and kiss them both breathless. 

“He’s just so wonderful,” she sighed, and Ruby laughed. 

“Down, girl,” she teased. “I’ll grant you this one’s worth your time, unlike the douchemaster general, but remember we’re in school. No one wants to see that.” 

Emma rolled her eyes and gave her friend a shove, but the butterflies continued rhumba-ing around her insides, this time accompanied by an odd, hollow sort of ache as she remembered her resolution not to pursue Killian anymore. She was now all but certain that she loved him, that beyond the hot, tingly sensation she always felt in his presence lay a profound devotion. She would do anything for him, sacrifice anything to give him what he needed, and that terrified her. For the first time in her life Emma felt vulnerable, exposed, as though her chest were torn open and her heart lain bare to the mercies of fate and one gorgeous, troubled boy. She hated it. Even knowing that Killian would never intentionally hurt her was no consolation when the truth was that he could hurt her simply by caring deeply for her as a friend. If that was all she could ever have from him she would take it, she knew, without pushing for more, but it would be a wound on her heart that would never heal. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“He’s a bully,” shrugged Killian at lunchtime, when Emma, this time accompanied by a very inquisitive Ruby, found him in the library. “Bullies are just cowards at their core, and cowards are easy to intimidate. He won’t do anything because he won’t want to call my bluff. I might not be able to back it up but he’ll be too scared to risk finding out.” 

“And what would you have done if he had called your bluff?” inquired Ruby. 

Killian shrugged again. “Probably got the shit kicked out of me.” 

“Would you have, though?” Ruby pressed, watching him through narrowed eyes.

He returned her stare with a look of wide-eyed innocence. “There were two of them to only one of me. Seems inevitable.” 

“Does it?” Ruby’s disbelief was almost palpable, and having fenced with Killian for months now Emma shared her friend’s suspicion that he was deliberately underplaying his fighting skills.

“Let’s hope we never have to find out,” said Killian with a small smile, in a tone of voice that made it clear he would answer no more questions on the subject. “I quite like my face arranged the way it is.” 

“It is a nice face,” said Ruby with a wolfish grin that widened as Killian’s ears turned pink. “But I didn’t come here just to flatter you. Victor asked me to ask you if he could have your phone number.”

“My number?” Killian blinked in surprise. 

“Yeah, there’s some concert in Portland and he doesn’t have anyone to go with and he thought you might be interested.” 

“Um, sure, I guess.” Killian rattled off the number and Ruby sent Victor a text. A minute later his phone buzzed and he looked at it, snorting as he read the message. “Bit of a wanker, your boyfriend,” he remarked to Ruby. 

“I don’t know what that is but I’m somehow sure that Victor is one,” smirked Ruby. “Is that gonna be a problem?”

“Not at all, I’m rather fond of wankers,” said Killian absently as he typed his reply. “My brother is one, after all.” His phone buzzed again almost instantly and he raised an eyebrow at what he read on it. 

“Ems, I think maybe we should leave the boys to their chat,” said Ruby, and as much as she hated to sacrifice free time with Killian, from the way he was fixated on his phone, his expression almost gleeful as he typed rapidly, Emma had to admit she was probably right. 

“Okay,” she said. “See you in class in a few minutes, Killian. And maybe hang out after school?”

“Hmmm? Oh, I have an appointment with Dr Hopper at four, but I can text you when I’m done.”

“Okay.” She smiled at him but his attention was back on his phone, so she followed Ruby out of the library trying not to feel too disgruntled. Killian should have other friends, she told herelf firmly, male ones who shared his interests. That was normal, and he could use some normal in his life right now.  

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Over the next few weeks, things at school settled back into a routine, albeit one that was markedly different than it had been. Neal had been officially arrested after David’s investigation, charged with burglary, theft, and theft of a medical record, and was facing up to five years in prison. His parents had put up their house as collateral to pay his bail, but weren’t allowing him to return to school. 

“Not much point when he’ll just go straight back to the slammer after he’s sentenced,” said Ruby viciously. “So much for that football scholarship he was so cocky about.”

Emma tried to find some compassion for Neal and what was basically the wreck and ruin of his future, but couldn’t dredge up a single particle of it. He had committed several felonies for no other reason than to stick it to Killian for outsmarting him and for becoming her friend, and he’d committed them flagrantly and with no thought to the consequences. He’d probably thought there wouldn’t be any consequences. Killian was right: Neal deserved everything that was coming to him, if only for being so colossally, arrogantly stupid. 

People still whispered about Killian as he walked through the halls but true to character he paid little attention. He did, however, gradually began to open up more and allow more of himself to show through his defences, willingly participating in classes and talking to people other than Emma and Ruby. By the time finals week arrived had actually made a few friends. 

Killian reflected wryly that in a twisted sort of way Neal had done him a favour. With all his secrets now out on the open he was free to embrace the opportunity for a new life he’d found in Storybrooke. Not that there had been anything particularly wrong with the old life, at least since his father had finally left. He’d been a mean old drunk, Brennan Jones, and by the time he’d been forced to flee his creditors for good, stealing a boat from Bristol harbour and melting into the offshore underworld, his sons had been glad to see the back of him. Killian thought about what he himself had been like back then, before Milah, and even though it had only been about a year since he’d first become involved with her so much had changed both in his circumstances and in himself, he feared that hopeful, enthusiastic boy was lost forever. Who exactly had taken his place was the question Killian had asked himself daily for weeks now, and he still wasn’t sure how to answer it. He’d become so used to holding everything in, to keeping such a tight rein on his thoughts and feelings that letting them out, accepting that it was okay to express them had become almost unbelievably difficult. The only person he felt even remotely comfortable being fully himself with aside from Liam was Emma, whose support and friendship remained unwavering as he bumbled and struggled thorough the reclamation of his life, and he remained intensely grateful for it. 

Only one thing about Emma troubled him-- that she no longer seemed to be interested in anything beyond his friendship. All the little hints and cues she had been giving him since they’d met were suddenly gone, and while he was relieved to be free of the added stress of constantly resisting something that part of him desperately wanted, he couldn’t help wondering if there was a darker motivation for this abrupt about-face. Perhaps, whispered an evil little voice in his head, Emma was actually more disgusted by his past than she let on and was simply too kind to tell him directly. Maybe the thought of him touching her turned her stomach now. He certainly couldn’t blame her if it did.   

“What do you want from your relationship with Emma?” asked Dr Hopper one afternoon, after Killian had finally brought himself to mention the change in her behaviour. “Do you want it to be romantic?”

Killian frowned, struggling to sort through the complex tangle of his feelings about and for Emma. “I don’t want a romantic relationship with anyone,” he said finally. “I still feel too messed up for anything like that. But I— I’m still really attracted to her. I think about her all the time, about how we kissed at her party, and I want to kiss her again pretty much constantly, but then I remember Milah and how I thought I felt about her, and I just—” 

“You don’t trust your judgement.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Killian, it’s important for you to remember that you have a much more equal relationship with Emma than you ever did with Milah.”

“Equal, with Emma?” Killian snorted. “You have met her, right?”

Dr Hopper smiled patiently. “I understand that you feel she’s beyond your reach, and that’s a separate issue, but what I mean by equal is that she’s your age and at your stage of life. With Milah you were constantly struggling to relate to her life and her experiences, and when you couldn’t you attempted to make up for that by offering her the affection and sexual attention she craved. You forced yourself to offer these things even though you didn’t genuinely feel them because you feared the consequences of not offering them. But with Emma there is no need to manufacture anything. She is placing no demands on you and therefore any attraction and affection you feel for her is genuine.”

“But what should I do about it?”

“Why should you have to do anything? You said you’re not ready for a romantic relationship, and that’s fine. Let yourself heal. The process is slow and frustrating, but believe me you are making progress. Let your feelings for Emma and your relationship with her develop at a pace that is comfortable for you. From what you’ve said it sounds like she will still be there when, if, you’re ready for more.” 

“It’s more than likely she no longer wants more. And even if she did, what happens when she meets someone who isn’t so hopelessly fucked up? Then where does that leave me?”

“Why don’t you worry about that if —not when— it happens?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On the last day before winter break, Emma nervously approached Killian’s locker and handed him an invitation to her parents’ annual Christmas party addressed to him and Liam. 

“It’s just a thing they do every year for their friends and our neighbours,” she began to ramble as he examined the card, certain he would refuse and wanting to delay that painful moment. “My mom loves to entertain, and my dad says it’s good for building a rapport between law enforcement and the community, and—”

“Swan,” interrupted Killian, giving her that soft, indulgent look that said he knew exactly what she was thinking. “I’m sure we’d love to attend. Thank you for inviting us.” 

The butterflies soared in a grand jeté, and she felt like she was flying with them. “Great,” she said trying to keep her voice calm, “I guess I’ll see you then.”

Her delighted smile made his breath catch, and his answering grin set her heart galloping. Their eyes met and held, and as the end of semester chaos whirled around them they stood a breath apart, swathed in frustrated yearning and brittle tension, the only two people in the world.  

Then the final bell rang, and they leapt apart, Emma smoothing her skirt with shaking hands while Killian ran his own trembling fingers through his hair. 

“So, onion rings at Granny’s?” ventured Emma, wanting to kick herself for making him nervous again, after all her resolutions, hoping desperately he wouldn’t pull away. 

Killian sighed in relief, tinged with a hint of disappointment. Granny’s was safe. “Sounds perfect, love,” he said. 

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Shot in the Dark: Bittersweet- Chapter 3

(AND WE’RE BACK. The story is far from over, folks. Lets take a look into the past once more.

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Abe put the car in park and settled back to look at his companion. “You ready for this, kid?”

The dark-haired individual shrugged, staring straight ahead.

“Yeah. Me too.”

It had only been a year since Damien and Emma had gotten married. It had been a small affair, with only a few friends and family present and one of Emma’s lawyer friends as an officiant.

Normally, Abe didn’t care for weddings. He hadn’t been there for Mark’s and he considered that a blessing, especially after what ended up happening. He preferred to keep a clear head when it came to picking sides in such important matters.

For Emma and Damien, however, he made an exception.

Which is why he now sat in the car in front of their house, preparing to make the long walk to the door and change their life, for better or worse, possibly irreparably. “C’mon, kid. Let’s go.”

From the absence of Damien’s car in the driveway, Abe assumed the man was getting overtime at the retirement home. He had hoped that they would both be there, and he nearly turned back at the notion of confronting Emma without her calmer half at her side.

However, when a set of small, tentative fingers wound around his, a glance to his diminutive companion reminded him of his mission.

Emma was there at the second set of knocks. Her dark, curly hair was past her shoulders now, and the sides were pulled back with a blue ribbon. Abe noted the silver rings on her ring finger.

Her first expression was that of shock, and suddenly Abe wished he had given her more preparation. But then she smiled. “Abe. I wasn’t expecting you until later.”

He managed a returning smile. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that, I had to uh… you know.”

She didn’t, by the looks of it. Abe cleared his throat. He tugged gently on the small hand clasping his, pulling it forward. “I, uh, have someone for you to meet.”

Emma’s eyebrow quirked, then her eyes fell to the small boy at Abe’s side, seeming to finally notice him. Her eyes rounded. “Oh. Hello, there.”

"Small" was rather generous, to be honest. He was positively tiny, with an unruly mop of jet black hair dwarfing his head even further. He was wearing his Sunday Best, which truly wasn’t that impressive, but he wore it with dignity, which was more than most five-year-olds could say, Abe thought with pride.

Emma knelt carefully. “What’s your name, kiddo?”

The boy hugged Abe’s leg. He mumbled something into the coarse fabric, and Abe ruffled his hair affectionately. “It’s Liam,” the detective said when the boy fell silent. He waited for Emma to look up before he continued. “His full name is William J. Barnum, Jr.”

She shot to her feet in an instant. She opened her mouth, attempting to speak, but it seemed she was unable.

Instead, Abe offered gently, “Let’s talk.”

Young Liam was busied with cookies, two pencil stubs, and a legal pad. The two adults sat on the couch as he worked seriously on the coffee table.

“How old is he?” Emma asked quietly, not taking her eyes off the boy.

“Almost six,” Abe replied.

“Does he know? About…?”

“He knows.” They watched Liam carefully trace one of the cookies onto the paper before Abe spoke again. “He didn’t know either of them very well, though. Colonel visited him occasionally. Barely remembers his mom.”

“I see.”

The two fell silent once again. Liam took a bite out of a cookie, then traced the bite mark onto the paper with remarkable precision.

“Is he very shy?” Emma said at last.

Abe snorted. “Only with strangers. Kid can be a chatterbox when he feels safe." He glanced at her. "Which— I'm gonna be honest, partner— isn't very often." He looked back at the boy. "Took me a while to hunt him down— the Colonel had trouble remembering where he was. Sometimes even who he was. So I took the bits of what Colonel said and pieced them together with the paperwork. Led me right to him."

"An orphanage?"

Seems being a bank teller hadn't dulled her wit any. "Bingo. Sixth one in five years, I heard. They kept kicking him out."

"Did he get in trouble?" Emma asked worriedly.

"Nah. Trouble got him, according to his caretakers. His parentage got to be a hot topic among his peers. Calling him a witch and such. Guess some gossipy adults had loose lips." He shook his head. "They didn't want to make the effort to put a stop to it, I guess."

"Poor kid."

"Yeah. He's a tough little guy, though. Smart as a whip, too." He waited for Liam to look up, then grinned. "Might want him as a partner some day."

The boy smiled. It was the first time Emma had seen him do so.

She cleared her throat. "So, Abe. It's… nice to have some kind of closure on this matter. But I have a feeling you aren't here to close out this chapter of our lives."

Young Liam grew still, his smile disappearing. His eyes darted between the two of them, nearly hidden behind the curtain of his wild hair.

Abe shifted uncomfortably. He folded his hands in his lap and sighed down at them. "The Colonel wants you two to take the kid in."

"Wh—" Emma glanced at the boy, then back at Abe. "What?"

"I was hoping to catch Damien while he was home, but…"

"He'll be back soon." She blinked and swallowed hard. "Why us?"

"Ironically enough, you're two of the only people the Colonel actually trusts," he snapped. He lowered his voice. "Emma. He was lucid. For the first time in months. I had told him you were getting married, and he lit up like a poorly maintained gas station. He knew you were the only hope for his son!"

"What about the orphanage? Surely you can take him back—"

"I am never taking him back there." His tone was cold, but fury bubbled close beneath the surface. He took a breath, and continued. "He will never set foot in that place again if I've got anything to say about it." Across the coffee table, Liam's shoulders relaxed.

Emma bit her lip. Her knuckles were white on the polished arm of the sofa. "I… I need to talk to Damien, I…"

"I know. Take your time." He nodded toward Liam, standing and picking up his hat. "He's staying with me while you decide."

Emma stood as well. "Are you still staying for supper?"

His eyebrows rose slightly. "Am I still welcome?"

"Of course."

"Then do you mind setting out another plate?"

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I posted 320 times in 2021

31 posts created (10%)

289 posts reblogged (90%)

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I added 24 tags in 2021

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Because I'm obsessed with Schmigadoon here's my gay ass HC's!

I can't spell his name but the mayor: Canonically gay but also definitely nonbinary. Stuck to masculinity by canon but they rock a dress next to their now bf!

Emma Tate: Oriented aroace lesbian. Canon didn't happen and she's in a QPR with Florence.

Florence Menlove: Bisexual. Not necessarily enby but uses she/they.

Carson: Queer-coded but I'm not labeling a child. No actually I am. He's trans. Because I love him. My boy.

Danny: Pan! He would fuck Josh too admit it.

Melissa: Bi. That's it.

11 notes • Posted 2021-08-23 00:55:00 GMT

#4

A teacher in the cafeteria talking about COVID restrictions: No one's ever asked me if I'm vaccinated!! >:(

Me, disabled:

Hopefully I don't need to explain what's fucked about this but I've been asked 'what's wrong with me' since I was like...8? And that's not good for a child? A child doesn't understand medical jargon? Now I get so nervous around little kids because nobody told their kids that my medical history--which later became quite traumatic in some ways--isn't their business, but sure! Complain about people wanting to know if they can feel safe around you!

13 notes • Posted 2021-05-28 21:31:20 GMT

#3

@munchiezxx posted about the idea of Movie!Emma having an internet following like an aesthetic Tumblr or a YouTube channel for her music and I’m having like a thousand thoughts about it so here are some headcanons under the cut cause I went off.

-Has probably had Tumblr for eons 

-Loves the cottagecore aesthetic and started out reblogging pretty pictures

-Her 15 followers at the time encouraged her to make her own stuff

-She had no other friends, so why not. Editing the photos is fun enough anyway

-Gained a decent following

-Eventually she starts dabbling in taking her own photos, and not just for her blog.

 -When she starts dating Alyssa she takes a thousand photos of them together

-Alyssa agrees that the ones that don’t have her face in them can go on Emma’s blog if she wants

-Then she makes a separate blog for her photos outside of cottagecore, which her followers love

-She kinda dips from the internet for a bit during canon and randomly comes back with a link to her video and includes something like “hey guys. sorry i haven’t been active in a bit but ive been working on something and itd mean the world to me if you support it. dont be too harsh cause i haven’t actually sang anything since i stopped doing choir at church” in the text of the post

-And then her followers are literally so shook about this girl actually having a face and an incredible voice and they spam her askbox telling her to post more

-This gets so insane she eventually makes another post like “please stop yelling at me im working on it i have a life too”

-her next video she dedicates to Alyssa directly and its just a simple cover of Photograph by Ed Sheeran, at the end of which she reveals she’s going to NYC for a photography program and they won’t have to do long distance

-her aesthetic blog peters out in college but she’s still giving her followers content between her original work and the occasional cover or original song

-its a very subtle kind of internet fame after the Unruly Heart buzz dies down and honestly she prefers that, she has a small but dedicated group who tune into everything she does and that’s all she needs.

23 notes • Posted 2021-01-10 01:05:06 GMT

#2

So this might be really niche but I randomly remembered the existence of Scribblenauts and how much younger me wanted to be like Maxwell/downright thought I looked like him.

Anyway, I'm transhet now so he is too, I don't make the rules.

Flag design from @transhetlove!

30 notes • Posted 2021-04-07 20:03:08 GMT

#1

@yourfaveisgoingtosuperhell 

I was inspired by this post and made my own shitty thing.

Trent Oliver from The Prom (Broadway) is going to superhell for B L I C . Oh, and also gay crimes.

45 notes • Posted 2021-02-28 03:47:32 GMT

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Why I don't think this ship is wrong

I’m not interesed in fighting with antis, or trying to change other people’s opinion forcefully. However It may be usefull if I collect some things I and others have said

TL;DR: This ship *can* be handled so badly that it makes our beloved conman into a pedophile, but I think the grand mayority of the people being bullied on this site don’t even ship it like that. Don’t put everyone on the same bag. People don’t deserve to be bullied for what they like in fiction and there are clear differences between reality and fiction.

I don’t think this ship is pedophilia simply because I dont ship it that way. Pedophilia implies fetichistic sexual atraction to kids under 13, and a horrible abusive element of “I don’t care about you, I just wanna fuck u cuz ur young”. Now, if you see this pairing as reigen sexualy taking advantage of a very young mob or simply not really caring about his well being and preying on him, that would count (and also be horribly ooc and a sad way of doing it).

However if, by example, you ship them romantically as having mutual care for each other and mob in full understanding and control of the situation, even if the relationship gets sexual while mob’s still 14, I wouldn’t call it pedo. Questionable or innapropiate? Yes. But not pedophilia. And then you have many, many, other scenarios that get really away from all that.

An important distinction should be mentioned here: While I’m ok with a romantic relationship between this two characters despite their age gaps, If I saw a similar age gap in real life and the younger party is still a minor, I would probably call the cops. For me that is the difference between fiction and real life for this issue. Minors in real life should be discouraged from dating people much older because they could easily be taken advantage of. However in fiction, you have control over these characters and you can make sure their relationship is healthy, especially if you keep them in character as much as you can.

You can have them being romantically involved but not turning sexual until mob is older. You can have them being platonic for a long time before they develop romantic feelings. You can have mob being assertive. You can have reigen feeling conflicted. You can adress the age gap issue. You can have it not mattering at all and them just slowly getting closer witouth noticing. You can have them being only platonic, in a very strong friendship.

There is many many ways to make this ship beautifull and I don’t think it’s just to put everyone on the same bag as the worst content and condem them all using a really severe accusation of condoning child abuse or being abusers themselves.

It’s just not alright to make call out blogs and tag whoever ships it, regardless of how they ship it, as “pedophiles”. I remember one of these some months ago tagging a user who only had like two barely shippy posts with grown up Mob as “condones pedophilia”. Neither is ok to send mean messages to users with death threats or fill their asks with insults. Or flood the main tag with complains about which, I have to be honest and say that to have so much nsfw noncon underage content popping on your dash as some people complain, at least on this site you literally would need to follow the 2-3 blogs with such content and have them on notifications. I know what Im talking about, I check the main ship tag nearly daily, follow most shippers and have stumbled onto that only like twice on my dash.

Continuing with the list of shit people have been puting on with, it’s even less fair to ramp up the generalizations and make really rude comics portraying all the shippers as disgusting creatures. Or say you get disgusted if a shipper reblogs your content, even if they respected your tagging preferences and/or the content has nothing to do with the ship at all. Or to claim “x has great art but they ship reimob, nevermind, their art is trash”. What’s the necessity of doing all that? I frankly doubt people who do that have the best interests of minors at heart. At best I have seen questionable beliefs about content on a site as tumblr being influencial enough such that a fanart with less than 50 notes of a niche fandom can “normalize pedophilia” in american society (because you know, we are all americans and america is the world). At worst it just seems to be used as excuse for harassment.

Speaking of that, regarding the users who make really wrong content: While I won’t defend that, I feel another distinction should be made. Do I think certain content is gross? Yes. Some of that content nearly made me throw up? Yes. Do I think the autor of that content is gross/deserves to die/etc? No. Do I harass them? No. Some of them have turned out to be csa survivors. I try to abide to the notion that nobody should be bullied for their likings in fictional settings, even if I don’t like it. What I do to deal with that is simply not follow the blogs with such content and so far it works.

As I said, I’m not interesed in discussing with antis, I just wanted to put some things together. Maybe it will help confused bystanders understand the shippers aren’t defending pedophilia. We are just defending a ship we like and love. Let’s try to respect each other.

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thank you thank you thank you. im gonna give you one of those long ramble things under the cut. 

edit: also tysm, my most active followers last month were @boxof3towns, @starry-mayor, @mesonacis, @happy-animalcrossing ty (-/////////-    )

thank you thank you thank you a million time thank you. this blog is so catered and individual to me that 1000 followers is amazing, thank you so much for following and being fans and loving mt.pyre and its residents. ive gotten thousand of notes on my poorly drawn stories, loads of fan art, and 500 dream visits and counting, and that matters so much to me, thank you so so so so so so so much. thank you for all being so kind to me even tho im salty as hell, thank you for being so helpful and ah, its been so nice so far! im so happy to be part of this community. again, i dont mean to make @pinekid deligitimatize 1000 followers, you guys are so supportive (and active haha) and its jst been so amazing focusing on this blog the past months...

after losing my job two weeks ago too you guys have helped me so much, ive gotten so many commissions and so much support ah just, thank you so much for that! i needed it so much it could have been a huge blow but really im coming out of my cage and ive been doing jsut fi the situation upright and on my feet because of you, thank you so much

so, i started this blog two months ago because well, a.) i love animal crossing, but mostly because my Life Goal is to get into game development and illustration, and so i wanted to ease myself into this side of tumblr with my absolute favorite game. i’m really hoping you all enjoy mt.pyre’s story as it comes along and the art i do here! im also slowly going to start posting art here from stardew valley, pokemon, and a few other games, but more importantly im going to try and start posting stuff about my personal projects, namely one called lighthouse

i think im just going to start is as a comic and post it to its own blog, but i’ll reblog it a lot here and do fan art here., since i really dont have enough to make it a game quite yet, and a comic could really help me flesh out the story (all i honestly have right now for it is map, world and gameplay)  another thing im working on with @saphiresurf is a small stim garden simulator. a lot like harvest moon meets animal crossing hybrid breeding. its gonna be small but hopefully really helpful to relax. maybe i’ll become bigger the more we work on it, but who knows.  lastly, im really hoping to work on someone elses projects, maybe just doing chara or level design, but still, id love to toss something out there. tl;dr im a video game addict who wants to work on video games. also i love you guys. tysm

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Who Killed Markiplier: Shot in the Dark-- Election (Oneshot)

(Last oneshot before I start posting Shot in the Dark!! GET HYYYPED. and dont forget to LIKE and REBLOG.)

I couldn’t believe it. Well, I could believe it, but it was a shock.

Damien had been elected mayor.

He would be an amazing mayor, that much I knew, but I also knew he was nervous. That was perfectly normal, but his new schedule would put more stress on him than usual. Would he be able to handle it? Was he experienced enough that he wouldn’t crack under the pressure? Would he—

“Emma, your tea is going to get cold.”

I snapped out of my reverie to look at Damien, sitting across from me at the small table. He raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly, setting down his teacup. “You’re distracted today.”

I smiled. “I have a lot to think about.”

“The point of this was to not think about work, was it not?”

“Right, of course. Wouldn’t want to overburden my mayor.” I allowed a bit of my own teasing to slip out, grinning as he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“...It still sounds strange to hear you call me that,” he mumbled, stirring more sugar into his tea.

“I agree.” I gently moved the sugar bowl out of his reach and picked up my own cup. “Just as it’s strange to read Dear Madame District Attorney in your handwriting.”

A grin appeared on his face. “It has a nice ring to it, though, doesn’t it?”

I laughed. But my smile quickly disappeared. “You know people are going to talk.”

His eyebrows rose, and I elaborated, “They’ll think you only suggested me because we went to university together. And because we're…"

Damien frowned. "We're…?"

I looked away, cleared my throat, and looked back. "We're friends," I said, hoping he would get my insinuation.

"... Ah." Damien leaned back, his eyebrows knitting.

"Yeah."

He stared into the distance, a deeply thoughtful expression on his face. I fiddled with the napkin on my lap. We sat in awkward silence for several moments.

Then he spoke. "I'm sorry if our relationship is...burdensome, Emma."

"Damien, please don't say it like that. I wouldn't trade our friendship for anything. I just know that the situation has potential to be...scandalous."

"But there is no scandal. Absolutely nothing is going on that would suggest that."

I sighed. "That's not what they say."

Damien’s expression hardened. “I don’t care what they say.”

“You should. They’re the ones electing you.”

“True, but…” He huffed and shifted in his seat. “I chose you because you’re a good lawyer, not because we’re close.”

“I know, I’m just…” I struggled with the term. “...worried for you.”

Damien’s small smile lit up the whole balcony. He set down his cup, reached across the table and gripped my hand. “It’s a good thing we’re working together, then,” he said. His eyes twinkled. “You can be my bodyguard. I’ll send over the bad guys and you can recite the law at them.”

That earned him a short laugh. "Perhaps throwing the books themselves at them would be more productive."

He laughed, too, releasing my hand. "That might defeat the point, but… A for effort?"

The tension eased as we laughed together. I noticed the white flower on his lapel, the soft ridges in his bowtie, his new haircut. He tilted his head and our eyes met. "You're thinking again," he said teasingly.

"Yes, it's a habit, I'm afraid."

"What's spinning the old cogs this time, hm?"

"...Well, since you asked." I uncrossed my legs and leaned my arms on the table. "...It might be a while until we can do this again."

Damien scowled. "I don't want to think about that."

"You are the mayor now."

"Hmph." He turned away grumpily, crossing his arms.

I smirked. "Can't run away from it forever, Dames." I paused, and lowered my voice. "...We're both going to be very busy. But we can make it work if we decide it's important enough."

He pinched his lips between his teeth, then let out a sigh. "...Life is ours to choose," he conceded.

I lifted my teacup. "I'll drink to that," I said, only half-jokingly.

Damien smiled, uncrossing his arms. He lifted his own cup, and we drank a toast.

To freedom, to the election, and to us.

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