#this got very long sorry :’D

[audinosaur]

seijoh road trip ¡!

(bc i’m on a super long car ride right now)

let’s start with seating arrangements (assume they’re in an suv or something bc those maniacs would not be able to fit in anything small) 

iwaizumi’s driving (i don’t think this needs an explanation) 

matsukawa’s in the passengers seat. always. he’s the oldest sibling so therefore the front seat is his god-given right, sitting in the back is just too foreign for him

(he’d also put together a pretty nice playlist for the trip let’s be honest) 

kindaichi’s also usually a front seater (when he drives w his family), but with anyone else he prefers the very back row. it’s nice and secluded :)

plus he always sits next to kunimi, and kunimi needs the seclusion

speaking of needs, yahaba gets car sick ridiculously easy, so he needs to be next to a window so he can have easy vomiting access

like actually, the slightest bump or turn will make him throw up. 

watari’s right there next to him (he’s the only one sane enough & versatile enough to handle being in the very center of everything)

oikawa’s sitting behind iwaizumi, partially to be a helpful navigator and partially to annoy the fuck outta him

makki’s in the third row. i don’t have much to say about this, he’s just chill. you could put him on the hood of the car and he’d be all “this is cool man”

kyoutani’s in the trunk lol

he’s a trunk guy?? he’d sit back there with his dog and enjoy being away from everyone (plus he kinda hates the feel of seatbelts, they’re too constrictive)

(“that’s kind of the fucking point kyou”)

(“you are literally turning green go puke your guts out yahaba”)

hanamaki is the king of snacks. chips? he’s got em. chocolates? he’s got em. cookies? he’s got em. that boys bag is the equivalent to mary poppins’, the snacks just keep coming

funnily enough he can never remember to bring a phone charger

(chargers are kunimi’s department) 

kunimi’s blasting music/white noise/anything into his earbuds the entire ride. he NEEDS his shit to be charged because he’s not about to listen to people talking (read: arguing) for hours on end

kindaichi’s always the one who had to go to the bathroom immediately after they leave the rest stop

“why didn’t you go back there??”

“I DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THEN-”  

when everyone falls asleep iwaizumi likes to listen to true crime podcasts

the only thing is, watari is physically incapable of falling asleep in cars (i am projecting) so he just has to listen in horror as a narrator describes the most gruesome, bloody murders he’s ever heard

they accidentally left kindaichi behind once at a gas station (it was only for 5 minutes, but he sobbed uncontrollably)

after that they made sure to do a head count at every stop

every half hour oikawa will get bored and make them all play games like i spy, 20 questions, truth or dare (mostly truths), etc. 

cue kyouhaba crawling over the seats to beat the shit out of each other during punch buggy

kunimi’s splayed over kindaichi for half of the trip

so hanamaki will be having a conversation with kindaichi and trying so hard to ignore the fact that kunimi’s head is in his lap and the former is combing his fingers through the latters hair 

oikawa switches out to drive so that iwaizumi can sleep for a bit, but ends up screaming at some dumb crap another car did and is banned from the wheel (road rage oikawa supremacy!)

kyoutani’s the “are we there yet?” person. every ten minutes he’ll ask how much longer until they stop

when they do stop, he’ll just go run a lap or two. then come back ten times happier than before, he just needs to stretch his legs !!

mattsun will look up fun facts about each place they visit to entertain everyone :) he’ll be very “dad”-ish about it, like “woaahh, listen to this kids” and “jeez louise that’s a cool little nugget of information”

(we need more dorky matsukawa he’s a total fucking nerd sometimes)

he likes to recline his seat all the way back just to piss yahaba off (he moves it back upright but only after making the second year say please)

yahaba practically falls to the ground when they pull over at rest stops. everyone will go get food/water and pee and he’ll still be kneeling on the pavement holding his stomach when they get back

(when i said the guy gets car sick i MEANT CAR SICK)

in between podcast episodes, iwaizumi will look back at all his sleeping teammates (and a mortified watari) and just think about how much he loves his friends :)) 

[sysig]

An eye for a life, unquestionably worth it (Patreon)

[aspecpolls]

Ty for this blog!!!! I'm so excited about it and so happy someone made it :). I can't wait to see where it goes! I have a poll idea that I've been thinking about for a long time but there wasn't a good place to send it until I found you!

For aromantic allosexuals: Do you get frustrated by being lumped in with asexuals, having your sexuality ignored, or the phrase "aces and aroaces"?

I see this a lot; I'm frustrated

I see this a lot; I'm neutral

I see this a lot; I like it

I don't see this a lot; but that would be frustrating

I don't see this a lot; and I don't care either way

I don't see this a lot; but I would like that

Complicated feelings on the matter

Not aroallo / see results

[azalea-bee]

you should tell me abt some of ur hcs for the daycare attendants :3cc

oooh okay!! i love them lots :D i know they’re supposed to be kinda scary but my brain just goes !!! abt them hehe

sun is an arts and crafts master!! i think he’d really love making little hand puppets with kids, and he’s always down for messy sensory play like slime and clay and finger paint

moon is great at making pillow forts with whatever’s on hand, and he tells really good stories too! he does all the voices :]

i think it takes them a while after things get fixed (in this vague “everyone-is-nice-in-the-end” au hehe) to learn to work together instead of fighting and constantly trying to take over, but once they do, they trust each other a lot and get way better at handling the daycare

i think sun is really good at handling things like scraped knees and homesick kids, while moon is great with tantrums and squabbles!

ie, sun is very comforting and friendly, good at distracting kids from what’s bothering them..while moon is more calm and firm, able to talk things through and work out a solution

on the flip side, sun can get a bit too strict or worked up about bad behavior, and moon doesn’t always know how to help with big emotions. which is why they take turns as needed once they learn to trust each other!!

they love doing little performances with kids!! puppet shows, dress-up runways, talent competitions, plays..they are performers at heart and get very excited when a kid suggests something along those lines

i think they’re very good at tag too. for obvious reasons skdjdj but not in a scary way this time, they make obstacle courses using the daycare play structure and extra foam pieces, and have races and games of freeze tag!

ok that’s all my brain can think of rn. thank u for giving me an excuse to ramble abt them!! <3

[penname-artist]

rahh guess whose bored and also back

[martyrbat]

I NEVER ANSWERED THAT ANON....

[ssreeder]

Quon: I’m a reasonable captor, so I apologize that your were assaulted under my watch

Zuko:

Quon: Anyways I’m going to excessively drug you and break your fingers as punishment

Also don’t tell me the reunion will be happy one when Zuko’s being held captive by Long Feng. I KNOW what happened to Jet in canon when he was captured. You’re scaring me

On the other hand, I was kind of expecting Shen to be killed in chapter 3. So at least he’s alive (for now)

Hahaha, you have nailed the Quon mindset & I love you for it.

Oh yeah, Jet did NOT have a fun time with Long Feng & based on Zukos reputation with captors… I don’t see this going very well either. :D

Shen is living on borrowed time, he absolutely should be dead by now ;)

[oddthesungod]

No no no no no, you're going to cause me to fall into a new ship😭 I don't even know the name of this show, I just watch it sporadically over my boyfriend's shoulder sometimes. I don't know what DND is exactly, but I can feel a hyperfixation coming on centered around this show and your art, both of which are so damn captivating to look at. And I was already thinking 🤔 that elf guy is cute and the short king is vibes, now I have to learn names. Thank you, respectfully with tears. (Jokes aside, I hope you are doing well ☺️ and very much love and appreciate your art. Okays bye✌🏾)

ASJDHA, well I know if anything I'm real good at infecting ppl with rare ship bugs, so you're most welcome!

The name of the show is The Legend of Vox Machina!! You can watch it on Amazon Prime, season 2 just came out!!!!! I really really really REALLY cannot recommend it enough, it's asolutely amazing. It's based on a real play campaign that was streamed some years ago by the Critical Role gang, it's the campaign that started it all really, it's real fucking good. So after having watched hours of them playing those characters with only my imagination to picture how it all went (since, y'know it's D&D so it's just a bunch of nerds sitting around a table role playing lmfao) seeing it FULLY ANIMATED is just........... magical!

As for the characters I've drawn, the elf is Vax'ildan, he's a half-elf!! and the shortie is Scanlan Shorthalt, he's a gnome bard and I love them very much, they have a really fun dynamic and season 2 gave them a lot of mutual character development I'd been looking forward to! <33333

[aldieb]

nvm braindrugs worked and we r initiating snuggle phase 1. genuinely can’t believe that this was the cat who was completely frozen in place for 15min when i met him in the little room at the shelter

[makerscockandballs]

@tarakau bestie I saw your ask and accidentally put it in my drafts, gone forever..... but you asked about the Mage Dilf!! i could talk about him for days but i’ll try to stick to the main stuff (also you gave me motivation to add a little color to this old sketch and put it here!)

So, Maison Surana:

Is about 50 during Dragon Age Origins, below average height, Primal Mage+Arcane Warrior with sword and shield.

Shows hardly any facial expressions and talks a bit flatly. He used to force himself to emote more, but the mental effort of that is too exhausting to him. Close friends end up learning how to read his subtle body language, like a little shrug when he makes a joke.

Very very dry deadpan humor that is often mistaken for serious statements. If you actually listen to him he's hilarious.

Sort of sauntered into the role of Senior Enchanter, teaching about his biggest strength, primal magic, and trying to keep the mages under his wing out of trouble/hiding their missteps to keep them from getting abused or killed. Never coddling them, though.

Was known to be a tough but fair teacher, highly respected and exuding authority, but had a tendency to overwork his students. Not maliciously, mind you, he just wanted to help them survive the Harrowing (back when he was Junior Enchanter) and the circle, in his own way.

He got his facial scars when he tried to defuse an argument between an apprentice & templar and was attacked by the latter in the heat of the moment. The templar got away with a slap on the wrist, the apprentice killed in the ensuing fight. Maison lost almost all sight on the right eye. Luckily his right hand arm. man (& silly rabbit) is Zevran who keeps close watch on that blind spot during battle. Sigrun picks up that responsibility in Awakening.

After Broken Circle, a certain templar's corpse was found with a dagger in the eye. Totally unrelated, Maison always swears. With a little shrug.

The further he got from the circle, the more he started to live. Everything post-Ostagar is just the Maison Going Ham arc; getting to wield his skills without restraint, falling in love deeply and earnestly with Zevran "Dilf/Gilf Hunter" Arainai, protecting fiercely instead of hiding his loved ones from danger, speaking his mind without thinking of the consequences, just letting loose overall.

Anders and him have a weird but close dynamic during Awakening since Maison knew him ever since he was taken to the circle. Maison forever sees that troublemaking teenager when he looks at Anders, while Anders still half-expects Maison to give him a scolding or homework. (Occasionally, Maison does criticize Anders' spellwork in the same tone as back then. Some habits never die.)

Should be put in a hot scented bath with a cup of tea and nobody to bother him

[vazaez]

that’s not very cis of you

BYE🛌

It's complicated alright 😭💀

[yersina]

I just drop by to say, i love your AU fic Yoojin. But i have to ask, what do you of a situation of Yoojin got a skill like Riette and Noah after he Kills/Slay Lauchitas? Dragon!Yoojin with rapid growth and rank up from F rank to S rank... i just think it's interesting tought.

Ahhhh thank you!!! Happy to hear that you enjoyed (❁´◡`❁)

Hmm, what do I think of a dragon!yj w a skill like noah and riette’s? On the one hand, I absolutely LOVE the idea of dragon!yj. I love dragons. Period. Dragon with wings? Yes. Noodle dragon? Yes. Dragons are my weakness. Hell yes I’m on board w dragon!yj.

On the other hand, w yoojin as the protagonist, a story that centers around the idea of him getting stronger through this skill of his kind of reminds me of solo leveling…? From my perspective (in terms of the kind of story I could see myself writing), it would inevitably kind of devolve into yj focusing on himself and getting stronger in a physical sense, and since he’d need a motivating factor to get him from F- to S-Rank that’s not a homicidal older sister, I could see it leaning really heavily into his inferiority complex and wanting to prove himself worthy of yoohyun? Def a lot of potential for angst, either way. I think if that’s the kind of progression you want out of the concept, then that’d be perfect! But the appeal of sctir is not necessarily in its similarity to solo leveling haha so I’m a bit conflicted.

But! I don’t think you’re confined to that kind of story. Maybe if you leaned into the hoarding aspect of dragons instead, and it’s about yoojin collecting his hoard of precious humans and nurturing them to be the best that they can be…… Protecting his hoard from harm…… Providing for them…… mmmmm…… But then we’ve circled right back around to canon lmao

Idk! Lots to think abt, def very interesting

[momijiba]

What do you think about my portrayal?

( anonymous ) said.. 🤙 x 100 = can you teach me how to portray my muse that well?

jdsfkjndsk i have no words... they only thing i do for my muses is very deep and thoroughly research. like i went back to rewatch cutscenes of kazuha's story quest, irodori festival and golden apple archipelago. i call this character study and i know it's not for everyone. i also like to portray him as close as possible to canon but also add my own flavour to it... if that makes sense. but what i want to say is that not one muse is bad... for example my kazuha is different from all other kazuha muses (not saying that im the superior one sajhgdfjhdsb omg no!!) i love reading how others take on kazuha... how do they write him??? it makes me itch and get creative. anyway when it comes down to it.... write your muse how you see them. are they close to canon, GREAT! are they not close to canon, GREAT! not one portrayal is wrong in my eyes. if people say that you should portray a character like this and that then those people should rp themselves instead <3

[jeoseungsaja]

When he hears the sirens, the Black Knight knows his cue to disappear. ANACHRON knows it’s their cue too, slipping back into the shadows, yet again. Dammit, he was so close too! And yet, his first instinct isn’t to run. But rather, when he realizes a certain detective is within the vicinity, ready to fight his way into the circle, the Black Knight's first instinct is to grab that detective’s hand and then run. Never mind the ache building in his leg or the protests on Hyuk’s part, the important part is that he gets Hyuk as far away from both ANACHRON and the police as possible. Hyuk might be familiar with the Gangnam Police, but even he cannot hope to get away without repercussion should they find out he shares a connection, however minuscule the thread is, to the Black Knight.

The Black Knight only stops once they’re in an alleyway. It’s in one of the more rundown parts of Itaewon, which is also where the Black Knight’s base is located ( Rook is not going to be happy- what if the detective starts poking around here too? ) .His leg is aching. And his side stings from a bullet graze. And yet he forces himself to stand tall, sword still unsheathed. The sound of metal dropping against the cobblestone barely registers.

“You really don’t listen, do you? Keep loitering around these spaces and you’ll be lucky to get out in one piece. Is that what your friend would want?”

Letting go of Hyuk’s hand ( they haven’t done that in years ), he turns away to make his escape, only to pause. Why does his vest pocket feel empty- panic floods in. Where is it? He couldn’t have dropped it, that’s never happened before, and- the Black Knight whirls around.

It’s Hyuk, picking up his POCKET WATCH, the one Felicity gave Patrick all those years ago.

Patrick’s stomach drops.

And without thinking, he lunges forward, snatching his watch out of his dear friend’s hands. The watch dangling between the two of them, Patrick stares at Hyuk in bewilderment. And fear. Hands shaky, he shoves it back into his coat pocket. Patrick turns away.

“You’re lucky this time. Next time, I’ll stab you.”

( HI ALEX!! SO THIS PART OF THE INBOX CALL :DDD pls don't mind me flood u with a few unprompted asks sjdkflsj, but also...so hyurick in black knight verse?? I went overboard and basically he was one step forward, two steps back 🙃, but also feel free to ignore this if you think this doesn’t fit!! Have a wonderful day and care you lots!! <3 )

@ofgentleresolve ♚ hyuk didn’t get stabbed but i did...right in the heart--

♔ ———–

    Sirens roar and even its incessant bellow is not enough to push him away from the scene. It should, shouldn’t it? After all, he’s been nothing but a menace to the police, who already have sent him away previous times with a warning (as well as with long, tired sighs from the detective currently handling the cases Hyuk would officially and legally take care of, once upon a time). Tickets of caution can only last for so long and one day he’ll face the real danger by being dragged behind bars for obstruction and suspicious activity. No matter how careless Hyuk’s gotten now, he cannot afford to go to jail, for that’s precious time he cannot waste by simply counting the days until a release. All minutes, seconds --- they should be dedicated to find out the truth.

   The truth about his best friend’s death.

    Still, he takes a step forward, toward the smoke; swirls that seem all too familiar at this point. There are spots of dirt on the detective’s skin, as well as cuts that might heal if he lets them be; a victim of his own heedlessness. The adrenaline in his veins does not let him feel the exhaustion, or the way the open wound on his forehead burns. He steps into the fog and as he tries to adjust his vision, he’s unexpectedly yanked by a gloved hand. 

   His first instinct is to tug back, but his palm is well-adhered to the other’s fingers, as if knowing he’d fight back. A frown; long legs unwillingly bend toward this uncharted territory whilst trying to see who has him under their grasp. 

   He’d recognize that top hat anywhere.     The all-black attire.     The high collar of his coat.     The sword shining under the bashful moonlight. 

   “Yah, let me go! Let me go!”

    But the Black Knight won’t relent, will he? Oddly enough, that’s something they both share: Thick stubbornness. While one pushes, the other tugs...but, ironically enough, they keep colliding onto the same paths; onto the same places. 

     Growls of protest echo through, gaze registering the surroundings. What is this place? It looks dilapidated, with paint peeling off the walls and buildings resembling an ancient world long forgotten. A rundown neighborhood, a side of town not many would care to look at. It seems the Black Knight is aware of desolated spots, for he walks as if he’s utterly familiar with the surroundings. Not even him, who’s well-versed in pinpointing several streets due to years of patrolling and case-chasing, would think about heading to this place. 

     Why did he take them there?      Is it a simple detour, or should it mean something?      Hyuk cannot allow any details to slip away. 

     “I’ll break your arm if I have to, is that what you want? Because I will break---” 

     Finally, fingers get harshly unlatched from the strange warmth of cloaked hand when the Black Knight loosens his grip. Hand turns into a fist, nostrils flare at the unwanted scolding, jaw tensing at the mention of his friend. 

     “What do you care, huh? Who do you think you are? Stop using my friend as an excuse to make me reconsider. He’s not here anymore. The one who used to think things over isn’t here either.” 

     Pieces of him decayed when Patrick passed away, like a sunflower that no longer has the sun by its side, or a shrub of forsythias losing its color because the healthy Earth has open cracks of dryness; wounds that remain and never really close. Parts of Hyuk died when his best friend did, or perhaps they’re deeply buried somewhere he blocked from memory so he’d never find them. After all, the one who could retrieve them is no longer living, so why would Hyuk want them? 

     “You don’t listen either. I told you to never come back again with your warnings and needless advice, remember? So why do you keep---” 

      He, indeed, does not let any details slip.       His ears take note of a sound; a descent.       Metal colliding upon cobblestone.       Once shy, the moonlight becomes stronger in that alleyway.       It guides him, lets him know there’s something on the floor.        A watch. 

     Silence. The detective bends down; catches watch’s circular body with his palm and thumb; chain feeling heavy between his fingers. He stands up and some of his steps falter when keeping his gaze glued at the item --- not because he’s not watching where he’s going, but because he knows this watch. The details on the tightly shut cover, they look worn, as if fingers kept rubbing and grazing to the point of getting edges blurry, but they’re still there, staring back at him. 

     Patrick’s watch. The one Felicity gave him years ago. This one and his dear friend’s look exactly the same. The only difference is that the one on his hand has suffered due to the hands of time...but the same thing would’ve happened to Patrick’s watch if he was still alive, wouldn’t it? All items, no matter how precious, start to show signs of wear after years of usage. Much like the mandarin duck plush he still keeps somewhere in his apartment. 

     Eyes lifting, he sees the Black Knight’s back. His hand tightens around the watch. And he remembers, he remembers he couldn’t find Patrick’s pocket watch under all the rubble when he went to London to see the chaos himself. He remembers that the evidence never showed any pictures of that watch, not even signs or traces of charred metal or clock’s hands and numbers bent by the merciless waves of fire. He also remembers that this was one of the factors Suki considered suspicious when Hyuk commented about it. 

    And if this is, indeed, Patrick’s watch, how did it end up here?     In South Korea.      Under the Black Knight’s shadow. 

  Speechless, he witnesses the vigilante suddenly whirling around. He’s forgotten something, hasn’t he? The watch is still on Hyuk’s hand, but he’s too stunned to react quickly; his own fingers trembling as palm shows the other what he’s found. 

   “How?” 

   But he gets no answer. Not a verbal one, at least. The watch sternly departs from his grasp; gazes locking. Is the confident brown of those eyes hesitating? Is the smug Black Knight scared? The detective is trying to learn as much as he can, even if the high collar of the other’s coat doesn’t let him see if lips are twitching or not, even if the mask might cover a widened expression. His eyes. Hyuk’s slowly learning to decipher them.

    And the Black Knight’s hands. They seem unstable.

   “Where did you get that watch?” 

   Hyuk reaches out, tries to stop the vigilante from leaving, but his hand only catches air. 

   “No, no, you have to---where did you get it?!” 

  The detective starts to run after him, but it seems the vision of the watch causes him to have a million and one thoughts; a trigger of a lack of balance. His hand lands on a brick wall; jog halts.

    He starts to get flashbacks of Patrick showing him the watch for the first time.      His face of happiness when he says that Felicity gave it to him. The love of his life.     He remembers the times Patrick takes the watch out of his pocket, just to fondly stare at it.     A precious memory of someone he unfairly lost.     He takes note of the echoes of his voice, and they seem so near, yet so far.      Like he’s watching all of this through the grainy screen of a television.

    A groan; dizziness kicks in. He presses one side of his body to the wall, breathing in and out. This isn’t the time to disconnect from the world, Lee Hyuk. Everything around him looks blurry; the wound on his forehead starts to remind him of pain. He slowly slides down in an attempt to sit down, gather his senses so he can at least return to the office without a hassle. 

    Jae-Hwan and Suki must not know about this.      They might suspect something is going on already, though.     He up and left without saying anything, like he usually does.     That doesn’t mean they don’t worry...they always do. 

    The fire. The charred wood; the strong scent of burnt.      Whoever started it knew what they were doing.     Nakamura’s voice invades his head now.     They wanted you to think the fire was accidental.

     I couldn’t find any signs of his watch. Why? He kept that watch with him at all times.

     All the models of watches in existence, and the Black Knight had to have that one. A pocket watch, nonetheless. Something that a lot of people don’t use frequently these days. 

     God, he has to stop thinking.       He closes his eyes. 

     The last thing he sees is the distant and distorted view of a battered clock tower.

———– ♔  

[a-earthssprout]

🌼🐌 @detectiveheizou​ wants to play ! // ( starter call / open ! ) 

OH, HOW UNFORTUNATE IT IS TO LOSE SOMETHING SO DEAR—add another point of misfortunate when this dearly loved thing just so happened to be the tiniest of critter friends. One moment, the friendly ladybug rested happily on Ari's shoulder, seeming patient as Ari politely introduced said ladybug to all the kind Onikabuto in the surrounding area, and in the next, the ladybug was gone with no trace as to where she might have fluttered off to. 

Ari looked on every leaf, searched through every patch of grass on the dirt path, and asked every sweet flower if they might have seen her lovely friend—and much to Ari's dismay, the result was always nothing. Minutes seemed like hours, the situation feeling more and more hopeless as they passed. 

So there little Ari sat sadly, on a bench in the central part of Inazuma city, hoping to be gladdened by the company a beautiful Sakura, its fallen blossoms dancing gently on the evening air. She was a lovely tree, Ari would admit, but even a tree so pretty could not replace the companionship of her dear friend the LADYBUG. The weight of her heart had her gaze lowered, eyes often bright and cheerful void of any positive emotion as they kept steady on her makeshift magnifying glass—a rolled up sheet of sturdy paper with an old piece of glass wedged into the widest open end, though it didn’t quite fit.

Now, this sad magnifying glass worked well enough for Ari to be content, and she would NEVER wish for her trusty one back—if anything, remembering how happy it made the kind Detective on his special day brought a bit of light back to her heart. Though … if she could wish for anything right now … it would not be the return of the proper tool, but rather the help of the most talented detective around … 

And, as if something from beyond had heard an orphan’s silent wish, Ari lifted her gaze to see a familiar red. 

Ari did not hesitate to look twice and be sure; instead, she hopped off the bench and hurried over to him as fast as her little feet could take her—the closer she got, the more she is certain that this IS, in fact, the person she hoped to see. A wish come true! 

" mmm … mr. Dete … te … " Oh, now what was the word again … ? Why did big words always have to be so PESKY at the worst times?! " — de … defe— mister! " 

Knowing that ' MISTER ' was not very clear, Ari only gave one gentle tug to his belt, hoping to grab his attention. When the man would turn to her, he would be met with the saddest set of pleading eyes and a bottom lip that quivered as she readied herself to ask for his help. 

" I … I lost my lll … la … my ladybug, " Ari began, " and I can't fi … find her anywhere! mmm … mister knows how to find all the things … ? " 

" mmm … may mister help me find my ladybug, pl — please? "

[wernerherzogs]

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