#so i write down a game plan and literally spell it out for them

[babymorte]

gotta love depleting your entire savings because other people are terrible with their own money 🥲

[lupinsweater]

hola! okay, i’m a big fan of shy remus. i was wondering if you could write something where remus is into reader and remus has 0 game so he has no idea how to talk to her so sirius and james go into full wingman mode and try to help him out but remus is just cringing at the attempts. only if ya want :) i love your writing!!

hello!!! shy!remus has my whole heart 🤎 i love an awkward bumbling boy! i hope you like it!

Shy!Remus Lupin x Reader 💌 1.6k words

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The library was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of quills against parchment and the distant hum of students whispering. You sat at your usual table, lost in a book, completely unaware that across the room, Remus Lupin was dying.

Not literally, of course. But close enough.

“You’re staring again, mate.” James nudged him with his elbow, grinning. “Bit creepy.”

“I’m not staring,” Remus muttered, tearing his eyes away from you and burying his nose in his Transfiguration textbook.

“Oh, you absolutely are,” Sirius chimed in, propping his feet up on the table and leaning back in his chair. “It’s tragic, really. You have zero game.”

Remus groaned, rubbing his temples. “I don’t need game. What I need is for you two to leave me alone.”

James and Sirius exchanged a look—the kind of look that usually meant trouble. Before Remus could protest, James shot up from his seat, grabbed a stack of books from the table, and marched toward you.

“James, what the hell are you doing?,” Remus whispered with panic. “No, no, no—”

Too late. James, ever the dramatic, tripped just as he reached your table. Books went flying, scattering across the floor in a chaotic mess. You startled, looking up as James let out a loud, exaggerated, “Oh no!”

You blinked at him, setting your book down with a look of genuine concern. “Are you okay?”

James gasped, clutching his chest. “Oh, I’ll survive. It’s just—I was just carrying all these books to help my dear, scholarly friend Remus, who—oh look! Here he is now!”

Remus, who had been chasing after James in an attempt to stop him, froze as you turned your gaze to him. You stood up, crouching down to pick up a handful of books before walking over to him.

“You needed these?” you asked, holding the pile of books out to him with a friendly smile.

Remus opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. He’d suddenly forgotten every word in the English language.

“Oh, you’re such a doll for helping,” Sirius cut in, suddenly appearing at James’ side. “Remus here is very smart. Very bookish. Very single.”

Remus groaned, feeling his cheeks flush hot.

You laughed, clearly amused, and gently placed the stack of books in Remus’ arms. “Well, I hope this helps.”

Somehow, somehow, Remus managed to remember how to function long enough to wrap his arms around the books so they wouldn’t fall. “Th-thanks,” he stammered.

James and Sirius were practically vibrating with barely contained glee.

-~-~-~-~-

Charms class was supposed to be simple. Emphasis on supposed to be.

Remus had planned to keep his head down, focus on his incantations, and not embarrass himself in front of you for once. But, as always, James and Sirius had other ideas.

“You know what would really impress her?” Sirius whispered as they settled into their seats. “A grand, sweeping, show-stopping spell.”

James nodded sagely. “Something dazzling. Something unforgettable.”

“Something that won’t end with me in the hospital wing?” Remus muttered, already regretting ever letting the two of them find out about his crush.

But then you walked in, all smiles as you took your seat a row in front of him, and Remus forgot how to function. He could smell your perfume.

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands, jolting Remu out of his trance. “Alright, class! Today, we’ll be practicing Wingardium Leviosa! I know you are all proficient with the charm, but with your NEWTs coming up, we need to go over everything. Partner up and begin.”

Remus barely had time to process before James was tapping your shoulder with enthusiasm. “Would you mind? Moony needs a partner!”

You beamed as you looked at Remus. “Looks like we’re working together then!”

Remus’ brain went blank as you clambered around to sit down next to him. Words? Who needed words?

Unfortunately, his body decided to communicate in incoherent panic instead of the spoken word, and as soon as he waved his wand, the feather the two of you were meant to levitate shot straight into Flitwick’s face.

James and Sirius snickered from a few feet away. Remus wanted to sink into the floor.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, giggling as you Accio’d the feather back over to the two of you. “Here, try again.”

Remus took a steadying breath. Focus. He could do this.

He waved his wand again.

The feather rose. Success!

And then it exploded into a cloud of glitter.

Sirius actually fell off his chair laughing. James was pounding the desk, wheezing. Flitwick, covered head to toe in shimmering dust, sighed heavily.

Remus was ready to die.

“Well,” you said with a kind smile, brushing glitter off your robes, “at least you made it sparkle.”

Remus groaned into his hands as James and Sirius continued their hysterics.

-~-~-~-~-

Hogsmeade weekends were always Remus’ favorite. He loved relaxing, grabbing a Butterbeer with his friends, and mentally resetting after a long week. And he was planning to do just that- after the humiliating week he’d had, he couldn’t wait to get his mind off of things.

Unfortunately for him, Sirius and James had decided that a day in Hogsmeade was the perfect opportunity to help Remus talk to you.

“Today’s the day, Moony,” James said, slinging an arm around Remus’ shoulders as they walked toward the village. “You’re going to chat her up like a natural.”

“I talk to her all the time,” Remus muttered.

“Yes, but this time, you’re going to do it with charm,” Sirius added. “Which is why we’ve devised a foolproof plan.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

By the time they reached The Three Broomsticks, Remus was already bracing for disaster. And sure enough, the moment you walked in, James and Sirius executed what could only be described as a car accident of a plan.

James “accidentally” spilled Butterbeer on your sleeve, immediately launching into an exaggerated apology that somehow involved insisting Remus help clean it off as he boasted that Remus was particularly skilled with cleaning charms, after all of the accidents his friends seemed to have.

Sirius, meanwhile, loudly proclaimed, “You know, Moony’s been reading up on useful charms lately. Maybe he could show you a quick spell to clean it off?”

Remus glared at them both but turned to you with an apologetic look. “Uh, sorry about them.”

You laughed, shaking out your sleeve. “It’s fine, really. But if you do have a good spell for Butterbeer stains, I’d love to know.”

Remus, desperate to regain some dignity, muttered the incantation. Luck seemed to be on his side today—the stain vanished instantly.

Sirius and James exchanged victorious looks.

You smiled at Remus. “Impressive! I’ll have to have you teach me that one sometime.”

Remus turned red. James and Sirius high fived behind him. You went to join your friends, waving at Remus as you sat down with them. Sirius clapped Remus on the back. “See? A flawless execution.”

Remus groaned. “You two are the worst.”

James grinned. “Ah, you say that now. But when she finally asks you out, you’ll be kissing the ground we walk on, old friend.”

-~-~-~-~-

Remus was pacing. This was already a bad sign.

“Mate, relax,” James said, lounging on Remus’ bed in his dirty Quidditch kit, tossing a Snitch up in the air and catching it again. “It’s simple. Just be yourself.”

Remus stopped mid-step and turned to glare at him. “Just be myself?” he repeated. “That’s the worst advice you’ve ever given me.”

Sirius, sprawled across the floor flipping through a magazine, snorted. “I don’t know, Prongs. I think the glitter bomb might have been worse.”

“I panicked!” Remus hissed, running a hand through his hair. “You weren’t helping!”

“Which is why, this time, you’re just going to go up to her, act normal, and have a conversation like a functioning human being,” James said, sitting up. “No grand schemes, no staged accidents. Just talk to her.”

Remus swallowed hard, nodding. “Right. Just talk.”

He found himself in the library again later that evening, determined to have a normal conversation with you this time.

The plan lasted approximately five seconds.

Remus approached you and sat down in the chair across from you with an awkward smile. You had barely begun to greet him back when he, driven purely by panic, blurted out, “Your bones. They’re nice.”

A pause. A long pause.

James and Sirius, who had been hiding behind a nearby bookshelf, collapsed into each other trying to suppress their laughter.

You, to your eternal credit, just blinked at him before smiling, clearly trying not to laugh at his poor excuse for a compliment. “Uh, thanks?”

Remus wanted to die.

“No problem,” he managed, voice barely above a whisper before he stood up, turned on his heel, and walked straight into the bookshelf.

James was wheezing at this point, and Sirius had tears streaming down his face.

You, somehow amused rather than horrified, stood and grabbed his arm, turning him around as you examined his head. “You okay there, Remus?”

“Yep,” he squeaked, rubbing his forehead. “Perfectly fine.”

You laughed. “Well, if you ever want to talk more about bones, I’ll be here.”

With that, you returned to your table and picked up your book, and Remus stumbled away, head in his hands as Sirius and James howled in the background.

“That,” Sirius gasped between laughs, “was the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

James wiped at his eyes. “Absolutely tragic. I loved it.”

Remus groaned. “I’m never showing my face again.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Sirius grinned. “We’ll remind you of this moment forever.”

Just as Remus prepared to sink into eternal embarrassment, he heard footsteps approaching. You were back, standing in front of him with an amused glint in your eyes.

“Hey,” you said. “So, I was thinking—since you clearly appreciate good bone structure, maybe you’d like to grab a Butterbeer with me this weekend?”

Remus blinked, his brain short-circuiting. James and Sirius looked at you like you’d sprouted a second head.

“I—uh—yes! Yes, I would,” he finally managed, his voice raspy.

You grinned. “Great! See you then.”

As you walked away, Sirius clapped him on the back. “Well, Moony, you’ve got zero game, but somehow, it worked.”

James shook his head, watching your retreating form with amusement. “Proud of you, mate.”

Remus, still processing, could only nod. Maybe being himself was all he needed, after all.

[writersblockiskillingme]

hi love!!!! your work is so amazing i love how you write

i was wondering if you could do a corionlanus x fem reader where she’s his tribute and is about to be killed in the game but it’s kind of like that scene in you where she says “no don’t kill me im pregnant” and it’s his reaction and everyone watching trying to get them to end the games? i’d love to see what you could do w that feel free to change anything u want!

Songbird's Plan | Coriolanus Snow

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!tribute!reader

Summary: The presence of a song bird can change everything for one who appreciates them or "if it weren't for the baby" TBOSAS edition.

Warning/s: a bit of angst, Coriolanus Snow being in love, nickname (songbird), mentions of death, mentions of pregnancy, short fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: It's finally here. Hope you enjoy.

The moment Coriolanus Snow met you he knew that he would do everything in his power to protect you from harm no matter what.

Of course he knew that that was going to be a difficult challenge because you were his tribute.

You were supposed to be in the games, you were supposed to literally fight for your life. There was always the chance that you would die, but Coriolanus didn't allow himself to think too long of this outcome. He knew that it would simply drive him to compete and utter madness.

So once the rebels bombed the arena, once he was out of the hospital and once he made sure that his tribute was okay, he sneaked into the arena the night before the games.

He spend more than half of the night searching for the places for his little songbird to hide. He did everything he could, he truly did, and he truly did though that he would be prepared for everything.

Yet as he found himself leaning towards the screen in front of him that displayed the scene of you being attacked by Coral he felt himself automatically freeze. He felt helpless.

He felt like he let you down and that ate him inside out.

Coriolanus felt like his heart was going to simply burst out of his chest as he watched, his throat tightening.

He watched Coral getting closer to you. He felt useless.

But there was something that both of you underestimated. There was a certain connection between you two. Both Coriolanus and you were smart, willing to do anything to survive.

Once Coriolanus remembered that, he forced himself to move. He could probably wipe out Coral with those badly made drones, but he needed some distraction because if Coral sees them, it's over. He could hit you.

"Please, don't!" Your voice broke out of the screen, Coriolanus felt himself flinch at the desperation behind it.

He watched your helpless form glazing away from Coral like you were on thin ice.

Coriolanus felt like he would scream put as Coral raised her weapon against you. But that's when you yelled out something that made his heart completely stop.

"No!" Your forceful voice shouted. "Don't kill me, I'm pregnant!"

Coral stopped for a moment. Coriolanus stopped for a moment. In fact, it seemed like the entire world stopped for a moment.

Coriolanus couldn't move, his mouth slightly agape as he watched you breathe heavily as you waited for Coral to move.

"Stop the games!" Tigris shouted in despair.

Coriolanus felt himself turn around quickly as he watched the mob of students standing up, waving his hands in air as they shouted to stop the games.

Coriolanus quickly turned to the screen and watched Coral still trying to gain her composure. He moved quickly, his body quicker than his mind.

If he doesn't do anything now, it would be over for you.

So as he send at least ten drones into the arena, successfully killing Coral, and as he watched your face twist in relief, and as he heard the cheers behind him he realized that maybe the hope wasn't lost after all.

His little songbird was truly a genius.

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[synnamon-hearts]

This is a bit out of left field. How is the fandom feeling for incubus! Josh ? 👁️

He still looks the same from the canon game, his form depends on your imagination once he comes at night to feast! I'll send in more details if I'm not tired. Love your worksss weewooo

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Oh. My. GOD. Literally s-creaming right now because I used to write incubus fics in another fandom a long time ago and it was like one of, if not my most favorite trope, and I wanted to start doing it with Josh too but I wasn't sure how people would feel about it. Well, thanks to this request, my question was answered.

NSFW down below!

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Incubus!Josh always appears at night when you are sleeping, just towering over the foot of your bed, watching you for a few minutes like a predator studies his prey to access the situation. Once he's got you somewhat figured out, he will wake you. Some days it can be by gently rubbing your thighs, or biting your neck hard. It really depends on his mood but he always has that same mischievous smirk when your eyes finally open.

I think his eyes are fairly emotionless, though like his smile, also hold something slightly dangerous and mischievous in them as a small warning sign that he has something planned.

Now Incubus!Josh's real face is hidden due to a collection of energies he puts around himself as almost a mask. They only allow you to see what you want to see. (See what I did there?) So every time you see him, he appears as what version of Josh you desire the most.

His voice is a bit more low and almost raspy as well, almost like if Josh smoked at least 4 more cigarettes a day than usual. He always greets you sweetly when you awaken to him.

"Hey, sweet little thing. Did I frighten you?"

Then chuckling, he would reach out and caress your cheek while fondly looking over your features. "Don't be frightened, little thing. I don't plan to harm you. I just need to feed. And my my, aren't you a delicious little late night meal?"

One part of you will feel frightened. I mean it's a natural instinct when you wake up to this mysterious man in your room who is talking about eating you. But most of that fear is driven out by something else: desire.

Incubus!Josh has a special aura that he can release into the air, it's to make people feel more safe around him. He doesn't want to hurt them. His main goal is to make them feel good so he can feed off of the erotic and arousing energies they produce while he does so. And this aura he puts off lowers their fear instincts by subconsciously letting them know this.

Now Incubus!Josh is really special because he can read minds as well as the subconscious thoughts that linger in the shadows of one's mind that they may not even know they have themselves. This allows him to seek out people's true desires.

He may attempt to get this information while you are sleeping, or when you are awake. If being awake is the case, for some, all it takes is some common foreplay of kisses and gentle caresses to get those juicy thoughts flowing.

Or for the more close-minded people, he may have to put a spell on you to put you in a temporary trance-like state to get you to open your thoughts to him.

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Incubus!Josh will always figure you out one way or another. And when he does, prepare of a full night of the most fun you have ever had. Whatever you both do, Josh is in absolute ecstasy. He moans so loudly whenever you cum, but not because he feels the same level of pleasure you feel. Because it's feeding him and making him stronger.

This fuels his need to continue and make you cum as many times as possible. I'm talking he gets so determined that he growls like a rabid beast as he fucks you. He will make you cum so many times until you literally pass out from exhaustion. He does this for two reasons:

1. He wants to milk you dry of all the sexual energies he can.

2. It makes it easier to disappear afterwards.

After you pass out, Incubus!Josh comes to a full stop. He may be a demon, but he respects that you are to a point of needing rest now. He will caress your hair and clean you up, even tuck you into bed afterwards.

When you wake up, you feel exhausted still. You will probably have to call in sick from work. Though you physically show signs of a rough night, your mind will simply play everything off as a dream. If that is due to the extreme exhaustion or something Incubus!Josh does to keep himself as just a mere fantasy in the minds of humans as a safety precaution is unknown.

For the first few hours of the day, Incubus!Josh will watch you from the darkest shadow in your room, thoughts that will never get spoken going through his mind as he studies you. Ah humans, what curious little creatures. Perhaps he will stick around to see what else makes this one tick?

[suzukiblu]

this is a question that is not meant to come off as judgemental, and if it does i apologise and you don’t have to answer

for you, or anyone out there in the world if they see this,

What is the appeal of (the?) Omegaverse?

Ive never quite gotten it? And it might be the big bold orange, blue and white letters spelling out aroace, or being european, younger than most people who are knowledgeable about that particular genre of content (still 18+) and while I did get on the internet at 11, I didn’t start reading fanfic until 14-15

this is a long and rambly ask so I just want to clarify, this is a genuine question I would like an answer to, no matter how short and sweet, or long and convoluted it may be

It's all good, I don't mind getting questions! And, like, I've written a LOT of omegaverse, so it's a thoroughly relevant question to this blog, haha.

. . . and this definitely wound up long and convoluted. So like, yeah, we are SO gonna need a read-more here, friend. 😅

Obviously everyone's gonna have their own reasons for liking the genre, but as another (much older, I'm assuming) aroace, for me the appeal is the opportunity to use the tag "Fantasy Gender Roles". Like, there's other stuff there, def, but "Fantasy Gender Roles" is my favorite part. Omegaverse is a game where the rules are made-up and the points don't matter, and you can interpret and re-interpret the involved sexes and genders however the heck you wanna, and in fact are ENCOURAGED to. I also really like certain tropes that are common to the genre, like pack dynamics and breeding kink and having babies and feral behavior and courting/courting rituals, I just really enjoy playing with and reading about all of those.

Also, the worldbuilding. I get to do ✨GENDER-BASED WORLDBUILDING✨.

And obvi, like, some people are just into omegaverse for the kink/porn factor, which is totally fair, but personally I am here for ✨GENDER-BASED WORLDBUILDING✨. And then also the kink/porn. Generally speaking a recurring comment I've gotten from a lot of readers is "I literally hate omegaverse but I love yours", so a lot of my stuff is allegedly a decent jumping-on point for the genre if you're looking for that. Like, I'm not the only person who writes omegaverse the way I do, obviously, just I'm a pretty accessible one who's written a LOT of it.

( and in the event you DO want any jumping-on omegaverse recs from my stuff, I'mma just pop a few of them from various fandoms here. no DC-related ones 'cuz I don't have any of those currently on AO3, only scattered in my WIP tags, but hopefully something helpful will be in here. )

original fic

to the victor go the spoils - human omega OMC/dragon [ GENDER NOT FOUND ] OMC; 16.7k; explicit Fantasy AU. This one includes porn but honestly the heart of it is just one of those fairy tales where the protagonist is somehow both incredibly genre-savvy in their story and yet still a total fucking idiot about other people's feelings, and especially considering it's original fic, it is honestly one of the most popular things I've ever posted, hah.

The dragon arrived early in the morning, and by noon the entire village was in a panic in the town hall. No one in the village knew anything about dragons, aside from what they’d heard in fairy tales and stories, and the plans for dealing with it were about that level of sophisticated.

“We’re not sacrificing a virgin to the dragon,” Viktor said in exasperation.

“Well what would YOU do?!” the mayor demanded.

“I’m going to go talk to it,” Viktor said reasonably, and got up from his seat and went to do just that.

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Avatar: The Last Airbender

does the pain feel better when I'm around? - beta!Sokka/omega!Zuko, beta!Sokka/beta!Suki, past alpha!Mai/omega!Zuko, polyamory; 3k; teen Societal dynamics-focused fic. Zuko goes into heat at the Western Air Temple immediately after the Boiling Rock happens and goes off to den down alone and stay out of everyone's way without realizing that the local betas are gonna lose their ever-lovin' MINDS about that.

“Cool,” he says. “You realize we’ve been looking for you for, like, two HOURS, right?”

“Why?” Zuko asks, sounding confused, which is kind of sad.

“Because the world is full of people who wanna kill you and you didn’t bother telling anyone where you were going?” Sokka says. “Obviously?”

“Oh.” Zuko falls silent. Sokka glances moonwards in supplication. Yue save him from dumb, dumb firebenders.

every act of communication is a miracle of translation - alpha!Mai/omega!Zuko; 5.7k; teen Post-series fic where Mai and Zuko are about to spend their first cycle together and they're both really awkward about working out how it should go. Not actually a sequel to "does the pain feel better when I'm around?", but you could definitely draw a relationship between 'em.

They leave the office, Mai pretending that all her senses aren’t full of Zuko’s warm, spicy scent, and he keeps looking worried. She wonders if it’s THIS he’s worried about, now that she’s thinking about it. They agreed they’d share their next cycles together, but again, they haven’t really talked about it.

They can talk about it now, Mai thinks.

Unfortunately, that means now they actually have to talk about it.

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Overwatch

even if I do I don't, even if I could I won't - omega!Genji/beta!the-character-who-was-at-the-time-I-wrote-this-fic-known-as-McCree; 5.1k; explicit Blackwatch-era fic where Genji did not fill out his heat partner designation forms and "Fuck or Suffer Unspecified Health Consequences" is gonna make that a problem. Worldbuilding, assisted negotiation, a touch of workplace-influenced pack dynamics, and porn.

“Yeah, you’re hilarious, kid,” Gabe says. “Get back to work. And Shimada, call your heat partner and we’ll see you next week.”

Shimada’s shoulders tense. Gabe . . . pauses.

“Shimada,” he says slowly. “PLEASE tell me you have a heat partner on base.”

“I have a heat partner on base,” Shimada lies. Gabe and Jesse both stare at him, then Gabe calls up his file, takes one look at it, and starts cursing.

don't, don't, don't let's start (I've got a weak heart) - alpha!Genji/omega!the-character-who-was-at-the-time-I-wrote-this-fic-known-as-McCree; 17.3k; explicit Blackwatch-era fic about Genji and the character formerly known as McCree dealing with their complicated feelings about each other and also the cybernetics and trauma and physical disabilities that are fucking up their sex life, including ED.

“You busy?” he asks. Genji stares at him in bemusement, which is fair. Genji’s only ever busy when they’re on a mission or he’s in the middle of an upgrade. “Dumb question. My heat’s coming on, wanna do me a favor?”

“What favor?” Genji asks, still looking mystified. Jesse tries not to laugh at him.

“The obvious one,” he says meaningfully, tipping his hat back and raising his eyebrows at him. Genji looks no less mystified for a moment, then startles. “THERE we go."

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Marvel Cinematic Universe

come hang (let's go out with a bang) - omega!Darcy Lewis/omega!Johnny Storm; 5k; teen Darcy almost dies again, tries to figure out which omega buys the courting gifts in an omega/omega relationship, and has her first date with a super-hot superhero.

“Was there traffic?” Jane asks.

“I have a date with Johnny Storm,” Darcy says.

“What?” Jane says.

“Oh, and I almost died again,” Darcy says, pulling out Jane’s papers for her. “But that’s kind of secondary.”

“WHAT?!”

pack up, don't stray (oh say say say) - alpha!Natasha + polyamory; 3.4k; teen Natasha collects a harem pack and Captain America is fucking difficult about it.

Natasha is an alpha on a mission, and that mission is simple and clear.

I said you're holding back, she said shut up and dance with me - alpha!Peggy/omega!Steve/omega!Bucky; 10.3k; mature Alternate timeline where Steve and Bucky don't "die" and they all run away from the States to get married and start a family. Illegal adoption and biokids and lowkey pack dynamics involving figuring out how to fold pups into their lives, oh my!! And also, they all get to dance.

“One alpha mating two omegas? Really, Steve?” Peggy asks, mouth quirking wryly. “What WOULD the newsreels say?”

“We’ll go to France,” Steve says. “No one will care in France.”

“I do love France,” she muses.

oh don't you dare hold back, just keep your eyes on me - alpha!Darcy/omega!Bucky, polyamory; 187.4k; explicit MY MAGNUM OPUS, MY WHITE WHALE, THE LITERAL REASON OMEGAVERSE TOOK OVER HALF MY BLOG FOR HALF MY STINT IN MCU FANDOM. I wanted a goddamn female alpha and I wanted that female alpha to be Darcy Lewis, and Bucky was my fave blorbo at the time so the inevitable happened. The inevitable happened for three and a half years and 187,430 words, to be more precise.

Darcy is thirty feet out of Stark-cum-Avengers Tower when she starts craving cinnamon rolls--the sticky-sweet iced-up old-fashioned kind, yummy and messy and dripping gooshy icing all over your mouth and hands and down your yuuuup, yup, that is a super, super fertile omega that she is smelling, holy SHIT is it ever.

“Jesus Christ,” she groans in frustration, then follows her alpha instincts (and, more easily and importantly, her NOSE) to go track them down. They’re in the middle of New York City; middle of the day or not, not checking on somebody who smells like THAT is, like, the ultimate dick move.

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OKAY SELF THAT'S ENOUGH LINKS, WE MOVE ON NOW, haha.

I will also say, if you're interested in, like, gender-exploratory AU concepts, apiary genders might be more your thing and more easily accessible for you? It's a MUCH newer thing than omegaverse and really only has a few fics around, some of which are linked in the "inspired by" of that AO3 primer linked above, but the concept is a bit more strongly "hive"-based than a lot of omegaverse is "pack"-based, and also there's no physical differences from baseline. I've got a WIP or two going about apiary myself, actually, but I haven't gotten too far into them yet, alas. The only one I've posted anything from is this one Superbat one.

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Stream Recap ZombieCleo, 6-23-24

((Did I jump the queue with this one and stay up especially late finishing it specifically because DocM77 asked on Twitter for someone to go over the stream with a fine-toothed comb and give him the salient details? MAYBE. I just hope I can figure out a way to get it to him so he sees it. Anyway, it's stupidly late, have a stream recap in which Scar's audio is a main character that never appears.))

0:00 Cleo opens the stream on the Hermitcraft server. She greets the False raiders and the chatters who were already here, even as she types to False in the game chat. She asks False if she is tired, False replies that she is boiling. Cleo suggests living in Scotland, where it is cool in both a literal and metaphorical sense. Cleo asks Chat if they are good. She herself thinks Chat is great because they are here. Cleo does not know if False shows appreciation for her chat enough, but promises that False does really appreciate them, probably. Chat appreciates False. Ren enters the server and gets an OMG HI from Cleo in chat. Cleo and Ren agree they need to play Plate Up again soon. Cleo will also drag False along on this Plate Up adventure, whether she wants to or not.

3:00 A chatter plays hydration check, so Cleo takes a drink and gives chat a bonus posture check as well. A chatter asks which is Cleo’s favorite punctuation mark. Cleo says it is the interrobang (‽) because it is great. The plan for today is to try and do some planning with Chat’s help, because Chat is smart and Cleo hasn’t got a plan. Cleo is also very concerned that Chat engage in self-care activities. They go full-screen vtuber to lead a mini stretching session and tell Chat they are important and loved.

5:10 The plan-planning process requires some signs. Cleo goes to get some while talking about how nice it is to live in Scotland where it’s not so hot. They thank subs and donos and try to make heart-hands after a nice message, but realize they have not put on their hand sensors. Maybe later for that. A chatter plays the Hotdogs On Your Face song. Mrs. Tango raids into the stream. Cleo goes full-screen again to welcome the raiders and give them the same niceness and self-care message. Cleo is feeling especially nurturing today and Chat is vibing with it.

8:20 Cleo stares at the sign she was about to place down and write the plan on, but she has forgotten it. She thanks subs and donos instead and remembers the plan. The plan is to plan out the city and mark places for Shrubberies, which must be pronounced in Knights that Say Ni fashion ((a reference to the film Monty Python and the Holy Grail.)), and other important landmarks. NJCoffeeJunkie raids in, but Cleo’s not doing the nurturing thing a third time in ten minutes. A chatter plays sour jelly bean.

10:30 Cameron, Cleo’s lead mod and partner, raids in. Cleo gives in and gives the full-screen nurturing self-care speech again. Cleo finally writes “Granery Food Storage” on the sign, declaring that she is not a teacher anymore and doesn’t need to spell. She shares the plan for the granary building and says hi to Scar in game chat. More thanks to subs and donos. A chatter suggests Scar has a power beyond this world, Cleo wouldn’t go that far but does agree that Scar is pretty dangerous. ((In Season 9, Joe Hills made it a point to greet Scar whenever he logged on, because otherwise Scar had a tendency to drop by his build and murder him. This may have had a lasting effect on Hermit behavior patterns.)) Cleo has a video coming out tomorrow that also involves Skizz and Joel, and it’s going to be fun.

14:20 Cleo shows off how they have spawn-proofed their front lawn area, mostly using glow lichen, which they insist must be pronounced with a short I sound, as in “finger-lickin’” because otherwise it sounds stupid. A chatter announces they came out to their parents and shouts out the gays. Cleo shouts out the gays, lesbians and all other groups and wishes everyone happy pride. They trail off when they realize that Ren has made a stone… “upside-down T” in one of the marked-off building squares. Cleo takes down the definitely-only-an-upside-down-T and replaces it with a sign declaring it the medical tent/emergency room area. Chat is not sure it was just a T. Cleo marks another square for Delivery of Supplies, right in front of the mailbox.

17:00 Cleo makes a big square for the Tavern, which will also be the town meeting hall. When the drama happens (and she doesn’t mean Theatre Kid Ren), they can come in here and plan. Cleo thinks about what else is needed. A boat dock maybe. Chat agrees that if D&D has taught them anything, it is that a tavern is the best place to make plans. Cleo agrees. Chat also suggests an armory. During this time, Cleo also seems to perceive that it is evening and tries to sleep. It does not work. Eventually Cleo realizes it is still daytime and is a bit confused. Chat suggests that night is an illusion. Cleo thinks about the best place to put an armory without blocking the sight lines of the little town. Chat suggests a school as well, but a town on a war footing does not need a school. She sketches out an armory and puts up a sign for where the docks will be.

22:50 Cleo starts trying to sleep again. She taps the bed for about 25 seconds before finally being allowed to sleep. A kitchen tent might be good on the hill, so that gets sketched out as well. A retaining wall for the hill will probably show up at some point. A chatter asks what era the village is supposed to be, Cleo says it’s going to be Magipunk. There will be motorbikes and magic robots. There might be some ruins as well. A chatter asks about the pile of Ren and False heads in the middle of the build area, Cleo says that’s Ren and False being Ren and False. A chatter suggests adding a watchtower, but that would be on top of the hill and Cleo has other plans for that area.

28:30 A chatter says that Scar needs help. Cleo says that if Scar needs help, Scar can ask for help. It is not polite to go into other peoples’ streams and ask for help for other people. Chat suggests a junkyard or scrap heap, but Cleo thinks this community is very into recycling and mending because they haven’t got much stuff. There will be a bunch of barracks tents, those get squares. Cleo needs one more big building. Chat makes a lot of suggestions. Cleo has run out of yellow wool to make plan squares with. They head to the shopping district.

31:40 Cleo hits up Wool Street and buys four stacks of yellow wool, then goes home. Wool Street does not have an ender chest, a clear violation of the Cub Rule, but Cleo pays anyway. Chat is becoming extremely distracted by whatever is happening in Scar’s stream, to the point where Cleo’s mod bans the word “Scar” temporarily. If Scar needs help, Cleo reiterates, Scar can speak to her himself. ((If this were a video recap, there would be a smash cut here to Scar’s stream, where his profound audio issues are currently causing everything he says to turn into an unbearable auditory hellscape until he is reduced to pantomime and beatboxing just to interact with his Chat. But Cleo has no way of knowing this.))

34:10 Chat finally comes up with the good suggestion of a campfire area in the center of town. Cleo agrees with this and decides a longhouse to go with it will do the trick. They begin sketching it out when Scar puts “cLEO!” “where are yyou?” into the chat. Cleo tells him they are at their base. Chat is extremely riled up by now, telling Cleo to run, to escape, pain is coming, prepare your ears. Cameron has caught wind of what is actually happening and tells Cleo it’s not good. Cleo does not know why they should be expected to run from Scar.

35:30 Scar approaches on foot, wearing his Poe Poe skin and hat. He doesn’t say anything. Cleo says hi to him several times. He continues not to say anything. Cameron lets Cleo know that Scar’s mic is looping all desktop audio. Cleo tells Scar that he’s wonderful and she wants him to know that, but the whole no-sound thing is actually extra-creepy. She suggests that she could make things much worse by going and getting her horns.

36:30 Ren flies in, playing one of his own horns. He is clearly well-informed about the situation and intends to make it as terrible as possible. “Burning in my ears,” he sings, “the mic is echoing! It is absolutely pain, in the earholes!” Scar flies away. Cleo admits she can’t hear Scar at all, but the song has her laughing. Ren says that he and his stream are watching Scar’s stream and it is _wild._ Cleo’s Chat is in emoji-only time out right now because talking about other streams is both against the rules and all anybody wants to do. Scar flies back to the waiting pair and Ren immediately begins chanting the beginning of “My Name Is” but he doesn’t actually know the words and mostly improvises. Cleo congratulates Scar on getting her stream put into emote-only. Scar does not respond ((partly because everything Cleo says is being shredded into the nonsense avalanche of sound looping on Scar’s stream and partially because Scar also hasn’t figured out how to unmute his mic in his current OBS configuration)). Scar flies away again.

38:00 Ren and Cleo discuss the wildness of the current situation. Cameron knows what is wrong with Scar’s audio equipment, but there’s nothing they can actually do. It’s not as though they can reach through the computer and get into Scar’s audio equipment. Scar flies back, having successfully unmuted at least, and yells at them to help him. Cleo reiterates that they can’t, while Ren begins beatboxing. Cleo tells Scar he needs to reboot, but there is no way that is getting through overtop the terrible audio mess that Ren is creating. “If I say something I just echo!” Scar yells. “Echo, echo, echo!” Ren starts beatboxing again, because he is terrible. Scar flies away again. Cleo tells Ren he is mean. Funny, but mean. They are both laughing pretty hard.

40:10 In the spirit of attempting to actually be helpful, Cleo begins writing Cam’s suggestion about the problem into game chat, but is interrupted by Scar flying back while singing “Have you heard the take of Mr. Kirkland and his four-pound pie?” Ren adds backup vocals. Cleo is trying really hard to impart some actual information but it is totally buried under the audio barrage that is completely inaudible on this stream. Cleo tells Scar that he is the best, he has completely derailed everything. That isn’t bad, it’s just funny. Cleo spends a lot of streams just listening to Scar.

41:50 Ren apparently closes or mutes Scar’s stream and heaves a sigh, saying he really feels like he’s been somewhere else. Cleo bets Scar wishes he were somewhere else. A chatter plays sour jellybean. Cleo says the funniest part is when Scar unmutes suddenly to say something. Ren begins playing his guitar over his mic. “It’s getting WORSE!” Scar yells suddenly and flies away again. “You’re a mean, mean man,” Cleo tells Ren. The two of them agree that this is pretty satisfying karma for all the trolling Scar has ever done to them. Cleo shows off some of the planning they have been doing with all the wool squares. Ren looks at the 3x3 square marked off for a tent and suggests dubiously that it is a small space for a tent. Cleo assures him it’ll be fine, it’ll be made out of pants. It takes Ren a minute for figure out that the tent will be an armor stand sculpture, not a build. He thinks it’s cool.

44:30 Scar returns once more! Ren and Cleo sing to him. He flies away again. Ren turns on the stream and reports that the audio is definitely not fixed. He tells Cleo that when Scar comes back, they need to hit him with some Bohemian Rhapsody. Cleo agrees, so long as Ren handles the high parts. Ren wants to do the low parts. They practice. Cleo does have a little uncertainty on the high notes and neither of them are sure of the words, but they do a credible job. Chat is very enthusiastic about it.

46:00 Scar comes back again. His audio is still not fixed. Ren and Cleo sing to him. Chat speculates on how many horns could be made just from the shenanigans of the past thirty minutes. They forget the words and jump ahead to the “MAMAAAA” portion. Cleo decides to actually be helpful and tabs out to start sending information and screenshots from Cameron to Scar that might help fix his problem. While Cleo is tabbed out, there is no visual indicator like a menu screen but the game does freeze, leading to the strange phenomenon of Scar audibly being killed by a drowned, complete with hitting and screaming, while appearing completely fine and motionless onscreen. Chat is confused.

47:30 Cleo tabs back into the game to find the drowned attacking them now. They scold it for being on land and kill it, then survey the bits and piece Scar left scattered around as Ren tries in vain to describe the complete audio chaos that is Scar’s stream. Cleo spots Scar’s _enormous_ Poe Poe hat and starts laughing. Neither of them have any inventory space to pick up any of the scattered belongings. Ren makes a chest and does his best while thinking about other songs that he can loop into Scar’s audio purgatory. He asks Cleo if she knows a song that he describes completely as “Dadadadada, dadadadadada.” Cleo does know it enough to dadada along. ((Chat identifies the song as Sandstorm, by Darude.)) He collects up the Poe Poe hat and puts it on. The effect is striking, especially considering that his skin already has glasses. Cleo is impressed. She tells Ren she’s never said this to anyone before, but he should be a member of the Poe Poe.

49:50 Scar returns, naked but for his spare wings. He asks timorously if he can have his things. It seems possible for a moment that Scar’s audio issues are corrected, but no luck. Ren throws back all of Scar’s items, then absolutely engulfs him in the monstrous entity that is the Poe Poe hat. Cleo dissolves in laughter again. Ren starts in with Sandstorm. Cleo tells Scar that she doesn’t mind if he kills Scar. Scar says Ren might have his axe. Ren does, and throws it back while still “dadadadadada”-ing. Scar sets off several flight rockets, apparently just to add to the chaos Cleo cannot hear. Cleo tells Scar he is awesome, but whatever he is going through, she cannot relate. It is funny that Ren is being the menace right now, she says, because usually that’s Scar’s job. There’s a moment of silence, then Cleo asks Ren how long he thinks it’ll be before Scar mutes them. “Let’s keep complimenting me,” Scar suggests instead. “I like that part.” Ren starts playing guitar again. In chat, Cameron is clearly itching for a way to actually reach through the computer and fix Scar’s audio equipment.

51:50 Scar thinks he’s figured something out. He’s only getting one echo now, which is a big improvement from the four or five he’s been hearing. Cleo asks if Scar’s done the troubleshooting Cam suggested. Scar says he tried, but he’s not seeing any of the stuff Cam said he should see. Ren whispers to his Chat that he thinks they muted him. Cleo says they did not, they’re just ignoring him. Cleo reminds him that they are trying to be nice to Scar, which is quite difficult. Ren doesn’t know anything about that, he is trying to make loop tracks.

52:20 “Oh, like this is your Woodstock,” Cleo realizes. Ren agrees. “What about wood?” Scar asks. Cleo sighs and asks why Scar is like this, but Scar has clearly gotten an immediate dose of karma in the form of an innuendo that will not stop looping in his audio feed. He regrets everything. Cleo asks with some disbelief if he actually understands what he just said. Scar says he does because it won’t stop repeating in his ears. If he hears one more thing about wood he’ll go crazy! Cleo has had an epiphany. Could this be Scar’s conscience, a force that simply repeats the exact things he says back to him?

53:00 Cleo tries to help Scar disable desktop audio. This helps, but does not eliminate the problem. Cleo and Cam believe it is desktop audio and Scar is just not finding the correct source. Ren begins chanting the “How much wood would a woodchuck chuck” rhyme, because he is terrible. Scar gives up and leans into it, telling Ren to do the woodchuck thing again. Clearly those two are hearing a lot that Cleo is not hearing right now.

54:50 Scar is silent for a moment, then comes back and says he may have figured it out. “Oh?” Cleo asks. Scar asks if hypothetically, someone were to have three open sources of their own stream in the background on their desktop, could that cause this. Cleo answers “yes” in the carefully controlled voice of someone who wants to say so very, very much more. In the chat, Cameron has been reduced to ellipses. Cleo reminds Scar that the very first thing they asked him was if he had his stream open in the background. Scar admits he had three tabs of his stream open, but they were minimized so he didn’t see them. Apparently he had some trouble linking when he was trying to tweet out his stream start, and that eventually led to… all of this. Chat is melting down. Ren tells Scar “You are easily in my top ten favorite humans.” Scar cannot hear him because, on top of everything else, he is working with a broken pair of headphones old enough to be starting intermediate school in the fall. Ren types it into the game chat.

56:00 Scar adjusts Ren’s audio and tells him he has pumped him up so he can hear better. Cleo says Ren does not need pumping up, that Ren comes fully inflated at all times. Chat wants a clip of that immediately. Scar claims that nothing like this has ever happened to him before. Cleo says at least they know what the problem was now: ineptitude! Ren admits that he gave up on helping immediately and embraced the chaos. Cleo tries to say that they could help a little by passing along Cameron’s advice, but is interrupted by Scar audibly dropping his headset. Chat is just having the best time right now.

57:20 Cleo asks Scar if he’s going to get a new headset. He says “not yet” in the vocal tone of a talking dog who knows he is the one who ate all the ham. She asks why and he explains he hasn’t decided what he wants yet, and also he hates spending money. Exasperated, Cleo reminds him that this is his JOB. Scar snicker laughs and says he was thinking today that he probably does need to have a burial for this headset. He can bury it in the garage. She suggests “burying” it with a ten pound hammer. Scar says he gets sentimental and weird and very specific things: his sunglasses and this headset. He’s had the headset longer than he’s been on Hermitcraft! ((Scar joined Hermitcraft in Season 4, which started in early 2016, meaning that the headset is a minimum of eight years old and probably older.)) Cleo is appalled and insists that this proves the exact point she was trying to make. At some point the headset was good but now it is ancient and diseased and needs to be put out of its misery. Scar insists that it’s not diseased because he has replaced the ear cups several times. A brief discussion of the Headset of Theseus ensues before Cleo rejects the whole premise.

59:30 Cleo points out that if Scar’s headset is over ten years old, he is going to hear _so much_ better when it is replaces. Scar insists that it’s a good headset and gets very nostalgic about how many Hermitcraft meetings have come through that headset, but Cleo would rather not. Ren suggests that Scar needsto take the headset in a field and deal with it Office Space style. ((A famous scene in the movie Office Space involves smashing a printer to bits with a bat.)) This actually seems to appeal to Scar. The three also discuss the merits and risks of a viking funeral for the headphones. Scar likes the idea because it involves a flaming arrow. Apparently Scar did some archery when he was young and even got a couple bullseyes. His archery career was ended when his brother broke the windows on the shed with an arrow and got the bow taken away. Ren says he is scared of bow and arrows because of a time in boarding school where an older boy bullied the new kids by shooting an arrow straight into the air and making them run away from it.

1:02:00 Scar shoots an arrow into the air to illustrate the story. Ren says that brings back painful memories, yes. Scar tells them that this is the first arrow of the new HotGuy bow, because he fell into lava again yesterday and lost everything. Chat is still pretty hung up on Ren’s story. Cleo sighs that at some point they are going to just have to give Scar some kind of frequent flier discount at the bookshop. Scar clears his throat and says it’s nice that Cleo mentioned that because there is a situation where some snails stole all his diamonds… Cleo asks if he stole books from the shop. He insists that it wasn’t stealing because he is going to pay it back! He paid half at the time and the other half is on layaway, which in his mind apparently involves getting to take the items before you have finished paying for them. Cleo insists that they can’t get a new trophy with layaway diamonds!

1:02:40 Scar and Cleo find common ground over the fact that they are both currently the plaintiffs in server lawsuits. Scar is embroiled in a dispute with some snails and a man named Big Ron who may or may not be Mumbo, while Cleo is suing Doc for killing a pig they had a special emotional attachment to. Cleo’s suin’ papers have been delivered and Ren should expect a subpoena at any point. Ren says he’s not going to appear in court for less than a stack of diamonds, suggesting he is not super-familiar with the subpoena power in general and “things a witness should probably not say” in specific. Scar, confused, asks if Ren is Cleo’s lawyer. Cleo clarifies that Ren is a witness. Skizz is Cleo’s lawyer. Scar is sorry to hear that and offers his condolences to Cleo. Cleo says it’s fine because the other lawyer is Joe. She is also not going to say what she did to the judge. She clears her throat and moves on.

1:03:30 Ren reiterates the fact that if Cleo were to see her way clear to making a substantial amount of diamonds appear in Ren’s mailbox, he might just become a very enthusiastic and helpful witness. Cleo insists that all she really wants is for Doc to suffer. Ren says he just wants to make some profit off the situation. Cleo asks points out that Ren is supposed to be married to Doc. Scar agrees and says that it’s not right to get in the middle between family. He asks Cleo if this is about the pig. “Yeah, it’s about the pig,” Cleo admits, sounding a bit embarrassed about it at this point. Cleo is suing for intentional infliction of emotional distress.

1:04:10 Ren informs Scar that there was A MURDER. Scar knows about the murder, it’s tied into his investigation and he has zero leads and he doesn’t know what to do because Doc is expecting results! Cleo is confused until Scar clarifies that as a member of the Poe Poe, he is charged with investigating the diamond ore thefts that were the instigating incident for the pig murder but he has zero leads and he doesn’t know what to do. Ren immediately tells Scar he’s barking up the wrong tree because Ren of course knows absolutely nothing about the diamond snitcher and can be of no help whatsoever. Scar finds that immediate reaction very suspicious. Cleo doesn’t know from suspicions or diamond filchers, all they know is that there’s a diamond thief and it caused their pig to die. Ren admits that it is possible that his quick denial might have sounded a bit suspicious.

1:05:20 Ren admits that he was trying so hard to sound not-suspicious that he accidentally wrapped right back around to suspicious again. Scar laughs and tells him he “pulled an Impulse,” referencing Impulse’s frequent behavior from Friday Night Among Us streams. Scar decides that he has a new prime suspect. Cleo is not sure Doc will believe Ren took the diamonds. Ren says he couldn’t have thought of the prank and even if he had, he wouldn’t have the follow-through to actually do it. Cleo thinks about it and decides yeah, Ren probably doesn’t have the energy. Scar laughs and protests that he already used that as his excuse and nobody believes him!

1:06:20 Cleo says it can’t be her because she has no energy or patience to poke Doc and then have to listen to Doc rant on and on about how terrible the punishment raining down is going to be, only to have him never deliver. Ren wants to plead his case some more, but Scar is too busy laughing at Cleo’s declaration. He agrees that Doc did dole out some punishment last season, but that the threats are mostly bluster. He does a very terrible Doc impression. Cleo does another Doc impression that is also terrible but in a different way. Scar goes to sleep and Cleo points out that this area is mob proofed. Ren points out that Scar literally just died to a zombie. Cleo has to admit that’s true, but it was a water zombie. Scar points out that he died and they both just LET IT HAPPEN. Cleo protests that she was tabbed out. Ren says he was too busy looping.

1:07:40 Cleo offers Ren the opportunity to tell his story and prove his innocence. Ren goes back to the distant days of Season 8 when he and Doc were living in each others’ pockets, basically in voice chat all day long. Cleo offers condolences for that, but thinks it might make Ren more likely to want to commit a crime. Ren insists no, the opposite! He offers as character evidence the fact that False won Demise this year in part because Ren decided not to target her at the end of the game and in fact helped her although he had no reason to do so. Ren is very loyal to his particular people, and Doc is one of them, so therefore QED Ren cannot possibly be the ore snatcher.

1:08:50 “So you’re saying it’s False,” Scar summarizes. Cleo agrees that is what they got from the story as well. Ren insists that False is way too busy to be doing ore snatching with all the river building, etc. Cleo agrees that this is true, except that Ren just told them it was False. “Did I?” he asks, bewildered. Scar and Cleo both heard it. Scar says sometimes you just need to stop talking because you just keep digging, a subject he himself is well-versed in. Cleo says Ren is incapable of stopping talking. Ren suggests pulling footage of several Among Us streams to prove something about his character, but Cleo interrupts, saying that if they’re pulling footage, Cleo can just pull the bit showing Ren killing the pig. Cleo corrects herself a moment later to say Doc killing the pig, but Ren seizes on the slip as the reason innocent folks like himself get sent to jail. Chat is going to clip that and then everyone is going to think he’s the pig murderer. The soundbite where he says “I’m the pig murderer” in a low sinister voice probably will also not help his clip issues.

1:10:30 Scar moves the conversation along by suggesting more Hermits as potential suspects. This turns into an incredibly lengthy and wide-ranging conversation that is much more concisely summed up in the Reddit document devoted to it. Cub eventually joins in as well to defend himself from some accusations against himself and to throw out some of his own. Joe comes along as well a little later but is less interested in levying accusations and more interested in litigating the unfairness of the fact that he had the idea to mess with the diamond ore first but someone else ran with it and has caused a commotion that could have been his. The conversation lasts for nearly an hour.

2:06:00 The argument turns to whether or not a sophisticated redstoner would be required in order to snatch the ores out of Doc’s machine without breaking it. ((There was an early belief that Ore Snatch #2 did break the machine, but careful video analysis reveals that Doc simply did not notice the ore when it was first removed and that the machine remained unbroken until later on when Ren and Scar came over during Ren’s stream and Ren poked at it. That is actually how the armor stand deployed and the inventory shifted.)) Most of the Hermits present claim to have not even seen the redstone circuitry in question, so a field trip is obviously in order. They all fly over to the armor trim shop.

2:07:20 Scar plays the Poe Poe Siren horn as they fly to the shop, which probably makes this an official Poe Poe visit of some sort. They land outside the shop and Ren worries about spoilers, but most of the shop has been around for awhile. Scar gets distracted by a wandering trader while the rest of the group goes into the shop to look around. Ren points out one of the circuits where a replaced ore block is still visible, commenting that looking down into the circuitry is enough to make him feel panicky. Cleo looks at the armor stands instead and mostly feels offended. Joe points out that most of the redstone circuitry is inert while the machine is not active. As long as one doesn’t touch a block that is powered or, like, pseudopowered? He cannot remember the correct word ((possibly something to do with quasiconnectivity?)) but as long as someone wasn’t removing a block that powered something, they should be able to do it with no trouble.

2:08:20 Cleo abandons the redstone discussion to fiddle with the armor stands that are particularly offending her. One statue has the arm buried inside the chest and that is just unacceptable. She fixes the armor stand to give the statue a more natural posture. Joe says that surely it’s fine and Doc definitely will not get upset about people adjusting things in this room, of all places. Cleo scoffs and says Doc won’t know. The others begin discussing whether the shop is actually open for business, with Joe deliberately muddying the waters by pointing out that the shop must be open because it has no door or anything keeping people from walking inside. Cleo continues making small adjustments to the postures of the statues and is busy with a fish-headed model when suddenly the alarm goes off. It is impossible to tell from Cleo’s perspective who broke the block that triggered the alarm, but all the Hermits who entered the building are still on the main sales floor when she turns around to look. ((Ren’s POV on this is also useless as he was freecamming into the redstone, but Scar’s stream POV shows that Cub placed a magma block at the top of the front doorframe of the shop and broke it, which triggered the alarm. It’s not clear what Cub was doing, but “being a smartass about the is-the-shop-open question” is a fairly safe bet.))

2:09:10 Ren warns everyone to stay up top as the alarm system is dangerous. Scar immediately notices that there is now a Warden in the depths of the machine. Cleo laughs and reminds everyone to be quiet. All the Hermits mill around on the glass display floor to try and get a glimpse of the Warden. Scar asks why it’s not attacking them all. Cleo suggests that it might be distracted by the noise of the alarm itself. Ren says it’s just climbing the stairs and they’d better get going. The world turns black. The Hermits flee.

2:10:20 The Hermits regroup on the grassy lawn well outside Doc’s shop. Cleo is still laughing pretty hard. Ren says “So yeah, that’s the scene of the crime.” Cub wonders if the wandering trader will be killed by the warden. Scar is worried; that trader has gilded blackstone miniblocks and Scar wants him alive. The Warden does not appear to be making an appearance now that everyone has left, though. Cub, Joe and Scar head back towards the building to see what’s happening inside, but Cub and Scar turn back well before the door, driven back by the obnoxious noises of the alarm. Joe goes straight into the building. Ren speculates why someone would want to investigate now, if not to find better ways to get in later. Scar points out that with the alarm already tripped, it’s basically free game now until Doc resets it. Joe only stays inside for a few moments before coming back out. Scar shoots an arrow at him but doesn’t connect.

2:11:40 Somewhat belatedly, the group starts to wonder what triggered the alarm. Cleo suggests that surely someone must have gone down into the redstone. Ren suddenly wonders whether freecam possibly could’ve activated it. Cub pooh-poohs that idea but nobody else is sure. Ren says it’s not a very good alarm if it can trigger just from a customer entering the shop. ((Ren is acting like he doesn’t know what triggers the alarm, which is strange since he helped test it and should know full well that it is breaking blocks.)) Chat knows that the alarm trigger is breaking blocks. Cub admits he placed and broke some magma blocks. Cleo demands to know whether they can set off the alarm so easily, by just setting down a block and breaking it. They are going to annoy Doc _so much _ with this knowledge. Scar suddenly realizes that this means there is very little effective way to pay for items in the shop, since pulling a wallet from a shulker box, placing it down and picking it up again would trigger the alarm. It is not, they decide, a very good alarm system.

2:12:40 Cub decides he’s going in. The others stay outside and talk about whether or not they were scared of the warden, a bell curve that seems to have a lot to do with how much they played the lower levels of Decked Out 2. Cub types in chat that it’s fine, then flies back and tells them that he did get blasted. “Nice,” Cleo compliments. Cleo is of two minds whether they should all keep their mouths shut or leave some kind of sign at the door for Doc. Scar is worried about property damage, but the sonic shriek does not break blocks, only players. Cleo does like the idea of Doc thinking his alarm caught the culprit, then getting linked to the stream and realizing it is just a bunch of bumbling Hermits. They also think it is funny that now the Glitcher actually can do anything they want in the next few hours until the alarm is reset. Nobody else knows the name “The Glitcher,” or at least they are pretending not to. Cleo consults with Chat and passes along the knowledge that the name The Glitcher was provided to Doc on a sign after one of the ore thefts. Scar thinks that this new name sounds a lot like the work of one Cubfan and plays his Darth Vader breathing horn in an attempt to intimidate him into a confession. It does not work. In the background, Joe has left the group and gone back towards the shop, but drops out of sight at the base of the sand pile and eventually flies back around to rejoin the group without actually going inside.

2:15:10 Cub pushes the Grian and/or Scar theory again, but that’s been discussed before. Ren decides that after an hour and fifteen minutes, they are not even a tiny bit closer to figuring out whodunnit. But there is a warden in the shop now, so that’s something? Scar thinks that a warden has got to be bad for Doc’s business, right? Cleo doesn’t believe that Doc cares at all about the success of his business, mostly because he’s being paid in sand. Doc is just being dramatic. Cub circles back around to “The Glitcher” and the quotation marks around it are audible. He asks if it’s true there was a sign. He and Scar both want to see a screenshot from Chat. Chat thinks Cub is pretending a little too hard.

02:17:00 Cleo and Ren both suggest putting up signs purporting to be from the Glitcher, solely for the purpose of trolling Doc. Scar insists that they cannot do that, he is the investigator and he is supposed to be _helping._ Ren thinks it would be very funny to have a sign reading “Soz for tripping your alarm, -The Pincer” (Or Pincher, it’s hard to say.)) Cleo gives him a sign and tells him to have at it. Scar protests loudly again and says they can’t do that. Ren clearly considers it, but then says he cannot do it either, he is Doc’s husband. Cleo grabs the sign and runs for the shop.

2:18:40 Cleo braves the terrible noises of the shop to place a sign in the doorway reading “LOL, Failed Again!” Ren is right behind her and protests that she didn’t add the part about The Pincer. She agrees she did not, because that is LAME. Scar gets the screenshot he wanted from his Discord chat and suddenly remembers Doc talking about these signs. Apparently Doc saw that there was a misspelling on one of the signs and (in Scar’s words) decided to blame the dumbest guy in the crew. Cub also believes that a misspelled sign points in Scar’s direction. The new sign is not going to serve well as a piece of evidence, given that there is a lot of stream evidence about who placed it and why and when, but Cleo doesn’t care. Doc deserves to be wound up, he murdered Cleo’s pig.

2:19:50 Ren has to admit that even though Doc is his husband, he does have something to answer for when it comes to Pig Murder. Scar is paying attention to his chat for once, he tells the others to hang on because an investigation is taking place in his Discord. While Scar is so ostentatiously distracted, Cleo begins handing out a few judicious gifts of diamonds, though the stream lag inherent in a bunch of hermits together leaves a lot of room for them to steal from one another. Cleo becomes convinced that Joe has become the recipient of diamonds they intended to go elsewhere and begins beating him like a pinata in the hopes they will disgorge. In the background, Scar announces that his chat believes Big Salmon is behind the whole thing, but he has no idea what that means. Joe flies away. Scar swears he saw Grian walking around near Doc’s shop, but Cleo has no POV angle to confirm or deny that. Cameron informs Cleo that Ren got the diamonds and is lying about it. Cleo congratuates Grian on some excellent trolling. They go up to the shop, but do not find Grian. Cleo thinks that sneaking in under everyone’s noses for trolling is huge Grian energy.

2:22:20 Ren finds a sign on the sand store that was not there earlier. “Sorry about your alarm, Scar, Chief Investigator.” Scar swears he did not put it there, and indeed he would’ve had a very hard time doing so because he has been moving and talking with the group basically the entire time. Ren insists the sign is there, and it was even glow-inked. Cub says that must’ve been Grian, so Grian is a suspect too. Even as he says it, Joe throws a handful of glow inks out of his inventory and onto the ground. Scar notices it right away. Cleo points the finger at Joe. Joe says he said ten minutes ago that he was going to put up a sign on Scar’s behalf apologizing for the alarm, but nobody ever listens to him. Cleo laughs and says they love it when a plan comes together, they just wish it was theirs. The others are skeptical. Scar points out that Cleo is really pumping the ego of whoever did this and that’s a little suspicious. Cleo says that if they were the culprit, they would’ve told everyone. Joe points out that Cleo could’ve told everyone and it might not have changed anything. After all, Joe told everyone he was going to place the sign and nobody listened to that! Cleo points out that people actually listen to them.

2:24:30 Scar has a thought, forgets it immediately, then immediately remembers it again. He wants to know why his Chat is so insistent that it is Beef. ((Scar’s chat is very devoted to the Big Salmon Theory.)) Why would it be Beef? Cleo laughs and says every single one of them knows why it isn’t Beef right now, and that Beef is too busy to be getting up to any kind of shenanigans. The others agree and warn Scar not to say anything or else there will be real trouble. Scar suggests that Beef’s gonna have a beef with him, but he doesn’t offer any further hints. ((Cleo is obliquely referring to an announcement Beef will make the next day; he and his wife are expecting their first child and thus Beef has way bigger salmon to fry than moonlighting as the Ore Snatcher.)) Cub explains that Beef was part of the Big Salmon consortium that feuded with Doc and Big Wood at the start of the season, but that feud is pretty much over now. They all admire the Big Salmon floating in the Hourglass.

2:26:00 Scar reports that his Chat has turned around on the Beef question, they believe Cleo that it cannot be Beef. The group goes back to trying to decide who the Ore Snatcher actually is, aside from Joe who is still mad it isn’t him. They each go around the circle and give Scar a theory, but none of them seem better supported than the others. Scar says this is all useless, but he’s going to go get a search warrant to search everyone’s storage systems. Ren asks if Scar is going to search his own storage system, perchance? Scar says he’ll have Doc do it. Ren is satisfied by that. Cleo says that’ll definitely work, because nobody on this server except the culprit has deepslate diamond ore, surely.

2:29:00 Scar’s favorite theory is that it was Doc himself, causing drama by stealing his own diamonds. The others think that’s a funny theory. Joe says his favorite theory is that the Scicraft guys got in touch with Karin, Doc’s partner, and gave her detailed instructions on how to carry out the thefts in retribution for unspecified petty wrongs. Whenever Doc is out of the house with Doccy, she’s sneaking onto the server with his account and stealing the diamonds based on detailed tutorials. Scar loves this idea. Ren asks if that means Karin has to come to court. Nobody is sure if she even has a Minecraft account. She might have to make one to come to court.

2:30:40 Cleo laughs and suggests that this has all been a big ploy to jump-start Karin’s YouTube career. Joe is taken by this idea and suggests it would be an amazing spinoff series, Karin and Mrs. Tango and Lizzie Shadow-Beans, but they’re all thieves. Ren puts forth a suggestion from his chat that maybe it _is_ Lizzie, pranking Doc when Joel is out of the house. Cleo thinks Karin is a more likely suspect than Lizzie. Scar admits it’s unlikely, but hilarious. Cleo says that now it is imperative that some Hermit’s spouse begins pranking the server. Joe says that now that his fiance Badgerspanner has heard that, she’s going to demand to be able to do it. Cleo laughs and points out that Joe will get blamed for that. Joe cheerfully announces that he knows, and it’s just going to make more work for Cleo because she’s going to have to explain to him why, when everybody thought it was a funny idea during this stream. Scar suddenly chimes in with “Desperate Hermitwives” from his Chat.

2:32:50 Cleo wants to wrap up, but she stays long enough to hear one more Bdubs theory. Ren wants to know what better way there could be to get people into the court for lawsuits than by causing a bunch of trouble? Cub likes that idea, but Cleo and Scar argue about whether the court actually costs money. Cub is still accusing Scar though, saying that nobody has more to gain from crimes on the server than the Poe Poe. Scar protests, saying he and Bdubs are the Judicial system and devoted to stopping crime! Because the police are never corrupt, right? The argument continues for a moment until Scar finally says “I touched Doc’s boring machine, I blew it up, I banged it too hard, and I’m not interested in banging Doc’s redstone anymore.”

2:34:35 There is a moment of silence. Cleo announces she is leaving. It’s been a lovely stream, they should do this again sometime never. She flies away laughing and insisting that nobody should ever ask Scar why, because No. Cleo apologizes to Chat for getting nothing useful done, but Chat clearly does not care. Cleo goes back to full screen to thank subs and donos, then says that even though she didn’t plan a lot, she did technically plan the plan, which was the plan all along. So that’s something. Cleo raids into Rendog and (with a brief interruption from Joe and his train whistle) ends their stream.

[gowonders]

spell it out. ♥ c.sb

notes: HEYYY YALL .. funny seeing you.. erm!!! i know i said i was gonna quit and that writing was inconvenient as hell?? that was a lie.. girl that shit pulled me back like a MAGNET. so ohhh nooo the bitch is back😱😱 anyways this is for @nightlyawnzz event :3 gotta at least do that, hope you all enjoy this !! it’s really short.. but i do hope you’ll enjoy regardless??

warnings: not proofread, english isn’t my first language, fem reader, food is mentioned through pretty much all of this.., soobin is said to be taller than reader, AND soobin in cringy as hell with his flirting im so so sorry, reader is kinda ditzy.. lmk if i missed any ~

“choi soobin i swear to god if you throw that at me, i am going to scream so loud.” you say quietly, backing away from the taller boy with a big spoon of flour in his grasp, a dumb grin on his face. “whaaaat?” he asks, taunting you by pretending to start an attack of flour… but he never fully commits.

“besides, this flour is too expensive, and you’re.. uhhhh…” soobin stalls, eyes darting all over you. he couldn’t really commit to flirting, either.

the thing is, he invited you over for two reasons. fo make cookies, (yay!) and to at least try and flirt with you enough to have you thinking. but so far? he was actually cringing on the inside at the thought of.. well.. being more intimate than usual.

“soobinnnn?” you call out in a singsong tone, waving your hands infront of his face. he snaps out of his trance, and he nods coyly with a smile. “u-uh, what i meant to say was, the flour is too expensive and you’re too scared to get messy.” he didn’t want to say that. he wanted to say that you’re to pretty to get all ruined by some flour, but as soon as the words leave his mouth, his cheeks glow red. what if you thought there was some.. secret meaning behind that whole thing???

but you didn’t. you just let out a quiet “oooooohhhhhhh.” and go back to preparing the dough, just mixing the dough with a spatula a little more before a small chuckle leaves you. “can i get a baking sheet, soobin?” you ask, tilting your head to look at the boy. “uhhhh, yeah!” he says, hand moving to the small of your back, guiding you to the cabinet he keeps them in— which goes unnoticed by you. of course.

“that one right there, ynie.” he says, moving back to the counter he was leaning on, almost analyzing the way you grab the tray, and roll balls of dough to put onto it. maybe it was just so he could think. about anything. because he really didn’t know what to do. you seemed so.. oblivious! not even seemed, hell, you were!

he had no idea how to approach flirting as is, so when youre literally repellent to his advances.. it definitely makes the whole thing a little harder. more like alot harder.

“hey, the cookies are done, and i made the icing.. do you wanna decorate them..?” soobin asks from the kitchen, looking almost defeated. but a small smile is brought to his face when you jump from his couch to walk to the kitchen. you were so.. cute. but he just found that so hard to say.

he hands you a few little bowls of icing and puts some sprinkles near you and sighs out. rolling his eyes. he can’t really focus , and the night definitely wasn’t going as planned. you weren’t picking up on any of his hints, and all of his hints just.. were not enough. there was really only one last way to do this. being the most obvious, bold and out there guy he can be. because his flirting game is straight ass.

soobin nods his head in your direction, smiling at the cookie you had been working on. “that’s cute.” he mutters out, spreading icing onto his own cookie. what he was about to say was going to kill him mentally.. but it was the only way he could think of to try and get you on board with the flirting thing he’s been trying all night.

“that cookies cute, just like you..” he says under his breath, putting some sprinkles on the iced cookie. “hm? what was that?” you ask, putting your treat down as you look at your friend.

oh. he really couldn’t take it anymore. he had taken multiple swipes that were somewhat hidden, and he was fed up with trying to get you to understand his sly advances. it was now or never.

“yn. i’m being so for real when i say this, you’re like the prettiest girl i know, and i know i don’t ever say it but that’s because i can’t? and every time i do try and hint how much i like you, you’re too oblivious to see anything! and it’s so hard to call you what you are, when you make me so flustered all the time, okay?! i- i think.. no! i like you!” soobin spits, rocking on his feet as he rambles.

“oh!” is all you have to say for a second. he was right. you really had no idea he had been hitting on you for a bit, you just thought he was being extra nice.

“so.. you’re saying you wanna be with me? like. couple?” you ask, taking a bite of your cookie. “yes, yn! do i need to spell it out for you?!” soobin asks in a raised tone, crossing his arms.

“yeah you do. i’m stupid.” you mumble. “not stupid enough to reject my crush though.” you say with nonchalance, holding out the cookie you just took a bite of. “you want some? it tastes good!” like nothing even happened.

“uhhhh.. w-what about something more than cookies?? like a kiss?” soobin says as a last attempt at flirting.

at least he won you over.

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

Uhh I feel like doing some headcanons why not

MK can't have the jacket strings because he'd literally chew them off

Red Son would take apart and put together toys when he was younger

MK has dyscalculia (idk if I spelled that right) and ADHD

MK cannot focus on any medium of story without snacks

MK refuses to go to theatres and does not explain why

MK used to climb a lot when he was younger and got hurt a lot

MK is awful at remembering to bath/shower but once he's reminded will drop everything to do so (and spends like 4 hours playing in the tub)

Mei wants an ant farm

Mei's room is super messy and she has no intention of cleaning anything up, but knows exactly where everything is

Wukong has a hard time with words and used to write down whatever he couldn't say, but that wasn't well-received in the past so he stopped sharing anything he couldn't verbalize

Wukong procrastinates a lot so if he has to say something and he's on a time crunch it will be at the last possible second before he gets it out

Wukong cannot plan to save his life, so, don't tell MK, most of his "training plans" were come up with/set up five minutes before MK arrived

Technically Wukong doesn't need sleep, so he will end up hyperfixating on a game or something for like 200 hours and won't realize until MK pops up like "Hey buddy you good? I haven't seen you in like 2 months".

Wukong and Macaque technically met under a peach tree on New Year's, and every New Year's since then he'll leave a plum at the tree, hoping that it'll be gone in the morning. It never is.

Wukong also goes and talks to the shadow of the tree when he needs someone to talk to and pretend Macaque's still hiding in it, or he'll talk out loud to himself or sit in a shadowy room when he wants to feel less alone, because he's used to his friend always being in the shadows for him even if he knows he isn't anymore.

The Traffic Light Trio has movie nights that MK and Mei always drag Red Son to.

Mei gave Red Son the "Sea-Crate Base" since they don't use it anymore so Red Son could have a private workshop away from home.

Mk brain no worky that's all we've got enjoy.

[carewyncromwell]

“I’ve always been a smart girl... Always made the grade -- always got the gold star -- I’ve always been a smart girl, But ‘smart girl’ only gets a girl so far... You win at every single game... You want a quest -- they tell you, ‘tough!’ If you don't go, you'll never know If you’ll ever be good enough...”

~“My Grand Plan” from The Lightning Thief (musical)

x~x~x~x

Hey all! I thought I’d go ahead and draw up a proper concept for my HPMA girl Anastasia “Ana” Read, since quite frankly I never envisioned her as skinny, short, or talkative as MC in the game is. The lack of body diversity in the MC’s models in particular, or even among MC’s friends, is actually one of my biggest hang-ups with all of the recent Hogwarts games...as much as I understand up to a point thinking it’d be difficult to program a lot of different outfits or animations for different size models, it’s still a little sad to me how the player character is always programmed to be skinny, and in Magic Awakened in particular, that favoring of skinny character designs is only accented all the more thanks to the quasi-Tim-Burton-esque animation style, which favors toothpick-thin necks and limbs. It’s one of the few aspects of poor representation in Rowling’s original books that I would argue these recent games haven’t tried as hard to address -- we’ve seen attempts at more LGBT+ representation, as well as more positive representation for different cultural backgrounds and disabilities (especially in Hogwarts Mystery), but not as much in regards to rounder body types. And I guess for me, being raised by a woman who struggled with her weight her entire life, that’s a little sad. Regardless, it was nice to draw Ana again after such a long time, particularly using the original game’s model as a kick-off point!

If you’d like to learn more about my “Strong But Silent,” daydreamer, Sailor-Moon-loving girl Ana, here’s a masterpost of links to get you started!! Enclosed under the cut is the original unedited sketch, embellished with some extra messy chibi doodles of Ana I did on the same page, in case you’re interested!

Ana’s Moodboard

Ana’s Intro Post and Model Sheet

Ana’s Playlist

Meet Ana’s awesome step-dad, Bradley!

See Ana’s dynamic with her stepdad and stepbrothers!

Bradley’s Moodboard

Preston’s Moodboard

Jasper’s Moodboard

Why Bradley is the best dad ever

The first doodle is kind of based on that first pair of duels with the Frey twins and Cassandra Vole in the game. As I discussed with my friend @dat-silvers-girl​, I see Ana being suuuuper quiet the entire time, to the point that everyone thinks she’s really shy or nervous, until she -- seemingly out of nowhere -- uses Wingardium Leviosa to levitate poor Colby a good five feet off the ground and then abruptly drop him, effectively putting an end to the duel before it even got started. (As it turned out, Ana was really inspired by Flitwick’s story about Ron Weasley using the spell on that mountain troll to protect his friends and worked super hard to master the spell herself, with the thought that maybe she could do something that cool someday. It ends up becoming one of Ana’s favorite spells to duel with, though she usually uses it to levitate herself over her opponents to give herself the literal “high ground.”) Ana accepted Cassandra’s invitation to the Dueling Club, as well as challenges Cassandra on the dueling field several more times over the years, out of her strong sense of honor, which is funnily enough rather akin a knight’s -- Ana will never back down from a challenge, and if her loved ones or her view of common decency have been insulted, she will absolutely ask to “take it outside” and fight the dispute out on the dueling field, rather than insult the person back, ignore them, or actively lose her temper and attack them straight out. 

The second doodle is Ana in class, a good chunk of the time. Ana isn’t actually that shy, nor is she stuck-up, but she’s much better at writing eloquent essays than coming up with witty phrases or sassy one-liners on a whim. And because of how incredibly sensitive she secretly is (and the bullying she experienced for both her magic and her weight), she’s actually kind of hard to get to know, preferring the company of her fiction books to lots of people. She’s honestly a true “Belle” type, if one thinks of Beauty and the Beast, despite being in the house of Lions.

The last doodle is of Ana with Daniel Page, because, amazingly, these two are on the exact same wave length when it comes to the Statute of Secrecy, though for very different reasons! Ana’s stepfather, Bradley Pinkstone, is a pro-Muggle and Squib rights activist who passionately believes that the Wizarding World should find a way to work alongside the Muggle World, to the extent that the Statute of Secrecy isn’t necessary -- he and his sons even work in a theater alongside Muggles everyday, embracing Muggle technology just as much as they do magic! With Ana being Muggle-born herself, she’s likewise very supportive of the thought that if the two worlds knew more about each other, other little magical kids wouldn’t have to grow up feeling like freaks and outcasts the way she did. That doesn’t mean that Ana would ultimately agree with NOTME’s tactics, though -- she thinks there’s a very big difference between protesting against an unjust law and causing abject terror and chaos. (I personally see Daniel as more of a Ravenclaw/Slytherin type than a Gryffindor type myself, but that’s just my headcanon.)

[tundralwhisper]

AAAARRRGGGHHH

Literally took a walk into the forest at 2:30am, despite my knee pain that gets worse after walking like 10 meters.

So, before I rant, ramble, and vent, the Context:

I DM a D&D game for friends, on the server where I met most of them. It's a server of about 400 people, though *maybe* 30 are actually active.

Donald J Trump got shot (unsurprising), and a friend (who is in the game) went into the server's "controversy" channel (a bad idea to even have that channel, ngl) and mentioned that this is gonna be a big danger for trans people, because the nutjobs supporting trump have just gotten the most intense incitement to violence imaginable. He may have made a little bit of an inflammatory remark on the matter

Another friend (who is also in the game) did NOT like that. And the conversation got *heated*. I joined, 2 other players joined (that's 4 out of 5, plus me). Over the course of the discussion, they dropped several instances of hate speech. Transphobic rhetoric, xenophobia, it was *BAD*. Mind you, one of the people in the game is literally an immigrant, and him and I are both not very cis.

Meanwhile, I was in a movie watchalong (American Werewolf in London, very funny movie tbh, kept me sane during this) while participating in the discussion.

I postponed D&D, trying to figure out how best to kick the nutjob. Then passed out for 12 hours.

Shit. Went. Down. Other mods got involved, jumped the gun on an announcement without reading the hate speech context, things got convoluted, two people left the server: The nutjob, and the immigrant friend.

I solved things in the end, by making a seperate server for the D&D game and inviting everyone over (except the nutjob, he specifically said he left the campaign, too).

So, bad situation. Not happy.

Now, the VENT PART!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHH GODS FUCK WHY FUCKIK I SLEPT FOR 12 HORUS AND SO M;UCH SHIT IMMEDIATEL WENT DOWN AND ALL THE OVERTHINGKING AND PLANS AND SHIT DID NOTHIGN TO HELP A'CAUSE I WAS ASLEEP FUCKIG SHIT FGUCK.

OKAY. Okay. Phew. I don't usually post anything, anywhere, without double and triple checking grammar and spelling. Not this time. FUCKING HELL.

Between postponing the D&D game I was making PLANS. I was THINKING, PLOTTING even. I was gonna get the other players' views on the nutjob, I was gonna write up a civil and calm message to send to the nutjob to kick him and be done with it, 'cause I didn't wanna cause drama across the active parts of the server.

And then, I just had to fucking pass out and assume things wouldn't implode for a couple hours at least. I passed out for 12 hours, and everything was fucked when I woke up. The drama had already extended beyond the group into server-wide drama, I had to abandon all my plans and improvise (I suck at that), and just. ARGH. I'm mad.

I'm mad. Actually, genuinely mad. Not even at the nutjob, he's a victim of propaganda. I'm mad at the "mod" (doesn't even have actual mod powers, barely qualifies as a mall cop for the server) that made a statement to spread the trouble so much further than it needed to be. Like, do you not *READ* something before you type a response? Are you out of your FUCKING mind?!

Like, people were mad not over the economics talk it fizzled out to, but over the ACTUAL FUCKING HATE SPEECH you absolute childish IMBECILE. "Be respectful, agree to disagree" IT WAS ABOUT HUMAN RIGHTS, THERE IS NO "DISAGREE" ON THAT YOU DUMB CENTRIST FUCKWIT.

At least he realized when he went back to read it - WHICH I HAD TO TELL HIM TO DO. Do you need a parent to carry your brain after you everwhere so you don't forget to fucking THINK, too?!

But also... it's sad to see that someone I thought a friend had fallen so deep into the propaganda, and someone else I considered a reasonable person turned out to be so fucking stupid as to not consider that context matters a lot.

I hate insulting people like this. Fuck, man. I'm gonna go sink into endless amounts of angsty music now, if anyone needs me try to search the woods near my house.

[ourladyofomega]

Before writing this final post of 2023, I was undecided of how good of a poker hand I’d end up with. ‘21 and ‘22 left no doubt what I finished with. This year, all the good and bad have scattered all over the place like chips spread across the roulette table - but we don’t usually play that game here, do we? No, we don’t. This year added on both the good and bad on top of the previous years before it - in even wider disparity.

So, where do we start?

The bad hit a little harder than it did last year. The customers were at their nastiest, competitive, and most egotistical. Having a verbally and emotionally abusive sales manager who saw fit to humiliate me in front of co-workers and literally yell at me for anything little reason he could didn’t help any. Fighting through under-staffing, wasted potential, not getting assistance when it really mattered, and making more mistakes and fuck-ups than ever made for a highly controversial final year at physical retail.

I pulled the plug on people I once considered “friends” who kept me on read when I asked for help, ghosted me during conversations, left me hanging all by myself as their comrades pretended I didn’t exist, and didn’t care about specific situations I had involving them. The spicy redheaded devil who played apologist for her closest friends - the same “friends” in the past who took me for everything they could and left a thick irreplaceable poison that’s still flowing in me. Or worse, unexpectedly running into former enablist co-workers, narcissistic managers, and manipulative college chads showing their obvious “oh-my-god!” faces and wanting to catch up with me. I told them to fuck right off forever - and never to speak to me again.

Luckily, I didn’t have as many hard pills to swallow like I used to. But, the sometimes unavoidable news of potentials’ long-suffering loneliness ending with exciting one-night stands, abrupt t.m.i., and their eye-opening bucket list to-do’s (that’d make Sasha Grey look like a straight-A honor student) made it a disappointing no-dice situation. Then, the deeper depressive spells of anxiety and hopelessness. The constant reminder of how rude, childish, and unnecessarily rude other people are around me. The change of plans, the blown calls of missing out on some holidays, or dropping the ball on attending some major shows (Alice Cooper headlining with Rob Zombie, Ministry, and Filter for one). The worst news came unexpectedly in late September when my sis- was dealt the Ace Of Spades and died in her sleep from complications of multiple sclerosis. I lost a major childhood component in her, and that visit to Bay Ridge will resonate with me for a long time.

Yes. This year’s losses were just more frequent and came at a slightly heavier cost. (Thankfully, not coming down to another personal devastation.) But, with every loss came with a win. And, wow, did these wins hit.

A brand new pinball arcade opened up in Patchogue to my total surprise, once again giving me a new portal in revisiting my Atari / Nintendo youth and forget my daily ills. It was there when I placed 3rd at their 4th of July tournament. The retro video arcade at the shopping center near me still offered a substantial modicum of hours-long fun until I was sick of it.

Though I lost my sister, I had some super essential moments with both of my families from Coney- and Staten Island respectively. I just celebrated an amazing Christmas over Italian foods, Secret Santas, gift-trades, and children screaming in eardrum-rattling unison; all ending with $100.00 cash-in-hand from my uncle, and a drive through the Belt Parkway and Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel to the train ride home to Penn Station. Fighting through the sluggish three-hour Friday rush-hour drive made getting to my cousin’s engagement party totally worth it; decorated with loud generic dee-jay standards, catching up under clear starry night skies, and having a near two-hour AM night-drive home over the Verrazzano Bridge and through the Brooklyn / Queens / Long Island Expressway.

I’ve attended some amazing shows in the past, but nothing would ever compare in experiencing Skinny Puppy’s final tours. I took no chances getting tickets and, holy Mother Mary, I made the right call. I would’ve never imagined meeting up with five other mutuals (some following me for years) in my hometown of New York City to witness industrial history. The best? Shaking hands with God Ministry’s Paul Barker himself; The Hero of All Heroes. He signed my copy of The Eternal Present as I almost died before him at the merch- table. I also attended Cold Waves XI and scratched Front Line Assembly off the must-see list, with visions of Hospital Productions’ 20th returning when I witnessed Orphx and Justin Broadrick a second time.

Then, my position. My final two months at my location were the toughest, meanest, and most unforgiving I’d ever put myself through. I endured so much that something had to be done because I knew I deserved better and didn’t want to live like this. So, I did a massive favor to myself. After 10 years with the company, I celebrated by getting an in-home position for virtual sales. I left all the massive amounts of stress behind and still stayed with the company while keeping my 401K, medical, and time-off in the process. Goodbye and good riddance to physical retail and the toxic undesirables that inhabit it…never to visit it again.

As an added bonus, I learned a lot more about myself and became the person I always wanted to be. I was fortunate in having the right people who changed it all and their inexplicable energy made me block those challenging persistent feelings of hollowness and despair. I taught myself to drop my guard, stop fearing the worst that could happen, and start putting my trust in people as nothing was at stake. That paid off in multitudes. I felt things I couldn’t before, because they allowed me to open up without persecuting or vilifying me for it.

I had more moments where I did great things for great people because they gave me nice ideas that were out-of-the-ordinary. Cakeday and Christmas boxes full of CDs, cassettes, and other fun stuff were exchanged which left two people wowed and many others in critical condition. Plenty of night-time phone calls were had about everything and nothing important at all, or the cries of concern that made me go all-in to help the other because there’s no taking chances. Most importantly: reciprocation, saying it right from the heart, a giving what people really want because you feel it and it’s the right thing to do.

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Now, what’s in the cards for next year?

I plan to revisit New York City more frequently. To start, I’m coming back to my childhood, and that all in Brooklyn. The Tokeneke, Bath Ave., Shore Road Park, Luna Park, and ultimately Borough Park where it all began. I’m even contemplating a mini-record store victory tour next year - all city. Long Island locales sit out this time as select Brooklyn and Manhattan stops better get ready for me and accept my hard-earned money. This would be Lina Romay-proportions of music porn if this happens.

As for everything else Omega, there’s no signs of slowing down as my radio show started Year 12. Its previous year had almost no bonus broadcasts from start to finish, but the current stockpile of artists and sounds across the board means I’m ready to unload when asked. The months-long process of digitizing my entire personal cassette dub library has finally been completed, which means I’ll have more time to dive into all my records, tapes, and discs that I purchased over the years that I've yet listened to, but now will.

Which reminds me:

Most of you know that I maintained a music -blr here: Ω+. I became an open-book and allowed my visitors, followers, mutuals, and even passers-by a peek into my personal life, listening, and purchasing habits. To this day, I still believe there’s no other extensive music blog like it here. It felt great posting sounds, artists, and releases no one else even thought or considered. I had so much fun with it and became one of the most exciting projects I ever done. Life-changing, even. Now, I no longer have the time or energy to keep up with sizeable, timely write-ups while staying on top of infinite music finds and dealing with Real-Life Syndrome.

I decided that it’s time to end it after 10 years of maintaining it.

However, I didn’t want to stop doing what still fascinates me. I stepped back, and realized that I can do it differently. I’m happy to say that I’m starting all over again and re-building it as Omega Remix (ΩRMX), a simpler, more stripped-down version of the original retaining the personal seasonal mixtapes, Omega WUSB playlists, best-of lists, personal posts, and more. No more numbered headers, no more aesthetic issues. It’ll be quicker and easier to do what keeps me going and in touch with anyone interested with what I’m listening to.

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I appreciate and thank (tremendously) everyone who joined up with me at a show, posted music finds, kept in touch, helped out, or did something nice for me this year. You know who you are. For any and all who liked, followed, and supported all things Omega, you’re also appreciated. Each and every one of you. Here's hoping we're still alive and dodge a massive authoritarian bullet by this year's end.

See you all in ‘24.

Winning hand: Aces full house over Deuces.

[geminiamethyst]

Skyline Gang: Sky Crystal. Chapter 13: Splitting up

Prologue: click HERE

Chapter 12: click HERE

Chapter 14

Sorry this chapter took so long. Writers block and uni assignments were in the way. Now that I’m finished with uni for the year, I’ve got more time for writing.

The ride back up to the surface was less daunting than it was going down to the Core. The rhythmic sound of the lift and the sense of relief spoke volumes over the silence. One Crystal. One step forward. One step but it was more than enough to keep everyone motivated. As Pip and Candi took the first ride up with Mr Conjurer, leaving the others with OJ temporarily back with the Core. Similar to how Misty was on the way down, Pip was uncomfortable for being in a literal cage but at least she had some company. When she felt on the verge of becoming stressed, she squeezed Candi’s hand and the pink girl would squeeze her hand back to keep her grounded. Aside from being a source of comfort for the rock chick, Candi was unusually fascinated by the texture of the walls. She would trace some of the lines in the natural walls in her head, almost making them look like train tracks with some crisscrossing one another. Mr Conjurer seemed to be in better spirits now that they took that first step into fixing the Core. He was quiet, but his amber eyes told his emotions as brightly as a lighthouse in a storm. As another of Candi’s improvised railway line came to an end, she glanced over at the magician that kept the two company. She wasn’t sure if it was the dim lighting or the small jolts of the lift, but something caught her eyes.

“Mr Conjurer?” She suddenly piped up, tilting her head curiously.

“What is it?” The magician asked patiently. 

“Your clothes…I see blue strips on them.” Candi pointed out, looking at the cuffs of his sleeves and the top hat. Mr Conjurer glanced down at his sleeves and blinked in astonishment.

“Well, I’ll be.” He spoke with a slight gasp. He removed his top hat and inspected it. His white gloved fingers traced along the blue stripes and inspected them, as if he was expecting to see that blue dye had stained them. “It’s about time I get a bit of colour back.”

While Pip and Candi waited, Mr Conjurer made another trip down to the Core to collect the others. As they all walked back to the library, Bud couldn’t help but notice something along the walls. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought that he could make out small cracks. Barely noticeable, so Bud thought that he was seeing things. However, there was that gnawing feeling in his gut, almost alerting him to the change in the interior’s appearance. There was also something under his feet, going through his legs. A tremor?

“Don’t suppose you know any time travel spells?” Dude blurted out suddenly as everyone filed into the library.

“That depends.” Mr Conjurer’s responded, his eyebrow morphing into a small arch.

“When Dude, Misty and I went to the British Museum in London, we found a Crystal.” Mimi quickly started to explain. Mr Conjurer opened his mouth to ask why he wasn’t told sooner, but the fashionista raised a hand to stop him. She hurriedly continued: “The bad news is that it’s part of a prehistoric fossil.”

“That is a problem.” Mr Conjurer agreed, rubbing his chin.

“So can you help us go back in time then?” Bud asked patiently. For a while, the magician didn’t say anything. His brow furrowed slightly, deep in thought. The Skyline Gang glanced between themselves and OJ, each one looking just as concerned as the other. This didn’t look like it was going to bode well if this plan wasn’t possible.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Mr Conjurer pondered out loud, his eyes calculating his next move, trying to keep as many steps ahead as he could in this game. “But I am going to warn you right now, if I’m able to send you back and forth through time, it might make time run out faster.”

“Then save all the magic you can until we decide to go for the Crystal.” Dude immediately jumped in. Too big of a risk to take, something that needed to be thought out carefully. “We’ll leave it to last if we have to. We need all the time that we can get.”

“There’s another problem.” Bud interjected as he pulled out his tablet. “We might need teleportation magic too. Look at where each Crystal is.” Upon saying that, Bud showed the screen. The night before, he downloaded a live feed of the map that he had made. As soon as Mr Conjurer looked at the screen, he made an obvious gesture that he wasn’t used to looking at screens. He blinked a few times rather quickly and held the device with caution. As his eyes adjusted to the light from the screen, he once again looked like he was deep in thought.

“Another problem…” he muttered as he gently placed the tablet on the table. “Telepotion shouldn’t use up the amount of magic that I would need to send you through time.” That sounded positive but at the same time, it was also carrying a risk.

“How many portals can you keep open at once?” Pip asked, curious to know where this conversation was going.

“I can open two, but I will need to close them the moment you step through them.” Mr Conjurer said as his brow furrowed.

“I hate to ask this, but do you think you can do that for the rest of the Crystals?” Dude asked with a tone of regret for asking too much.

“I think I can.” Mr Conjurer said confidently. “I just-ouch!” With a sudden yelp as he straightened up, the magician slumped a little, holding the table being used to keep himself from falling over. With one hand, he was massaging an area in his lower back. As he involuntarily bent over, his top hat shifted a little. It revealed most of his dark hair that started to be peppered with thin silver strands.

“What’s happening to you?” Candi stammered as the magician slowly sat down to regain some comfort.

“Is this what it feels like to be old?” Mr Conjurer tried to joke as he repositioned his top hat. However, everyone in the room could hear the strain in his voice. “How do you people cope?”

“What do you mean?” Mimi asked, voice laced with concern and confusion.

“Never mind that right now.” Mr Conjurer hurriedly waved off. No one liked the way that he had been so quick to move on. Then again, time wasn’t on their side and pointless talk was the least of everyone’s concerns. Mr Conjurer was quick to grab the tablet once again and studied the map. “Let’s see where you need to go. I’m assuming that this is the one in the museum.”

“Affirmative.” Bud confirmed as he looked over Mr Conjurer’s shoulder. While the magician remained silent in his contemplation, he started to plan where the gang should be going next. As he was planning, the Gang started to look around and get lost in their own worlds. Pip was glancing around the room, almost daring to request for her guitar and try out the acoustics of it. She wondered how it would sound and what kind of music she could bring into the place. Nothing too hard, just something simple to test out what kind of music Mr Conjurer and OJ would like to listen to. She would love to have a fresh audience to listen to her ideas other than her friends. Sprout and Candi had decided to look at one of the books. Being that they were in a place filled to the brim with magic (even if it’s currently starting to run out), they both thought that they could have some fun by trying out some spells, much like the magic book that was in the house they lived in. However, when they both opened a book each, they were disappointed. The pages were in a language that they didn’t recognise. It was complete gibberish to them. Bud was in a similar position. When he found an unknown language in a different book, he tried to analyse it and work out what it was. He briefly wondered if it was an ancient language that was deemed to be a “dead language” and wondered how it ended up in this library in the first place. He mentally put up a memo to ask Mr Conjurer if he could translate or explain the contents of each book. Meanwhile, Misty decided to start her mischief making plans again. Since the magician that ran this place was distracted, she thought it would be fun to start messing with him a little by “reorganising” all of the books that had been meticulously placed perfectly on the shelves. However, when she turned her back to move on to the next section, the books seemed to have gained a life of their own and returned to their original places. When she realised what had happened at the last second, she looked like a storm cloud was looming over her head.

OJ seemed to have this odd look on her face as she looked over towards Misty’s direction. Her hand twitched too, as if she was prepared to reach out and say something, only to have some invisible force stopping her. Eventually she stood back and took a silent place beside Mr Conjurer, observing the map herself. Dude had noticed the whole thing, but couldn’t bring himself to comment about it. Whatever OJ wanted with Misty, so long as it wasn’t anything that would hurt anyone, was between just them, he had noticed right to meddle with it. He turned his attention to an open window, the curtain swaying a little from a small breeze. He couldn’t help but be drawn to it and take at the look outside. The sky that the Sky Crystal had created had slowly transitioned to become a soft orange with dark blue hues. The garden was enriched with many flowers that started to close their petals in response to the sunset. The air felt a little nippy as what seemed to be crickets could be heard from somewhere in the garden. In the distance a cluster of fireflies started to make themselves known. So it wasn’t just the two residents that lived inside this crystal; it housed its own wildlife of insects and maybe even small animals. What else was this place able to create? What kind of magic does it house? As Dude watched the garden, Mimi snuck a glance over to him. She was still upset at how the dive went and how he wasn’t careful. However, it wasn’t as intense as it was before. She knew that it wasn’t his fault. Still, she had one resolve in her head; she wasn’t letting Dude out of her sight again so soon.

“I’ve planned out a strategy for now.” Mr Conjurer finally said after a while. Everyone who had done their own thing, immediately stopped everything to listen and gather around (with Misty trying one final attempt to disorganise everything). “I’ll be sending one team here since the Crystal appears to have stopped moving, and the other to Egypt. They’re the closet locations that I can send you to other than the museum. If I’m going to send you all even farther, I’ll have to conserve all I can and leave enough for the time travel spell.” Simple and logical enough. The more magic that they attempt to save, the better. With that in mind, Dude took charge.

“Bud, you’ll be in charge of the team going to the first Crystal.” He said. Bud looked like he was going to bulk, but he quickly regained his composure. “I’ll take the other team with me to Egypt.”

“I shall accept those terms.” Bud agreed, trying not to think about how much pressure he felt from this plan.

“Why does Bud get to be put in charge?” Misty shouted, stamping her feet.

“Because I said so.” Dude patiently stated. “Also, out of all of us, he’s the most sensible and level headed.” Misty’s eye twitched, like she wanted to pull a face or say some kind of snide remark. However, she showed a lot of restraint. She didn’t see the point in fighting on this, but that didn’t mean that she won’t hold back in winding Dude or Bud, depending on which team she’s on.

“I’m going with you.” Mimi declared as she was took her self designated place beside Dude. “I’m not letting you out of my sight again after this morning.”

“I’ll come too, just in case that mummy is still running around.” Pip immediately volunteered. “You’ll need someone to watch your backs.”

“Dibs on Bud!” Misty suddenly declared, looking a little pale.

“Despite you not liking that he’s in charge?” Sprout challenged.

“Do you want me to steal the Orb of Ra again?!” Misty exclaimed. While that was one reason to not have Misty go to Egypt, everyone else had the feeling that she didn’t want to go because she was scared by the mummy.

“I’ll help to keep an eye on Misty.” Candi volunteered trying to sound confident.

“Where Candi goes, I go too.” Sprout beamed. Then he suddenly faltered a little as he remembered who’s going to be on his team. “Wait…”

“Too late, Sprout! No take backs!” Pip laughed at Sprout’s expense. She then patted Rainbow on the head. “Looks like you’re with us, boy!” Sprout groaned upon the realisation that he might have picked the wrong team since Misty was under Candi’s watch. However, teams were already picked, and it was too late for him to change his mind. Misty looked like she was already planning to cause trouble for the joker.

“I’ll try to keep some distance between the two.” Bud whispered to Dude as he fished out a small bag from his pocket. He quickly pulled out the Crystal Fragments and passed them around to everyone’s colour coordination. He then pulled out a duplicate of the tracker that he had made and gave it to Dude. With the teams picked and locations assorted to them, everyone was ready to move out again.

“I’ll try to get the portals as close as I can to the Crystals’ locations.” Mr Conjurer explained as magic started to weave in between his fingers, the white on his gloves starting to be decorated with some sparks of colour. “Once you’ve found the Crystals, go back to the location where the portals had dropped you off. As soon as I sense you, I’ll be able to reopen them without draining the magic unnecessarily.” With a flourished flick of his wrist, two lights shot out from Mr Conjurer’s hand. They distanced themselves before they got bigger. The portals opened in seconds, round swirling colours of white and indigo, a small breeze being drawn in to each of them.

“Good luck everyone!” Candi cheered on. “Stay safe!”

“You too.” Dude returned the sentiments. “Watch each other’s backs.”

“Ladies first?” Sprout feigned gentleman like behaviour. Candi happily skipped into the portal, the surface rippling as she passed into it. Misty looked a bit skeptical. However, she brushed past Sprout anyway, treading on his toe a little. Whether it was by accident or on purpose was anyone’s guess.

“Please, behave you two.” Bud sighed, already dreading the work he was going to have to put in to keep his team together.

“Try telling that to Misty!” Sprout shouted as he hopped a little on one foot. He and Bud entered the portal and it closed behind them.

“Here we go again with the heat and sand.” Mimi moaned a little, checking her pockets for a small hair tie.

“Just…don’t get distracted by the market again.” Dude advised. The less distractions the better, but it was best to just say those words before anything else could happen.

“Don’t turn into an overweight belly dancer and you’ve got yourself a deal.” Mimi smirked, crossing her arms with a teasing stare.

“Hey! That was the curse! Not me!” Dude exclaimed, his cheeks flashing bright red from the reminder. Even if he didn’t remember what happened completely, just reliving it during the shows was more than enough to give him an idea of the event. Pip barely held back a laugh as Mimi and Dude walked on ahead of her and Rainbow. The moment that the rock chick and canine, walked into the portal it also closed behind them.

“Good luck, all of you.” Mr Conjurer bided as there was silence in the library. He felt the teams walk away from the drop off points before they slowly vanished, like a footprint being washed off from beach. Then, almost like it was timed perfectly, he felt this pain in his chest. He couldn’t hold it back any longer. OJ jumped out of her skin as he started coughing harshly.

“Mr C…?” She asked cautiously as Mr Conjurer fought to keep himself steady.

“I’ll be fine…” he groaned, hand covering his mouth.

“Sit down.” OJ insisted, pulling out a chair. While Mr Conjurer took his seat, she decided to do something. Just because she’s confined to the Sky Crystal and doesn’t possess any magic, doesn’t mean that she’s going to sit by and do nothing. Even if it’s just ensuring that the man in front of her was at least comfortably, it was something that she can do. “I’ll get you something to drink. Just don’t do any magic unless those kids need to come back.”

“Thank you OJ.” The magician said quietly, catching his breath. OJ didn’t look back as she took off to the kitchens. She didn’t see Mr Conjurer pulling his hand away from his mouth and grew pale. The white of his glove was stained with small crimson dots.

[beautyxnthefire]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [MIA AVILA] ! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ADRIA ARJONA] . You must be the [THIRTY-TWO] year old [ART APPRAISER] . Word is you’re [PASSIONATE] but can also be a bit [INFLEXIBLE] and your favorite song is [GODS & MONSTERS BY LANA DEL REY] . I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE] . I’m sure you’ll love it!

[ updated 2025 ] .tw: violence, death

Basic Information

Birthday: November 21st, 1992 Hometown: San Juan, Puerto Rico Sexuality: bisexual Family: Amaya Avila (mother †), UTP (stepdad), Martina “Tina” (half sister) (+) expressive, passionate, focused, intense (-) headstrong, inflexible, cold, judgmental

Born in San Juan, Puerto Rico, to a single mother named Amaya, Mia was just that; her mother’s daughter. No father, no grandparents, no nothing. The two didn’t have much and her mother was almost illiterate, working two or three odd jobs at a time to make ends meet, but Mia was growing up happy in the poor yet colorful neighborhoods. At school, she was brilliant and there were times when she was the one teaching her mother spelling and English and she had a lot of friends. Some were good kids while others would gradually become Puerto Rican terrors in their own right; Mia meshed well with all of them.

It didn’t matter she was filthy poor, it didn’t matter she had no good things coming her way, Mia always dreamt big. Bigger than the island could hold. And her mother encouraged that. By the time Mia was 17, all her hard work on Amaya had paid off. Yes, her mother may have been the caretaker, but Mia had been the one to shape the woman into a better version of herself. Because of Mia, her mother could now read, write, and communicate in English; she learnt how to dress better, as in the movies they watched, and she had gotten a steady job in what was at the time the fanciest hotel in San Juan. And that hotel changed their lives. Amaya met an American, some well-off guy from a town called Aurora Bay in California, there on vacation. Soon, the man was enamored with both mother and daughter and took them home with him. They'd be a family now.

Mia finished school in Aurora Bay and looking at her, nobody would know the girl once wore shoes with holes in them. She was a different person altogether; poised, stylish, with fine taste in art. She even went to college for it and, the second she graduated, she moved to Los Angeles. Life was good for her; in fact, it was very good. And Mia too was great at the game, playing any hand she was dealt with to perfection. She had a plan to make a name for herself in the art world, built on her reputation and then gradually go bigger. She had it all mapped out, eyes on the prize.

That was till an old friend from Puerto Rico, Juan, started calling. The guy was trouble, but he had once been a friend; they ate literal dirt together and later shared whatever food one of them was given. In a rare sentimental moment, she made a bad choice and took his call. It started fine, having coffee with an old friend who was down on his luck. Then it grew to weird stories and asking her to meet at odd hours, trying to borrow money from her and seeing unfamiliar cars outside her apartment or the gallery. It was getting weird and scary. It was at that point in her life that Owen came along; cheeky, gorgeous and perfect, he gradually became everything she needed. The girl who simply needed to make it so she’d never go back to her humble beginnings suddenly needed the boy, a beach and a golden retriever to run after them too. Juan, who kept trying to get in her business and making house calls at her job, called her an emotional mess. Mia was always the focused and goal oriented one, yet suddenly she was smiling at Owen’s texts like an idiot in love. Even her mother was worried she might be in love with him enough to up and marry him.

It lasted a while; her being happy in love yet a nervous wreck whenever Juan showed up, but Mia never saw it escalading this fast. A night at the gallery, a bunch of guys came along with Juan, large boxes in hand, shoving her to the floor, looking for the storage room. It all happened in a blink; smoke, gunshots, Owen’s voice in her ear as he hugged her from behind. And then she lost him in the mess and all there was left was noise and pain in her lower abdomen. She woke up two days later, with a gunshot wound and pain like she had never known before. Among others, they told her, Juan had killed Owen. Her childhood friend had killed the man she loved. Mia wanted to die right there too. It didn't take long for police and friends to tell her that Juan and his crew were pushing drugs and murdering people, that he had set his sights on using her and the gallery to launder his drug money -and knowing she had played a part in Owen's death was hard to stomach. She mourned him, never stopped actually, but she knew he loved her too and he’d want her to keep going.

Mia did just that; she kept going. Pain bottled up, cold exterior and eyes on what used to be her prize. She never had plenty of emotions to begin with but now she had nearly none. She worked harder than ever, made a name for herself as an Art Appraiser and kept on going. Numb but going. However, in Christmas, her mother died in a car accident and Mia had to return to Aurora Bay to support her stepdad; the man had been the closest she ever had to a father, she owes him. But the longer she stays in town, the more her life seems to unravel as ghosts and demons of the past come calling…

[bokkiedoke]

2024, the Year of the Mono-Color

This year I'm going to pick a color and only make new Commander decks in that color. As someone who "makes" about 20 decks for every 1 I actually put together I think this might slow me down a bit and perhaps lead to me actually playing more Magic. I'm going with Blue, and I say "this year" because I plan on doing this every year from now on, assuming I'm still interested in Magic: The Gathering before I run out of colors. And I've been actively playing this game for almost 13 years now so odds are I will be. Another big reason for this challenge is I find building new decks a bit overwhelming when making 2+ color decks nowadays. This is due to the absolute deluge of new cards. So restricting myself to one color makes the process way more streamlined, for better and for worse. Before anyone gets it twisted though, I like a lot of the new cards. But also way too many new cards come out at the moment. I kind of wish Aftermath didn't flop so we could have had more tiny sets like that while having the same amount of releases. A weird take, I know. I'll make an article about it. Technically I will be cheating on this for the "Elder Dragon House-Ruler" articles but looking up synergies for that isn't nearly as in-depth as I'll go when building a deck for myself. I'll typically just look for the most obvious card to include or some remembered spell off the top of my head. When I'm building a deck for myself I'll look through literally thousands of cards just to find one cool little synergy that will probably come up once over the course of 30 games. I do enjoy that, but it does take a lot of time. For example, if I wanted to look up all the cards with "proliferate" or the text "whenever one" let's look up how many cards I'd have to sift through. Blue - 46 cards Blue and Green - 94 cards Blue, Green, Red - 122 cards Blue, Green, Red, White - 175 cards Five Color - 231 cards And that is for a single search. I'd also want to search up all the cards with counters specific to them (shout out to Brick Counters), and as you could expect this is when the amount of search results will spike hard. Blue - 355 cards Blue, Green, Red - 676 Five Color - 1,125 So if we look at the difference in just those two searches, making a Blue deck leads to be looking through 401 cards. And if I was playing a Five Color deck, it'd be 1,356 cards. Over three times the amount of cards. And I know I don't haaave to look through all of them. And I've gotten pretty good at remember which cards are completely worthless draft chaff that I can just skip over when looking at these search results. It's still a lot though. I think I'll enjoy the restriction. Honestly, if it stops me from making a new deck every time someone mentions a card or a mechanic that'd be helpful. Or at least when I do so I'll finish the dang thing in like 20 minutes instead of spending a couple hours on a deck I will never play OR show to a single other human being. I challenge all of you to try this as well. But maybe for a week or at most a month. I think I'm going to actually hate this idea at the end of the year, as much as it'll feel like a breath of fresh air at first. So, don't torture yourselves because a weirdo writing articles on the internet challenged you to do so. See you soon(ish) for the next Elder Dragon House-Ruler. I'm currently stunlocked on electronic instruments, so it might be a bit. Just like with Magic, I'm super into really expensive hobbies even though I'm pretty low income.

[silkythewriter]

I feel bad asking another hazbin ask. Sorry, but I loved your Vox and Alastor post. Can you do them seperatly with their s/o after vox and alastor have a terrible day (possibly caused by eachother, lol)

🏩Alastor’s and Vox’s S/O comforting them after a bad day!🏩

Summary: Alastor’s and Vox’s S/O comforting them after a bad day!

Small warning!: sorry for any spelling/ grammar mistakes and if their OOC! I hope you enjoy!

Small note!: I’m getting a lot of request for hazbin hotel! I personally enjoy it writing it! I hope you like this as much as the other one!<3

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Daily song suggestion:

🦌Alastor📻

This man rarely gets mad so you know it’s bad when he’s absolutely pissed and tired

Today was not his today, he had many fights with overlords trying to prove themselves, of course he won in the end but it was still tiring when one came after the other

Usually he’d love it but today was your guys anniversary and he just wanted to spend some time with you and celebrate the occasion with a small dinner and maybe a slow dance between you two

Once he got to the hotel after all the fights he was quick to search for you

Once he found you he would refuse to leave your side and would most likely come up with an excuse for you to leave whatever your doing

He would explain why he was late but would leave out the part of him being a bit mad and frustrated- he doesn’t want you to worry about him after all!

But after all that he’d definitely take you somewhere romantic he is a gentleman after all! And if you don’t want to go out that’s completely fine! You and him can just bake or cook together while playing old time music in the kitchen and maybe dancing a bit!

Once you guys finish whatever you two are doing he’d love to just relax in bed for once and just have some small talk with you and catch up whatever he missed while he was busy with the hotel and overlords

He doesn’t really stay still for long in my opinion unless it’s an important matter or you guys are just talking, but right now he’d just like to lay in bed with your head on his chest or his on yours and spend some time together <3.

Overall he’s a bit out of character but can you blame the man? He just wants to spend sometime with you!

🖥 Vox📱

I feel like it’s a bit noticeable he’s not the best at hiding he’s emotions especially if he is EXTRA pissed off my man is scary-

Valentino and velvet basically use you as a meat shield from Vox’s anger 💀 this is literally how it plays out “Good luck y/n you were an awesome friend” “Huh?velvet what do you mean?” “Good luck trooper!” “Wait Valentino what the fu-“

They literally shove you near Vox and take cover in another room

Once Vox sees you I wouldn’t say he would calm down immediately but it would bring some comfort, He’d look you way and just cross his arms before walking towards you and taking you to your guy’s shared room

I feel like he would just grumble about how stupid today was due to Alastor messing up one of he’s plans

Like I’ve indicated before he doesn’t talk much but when it comes to him being angry there’s an acceptation for him because he just wants to rant how frustrating his day was

Like Alastor he’ll want to lay in bed but unlike alastor He’s more touchy like cuddling you closer, or making you and him tangle you legs together so on so fourth!

Baby just wants to watch some TV to be honest I feel like he wouldn’t want to play game or it’s just not a good idea cause he’ll just rage even more 💀 so he’d just like to cuddle and watch some horror movies or anything really 

Valentino and Velvet check in after you two fall asleep to make sure everything cooled down and to be honest they would probably take some pictures of you two cuddling for blackmail or just to tease you two 💀

Overall he just wants you to comfort him while he rants a bit about the long day he had, once he’s down though he just wants to cuddle and watch TV with you and maybe even watch some cheesy romantic movies just to laugh and make fun of it!

Hope you enjoyed Anon! Thank you so much for requesting again! I love doing these! <3

[coy-lee]

GLITCH HAS A FIC! MY OFFICIAL ECLIPSE HAS A FIC!

After all this time, I can now give y'all a taste of what my crazy glitch Eclipse is like!

BIG BIG THANKYOU to @afloofwithmultipleinterests and @laughterfixs for writing this big boy with me. I hope you guys enjoy getting to meet him. I know Sun and Moon sure did.

Description: In the boys' loft, there is an arcade machine with a glitch. a sentient glitch. They find a way to visit him, and Sun finds himself at the mercy of someone much more powerful than he could have imagined. Luckily for him, and Moon, this guy just likes to have good old fashioned fun.

Life's All A Game

There had been talk between the two daycare attendants, talk of the box in their little nook. Hidden in their room was an arcade cabinet: Balloon World. There was something special about this box though. The game was tainted by a nasty glitch. Well, not nasty so much as strong, persistent... alive.

Eclipse was the name often given to him by players, a very fitting name as he was a disturbing mix of the Sun and Moon sprites. He liked the name. What he didn't like was the fact that, apart from people playing his game, he was always alone, and even then, not many people chose to play his game anymore. He was moved around the Pizza Plex quite a bit, so the only players for a while were staff members. That was until he was transferred to the DA's quarters. Did they play with him often? No. But they still kept him company. In fact, that talk between Sun and Moon? They were discussing a way to actually visit Eclipse. A few connectors and perhaps one of them could jack into the game and BAM! A FRIEND! Eclipse crossed his fingers and hopped around with excitement as he eavesdropped on the two.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Of course! I hate the thought of leaving him all alone in there, and if this works, then we can visit whenever we want!"

"sigh... Alright... There's no talking you out of it anyway, is there?"

"Nope!" Eclipse could hear the smile in Sun's voice. The little guy was both literally and figuratively a ray of sunshine. He was glad Sun was the one to try first. Kid had some pep in his step that Eclipse could use in his glitch life. Plus there was a little something on his mind that, so long as the plan worked, he would just have to try out.

"Here. Have a seat and I'll get you plugged in..."

"Okie dokie!" 

"Hmmm, alright... This gooooes... here..."

"OOOooo...hehehe, that feels funny..."

"I'd imagine hehehe... Aaaaaand this goes riiiiight

 -click- here."

"This is exciting!"

"Okay. Now we just have to use this little doodad to transfer your data and then you two can have a field day..." It seemed Moon was holding a device used to add and repair programming for the machine. Hopefully this works... 

"Ready?" 

"Ready! "

click

Sun felt a weird tingly energy and pull... In a flash he was no longer looking at the box but rather looking at darkness... Darkness?... Where was Eclipse? He was here somewhe-

"Hello!"

"AAAAAAA!" Sun jumped as he heard the playful call of the one he came to visit. Speaking of which, Eclipse was tall... And a lot more intimidating than he was when Sun was outside of the box... 

"Oh! Ehehe... You... Y-you scared me ehehe... "

"Whoopsies! Sorry about that... " he grinned a wide, toothy grin. A chill ran down Sun's endo at the sight of the smile... Moon had a familiar one that often spelled trouble.

"Oh, no worries. I didn't really know what to expect... But it looks like it worked! And where are my manners!? I'M-"

"Sun! Yes, it's wonderful to finally meet you!" Eclipse interrupted, holding out his hand. 

"You... You know my-"

"I know a lot about you and Moon. My game is always on, and so am I. I hear many things. " The grin on his face never wavered and neither did his offered hand. Sun finally took it and gave it a friendly shake. 

"Well, I'm happy to finally meet you! " Sun gave his own winning smile in return…

There was a giggle from the glitch. One that possibly spelled trouble. Sun hoped he was just being playful and totally didn’t have anything planned or anything! 

“Oh oh and I’m soooooo happy to have the company! It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone to play with! You’re the first one in ages!!”

Ages? Gosh he must’ve been lonely…

Well... they were here now! Sun was officially inside the box while Moon monitored things from outside it. Wait- play!? OH HE COULDN'T WAIT!

"OOOoooh!! You like to play!? Ooh! OOOH! What kind of game are you thinking of? A videogame!? A game of tag!? A-a- OOOO  I'm so excited!" Sun beamed, his rays twirling similarly inside of the videogame universe as they would outside, while he bounced in place. Eclipse copied his bouncy nature. 

"OOOOooooh! Oh yes, oh yes, oh YESSSSsss all the fun we'll have! So much to show, so much to see! All the games I like to play are my favorite! Except for the one that's my... most favorite!"

"MOST favorite!? Tell me! TELL ME! What is it!?" Sun exclaimed, still bouncing on his toes. The energy of the glitch changed dramatically, his body stilling and his expression morphing with an intimidating grin.

"One I've seen you and Moon play MANY, many times," he purred. Sun was taken aback by the sudden change in voice and demeanor but was hit with a second bout of whiplash when Eclipse spoke again.

"Well, technically I've only played it with myself, but I've heard that playing it with someone else is so much more fun!" Eclipse explained cheerily. The digital bot bent down to level his face with Sun's, his hat bobbing from the sudden movement.

"Ah! I see- wait.... YOU CAN SEE US FROM IN HERE!?" Sun shrieked with realization. 

"AND hear you! Oh! In fact..." Eclipse cut himself off, and with a snap of his fingers a wall appeared showing a very startled Moon. 

"WHOA! What the... Hey! Wow you really are in there, huh..." Moon rambled. The screen before him had rapidly changed from the starting screen of the game to an odd room with Sun and Eclipse standing in the middle of it. 

"Hellooooo!" Eclipse sang, waving to the nap time animatronic. "Didn't wanna leave you out of all the fun!"

“Um…thanks?” Moon responded, unsure how else to really react to the situation. At least Sun seemed safe…that was the important thing. 

“What…fun?” 

“Yea! What game are we playing?!” 

Eclipse grinned down at the bot, seeing just how much fun he was going to have with the little ball of energy already. 

“Awww you mean you haven’t figured it out yet?!” Eclipse snickered, wiggling his fingers. “I’ll give you ooooone more hiiiiiint. What game are you always playing Sunny?”

Sun chuckled nervously, backing away from Eclipse all the while shaking like a leaf. 

Oh he knew immediately what game that was.

"Wh-w- M-ME!? I couldn't possibly tell you what that could be... hahah..." Sun stuttered out. 

How did he know!? The same way diVo had?? Gosh- how many people overheard their antics!???

Suddenly, A spotlight focused on Eclipse out of nowhere, a microphone appearing in his hand. The area darkened, Sun merely appearing within the light cast off of it. 

"WWWWEEEEEEELLL FOLKS?! Can you tell Sun what time it is!?"

The spotlight fades into new scenery, a bright Gameshow- like area with Eclipse clones as the audience, and other three contestants. In the blink of an eye, the glitch's outfit changed to a sparkly, red sequined suit. 

"It's TIME FOR-"

"NAME, THAT, GAME!" The crowd of Eclipses shouted, as the contestant Eclipses waved to the crowd. 

"Thaaaats right!"

"W-wwhaaaaat?" Sun was genuinely confused... yet intrigued by the abilities Eclipse seemed to have. 

"Whoa..." Moon said in awe, watching the scene before him. This guy was nuts. But he also seemed like the fun type of crazy. Ooohohoho, Moon knew what game this was too. He knew Sun was bluffing, knowing the name of the game as well. This was getting interesting.

“You know the rules and so do I!” The glitch snickered into his microphone. “You name that game and the winner reaps the reward! Are you ready?!” 

The eclipse clones whistled, cheered and applauded. 

“THEEEEEEEN LETS NAME THAT GAAAAAAAME!!”

Sun was teleported to one of the game stands in the row of Eclipses, a buzzer shaped in the form of Eclipse's hat below him. 

Oh boy-

"Noooooooow fooooor our newest contestant here, we'll start out eaaaaasy peasy:" 

Behind the game show host Eclipse, multiple giant cards popped into existence, floating in the air creating a wall of cards. The backs were facing Sun, so he couldn't see what they said. 

"You pick a caaard, any card! The card you choose will have a hint as to what the game is! You only get threeee draws! Every Time you have to draw a hint card," Eclipse comically gestures over to an empty table similar to the constant one he and the duplicates were at, except there were three Xs lining the bottom.

 "A me will appear, and give another hint to the name of the game. Three strikes and you're out! The last eclipse will have to tell you."

Sun, very confused, nodded his head at the rules to this... pre-game that was legitimately fun. Pre-game!? Do those even exist!?

Apparently they do here…

"Now, as our lovely guest~ YOU will be the one in control of picking the cards. So! What'll it be?" 

"A-alright... Um... I'll piiiiiiiick... The one in the top left corner..." Sun responded cautiously. He'd never played a game like this before. And regarding the answer to the initial question, he did know, or was at least pretty sure he did. But if there was a chance he guessed wrong and accidentally gave Eclipse any ideas, then he'd rather just go along with the game show for now... Just to make sure. At the back of his mind though, he hoped it was the game he suspected it was.

"Nice choice, niiiiice choice my good clown!" The red jester code complimented cheerfully, pointing the microphone up to the selected hint card. The card flipped over, revealing a picture of a feather. Sun froze in place, nervous at the image. 

He didn't know this was a VISUAL guessing game, He expected TEXT!

"Feathers are commonly used for this game. Hummmmm I wonder, oh I wonder..." The menace smirked. "Can anyone guess the game?"

The other eclipses pretended to think as hard as they could, one deep in thought, one contemplating briefly, and one glaring at the board in intense, head breaking mind waves, however coming up with zip, zilch, NUFFIN.

"Hmmm.... no one?" The glitch acted almost disappointed.

A glitch clone appeared over at the strike area, smirking over at Sun, wiggling his fingers at him threateningly. The solar animatronic jumped, giggling slightly as he hugged himself.

Oh... oh this was going to either be too long, or too short of a game

Moon snickered. This was actually really funny to watch. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to take very long at all. 

“Thaaaaaat's one strike, dear Sunny! Hehe! Let’s hope your luck gets better! Care to choose another?”

Sun gulped feeling the giddiness in his tummy bubble. 

“Uhm….I-I guess….that one?” He pointed to the middle diagonal from his previous choice.

"Aaaah interesting. Interesting! Let's see what we have here~" Eclipse teased before dramatically pointing to said card. It flipped over, revealing an open-mouthed smile with "HA HA HA" around it.

'Oh no oh no oh no' Sun's mind raced.

"Oooo hint número dos! Laughter is a main component and the ultimate goal of this game," the glitch announced, looking on toward the contestants. The three lookalikes were all scratching their heads while Sun stood there fiddling idly with his finger. He knew this game alright. But should he answer??? Or see what happens when times up???

Moon giggled at Sun's obvious aversion. So, Sun was going to take his chances, aye? Curious to what would happen if no one guessed, he bet. Honestly, Moon was too. This 'Eclipse' guy was a riot. Plus letting this play out would help introduce them to his personality more.

"Aaaaaanybody? Anyone? Anyone?"

Sun was clammed up and just shook his head.

"No one at all?" Crossing his arms with an exaggerated harrumph. Eclipse turned the microphone into a wand, and a giant silver crown appeared on his head briefly. 

"Maybe this Eclipse can spell it out for you, dear!" He spoke as if he were Glinda the good witch, bippity boppity boo-ing the second Eclipse next to the first one. 

The newest Eclipse opened an unspecified bag of chips, opening them to begin to snack... that is, until he pulled out the first chip. 

They were off brand bugles.

Putting the chex-like chips on his fingers he began to play with the chips, tapping his fake nails on the table. The other Eclipse noticed, soon asking for some of his own-

OH NO! 

NOW CLAWS WERE WIGGLING IN SUN'S DIRECTION-

The Eclipse didn't want to eat them, oh no, he wanted to TEASE him with them! 

Sun jolted back a bit, trying to cover his tickle spots, a blush painting itself across his cheeks. Moon watched in awe, taking notes possibly.. Sun could NOT take this man's creative genius-... perhaps Moon should take an example? 

"Is something wrong, player number 4?" 

The judge eclipse smirked, now back in the previous game show attire. 

"N-no, everythings fine. I'm just- very confused!"

Moon snorted on the outside of the arcade machine. One of two things would happen. Either Sunny won the game, or Eclipse did... This felt VERY familiar but Moon couldn't seem to put his finger on it... hmmm...

Eclipse batted a hand lightly at the statement.

"I see... are you suuuuure you can't guess it?" Eclipse suddenly materialized in front of Sun, leaning closer and closer into his face with every emphasis. "Are you absolutely positiviley EXCRUCIATINGLY sure??!" 

Sun tilted his head further and further back every time the glitch got closer, stopping a little past his shoulders. 

"...yyyyyyeessssss?" 

Eclipse disappeared, reappearing back in his original position, purple dust falling at his feet. 

"Yes, yes, yess... I do apologize for my eccentricity," He playfully said in dramatics before speeding through his sentence like an auctioneer. "Being cooped up in here, alone watching from the outside in can really do a number on a glitch- ANYHOO!"

Eclipse outlined the bottom of the giant screen with the microphone. "Your laaaaast card! If you can't guess the game after this card, you lose... and that will determine what happens in the game in question"

"Uhhhh..." Sunny was practically radiating giddy anxiousness. What card? What card- WHAT CARD!?

"UHHHHHHHH- th-thaaaat one?" Sun pointed at the card directly in the center of the board. ... surely it couldn't be as teasy as the rest of them, right? 

Right??? 

The card flipped over at eclipse's command... revealing a picture of Sun with an arm arched over his forehead, like a stereotypical damsel in distress. The bottom of the card contained a sentence with a blank. 

'Oh no, don't _____ me!'

It said, ... 

Oh STARS.

Why was that an image on the cards?! HE WAS BEING CALLED OUT!!

He gulped and shrunk back shyly. Eclipse looked among his contestants with a wide grin. 

“My my, still no answer? Seems I’ve stumped everyone!” He looked to Sun with that same devious grin. 

“What say you Sunny?”

“Uh-um…I…”

Moon unconsciously drew his face closer and closer to the screen. 'Ohohoh Sunny What are You gonna say?'

All of the Eclipses had their eyes trained on the solar bot. All eyes were officially on him.

"I...I-I...p-pass?" Sun squeaked out, shutting his eyes tightly.

A comical 'WAMP-WOMP' sound effect played as the host's faceplate turned into a giant red 'X' for as long as it lasted. 

"I'm teeeeerribly sorry there friend, but it appears you're out of turns!" 

Eclipse flashed Sun a sinister smile, soon facing towards the game screen. 

"WEEEEELL there ya HAVE it Moon! That's game!"

Moon lightly gasped, backing away a bit. Eclipse could hear him right now-right now!?

"You... can hear me?"

"Of couuuurse I can, clear as day, and Sun can too. At least he will after losing!" 

He leaned a bit further towards the screen, closing his voice range off with the back of his hand. 

"Or is it winning since there's a prize for him in the end?" he whispered. 

Before Moon could respond, the 'camera' flashed to the last X-Eclipse as he made his way to the strike podium, who soon decided to- split his arms off into...

I-into..

Two pairs.

The crowd of eclipses disappeared, leaving only Eclipse, and the strike-Eclipses in a VASTLY different area with Sun by their side... at least for the time being.

Sun gulped. Was…was what he thought was gonna happen actually going to happen?! What was it with everyone trying to tickle him?! ….not that he minded…at least it was fun. BUT STILL!

“I uh…hehe…that’s a lot of arms you got there friend…”

"Yes. Yes. Do you like them? I can add more" the glitch teased stepping closer and closer to the smaller bot. Sun giggled nervously, slowly backing away. "Where are you going?"

"N-nowhere! J-just... You're makin' me a little nervous is all ehehe..." Sun stuttered out. In a flash, the original Eclipse disappeared and Sun immediately backed into something.

"Howdy, there!" Eclipse greeted once again, smiling widely down at the startled bot and giving him a loose hug. Sun broke the hug, spinning around but finding that the other Eclipses had closed in. He was surrounded.

"I-I-I don't w-want any trouble. Is this all n-necessary? Seems like overkill, w-wouldn't just one b-be enough?" Sun questioned, trying to bide what little time he had left. Eclipse chuckled at the attempt.

"Awww, well maybe if you'd played the game instead of staying so silent, you'd only have one of me to deal with~" the glitch explained, his voice changing for the second half of his chide. He punctuated his words with wiggling fingers poised in the air.

"EEEEP!" Sun squeaked covering his eyes. Those teasing fingers before him were too much to even look at.

Eclipse chuckled a bit at the unexpected nature of his new playmate, this was turning out to be MUCH MORE fun than he expected! He didn't know what Sun was thinking, nor how he'd react to certain spots- at least, from what he hadn't overheard from the daycare. 

This was going to be VERY interesting... 

Eclipse firmly, but gently raised Sun's arms above his head using two of his clones. The two clones in question held the arms with two arms each from two different pairs,  holding his wrists and forearm. 

"Silly thing, your hands aren't supposed to be here, they're supposed to go up here!" Eclipse teased. 

Sun gasped before squealing out at the action. NO! His arms were raised so effortlessly- this was NOT fair at ALL. 

"WAAAAaaahahaahahait!" Sun snorted out, already anticipating what was to come. The Eclipse's stuck to crowding his sides, but leaving room for the bot to breathe. 

"Hmmmmm?" The Eclipses' paused hands floated just over the spots they were going to attack. One pair of arms floated over his sides, another over his tummy, his ribs, and, of course, his underarm joints. 

"EEEHEHEEK!! Ohohonooo- uhhuhuh- kkheehkkk aren't you going to-?"

"Only when you give the okay! I may be a glitch, but I still follow the rules! (mostly). Is this okay Sunny-boy? Or should we take it down a peg?"

Sun gulped nervously. Oh now he was gonna make him ask for it?! He wiggled in place, anticipating wiggly fingers at any moment. 

“I-I uhm…ehehe…I’mfinewithit!” He blurted out quickly. It only made the glitch grin wider at the little sunshine. 

“Ohhhhhh?? What was thaaaat, Sunny? I didn’t QUUUUUITE catch what you said there!” 

Sun let out a whine. “D-don’t make me say it…”

"Awwww, I'm not making you say anything. That's completely up to you! Unless... You're only saying that because you're too shy to say something. DON'T WORRY! We're all friends here, right!?" Eclipse asked, looking back through the glass screen showing Moon. That once again startled Moon, but he was very invested in the scene before him. It felt like a 4th wall break everytime, though. 

Sun cheeks began to heat up again. Oh he wanted to hide his face so badly! But he couldn't. He was stuck, stuck seeing those fingers tantalizingly close and the big goofy grin stretched across his newest friend's face. Underneath everything, the guy seemed genuine. He just had a rather eccentric way of showing it... But he did seem to care about Sun's comfort nonetheless.

"W-well... You can.... can t.... t-ti... tickle me-"  Sun struggled out, immediately snapping his mouth shut again, eyes closed tight and cheeks red as cherries.

The Eclipses collectively grinned wider at that, the fingers now slowly wiggling down to the surface of their targets. Sun's rays picked up speed, spiraling like a pinwheel in a tornado. 

"Tiiiiiiickle tiiickle-" 

They touched down, picking up speed, wobbling and prodding the tickle spots with vigor. 

"TICKLE"

The reaction was instant, Sun tried to hold it in with red, puffy cheeks, but it lasted for only a second before a squeal cut through the internalized snorts. 

"BWAAAAAHAHAHA!! EEEeeehehehahaahaEEEEE!!!"

Moon playfully smirked at the screen, eyes filled with evil intent. He couldn't join in tickling him, 'don't ask to, you would be intruding…' 

But he could tease! 

... as long as he wasn't being a third wheel... again.

"Is something wrong, Sun?" 

Oh that MENACE-

"It doesn't tickle does It? Awwww... poor thing"

“YOU-YOOHOHOHOHOU SHUHUHUUUUSH!” Sun cackled out, squirming in place as multiple fingers attacked him. 

The original eclipse snickered as he looked right at Moon, the tickling never lightening for a moment. 

“Hehehe! Did you want to join?! It’s more fun with EVERYONE!“ 

Moon blinked at the question. He couldn’t possibly…

“Uh…j-join?”

"OF COURSE, It is my game after all~" Eclipse informed with a grin. He and his clones paused their play while Eclipse worked his magic. 

"Bippity boppity boo,

Now you can play the game too~" Eclipse sang. The screen momentarily glitched out before clearing up again. The perspective had changed, though. Moon's view had a close up on the scene. But the oddest thing was the two feathery icons on the screen. Moon caught on immediately, playing with the joystick and finding that he could indeed control those feathers. He tapped at the buttons, observing how one flicked the feather on the right and the other button fluttered the one on the left.

"OHOhoho you're a fast one, aren't you! AhahaHAHA! No need to tell you twice!" the glitch teased. Sun's eyes widened at the sight, and he began to wriggle around.

"WAhahaiheeheeheet! I'm nahahat reheheheheadyheehee!" Sun giggled in anticipation, shaking his head. But contrary to his words, his rays were spinning happily.

"Not ready!? Well I ain't gonna wait here all day!" Eclipse teased, wiggling his fingers like the menace he was. Oh he wanted to start already, Sun and Moon did too, but Eclipse was addicted to these little games. If Sun was going to be stubborn, Eclipse was going to play along.

"Buuuuut if you say so!" He exclaimed, all Eclipse's putting their free hands behind their backs. 

'Dirty trickster' Moon thought to himself. He knew full well Sun couldn't STAND moves like this. It forced him to admit something that was still embarrassing to admit no matter how many times he said it out loud.

"WAHahahit- nohoho I mean-" Sun squeaked, and snorted before playfully groaning. "Dohohon't stop! That's not fahair!!" 

.... did he just SAY THAT!? 

Shocked by his own words, Sun's whole face turned a bright orange. 

tartar sauce... 

"Oooooh! Hear that Moon and Eclipses? So EAGER! It's absolutely impossible not to tickle a ray of sunshine so willing~."

Moon chuckled beyond the arcade box, equipping the stick in one hand, and leaving the arcade buttons to his other.

"I agree. Wouldn't want to keep him waiting!" 

The Eclipses finally put those multiple arms with wiggling fingers back to use, touching down on Sun's tummy, ribs, and arm joints starting slowly from the wrists down. Moon on the other hand flicked those feathers across areas the Eclipses hadn't managed to touch yet. His rays, his buttons, his cheeks, and his neck. The feathers that lightly swirled and plumed gently over the ticklish spots, versus the much more bold tickling from eclipse made Sun chortle and snort up a storm.

"KYAAAHAHA- SNORT snort SNORT! EEEEHEHEeheheheahaha!! NyHohoHOHOMYSTARS! IHihiHit TiHIHIckles!!"  Sun couldn't help but state the obvious as he endured the playful attacks. He stomped his feet as the joyous music of his laughter filled the air. 

"Heheh- really now? We had no idea!" Moon replied, sweeping the feathers at his knees down lower. 

Moon could tell his friend was having a BLAST! However there were a couple of spots he and the Eclipses hadn't covered yet... 

"Oh dear oh dear oh dearie me..." The original Eclipse said, starting to lighten up the prodding on Sun's tummy, vouching to swirl an index finger around the entire area. "Men, it appears I've found something!"

Eclipse transformed into a pirate version of himself, the three others turning into crew members, buccaneers. "Where ye be pointing Cap'n?!" 

The other hands started to slow, walking down to the shore that was Sun's tummy, the Cap'n standing right infront of Sun's dent. 

" 'X' marks the spot, me harties!" With that eclipse drew an X over Sun's dent, causing him to let out a gleeful yelp.

"WAHAHAIT!! BUHUT- mUhuHuh TuhuhummEEEHEHEEE-"

"Ohoho! But it be not the tummy we're after!" Captain Eclipse of the Great Glitchbeards proclaimed. A single finger scratched and wriggled just above the dent, only causing Sun to arch his back and squeal out. 

"EEP NUUUHUHUHUHUHUUU!" 

"It be this little divot we're after!" Down moved the finger, now scratching into the ticklish dent that was now sending poor Sunny into hysterics.

"AYEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEE-SNORT- AHAHAHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEE! NAHAhao pleeHEEHEASE! TOOHOOHOO TIHIHIHICKLEEHEEHEEHEEEEE-SNORT-!" Sun squealed out, squirming as much as he could. His rays spun wildly along with his laughter.

"Ah! There MUST be treasure lying in this very spot! I can HEAR it! Like the music of a siren" Eclipse announced, looking around at his crew.

"Treasure, treasure, where's the treasure? What's gonna happen when we find that treasure?"

"What's gonna happen is we'll all be rich"

"We'll have giggles to last forever"

The Eclipses sang a familiar kids show tune, tickling the dent, and the area around it.

"EEEEEEEHEHAHAAAAHAHA-SNORT OHOHOKAY- EHAHA- SOHOHOMEWHERE EEHEHEELSE!!" 

The pirate uniforms disappeared, making the Eclipses turn back to normal, and letting Sun breathe, leaving only the light feathers that barely touched. Sun was reduced to mere giggles, his fans cooling his systems as he stayed in his own little version of candy land.

"Somewhere else? Of course of course... after the little star rests we can go somewhere else..  but...  where else can we go...?"

Eclipse spotted the feathers that slowly started to dance over Sun's ankle. 

"Kehehehe- snort- eeehehe... SKSkskshshk... I hahave an ihidea whahat youohou two ahare thihihinking, And ihi have one thihing to sahahay..."

Moon stopped the feathers for a moment, looking at his counterpart, as did the Eclipses.Sun’s rays spun as he stuck his tongue out at his attackers, despite knowing how dangerous it was.  

“You’re all buttsfaces!!”

Moon raised a playful brow. Ohoho so that’s how he wanted to play. Eclipse let out a gasp, three of his crew members covering eyes, mouth and rays. 

“You sir have offended the likes of my great clan! Prepare for punishment!!” 

Off came the slippers

“Your toes are ours!”

"WAIT! WAIT! NOHOHOT THE TOES! NAHAHAHAT MY TOHOHOHOOOOES!" Sun shrieked, desperately trying to kick his legs. The Eclipses were far stronger than he was and lifted his ankles, leaving him in a sitting position in the air. His feet were now fully visible to the devious lunar bot in control of the feathers and left in reach of all of the Eclipses. Sun was in trouble. BIG trouble.

"WAIT A MINUTE! I-I-I MISSPOKE! I MEANT TO SAY, UH... B-B... uhhh... NUTS! Wait... Bots??? YEAH! BOTS! YOU'RE ALL BOTS! SEE?! Ehehehehe, b-bots..." Sun stuttered looking around at the faces of his captors.

The eclipses swarmed like a murder of crows at Sun's bare tootsies, forming back into one being, the only difference was... he kept the arms of the duplicates. "AAAahhhh much lonelier, but so much more SPACE TO BREATHE! Now, where were we? OOOOOOOHHHHH yesssss! yesyesyesyesyeeeesssss!!!!"

One pair of hands gestured playfully at Moon, signaling him to bring the feathers closer to the sensitive canvases. 

"Please, be my guest! I'll come in when he leaaast expects it~" Sun gasped at the playfully ominous threat before the feathers came dancing near.

"N-Now MOONIE! You- d-d-don't need to do this!"

The giant moon looking in from the arcade machine screen gave that oh so familiar evil grin. 

"Oh, no, Sundrop, I INSIST! After all… ,"

The feathers touched GOLD, quite literally so. 

"... we wouldn't want you hidin' those PRECIOUS giggles of yours, would we?"

“EEEHEHEHEEK!!” Sun gave out a squeal, trying everything to kick his legs and wiggle his defenseless toes. 

“M-M-MOOOHOHOOOHOOONIEEEHEHEHEHEEE!! PFFT PLEHEHEHEHEAAAASE!!”

“Please what, Sunny? Don’t you love this spoooot?” Moon cooed.

"IHIHIHIM TIHIHICKLISH THEHEHERE-snort-EEHEEHEEHEE!" Sunny squealed with delight. He'd never experienced  having two devious ticklers working together so smoothly. They'd barely started and were already a good team. And that was bad news for Sun…

The feathers stroked up and down his arches, flipping to the quill of the feather to scribble shapes and letters. Sun screeched joyfully, continuing to wiggle his feet aimlessly, that is, before two of Eclipse's SIXTEEN arms came to hold them still. "Now hold veeeeery very still. This won't hurt one bit!"

"WAITWAITWAITEEHEHEHEE!" Sun cried out at the feeling of being restrained. "THAHATS NOHOHOT FAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAIR!!" 

"Not fair? Not fair?! Not fair tra la la?!" Eclipse snickered. "What isn't fair is you tryin to keep all your tickle spots to yourself! That isn't the point of this game Sunny!" 

"You did lose fair and square." Moon smirked at the wriggling bot. He knew him better than anyone, he was having fun with these games.

Sun thrashed his head around and wiggled his toes desperately. His rays spun rapidly as the playfulness continued.

"OHOHOHO! NAHAHAT THE FEEHEEHEEHEET! NOT MY FEEEEEHEEHEEHEET! I CAHAN'T STAND IT!" Sun shrieked out.

"Can't stand it!? Why of course you can't, silly! You're up in the air! You can't stand at all! Hohoho!" Eclipse was a clever little devil. That's for sure. The response got a giggle out of Moon.

Soon, hands joined the fluttering plumes that were now on and between his toes. The hands worked their magic, scritching everywhere in sight they could find on those bean-paws, swirling, poking, spidering.

Sun cackled as the two tickle monsters kept their focus solely on his toe beans and paw pads. Gosh... this was so much fun! However, every good thing must come to an end, and admittedly, Sun, red faced and rays spinning, was ready to wave the white flag.

"EEEEAAAHAHAAHA- OHO-KEEHEHEEHEE- OKAHAHAY! MEHEHERCEEHEHEE!"

And just like that, it ended. The feathers Moon controlled stopped and moved away. Eclipse's extra arms proofed away, leaving two behind which he used to hold Sun's giggly, shaky form. 

Sun laid there in the glitch's arms, giggling and catching his breath. "Ohohoo...stahahahars..." 

Eclipse wore the biggest grin as he looked over the tired giggle star. 

"Hehehe! Sorry! Hopefully that wasn't toooo far! I know I can be a bit....Much"

"Ehehen-n-NO! Nahahat too much! Eeheeheehee -snort-" Sun giggled, waving his hand, warding away the glitch's concern.

"Ah, good, GOOD! Phew!" Eclipse dramatically proclaimed. He was genuine though. Even under his silly, crazed surface, he had a real heart.

After shaking off his previous anxiety, Eclipse snapped his fingers, making two comfy red and yellow lounge chairs, the inside of the arcade box turning into the equivalent of Eclipse's house. The stylistic choice TRULY described 'Eclipse' letter for letter. 

Moon tried to keep his smile up as he quite literally felt he was watching from the outside in. He really wanted to join the two of them inside the arcade box, sitting in a chair... yet at the same time, could they trust him to let them back out? Loneliness could make even the nicest person do the craziest things, and he and Sun needed to be there for the kids.

"Sit back and relaaaaaax Sun my boy. Would you like something to eat? To drink perhaps? Milk? Spiders? Fizzy-faz? Fazzy-fizz?"

"OOOoooh!!! Milk please!" 

Moon's eyes widened as Sun just seemed to gloss over the 'spiders' option. 

"Of course, one seconnnnnd!!"

Eclipse made a cartoonish dash into the kitchen, pulling out two cartons of milk, and poofing back in front of Sun in a cloud of smoke. 

"Chocolate or strawberry!?"

Sun blinked. That’s not what he expected. 

“Uh-what about regular?”

Now it was Eclipse who tilted his head in confusion, his hat flopping over as he did so. 

“Whatcha mean silly?! This IS regular milk!! Hehehe!!! ….

Isn’t it?”

Sun stared for a moment before doubling over in a new bout of laughter.

"EEHEEheeheehee-snort- N-nohoho, regular milk doesn't have ahany special flavors ehehe," Sun giggled at his host's silliness. Eclipse made a deadpanned stare as he stood there still holding his offerings.

"My life is a lie... ANYWHO, would you prefer this so called "regular" milk?" the glitch offered with a smile. Sun was silently eyeing the strawberry milk.

"A-actually... I've never really had milk before , not really supposed to have fizzy-faz either, whoopsies, but um... could I try the strawberry please?" Sun asked politely. This guy was really hospitable. He just went from tickling him silly to being the master of pampering a guest. Moon looked on longingly, staying silent as he became closer and closer to asking his own question.

"Oooooooone strawberry extraordinaire coming RIIIIIGHT UP!" 

Eclipse spawned and used an extra pair of arms to hold the strawberry milk gallon while in two others metal shaker cups appeared. He poured the strawberry milk in halfway to one of the tins, all the while chopped strawberries splashed in the milk every time he opened the container.

 While doing the parlor tricks he glanced up at Moon who was now awkwardly looking away from the scene. Oh that would NOT do at all.. all guests should feel welcomed!

“Ohoooho! How rude of me! Heheh! Care to come and join us Moon?! This milk isn’t going to drink itself!!”

Moon blinked, looking back at the screen. He shied a bit. 

“I uh…don’t know if it’s such a good idea….s-someone’s gotta make sure Sunny can get out alright when we have to go back and watch over the kids.” 

He probably sounded rude…and probably showed how much he actually trusted eclipse. Which…wasn’t very much…at least not that much…What would he do if he had both of them? Never let them leave?

He wasn't necessarily eager to find out... Eclipse heard the disappointment and the uncomfortable strain in Moon's reply. He conjured up a table to set down his concoction, turning to face Moon directly.

"I know you two take care of the children. I can hear the joy outside, you know... Not only will I get you two back to your bodies without a fuss, but I expect those kiddies to be well taken care of, something I know full well you boys do everyday." Eclipse's face was serious, his voice contrary to his normal tone. That was not lost on Moon.

"O... Okay..." With that, Moon grabbed the extra set of wires and plugged himself in carefully. He held the box he used to transport Sun and activated it again, sending him into the digital world.

Before he knew it, Moon pixelated into existence much similar to how Sun had, now actually BEING in the living room with the group. It was a whole other experience from just seeing it from the screen. 

"Woah..." he looked around with awe, vigorously turning to look at every detail... It was absolutely breathtaking. Chaotic, but cozy. 

The shaker containing Sun's Strawberry Milk Extraordinare or 'SSME', had been picked up by Eclipse before being poured into a yellow boba-tea cup with Sun's face on it. The little Sun face wore pinkish-purplish star sunglasses. Pink ice, (possibly strawberry flavored ice?) decorated the practically sparkling liquid, before being garnished with a strawberry rice crispy treat straw. 

Eclipse handed the handcrafted drink to the solar animatronic, who, in return, looked at it in awe. After Sun started drinking the absolutely DELICIOUS strawberry milk (seriously- HOW CAN HE TASTE IN HERE!?), Eclipse brought his attention to Moon. 

"Okay, YOUR turn Mr. Naptime!" A bar-keep outfit appeared on the goofy glitch with a feint poof along with a mini towelette and yet another Boba tea cup. This time it had Moon's face on it... However, his hat was missing.

 "I.. uhm- w-well... what do you got?"

"Oh I have everything." His head turned around in a circle for emphasis. 

"Everything?"

"Of course! My game, my rules, remember. Watch!"

Eclipse set the Boba cup down on the table before cupping his hands up together.

"Usually I don't let people see this, but since you're sooo very curious, I'll make you two an exception!"

Like magic, green numbers and commands became visible, merging together into the shape of, what do you know, Moon's hat. 

"You just-"

"Made a cookie out of thin AIR!!" 

"PFFFFTT not air, ya sillies, CODE. Again, my game, my rules!" 

With that, eclipse took the cookie in his hand, and examined it. "Hmmm.. seems familiar..." he looked between Moon, and the Boba cup tapping his chin before finally realizing. "OOOOHH sihihilly me! I forgot your santie-claws hat." 

Eclipse magically flung the cookie at the Boba tea glass, making the hat morph into the art as if it had been there the entire time. 

"Now... where were we? AHHHHH YESyesyesyesYEEEEEEES! Your drink?"

Oh... Moon still hadn't thought of one yet. THINK MAN, THINK!!

WAIT-

...

He DID always want to know what a certain blue milkshake tasted like.

"A... blue-moondrop milkshake please..? If it's not too much to ask for, it's really no problem I can take something else if it's too much tr-"

"Woooooooahhh there bucko! Slow your horses," the glitch interrupted with a gentle smile. "Remember, I ASKED you what you wanted, and I will give it to you. Heck I'm making it right now the old fashioned way!" 

Oh... well, that was awfully sweet of him..

"Ooooo your own milkshake?" Sun smirked just a wee bit. Moon did tend to eye when kids bought it. 

"I'm just-" He blushed, slightly embarrassed, "curious is all! How can something blue taste good?"

The sound of liquid frozen delight pouring into a cup snapped Moon's attention away from his embarrassed state... "Voila! Bon apatite mon ami"

Eclipse handed him the drink on a silver platter, for which he took almost immediately, gawking at the talent. 

He gave the shake a giant slurp... and.. 

"AMAZING!" He exclaimed, continuing to drink the drink along with his friend. 

Eclipse giggled like a gremlin at the reaction, making the unneeded equipment disappear with a SWOOP!

He reappeared in his chair, trying to release his pent up energy through fidgeting with his hands. 

The two of them talked to Eclipse for a while while drinking, cracking jokes, creating visual gags, and getting to know glitch overall... 

By the time their drinks were finished, the two seemed to be getting very tired... 

Eclipse knew what that meant, they would likely leave soon.. and if they were only to have visited just this one time, he would still be happy anyone would have known of him at all. 

"Goodness me... sleepy bots?" Glitch tsked, "No if ands or buts, you are GOOOOOING BACK!"

Without warning, Eclipse, one by one zipped their consciouses back into their bodies. Sun and Moon let out gasps upon re-entering their suits, realizing what happened and gently unplugging their cords from the arcade machine. Glitch stood looking at them from the inside of the arcade machine, smiling and waving. Sun and Moon waved back before their lack of energy hit them.

Sun let out a yawn as well did Moon soon after... geez... they really were tired.

Sun stretched before responding to eclipse

"That was so much fun, Eclipse! We'll be sure to come back soon and play with you again." Sun happily chirped. Eclipse tried processing what Sun said.... Come back? Soon? They actually liked him? 

Ding!

Did that mean they were friends now?! Oh... he was OVERJOYED! EXCITED, HYPED! ANY AND ALL of the words COMBINED!!

"Of course of COURSE, my friends. Come back anytime! I'll be here waiting for ya, I promise."

"Yeah... we'll definitely visit you as much as we can. It was nice talking to you, aaaaaand tickling the snot out of Sun with you!" Moon added.

Sun gasped before playfully poking at his Moon's sides. 

"Don't get too cocky Moon! I have fingers and I WILL use them when you least expect it."

Moon giggled a bit, shying away and lightly pushing Sun's hands back.

"Nohohokahay- I'll stohop!"

"You better~" Eclipse warned, digital fingers wiggling at the screen. "You aren't safe from ol' Clipsey either!" the glitch jested. As the bots began to make their way to their charging station, Sun and Moon spoke in unison. 

"Good night, Eclipse."

"Good night boys! Have sweet dreams…" 

The glitch sighed as he watched them leave the room. He was happy… truly happy. After all these years, his torturous solitude was over. 

He wasn't alone anymore. 

FIN