#in other news i just got screwed out of a commission and it has me kinda bummed

[ravingraeven]

I have this stupid nasty luck of com miss ioning people who fuck me over unless I knew / followed / knew someone who knew the ar tist before I com mi ssion them.

Its really leaving me shy as hell from wanting to ever com mis sion people outside of a small circle

/Edit: I said the bot pspspsps words oops

[toxicyeuriii]

Hello friend, may I humbly request, pretty please, a boothill×reader fic? The condiments matter not, for I need sustenance, food to feed myself. Please, oh great weaver of words, make me a tapestry of delectables, all in the image of our beloved boothill.

Hello anon! Thanks for the ask >///< first time writing for a hsr character and tbh I was bluffed with how the fic was gonna be but eventually I thought of something! I was going for a sorta fluff type, though you can interpret the type lmao. But honestly Boothill is such a fun character to read/write! Thanks again for the ask! I hope you aren't hungry after the fic ^^

Before you start reading though, reader is gender neutral and works as like a hardcore hacker/mechanic kinda (silver wolf and vill-v inspired) but honestly the hacker part isnt that noticable, you and boothill are in a relationship (ofc) and he calls you darlin and sugarplum.

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"And then that son of a nice lady came up to me and went pow-pow!"

Boothill exclaimed while you were working on a commission. The commission in mind was a gun repair for guess who? Boothill. His gun got knocked out of his hands during a bounty and got broken on the slide and muzzle, which is being a pain in the ass for you.

"Mhm...."

You said while getting a screwdriver and unscrewing some of the screws that are on the gun.

Boothill apparently thinks that he needs to explain how his gun got damaged, which he doesnt honestly. Though you dont say anything, it's better than silence if you're being honest. And, you know he wont shut up anyways.

"And then when I went to grab my gun, an' then that lil' shirt bag shot the gun outa my dang hand! Ha! But lil' did he know my other hand was a gun too"

"Wait so your gun was shot out of your hand?"

"Yeah, anyways I turned in that mother forker, hehe"

"Huh... Is your hand okay? Do I also have to fix that?"

You said with a little scoff.

"Bingo!"

He said while shooting a finger gun at you.

"You're paying me"

"Wait huh?, but darlin' seriously?"

"Well you shouldn't had been a idiot!"

You said while turning to stare at him, he looked baffled. He was getting a free gun repair while he got to just chill out on the workshops couch.

"Well I thought that you were gonna like, include it was gonna be free, sugarplum"

Sometimes you think he doesnt common sense. Which makes sense, no way you're going to give out a free gun repair to him because you felt nice and hes your boyfriend....

"Yeah well, you can give me some credits, thats the least you owe me"

You said with a little smile, you also like messing with him. You dont have a good poker face to he honest...

He crosses his arms and lays back.

"Fine, whatever"

He was silent for a moment.

"Also quit that smirkin' "

He also said with a little smile, to to which he just covered up with his hat.

You also couldn't keep your 'annoyed' facade up, which you just started to chuckle.

"Stop acting like you aren't! Heh"

"Nuh uh, you seein' things darlin"

"Mhm, sure"

After a little silence his gun was finally done, which you took off your goggles to inspect further, and in your eyes it looked brand spankin new.

"Your gun is donee~"

"Finally, ha. With other mechanics it'd prolly take forever, good thing my sugarplum is the best"

He said while sitting up and coming behind you, while putting his arm over your shoulder.

"Thanks, darlin' "

"Yeah yeah, get on that table, gotta fix your hand now"

You said while getting up and pushing him over to the fixing table, it was mainly for him incase he needed a charge or a fix up. You put back on your goggles and then accessed the damage on his hand.

"Doesnt look too bad"

You said while getting the blowtorch.

"I'll just melt it and mold it back in its shape, good thing the bullet didnt go to deep and into your wires"

You said while also getting some metal scraps from the junk drawer.

"Make sure not to mess up my arm any more, darlin' "

"Trust meee, you know I'm good at what I do!"

"True, do ya thang"

With that you began to get to work, surprisingly it was easier to fix than that gun, which now, that gun is your number one enemy to fix. Though it did save you alot whenever you tagged along boothill in his bounty hunting, you occasionally did to get some data and neat stuff from whoever's yall were hunting for. Sometimes boothill would ask you to hack into security systems for he can get in there without any extra work, but mainly whenever he was feeling lazy.

After some melting and molding, his arm was like new.

"Done"

You said while rolling your chair around to where you put your blowtorch at. You sat up and stretched while taking off your goggles.

"Awe, ya such a sweetheart"

He said while standing up and stretching his metal limbs.

"Dontcha worry, I'll give ya those credits soon sugarplum"

"You better, 'sugarplum' "

"Hey!, that's my nickname for ya"

You chuckle while he comes up to you and ruffle your already messy hair.

"Yeah, sureeee"

He chuckles a little also while bowing his hat.

"Well i gotta get goin' see ya?"

"See you, dont get anything broken again.."

You teased while he hugged you goodbye and talking his departure.

"No promises!"

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Hope you all liked the fic! First time writing him so it might not be in character much, if not then sorry! Anyways have a good day and bye! ^^

[ryuichirou]

I love how you draw the tweels and Azul. They look so imposing in your art style! I know you love drawing Ignihyde, Octavinelle and Scarabia boys a lot, but I'm curious if you have drawings of the rest of the twst cast as well. I'd love to see everyone in your art style!

Anon! Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m glad you like how I draw the Octa-boys. I’m not even sure which dorm I draw most often, but it has to be either them or Ignihyde haha. But in all honesty, I really love drawing all the characters; even if we don’t care much about them, they are usually still quite pleasant to draw at least once.

Which is why I can actually compile my drawings of pretty much every character in this reply! It’s honestly surprising lol but also not really. I can’t believe it’s been a year since we started drawing and posting twst…

Alright, here we go!

Heartslabyul – wow, I can’t believe I don’t have any coloured Aces that are relatively new… We like Ace a lot, I should probably draw him. And Cater too, to be honest, this is my only coloured sketch with him. I never expected to enjoy drawing these boys as much as I do, to be honest.

Savanaclaw – Leona is the only character I don’t have a proper sketch that is not a commission with lol I’m sorry. But I actually quite like the comms of Leona that I got to draw, so here is one of them! I also really enjoyed drawing Ruggie, I should do it again… And Jack too…

Octavinelle – aw yis yakuza fishies babyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Come on, you know I love these guys lol Whenever I look at them I feel at home. It’s a shame I don’t draw them wearing fedoras (for some reason I’m still intimidated by fedoras), because I love everything about their dorm uniforms.

Scarabia – I also don’t feel like I draw these two often enough, but their uniform is probably the most difficult one to draw, simply because of all the details and prints and gold and accessories. But it’s so worth it!... I also think that Jamil is the prettiest snake in the world.

Pomefiore – it’s stupid how long it took me to find a Rook that doesn’t look creepy in my drawings lol I really love this side of him. I also really enjoy drawing Vil, but whenever I do, I feel intimidated. I just can’t mess him up..! But if the Vil that I drew ends up looking good, I get so emotional that I cry (not a 100% lie)

Ignihyde – picking an Idia and an Ortho out of hundreds of sketches of Idia and Ortho was more challenging that I thought it would be, so I picked these because I still really like their faces and think they’re cute! I also can’t get enough of them… to this day… Their hair, their teeth, everything.

Diasomnia – I feel like whenever I draw these guys we have an urge to make it into an art, this is why we have a lot of finished rendered artworks with them. Their aesthetic is just… super fitting for all kinds of dark and gothic stuff. I also adore drawing their eyes!!! All of them have such pretty eyes.

The teachers – if you feel the urge to laugh at Crowley for only getting a black and white sketch, I encourage you to also laugh at Vargas for not being here at all… I think he is the only character that I’m missing, huh.

Others – bonus round! I actually also have a sketch of Fellow Honest and Gidel but by the time I remembered them I got tired of making this thing lol, and we haven’t watched the event yet anyway, so they’ll get their chance to shine some other time (you can find it on my ko-fi though). Meleanor is also here, and I honestly I would be happy to draw every twst mom at some point… And other minor characters too…

But not the dwarves; screw them (just kidding I might draw them too at some point).

[linkemon]

Raining chocolates (Jack Frost x Reader)

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[ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴠɪᴇᴡꜱ ᴏɴ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇꜱ!

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

— Are they arguing again? — Tooth looked uncertainly towards the hall.

— Yes but at least the chocolate boxes are flying! — North caught the package mid-flight.

Satisfied, he tore the dark red, shiny paper. Inside he found a mixture of pralines. He was trying to decide which flavour he should choose when a snowball flew above his head. Unfazed, he decided to eat the entire package at once.

— Maybe we should separate them? — The fairy was nervously flying next to the fireplace.

— That's what I'm talking about! — The Bunny wiped the snow from his face.

Judging by the dirt on his paws, he had just jumped out of the tunnel. He didn't like the welcome snowball straight to the forehead.

— I do not see a problem. — Santa continued to eat the best nut chocolates.

He was interrupted by a loud bang.

He rushed towards the argument. The corridor looked like a battlefield. The entire batch of robots was lying on the floor. Dolls and blocks followed suit. The production machine turned off. There were screws and wires sticking out of it. The paint poured straight onto the carpet, dyeing it rainbow colors. Yeti, in charge of production, was sitting in the corner. He covered his head with one paw and stuffed chocolate hearts with the other. Two Guardians stood in the colourful chaos.

— Valentine's Day should be joyful! — Jack Frost was making a new snowball in his hands.

— Get on with your job! — [Reader] deftly dodged the throw.

— North, good to have you here! Tell her. Love is a beautiful, joyful feeling, isn't it? So the holiday should be like that too! — he said as if it were the most obvious truth.

— You know nothing! Who is the Spirit of Valentine's Day here? You or me?

The girl took out her bow. In a second, she reached for an arrow from the pink quiver. She was already drawing the string when a loud voice interrupted her:

— Enough of this! I don't care who started it — North added as the two prepared to explain. — You'll clean it all up. Every single toy, got it?

***

— You know what she once told me? — North put his arm around Jack. — That love is ten percent joy and ninety percent suffering. Do not interrupt me. — He glared as he saw the guard open his mouth. — She has good reason to think so. I don't agree with her but I don't question her work and neither should you.

They had already passed the main hall and three floors and the boy was beginning to wonder where they were going. It took him a while to understand the purpose of the strangely long trip.

North grabbed him by the hood and then unceremoniously pushed him over the threshold of the room. When the boy heard the lock click, he knew something was up.

— But it's a bit inhumane. — He heard Toothiana's voice from behind the door.

— They didn't act like humans when they demolished the quarters! And now they will sit there until they make up!

The winter spirit yanked on the doorknob. Unsuccessfully.

He turned around and saw what he feared most. [Reader] was sitting on the couch. She was slowly realizing the situation they were in. A closed room without windows made escape impossible. If they want to leave, they have to come to an agreement.

He walked over to the sofa and sat down on the opposite end from his companion. He stared stubbornly at the fireplace. Orange flames licked the pieces of wood. They produced unbearable heat. The winter spirit didn't like it. He would much rather have the fire extinguished but he had no intention of moving. [Reader] was getting cold quickly. Why did he even care? He convinced himself that it would escalate the argument and left it at that. Because there's no way he would care about her...

Out of boredom, he started counting the seconds. He wanted to estimate the time he would spend in the room. However, he quickly gave up. Instead, he pulled the nearest pillow, placed it under his head, and decided to take a nap.

— Did he bring you here too, saying he wanted to talk? — The spirit of Valentine's Day couldn't stand the silence.

— Yeah — he muttered.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl shift uncomfortably.

— So maybe we can pretend we've made up and just leave here, huh?

The boy turned his head towards her. He hadn't expected it but the idea was tempting.

— I'm in. — He smiled mischievously.

He was already getting up from the couch when the plan backfired.

— I heard everything, you cheaters. You two should really get along! — Santa shouted from behind the door. — I'll know if you lied to me!

There was a slight threat in his tone.

— North, you weren't supposed to eavesdrop! — Toothiana's loud voice joined the conversation. — Don't disturb mind him, little ones! — she added sweetly.

For a moment, a scuffle could be heard. Then the sounds gradually faded away. Apparently they're gone.

Resigned, the boy sat back down between the soft pillows. Now the idea of using tricks stopped running through his mind. First of all, it would be suspicious. Secondly, although he didn't want to admit it, he was a little afraid of the Guardian of Christmas. His pleasant exterior concealed a weird man.

He decided to look at the room. Unfortunetely, it was empty. The brown boards were starting to get old. The wallpaper with a motif of red and green baubles was eye-catching. The thick, heavy curtains showed traces of dust. Frost preferred not to know the last time someone decided to swipe it out. Seeing the gray layer on the mantelpiece, he felt the urge to clean the room. Unfortunately, even if he wanted to kill time this way, he had no way to do it. The yeti probably took out the rest of the furniture. As always. Why were they doing this? Nobody knew that. When asked about this, the creatures grunted in their own language and continued doing their thing. For this reason, rearrangements in the quarters were frequent. Sometimes even the owner of the bed woke up in a different place than where he fell asleep.

Unfortunately, the tour did not kill the boredom. It was too short.

Jack sat behind the couch and started playing with his staff. He conjured two snow hares. He bet on who would reach the finish line first. He set his end point at the other end of the room. Later he started changing animal species. He wasn't having the best time but he couldn't think of anything else.

— Can you make buildings too? — [Reader]'s voice came from above.

She leaned out from the couch, looking at the frosty creations jumping, running, crawling, and swimming across the floor.

— Yes, of course. Any special requests? — He turned around.

It was a reflex. The Guardian of Fun did not refuse to give joy to others. Especially when it was within his capabilities. Only after a while did it occur to him that they were still quarreling, so maybe he shouldn't break away so eagerly.

— Could you make a hut?

Frost's first instinct was to create his family home but he suspected that wasn't the point.

— A little more sloping roof — added the girl — and an orchard on the left.”

The boy listened attentively, following the instructions. Soon, a snow model was created. The house was surrounded by a fence. Little cows and pigs were grazing nearby. They were also accompanied by a troop of hens led by a rooster. The Spirit of Winter had a slight problem with the flowers. He didn't know much and suspected that the garden turned out hopelessly. But he had trees in his little finger. Probably because he often jumped on them, playing with the wind.

— I guess that's all.

He didn't even notice when the Guardian of Love took a seat next to him on the hard boards. She stared as if enchanted at the image stretching before her. The smile that graced her face let him know that he had done a good job after all. There was a lot of melancholy in her look.

— It this your home? — he asked.

— Yeah... — She touched a small sheep in the middle of the pasture. — It was until... until I became... you know.

Dead. This word came to mind. Their friends would probably think about their jobs. They'd put it more like: Before I became a Guardian... They stopped being alive a long time ago. However, like him, she was relatively young. As young as you can be after several hundred years. She still remembered.

— I drowned. — He felt like his own voice sounded foreign.

Why exactly did he tell her that? After all, she didn't ask him anything.

However, he continued the story when he saw her break away from the model.

Jack still remembered the brown, worn-out skates. He rode them across the frozen lake. He was fourteen then. He was doing quite well. No one in the village could ride so nimbly. His younger sister was just studying. She took uncertain steps. She was getting better and better. After all, she was doing it under his supervision. And yet, that afternoon, it would all end. The crunch of ice that heralded disaster was still ringing in his ears. He tried to get Mary to jump aside. Just like in Hopscotch — a game he once invented. He failed and instinctively used the staff. It was enough to push her to safety. However, he landed underwater himself. The feeling of momentary relief was replaced by shock. He tried desperately to breathe. Jack couldn't find any support for his hands. The cold seeped into his bones. He was unable to get out of the icy water. The longer he fought, the faster he lost strength. Later, in a hazy memory, he still remembered going to the bottom. Jack was surrounded by darkness and piercing cold. He closed his eyes from exhaustion. The next time he opened his eyes, the Moon was above him. Then he was spared a second life. So much time had passed, and yet the memory was still fresh. Especially after he lost them to the Black and fought to get them back.

[Reader] wordlessly placed her hand on his own. She didn't say anything but he knew she understood. It wasn't easy to forget about your death. Nor come to terms with a lost life but watching the people he loved grow old and pass away seemed the cruelest thing to him.

— They sentenced me to beheading — she said in a quiet voice.

He didn't push. He had no right to do this. He was surprised when she continued.

The story began with an ordinary day in the countryside with her boyfriend. He was a serious candidate for a fiancé. He worked as a castle assistant. Frost began to wonder exactly how many years ago the Spirit of Valentine's Day had died. If she remembered such times, she must have been older than he had previously thought. Due to these thoughts, Jack lost the thread of the story until she started talking about the theft.

Thanks to his work, the boy easily stole a jewel from a rich lord's box. As luck would have it, the family brooch would attract the attention of every neighbour in the area. Lack of sufficient caution resulted in a denunciation. The devastated [Reader] didn't know what to do. Until he said he wanted to spend the money on a wedding. Something broke inside her. Ultimately, what tipped the scales was the fact that he had a family to support. She was just an orphan working on a farm. She decided to sacrifice herself. With a heavy heart, she went to the castle, where she confessed her guilt. No one asked how on earth she could do it, since no one would even let her into the salons. Yet the court seemed satisfied. No attention was even paid to the lies and ambiguities. They omitted the absurdities contained in them. Another head-to-head trial meant a quicker break.

From the whole story, one sentence stuck in Frost's mind: I will never love anyone like I love you. This is what the thief promised to the Spirit of Valentine's Day before she sacrificed herself for him. He sensed this would be important from the way she quoted it. As if she had engraved it in her memory, somewhere deep in her mind.

— Do you know what happened when I got a second life? — she sighed. — That I died just so he could marry another woman. He waited a week. Week. Apparently he was counting on my naivety and he succeeded. — She went back to playing with the snow model.

— I'm sorry. — He wasn't sure if a cliché could do any good.

Such sentences rarely brought relief. They were repeated out of habit. Probably because people had no words for certain situations.

— You don't have to be sorry. — She smiled slightly. — You gave me a lot of joy, as befits the Guardian of Fun. I was able to see the farm where I grew up once again.

— Have you been there?

— A few times. Today there are lots of apartment blocks there. It has changed over the years. —  She shrugged and looked at him. — Do you know why I told you all this?

He thought she was trying to repay history for history. And yet this wasn't the answer she was counting on. So he fell silent.

— Because I see love differently than you. Over the course of four hundred and fifty-two years, I have encountered so many different shades of this feeling that you can't even imagine. I consoled those crying after the loss of loved ones. I have seen mothers sacrifice themselves for the sake of their children. How people die from diseases, away from their loved ones. And also how they spend their old age together and overcome problems together. That's why I think I'm a better Guardian of Love than the Spirit of Valentine's Day. I help people celebrate what is important every day. This one day of the year is not that special. So please don't interfere with my work anymore, she concluded. — I'll stay in my quarters on the 14th. This holiday will be fine without me, just like before.

— Let's say I agree, although I still think you should go out and see people having fun... — He noticed how much she wanted to interrupt him —...but I won't question the way you work anymore. Okay? — He held out his hand.

— Okay. Now let's go shout some more. Maybe they'll hear that it's time to let us go. There is absolutely nothing to do here.

***

— If this is some stupid joke, I swear you'll get an arrow up your ass… — [Reader] muttered.

Jack didn't blame her for complaining. She was blindfolded, so he led her by the hand. He didn't think this through. He should have handed it over only at the bottom of the stairs. So he had to deal with an uncomfortable situation for three floors. He even offered to let them fly with a staff but the Guardian of Love wouldn't hear of it.

— Almost there! — He removed the cloth, revealing the headquarters.

He was glad that the yetis had managed to repaint the decorations. The blue color would spoil the whole effect. Now they could admire the rows of red and pink hearts. They decorated every corner. Soft pillows in the same color were placed on the sofa and in front of it. They also managed to repair the TV. Although there was never any reception here, the player worked flawlessly. Tooth was sorting through a pile of old films. Bunny kept complaining that she only chose romantic comedies. He preferred to see a bloody horror movie. Sandy was almost asleep standing up, sending sand hearts up from time to time. Behind him, on the table, there were mixed chocolates. North was stuffing himself with them, so Frost kept the rest of his food supplies in his room. Otherwise, they might run out quickly and the fun was only just beginning.

— Why doesn't this surprise me? — The girl rubbed her temple.

— Just so we're clear, I'm not interfering with your work. —  He rested his head on his staff. — I do my duty. I jumped at the chance and we're going to have a fun evening.

He gave her his trademark smile. He was surprised to see that she didn't yell at him after all. He was secretly pleased with it, although he hadn't counted on it. She also seemed to be having a good time with her friends.

Valentine's Day night passed quickly. Hardly anyone made it to the morning. After three movies, most Guardians were teary-eyed. Jack sat between the snoring Bunny and [Reader], who was sprawled on his shoulder. He was uncomfortable but he didn't move. He didn't want to wake anyone up. The movie was still playing. Frost didn't focus on the plot. Everything that was happening started to escape him a few scenes ago. He pulled a small heart out of his sweatshirt pocket. They handed out shiny pieces of paper to each other. Everyone had to write something nice about the other person. They promised not to read them until the next day but purely theoretically the new day had already lasted for several hours. So he smiled to himself, satisfied with this justification and opened all the Valentines one by one.

Thank you.

That one word let him know he had done a good job. Maybe next year he'll be able to take her out to celebrate with others.

PS Will you be my Valentine?

This sentence, in turn, sent a rush of heat through him. He was used to embarrassing others, not being  embarassed. And certainly not like this. The matter was explained by the other side of the heart. Marked with marker:

YOU'VE BEEN FOOLED!

He promised himself that he would never admit that she was right. In the morning he will pretend that he saw it after all. This was the plan. However, somewhere in the corner of his mind there was the thought of what he would do if it wasn't a joke...

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Would I (early 20s nb) be the asshole for "rushing"/taking over the responsibility my partner(early to mid 20s f) took to rehome a cat we adopted together?

🐉🐱 <- so I notice myself

Tw for cat death

I know this sounds terrible just from the title but please read the whole thing. I'm just so emotionally done at this point and it's getting dangerous for us. This is also long lmao and please don't post this to YouTube or TikTok, I don't wanna deal with it, even if I changed names and a few ages.

So I've been living with my partner and her family for almost 3 years. I moved 10 hrs away from my home state to live with her because my parents were abusive. We dated for about 2 years prior to me moving. My partners family are equally abusive just in different ways. My family had some verbal and emotional/mental abuse while her family has constantly threatened physical abuse and lots of mental and verbal abuse.

Either way, I was screwed but I'd rather at least be able to come home to the love of my life instead of only being able to text her. I should mention here that my partner works full time while I'm working to get on disability for mobility issues so I am with our cats every day. I bring a little income with commissions on my crafts but it's not enough to soully sustain us.

When I moved in, my partner had 2 cats, let's call them Salem and Vector. Salem was a 10 yr old male cat and Vector was 2 yr old male cat. About a year after I moved in, in the beginning of 2022, Salem died suddenly from kidney failure and we were devastated. Salem wasn't originally my partner's cat (she'd gotten him from a friend only a year prior to me moving in) but we still loved him deeply. He was the first pet I ever put down and I'll never forget my partner's sobbing. About 2 and ½ months later, we got a kitten, lets call him Arthur, a 3 month old male. We shouldn't have but my partner wanted one, I thought I was ready and Vector was very very lonely and depressed.

I named Arthur and Arthur was feisty from the very beginning but he was sweetish. I told my partner, in a panic late at night a week after getting him; that I wasn't ready for a new kitten, i regretted getting him, we werent bonding, etc etc and she told me to just relax and breathe and give it time so i did. I gave it a full year and a half and... I'm ashamed to say I still don't feel that love connection with him. It started out small; chewing and destroying wires, food aggression (not like he'd bite us if we went near his food, more just got very excited and would painfully climb us to get to our food or any food) and because he was so jumpy, he'd freak out over every sound and rip us up trying to jump off of us.

We got Arthur from a cat colony being watched over by my partner's coworkers however he was born indoors, spent the necessary time with Mom and was handled from day one so he wasn't feral. He'd wouldn't beat us up but anytime he got excited to play or get pet or get wet food or anything we got scarred. His destruction has just gotten worse the older he's gotten, hes very very loud all the time (we like vocal cats but he screams) and he's not affectionate at all. He's not mean but he's just not interested in any cuddling or pets or anything. I don't want a rug I have to feed and clean up shit after.

About 4 months later, we ended up with, let's call her Coral. Coral was another kitten, female this time, when she crawled up in my car. She was feral from the start but she quickly became very loving and cuddly and sweet. She still very much so is. I wanna say, although I never grew a particular fondness for Arthur like my partner has, I've never mistreated, abused or neglected Arthur in any way. I've never yelled at him or treated him differently from our other cats. He got the same cuddles and attention Coral and Vector get, the only difference is that Arthur is crated at night so he doesn't make us lose an eye from some hard zoomies or get into food or dangerous things when we can't watch him. He's out all day and is only crated from 12 pm to 7 am when my partner gets up and let's him out. He's got a bed, food and water, a few toys and a small litter box in his crate so he's covered and he can see us and his siblings the entire night so hes not have separation anxiety.

Now onto the hard part. I'm done with Arthur. Emotional and physically, I don't want Arthur anymore. I'm exhausted from being constantly ripped up and screamed at and having important things destroyed by Arthur the spider cat. No amount of clicker training or treats or sprays of water or redirections can stop him from ripping the room apart(said room is a small apartment, not a normal small room). He gets played with by us all the time and he's got 2 energetic siblings who play with him, we don't know why he acts this way. I could handle Arthur's antics for a bit longer if needed but 2 new issues have made me finally put my foot down about Arthur's further residence with us.

1. Arthur is constantly trying to dominate Coral to the point of hurting her and fur flying fights and scratches. It should be noted that all three cats were neutered/spayed the moment they were of age to do so so it's not a male cat thing. Arthur wants to be higher in the hierarchy but Coral won't take it and thus, some nasty screaming hissy cat fights. Almost very other time they are fine it's just when he gets humpy. There is also a near weekly occurrence of him not reading her " I don't want to play anymore" signals and fights ensue. I'm not gonna stand my cats hurting each other and Arthur is the constant instigator. He tries to fight with Vector too but gets put down immediately, he picks on Coral and not in a playful way. I'm not playing favorites because I love Coral and I'm not connected with Arthur, if Coral was aggressive, we'd take the issue just as seriously but Arthur is the aggressor and Coral is smaller and younger than him so she can't stand up for herself.

2. We need to get out of this house. Her family's abuse is worsening and they constantly joke about hurting our pets and their own pets (the pets have never seen each other, different floors of the house so Arthur's aggression has nothing to do with them). We could barely afford an apartment in the current housing crisis and can barely find ones that allow 1 cat, let alone 2. We have never and probably will never find one that allows 3. All this ignoring the fact we'd lose our deposit instantly from Arthur's destruction.

All in all, Arthur needs to go. I'm noticing myself getting more and more stressed and frustrated and short with a Arthur and he doesn't deserve to live with someone who doesn't love him. Even if he's treated no differently, I'm sure Arthur can tell and even if I feel justified in my lack of love for him, I know he's not trying to hurt us or destroy things maliciously. I'm not nor will ever hurt him but I'm just done with constantly flinching cause he jumped on the bed or dreading letting him out of the cage in the morning because it was so peaceful before then.

I told my partner about 8 months ago (June of 2023) that I was fully done with Arthur and if we ever wanted to leave here, he'd have to go. I told my partner I wanted to start this process in Sept and hopefully have him either rehome or in a no-kill shelter by the end of Oct. I know my partner gets very attached to her animals so that's why I gave her 3 months to process things and a month to rehome him. I was very gentle but stern about this because it would be what's best for him and best for us. My partner agreed but asked if she could do the rehoming and to not talk about it until Sept. I obliged.

Sept, as you can see, has long come and went and now it's Jan of 2024. I've been asking my partner about once a month about the rehoming process and how it's going with mixed results. She made a pet profile on a rehoming site but when I read the description, she didn't really "sell" him well aka mentioned every possible bad thing about him and didn't mention any positives. It felt like she was sabotaging it but I let it be. She showed me a list of 40 no-kill shelters in Dec but she had only checked off 4 of them. She promised me he'd be rehomed by the end of 2023 and he's still here and we are no closer to doing it.

I don't want to wait till the week we move out to rehome him, the stress of the move and changing of the household will be too much stress on us and on Coral and Vector. I don't wanna wait for kitten season to swing back around and we'll never find a place for him. I know it's hard for her but she's breaking a promise for a cat she's admitted herself she's starting to hate. I know rehoming is a process but it's not moving and I feel like my say on his continued residency is being disregarded. I'm not trying to rush my partner but she's broken a promise, it's been 8 months since she could start preparing for this and 5 since she's "started the process" she's dragging her feet intentionally.

So, my idea is that I'll take over the process. I'll offer to help and find the places and get things in order so we can get one less stressor in our lives and Arthur can live in a home with the attention and patience he deserves. I wanna ask her if she wants my help but I don't want her to feel rushed to do it and get upset with me for doing what she promised she would.

I feel like she's waiting for me to just give up and give in and let him stay but she's not the one who has to deal with him all day every day and we don't make enough to find a bougie apartment to take in 3 cats. He'd need to be rehomed even if we got attached because we can't take them all. So, would I be the asshole for taking over the rehoming process for a cat me and my partner no longer like because my partner is intentionally dragging her feet on it or am I justified?

(to note, my partner brought up the possibility that Arthur has a mental illness/possibly be inbred due to the cat colony situation or that we could get him professional training. The issue is we live in a very rural area without a lot of money, 1. We would not be able to afford any mental illness controlling medicine for the long term when we can barely afford our own meds and 2. Classes to train animals are very expensive and the places that could train Arthur are at least a 3 hour drive away. Its not feasible for us, especially when I don't have a license/might not be able to drive on my own due to my disability. If he was properly sheltered, they could get him that help/training or his new owners could afford to but we can't. We can't put him in a kill shelter for moralistic reasons either.)

What are these acronyms?

[sanddusted-wisteria]

Wisteria NPC dialogue

Dialogue if Wis was an NPC in MTAS! I've written some of these lines before, but since a couple other people have been doing it, I decided to write moreeeee! I've fleshed out most of the basic dialogue types.

[Very long post below the cut, heads up :P]

Intro: "Oh hey, you're new here? I'm new here too. I'm Wisteria. Or Wis. Or Wisty. Your pick. I'm still getting used to getting around here, but maybe we can learn together."

Acquaintance:

Oh, hey. What’s up? Me? Oh, not much.

How are commissions? Busy? Yeah.

Need any help with anything? No? Okay. Feel free to ask if you do.

"Ughhhhh, this heat. Whyyyy did I move to the desert...?! Oh hey, sorry. I'm just busy dying... Ughhhhhh...."

Buddy:

"I keep running out of water... No, not with the machines, it's my garden. Think I got a bit overzealous..."

“Hey, you explore the ruins lately? Find anything cool? I mostly turned up a bunch of cheap plastic junk, but there are some interesting things here and there.”

“If you wanna use the telescope without risking Qi giving you the stinkeye, he never uses it between 3 and 4 AM on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Yeah, odd hours. But this is Qi we’re talking about, remember?”

“I don’t mind taking up something extra if it’ll help you out. With a guy like Yan at the helm, we need each other’s backs as much as possible…”

“Slow going machine? Hmm… Here, let me. I know a trick to make this a little faster…”

Good Friend:

“Quick question: what’s your favorite plant? …I see, I see. Lemme see if I can get my hands on it and we’ll see if it can grow out here!”

“Do I miss Highwind? Eh, yes and no. I’ve still got a chip on my shoulder about the place, but…it doesn’t matter now. I’ve got Sandrock. And I’ve got you.”

“My aunt Solanum sent me more pomato seeds again… You want any? No? Okay. …You want any potatoes or tomatoes? Swing by my place if you do. I have…many.”

I always keep my screwdriver set on me. You probably should too. You never know when you’ll come across something that needs screwing, or something that needs a little leverage, or a time when you need a stabbing weapon! …What? Never an impossibility.”

Sandstorm: “Careful out there. It’s already hard to see and the sandhat only makes it worse. Stay close to landmarks you recognize.”

Rain: “Raaaaaain! Oh man, I don’t have to water all gajillion of my plants today! Yaaaaay!”

Player has a new haircut: “Hm? Oh, new hair! Looks good.”

Player has panda eyes: “Hey, you good? It’s not really worth it to try and squeeze out work past like, 10 PM. Trust me, I would know.”

Player cuts a tree in front of Wis: “Oi, oi. That was a nice tree, I’ll have you know. Not many of those around here. Now it’s dead.”

Player attacks Wis with a weapon: “Ack! Be careful! That’s not a sparring weapon!”

Birthday: "My birthday? Fall 26. Born just before the end of the best season. Yes, fall is the best season. Objectively true."

Day of the Bright Sun: “I wanna take a closer look at the airship, but every time I look up, I’m conked in the head by a present…”

Showdown at High Noon: “Sparring is supposed to be safe, but we’re still swinging stone weapons around… Oh, and Qi might be slow, but that hammer is still 100% steel. Don’t get bonked.”

Day of Memories: “Who am I remembering? Well, I don’t know what kind of person they were. I don’t even know their name. All I know is that they lived a long, long time ago…and I see their face every time I look in the mirror.”

Tour de Rock: “I think most of the budget for Sandapalooza goes into injury compensation. And lawyer’s fees. For uh, the injury lawsuits. But um…you didn’t hear that from me.”

Running of the Yakmel: “Horses, I can handle. Yakmel, I can’t.”

Winter Solstice: [with a full mouth] “Mmm, hey. Have you tried this kebab? It’s really good!”

Loved gifts:

Floating galaxy: “Oooooh, look at this! It’s so pretty! You can look at the stars whenever you want! Thank you!”

Potted plants: “Aw, look at this little guy. I’ll be sure to take good care of it. What? Am I gonna give it a name? I’m a human named after a plant. Little guy’s already got a name, haha!”

Liked gifts:

Other relics: “Oh, this is cool. Where’d you find it? What do you suppose it was used for?”

Dishes she likes (e.g. beef noodles, sour and spicy potato): “Did you make this yourself? Smells really good. Thanks.”

Tea leaves or summer sand tea: “Never drank that much tea until I met Qi. Now I actually really like it. Thanks! I’ll be sure to share some with him too, if you don’t mind.”

Materials she likes (e.g. steel bars): “Oh, sweet Sunlight, you’re my savior. These things are a ton of work to get for how much I need.”

Neutral gifts: “For me? Oh. Thanks…?”

Disliked gifts:

Desert mushrooms or dishes with mushrooms: “Eh…mushrooms? Not a big fan, sorry. Beans might like it, though…” 

Most accessories: “Hm… Looks cute, but it’s not really my thing. Sorry.”

Hated gifts: “…There are more civil ways of sending a message. Like using your words, for instance. Like an adult would do.”

Complimenting appearance: “Aw, thanks! Pablo says my hair and my fashion sense are boring, but maybe I like it boring, Pablo! It’s practical. And my hair is already great without anything extra.”

Complimenting work: “Hey, that…that really means a lot. Back in Highwind, being a small fry builder was such a thankless job to have. Even if one person is appreciating what I do…then it’s all worth it. Thank you.”

Complimenting personality: “Oh! Uh, thank you! Not sure what else I can say. I’m just me, y’know?”

Asked about her past:

“I’m a clone. Test tube baby. No, seriously! Some researcher found an Old World lab one day and there was baby me, chilling in a tube of goo. There were a bunch of other babies exactly like me in the same place. We were all adopted out eventually, to my knowledge. There’s another Wis in Portia, but I don’t know where the others ended up…”

“I had another workshop back in Highwind. Wasn’t very much, just a humble little shack. But it was mine. And I loved it. …And then I ran out of money.”

The first thing I made when I graduated from the Builder Academy was the sign outside my workshop. Made from local pine wood. I kept it even after my old workshop closed. Now it’s hanging outside my new workshop!”

“Things started getting kinda heated back in Highwind a year or two after my workshop went out of business. Apparently a lot of us newcomers were pretty quickly getting run out of business. We yelled and screamed at the Commerce Guild and the city government, but it only amounted to an audit of the Commerce Guild. An internal audit. Surprise surprise, nothing wrong, apparently.”

Asked about work:

“You ever notice how some people always want certain things commissioned? Like how the Civil Corps always needs canvas for some reason? I usually keep a stockpile of those materials so I can crank the stuff out a lot quicker when the commissions hit the board.”

“I always keep my eye out for anything that looks like a relic piece when I mine for ore. That and the rats…”

Asked what she likes to do:

“I thought I wasn’t going to be using my camera a whole lot after I restored it, but I’m actually kinda into using it these days. I like to take pictures of the plant and animal life around here. Makes it seem like less of a wasteland. Okay, most of it is a wasteland…but not all of it.”

“It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I honestly like reassembling relics by hand. Yeah, yeah, the restoration machine does a better job of it, but it’s fun trying to treat it like a puzzle, y’know?”

“Some nights, I like to park myself somewhere quiet and with a good view of the sky. And I just watch the stars for a while. Good thing about living in a desert is that ‘somewhere’ is pretty much everywhere.”

“I got so excited about gardening that I planted all the seeds I had at once. Uh…pro tip: don’t do that. Unless you want to spend hundreds on water every week. At least Burgess knows it’s all going to growing stuff and not getting wasted.”

Asked about her favorite things:

“I really like relics. Finding them, restoring them, studying them… Most of the stuff in the ground is pretty benign, unlike what some people think. And even if it wasn’t, it’s still important to acknowledge that they exist.”

“Um…I’d say plants, but I’ve got plenty of those to take care of already.”

“It’s always a good day whenever I can get my hands on extra materials.”

[joyful-joe]

My 2023 art summary. Here's my written rambling thoughts of last year's progress: (spoilers: It's long)

In 2022 I posted about 37 art pieces, I wished I could've beat that record in 2023 but it ended up being about 30 art pieces including sketches. There are reasons for my slow output. A major one being I was focusing on finishing my vocational college which I succeed. The second reason is wanting to continue improving. I feel like each time make something it comes out better than the last one. I don't think that's true for all art pieces I made this year, obviously some are better than others in terms of quality. But I don't think I've ever had a moment were I thought (of a finished piece) to have gotten "worse" compared to previous pieces. I'm glad that I can still keep this positive mindset with me. Of course I couldn't improve that fast without the help on one good friend who helped me each time I got stuck. On one part it's amazing to have someone that's willing to help me even if it might be over done, but on the other hand I'm still trying to be more self reliant which atm I'm getting better at getting out of those situations myself. But occasionally there's nothing wrong to ask for a bit of help. Last reason was I got lost in what my goals were. This art blog started in February 2018, making it almost 6 years now. It started as being a motivational drive to work on art more (since it's been a long hobby of mine) and get better just like the other online artist I admire. Maybe dreaming if I ever got up there with the other I could earn money with doing what I loved. Of course that is still far out of my reach. Account growth has been pathetically slow in comparison to how we see others. But I feel like I have the right to complain of such thing. I know my faults, I'm not really consistent in what I draw and this year felt even more inconsistent. I don't keep up with trends or draw them cus in the end if I look back at them I would only feel shallow, cus it was obviously made to gather (potential) numbers and not be something I really wanted to do. I see other artist that draw way better than me and also under perform when it comes to notes/followers. So maybe it's a bit selfish to complain of such things. But going into the "screw those internet numbers" sort of lead me to ask "okay but why should I keep up? Why not go back drawing whatever and not bother posting it online?" and it goes on and on spiraling down. I questioned if this careless attitude is where I should really be going. That said internet numbers don't really affect me. It's not the end of the world if the fan art doesn't do good numbers. I already tried what I could to improve the number rate and going down this internet rabbit hole of how to get bigger numbers makes it all sound paranoiac (especially on Twitter). But overall 2023 made small achievements. Got at least 2 commissions, one art piece made it into the front page of Newgrounds, some artists I look up to followed me back, posts have gotten in general more attention than last year and the overall quality of my art has improved. It's not much but still small steps in achieving my goals. It's been a good year for me. I'll continue to draw till I drop dead. I'll continue to work on improving my art. I'll continue to explore new ideas even if they're small. I'll draw in different mediums, even if it doesn't help my consistency issues. That's just who I am. I don't expect many to read this but if you did, thank you for reading.

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Hey, got a question. how did you get others (Both writers and readers) into Sweet Child O' Mine? How was the writing process for you in the beginning? Did you ever get nervous about your story not being enough and did seeing other writers complete things for their stories and post update news about theirs ever make you nervous or guilty? Any advice to get over that or say screw it and write? Asking writer to writer.

Ah!

The short version?

Screw it and write!

The long version?

So, as far as how I got others into it? I guess that was luck -- though I DID get excited when I saw some of my favorite fan artists open commissions and put aside some money to have a few scenes drawn out -- not to mention the really cool cover art from @lovemoroporo.

The idea that you can actually (as a fan fiction writer) I could actually CONNECT with artists who drew me MORE into the fandom and commission them to work with some of my silly headcanons was really cool, and felt like a fun way to give back -- and I am sure that attracted some attention too? But also, I just kept at it.

The process has been interesting. The first fic I wrote in the TOH fandom was Stranger Tides, and it was my NaNoWriMo project in 2022. I wrote fan fiction A LONG time ago, and picked it up again as a way to deal with intense grief. I planned on dropping that one and disappearing into a puff of smoke, but Sweet Child just sort of GRABBED me by the heart, and here we are.

I just got this vision in my mind of Hunter and Willow in the early weeks of their first child's life and thought it would make a sweet one shot, but then the story led me elsewhere, and I followed it I guess? I had an idea of where it was going, key scenes and plot points, but some of the other stuff I sort of discovered as I was writing, if that makes sense? I hate the term "pantser" I like "discovery writer" :D.

Anyway, it was really exiting not only writing the story and watching everything click into place, but also meeting readers and commenters as it gained momentum.

I ABSOLUTELY get and got nervous watching other writers complete their work. SCOM is a monstrosity. Not a lot of people have patience for a 500K + fan fiction -- but I couldn't abandon it and I couldn't force it to end before it was ready, so I just bit my lip and kept writing. I feel guilty every time I extended my chapter count, or had to split a chapter because it worked best to end on a particular note -- but I am still happy I did it.

I was also nervous that the weirdness (the bard battles and the media stuff) was just going to be TOO much for some readers from this fandom. I get and got nervous that some of the messy relationships or nuances of character interactions wouldn't transfer well -- like Hunter's initial relationship with Steve was avoidance because of mutual misunderstandings, and the complicated nature of Hunter and Darius' past.

I am super happy that a lot of readers trusted that I had a reason for those things.

I also added a lot of my own experiences (my pregnancy was ROUGH. A lot of the non-magical things that happen to Willow happened in real life to me) I wasn't sure if that would be something people would want to read. That made me nervous too.

I guess my only REAL advice would be, just write the story you want to write. It's really hard if things are taking longer than you want or expected, but I honestly think its worth it! Have fun with it.

EDIT: I should also add that in the beginning, I wrote ONE CHAPTER A DAY. I was in a deep grief zone and barely slept. I feel bad that I am down to one chapter a week now, but I am committed to getting to the end of this story.

So yeah. TLDR; Screw it and Write.

I hope that answers your question? This was a fun ask!

[coyotescribbles]

"She wasn't always like this, you know."

"Huh?"

"Mmh." Dandie clasped her hands behind her head and looked up at the sky. "She used to laugh and smile more, when I was little. She was happier back then, I think."

She paused for a moment, then, "…before she had to take care of us."

"What happened, exactly? No, wait - you're not gonna charge me for this, are you?"

"No." She was suddenly deadly serious. "Because if you're really interested in Rose, this is something you're gonna need to know. It's important."

With a sigh, she turned and hopped up onto the retaining wall, perching there with her legs dangling over the edge. Billy hesitated, then sat beside her, resting his elbows on his knees as he waited to hear what she was going to say.

"…When I was little, maybe five or six, we lived… somewhere else. Not New Eridu, but a little village out in the country. I don't remember it very well, but it was - I think it was nice."

The heels of her sneakers beat an unsteady rhythm against the brick as she kicked her feet, looking up at the clouds.

"…And then, one day, it just wasn't there anymore. It got swallowed up by a hollow, the whole thing. All I remember is, one minute, Rose was talking to mom and dad and so excited about being accepted into college, and then the next… it was like the world turned inside-out. I was too scared to remember everything that happened next, just that Rose managed to get us out. Just… that we were the only ones who made it out."

"Oh…"

"Yeah…" Dandie looked down again, as if studying the sidewalk would give her the answers she needed to fill in the gaps. "She had to drop out of college before she even started, so that she could take care of us and we wouldn't get split up into different foster homes. She never complains about it, but… I think sometimes she resents it, a little, having to give up ten years of her life like that…"

Then, like the shifting of the breeze, she perked up again, her white curls bouncing as she grinned and sat up straighter.

"But ever since she met you, she smiles more! I even heard her laugh the other night! Like, really laugh! She might try to act like she doesn't like you like that, but she doesn't seem as sad anymore, or as scared when she has to go into a hollow for a commission! I think - I think maybe you're just what she needs!" The kid's grin could have lit up a city block, and his motor stuttered.

So Rose DID like him!

Then Dandie's fist hit his shoulder in a playful punch, and she was hopping back down to the sidewalk and running off.

"So don't screw it up!" She called back over her shoulder, before disappearing around the corner.

[aneenasevla]

SpooKengan 2 - Custom Costumes

Previous / MasterPost

Made in Collab with @useless-bi-otch

The noise of that jurassic sewing machine was the only dominant sound in Akane's one-hall apartment. Since Lihito moved there, despite his girlfriend's enjoyment for making and customizing her own clothes, he rarely heard that sound. At least with such fervor.

Since the noise didn't stop when he entered the house that afternoon, nor when he announced his arrival, he concluded that she must be really focused on her work.

He follows the sound, grimacing as it gets louder, hammering in his ears. He opens the bedroom door, peering in and calling out, raising his voice to be heard over the noise “Akane? I'm home, yo!”

"Eeek!" She screams, along with the abrupt cessation of the machine's noise "You scared the crap outta me, you oxygenated gorilla! Welcome back, yo!" she answers, annoyed, and grumbles under her breath: "I almost missed a spot here…"

"Sorry, but I called a couple of times and you didn't answer, so there was no other way!" He raises his hands, signaling he didn't want to fight. And then he approaches, curious "But what are you doing there to be that distracted? Sewing clothes?"

"Oh no, I'm trying to record a new hit so I have to get the tone from the machine right…" she rolls her eyes "Of course I'm sewing, He-man. By the way, you came at the right time, I need you to try some of them for me…"

"Huh? Well, aren't you funny? What, you're sleeping with a clown or something?" He grumbles, and blushes when she smirks at him "Screw you! But alright, I can try some of 'em. You know I like everything you sew..."

"Oh, but I don’t know…" she shows him her work, and it was literally He-man’s plush pants "I'm kinda on the fence with this one..."

Lihito widens his eyes, looking kind of horrified "Hey, hey, what the hell is this? Did the gay parade organizers commissioned you or something?!"

"It's a fantasy, macho man. A costume" she rolls her eyes again, adjusting her glasses "But I'm not sure though. I don't know which one I would wear if you were to use this... and I'm not dressing up like Battle Cat!" she points at him when he lets out a mocking laugh "I'm a panther, but not that kind of panther."

"I know. You're a way better type" He recovers from his laughing fit, opening a dirty smirk and hugging her from behind, his lips on her neck "I didn't know you had those kinds of fantasies. And you say I'm naughty, heh..."

"I've never hidden that I'm naughty... but you better get your mind out of the gutter, mister" she pushes his face away by putting her hand up his nose "This time it's for Halloween."

He lets out a half-nasal huff, pulling away while pouting. And then his eyes widen again "No, wait… you're thinking of me in a He-Man costume then? Wearing this tight, Village People-like thong?!"

"It's not Village People-like, dumbass… but why not? It would be a total knockout", She smiles "Just picture this: you, holding a sword in your hand and wearing that revealing chestplate, screaming “I am the Power!” at the top of your lungs…

"It's "I have the Power", you dork" He corrects in an indignant tone.

"You've got a cartoon's catchphrase memorized but I'm the dork one?!"  she scoffs, laughing, but still running her hand under his chin, then turning to the clothes and putting them away "But I get it, you don't want to show off and be all sexy at the Butch's party..."

"Well, duh! The guys wouldn't let me hear the end of-" He starts saying, but felt silent when he realized the insinuation in her words. He looks at her, a little suspicious, but also interested "But… would you like it? Me, showing off like this?"

"Of course… and if I find something that matches, it'll be even better. We'll be the sexyest couple at the party" she winks "Wouldn't you think it's cool that I'm all dressed up like… uh… eh, I don't know that girl's name, the one everyone ships with He-Man… it's not She-Ha, that's the guy's sister, yuck…"

“That's Teela. You'd have to put on a red wig, but it would look cute all the same", He smiles again, now definitely excited with her idea. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her into a side hug "Damn… I usually think it’s cheesy as fuck when couples wear matching costumes, but in this case… I’d really enjoy it."

"Yeah, but now that I know you’re not totally on board with my idea, I'm now kinda embarrassed to make my costume" she pouts with her full lips "I’m glad it’s the beginning of October, there’s time to come up with some cool ideas… but what about you? Do you have any ideas in that big, spaceful head of yours?"

"Not as big as those massive honkers of yours! And I've already said that if we do it together, it'd be cool" He assures her, scratching the back of his head "Because right now my mind is also kinda empty… of ideas for costumes! Stop making that face!” He squeaks, blushing again.

She stops laughing and gets up "Ok, I think I'll stimulate my brain if I eat something first" she goes to the kitchen, scratching her head "It's good that you're here, then I can make something more elaborate than a sandwich."

He goes with her without thinking too much, and watches her take a pot, filling it with water and putting it on the stove.

"Ugh, where's that lighter…? Ha, found it!” She mutters as she turns on the gas. Lihito only saw her touch the end of the lighter to the stove burner, and in the next second a column of flames erupted in the middle of the kitchen, and Akane's scream pierced his ears "EEEEEK!!"

"Akane!" he yelled in alarm, and before he knew it, he'd already run towards her, pulling her away from the raging flame while grabbing a skillet that was drying on the drying rack, using it to smother the fire while turning off the stove "You okay? Did you get hurt?"

"Ouch… no, I don't think so…" she gets up "It just scared the shit outta me… damn, I just finished cleaning up this shit", She blushes while he inspects the stove "I’m fine… I’m just in a scaredy cat mood today" And then she smiles at him "Thanks for that… I would've probably run out while asking for help, and that'd be the end of my tacky house…"

"You mean our tacky house. I'd be out on the street as much as you" He tries to sound playful, taking a deep breath to calm down "But I'm glad I remembered the home accident prevention classes I had at school… I got to play the amateur firefighter, hahaha!"

"Yeah… my firefighter…" She hugs him, and as he reciprocates, her eyes widened "Oooohhhh… I had an idea…" her smile widens, getting more mischievous as she looks at him, drumming her fingers on his shoulder.

"Really? What idea…? Oooh…" He widens his eyes a little as he manages to follow her line of reasoning, imitating her mischievous smile while stroking her hips with his hands "My, would you look at this lovely, diabolical mind… first He-Man, and now firefighters, huh?"

"Yeeeah…" she runs a finger across his chest "A very sexy firefighter who saves the defenseless maiden from Satan's fire…"

"Oh yeah? And then I put out all this fire with my huge, thick hose, right?" He lets out a wolffish growl, biting her playfully on the neck. She laughs out loud, both at the joke and in stress relief.

"When it comes to this you're quite quick-witted, huh" She kisses him "Yes, exactly… for me, all I have to do is put on some makeup and some burnt clothes and then our costumes will be done, all worthy of tacky porn movies." 

They burst out laughing, still embraced, until she looks at the stove. 

"Ehh… Delivery?"

"Delivery", he nods vehemently, leaving her on the floor, but the laughter and the dirty jokes still hanging in the air.

Next chapter Here

[bellmo15-blog]

Well, Pokemon Scarlet and Violet have been out for over a week now, so you know that means? New Poke Waifu season is in its full effect now! While you are all fantasising about Professor Sada (who I sadly will never see in my game because I picked Violet version) and instantly putting yourself on an FBI watch list with Iono, just by looking at this pic I had XJKenny draw for me you can already guess who my Gen 9 gal is. The head of the Paldean Pokemon League and now host to everyone’s favourite Marvel Symbiote Venom, Geeta. You know where I’m going with this! The moment I saw Geeta for the first time I instantly feel in love with her design. There’s just something about her design with the black outfit and blue gloves paired with her long black hair with blue and gold highlights and those gorgeous blue eyes and yellow… iris is it? I could be wrong about what that is since I know about anatomy about as well as Imortan Joe in Mad Max Furry Road is at knowing anything about Norse Mythology. Regardless of whatever they are Geeta is a beauty and I love her. Let’s be real, most of us knew she was going to be the champion before Scarlet and Violet even came out. You don’t have a super pretty girl like her in your game without her being the Champion thanks to previous examples like Cynthia and Diantha. Or even being a villain like Lusamine.

And now she has the Venom Symbiote! Not only giving her Venom’s powers of web swinging, super strength, and shapeshifting into different clothing (seriously, how many of you forget the symbiote can do that?) but she looks just as appealing as she does in her normal outfit. And can even be Paldea’s new vigilante super heroine if she wants. Considering half the crap that happens in this series from manipulative criminal’s guilt tripping everyone to release there Pokemon, narcissistic terrorists trying to restart the universe, two groups of eco terrorists almost screwing up the eco system fighting each other and a group that genuinely wants to commit mass genocide the Pokemon world sure as hell could use some superheroes! Paldea’s already got one with Symbiote Geeta! Or just lounge around in it looking sexy! Personally, I’d take advantage of the powers it would give me and go web swinging!

Artist is XJKenny. Since I’ve gotten a commission of a character from it and have been playing it since launch last week and I am known for being a Pokemon enjoyer, I guess I could give my brief thoughts on Scarlet and Violet. Not a full review but maybe like a minute or two of my thoughts. *Deep breath. *

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Let’s just get this out of the way right now. This game is broken! Like, really broken. Granted, some of the really awful bugs people have reported I’ve been lucky not to get but I’ve still seen Pokemon spawn in trees, gotten stuck on geometry while riding Miraidon, had the game ask me if I wanted to respawn even though I’ve only walked down a small flight of stairs, NPC’s walk though my Pokemon in one story vital battle I can’t talk about because spoilers and even had my game crash after a gym battle! Granted it was a Gym battle I sweeped pretty easily with my fully evolved grass starter but still. I haven’t played this game in co-op yet but apparently the bugs are worse there! I get why this game is as broken as it is. Gamefreak were essentially trying to make a game three times as big as Sword and Shield and Legends Arceus but either didn’t have enough time to iron out some of these issues or it was just two ambitious for the team who might not of worked on a game this big before. Personally, I feel like they should have just taken the L and delayed the game by a few months to iron out the bugs so that it could be as polished as it can.

Okay, putting the glitches aside do I think Pokemon Scarlet and Violet are good Pokemon games? Yes, I do! I love the direction they decided to take with the game this time opening up the game world to explore fully after getting though the tutorial area. It’s actually a lot like Zelda Breath of the Wild in a way. You can’t go straight to the final battle from the start like you can in Breath of the Wild but your free to explore the Paldea region. The trainers do have set levels though so you can’t just go to say, Eri who’s the strongest of the Team Star Bosses, and expect it to be easy. I do kinda wish the trainers would adjust to your level to really make it feel like the game is giving you more freedom but with how I played I did most of the stuff in the lower area of the map first and working my way up. That’s another thing, there are three separate paths you can take as well. Victory Road which is the classic Pokemon experience of fighting 8 gym leaders to take on the league, Starfall Street where you fight to take down the five bosses of Team Star and my favourite The Path of Legends not just because of the story around it but also because it’s about fighting Titan Pokemon which are stronger and bigger versions of normal Pokemon a lot like the Trials in Sun and Moon and as some you all might know already, Sun and Moon are my favourite mainline Pokemon games. Actually, I liked Starfall Streets story as well but it’s a reason I can’t talk about without spoiling why. Victory Road is fine, and the Gym leaders are great two but, and this is no doubt going to piss off a lot of people, but I actually think Sword and Shield had the best gyms in it because of how they were like this massive sport that the Galar region was super into and how the Gym Leader fights had crowds of spectators.

I’m a little mixed on the new Pokemon they introduced. On one hand I love the starter Pokemon and their evolutions, hell one of my favourites this gen is Sprigatio’s final evolution Meowscarada, the Legendries and some of the Paldein forms. On the other hand, there’s also ones like an actual tumbleweed and literally a car made of rocks and the incredibly phallic Paldein Dugtrio. Not to mention the new art style for in game. Not the official artwork for the game itself, that looks fine, I mean the models in game of the human characters. Sometimes they look fine to me other times they look off to me and I’m not sure if that’s a common thing to think but it’s how I feel. Again, gonna trigger people saying this but I think Sword and Shield has way better character models. Although, performance issues aside Paldeia looks quite lovely. I wouldn’t say this is the best-looking region nor my favourite but it looks good enough that I can’t help but say “Yeah, I’d take a vacation here.”

So anyway, that’s just my brief thoughts on Scarlet and Violet. It’s a great game with great ideas that really just needed a bit more time to be polished but hopefully as I’m writing this, they are working on patching this game. And hopefully it doesn’t take them a whole year or two to patch it and fix it! I’m looking at you Rockstar Games and the GTA Trillogy!

[sirspazingtonthefourth]

Skylight: Chapter 4

1.5k words. Hawks and an OC (Not Romantic!) Fluff with some angst, Found family sort of. Content Warnings: Cursing, isolation, mentions of abuse, blood-letting, let me know if I missed any

Summary: Keigo finds out what exactly has been happening to the kid.

A/N: Hey, another update! I'm probably going to try and get the rest of the fic up today, since I'm thinking about it. I'm also going to go back and change the summaries to reflect the chapter content, that'll be fun.

Whenever Keigo visited after that he brought a few books with him, mostly children’s books to help preschoolers learn sign language. The kid, he found quickly, couldn’t read. They stared at the hiragana the same way he remembered looking at English letters when the Commission had taught him. So he would quietly sound out the words for them, then sign the word. It was a learning exercise for the both of them, and the two of them were soon able to hold short, simple conversations.

“How are you feeling?”

“I am good. How are you, Keigo?”

“I’m fine. It’s cold outside.

“It is cold here. The nest is warm. Keigo, you will follow me.”

The kid’s nest was indeed warm, he found out. Despite being crafted mostly from thin, ratty blankets, the thick one he’d got at the start of winter did a lot to insulate it, and the clothes he’d brought before lent the thing some extra structure.

It was in a different place every time the kid offered to bring him to it. He suspected they just wanted him to know where they were, in case they didn’t respond. He was glad they did come early spring.

The recording devices had picked up on the sounds from whatever happened before the kid got fresh bandages, which had happened regularly, every two weeks or so, throughout the winter. It was a lot of screaming from the kid, a lot of cursing from the man holding them captive, and the occasional word from a third person, younger than the man. This new person, a buyer of some variety it seemed, sounded raspy, and he spoke softly. The only reason Hawks knew he was a client was that the man would respond occasionally that he’d “get his product once this little rat held the fuck still.”

Whatever it was they were doing, it left the kid exhausted after. Exhausted enough that, in the early weeks of spring, Keigo had to search the attic for them. He’d long since become accustomed to avoiding the creaking on the attic floor, following the kid’s movements as they played with his feathers and led him around the dark room.

He found them curled up on the floor. The kid was pale, like they normally were when the bandages were changed. Except there were no bandages this time. The kid was sprawled out, arms extended to show pockmarks up and down the inside of their arms. They were concentrated near their wrists and elbows, but there were some in other places. There was some bloody tubing nearby. One end was attached to a large needle, the other held what looked like a screw top, a few empty vials nearby that looked like they would fit on.

The kid was heaving for breath, eyes hardly open enough to scan the room as he got closer. He tried to sign to them, but they didn’t seem like they could see properly.

“Kid, what happened?” he whispered.

Slowly, shaking as they did, the kid raised one hand to tap their other arm, wincing as they did. Then they traced their finger along their bottom lip.

“Arm is red.” That didn’t make sense. He knew their arm was red. He could see it, some of the pockmarks were leaking blood still.

And there was tubing and empty vials right next to him.

“Are they taking your blood?” His kid just laid still. They were still breathing, labored and slow, but they didn’t move otherwise. “Dammit. Just… stay here, okay? I’ll be back soon.”

Keigo tucked a feather into the kid’s shirt, all the way beneath them so it wouldn’t be found easily, then quietly strode towards the skylight. He made it out right as he heard the attic door open.

He listened through his feather as he flew, trying to remember what foods the nurses in hospitals recommended him when he’d lost a lot of blood. The man knelt down, berating the kid as he pulled on them. They whimpered and he snarled at them to shut up before going back to whispered words.

“It would go so much easier for you if you would just hold still.”

“You brought this on yourself, you understand me?”

“You should be used to this by now.”

“Might need to tie you down tighter next time if you don’t behave.”

“You’re always too damn loud. Hurts my fucking ears, you stupid brat.”

There was a grocery store nearby, and Hawks frantically searched through the shelves for anything with iron in it that was ready to eat. He grabbed a large container of raisins and an American brand of cereal that looked bland but had a decent amount of iron in it. He grabbed two water bottles as well, paid, and left before anyone could try and slow him down, feeling as the kid got up and moved somewhere softer. The man had left the attic by that point, and with no car in front of the house Hawks figured that he’d left. He dropped through the skylight, walking as quickly as he could, considering the creaks, towards the nest where his kid now lay. Their arms had been bandaged now, but with all the marks it couldn’t have been doing too much good. He could feel that they were still breathing, which was a small relief. Near the door out of the attic was a cold steak, left whole on a paper plate.

“I’m back. I brought some food.” The kid lolled their head towards his voice, and he knelt down as close as he could. They shied away at first, but reached out and grabbed his coat. He waited for them to let go, but their weak grip remained. Slowly, he opened the raisins and handed some of them to the kid. The arm not holding him didn’t move.

“Please, you have to eat. You’ll feel better, I promise, just please take a bite.” The kid stayed still. Their eyes drifted towards the food in his hand, but they made no other move. God, how much had they taken from this kid?

He slowly reached for his kid’s head. He opened their mouth as gently as he could manage, though they tried to pull away.

“It’s alright,” he said, speaking the way one might speak to an injured animal, low and even. It was enough to calm them a little, and they weren’t pulling as hard. “I’m trying to help. I need you to eat this, okay? Please, just…” He didn’t know what he was asking them for. Not to bite him? To eat? To be alright?

He was able to open their mouth and place a few raisins in. As soon as he let go they pulled their head slightly away. There was a long minute as they chewed the raisins, then swallowed, before they turned their head back towards Keigo and opened their mouth.

“Heh. Just like a little bird, huh?” He placed a few more raisins in their mouth, and they ate them just as slowly as the first.

He stayed with them for an hour, most of the time spent feeding them slowly. By the end they were leaning up and feeding themselves, shoveling handfuls of raisins and cereal into their mouth. He thanked God that the cereal was dry enough that they had to slow down to chew it, or he was certain they would have choked.

He handed them one of the waters, and they chugged it down while he used a feather to cut the steak into smaller pieces. He didn’t trust that they wouldn’t try to shove too much in their mouth and choke. It was the only time he’d seen food up there, and he was sure that his kid was already starving, even with the snacks he snuck in. He’d have to start doing that more often.

”Will you be alright?” he asked. He didn’t want to leave them alone here, not with what he knew.”

“Yes. Things do not feel pain.” They signed it like a mantra, like if they just said it enough it would become true.

“You aren’t a thing.” And then it hit him, plain as day.

“Seijin.” The kid glanced at him, and he signed it while he spoke. “Seijin. Your name.”

“Things do not have names.” Keigo was going to rip the man holding his kid to pieces when he got the chance. He didn’t even want to know what it had taken for this kid, for Seijin, to think of themself as less than human.

“You aren’t a thing. And I’m giving you a name, so you can’t be a thing.” The kid considered that, then shakily copied the signs he’d made for their name.

“Seijin. I am Seijin.” A smile started on their face, breaking into a grin as they signed their name over and over again. They noticed as he stood, letting out a short, high coo.

He signed that he was leaving, and they waved back before turning to the steak, shoving one piece into their mouth and then continuing to sign their name. Keigo grabbed the remains of the food he brought and the last recording device and left.

[nothingbutalgae]

Long rant, sorry. Just want to type this out and if someone wants to throw their thoughts about it to me, thats also cool.

I'm pretty annoyed and stressed ngl. So a few months ago I saw someone I met at a massage continuing ed thing at my pet store work. She asked if I lived around there and I said yes, and she told me she was trying to get her work to hire someone new bc she's swamped all the time and could use some help. So I gave her my name, phone number, where I work, etc, and she said there wasn't a position available but she would pass my info to her boss while trying to get her to hire another person. Well, didn't hear anything for a while (weeks/months I really don't know) until I suddenly get phone calls from the boss in question, she talks to me over the phone, tells me there isn't a position available still but she's working on it, we talk for a while, she says she will be in contact when they open one. Another month-ish passes, I get a call last Monday morning saying "hey sorry we haven't been in contact, position still isn't open because the admin has been out, let me know if you have any questions." And then calls a few hours later going "so can we schedule a time you could come in and talk and tour the facility?" And I was like ???? Bc it was like a 180 from a few hours prior when she just told me to call if I had questions. Didn't answer bc I was already at work so she left that as a voice-mail. She calls again while I'm still at work that day and leaves another voice mail about it. I'm already concerned and mildly annoyed at this point bc wtf is with this change? And I wasn't going to call her at 9:30 at night on her personal phone even if she said I could, so I didn't call back Monday at all, or Tuesday bc I had a phone interview somewhere else (bc after not hearing from them for so long I was like haha, just for fun, might as well see what's out there and get some interview practice, and then last week turned into me being stressed because all of the sudden I had a million things happening). So I called back on Wednesday and left a voice-mail. She calls back right before I'm going into work and I'm like ..... and let it go to voice-mail again. She called back again about 7 or 8 hours later, and I'm still at work and I had been looking at my phone when I see her calling and I'm like AAAUGH to my coworker and she's like don't answer it, so I don't, but then play the voice-mail and she's like "call me back up until 10:30pm! I want to schedule a time for you to come in" so I finally just go "screw it" and called her back at 10 when I got off work, and set up a time for 8am the next morning. I toured the place, talked to her, etc. She told me they still didn't have a position open, but essentially, it was a pretty informal interview I guess. But again, no position formally open so they couldn't tell me if I would be getting hourly pay or commission pay, and they didn't mention number of hours I would be working, etc. They said they would try to get a position open for me to apply for next (this) week. So she called on Wednesday, told me there was a position open, I didn't apply bc I wasn't feeling well and also had work. She called me again today, once again while I was at work and said she's not trying to bother me, but she wants me to apply so she can get everything started so I can start working there next week bc she's going on medical leave for weeks after this next one.

So basically went from not hearing from them for a month after inital contact (which was probably at least a month after i passed my info to the first person), to "let us know if you have questions, still no position though" to (a few hours later) "so do you want to come in and tour and talk about the possible position?" Twice in one day. I ghosted her for two days bc i had other stuff happening, called her back on Wednesday but she wasn't available so I left a message, only to get two more calls saying she wants me to come in in the next two days, I call back and agree to come in the very next morning, I go do that and am still told no position open but she'll try to get one open the following week and i can apply then. Position opens. I get two calls in two days to apply so that I can start next week bc she's leaving the following week. So the position says "on-call" on the website listing which.... uh? And it still doesn't list a pay amount/how they will decide pay (hourly or commission) and like??? Also they expect me to have a license to practice in the city bc duh (our state sucks for licensure of this bc we have to obtain a license for EVERY city we want to work in and renew them yearly), but like... I've never worked in this city before and before last week I wasn't even sure they were still interested in hiring me, so I never applied for this city's license since you have to pay to apply, and I'm pretty sure I said this, but now they want me to suddenly start next week and it's like hello????

I'm stressed, and I'm sure my anxiety isn't helping, but this seems red flaggy and I'm not sure if it's purely the anxiety or if I have cause to be concerned. Like it's a great opportunity and at a place I would like to work, but this has been so bizarre.

[linkemon]

Life Constant (Link x Reader)

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"ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ, ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ, ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢꜱ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ'ꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴋᴀʟᴇɪᴅᴏꜱᴄᴏᴘᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ."

— Bro...

[Reader] sighed.

— How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?

The guide was starting to annoy her. However, she didn't have much choice when she started her journey. Boldon was the only one heading towards Death Mountain. In addition, he had a large supply of elixir that allowed him to withstand the heat.

— But...

— No, that's it. It hurts my pride as a woman and...

The girl was surprised to notice that a blue dot appeared on her hand.

There was a growing beeping sound in the distance.

— It's a guardian! — Goron shouted in horror.

[Reader] dodged.

Fortunately, the laser only destroyed the rock behind her.

— Why didn't you tell me earlier?

— I tried...

They broke into a run as they heard another preparation for an attack.

The route to the Goron City was not easy. Travelers had to deal with inhuman heat and watch out for rock fragments. In addition, the feet slipped easily on the dark red ground. More than one Hylian has lost their lives on the treacherous trails.

Troubled times did not encourage travel but the girl wanted to sell precious stones to Ranelle. She really cared about jewelry materials, so she paid much more for them than the average customer. It was a quick way to earn a considerable amount of money.

However, [Reader] did not suspect that the road would be so dangerous.

— Dead end! — Boldon shouted in panic.

— You are a guide, for Hylia's sake!

— I didn't know the passage would be blocked! — He shook with fear.

The girl watched anxiously as the mechanical creature shook its head. When it realized that its victims had not run far, it pulled its metal limbs out of the ground and followed them.

There was a long beeping sound. However, it was interrupted by the clang of metal.

Goron opened his eyes first, expecting a new danger. However, he saw a small Hylian brandishing a large sword.

The boy cut precisely. He ruthlessly destroyed the monster. Once he was done, he started searching through its remains, pulling out screws and gears right from inside.

The girl, seeing that the threat had passed, looked furiously at the guide. It was true that he was much larger than her and covered with rocks but under her gaze he felt terribly tiny.

— Thanks for your help. — She approached the boy.

He nodded.

— Are you going towards the city?

She received the same reaction as before.

— Great. — She clasped her hands. — You will join us. Safer and happier together, mister...

— Link — the blonde finished.

— I'm [Reader], the best trader in Hyrule and this is Boldon. I can't offer you much at the moment because I have business to do but you can count on a future discount with me.

— Bro… — Goron began.

— Drop the bro!

[Reader] rubbed her cold hands together over the fire. A piercing cold was attacking her body every moment. She was hungry, tired and angry. She was lucky that the innkeeper liked to bargain and she got some meat from him for twenty rupees. She didn't have much money left, so this skewer might be one of the last decent meals in the next few days.

The fat sizzled loudly, competing with the growling of his stomach.

The girl felt her mouth water just thinking about roasted venison.

— It could always be worse — she muttered.

A moment later she felt something cold on the tip of her nose. She looked up. There was no doubt — there was going to be a snowstorm.

— Hylia must be joking! What have I done to deserve this?

She felt like crying.

— Can I sit down?

— Yeah, sure. — She nodded.

She hoped the newcomer hadn't heard her before. She would feel embarrassed.

The figure pulled back the hood of his black cloak. To her delight, a familiar face appeared.

— Mr. Hero, we meet again... and I thought that this hopeless day would never get better. — She winked. — Skewer?

The Hylian politely declined.

He didn't miss the shaking hands of the owner of the food.

Hebra was the coldest region of Hyrule. It was unwise to go into this area without warmer clothing. Especially since in some places the snow never melted.

The village of Rito was known for being extremely windy. This was the main reason why its inhabitants decided to settle here. It was much easier to fly in such areas. This also meant that the cold was taking its toll there, especially on people.

Link didn't hesitate long. He took off his black cloak and put it on [Reader's] shoulders.

The girl tightened her fingers on the material. She covered herself with it up to her nose, murmuring her thanks.

— You're probably wondering why I don't have a jacket... — She sighed. — It's stupid but I had to get rid of it to earn some rupee for the night. When I came here, I thought I would be able to sell arrows in the village. I had as many as a hundred with me. Then it turned out that there was no demand. Someone was there before me.

— I'll buy all your arrows.

— Really? — She looked away from the brightly burning fire in surprise.

The boy nodded.

— What a relief. You're falling from heaven... Of course, as I promised, there will be a discount. — She emphasized the last word.

She stood up from the wooden stool, stretched and headed towards the luggage.

The truth was that Link had plenty of arrows. He didn't know why he needed more. However, he found that for the smile [Reader] gave him, he was ready to buy the entire stock at a normal price.

— Sav'aaq!

Link looked around the town square uncertainly. The voice sounded familiar but he wasn't sure where it came from.

He arrived at Gerudo late in the morning. Since then, he has been looking around the stands and gathering information. New smells and sounds reached him from everywhere. He especially liked the language spoken in this area. He understood most of it but the accents and greetings were something he had never encountered before. The culture of the desert women was unique.

He felt like a fraud. He wasn't supposed to be here but he put on a woman's disguise and went through the gate. However, he kept telling himself that it was for the greater good. Only he could calm Vah Naboris and thus guarantee peace to the city's inhabitants.

He was just about to move on when he heard the familiar voice again.

— Excuse me...

He felt a small hand on his shoulder.

He turned around and, to his delight, saw [Reader]. She was standing in front of a wooden stand with a colourful roof.

She looked him over.

— I think we know each other...

The boy looked around. A lot of people passed him but no one paid much attention to him.

He bowed his head. Golden hair cascaded, covering his face. He pulled the blue veil aside for a moment and quickly put it back on.

— Link! I don't believe my eyes! Disguise... — The girl stopped mid-sentence when one of the potential clients looked at her, disgusted by the noise. — I'm impressed you got in here. — She lowered her voice. — If I didn't know who you were, I'd say you look like a lovely vai.

The boy felt himself getting hot. This time it wasn't because of the hot sun.

He was glad that the blue cloth was covering his face, otherwise his blush would have been obvious.

— I'd like to sell you something useful but I only have this. — She pointed to the stand.

Behind her, colourful, plush mascots of various sizes were piled up. They were shaped like animals he had seen several times as he traveled through the desert.

— They're Sand Seals. The Gerudo leader likes them very much. And it's not just her. Everyone here is crazy about them. I had a good idea for this business. — She hugged one of the toys. — Am I not boring you with my talk? You probably want to keep shopping...

Link shook his head vehemently.

— Then we'll go eat something. — It's on me. Estan, will you watch the stand?

The elder vai nodded.

— Sarqso!

[Reader] turned around for a moment to grab something from behind the counter.

— I had a feeling we would meet again. I wanted to thank you, so I made it for you. You carry a lot of things, hence the size.

The boy looked at the stuffed animal. The tiny, yellow sand seal was wearing a blue tunic. It was pleasant to the touch. Two cornflower blue buttons were sewn on as eyes. Its fangs were made of white material that standed out against the rest of the body.

It definitely resembled him.

He felt grateful at the thought that the girl had taken the time to make a toy just for him.

Ever since he woke up after a hundred years of sleep, he had been constantly on the road. Every week a new place, different enemies, adventures and surroundings. He didn't have many friends and people's faces changed like in a kaleidoscope but now he realized that someone was thinking about him and that made him happy.

He didn't like talking. This was difficult for him but he decided to make an exception.

— Thank you — he whispered.

[Reader] nodded and led him through the winding streets.

— We have carp, crabs and snails — [Reader] listed.

Link busied himself with lighting a fire. Although the wood was slightly wet, he managed to start a flame with a flint. He was used to the fact that in the land of Zora it was impossible to avoid water. Sometimes it even poured into his backpack, although he had no idea how that was possible.

— Only seafood. There would be good soup but it's already dark. We don't have that much time. It's probably best to roast them.

The blonde nodded as he usually did.

He started whittling one of the remaining twigs but he couldn't concentrate on the task. His mind was filled with thoughts of the next morning's journey.

The moment he was preparing for after waking up was fast approaching. He released all four Divine Beasts but he still didn't feel ready. If he could, he would gladly give up the Master Sword and hide somewhere away from people. However, he knew that Zelda was waiting for him in the castle. The princess was facing Ganon alone for over a hundred years. Duty called. The threat had to be eliminated once and for all, even if he was overcome with fear.

He didn't feel like an indomitable hero at all, even though many people thought he was. He was afraid. He didn't want [Reader] to read it on his face.

He sat down with his back to the fire at the edge of the river and dipped his feet into the fast-flowing stream.

— Is everything's all right? — She joined him.

He looked away.

— You're worried about tomorrow. It's normal. — She put her head on his shoulder.

He felt a pleasant warmth in the place where the girl leaned.

— You don't understand. I shouldn't feel afraid — he said quietly.

— Only stupid people aren't afraid — she said.

He put his arm around her.

— And you?

— I'm scared too... but that doesn't stop me from believing in you.

The boy looked at her from under his too long hair. The moonlight reflected in her eyes. He saw great trust in them. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. It was short and fleeting. Just like the moments they had to themselves between saving the world. Despite this, it carried a certain kind of warmth. It didn't calm him down but it was enough to put a smile on [Reader's] face.

— The fish is ready, I'm starving. — She pulled his hand towards the light.

The boy knew that in a few hours he would find out whether faith was enough. For now, though, he had this moment and he prayed to Hylia that it would last as long as possible.

[the-firebird69]

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You said code to get him out of the fight he said you're like Chris said no he's not I don't want to fight you don't want to help because I have a parallel and he is condescending and for real. So he goes ahead and says that says you like him in a way that you don't want to fight but you're starting fights and you're going to get one it says screw you while he's leaving the ring and since you don't know what you're talking about and stuff like that it's packing some stuff with your corny Lions you little loser and that was it so that's it my piece I don't have to say stuff, he got gang signs in gangland where boxers training you training gang areas and he's been known to probably what he wanted was you to leave before you get hurt now he can go to jail for that he's got other people do what they should do so you can do some stuff and let's face it this train is out of control so he got that message and he went to the boxing commission said he's saying this and he's saying that out loud and you have it on tape and he's issuing gang signs during the boxing match which is illegal and he's telling me I don't have a chance and that kind of stuff he's threatening my life and he has been knocking out people recently viciously so he submitted it and they said no and it no on it and then he said yes and he said why and they said where getting a call I said good so he said I'll accept that and said this is pugilism this is not a sport for ruffians in real life they looked at them smiled a little smiled back and said you're correct it's a sport and they told them told him to stay their phone you're going to call him to rain the other guy and they arranged him like 20 minutes later and he was thankful he didn't have to sit there again caught himself what just happened a lot and they went in the court and they found the guy guilty and they bring him to jail and he's yelling and screaming those ways to get the idea he goes law and order the TV show you keep cramming in her face or he's having us do it because you keep craving it in his face and having him do it so he got real personal and he got mad and said he'll get the data he said you don't worry about that bud and it's sat down it's just so good and he knows I should find you but you know she's having a hard time okay this guy is a holocausting people and blaming others then he said there's a reward out on him for a different character he says I won't collect that but I will collect all the rewards and so we can give you a few and it goes I can buy the new track cuz I don't have time to build them and we can send you a little wagons gorilla wagons... He said no and the gorilla wagons so you got the money and he bought a whole bunch of these strikes for his people to escape with to do work with and people are starting to get it

Thor Freya

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It seems to me that Yumi Art and Seleene had a personal conflict. I have been watching Yumi Art for a long time and I myself ordered several commissions from her. I also waited a long time, but I got them. It looks like Celine is encouraging Yumi to be bullied. I don't believe that Yumi is a fraud. In addition, she wrote that she was seriously ill and her illness began to progress with the seasons. It's normal for her to suddenly disappear, but she always comes back and paints. I have also often seen that artists who are very popular take a long time to paint. At one time I ordered a commission from Dannex009 and waited for my commission for 3 years. He also continued to open new commissions. It seems to be a common practice. I don't blame Yumi for not being able to return the money, although it used to be possible. Yumi is not to blame for what is happening in the world. People should just wait and not fall for false accusations. When I received her price list, it was written there that she does not issue refunds and may have to wait a long time for a commission, so I was ready for this when I made an order with her. Seleene, also had to read this.

Whether she had conflict or not with seelen, she has no excuse for making people wait 2 years! Some didn't even get a sketch in two years... are you kidding me?. How long did she make you wait?.

Sure anyone can get sick, if she feels like she can't do her job then she freaking refund them. She had opportunities to do it before Ukraine- Russia war. Now Allegedly she is using VPN for her paypal.

"It's normal for her to suddenly disappear, but she always comes back and paints"... yeah she comes back and paints personal arts and ych..... she doesn't give a damn about people who commissioned her.

This is a buisness for her and she should it take it very seriously because the word of people is going to impact on her buisness whether she likes it or not. She has to understand she can't screw around and has to respect her clients.

And are you saying she doesn't do refunds ... you kidding ? So she doesn't do her job, some of her clients haven't gotten a sketch for two years, they complain about it she comes up with so many others excuses . And still doesn't want to refund? And you want to convince me she is not a scammer????. And you want to say she is falsely accused????.

She needs to change that " non refund" clause, lots of artists do say they refund at least half of the money after doing sketches/ line art. She didn't do any of that until anons started to call her out on our blog and suddendly she remembered she has been making people wait for two years and drew them sketches.

What you are trying to say anon is that according to you basically clients can't complain about Yumiho's horrible buisness practice and if they criticize her then it is bullying??? No one has falsely accused her of anything, her clients complained, she didnt deliver any sketches for two years, and even you said she doesnt do refunds. Tell me what are they supposed to do??? wait for more years? hell no, it's unfair to them.

"Celine is bullying yumi ho" You are using strong words anon, do you even have any proof that seelen is bullying her? And are you always accusing seeleen as if other clients aren't complaining ( sarcasm inserted).

You want to compare dannex with yumi ho? Dannex is far more popular and has long extensive list of client. Many of his clients order 5 to 10 cms at once. Go check his list, and he does update his clients. All he does is posting his cms art, he doesn't do personal arts and Ychs. He even closes his commission just to finish up with rest of his remaining commissions. She should learn from him.