#so have dew covered ones instead XD

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Inktober Day Two: Spiders

[writingjourney]

ziplocked love pt. 2 | dew x fem!reader

Summary: Dewdrop is away on tour and you’re struggling more than you care to admit to him.

Content: 4k words, fluff, a bit of angst, smut (18+ only, facetime sex, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, nudes), more soft dew, more banter, aether being a cutie

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Ao3 link

Again, this is 18+ only because it contains explicit content. I am already preparing for this to vastly underperform xD Thanks to everyone for your help with the donuts! Hope you enjoy!

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Summary: Dew is away on tour and you’re struggling more than you care to admit to him.

One big advantage of living in the ghoul’s den is that they have their own kettle. You don’t need to walk all the way to the kitchens for the comforts of a late night tea. Instead all you have to do is carry your mug from the kitchen area down the hall to Dew’s bedroom, lock the door and settle into your pile of blankets. The tea doesn’t warm you up quite as well as your boyfriend does, but the options are limited and you take what you can get.

Your phone buzzes right when you take the first sip.

S: Send me a hot pic to keep me going ‘til I’m alone later, baby.🍑 

You  smile at your screen and contemplate Dew’s request, staring at the peach emoji he added. You could just do it or… No. You end up sending a pic of your steaming tea mug instead.

Y: Like this?

D: Haha.

Y: Have to be more specific.

He doesn’t reply for another five minutes. The ritual starts soon and with the time difference, it’s getting late for you. While waiting, you try to snap a seductive picture of your baby blue panties. You’re wearing Dew’s shirt with a big inverted pentagram on it but his smell has already faded and even though his room does still smell like him, it feels like you’re taking over more and more. He’s only gone for a month but time stretches so long these days.

D: Skin, baby. Please.

You send him one of the pics you just took, your hip only covered by the tiny panties, the hem of the shirt visible at the edge right where your belly starts. Y: Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.

D: Cute.

You frown at the screen. Y: That’s all I get?

D: Babe, if you want more you have to send more.

Y: And what do I get?

D: Compliments.

Y: Nah, thanks. I know I’m hot.

You think you got him, watch the three dots on the screen blinking, then stopping, then blinking again. He’s probably speechless now, used to you revelling in his praise, maybe you can even get him to beg. But no. You lose the game, the dots disappear. Never gamble with a demon. 

You startle when the device starts vibrating a second later. As always, his picture lighting up your screen makes your heart flutter. You saved him under Little Menace after you learned that he saved you under Little Minx. Seeing the name always makes you smile.

„Hey, handsome,“ you say. „Calling to beg?“

Dew scoffs. „Calling to hear your voice since you won’t give me anything else.“

„Aw, I love you, too.“

„Babe,“ he warns.

„What?“

„Is it so bad that I miss your body?“

You chuckle. „No, but you already have a ton of nudes.“

„I need new ones every day, you can’t expect me to be happy with the one hundred and fifty-three that I have!“ He sighs when you don’t answer. „You just love being mean to me. Letting me starve.“

„I do. Because you’re cute when you get desperate.“

„All I heard was I’m cute and I agree.“ He hums, a happy drawn-out sound that makes you smile. „Okay, I have a proposal. You send me a pic. A really good pic. And later, when I use it, I’m recording that for you.“

„I’m listening.“

„What, that’s not enough?“

„No, I have a bunch of nut vids of you. And I’ll be asleep by then. Where’s the excitement?“

You’re teasing him. Of course it’s enough, of course you’re happy with any crumb he throws your way. He often sends you pictures of himself in front of the venues they’re performing at or just random things he finds interesting and you eat it all up. Last week he sent you a pic of some random person’s cat, saying it reminded him of you, and you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face for hours.

„How about I add some extra pictures? Come on, you’re getting a video and a bunch of pics for just one nude. Great deal, if you ask me.“

You can’t help but chuckle. „Hmmmm. Alright, I think that’s okay.“

„You’re messing with me. You know fully well that you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, you little minx.“

„You’re just very horny,“ you say, smirking at the use of the nickname. „Making deals while horny is never a good idea, baby. Shouldn’t you know that, as a student of the infernal dealmaker?“

„I do know that but you left me no choice.“ He pauses and you wish you could see him. „Wait a sec. How the hell did you manage to trick me when I’m the one who’s supposed to trick humans?“ You hear shuffling on his side, a door, voices. „Fuck, I need to get ready. I love you, baby. And send the fucking pic, I swear it’s urgent.“

With that he’s gone and you let out a sigh of disappointment, the sudden quiet surrounding you like a heavy fog. You’d sell your soul to have him here. But then again you kind of already sold it, agreeing to a romantic relationship with a demonic creature. It’s all fun and games up until the moment you realise they’re not human, that their emotions, their whole minds work in mysterious ways you don’t always understand.

You snap Dew the picture he wanted, trying to bury the doubts, six feet under. He misses you, you know it. Of course what he misses most is touching you because that’s the one thing you can’t do over phones, but it’s not like your body is the only thing he misses, right? 

Unless ghouls don’t feel like that. They are eternal creatures, forged in the ever-burning fires of hell. What’s a few earthly months to them? And he has so many distractions, he has no time to properly miss you.

The thought stings more than it should. It’s not his fault. You know who you’re in love with and he does the best he can. You know he’s already way out of his comfort zone, being committed to you, why can’t you stop wanting more?

After sending him a better photo, you change into sweatpants and a hoodie. No point in looking sexy now and it’s cold in the ghoul’s den, your tea already lukewarm. It hasn’t gone unnoticed that you’re sleeping in Dew’s room, snide comments by Siblings and hushed whispers when you come up the stairs a daily occurrence. But no one has stopped you yet and so you continue to wrap his blankets around you, bury your face in his pillow until you’re close to suffocating.

Even now, you sometimes find one of his silky long hairs in bed or wake up with one of his blond lashes stuck to your cheek. Missing him always feels hardest in those tiny moments – pulling a new shirts out for you to wear and remembering the last time he wore it. Passing by one of the spots in the abbey that he kissed you in. Or fucked you in. Sometimes he just stops you in the hallway to nibble at your neck and tell you he loves you. And you half expect him to do it before remembering that he’s gone. Because he is gone and yet he’s everywhere. Walking around the abbey feels heavy now, the echos of these moments following your every step.

You close your eyes, reminding yourself that in two weeks you’re going to fly out to see him. You can only visit for a few days and then he’ll be gone for another month. But it’s better than nothing, it’s better than whatever this here is.

You’re not sure when your basic bodily functions became dependent on someone else. 

Okay, that is dramatic. You know you can live without Dew, you don’t really need him for survival.

But ever since he left, you sleep like shit. 

There is just something about the empty bed that depresses you. It’s not even the lack of sex, even though him tiring you out most days probably does help, but you’re pretty sure it’s being alone with your thoughts that wakes your insomnia again. Before Dew, these nights were frequent. You’ve gotten used to discussing your days with him, receiving his comfort and undivided attention, clearing your head before it hit the pillow.

Now, you’re just alone with yourself again. 

The longer he’s gone, the more sleep-deprived you are. It doesn’t help that you’re on kitchen duty all week, getting up at five a.m. to help with breakfast and then nearly falling asleep during Morning Mass a few hours later. The same exhausting rhythm every day, slowly grinding you like wheat in a mill, until you’re nothing but dust.

When Dew finally FaceTimes you on their day off on Thursday with a five hour time difference you’re knackered and emotionally drained. For him, it’s still a young evening. For you, it’s midnight on day four of this agonising cycle.

You answer with a forced smile that turns into a genuine one once you see his face. „Hey, baby.“

„Hey, babe.“ He’s lying in a hotel bed, white pillow propped up behind him. „You look so beautiful.“

„Thanks.“ He’s either lying or the dim light in his room hides the bags under your eyes. But you take it nonetheless, any kind word welcome. „You look really handsome, too.“

„I’ve been thinking about you so much today.“ He sighs dramatically. „See, we were at this donut place and they had all your favorites. It felt wrong not to get you anything.“

You hum. „Sounds great. What’d you get?“

„Thought about getting Boston Cream but then they had Red Velvet, so I couldn’t not get that. I mean, it was red.“

„Why am I not surprised?“

„Aw, baby you know I like stuffing my mouth with sweet red things.“

You can’t fight the smirk. „Was it good?“

„It was incredible but nothing compared to your taste,“ he says. „Which is also something I’ve been thinking about all day.“

„Are you alone?“ 

The inquiry is stupid. Literally any of the other ghouls would have been heard snickering or crudely commenting by now. But for some reason the question alone feels seductive.

„Yea, Aeth is over at Rain’s for an hour or so. We’re all by ourselves.“

An hour is good. You can muster enough energy for that.

„How about you show me what’s under that black t-shirt, then?“ you ask.

„Will you show me what’s under yours?“

„Trying to bargain again?“

Dew smirks. „Always.“

You both shed your layers until you’re completely bare and it’s exciting to watch it only via small frames, tiny glimpses, to hear the shuffling but not see all of it just yet. You catch a pierced nipple, a stretch of bare, charcoal skin, the beginnings of his happy trail, slender muscles and boney joints, his hair spilling over his shoulders, until he’s done and holding you up to his face. You can tell he’s flushed, not only horny but properly turned on, ready to do the nasty things you’ve been dreaming of ever since your last phone date. You wish you were more awake, more in tune with yourself.

„You’re so beautiful,“ you say. „I miss touching all of this.“

He smirks. „Me too. Show me more of you, baby.“

You know he wants to see your breasts, they’re pretty much already in frame anyway, and you squeeze your arms together to push them up some more. Dew gives an appreciative hum, followed by a wistful sigh.

„Touch your nipples for me,“ he says. „I want to see them perk up. Like they do when I blow on them.“

You do as he says, moving your fingers over your breasts, circling your areola, squeezing, then rolling your nipple between two fingers, all while watching over the screen how he starts stroking himself. He’s hard and beautiful, veiny and slick with his own spit. It really gets you going to watch him, even though you hate that you don’t get to touch him in any way. He’s already leaking, the skin of his boney fingers glistening wetly. You lick your lips, trying to conjure up his taste, to imagine his hands touching you right now. For a second you close your eyes and it’s almost real. You run a tentative hand down your belly, finding your pussy dripping, waiting, aching for him.

„I’m so wet, baby.“ You whimper when you brush your clit. „So, so wet.“

„Show me.“

It always takes you a while to get comfortable wielding around your phone, to stop worrying about the camera angle or if it looks weird in any way. In the dim lighting, your curves look soft, your skin ashen, almost like it’s dressed in shadows, and you hope it translates. When you move the camera between your legs and play with your arousal, Dew groans.

„Fuck, I can’t believe I don’t get to taste this,“ he says. „I would kill a man to eat you out right now.“

You smile, mostly because you know he’s not exaggerating. But at the same time, you’re aching for his cock far more than for his mouth, mostly because you really need his lips on yours. You want his whole body surrounding you when his tongue pushes past your lips. The lack of kissing during phone sex is infuriating.

„Babe, I can’t see you,“ you complain. He gets sloppy when he’s focused on you.

„Right, sorry.“ 

He readjusts the camera. „Better?“

„Yea.“

„You think you can show me if you’re ready for me?“

It’s easy to imagine he’s sprawled out beside you, giving you orders to touch yourself before he does. You’ve done that before. So you slowly push a finger inside of you, testing the waters before you add a second one. „So ready,“ you say. „Please.“

He curses but you can’t keep your eyes open. It’s painful to know he’s not gonna do it for you, no matter how much you’re begging. You pump your fingers into your dripping cunt but they’re not as long as his, not as nimble. And they certainly don’t stretch you like his cock does.

„Doing so good, baby. I know you’d take me so well.“ His voice is strained, you know he’s pretty far along, his hand moving faster now, rhythmic, obscene sounds coming out of your speakers. They’re not as clear, not as melodious, muffled by the microphone.

Nevertheless they have the same effect on you. „Mhm, Dew.“

„Keep going,“ he says, groaning as his hand moves over his length. You only vaguely register what he’s doing, too busy with yourself. You wish you had your second hand to touch your breasts or even better, to squeeze your throat like he does. It’s not enough stimulation, not enough to drown out your thoughts, the white noise buzzing in your brain, making it hard to let go.

„You have to keep talking,“ you say, knowing it’s the only way you’re gonna come. „Please.“

„Fuck, you just have to imagine it’s me. I’d fuck you so good, you’d scream down the whole abbey.“ Another groan, faster sounds. „You’re doing so well, baby. I can see how much you want me, keep giving me those pretty noises. Make yourself feel good for me, huh. So damn good. Shit, that’s my girl, my good. fucking. girl.“

You tumble over the edge when you hear Dew’s unrestrained moans and whimpers mixing with your own, the slick sounds of his hand spreading his seed over his length as he rides out his orgasm. His groans fill your ears as you press your fingers into your spongy walls, trying to reach higher. It’s intense, despite the lack of body contact, and you feel your heart clenching in your chest. It’s pleasure mixed with a range of other sensations you can’t quite place. Already you can feel your emotions whirling around, thoughts becoming muddled again. You fight back, to cling to sweet oblivion for a while longer, but you’re too vulnerable right now and it takes all the restraint you can muster to bite back a physical reaction. All you want to do is cry like a baby, to let it all spill out.

But Dew is still there, he can’t know.

„Fuck that was so much better than the fucking donut.“ You hear a few more deep breaths. „Aight, baby, I’m just gonna clean up and get dressed before Aether comes back.“

He’s gone then, camera facing the white hotel ceiling as you vaguely hear running water in the background. It allows you to let out the sob you’ve been holding in and the tears fall on their own accord. Your body is sensitive, you’re stripped bare not only physically. You put the phone away, face down so he can’t see you weeping but the quiet only lasts a few seconds.

Because of course he can still hear.

„Are you crying?“ he asks, shuffling back onto the bed.

You fight another sob. „No.“

„Baby, show me your pretty face.“

„No.“

„Hey, don’t shut me out.“

His velvety soft tone makes you pick the phone back up, pouting into the camera as you try to fight back more tears. There is no way you can get rid of the grimace on your face but he doesn’t show it; his face is scrunched up, brows knit together in concern. He’s wearing a black t-shirt now and you miss seeing his bare chest.

„What’s wrong?“ His voice drips with worry. „Baby, tell me.“

„I’m sorry.“ You sniffle. „I’m so sorry, I ruined it.“ 

„No, no, it’s fine.“

„I don’t know what’s wrong with me.“

„That’s okay, it’s all too much, huh?“

All you can muster is a weak nod, closing your eyes to fight the approaching headache.

„What can I do to make it better?“ Dew asks.

Come home. 

But you know the request is unfair and you don’t really want him to. You know he loves touring, he’s having the time of his life based on what you see in all the videos and you want him to soak up all of it. You’re just being selfish, codependent and clingy. And you don’t want to be selfish, codependent and clingy. You want to give him the space he deserves.

„Nothing,“ you say. „I can handle it.“

„You’ve been a bit off for a while now but I figured you’d tell me if something was wrong,“ Dew says. „You trust me, right?“

„I don’t know what you mean. Of course I trust you.“

He ignores you. „Is it just missing me? Or something else?“ 

You frown. Just missing him. For some reason this feels like the wrong answer. Just missing him. He’s obviously doing so much better than you.

 You swallow, the lump in your throat making it painful. „You know orgasms make me emotional.“

„Baby, this is not that and we both know it.“

He gives you a minute to search for an answer which is fair and very unlike him and his impulsive nature. You appreciate his patience and to see his handsome face so full of concern eases your worries. He’s trying so hard for you. You don’t need to hide.

„I sleep really bad,“ you admit, looking away. „And yea, I really fucking miss you.“

„You’ll be here soon, though. In a week.“

„Yea.“

„You can do it, right?“

„Yea, I’ll manage. I can handle it,“ you say, barely hiding your irritation. „I told you.“

„Hey, don’t be snappy.“

You look back into the camera. His face is surprisingly soft, not upset like you expected. He looks beautiful with his hair slightly messy like that, eyes still glinting with that post-orgasmic bliss.

„I miss you, too. You know that, right?“

„Yes.“

„And I can’t wait to see you.“

„Mhm.“

He scoffs. „I can’t wait to see you too, Dew,“ he says in a high-pitched voice, a poor imitation of yours. „I love you sooo much.“

Despite yourself, you smile. „Idiot. I don’t sound like that.“

„Look, there’s my baby.“ He smiles. „So fucking pretty.“

His words cement the happy expression on your face. It feels good to hear him say it, feels good to have him cheer you up. His virtual comfort is a bandaid that’ll carry you over the next week. Seeing him will be a proper remedy.

„I guess I’m just really tired,“ you say in defeat. „I’ve been on kitchen duty all week which means getting up at five and then I can’t sleep until three most nights.“

„You’re running on two hours of sleep?“

„That’s being generous, yea.“

„Now I’m not surprised you randomly start crying,“ he says. „I would have most likely killed someone by now.“

You giggle. „Oh, yea, you would’ve.“

A door opens and Dew groans in annoyance.

„Heeeeey,“ you hear Aether calling. „You decent?“

Dew rolls his eyes. „No.“

„You are, you liar.“

Aether comes into frame, plopping down behind Dew and pulling him close to his chest, saying your name. „Hi.“

„Hi, Aeth.“

„You look pretty,“ he says.

„Stop staring at her boobs,“ Dew says. „Baby get a shirt. He’s ogling you.“

You roll your eyes and put the phone to the side, slipping into the shirt from earlier. „I don’t know why you care, he saw me so many times by now.“

„Only because he doesn’t know what knocking is.“

„Hey, if you don’t lock the door that’s like an invitation,“ Aether says. „Besides, your girlfriend loves when I come over to cuddle at night because then she can finally be someone’s little spoon.“

„What are you talking about? She loves being the big spoon. Don’t you, baby?“

You grin. „I love both.“

Dew makes a face while Aether’s smile widens. He squeezes Dew to his chest, engulfing him in a hug that is so tight he almost drops the phone. „You are very small spoon shaped,“ Aether says. „I get it.“

„Fuck you,“ Dew replies.

„Wish I could squeeze myself in there,“ you say with a sad smile.

Dew’s eyes find yours over the display and he gives you a knowing look, aware of your pain, but Aether doesn’t seem bothered.

„If you want something to cuddle with you can take my huge banana plushie, that’s basically Dew’s size anyway,“ he offers, then snickers. „Well, the size of his body.“

Dew makes to complain but you interrupt him. „Thanks, that’s a nice idea. Hey, if you two are tired, we can just say goodnight.“

„No, we’re not tired,“ Dew exclaims. „It’s only eight.“

„I am tired,“ Aether says.

„Not my problem.“

„It’s okay,“ you say. „I can just…“

„No, I want to fall asleep with you.“ Dew awkwardly wriggles free from Aether’s grasp. „Or watch you fall asleep at least. Would that help with your sleeping issues?“

„Maybe.“

„She has sleeping issues?“ Aether asks.

„Stop listening in,“ Dew chides. „This is a private conversation. Private. Do you want me to spell it out?“

„It’s not private. We’re in the same room. I can’t not hear you.“

„Try harder?“

While they bicker, you put the phone away, clean yourself with a tissue and finally pull the covers over your shivering body. Then you prop the phone up on Dew’s pillow. After a few tries you get it to stand so you don’t have to hold it anymore. It takes a few more minutes until Dew has his bed for himself again and you see his face.

„Want to try and sleep?“ he asks. „I’ll just… hang around until you do.“

„You don’t have to.“

„I don’t want you to fall asleep alone and sad. So, yea I have to.“

You reluctantly nod and close your eyes. You are tired, or at least your muscles are, getting heavier by the second. You’re almost asleep when you hear his voice again, a whisper that gives you goosebumps.

„Hey, baby? I love you.“

You smile. „I love you, too.“

Somewhere in the background you hear Aether call over the buzz of a toothbrush. „I love you, too!“

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I hope this was at least a little bit of what you wanted it to be because ngl I don't do well with the pressure of expectations. I can see myself writing a part 3 with a reunion, so lmk if you'd want that. Prequel is in the works, too. Feedback is as always much appreciated and a big motivation for any writer, remember this is not the clock app and we're real people. Have a nice day friends and thanks for reading!

Part 3 here

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I fucking demand chicken punz angst /lh

// vomit

Punz wasn’t thinking.

And then, all of a sudden, he was.

He dug his fingers into the dew-soaked ground, hauled himself up to his knees, and promptly threw up. It was awful. What the fuck had he been eating?

When he opened his eyes he found that he had, apparently, been eating grass, insects, and corn. He spat bile onto the wet ground and sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It was like pulling his mind out of sleep, but worse. He knew that just a few moments ago he hadn’t been thinking, hadn’t been conscious at all. What had happened?

A quiet cluck behind him, and he turned around. There was a chicken perched on the back of an empty chair, its feathers ruffled and eyes closed. He was in an empty schoolhouse, lit only by moonlight coming in from the gaps in the eaves, kneeling on a dirt floor.

He stood to walk over to the chicken and then choked, something tightening around his throat. He put his hand up to find the thin leather of a leash tied around his neck, attached to one of the posts of the blackboard at the front of the room. It snapped when he yanked on it, but the ghost of that tightness still lingered around his neck. What the hell.

He turned around and sat on the desk behind him, reaching a hand out to the chicken on the back of the chair. It opened an eye and regarded him sleepily, then slowly stepped off the wood and onto his arm. He pet the feathers on the back of its head and rested his forearm on his lap while she settled down into sleep again, rustling her feathers. The skin under his hoodie itched, irritated from something, but her claws digging into his skin alleviated that slightly.

Her? Odd. He frowned and glanced around the schoolhouse, wincing at the taste of bile and vomit in his mouth. It was full of empty chairs and desks. There were drawings scribbled on the board, amatuer sketches done in chalk. He noticed his handwriting on one of them.

Me, it said above one of the figures in the drawing, and then above the shorter one: KSI. Then he started to remember.

KSI. Some being Quackity had brought in, some weird-as-hell spirit mildly obsessed with debauchery and a vast degree of inexperience with their world. They had all gone along with the chaos, for some reason. How had every single one of them ended up inside this little schoolhouse, letting a thing with zero knowledge of how the mortal plane worked explain to them what sex was.

That thing had done something to their heads.

He stood up to walk around the classroom. It was mostly empty, just the drawings on the board, a broken leash on the ground, a drowsy hen perched on his arm. Where had everyone gone, and why did they leave him?

A flash of yellow caught his eye and he stepped around one of the desks to see…something, lying limp on the ground. A little bundle of pale feathers. He bent over and reached out with a fingertip to nudge it, then stopped before he could touch it. It was a dead chick, its dark eyes still open, beak slightly parted. Its head was bent back at an odd angle.

Punz still felt unwilling to touch it. It was so…small. Just a little thing of flesh and fragile bones, the yellow down that covered its body wet from dew, tiny nubs of wings half-opened. Its feet were curled up under it. He’d seen dead birds before, fuck, he’d even killed them himself. Karl once had an entire pit of chickens on Punz’s property that were multiplying at an alarming rate until Punz killed them. There should be no reason for this tiny, broken body in the moonlight to be as tragic as it was.

The leash around his neck when he awoke. The…stuff he’d been eating. The strange sadness at seeing that dead chick on the ground. KSI, staring Punz straight in the eyes.

They’d transformed him into a chicken.

Jesus fucking christ.

Punz threw up again.

After he’d finished gagging on the bile in his mouth he turned back to the body of the dead chick. The chick…oh god, he’d fathered that thing. He’d been turned into an animal and they’d tied him to a post and watched him…watched him…

The chicken on his arm opened its eyes and looked at him quizzically. He wanted to throw it. Yeah, he’d been a chicken at the time but holy fuck. Punz averted his eyes and bent to slide a hand, shaking slightly, under the dead chick’s body. Its head flops a little when he picked it up and he steadied it with his thumb. His head was clouded and at some point any sentience in his brain had deteriorated, trapped in the mind of a bird. And he couldn’t have been in his right mind originally, not if he was sitting at a desk playing school while some dark-skinned spirit with purple hair explained what an orgy was to them.

He tries to string together the events as he walks home, quietly praying that no one sees him, and that no one remembers. Quackity showed up with some being that wanted to teach them about sex and couldn’t pronounce his name right. They’d made drawings, as homework, and Punz had called the thing short. And it turned him to a bird.

The chick on the ground couldn’t be his, he realized. It wasn’t old enough, and you had to incubate eggs for a long time before they hatched. Whatever was in the bowels of the chicken on his shoulder at the moment was his, though.  Biologically.

He wanted to die. It was humiliating. They’d tied him up and watched him fuck a bird and he still remembered the laughter.

Thank XD, Punz didn’t pass anyone on his way back. And he wondered: would they even remember? He still remembers what happened because of the bile in his throat from throwing up insects and the ghost of a leash around his neck and the itch in his forearms. Maybe the rest of them will wake up with no real recollection of what happened last night. Unless the only reason Punz forgot was because of the time he spent trapped in the head of an animal…

He didn’t go straight to sleep when he reached his tower. Instead he went up to the pumpkin patch beside his house and knelt in the night-wet grass, digging a grave in the earth with his hands. His fingernails were sharper than he remembered, sturdier, and it was easier to make a hole in the dirt than it should have been. He hated how easily the soil crumbled under his fingers. Make it difficult, he cried in his head. Humans weren't built to burrow into the earth, make it hard enough to remind him he didn’t belong on his knees in the grass with a curious hen perched on his shoulder.

He buried the chick in minutes and turned to go inside.

There was rising dread in the back of his head about the irritating prickle on his forearms. It wasn’t until he got into the bedroom in his tower that he could set the hen on the post of his bed and tear his hoodie off, examining his arms in the moonlight.

They looked like they were covered in goosebumps, little bumps bristling all over his arms, but he already knew what it had to be. He could feel similar ones on his shoulders and the back. Feathers. It had to be feathers. Fuck, not even his body could stay the same after that, could it? How long did it even take to grow feathers?

Far, far too long, he found out. He attempted to fall asleep only to be woken less than an hour later by an increasing itch in his skin. He could feel the shafts as they grew, pushing up under his skin. It was agonizing, the slow stretch of skin as feathers attempted to push through. His skin wasn’t fucking built for it; he wasn’t supposed to have any of this happen to him in the first place. Itching at the spots only drew blood with his far-too-sharp nails.

Maybe he fell asleep somewhere in that first nightmarish night, but everything blended together into the itch on his arms and the exhaustion in his head and the soft clucking of the hen on his bedpost.

He wanted to die.

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

*breathe hard*I need air, oh this is beautiful! I would like to know more, the Noble AU is like a fire!

*slaps lap in excitement*

OKAY! Have a brief update on what has happened so far~

Yonna was brought in to train with Damascus to become a knight and the mantis really grew found of her but she’s hiding it in the most tsundere way. She doesn’t want to appear motherly but like a harsh mentor. I think Yonna figures she’s lowkey caring but keeps up the act of serious knight in training. So far, she thought her some nail art and way of the mantis fight, Yonna packed a bit of muscle in mean time.

So after Misren’s terrible action and assault over Sylva, everyone is acting like nothing happened even tho Misren is hecking dead and gone and Mugo is missing an eye and Sylva has a bit of trauma still creeping on her. Alyssum ordered the ritual of the binding, which started before the whole situation, to be done as quickly as possible, even if Chiffon who is doing the ritual was still in a bad mood. They got really upset over Misren’s death but no one is sure why, Chiffon has been in a terrible mood since. Still, they finished the third act of the ritual and Sylva now has the bindings of the Dew, magic that draws and stores soul from water.

Amalma has become rather chatty with Yonna and Sylva and they had some fun shenanigans on their topics. Friend and I agreed that it’s cannon that she doesn’t like standing in the open space and it gives her anxiety and panic so I’ll with this probably for both verses! XD Anyway, she’s a fun bush girl now~

Sylva, after the whole ordeal, also speaking with Mugo after losing an eye, as well as finding out that the business involves a lot of dirty jobs like killing and manipulation, BUT ALSO that Alyss was already looking for someone new to for her to marry, kind of peaked and said “let’s get out of here” to Yonna. So, while they devised a plan, Mugo helped summon Ignyad to teach Yonna how to ride a mechanical steed (I should sketch how it looks like, they run on the crystal) and fly with it. She’s an amazing pilot so that’s gonna come in handy later... Meanwhile, Alyssum finally allowed for Sylva to learn how to fly with her own two wings so she’s been having fun flight lessons with Mugo. It helped her realize how much she missed him for the past 10ish years.

Alyssum brings in a family of Monarchs that lead a traveling theatre and introduces their son Cypress to Sylva. He was acting odd and eventually had a private chat with Sylva (with Yonna close by as her guardian of course), telling her he wants to get married to help his friends become the best traveling acting and musicians there are, since they don’t have financial income for it. Sylva buys the story but Yonna does not and later warns Sylva about being too naive and kindhearted and that she should not lose her goal to escape the life of a business tool.

Some time later, Yonna becomes super skilled with steed flight and Sylva learns few spells focusing on healing and temperature shift in water. Then, they decide to escape one evening but not before Sylva privately spoke to Mugo to say goodbye, since it will be impossible for them to come back and visit without HARSH consequences... She never did and he told her not to anyways. OVERALL IT WAS SAD. He gave her a map and said to go hide away in the dead kingdom of Hallownest...

Anyway, the evening falls and Sylva leaves her symbols of the family, the mask and the clothes behind and sneaks out with Yonna to get to the now prepped and travel fit steed. However, Chiffon intercepts them and gets super angry for the fact that Sylva is leaving them after everything for some nobody like Yonna. They were about to go full soul powerup and murder Yonna but Vincent injects them with his tail and knocks Chiffon out by making them fall asleep. The two were shocked and knew he will probably get executed for this because Chiffon saw he did it but he just told the girls to hurry up and leave because Sunny warn Alyssum and the guards... the girls get on the steed and take off, shooting for the upper shaft at the top of the kingdom that leads to the lake by the tree that holds the kingdom.

So... powered by soul and sheer rage, Alyssum goes after the two, flying up to intercept them. She managed for a bit, facing the two from the front, she shoots her petals and strikes Yonna’s chest. Her armor luckily protects her but just enough to save her life. Yonna’s riding manages to throw Alyss off enough for them to shoot up and enter the shaft again. Alyss gives chase and in attempts to protect Yonna, Sylva opens her wings, knowing her mother isn’t allowed to harm her. Sylva gets away with it with only slightly torn wing tips. Through the shaft, Yonna uses her trusty nail and strikes the side of the passage to make it crumble while Sylva absorbs soul from the waterfalls that passed through. She freezes the passage right after the two shoot outside of the shaft, Alyss unable to follow up. The two flew above the moonlit lake and picked up the vast world around them... And then Yonna begun to faint. Sylva had to take control over steed in panic, steering it to the shore towards the small town there and have a rough landing against the shore...

Yonna was very injured and the steed crashed so Sylva wasn’t sure what to do in panic of the moment. Then... Lolo finds them! They were in luck, she saw them after staying at their grandma’s old mansion by the lake. Pim and Trail were with her so they helped take the girls and flying steed inside for the rest. Sylva was able to explain everything and beg Lolo not to tell anyone about their whereabouts. Lolo, the kind soul that she is, understood the situation and promised to keep them in secretly. Trail wasn’t too happy about it, thinking they will bring trouble and that Lolo would have to justify to the Queen. Still, she couldn’t say no to Lolo...

Lolo accepted to help only until Yonna recovers and then they would have to leave. This was acceptable as Sylva was tense and wanted to leave but Yonna had to recover. With doctors help and her spells, she is making progress. Sylva made friends with Lolo and Pim but Trail is keeping distance.

MEANWHILE, and “off screen”, it’s absolute chaos at the White Magnolia residence. Vincent is taken in, to Damas’ shock, as they were close friends and now she is torn about everything that happened... Chiffon is still out cold and Alyssum is absolutely furious. She comes back to put the whole blame on Mugo for bring Yonna there in the first place, as well as starting the whole flight lessons but...

He turns the tables on her. For the first time in 20 years, Mugo screams out his displeasure at Alyssum’s actions and teachings around Sylva. He blames her for keeping so many things a secret from her, from keeping her only focused on teachings that don’t shape her as a person but as a tool, for keeping her caged in within the mansion, for choosing love instead of her... he lists many things the outburst to the point that Alyssum is genially submissive and taken aback. While this was suppose to be his act to cover up his tracks for helping the girls escape, he was able to present the arguments to the point as he was truly angry about them for YEARS. On top of it, he learns that Yonna who was the rider was hurt by Alyss and he adds one more salt to the wound, saying that they probably crashed in the lake and drowned because she took out the rider. With no arguments to lead against angered Mugo, she only retorts for a bit, adding that he better do ALL he can to track, find and bring Sylva back if alive... and he, of course, accepts~ :)

[yue-muffin]

The muffin watches Love and Redemption (insert preemptive crying here)

Aright, I finally FINALLY finished live blogging this episode. @mejomonster my thoughts are aplenty! I actually wrote way too much! 

Edit: I’m an idiot, I forgot to mention a prediction/observation.

Episode 1:

The CGI is actually very nice in this drama, I’m pleased. I will definitely watch dramas with cringe-worthy CGI, but it’s always nice when they manage to integrate it with the actors and set pieces well, which is even harder to accomplish in Xianxia.

Wait, what did the god of war do to deserve the reincarnation out of the heavenly realm punishment? Didn’t she defeat the Asura/Mosha guy? Was it because she used his weapon or something? And in the first place, why does that half of the Mosha guy’s soul qualify as a celestial that can be reborn? I suppose everyone is subject to reincarnation, but this batch is explicitly for those who have committed crimes in the heavens and wasn’t he on the demon/asura side? Or…maybe he was a celestial who betrayed them? Who knows, I’m just wildly speculating…

The scene definitely suggests there is a lot the narration is not telling us about how these two ended up being reincarnated - yet.

If she lacks the six senses, then why can she see and hear just fine? She apparently can’t feel pain, which would count for the deficiency of touch. Hm.

Xuanji, I relate to just wanting to go back to sleep and not deal with visitors so much lol.

HA, that little look of alarm one of the shixiongs (Liuzi?) has on his face when Linglong tries to convince Xuanji it’ll be fun because they get to check out the handsome guys. So is Linglong supposed to be her twin since they’re both 16 years old?

The dragon wolf thing moves a little funny, but at least it doesn’t look glaringly out of place and the camera doesn’t focus on it for too long, as is typical of CGI monsters. Kudos to them!

Cheng Yi is low-key really good looking in action scenes, just putting that out there. I didn’t think I would adjust to him in period clothing and long hair so quickly, since it usually takes me a while to make the switch (after seeing him in The Lost Tomb 2), but nope! He looks really good!

Ah, so this is the ruthless sect. I love how their first rule, which is literally more important than anything else they may value or encourage in their members, is to not show their entire face when outside the sect…also, what’s the point in hiding only half your face?? Sifeng’s mask only covers one eye, his forehead, and cheek on one side…at least have it cover the entire upper or lower half like everyone else in the sect (I know it’s so we can actually see the actor’s face and not supposed to make sense in-universe)?? I actually do like how they designed it though, it’s far less clunky than the full-face masks we saw in the opening sequence, probably due to the curves.

Sect leader…Sifeng is 16, he IS little pfft. Even adjusting for the times, he is a BABY haha. As I grow older, I realize more and more how young a lot of protags in fantasy stories really are. Also, sect leader is a drama queen, like he’s just lounging on his chair with this dramatic laid-back pose, takes a deep breath, and turns his chin up. So extra.

Aw, yes, I want to see more of Cheng Yi’s easy smiles. He’s so serious in TLT2, except when the warmth seeps into this expression when he’s smiling fondly at Wu Xie…

These devil/asura people have a weird bowing pose. I can’t help but think their hands make them look like…eagle claws or something lol.

Ah, a classic ‘I forgot my invitation’ situation. Well, Xuanji doesn’t have to feel too bad, apparently none of the other Shaoyang disciples know how to fly on a sword either lol. Her sister was tied down by that spell, but could none of the others have attempted to chase after the jerk who grabbed her? (Side note: I really love the color of his sect’s outfits.)

:3 I like Xuanji’s expressions, they’re just cute? So cute. Like her little huff when she’s defending her big sister from the jerkass. Also, I love characters who are like little kittens who puff up and try to protect their friends/family even though the one they’re trying to protect is probably more capable than them.

Jerkass really does take it too far when he just DROPS HER FROM THE SKY. Like, I can accept if youthful teasing goes a little far in that he snatched her and took her for a joy ride, but when it’s apparently that she really can’t summon a sword, it’s 100% not okay to just drop her and laugh it off. If Sifeng didn’t catch her, she could’ve died, and how exactly do you plan on explaining THAT to her father, huh Mr. Jerkass? He had like a dozen witnesses too.

Well, what can you expect from a guy who forgot to bring his invitation and literally was too arrogant and entitled to wait for his teacher to come out and let them in. :p Not the smartest cookie, is he. Even if you got in trouble for forgetting your invitation, you’d get in x10 more trouble for murdering a girl. Good thing she has plot armor and Sifeng was conveniently in the right spot to catch her lol.

Small note, he left her on his sword and she fell off after a bit - so…how exactly is HE flying? Can people fly without the help of their sword? Is he able to make more than one?

Lol Xuanji tugs at him like she does to her sister, it’s cute. But he’s so PANIC every time she touches him haha poor guy. He’s so awkward…why is it so endearing…

It took me a second to realize that he stutters, also that he has a voice actor this time! Idk why, Cheng Yi has a good voice. It would’ve fit this role just fine, unless there were parts they were concerned he couldn’t do. They did a good job matching the VA to his lip movements though, it’s really hard to tell it’s not his voice. It’s been a while since I heard Cheng Yi on video, but listening and comparing, now I can tell that it’s not his in this drama. Anyways, this might be my only complaint lol. Both he and his VA do a good job conveying the stuttering though!

Cheng Yi, you’re playing another character who’s good at disappearing in the blink of an eye lol…

Aah, so normally her sister’s personality type is the annoying sort, which is why she works well as a supporting character. I love how she turns her brattiness up to eleven in order to help Xuanji get out of a scolding by their father. I just really love how these two are so supportive and defensive of each other.

Edit: Alright, but Xuanji did you really just raise a flag for yourself so early in the show. ‘I think tears are the most precious things’. I WILL EAT MY HAT IF THIS DOES NOT BECOME RELEVANT LATER.

And instead of holding onto Sifeng’s name tag for like 50 episodes, she remembers she has it and goes to give it back + some birthday snacks because it’s his birthday too! GAH Xuanji is too cute.

I love how the guy who answered the door just his back only to turn around and smoothly give an explanation for his friend’s disfluency lol (so it’s a language thing!). AND THEN HE GOES ‘carry on!’ AND TURNS AROUND AGAIN. Idk why I find this funny but.

? Why all that effort for dew from a peach blossom tree. Is this one a special peach blossom tree. Why is he making tea with it. OH OK it’s good for cultivation.

He’s so vicious ha, he’s clearly perplexed by her - I mean, he’s the top disciple in his sect, so likely he doesn’t get how she can live so carefree and not have any desire to cultivate or anything. It’s perplexing and kind of total opposite to his worldview, so he reacts harshly.

Ah, I really like Cheng Yi’s acting! He goes from flat/indifferent face to reacting angrily to her picking the snake up, then a subtle worry as his eyes drop down from her to the snake.

I don’t know why I like this snake scene but I dooo. xD Also, it’s interesting how she doesn’t feel any strong emotions (she’s actually rather intensely curious tho!), while he puts on a mask literally/figuratively to seem like he doesn’t and yet gets worked up quite easily.

I’m glad she stops imitating him when he tells her to and is explicitly angry/upset, I get enough of people being assholes and making fun of others for things they can’t help like their speech impairments or mannerisms, it’s just kind of a personal thing that irks me.

AW HE’S SO PROTECTIVE OF HIS LITTLE SNAKE.

Why is it always the peach tree forests?? They’re always weird places that trap people. I can think of two other dramas where this happens haha. I know peaches do have significant symbolism in Chinese culture, so maybe that explains it.

Lol he still flips out a bit when she gets close. Poor girl, getting dropped from the air AGAIN.

Ah, this is the lake! Where they sealed part of that Mosha guy’s soul! This can’t be good.

Aw, look at his face, he’s genuinely worried for his little snake. CHENG YI YOUR RANGE OF EMOTIONS. GAH. 

I CAN’T OPEN IT. Oh wait.

WHY DID YOU GO IIIIN YOU JUST SAID YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING AND HE TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT, YOU LITTLE IDIOT. If he’s Little Stutterer, you can be Little Idiot, ok.

Here’s an idea, she finds the snake, you fight the dragon, and then all three of you get out of there.

OH the mask comes off!! Ok, but you have seen like most of his face already…Hahaha the look on his face ‘wait…why do I feel a hand why is she touching me there…OH NO’

Ah, a nice detail I didn’t think they’d think to add in: his stuttering got way worse without the mask on, since he was so upset/shaken.

?? What just happened with her blood lol.

Final Thoughts:

An interesting start, with nice character dynamics revealed and a dangerous situation to move the plot right along. I have been informed the drama really differentiates itself from the typical setup that has been supplied thus far, and I’m excited to see it unfold.

For now, I have a tiiiiny crush on Cheng Yi and I’m interested in where they take Xuanji’s character. Also, what disasters will result from their little excursion into the super lake where a demon lord thing was sort of sealed away a long time ago...

[manicjimmy]

how the fuck do you tell the ghouls apart

GLAD YOU ASKED! Actually there’s a really good post about the current Ghouls with visuals and I’ll reblog that soon, but for now I’ll break it down best I can...also this is gonna be LONG.

ERAS:

Era 1: Black cloaks, faceless masks, hung out with Papa I (who needs his own damn post because he’s kind of hard to find stuff for since Ghost was mainly underground then)

Era 2: Black cloaks, but the masks are black with pointy noses like masquerade kind of masks. These guys were with Papa II who’s mainly known for going around in a suit and sun glasses rather than his robes and makeup.

Era 3: They have the silver masks here but they cover the whole face and aren’t as shiny as the current ones. They’re the ones with the pointed chins. The have actual outfits instead of robes and they were with Papa III who’s probably pretty recognizable compared to the first two Papas.

Era 4 (current era): Similar to Era 3 but the pointy chins have been removed so they can actually use their mouths (take that as you will lmao). Also the masks are more of a shiny chrome. Sometimes they have custom outfit jackets but usually they just wear a black shirt and tie with suspenders. It varies. They follow Copia who started as Cardinal and became the new Papa recently.

NOW ONTO INDIVIDUAL GHOULS...

Special Ghoul/“Phil”: Special doesn’t actually play anything in the band (not as his character anyway) but did all the interviews before Tobias Forge (the main man in charge) had to reveal himself. His most memorable moments are from Era 3 but he’s been around since Era 1. He rambles a lot and talks with his hands, also has an awkward laugh (actually he’s pretty awkward in general, which only makes him cuter). Makes a lot of silly noises too. He’s known for loving ABBA and cats.

Omega: I’m still kind learning about him because I didn’t come in until like Era 4, but he was like the main Ghoul of Era 3. He's one of the chubbier Ghouls from that Era. Papa III was super into him specifically, and I think he did some interviews besides Special? He ended up leaving the band due to some band drama (I think, I may be wrong there) and now has his own band called Magna Carta Cartel

From here I'm just gonna cover Era 4 Ghouls!

Dewdrop: He's the smallest, both being the shortest and the skinniest. He plays the white guitar with the spikey black piece on it (Rain's bass looks similar but its piece isn't as spikey). He always has his tongue out licking on things or making lewd gestures. He likes to spit and throw guitar picks. He tends to pick on Aether especially. He's an aggressive little turd and is usually head banging, stomping, etc. when he plays.

Aether: The THICCEST of the boy Ghouls. His signature things are his black guitar and his silver chain bracelet. He's one of the more affectionate Ghouls, always kinda hugging, cuddling, or fist bumping the others (even Dew lmao). He likes to jump around on stage and is pretty aerodynamic for a big boy. Despite the fact that he could probably just sit on Dewdrop to stop him, he gets picked on by him a lot. It all seems to be in good fun though, they have cuddly moments too. Sometimes they even get into guitar battles and such!

Rain: Unlike Dew and Aether, Rain isn't as dominant on stage, but gets sucked up in their antics a lot. He's kind of in the middle with looks. Taller than Dew, skinnier than Aether. He plays the bass (it's white like Dew's guitar but lacks the spikiness of the black piece on it). A lot of people depict him as being shy but I guess I can't blame him when he's caught in the middle of those two.

Mountain: He gets overlooked a lot because he's stuck behind the drums. They call him Mountain because he's the tallest. He doesn't like wearing shoes and will usually just come out on stage in his socks. He has a little stuffed goat behind his drumset with him. He seems like a huge nerd tbh.

Swiss: They call him Swiss because he's like a Swiss army knife. He does a little bit of everything from back up vocals to tambourines to more guitars. He's sometime called the multi-ghoul. He likes to dance on stage and shimmies his tiddies. Can also air hump with the best of them. I'm like 80% sure he's been a stripper at some point in his life lmao (saying that jokingly of course). He hangs out in back with Mountain.

Cirrus and Cumulus: These are the Ghoulettes and I'm still pretty new to them so I don't know much about them yet. They're both adorable as fuck though. They play the keyboards/keytar/etc. and are always together. Copia referred to them as fierce lionesses. They're not the first girls to be in the band, but they are the first to get separate masks from the boys.

ANNNNNND...I think that about covers it XD

[cl-babydew]

10.) “Where were you when I needed you?”(Della and the boys, family angst/slight fluff)

So I’m doing something special. This was requested by both cartoonromantic and Rebeccamurphyslaw!(their wattpad names)But both asked for ether Dewey/Della and Louie/Della. So instead, I decided to mix both and do Della and the triplets! ANGST OVERLOAD! XD

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“Mom!”

The pilot was zipped back from her daily daydreaming, the sound of one of her sons crying out to her. A blood curdling scream piercing through her numb ears.

Absorbing her soundings, she squinted, clutching at her chest as sweat dripped down the side of her head. She could feel the heat beating down on her. As she took a step, a shock struck through her back, causing her to hunch over in pain, as she winced, a ceased breath hitching in her throat as she coughed up blood.

Her eyes flickered up between the blood in her hands, and her surroundings, “Where...” the words grumbled off her beak as her eyes stopped upon a familiar green hooded duckling.

Once realization hit, she was up and running to her child’s side, ignoring all the pain that was screaming at her. Louie was hanging off the side of a crumbling cliff! Was she really daydreaming the whole time, and never seemed to notice her own child screaming for help as he clung on for dear life?!

As she forced her thoughts aside to focus on saving him, she slide to the ground, wincing as her beaten up body made contact with the hard rocky earth that was crumbling at an alarming rate beneath them.

Huffing to herself as she pulled Louie back onto the surface and into her arms, the thought of his face not showing never occurred to her; her mind swarmed as she only had one priority in that moment, “Find a safe area far away from the crumbling edge.”

Finally making it to a safe place, she kneeled down, ignoring the rocks digging into her skin. Clinging onto her youngest, her heartbeat tried to steady itself. “I’m such a bad mother! How could I let myself get so distracted?!”

Her worry bubbled over as the green duckling pushed his own mother away, his gaze still being down cast. A shadow covered his eyes, as his beak twisted into a bitter frown. A sneer escaping his beak.

Stuttering on her words, she hesitated to touch the side of her son’s cheek, “L-Louie?..Are you-“

“Where were you when I needed you?” He looked up, his body going limp in her arms, as his eyes and mouth oozed our black goo. The goo traveled down his face as Della watched in horror. Dripping onto his hoodie, the duckling before her began to drown and disappear. The ooze swallowing his body until their was nothing left but goo in her trembling arms.

He melted before her very eyes! What was happening?! Is this real, or some messed up nightmare? This couldn’t be real...right?

The terror in her eyes bore into her hands, as they trembled. She began shaking her head slowly, as tears stung the side of her eyes. Her mind went into overdrive, her fingers began digging into the goo, aching for her son. Words whispered repeatedly through her quivering beak, not wanting to believe what she had just experienced.

“I had him...I-I know I had him! He was in my arms! I-...I couldn’t...” her gooey hands covered her beak, muffling her sobs that urged to slip out. She kept shaking her head vigorously. This felt too real to be a nightmare.

The world around her crumbled as she began to fall, fall,...and fall...it seemed to go on forever...the darkness.

“Why did you have to leave?”

The voice brought light, bright light at that. She shot up as she clutched at her chest, gasping for air.

Scanning around the area, the light being too much on her compared to the darkness she was in for what seemed to be forever. She could hardly make out a blue silhouette.

“Dew-“

“Why did you leave? Why did you leave us? Why did you leave Uncle Donald? Are you really a good person?...Why mom?”

His voice was weak, but powerful enough to shatter her heart...or what was left of it. She bit down on her knuckles, holding back the tears wanting to slip out past her approval. This wasn’t the time!

Unable to see much but a blur, she stayed put, fixing herself in a more comfortable position.

She reached out her hand, allowing her presence to be noticed, “Dewey...I loved you guys more then anything, understand that-“

The blur shuffled a bit, unless her eyes were playing tricks on her, “-Then why did you leave us then?!” The duckling shouted, his voice bouncing off the bright crystal walls.

On the other hand, her voice was raspy at this point as she mustered her best to put as much heart into her response, “Because I-“

“Where were you when I needed you?!”

There it was again, the light exploded like an old star and left her to be engulfed by the familiar dark void. She hated the darkness...she may be an adult, but being in the dark wasn’t really her forte.

This has to be a nightmare! Because her children are ok, their tucked in bed and sleeping...even though...deep down she knew the words that were said are true.

“You’re such a terrible mom! I can’t blame you though, I mean...how can I? You were never here to learn how to become one to begin with.”

Her heart got back into motion, as did her surroundings. This time she was in a grassy field but...everything was black and white...more of gray. Even her clothes were drained of color.

Leaning over to a near pond, she peered over to look at herself. She gasp as her hand flew to her cheeks, all the colors from her eyes were gone...they were just plain gray, and dull looking. The water being gray didn’t help much though.

Too captivated with her color, she didn’t notice the three black shadowy ducklings circling her.

“Where were you when I needed you.” Huey whispered, as black tears streaked his face.

She jumped, facing the three standing forms. She bit down on her beak, wanting to say so much, but nothing coming out.

The shadows started to spin in a circle as they all shouted the same phrase she’s been hearing throughout this darn nightmare. Why hasn’t she woken herself up yet...was it because she knew she deserved this?

Tears sprung to her eyes, as she held her head in her hands. Her eyes were closed shut, she wanted to scream, for this nightmare to stop. But it just kept repeating over and over like a bad memory. That is until one last blow was said.

“Where were you when we needed you?!”

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“I’M SORRY!” She gasped, holding her hand to her forehead, to travel through her -drenched in sweat- hair.

She stayed like that for a few minutes, allowing herself to reflect and catch her breath.

After her breathing came to a steady pace, she glanced over her should to her clock that read ‘4:06am’.

Groaning, she swung her legs over her bed, allowing her webbed feet to slip through her brown and fluffy slippers.

Rubbing the side of her head, she yawned. Even though she was still asleep, the nightmare made her feel like she didn’t have any.

Not realizing where her feet were leading her, she almost stumbled over her own feet as she came to a familiar stop. Her boys’ room.

It wouldn’t hurt to take a peek and check if they are sound asleep...right? Yea-

“Where were you when we needed you?!”

Her hand shot back to her side, tightening her eyes.

She shook her head, “No!” She muttered. She needed to ignore those nasty thoughts, no matter how true they are.

Forcing her hand on the knob, she opened the door, making sure to be quiet as to not wake them.

A warm smile crept to her face as she saw her three boys sleeping peacefully...well somewhat peacefully. Louie’s body was twisted up, the cover hung off the side of his bed, getting ready to fall. While Dewey was fully under his blanket, this causing worry to shiver through her. Huey on the other hand might of been the only one that seemed to be sleeping comfortably.

She decided to creep on over to fix them. They needed more sleep then she did. She pulled Dewey’s blanket down and under his chin, enough so that he could breathe. While with Louie, she shifted his body to an angle she assumed that’ll be comfortable for him. Before heading out, she had a sudden urge in her heart, pulling her to them.

Following suit with a bit of hesitance, she quietly and swiftly kissed hers sons on the head, having to climb up for Huey being the tricky part in her opinion.

Before she was about to close the door, she took one last look.

“I may not have been there in the past...but that doesn’t mean I can’t be here as much as possible now.”

She closed the door with a dependent smile and a breath of courage. She was going to do her best to make up for everything, no matter what.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this! Sorry if there’s mistakes, I couldn’t check if I wanted to get this out today! I hope you still enjoyed!

[shadowdianne]

SQ one (two) word prompt: moonlight sonata (it counts as one word, don't judge me😂) thanks in advance for writing❤

A/N This one was…interesting to come up with Xd I had doubts whether on basing the prompt in theactual song or the ideas that came to mind when I thought of a moonlightsonata. I can’t even say how many ideas I started to create only to scratchthem all out. I had a feeling, the one I wanted to narrate, but I couldn’t putmy finger on which scene to write about.

And then I wasfinishing up a wip that is called “Arcadia” and… it came to me.

It’s an AU. And one I’mquite proud of if I say so myself 😉 Thank you fancy, for the prompt. I truly hope you like it.

[also, @waknatious, this is the one I was telling you about

The forest was covered on its usual darkness;the kind of one that jumped from branch to branch with tendrils long enough tocover from the roots of the trees to every leave they found on its wake.Moonless night, like every other that had been before, the twinkling starsbarely managed to cast a grey-like hue over the very top of the tallest trees;their light never truly reaching the soil beneath them nor the animals that squirmedaround. The nocturnal ones, the ones that, with eyes like liquid gold, guardedover the shadows with increasing energy.

There were stories told by those who livedbeyond the barrier of trees that linked all the kingdoms of the forest, thatthere used to be a visible moon on such nights; the pearly-white glow it gaveone that was now told by troubadours for only a dime per every few verses. Theysaid, to those with starry-filled eyes, that the moon used to be the source ofmagic of those who now called themselves mages.

It wasn’t like they weren’t trusted: everyoneknew that while the moon remained invisible it was still there; covered by a spellthat some believed to be a curse. It didn’t matter; the storytellers would say;since every 28 years the light from the stars would burn brighter as theirQueen would glimmer in the sky; bringing the silver and power, to the forest’ssoil. Enough to soak the ley lines that run below the trees they would say:infusing them with the magic that were later on stored by faeries and dwarvesand then sold to the mages.

But if you were in a particular part of theforest, some of the very old charlatans would narrate between whispers as thechildren were led away by busy parents, the moon would not be the mostinteresting thing one would see but how it descended to the forest itself; afog that would then transform into the sorcerer she was only to meet up with amysterious knight. One that, untouched by time and age, would always wait forher.

Which was why, in that very particular night,the owls and spiders, the fae and were beasts, all awaited as the night trickledby, approaching its zenith.

In the middle of a clearing, an almost  perfect circle; a series of stones rested: oldrunes written down with magic that shone in mauve and white as running cloudscovered the grey touch the stars left behind and, sitting in the middle of themall, in the circle made by faeries way too long ago, a figure stepped out fromthe darkness that kept on feeding from the nearby trees.

Eyes as green as emeralds opened, fingers as paleas the stories said the moon was splayed over robes as black as the night. Thewoman that appeared in a flurry made out of still not fallen dew and whisperedwords was many things. A knight, however, she was not.

The troubadours had almost every part of thestory right but not this one. Not that she thought of them when shestraightened her back; the leather-like fabric that covered her turning intoalmost silk as she rose her face towards the spot of sky she was able todistinguish over the thick trees. She didn’t need to be able to look into thedarkness to know she had been early; like every other time she had entered intothe clearing, but that didn’t mean she still didn’t run her tongue against herteeth; ruby-red like lips parting as she let out a sigh; hair so blonde it wasalmost white falling around her face; framing it, as she run her right handthrough the tresses.

She was impatient; always had been, and shehated to wait. Even after having lived this cycle a few times already.

If she would have had the time or the will, shewould have appeared in the nearest town only to explain that while she knew howto use a sword, she had never been considered any one’s hero. Not while she hadbeen fully mortal.

But she didn’t have the time for that and so,she cupped her hands in front of her lips and whispered a soft hex into them,quickly extending them afar from her body and watching as dirty white linesfell, running between mud and fallen leaves until they reached the trees. Theylighted them with thousands of dots that twinkled with an even brighterintensity than the stars did.

“Come on, come on.” Her voice was breathy anddeeper than one would have said from her frame; not fragile but slender, slightlybroad shoulders and the gait of one who knew how to stand for themselves.

Boots barely not making any sound, the warlockwalked to the furthest part of the circle, hands grazing the stones as her eyesread the lines she already had memorized; the spell that had been made so longago pulsing under her gaze. She, like she always did, let her mind wander;feeling the short dagger that had been put into her hands as the words “bloodmagic” were whispered to her with the same heat a love promise ever would.

She hadn’t even halted nor doubted. She hadbegged them to create a loophole after all; she had asked them to do somethingwith the way magic was being siphoned out of her; the Queen. She had beengranted answers to questions she hadn’t even asked, and she hadn’t liked themajority of them all. Which was why, when the dagger had given back her name;trapping it forever in squiggly lines and entrusting that she would never dieas long as she kept the dagger near her chest, she had only needed a secondbefore she had replied with a quick nod that had made the Queen gasp.

Her Queen hadn’t been entirely too pleased;worried would have been a better descriptor. Angry as well.

“You will not be able to be mortal again.” Hervoice had been light like autumn breeze and she had shivered at it; her eyesless bright, her hair still gold rather than white.

She had kissed skin so soft it felt like thesilk that now covered her body just as a vortex of magic began to circle aroundher; gusts of wind attacking her lungs.

“I don’t care.”

She had meant the words; of course she hadmeant them. Yet, she stopped her recollections of past events as she rose herright hand towards her chest; where she had felt her heart being plucked out bythe power the dagger had only to it having been given back to her with a crown madeout of apple tree built around the glimmering core it had had. The warlockswallowed as she pressed the pads of her index and middle finger against herpulse point at her neck; counting the seconds with the aid of the now crownedheart, the one that still kept on beating after all this time.

Less than a minute.

She had knelt in front of the Queen after that;body covered in shivers as her former mortal body accommodated the magic theFae had granted her; promises of true love and soulmates falling flat on herlap as she realized that they were far too simple to truly convey what shewanted to say.

“I will choose you.” She had said instead witha lopsided smile, the kind of one she knew the Moon liked on her. “No matterwhat.”

Dark eyes illuminating her with brown and mauve,they had glazed with unshed tears as the last rune had been carved; hexcomplete.

“Be here.” The Queen had whispered with scorchingneed.

“I will be.”

And she had been there, for every cycle thathad started and ended; for every 28 years. And so, she would keep on doing it.

She smiled as she heard the shiver that runthrough the creatures that had gathered around the clearing. Some of them wereold enough to have been present during the first time. The most of them,however, were far too young and the Fairies had erased her from the Annals.Turning her into an untraceable creature. Which, the warlock, Emma, thought,was probably for the best.

She had transformed into the Dark One afterall. The one who kept in check the magic given to the mages; the one who wasthe balance every speck of power needed to work. No one needed to know she wasjust as corporeal as the moon was. No one needed to know she had given herfealty to her. No one but them.

With that last thought, she positioned back inthe very center of the circle, her eyes to the still dark sky, her handsslightly raised as the sleeves of her doublet slid up her forearms, her magicvisible through her skin. She didn’t chant as the Fae had done. She didn’twhisper nor called forth the magic on itself: she let it pour out of her; a beacon,a trigger, for what was about to happen.

It came slow at first, as if mist was beginningto descend over the clearing. It coated the branches and the creatures; turningthicker by the second as the trees, answering to a pact made once upon a time, movedand let out the sky to walk into the forest; immense and ever expanding.

Then, as the fog grew, wisps of it beginning tocrawl up Emma’s clothes, embedding themselves to her, the vague grey light startedto shine stronger; a dark spot in the sky twirling and shinning as the hexdissolved. Crickets and owls sang, the tune one no mortal would understand andone the warlock still had a hard time on doing so.

“I’m here.” She whispered, voice broken, as sheclosed her eyes. She always did so; no matter how many times she told herselfshe would keep them open next time.

She heard the first step over leaves, the resultingcrunch at her back one that made her shiver with glee. She let her head fallonwards, her hair falling over her shoulders. Shoulders that trembled as sheheard a hum that never failed to make her smile.

She had given her mortality happily. Never oncedoubting or fearing for the consequences. And there was this second that alwaysmade her even surer that she had taken the right alternative.

She felt a presence with a magical signaturethat felt like ozone and fire and sea and so she opened her eyes just in timeto feel fingers traveling up her spine; her clothes magicked away by a simpleflick of a wrist she had yet to see. They pooled around her, useless; and, asshe let the first gust of wind hit her; she turned, dropping her hands as dirtywhite kept on bleeding out of her; eager.

Regina didn’t change her appearance. But everytime they met, Emma would say she was even more gorgeous than the previoustime.

Lips just as red as hers were curved and browneyes that hold stars and planets were focused on her; mauve and lilac lappingat the sides of a face the white-haired woman longed to touch.

“You came.”

Emma laughed. There was always this touch ofwonder. The one that made her want to kiss Regina senseless as the moon,finally, covered them both with its silver touch.

“Of course I did.” She replied, hands already burning,fingers sparkling. She let out a gasp as she felt being pulled against theQueen, fingers digging into the skin at her back; lines drawn into her back;protective, demanding, loving.

“I’ve missed you.” The words were quicklysilenced by a kiss; one that only grew with intensity as the owls and cricketskept on chanting; the magic they both emanated quickly powering the ground, therocks, the water that run deep beyond the first meters that were the forest’s floor.

And so, the storytellers would sometimes add,with glassy eyes and the scent of an ancient spell affecting them: the twolovers had a night before the sun rose once more; the moon disappearing in thesky; gone once again for the next 28 years. But it didn’t matter; they repeatedto the ones who would pout. Because the knight would always be there for herQueen. And the Queen would always seek the knight.

[ask-blinky]

Darkland Crazy Hobo Blinky (AU) idea

(spoiler alert, from show and the tales of arcadia books)

 what if Blinky fell into the Darkland instead of Dictatious.

(warn you now its long)

(Dictatious joins Gunmar after being discovered by him in the Darklands, but he changes side very quickly and is ready to hand Gunmar all the knowledge he needs, to one day be free and take over again)

unlike Dictatious I don't think Blinky would be willing to work for Gunmar. and without Dictatious helping him Gunmar wouldn't have progressed as fast as he did.

Blinky would probably have escaped Gunmar with his amazing climbing skills and speedy feet, and become a Darkland hobo. XD

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in the interest of keeping the same characters present, somehow the changlings make the bridge and try and free Gunmar themselves .

as it probably took a lot longer for communication to be up and working. with Dictatious not there to supply how to make a fetch to Gunmar. maybe the Pale Lady helped.

also Gunmars changling adviser never gets replaced by Dictatious , so he’s still around to.

 And so eventually Jim still goes in to save baby Enrique.

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The battle of killahead

 While the fight rages on, Argh saves Kanjigar from Bular, snapping of part of Bulars horn in the prosses. after which he flees from the battle confused. Bular also runs, either because he’s injured or to follow the traitorous Argh.

Dictatious sees this and goes to investigate the gum gums that are leaving the battle, suspicious of what there up to. as such, he isn’t near the bridge with the gum gums disappear into it, so whatever reason he was dropped into the Darklands the first time didn’t happen.

though instead Blinky had gotten to close, and was either in a gum gums grasp as they were sucked in or fell in by mistake.

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In the Darklands after the bridge closes

 Dayas just closed the bridge, Gunmars standing looking around him army. he starts asking where his son is, a general tells him he saw Bular flee and betray them. Gunmar yells " my son is no coward!" and uses the blade on his commander. telling him to " find the nearest abyss and throw yourself into it".

Blinky has stayed low on the ground, still recovering from the fall into the Darkland. but he sees what Gunmar did to his own general. he holds hands over his mouth, staying low. he can’t let that happen to him.

Gunmar walks forward saying to his changling adviser in a threatening tone " My son is no coward". the changling nodes and agrees with his lord as he approaches. As Gunmar steps forward, he steps on Blinky. Blinky covers his own mouth, muffling a yelp from being vocalized. Gunmar continues forward, not noticing the small troll at all, going to threaten his adviser and demand that their numbers are checked. to find how many had escaped Dayas trap. Blinky fights back tears of pain, Gunmars angry march forward having brock one of his horns.

 Gunmar and his army march forth from the bridge, to create a sort of camp. he needed to find a way out of here and get his revenge on that trollhunter. as soon as the trolls around him thin, Blinky creeps back, away from the Gum Gum hordes, hiding among some rocks, he catches his breath and grips his arms. a broken horn causes excruciating pain, but he has no time for this. if he wants to survive another day, he must keep moving and find somewhere safe in this underground hell.

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The Darklands afterwards

 Gunmar and his army settle to their life in their new prison, Gunmar growing impatient over time. his changling advisor telling him to be patient, that the changlings still on the other side will be working to free them. eventually the changlings on the other side manage to find a fetch and communication is set up between Gunmar and the changlings under him, along with his son.

(thought dew to having to wait for the changlings to find the fetch instead of Dictatious telling Gunmar how to make one in the Darklands.

their progress will be less. though they have probably already started trying to find the parts to the bridge.)

as time passes Gunmar starts to build his army. and deals with the gum gums that decide they no longer want to follow him. though this fight probably results in more losses that originally as Gunmar has spent less time growing his army.

(in the books a faction of Gum Gums hate Gunmar and want revenge on him for getting them trapped in the darklands, and killing of their comrades with his blade)

 Blinky over this time has found ways of surviving the Darkland. using his climbing skills and fast feet to avoid Gunmar and the Gum Gums. as well as the natural dangers of the Darkland. originally making a base in a cave high on a wall that he would climb to, that overlooked where the bridge once was. but as time passes and the gum gums seem more organized and have a plan, Blinky moves his cave to somewhere closer, hoping if the gum gums ever did find a way out that he could also escape.

Blinky would keep tabs on the gum gums actions and movements. wanting to prove useful when the day came that he would leave the Darkland and rejoin his troll brothers.

he would probably devise ways to kill of Gunmar’s solders or make then get in accidents. he would be unable to kill many without someone getting suspicions though. but he would do it if the opportunity arises. probably using the environment and the natural enemies of the Darklands to his advantage. he would also take to stealing any book that he could, that changlings would have passed into the Darklands. Blinky has always loved books and finds comfort in there pages, reminding him of the time before he was here. over the years he hordes more and more books, reading each and every one of them multiple times, till the point of being able to know every word on every page of the books in his collection.

as time passes, Blinky starts to go a bit crazy.... then really crazy. he has no comrades or people to talk with. resorting to talking to himself, even bickering with himself. he retells tales he remembers to himself. from books he no longer has. keeping up hope that someday he will have comrades and company again. and they will work with the trollhunter and stop Gunmar for good.

Blinky has to go through a lot in the Darkland, he is but a small troll, and weakened from the lack of life energy provided by a heart stone. he spends some of his time hibernating, but never for too long, as dangers are always moving in the Darkland. He also has to deal with injury and loneliness. and we cannot forget the constant fear of Gunmar finding him, and feeding him to his hordes.

Blinky eventually snaps over time.

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Trollmarket

after the bridge closes and the trolls take it apart, scattering it across the planet. the trollmarket trolls go in search of a new heartstone. Dictatious presumes Blinky has died in the battle when he cannot be found, remembering seeing him running from one of Gunmars generals during the fight.

the story would continue much like it did in the comic, Dictatious giving the new trollhunter wisdom and helping him and Vendel move the population of trolls. and being suspicions of Argh when he shows up saying he’s changed.

once they find their new home trollmarket. Dictatious sets up his library and takes on the role as the trollhunters advisor and trainer. and like last time Kanjigar befriends Argh and in part Blinkys older brother Dictatious. and later pushes them away with Draal.

But argh never befriends Dictatious , he is to serious and strict for the gentle giant. when he is pushed from Kanjigars side, he spends his time instead with Draal and Vendel. Eventuallyand a few funn         becoming Vendels assistant.

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Kanjigar's death

(in the books Kanjigar knows he’s going to die that day, the amulet seemingly warning him his time was coming to an end.)

Kanjigar goes around his dear friends before his end as well as Draal , as a final goodbye.

(in the books Blinky and argh find Kanjigars actions suspicions and follow him)

Dictatious doesn’t think its odd though, continuing his work, and putting it down to the trollhunter being tired. Argh however still finds it strange and follows Kanjigar. eventually watching him be felled. from the sewer grate.

Argh leans on the wall of the sewers, his eyes wet, having lost a dear friend. he stays that way for a long time, head down, not listening to the troll on the bridge try get the amulet despite the sun being out. Bular giving up after a while.

when Jim comes down that morning, and is called to and finds the amulet. and Argh is the only one that knows.

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Trollhunter Jim

Argh goes to inform Vendel and Dictatious that a human picked up the amulet. "was Chosen". Vendel and Dictatious would argue if that was possible, and why would the amulet pick such a weak creature. Draal would come asking where his father was Argh having to tell him the unfortunate truth. shortly after Draal being informed that the amulets picked a human for some reason. Dictatious would go to find this human, bringing Draal incase Bular tries to get the boy first, as a human has no chance against a Gum Gum. Vendel sends Argh with them to, as he knows what the boy looks like and doesn’t want Draal and Dictatious to hurt the new troll hunter before he even gets to the forge. the amulets made mistakes before. but they should give this human trollhunter a sporting chance.

they wait till it gets dark going to the felled Kanjigar. Draal morns his lost father. and Argh picks up Jim’s sent, following it back to Jim’s house. They monitor the house, Dictatious does not believe Argh, how could a human be chosen its ridicules. Argh points Jim out through the windows. Jim getting things ready for the next day. Draal suggests just charging in and taking the human to troll market. Dictatious is against this idea as humans are small and weak. what if it died from shock or something. Argh has creeped closer to the house as the two argue over a plan. Argh looks threw the window, observing the human boy. he doesn’t look strong or a warrior like the previous trollhunters . but he seems somewhat responsible and quick on his feet. surly the amulet picked him for a reason.

Dictatious comes closer, annoyed at Argh, what if he was seen. as Dictatious tells Argh of, and Argh rolls his eyes at him. Jim however sees the two trolls out the window, he panics, running into the kitchen, possibly to get a weapon or to phone for help. but Draal see and decides to act, going through the back door of the house. Jim Yells, runs back through the house. Dictatious now coming through the front door, more yelling. then he runs into a door frame, knocking himself out.... the trolls would look over the boy, seeing the amulet on him. Dictatious decides that at least now they can take him to trollmarket. Draal bags the human, but argh takes it of Draal to carry him more gently.

so, they go back to trollmarket.

conveniently Barbra comes back home late that night, going straight to bed and not realizing Jims missing.

(as in the cartoon she never seems to notice Jim was in the basement the whole night. she doesn’t notice)

Jim doesn’t make it to school the next day, Toby tries cover for him, leaving Jim endless texts and messages. things like "dude where are you, if you’ve been kidnapped by aliens tell me. I’m only covering for you at school for one day, call me".

Back in trollmarket, Jim has been taken to Vendel. Jim lied on a stone table, Vendel looking him over, thinking he looks rather unimpressive, but not all trollhunters start of great. he pokes the soft flesh bag. "you haven’t killed him before he even found out about the position, did you?". Argh would confirm he’s just unconscious, having seen many humans faint before.

soon Jim would wake up, see trolls looking over him, scream again, crawling backwards and falls of the table. Draal would complain he screams too much to be a warrior. Jim tries hide from them. they would bicker among themselves. Argh would look behinds the shelves where Jim is hiding. Jim freaks out and runs. he dashes for the door. Dictatious yells for Draal to grab him. but Jim dodges. running out into trollmarket, freaking out more from the trolls everywhere, where is he?! running to somewhere more quiet to collect himself.

Vendel demands Draal, Argh and Dictatious go find that human before there’s a panic in trollmarket.

Jim figures out from the trolls talking earlier that the amulet he picked up is the reason for all this. this trollhunter thing. he finally finds somewhere quiet and with no trolls around, the Hero’s Forge. Vendel sees from the higher observation area ,this human child reasoning to himself what was happening, and looking at the amulet.

Jim looks at the amulet. how can such a small thing cause so much trouble for him. this is where he sees the text on it change, reading out the incantation and downing the armor for the first time. it’s amazing and he swings the sword around with his knife skills. that is till Argh, that had found him, and watched, says " amulet chose you".

Jim jumps, points his sword at argh, argh just smiles friendly at him.

"is ok, is friend"

"you kidnapped me!"

 "needed bring here, tell about amulet" argh points at the amulet on his armor

Vendel would show up and help Argh explain to Jim . telling him about the position of trollhunter and its importance. and how skeptical they are about a human being trollhunter. but they still need him to fulfill the roll. he would also tell him he can’t tell other humans no matter what. and probably that Bular wants the amulet so don’t get found out, as, as long as they don’t know Jim has it, he should be safe.

Argh would escort Jim home after he panics realizing he’s missing school right now and was out all night. Vendel doesn’t wish for a missing child to cause a panic. and humans looking at things they shouldn’t.

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Jim’s training

after that Jim starts his training with Dictatious. Argh is always present, partly so he can report to Vendel , partly to look over Jim.

I don't think Jim would progress as much with Dictatious as his trainer. Dictatious would be stricter, and not care about Jims human life. if he is going to be the trollhunter, he will be trained like any other trollhunter is. if the human dies then he wasn’t an appropriate choice and there will simply be another trollhunter chosen, a proper troll this time, hopefully Draal. he thinks humans are weak and need protecting from Gum Gums for a good reason.

Dictatious would probably encourage Draals talking down to Jim. and there "sparing". Jim would eventually get to stressed out by all the training and being talked down to, and back talk them. challenging Draal to a rematch. ( so that would still happen.)

Jim would look for a way to beat Draal, probably finding the answers in the troll books like the first time. looking for help from past trollhunters in some way. so, would probably still win. earning the respect of the trolls of trollmarket and Dictatious. though sparing Draal would make Dictatious think he’s soft.

Draal would then guard Jims house and help him train at home. he would also give him emotional support and probably gain more respect for Jim. balancing all this in his life. And becoming Friends

Argh and Draal would become Jims back up, helping him with missions. Toby wouldn’t be involved as Jim would have promised to not tell anyone. and Strickler wouldn’t know it was Jim until later when he sees him with the armor on or when at Jims house and sees it.

Jim would have told his mum a lie about why he was out late a lot, telling the same thing to toby. maybe say he joined a fencing club or after school tutoring. or both. when he has to go for a few days he says he has a fencing tournament or something. buys fake medals of the internet.

perhaps later on Toby might have found out, if Jim still gave everyone letters like before. but even then, Toby would secretly know. and they wouldn’t be able to go to trollmarket. maybe Toby would meet Argh and Draal at Jims house, but they would keep Jims secret for him. They can see how much letting another human knows helps Jim.

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Going to the Darkland

Jim goes in to save Claire’s brother, he can’t leave him in there.

Dictatious and Vendel would do what they could to stop the tribunal. Dictatious probably pulling some scheme to get the bridge and set it up in the forest away from prying eyes. Dictatious knows troll kind needs a trollhunter, they have relied on one for far too long to keep the peace, and though Jim is just a human. he has managed to do things previous trollhunters never did. like felling Bular and Angor rot.

Argh was still turned to stone but from protecting Jim not Toby. and when the amulet acts up its Draal and Dictatious that turn him back. thus, getting their plan to save Jim. the amulet and past troll hunters know that Jim is the key to something big.

So, they go to save Jim, the plan would be a bit different from the different people present and Gunnar’s stage of progress, but overall it all ends with Draal and the gyre and driving out the Darklands.

 What they don’t know is Darkland Blinky saw Gunnar’s underlings drag the trollhunter of to the cells. Blinky recognizes the armor, but thinks it’s odd, it’s like a dark version of the trollhunter. but everyone calls him trollhunter so he must be it.

as such Blinky, when he gets the chance, sneaks into the jail area. mostly using his climbing skills to avoid paths the Gum Gums often walk. he questions Jim from outside his cell, never actually being seen though. he asks if Jim truly is the trollhunter. then asks for details on Bulars death. then rambles a bit about assisting him, “don’t worry I can help you”. then having to scamper of as guards return.

Nomura has had Blinky try to talk to her also, she has no idea who he is either, as Blinky always stays hidden. she had started to wonder if she was imagining him. but Jim heard him to so, guess she has no idea who it is.

Blinky drops a few things and words of encouragement to Jim as time passes and he thinks of a way to assist the trollhunter in a escape.

But then he sees the construction of the bridge in a new location and sets up a small post to look over it. perhaps telling Jim of the movement. but as such he sees the group of trolls entre, overhearing their plan to save the trollhunter. Blinky sets a plan into action, he sets of a landslide, causing half of Gummer’s army to get trapped , unable to assist the dark lord as the trollhunters escaping. Blinky then grabs what he can (mostly books), having prepared to leave the last time Gunmar almost escaped. going through the bridge as he sees Draal go to save everyone on the gyre.

so Blinky steps into the forest, free for the first time in century’s. the world so much brighter under the light of the moon and stars. but he hears movement, going to hide, and he watches Gunmar and a few other trolls also exit the Bridge.

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Free of the Darkland

The trollhuners group have escaped, closing the bridge behind them. all picking themselves of the ground or of the gyre. all glad to have gotten out.

Blinky looks over the group from the shadows of the trees, Draal, his old friend’s son, Argh the betrayer of Gunmar, His brother Dictatious, and the trollhunter, Jim was it?

Argh senses someone is watching them, turns to face them, growling. thinking it to be a Gum Gum or Gunmar that had escaped. But out walks Blinky, hands gesturing to Jim.

"Trollhunter!, Sir Jim, no Master Jim! you escaped also, I’m so glad."

Draal and Dictatious recognizes Blinky but are somewhat stunned by suddenly seeing the troll they thought was dead.

Jim puts a hand on Argh letting him know its ok, and walks up to Blinky.

"you’re the voice from the cells, you rely helped me out back there, but why do you *looks Blinky over* you look just like Dictatious"

" I’m glad to have been of assistance Master Jim"

Blinky tries give Jim a hug, but Argh stops him. Blinkys to forward , he’s been in the Darkland a long time.

" oh, you are The General Aarghaumont aren’t you. good on you ditching Gunmar, he is quite the bastard isn’t he"

Argh nodes "help trollhunter now"

" so do I, always have mind you. tried to do my bit even when in that horrible Darkland. who knows how long I’ve been in there. you know it’s really hard to track time without the movement of the moon or stars, or even a clock mind you. but I didn’t let that bother me I jus..."

and Blinky starts to ramble before Dictatious steps forward to Blinky

" you were trapped in the Darklands this whole time!, it’s been 300 years since the battle of kilahead bridge"

"my time does fly, oh there’s so much to catch up on, but first what is your plan to deal with Gunmar?"

"Gunmar? what do you mean, he’s still in the Darkland"

"or is he, Draal left his post"

" oh, dear I thought you knew, Gunmar left the Darkland with some crones, he went that way before you all got here, probably long gone now. that and from the looks of you all, you wouldn’t hold much of a fight against him right now"

" you saw Gunmar, why didn’t you stop him"

"im ONE troll, and not a very big one at that. What could I have done, become his puppet"

Draal pipes up

" if you were in the Darkland, what guarantee do we have you aren’t already one of Gunmars puppets"

" I would never, I’m not an idiot, I never whent anywhere near Gunmars blade, I saw what it did. besides I would never join Gunmar and his monsters Gum Gums. I’d rather turn to stone…. wait what if I am, would I know, someone cheak!"

Argh grabs Blinky as he panics, pats his head

" you ok, not look controlled"

" oh thank Daya, that would have been horrible, how could I assist the trollhunter if I was controlled"

Blinky leans on Argh relived

so, they conclude that they need to go back to trollmarket and tell Vendel what happened.

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Back in trollmarket

 first things first, they take Jim and Blinky to Vendel. Jim needs to report what happened in the Darkland and they need to think what to do next. Blinky needs a checkup, he looks rather banged up from his time in the Darkland, and there’s information he can share to.

Blinky is in aww of trollmarket, having never seen it, also it is a big difference to the cold, dark and lonely Darkland.

Vendel is also very surprised to see Blinky alive and ushered him into his room to give him a checkup.

Jim has a panic hearing he’s been gone for 2 weeks and all the trolls did was text his mum with his phone, that he was at a tournament, and then avoided all the messages she left after.

Jims probably in BBBBBIIiiiigg trouble with her.

 Vendel has Blinky remove his clothing, to give him a full body examination, the Darklands has clearly taken a toll on the smaller troll. Argh escorted Blinky There and is waiting outside.

Vendel turns to get some kind of examination tool, and suddenly the awws over Blinky jumps up. runs out the room. “nope nope, not ready for this after all.”

Vendel calls after Blinky "Argh grab him!". Argh catching a naked Blinky before he runs out the heartstone, putting him over his shoulder, taking him back into the examination room.

Blinky will only have the examination is someone else is there to make sure Vendel doesn't do anything dodgy. so, Argh just sits there as Blinky complains about being poked and prodded. but then getting into long winded explanations of how he got various wounds or having forgotten how he got that one ect.

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Blinkys Behaver/ scenarios

 normal Blinky can act a bit crazy at times. well Darkland Blinky ramps that up to 10. all that time alone in the Darklands, trying not to potentially die has left him with a screw loses. (Jim was only there a short while and he was already talking to himself). though as time passes and he re adjusts to life outside the Darklands he will mellow a bit. but probably keep some unusual habits.

such as not liking     crept up on , or surprised. probably resulting in Blinky punching you in     the face.

he prefers to     be somewhere high up, as in the Darklands it would be safer and allow him     to see everything going on around him. And he’s small and was vulnerable     at ground level. So it isn’t unusual for Blinky to stand on/ climb     furniture to be the same height as other trolls . or read a book sitting     on top of a bookcase.

Blinky had been     in the Darkland a long time and had told himself that he would continue to     work for troll kind and the trollhunter, despite being trapped. this     motivated him to keep moving but as time passed, continuously telling himself     that he becomes a bit obsessed with helping the trollhunter. so as soon as     he sees Jim he would be like

        " the trollhunter!, I fight against Gunmar to, comrade!"

 and be obsessed with him. (Dictatious hates Blinky intruding on his training of Jim, but can’t find a way to get rid of him)

 Blinky shows up     and suddenly Dictatious hates training. Blinky would follow Argh and Jim     to the training, and keeps saying his thoughts on the training and Jims progress,     and if Dictatious was hard on Jim, Blinky would dislike it. probably     reminding him of how Dictatious was hard on him as a young troll, and     would throw rocks at Dictatious. Probably yelling taunts. pulling Dictatiouss     attention off Jim and onto him.

" stop being such a bag of gravel Dictatious, how is he going to progress like that, you need to let him fight without you taking apart his technique. he has longer legs than you to start *sniggers*"

 Blinky has     climbed up the wall in the hero’s forge, and is leaning against Kanjigars     statue, having a one sided chat with his old friend, talking to him as if     he was still alive, but also asking him what if feels like turning to     stone? or being a ghost ? also rambles on about Draal and other things.

I don't think Dictatious     will be either happy or sad to see Blinky after everything. but he would     want Blinky to tell him everything about Gunmars army, and secrets from     the Darkland. but Blinkys crazy and just rambles useless stuff at him.     Argh is the only one patient enough to listen to Blinkys rambling long     enough to find the point of the conversation. this also bugs Dictatios.     the great big green fuzz ball can get information from Blinky but he can’t,     it hurts his pride.

Dictatious prides himself on finding answers but he don't have the patience to wait for Blinky to use three days to get to the point of a story.

 I think Blinky     would still befriend Argh, Argh would be the only one patient enough to     listen threw Blinkys insane rambling to find the point of the     conversation. Argh and Vendel would probably be giving Blinky therapy of     some sort, and Blinky would feel comfortable with him. they have both been     through Gunmars hell. Blinky has a habit of climbing things, feeling safe     higher up . like a cat XD. and he’s crazy so who cares about personal     space. he is probably constantly just found on Arghs back, rambling or     reading a book. or just hiding in his fur so people don't see him. he     probably also missed physical contact from being alone so long, and argh     being close by, makes him feel safe. Blinky practically lives on Arghs     back now.        

Argh is Blinkys security blanket essentially, and about the only one able to calm him down if he gets riled up.

 Blinky would treat Argh well, he was been trapped for hundreds of years, just talking to himself. the prospect of company and physical contact is thrilling to Blinky. anyone bothers his new pal Argh and Blinkys mauling you like a rabid gnome! but Argh also wishes to protect the smaller troll, he has so many scars and been through so much, Argh wants to protect him so he never has to be hurt again.

Jim will start coming     to Argh and Blinky for advice and help, possibly also training. he would     still be obliged to do official trollhunting training, but feels better     about and progresses more from training with trolls that actually care for     him .and learn his habits, structuring training around them. Dictatious     finds out eventually , plans to ignore it and continue ,but probably gets     fed up when everyone (Vendel , Draal) knows about it and actively is     involved. and announces if the trollhunter wants to train with my crazy     younger brother, let him. I have better things to do. if he dies from it don’t     go blaming me later.

Blinky would be a good trainer, but perhaps a bit unorthodox with his methods. Argh would have to him going too far some times. but overall it would work out. (after all Darkland Blinky has far more Battle and survival skills from normal Blinky.)

(maybe Blinky would train Toby to, Blinky also doesn’t care about permission and would just talk him to trollmarket)

if Jim ever brought     up his mum Blinky would want to go introduce himself to the human, she has     a wonderful son, Argh and Jim would have to hold him back as he tries     march to Jims house.

"oh! I must meet this human!"

" I don't see the problem, I will be polite. I promise not to climb her furniture"

I’m messing     with the idea that perhaps there are times that Blinky forgets about the     sun, he hasn’t had to deal with it in a long time. and everything’s very     much brighter compared to the darkland. and Blinky is easily distracted by     other things. argh has to keep an eye on him when they are out and the     suns up.

Blinkys eyes     would be so sensitive to light after so long in the Darklands, he would     have great darkvision.

 Strickler     walking around at night scheming . Blinky would just jump out a bush and     punch him in the face " this is for master Jim!"

Strickler 'what the hell...?'

Argh jumps out having to save the changling from Blinky

because changeling or not, there's no way Strickler is heavier than Blinky!

So Blinky just sits on him

And smacks him around

Until Argh pulls him off

Blinky might just bag him and bring him back to trollmarket, not tell anyone, just tie him to a chair and ask him stupid questions with no relevance at all. till either Argh, Vendel or Dictatious discovers Blinkys hiding place .

"changeling! Tell me what an Internet is? and why are you so much smaller than other changlings in troll form?! Answer me!!"

Strickler goes missing from school for a few days , Jim thinks he must be up to something, till he realizes "wheres Blinky?!"

suddenly all the trollhunters team is searching trollmarket from top to bottom. Blinky in some cave that's almost impossible to get to, just having a cup of tea , with Strickler, him still tied up, but Blinky helps him with the tea . Blinky talking about his many many problems, Strickler just talks with him, not much else to do, either the trolls or another changling will find them eventually.

maybe Strickler would pity the clearly crazy troll ,or somehow use the situation to his advantage?

When ever someone     is looking for Blinky, they check he’s not on Arghs back first XD

 Blinky still     loves books, loves being able to read any book he wants, no limitation to     what could make it into the darklands.

 Blinky is still     a fast wee troll, but now also super good and being sneaky. no one sees     him coming, he just appears next to you. He just appears next to like     batman .

 Jims at home and then, boom Blinkys there somehow, Jim panics his mums latterly just in the kitchen, how did you get here.

"I’ve been here all day, your book shelves are quite sad to say the least, not one history book"

Argh is in troll market looking for Blinky, he lost him

Gets a panicked call from Jim

" Argh get here now!, hes trying to talk to my mum!"

'Jim, who're you talking to?'

 Oh and he still     talks and bickers to himself, or talks to himself, saying he’s talking to     Argh but they both know Arghs not listening

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Future

 I think as soon as Arghs queen and Gunmar takes over troll marked, Dictatious will just swap sides. like finally someone with a clear view of the future of troll kind. humans are weak and annoying, why should we be helping them so much.

also after a while... a long while,….years?, maybe Blinky would be less crazy, but still totally devoid of boundaries and totally kick butt. still very much attached to argh

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if you made it to the end, thank you. and what do you think?

(Also sorry for any spelling mistakes I missed)

[michaelmakesafanfic]

Rich Set A Fire, RichJake if you squint

Brooke: Got a costume for tonight, made sure to pick a size that was a lot too tight ;)

Jake: got a condom ;)

Chloe: and a flask ;)

Rich: I stole my older brother’s Jason mask

Rich: and I don’t have a machete but a loaf of bread will do :)

Jenna: cool I guess???

Rich: Jake, you need any help setting up?

Jake: Nah, I got things covered

Rich: cool

Brooke: u know how you always see people go as sexy cats, well im going as a sexy dog ;)

Chloe: that’s dumb

Brooke: :(

Jake: cmon chloe, that was harsh

Chloe: shut up, Jake. No one asked you

Jenna: I know u guys are exes, but can you at least act normal around each other for like 2 secs?

Chloe: no

Jake: no

Jenna: fair enough

Rich: so… you’re parents are out of town?

Jake: Yup. They laundered money and they’re on the run

Brooke: ????

Jenna: that’s illegal????

Jake: Yep

Rich: colo

Rich: *cool

Chloe has left the chat

Brooke: great.

Jenna: so Brooke, you going with Jeremy?

Brooke: Yep :D

Jenna: is he new here or something??

Rich: he’s been going heere for over two years, Jen

Jake: XD

Jenna: like you would know. You didn’t even go here freshman year

Rich: …

Jake: …

Jake: okay, so I gtg finish setting up c u guys tomorrow

Jake has left the chat

Rich: bye

Jenna: he already left

Rich: oh :/

Rich: you guys excited?

Jenna: duh

Brooke: I was until chloe put down my costume :(

Rich: im sure you lla loke great Brook

Jenna: ^^

Brooke: thanks guys. You okay there, rich?

Rich: yea im coold

Brooke: you sure? You’re kinda spamming out??

Rich: im sureeeefzjo

Jenna: you’re kinda freaking me out…

Brooke: ^^

Rich:  I prominse I an completeyk sfine

Jenna has left the chat

Brooke: Rich, they’re gone. You can tell me what’s wrong

Rich: im treally okkay\

Brooke: Rich? I’m not joking around, what’s up with you??

Rich: adskneoigbagoagoivzlhlkgs z,

Brooke has left the chat

 That was all about 20 hours ago. Now, I’m about to knock on the door and enter Jake’s house for the party. I adjust my Jason mask and clutch the loaf of bread with one hand so I can pound on the door. Nobody should be here yet, but the lights are already spazzing different colors and music is blaring out into the streets.

“Four knocks should do.”

I show no signs of hearing my squip, but follow its directions. We were having a somewhat rocky relationship at the moment. When I first got a squip over a year ago, he wasn’t insane, just a little harsh. I do owe him a lot for making me cool, but recently he has been pressuring me to do something that really didn’t seem like a… good idea.

It didn’t take too long before Jake had opened the door. I kinda had a thing for him a few years back, but those feelings ended pretty abruptly when I was a sophomore. Now that I think about it that was around the time I got my squip. That’s probably just a coincidence.

“Hey Rich! You’re here, like, an hour early. No one else is here yet.”

“I, uh, yeah. Just wanted to see if you needed any help here. The place looks great, dude!” I grin.

Normally, I would look to my squip for approval, but I’ve had it for so long I already know what to say. And I honestly don’t care. I’m already ‘popular’ and a little human error wouldn’t hurt.

“Thanks! I actually worked pretty hard on this. Come on in.”

I stepped in and looked around at all the creepy Halloween decorations. Jack-o-lanterns, ghosts, spiders, all the typical stuff. There was a table with a black cloth on the far side of the room with stacks of red solo cups and a drink I could only assume was beer.

“Looks like everything’s good to go. What can I do until more people get here?”

“Well, we could play xbox? If you want to, that is?”

“Sure!”

The two of us went up to his room and just messed around on GTA5.

“We need to go through with this, Rich.”

I attempted to shut off my squip, but nothing seemed to be working. Instead, I ignored it and focused on the screen in front of me.

“Rich, you can’t just listen. You need to obey.”

I pretended as if he wasn’t there so that Jake wouldn’t notice what was going on, but my head started spinning. “No! I don’t want to do this!” I thought back at the squip.

“You have to. You may think you’re cool, but you could go so much farther. All it would take would be to-“

I told you before, I am not squipping the entire school!

“And why not! Do you realize how selfish you’re sounding? You get the privilege of using technology so you can fit in, but other people can’t? Your locker is full of squips and has been for days. Why now did you change your mind?”

I looked back over at Jake. His blue eyes glistened as they reflected the television screen. He was so engrossed in the game as his thumbs and index fingers fiddled with the buttons and triggers on his remote. Jake seems perfectly happy with who he is. He’s popular, hosts awesome parties, gets all the girls, and still plays video games. Sure his parents aren’t around so much, but he deals with it. He’s strong enough to not need some computer telling him what to say and do.

“This isn’t to benefit Jake. My sole purpose is to help you achieve what you desire and I can only truly do that if all of your peers cooperate.”

I can’t do that to him. And I’m sure there are other people at Middle Borough High that wouldn’t want a squip even if I offered one.

Wasted.

I hadn’t been paying attention and jolted my head back up to see that my character had been run over by Jake’s car.

“Yes! Hey bro, you okay? You kinda zoned out for a second there.”

“I, uh-“ I silently debated telling him everything. About the squip, about its plan to take over the school, everything. “I’m fine.”

He paused the game and smiled over at me, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Okay, but just know I’m here if you need anything.”

“Thanks Jakey D,” I said with a lopsided grin.

“Hey, that’s what friends are for.”

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, removing his hand from me. The screen lit up with all kinds of notifications. He must have turned his volume off so we could focus on the game. That doesn’t seem like a great idea an hour before a party that you’re hosting at your house, but whatever.

“We should probably head back down there, people should be getting here soon.” Jake stood up on his own and reached out a hand to pull me up.

“You don’t want to do this, Rich. Just think of all the possibilities! You can have everything you ever wanted if you just listen to me.”

I silenced the squip by placing my hand in Jake’s and allowing him to help me up off the floor. The two (three) of us walked back down the stairs to the expansive living room. As if on cue, a doorbell rang.

~*~ Time skip, one hour later ~*~

Everyone was here and that party was in full swing. Jeremy and Jake had a dance battle and Jake’s date was late so we talked for a bit. It was pretty difficult to avoid any drinks people had offered me, but I knew that getting drunk wouldn’t completely solve my problem and I need to be on full alert if my squip tries anything. Now I’m just kind of standing in the corner trying to look like I wasn’t too out of place. The squip in my brain was being relentless.

“You do realize that you upgraded a few days ago. I can have complete control over your body if it comes to that. Rich, my sole purpose is to make you happy and I can only do that if you give in. You can do this willingly, or know that I will get what you want one way or another.”

My eyes widened as I realized the gravity of this situation. It doesn’t matter what I do, as long as I have my squip there’s still a chance that everyone else could be squipped and put through this abuse as well. I tried not to imagine Jake wincing in pain as his squip shocked him for bad posture or doing anything incorrectly. No one deserves that. I have to do something.

“You got any Mountain Dew Red?” I exhaled in an exacerbated tone.

I ran from guest to guest asking them the same simple question. They all just assumed I was drunk and laughed at me, continuing on with their conversations.

“It’s like normal Mountain Dew? But red?”

I was getting desperate now.

“I’m going to improve your life Rich. When you go back to school on Monday everyone will be mindless zombies, bending to your every whim.”

“SERIOUSLY! WHERE THE FUCK CAN I GET SOME MOUNTAIN DEW RED?! GOD!”

I ran all over the room, watching as Jake’s date for the night said something about popular people being crazy as she and Jeremy laughed at me.

I slumped against the wall, trying to block out the voice in my head. It kept going on and on about how messed up I was and how everything could be better if I just listened to him.

“Rich, Mountain Dew Red was discontinued in 1988. You know that. No one here can save you now.”

I ran away from the wall in a feeble attempt to escape the voice. My brain is going to freaking explode! Everything became blurry as I ran and ran around the room. Jeremy was barely visible. Hoping he could help me in some way, I dashed towards him. Not knowing what came over me, I started making explosion movements with my hands and sound effects to go with them.

”BAAAAAAAAAA,” I knocked something over as I finally got to Jeremy. “Got any Mountain Dew Red?” I tried saying in as calm of a voice as possible so he would take me seriously.

“Okay, this whole no-drinking-while-squipping thing? Would it have killed you to give me a warning? …Rich?”

My head shoots up as everything fades to black. I can hear someone yelling, is that me? I can’t tell anymore.

“Warning. Warning. Warning.”

And everything went dark.

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

I’ve been thinking about this for a while.

I tried to make the text conversation at the beginning follow the song “Halloween” when “During the above, RICH’s dance becomes less joyful and more of a desperate freak-out. It’s clear something is not okay. People see this and exit to get away until he is left alone” as it says in the script.

Oh, and I spent about an hour trying to figure out what Rich wore to the Halloween party. Searching bmc wiki, google images, preview videos on YouTube, tons of stuff. I finally decided to just listen to the song again and literally facepalmed at “I stole my older brother’s Jason mask.”

[topazshadowwolf]

Short Story from “The Door”: Grillby’s Training

This was a short story requested by 7flyingpancakes7 on AO3, and it was interesting to write. While working on The Door, I spent time over thinking some of the characters and their past. I have well over thought Grillby and Toriel, and would like to eventually write their stories. We’ll see. Anyway, some of you have also found my Grillby to be interesting and curious about him, so here’s a small taste of what it would be like reading a story about him.

An Undertale Fanfiction by: Topaz Shadowwolf Undertale is owned by: Toby Fox Relationships: None for this one  Rating: Currently Teen WARNING: Grillby is a fire elemental, so when he fights he will most likely burn what he fights. Because of that, this is a little more graphic in nature than what I normally write. PLEASE consider that before reading. I think I’ve read and seen worse in teen movies/books, but if this seems a bit much, let me know, I will bump the rating up.

AO3 ch1, ch2

Grillby’s Training 

A short story from The Door

Battle training varied throughout the day based on location and occupation. Some monsters are required to be there in the early morning, mostly shopkeepers, others late at night. Grillby, being a restaurant owner, was expected to show up in the morning. And, much to his chagrin, he somehow became the leader of his group. Dogamy and Dogaressa were supposed to lead, but they turned the position over to him on the first day.

The first ever “leader training” session was going to begin today, and should repeat every first week of the month. This was not something Grillby was looking forward to. As much as he disliked leading a group, it didn’t really require him using his magic in an offensive, or defensive, way. It only required that he instructed the others, and have Dogamy and Dogaressa do demonstrations. It was clear, most of the monsters in his group didn’t really want to see him try. For this, there will be other leaders there, and each will be expected to show what they can do. Grillby wasn’t sure what he could do, anymore.

The other thing he wasn’t looking forward to about this meeting, was that it was in Waterfall. Granted, Grillby is a strong enough fire elemental that a little “rain” wouldn’t hurt him, but that doesn't mean it's not uncomfortable. It messes with his flames, causes them to sizzle and produce steam. And where there is a lot of “rain” it often results in his flames lowering if he doesn’t protect himself.

For this first meeting, he gets out his old raincoat and umbrella, and sets out earlier. These tools left him feeling smothered, but at least it was better than having messed up flames that have been cooled and not as tall as they once were. He could skip the “rain” altogether if he took the ferry, but there is no way he is getting on that thing; the river is one place he will avoid at all costs. Drops of water is one thing, total submersion is another. Thus, he must walk the whole way. He should at least be thankful it is not in Hotlands…

As comfortable that place is, temperature wise, it caused too many bad memories which is why he moved to Snowdin.

Once he arrived, he was happy to see the cave the training will occur in is dry. Places like this are rare in swamp land, and he was happy someone found it. Taking off his coat, it felt good to let his flames be free again. He was the first one to arrive, naturally, so he had time to prepare. He had planned it out that way, not only because he hates being late but he wanted to get a feel for his magic in an area that would be safer than Snowdin or its surrounding forest.

It had been a long time since he used his magic for something other than cooking or warming monsters lost in the snow. And there is a difference, a vast difference. There are different emotions, sensations, and intensities. Grillby never burned food with his magic, but he did burn his enemies, often beyond recognition. After some meditation, he started to call it up, remembering the feel of his flames in the heat of battle.

Heat of battle...

Grillby snorted, Sans and Toriel would have liked that. Both of those two are a bad influence on his sense of humor.

Adjusting his glasses, Grillby again tried to focus. He remembers the surface, the feel of the wind playing with his flames. The battlefields, covered in morning dew and rich with the smell of fear and anticipation. Sounds of battle cries, the rumble of hooves and feet as the opposition charged. His core thrummed like a heartbeat, building in pace as the imagined enemy approached. And then he felt it, his own magic.

Fire, hot beyond hot, reaching, spreading, burning everything it touches, destroying everything in sight. He remembered the power he had possessed, the weapon he had become. A tool for to gain power while striping it away from others without mercy, without care. Without any consideration to what it was doing to him. Only a few ever remembered he was living, and those who didn’t never started out that way. But once they had a taste of what he could do, they abused their contract, and some paid for that…

Memories drifted into darker and darker areas of his mind, the places he no longer wishes to dwell. And yet they were connected, all interconnected. He can’t remember how the battles felt without the horrors. They caused his core to shake as he remembered the feel of burning, blistering, and cracking skin. The feel of monsters dusting in his unyielding grasp. Memories of screams, begging, and the stench of boiling blood filled his mind. The sensation of someone trashing around in his grasp until they just… stopped.

He had kill so many, so many in the name of another. Human and monster.

He was a weapon, that’s all anyone ever considered him. That’s all he will ever be. Anyone who summons him will know this and abuse his magic. They won’t care how wounded he already is, or how hurt he will become, they never do.

“Grillby?”

Grillby? A name. HIS name. A name he gave himself to never again be used to kill. To declare himself free of the endless slavery that elementals go through. To be free from being a thing, and finally be a living creature.

What a silly dream that was.

As long as he answers to any ruler, he will always be a weapon.

“Grillby, are you alright?”

The elemental returned to the here and now and noticed his flames were out of control. They were reaching out, like plant roots, in wild displays of orange. But unlike plants, these roots destroy. He was here, in Waterfall, not on a battlefield, he was safe, there was no one to hurt, no one to kill. Calming down, the flames returned to him, leaving burnt plants and charred earth and stone. Looking over he matched the voice with the face of an old friend. He wanted to speak, but his fire was still hot and using up most of the oxygen around him, that he required to speak. Instead he offered two pops of his flames, as a ‘yes,’ to let the old turtle know he heard.

“What are you doing here?” Gerson asked, then sighed, “Silly question. Grillby, go home, you’ve seen enough of this.”

“..................................but……………………,” Grillby tried to protest.

“Go home, I’m supposed to be leading this meeting anyway. Once it’s done, I’m going to go speak with Undyne. I’ve let this go on, long enough,” Gerson set his hammer down and helped Grillby get his coat on. It frustrated Grillby that he was shaking, as if he had a body that was more physical and prone to trembling. He felt so utterly useless and spent.

Grillby made the walk back home. He knew in a few hours, though, those who trained in the morning at Snowdin will be hungry, and the least he could do is make sure there were hearty meals ready for them. Providing good food is not uselessness. He remembered his first summoner mostly using him for cooking once Grillby showed an interest in it. There are more uses for him than war, he will just have to prove that to others and himself.

What better way to celebrate the 4th of July than posting a story about fire. XD

[xertasadventures]

Cebu Trip - Flight from The US to Cebu

Thought I’d start properly using tumblr more to jot down my adventures and/or do reviews of shows and movies I watch. I’m kinda pissed I didn’t do this for my past two disney trips but I hope to rectify that with any future trips I do. I’m splitting my trip to cebu into several posts so that 1) I don’t spam people with 14-15 posts and 2) I don’t give people a really really long ass post to read lol

2-16-17

Slept over my parents’ apartment the previous night so it’s easier for us to go to the airport. On waking up around 5am, took a shower and finalized what I was bringing to the Philippines. We lost the card of the cab service we usually use to go to the airport but managed to find a good cab service and took it to the airport. We barely fit the luggages we had - 6 in total - and ended up having to put two of them in the front seat but we made it work.

We had checked in online the day before so we went to the mobile/web check-in line and just had to give in our check in luggage, four in total. We then went through the security checkpoint and right afterwards I realized I forgot my headphones back in my parents’ apartment (RIP). So I coughed up the money to buy new headphones from a stand at the airport, which was a little more expensive than normal (for obvious reasons) but hey I get rewards points so it’s w/e.

After getting my headphones and using the bathroom my mom and I went to the korean airlines lounge since we had a discount, or it was free. I forget which one it was XD Regardless, it was pretty nice there. They had free sandwiches and drinks so I decided to initiate the pigging out of my vacation with those. I think I ended up eating like three sandwiches, two sodas, and a cup of instant ramen noodles, as well as a few bags of sun chips. I then brought out my laptop and did some last minute wow stuff, then packed my laptop up and just sat there watching some SAO clips until we had to go board the plane.

The first flight we took would be to korea, taking an Airbus A380 airplane. We managed to board early since my Mom is a priority member and we had an aisle seat and a middle seat in the middle section of the plane. They gave us these thin slippers so I removed my shoes and slipped them on (see what I did there = 3 =). Take off was pretty smooth and soon enough we were on our way. On a 14 hour flight x.x It wasn’t too bad because I ended up sleeping through most of it but for when I was awake I managed to watch Suicide Squad and Snowden, which I may do reviews for after recalling my entire trip to the Philippines. The food is your typical airplane food. I know for one meal they had this special “Korean” dish that involved a soup which was different than the standard stuff but I didn’t get it in fear of spilling it over my clothes XD

2-17-17

When we got to Korea, it was late afternoon. We had to go through another security checkpoint before being let into the airport. I was in awe as we were in the terminal at all the shops and food stands, some of which I knew, others that weren’t in the states. I took my mom to the gate of our next flight and then went looking around for food while she stayed behind to watch our carry on luggage. I saw a stand that was selling hot dogs covered in deep fried potatoes so I obviously got that and also got a mountain dew, which tastes different than in the states. I think it’s because it’s using real sugar since the sugar substitute they use in the states is banned in Korea and the rest of the world I think? I also got a kimbap roll from a local franchise... I think XD Figured I’d get something Korean from Korea, right?

After getting food and bringing my Mom a coke zero we waited around for our next flight. There were outlets scattered throughout the waiting area so I plugged in my laptop and did some dailies on some of my WoW characters. I told myself I’d only do dailies on my warrior and mage since they were easy and quick to do on those characters, and I figured if I did some now I wouldn’t have to do as much when I got to the Philippines. I know it’s vacation but I didn’t want to be left behind (and I had a record to keep on my warrior. Didn’t miss a single emissary on her so far).

When it came time to board our flight, which was a smaller airbus plane from Korea Airlines (don’t remember the model number) we again boarded early thanks to my mom being part of sky team. This time we got an aisle seat and a window seat since the format was 2-3/4-2 instead of 3-4-3 like our previous flight (I forgot how many were in the middle) with my mom sitting in the window seat since she got the aisle seat for the last flight. Don’t think I managed to watch anything for this flight as I was tired AF so I think I just slept for most of the flight. They served us a meal during the flight but again, your typical airplane food.

This flight was a lot shorter than the first one, only being around 3 or 4 hours. When we arrived at Mactan International Airport we went through immigration fairly quick because they let my mom and I on the Filipino citizen line since my mom was formerly a citizen of the Philippines. We didn’t even need to show proof! Got through immigration and customs with no issue and got our bags. We waited outside for a bit for my cousins to come pick us up, and while we did I took in my surroundings. The air definitely smelled different. Not only from the states, but also from the last time I was in the Philippines. It definitely smelled fresher than before, but the smell of the canals was still there, just not as strong. It was warm, but not overbearingly hot and humid like I last remember, provided we arrived around midnight.

My cousin, Carl, who picked us up brought her pickup truck since we were bringing like six luggages. Her husband, Raymon and brother, Patrick, accompanied her and it was nice to see them after not seeing them for almost six or seven years I think. Raymon was a new face since Carl got married since the last time I had seen them and he was pretty cool. Before dropping us off at our Lola’s house, we stopped by a restaurant in Cebu’s IT park that sold Filipino food. They figured we’d want a taste of Filipino food first since we were actually in the Philippines. I’m not going to be able to recall everything we got, but from what I can there was Pancit Canton (I think), Lumpia Shanghai, and... that’s all I can remember > . < But there was definitely more since we also wanted to bring some food back for the people at my Lola’s house.

When we got to my Lola’s neighborhood, I remember a few things looking different. My Tita Gemma gave up her restaurant that was downstairs from my Lola’s house and in it’s place were an eyeglass shop run by my Tito Allen and another local restaurant that’ll show up in the next blog post. The open space to the left of the door to my Lola’s House was replaced with a shop offering Korean food (I think), but the door looked the same at least. We had Patrick open the door and we brought the luggage upstairs to the living room.

Once I was upstairs, I greeted my Lola, who was the main reason why I went to the Philippines in the first place. It was good seeing her after not seeing her for many years. She had some plates brought out and we all ate the food that we bought. I was then told that I would be sleeping in the room my Dad stayed in previously (he was in Manila at the time and would be back in Cebu the following day). I remember that room being my cousin Grace’s room but she moved out and they did some remodeling and added an AC, which made the room super cold. I tried going to sleep but because I was jetlag it was a little hard. It also didn’t help that I was freezing cold because there was no cover and I didn’t want to wake up anyone to ask for one. But I guess that’s better than sweating my ass off while sleeping XD