#well hey howdy hey!!! ;D

[queenofbaws]

Hey Queenie!!! Hope you're doing well these last few days of 2023 <3 Would you be so kind and indulge me some more LauraMax for this wonderful Six-Sentence-Sat(or)Sunday? Please? 👉👈🥺 Have a lovely weekend!

"M'lady."

It was hard to decide where to look first, be it the hand suddenly outstretched to her or the preposterously suave expression Max was trying to put on, but for the sake of keeping the worst of her laughter contained, Laura picked the former. "That had so better be an ironic 'm'lady,'" she warned, taking his hand and allowing herself to be helped up from the couch, "I don't know how I'd explain to my parents that I had to dump you for saying it seriously...pretty sure your parents would understand."

"Uh huh, funny stuff there, real, real funny stuff, hun," he teased, pulling her close as the kitchen radio played behind them, his other arm sliding around her waist in the old, familiar way that had her forgetting the day's troubles and sinking against him in a heartbeat.

With his hand holding hers, with her head resting comfortably on his shoulder, with their crappy little apartment quiet and still save for the tinny sound of the secondhand radio, they swayed together in the sleepy light of dusk. And when the song began to wane, Laura whispered, "If you were actually trying to sweep me off my feet, this is kinda the time to do the twirly-thing," and Max obliged, both of them laughing, both of them smiling, both of them thinking only of how lucky they were to have the other as their foreheads came to rest together.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[galaeus]

"you can't help yourself, can you?" steve

It's a great question: can she? Help herself when it comes to the dire need to constant put herself into the rather-large shoes she's forced herself to fill for over a decade. Help herself when she ought to accept that she's saved the world as a human who's just gotten lucky in a snap or two. Help herself -- they're two words that, when spoken without additional context, cause every muscle in her body to tense.

"I'm technically still retired," Echo reasons with feigned disinterest to the taller man, crossing her arms over her chest. "And I'm technically not doing anything involved with saving the world. Just..."

The former agent trails off when she notes the homemade uniform peeking from the foot of her couch. She kicks it with her sock, clearing her throat.

"Took up a hobby, Rogers. Retired people do that."

@rejectory

[msvelawciraptor]

Wear your sunscreen, kids.

[tainted-heartz]

Psst, so uh if it's alright....so that fic you wrote about wally with the lipstick kisses you did? Can we do that with howdy pillar please? 🥺🥺🥺 I adore how you write for him and there's nothing for him. To make it work maybe if you can do a good joke for something you just...pay for your items with a SMOOCH!

| OH MY GOD TY FOR THIS REQUEST THIS IS SO CUTE!! |

- you had gotten the idea of maybe buying some new lipstick , it was a light shade of red but you enjoyed wearing it with almost every outfit. today you went to visit howdy as you did usually , he always got so excited to see you and always gives you a small kiss on the forehead.

- you sat with him and talked for a while till you actual went to purchase something but you haven't even brought something for the stuff you wanted..so you got an idea.

- “ hey howdy , love could you bend down here? ” you asked with a small smirk on your lips. “ hm? what is it darlin’ ? ” as he bent down to your height you grabbed him by the collar just to pull him into a kiss. he became bright red as he stared at you , just laughing a bit before you started giving him kisses all over his face.

- “ d-darlin’ you're being so forward! ” he laughed as he closed his eyes , accepting your kisses. “ well maybe because I want to show my love for you. ” you smiled and pulled away to notice all the lipstick marks left on his face but he just looked practically lovesick. “ I ain't complaining.. your kisses are nice , even if you covered me in lipstick. ya even taste like strawberries! ”

[gogobootz1]

The Mentor Pt. 6

Finnick Odair x Reader

Summary: Five more years of victordom have passed, but the Capitol is still throwing surprises at you. This time, in the from of

Part Five | Part Seven

A/N: SURPRISE! This is coming back because I felt like it and some lovely folks left comments recently ♥️ we can blame my absence on this semester, but thank putting off a 14 page final paper for this bout of productivity! (Also I was going for a ranch vibe with this pic? I'll start putting his face back on these soon lol)

Warnings: description of blood

Tears welled in your eyes as you finished dicing yellow onions, and you wiped your face with the back of your arm as you turned to scrape them into the pot. Caesar Flickerman’s voice floated in from your living room, the TV playing in the background so you could keep an eye on the quarter quell special. Count on Caesar to draw the whole thing out, emphasizing the significance of the anniversary and whatnot. You couldn’t help but be curious, though. The last quarter quell had fifty tributes, and you weren’t even alive to see it. You had, however, seen its effects on your occasional drinking buddy, so you were certain this year would be a doozy. 

It seemed Caesar was finally getting to the point as you began chopping a red pepper. He introduced the President, and your hand tightened around the knife as Snow began his address. That voice haunted your dreams, and hearing it at home was far more unpleasant than anywhere else. You did your best to tune him out. That was, until he announced it. 

“As a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, on this, the third quarter quell games, the male and female tribute are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district.” 

Your ears began to ring, and suddenly, you couldn’t hear the rest. Existing pool of victors. Existing pool of victors. Sharp pain brought your vision back into focus, and you blinked to find blood from the backs of your knuckles spilling over your pepper. Though your brain stopped moving, your hands hadn’t. 

You took a silent step back from the counter, staring at the ruined cutting board. Tearing your gaze away, you started rifling through cupboards trying to find a towel. The ironclad grip your dominant hand kept on the knife wasn’t helping, but it certainly hadn’t occurred to you to let it go. Out of options, you shoved your hand under the faucet and watched water carry excess blood away.

Vaguely, you registered the pain in your hand as your water heater got to work, but your eyes stayed locked on the drain. A loud ring of the phone startled you out of your reverie, to the point where you’d launched your still-dirty kitchen knife into the wall next to it. But it pointed you in the direction of some towels, at least, and you snatched a clean one from the laundry basket on the stairs. 

Sat on the second to last stair, you hunched over to wrap your hand. The world felt surreal as you stared at your shoddily covered wound, only looking up when your door burst open. You weren’t surprised to see Darla. Her scraped knees, bloody nose, and breathlessness didn’t shock you either. She probably fell when running over, but you were sure you looked just as frazzled. Grabbing her a towel from the basket, you nudged her with it before she could sit. 

“Answer Finnick.” 

She picked the phone up from the receiver, doing a double take when she registered the kitchen knife. 

“Howdy,” she huffed, licking her top lip and clearing some blood. 

You could barely hear Finnick’s resigned tone from the other end. “Hey, D,” he breathed. “How’s…” he trailed off. 

“Well, there’s blood on the cabinets,” your head popped up when she said it. You hadn’t even noticed the trail you’d left in your wake, “Water on the floor, and a knife in the wall.”

The faucet was still on, too, and you definitely hadn’t turned off the stove. It was a relatively generous assessment from her. 

“Will you put her on?” 

Darla stuck the phone straight in your face. When you grabbed it she reached for another towel, and pushed it along the floor with her foot. 

“Finnick,” your tone was almost too even for the circumstance. 

“Don’t do it,” Finnick warned, knowing you far too well. 

“Save it,” you shot right back, “I know you’re thinking it too.” 

“I don’t have a choice,” he said firmly. "They all have kids. Who would I be if I didn’t?” 

Though Darla was busy cleaning up after your spell, you weren't stupid enough to think she wasn't listening. “You know I feel similarly,” you chose your words carefully. 

Finnick did know, he’d seen what you’d given up for Darla. How you’d put yourself through the wringer for years just to spare her. He had no doubt you’d act just the same now. Only he didn’t want you to. He would’ve hated seeing Darla in there, but he’d be a dead man if you were in the arena with him. Your stubbornness didn’t stop him from making a final plea. 

His soft call of your name cut your heart worse than you’d cut your hand. Suddenly, you could no longer bear speaking to the man who’d been your constant for the past five years. “I’ll talk to you soon. I’ll see you soon, Fin. Take care of yourself.” You stood and shoved the phone back on the receiver before he could say another word. Talking to him, thinking about him, neither would help you hold yourself together. 

You stepped away from the phone, but stopped in your tracks to look at the knife. Some of your blood still lingered. 

“Leave it,” Darla called from the kitchen, “it’s a bold new piece of decor.” She’d taken up interior design in the wake of her victory. You shook your head with a tiny smile tugging at the corner of your lip. 

Coming to her side, you both looked down into the pot she’d taken off the stove. Burnt onion wouldn’t make much of a base. “There’s leftover pasta in the fridge,” you offered, sadly. 

“Yes please,” she nodded quietly. You passed behind her to heat some up, and she settled onto one of the stools at your counter. It took you a minute one-handed, but Darla seemed too absorbed in quiet reflection to care. 

She dug in as soon as you slid her a bowl, but you stopped short before sitting down with your own. She raised a brow. 

“I’ll be back,” you shook your head, taking your dish and slipping on shoes. The wind whisked straight through your clothes as you crossed the street. 

Darby had never been close with you, nor Darla. He was there when she won, and you could tell he was somewhat relieved to only bring home one casket. But you weren’t close enough for him to tell you that, because he wasn’t your trainer.

He wasn’t even there when you’d won. The story was that Darby was too ill. It was true, only the illness was drug induced. District Ten had only one trainer that year. 

The woman who had trained Darby had trained you, and you were the last District Ten victor she’d lived to see. Sam was kind but incredibly sharp. Gentle, yet challenging. Observant and astute, she’d assessed you for all you were and marketed a more palatable version to the good citizens of the Capitol. Beyond helping you survive the games, she helped you navigate the aftermath. Without Sam and without your Nana, you wouldn’t have lasted a month outside the arena. She picked you up and dusted you off again and again like your mother had when you were a girl who thought she was invincible. No time had hurt as badly as losing your first tributes, though, but Sam saw you through that too. 

Before your second try at mentoring, however, she’d died. A horseback riding accident was the official story, but Sam had left the leather watch she loved at your house just before. She insisted on doing the dishes after you’d made dinner, and you later found it by the sink. Sometimes you swore you caught glimpses of her long silver braid. Each time it happened, you opened the drawer of your nightstand to stare at her watch.

Her death hit Darby hard, they’d been the only two Ten victors for a while. He hardly held it together during Darla’s games. Afterwards, he fell apart.

You’d been mentoring with Darla ever since, comforting her with each loss as Sam had with you. But you knew Darby had seen this announcement, and everyone in the district knew what it meant. 

You stood at his door a few minutes after knocking. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you felt compelled to come over anyway.  

A blue eye peaked from where the door had finally opened a crack. You held up the still-steaming bowl as an offering. Darby pulled the door fully open and stalked off into his house. Trailing after him, and closing the door behind you, you noticed how skinny he’d gotten since you’d last seen him. 

“Thanks,” he said, raspy, when he took the bowl from you finally. You could only nod. 

“I’m sorry,” you offered, knowing full-well how little it meant. Darby only sighed and shook his head. 

He shrugged, stabbing a fork firmly into the bowl. “I always had that feeling,” he shook his head. Your brows furrowed in confusion, and he went on, “that it wasn’t over. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it. They own us, of course they’d want us back.” 

His passe tone rattled you. You nervously wiped your non-covered palm on your pants, “Right.” You looked around his dusty home awkwardly, “Well, see you soon.” Trying to leave him in peace and for your own, you made for the exit. 

“I’ll say hi to Sam for you,” he said from behind you, mouth full. It stopped you in your tracks. You couldn’t even look back at him. 

“Thanks.” 

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The months leading up to the reaping were hellish, with you and Darla trying to shed your rustiness. You insisted you both throw your all into prepping for this, but that was mostly a ruse. Volunteering for her had been your plan since the announcement. At the very least, you enjoyed your time at home with her. You hadn’t gotten any calls about trips to the Capitol, and Finnick told you he hadn’t either. At least they were letting you enjoy your last few months alive. 

As Winter went, and Spring too, the day had finally come. Off to die for the second time. 

You zipped the fly on a pair of jeans you hadn’t ever worn. Your stylists had shoved them in your closet a long time ago- since they looked exactly like the ones you’d won in. The head gamemaker your year had a background in fashion, and gave tributes plenty of chances to change dirty or worn clothes in for unique ones.  People loved the look so much that denim had been a brief Capitol fashion trend. You figured it’d send a message to anyone who knew. After all, you’d cheated death in these once, you could do it again. 

You were up early, and since you and Darla had agreed to arrive separately, you took a long walk around your home district. Your long lap, with sights you’d grown up loving and smells you’d always scrunched your nose at, was met with a few pitying glances. Eventually, it lead you to the Justice Building, and you took an extremely early seat. People took their places as the hours passed. 

"Remember, it’s just for show," Sam’s voice rang in your head. It was the last thing she said to you before you entered the arena. 

“Hey,” your head snapped to your right where Darla took her seat. She looked tense. You took her hand and squeezed it, a silent reassurance. It’s not you. You’ll be ok. I’ll miss you. 

The district filed in for the ceremony, unusually unorganized. The only people the Peacemakers were concerned about policing, however, were already on stage. 

Your annoyingly vibrant district escort began the ceremony, and you ignored her for as long as you could bear it. “Ladies first,” you blinked to attention, head held high. This was it. Dug your nails into your palm to stop your hands from shaking. You swallowed. I volunteer as tribute. You willed the words to the front of your brain, hopefully convincing your mouth to form them when the time came. 

But you didn’t have to. She had called your name. You willed your face to remain impassive as you squared your shoulders. You forced yourself to take a proud step forward. Perception was everything here. You couldn’t look weak, not to the capitol, and not to your fellow tributes. 

“I volunteer as tribute!” 

Your well-crafted mask fell with the words. Shoulders sank as you turned to her in shock. Not once did you think she’d volunteer for you. But you could almost hear Finnick’s voice reminding you how similar you were. It was why you got along like a house on fire. Only, this time you had been so recklessly loyal to her you’d miscalculated. And it would almost certainly cost your tribute her life. 

“Darla,” you breathed, quiet enough for only her to heard, and sharp enough for it to come across as scolding. 

She didn’t even turn your way. 

You were escorted straight to the train before Darby could even be picked by default. The new (old) District Ten tributes were escorted straight to the train as well. Only then could you confront your mentee. 

“What the fuck was that?!” You stood in a rage. She walked right past you toward the couches, but you caught her wrist.  

“You don’t get to scold me for saving your life,” she shook her head, and tugged her wrist free.

“Sure I do, when you’ve acted like a fool! It was random, D! We agreed to let it be random!” 

“Oh, that’s rich!” She scoffed. 

“Excuse me?!” 

“You’re still lying! You really think I didn’t know you were going to volunteer for me?” Darla asked, throwing her hands up in frustration. She fell back onto the couch. 

You stepped back, anger fully dissipated. “What?” 

“You hung up on Finnick nearly every time I’d walk in,” she shrugged, “you’re brave not subtle.”

Your shoulders sagged, and you lowered yourself onto the luxurious Capitol sofa next to her. For a second, you let your head fall into your hands. 

“Still,” you persisted, looking straight ahead, “it was going to be me. You didn’t have to-“ 

“I know what all you’ve done for me,” she said simply. You sat straight up, finding her face with wide eyes. No.

“Finnick?” He wouldn’t. 

“Johanna,” she shook her head. Your shoulders sagged. It made sense that Johanna knew, she was almost in the same situation. And you wouldn’t have expected them to keep things from each other, not before they broke up at least. 

“Darla,” you started. Why hadn’t she confronted you when she found out? How long had she been holding on to this knowledge? Did she think differently of you? 

“You’ve been falling on your sword for me for five years,” Darla said solemnly, “it’s high time I took it away from you.” 

Your stomach ached, and tears blurred your vision, “D.” 

She pulled you in for a hug when your voice broke. “You gave me my life back,” she whispered, “I’m only doing the same.” 

You pulled away from her, wiping vigorously at your face. “I won’t watch you lose.” 

She sniffled a wry laugh, “then make me win. Maybe this time it'll stick.” 

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[normal-internet-user]

Howdy hey!!! :D

How are you doing today? I hope you’re doing fantastic ^^

May I perhaps request a silly lil Donnie x reader onshot? Anything fluffy!! Perhaps touch starved reader not knowing how to properly ask Donnie for hugs because of how hesitant he is with physical touch? Or, you could do anything!! I’m happy with everything you write <333

Thank you kindly for your time! Can’t wait to doodle something for you :3c 🔆💛🍋💫

OF COURSE! I can't wait to publish this for you! <33

DARLING DEAREST

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Summary: You want nothing more than to hold your lover, but you don't want to make him uncomfortable. All it takes is a little communication!<3

Warnings: Nope! Just fluffy fluff!

Requested: mhm! By the wonderful @sweaterrat !

No pronouns mentioned!

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Gosh you just wanted to hold him.

You were currently sat across from Donnie as he rambled on about his current project. You hardly understood a word he was saying but he was speaking so excitedly you couldn't help but smile.

You was so cute all you wanted to hug him or hold his hand or- Gah just something!

But you didn't know how to ask if that was ok. What if you tried to initiate something and you made him uncomfortable?

That would make you feel so terrible. So you sat silently, hoping your self frustration was noticable.

But of course, Donnie was able to tell something was off as perceptive as he was.

"Is something wrong, Dove?" He asked, cutting his ranting short, "You look upset."

You shake your head, smiling softly, "No it's nothing just-" you hesitate for a minute, "It's nothing. Now what were you saying about the program?"

Donnie shook his head, rolling his chair away from his desk so he was infront of you, "Something's wrong. I know I'm not the best with feelings, but I read that communication is a key point in a relationship. So what's wrong?"

You sigh, fiddling with your fingers, "It's just- Gosh I don't know how to say this without being awkward-" You groaned, burying your face in your hands.

Donnie slowly took your hands and pulled them away from your face, and you blushed when he didn't let go.

"Then be awkward." He muttered, "I want to hear what you have to say."

"Well... It's kinda stupid-" you say, blushing brightly, then quietly mutter, "Can.. I have a hug?"

Donnie sat there for a moment, as though he was processing your words, then a small smile broke out on his face, and he giggled slightly.

You whined, and blushed harder, "Stop laughing at me you big jerk!"

Donnie shook his head, "No, I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, but that's what you were so nervous to bring up? You wanting a hug?"

"Well, I know you aren't the most comfortable with physical affection, and I didn't really know how to bring it up." you said, fiddling with your fingers, "I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable."

Donnie eyes grow softer, and he smiles, "Darling dearest, I believe we're both at fault here. A lack of proper communication if you will. I don't mind your affection, on the contrary, I like it actually." He blushed slightly as he said this, then continued, "I suppose, like you, I just didn't know how to bring it up."

"That being said, come here!" Donnie pulled you into his lap, and the blush on your cheeks was red to rival all other shades of red. You buried your head in Donnie's shoulder, giggling, and Donnie was thankful you couldn't see his flushed face.

He was flustered by his own forwardness, but he couldn't help but melt into your warmth.

"We should do this more often." Donnie muttered, "You're warm."

"Agreed." You said, grinning, "Wanna take a nap?"

Donnie hummed, and he stood, his arms wrapped around your thighs to hold in place against him while he moved the two of you too his room, where you proceeded to have the best nap of your life...

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Just figured I'd post this before I dissappeared off the face of this website for another week, lol- I hope you enjoy my friend, and I'm sorry I took so long! <3

[williamy3w]

hey howdy, friends!

i drew you two and figured i’d send it over so you can see!

now, technically it’s for the standoff, but since it might be a little late for that, now it’s really just an art piece haha

hope i captured your likenesses well!

WOW! This is stunning! Those are wonderful likenesses, and I love the composition of the thing as well! You got a real eye for design! Thanks a ton!

Also, there is still time! Vote here! We're fallin' behind! Votes end at 11pm Eastern Time!

th is is g orgeous ! i' d sure l ike to lie in a fi el d of f lowe rs wi th t h at d ream boat... bu t t oo ba d yo u di dn 't q u ite g et my h on ey's ha n dso me fa ce. it's lo ve l y!

[roseverdict]

Writing Commissions Open!

Hey howdy hey, guess who's broke and whose brain has latched on to the idea of getting a bike or a trike to get places other than the one (1) coffee shop in walking distance!

YEP. I need to open commissions.

However, I do have at least one thing going for me- I'm told I'm fairly good at writing things! Fanfic things, at least. While I'm not dumb enough to outright go "hey, pay me to write fanfiction," I figure I can at least point out some fanfics I've written that seem to have gone over well as examples of my work, since that's most of what I've got for proof of my skills.

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Hopefully these kind of give an idea of the vibes I'm strongest with, too. Pricing and rules will be under the cut. I do have a target I'm trying to reach here, but depending on how well this goes, I might end up keeping commissions open indefinitely. We'll see. :D

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Things I'm Comfortable Writing:

Original Storylines (Brief primer on the world/characters I'll be writing with will be required)

Things like the pieces shown on my AO3 account

OCs

Y/N-style pieces (both with and without the actual usage of "Y/N")

Mild Romance

Gore/Severe Injury

Body Horror

Whump

Look, if it's in the Danny Phantom phandom and basically nowhere else, I'm probably just fine writing it, despite its intensity xD

Things I Will Not Write:

Smut. There's no shame in enjoying it, I just. Don't.

Incest. Absolutely NONE. Even leaving aside the whole debate about whether or not people should ship incest ships, I would not be able to enjoy writing it, which would make the resulting work of low quality, which would be a huge waste of time for everyone involved.

Pedophilia- specifically, ships with a minor and an adult multiple years their senior. See above. 17yo x 18yo is pushing it, but depending on the circumstances, I might allow it. They aren't exactly in completely different phases of life there. However, I'm in my 20s and don't particularly want to think about or write about kids the age of my youngest brother dating people my age or older, you feel me?

Bigotry presented to the reader as a positive thing. I'm not gonna write your favorite heroic character declaring OOC that minorities are terrible people. If you want something from the POV of a character meant to be terrible, such as someone like Fire Lord Ozai in AtLA, however, I may be willing to write it.

I reserve the right to refuse any commission and not have to explain why. Person-to-person, though, this will likely only come up if someone tries to commission something that crosses these lines and refuses to acknowledge such.

Payment: 5¢ USD per word. This works out to…

$12.50 for 250 words

$25 for 500 words

$50 for 1K words

and so on.

I'll need half the payment up front as a deposit, then the rest upon completion. If, for whatever reason, I fail to write the commission, you will be refunded in full.

If you pay me for a given number of words, I will do my best to stick to it. I will make sure you at least get your money's worth, but if I just can't quite fit the writing into the given limit, I won't charge you for the extra words. Call it 100 words or so of wiggle room.

A commission for a fic 1K or larger that runs 100 words or less over the intended length will not cost extra

A commission for a fic between 500 and 999 words that runs 50 words or less over will not cost extra

A commission for a fic 499 words or below that runs 25 words or less over will not cost extra

A commission for a fic that has enough going on to run over that limit will result in me contacting you to ask for either a scaled-down plot or payment for the extra writing.

I will not consider calling a commission complete until I can hit the target wordcount at minimum.

If it should happen that I just can't make a scene stretch to the full wordcount, but you still want to keep what is written, the words that were not written will be refunded.

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(Talk).

*WELL, I THOUGHT THAT [[YOU AIN'T MUCH OF A TALKER HUH?]].

(Our Deal).

*KRIS, YOU [[SILLIE]] I KNOW YOU'LL COME HERE [[EVERY NIGHT OF THE WINTER]].

*AFTER ALL, YOU JUST ANOTHER [[GOOFY GOOBER]] LIKE ME, RIGHT?.

*[NYHHNYHHNYHHNYHH]].

*BUT ACTUALLY, YOU [[I CAN YOU CAN]]????.

*LISTEN, IN [[THE DEPTHS]] OF CREEPA'S [[BRIDGE]].

*[[A GREAT DEAL]] IS WAITING FOR [[REST OF ETERNITY]].

*A STAR-PRICED

[[DISMANTLED MACHINE]].

*[[IT BEEN DESIGNED BY THE GOOD OL' CLASSICS YOU NEVER SAW (®) 1998]].

*KRIS THAT [[ANOTHER DIRTY QUILLER]] IS OUR [[ONE-WAY OUT]] TO MAKE YOU A [[GOOBER]] TO MAKE ME A [[GOOBER]].

*BEFORE YOU EVEN NOTICE IT WE WILL [[ON A SKATEBOARDIN' RACE IN FRIDAYS]].

*TAKING A BATH IN A [[BOILING LAVA]] WHILE YOU SET ON YOUR [[404 NOT FOUND]].

*BUT HEY, KRIS, DON'T [[PLAYYYiinnggg...!]] YET,

THE WAY IS GUARDED BY A [[A HIGH QUALITY SECURITY SYSTEM]].

*YOU'LL.......NEVER GET THERE.

*BUT WAIT, KRIS, DO YOU SEE THE [[QUIET FLOWERS]].

YOU BEEN AUTOMATICALLY CHOSEN TO BE THE WINNER OF THE GIVEAWAY.

*AS A [SERACH RESULTS]] ILL LET YOU BUY [[SHIKEY]] FROM ME AT THE [[VERY EASY WAY TO DON'T PAY YOUR BILLS]].

*[[C'MON PARTNER]] DO YOU THINK THAT IS A [[CRYPTO SCAM]]????

*I'M [[*=;£*#*]]ING MYSELF OVER HERE.

*JUST TAKE IT AND YOU'LL [[BEEN BLA-BLA-BLASTED AWAY]].

*THAT'S SOUNDS GREAT.

*SO KRIS, [[IT WAS MY PLAN AAALL ALONG]]:

BUY [[SHIKEY]] FROM ME, GET TO THE [[CRYPT]] AND GET ME THE EMPTYCD.

(Our Deal again).

*BUY THE [[PUISSANT]] [[SHIKEY]], GET TO THE BASEMENT AND FIND ME MY EMPTYCD.

*WHOA....WHY I JUST.......DO IT MYSELF??.

*KRIS, YOU [[LOSER]], YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT'LL HAPPEN?.

*THE GUYS WILL.

*THE GUYS WILL.

*THE GUYS WILL.

*THE GUYS WILL.

*THE GUYS WILL.

*THE GUYS WILL.

*THE GUYS WILL.

(About Yourself).

*I USED TO BE NOTHING BUT A MUSICIAN AND PIXEL ARTIST GUY.

*NOW I'M [[QUE DIEU M'AIDE, OHHH DIEU, AIDE OHHH DIEU]] GUY.

*[[THE COOLEST, STRONGEST

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, HANDSOME, DARKER EVER BEEN

HOWZIT GOIN' EYYY?!?!]]

*HAVING A [[STRXNG XDVXRSXRXXS]] WITH A [[EHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH]].

*AND SOON I'LL EVEN SURPASS THAT CURSED [[SOCK ON THE STICK]].

*BUT UNLIKE THAT [[STAR-EATER]] I'M GONNA [[REACH FOR THE SKY]] AND IN THE WAY OF....

[[LIBERTÉ CÉLESTE]].

*SOON I'LL.

*SOON I'LL.

*SOON I'LL.

*SOON I'LL.

*SOON I'LL.

*SOON I'LL.

*SOON I'LL.

*SOON I'LL.

*SOON I'LL.

*SOON I'LL.

*[[404 NOT FOUND]].

(The Knight).

*SPEAKING OF of [THE SHINIGAMI]]

KRIS, DO YOU KNOW THAT THE KNIGHT...

*[[NON, S'IL TE PLAÎT, JE SUIS DÉSOLÉ, JE NE VOULAIS PAS TOUT GÂCHER, S'IL TE PLAÎT, ARRÊTE.

ARRÊTE.

ARRÊTE.

STOPPPPPPPPPPP]].

*TOO MUCH OF AN EXCESS FOR A [[SCAMCAIR'S BIG BREAK]].

TAKE A GODDAMN BREAK..... IN HELL.

(Friend).

*ME.....FRIENDS.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHH.

KRIS, YOU AND ME, ALREADY [[HOWDY PARTNERS]].

*WE DON'T NEED ANYONE.

WE DON'T NEED [[BONELYS]] OR [[COWKIDS]]

*WE DON'T NEED A [[WEIRD CHILD]] A [[BROKEN MASCOTS]] OR A [[EDGY HITMEN]] AT ALL

*THAT'S RIGHT.

WE DON'T EVEN NEED GRIMM.

*.......

*..................

*...................GRIMM.

*HAHAHAHAHAH, KRIS, DON'T TRUST [[ANYONE WHO IS LOOKS LIKE A REINDEER]].

*THEY ARE A CRIMINAL I TELL YOU, A CRIMINAL.

(Fear).

*WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?? ACCORDING TO MY KNOWLEDGE, THERE IS NOTHING TO BE [[SPOOKWAVE]]'D.

*EXCEPT ONE THING.

*...

*...........

*........ can anyone hear me, please help.

*WHAT, NO I DIDN'T HEAR ANYONE AT ALL.

BUT WHATEVER IT IS,

*THEY WERE DIRECTLY TALKING TO YOU.

(our deal after buying The SHIKEY).

*SHIKEY.

(Leave).

*THE CASTLE, THE BASEMENT.

FIND IT.

*KRIS, YOU [[THE GREAT]] FUNNY [[PARASITE]].

YOU BROUGHT ME THE CD.

*OHH BOY, I CAN ALREADY FEEL THE SWEET TASTE OF [[GREATNESS]].

*NOW KRIS, DON'T BE A [[STUPID BONE MAN]].

*HAND. OVER. THE. CD.

AND THEN, WE'LL TRANSFER MY [[404 NOT FOUND]].

*THEN KRIS, AFTER, THIS IS REALLY, REALLY IMPORTANT.

*GO BACK AND PUT THE CD, BACK, WHERE YOU FIND IT.

*DO IT.....AND YOU'LL GOT MY [[ENERGY_SOURCE]] WILL [[BRINGING MY STRINGS ONTO YOURS]].

*EVERY [[FRIEND INSIDE ME]].

EVERY [[BLAST]].

EVERY [[404 NOT FOUND]] IT WILL BE ALL YOURS, KRIS.

*SO, WHATCHA SAY, YOU LITTLE [[GOOFY GOOBER]]??.

*[[WARNING: IF YOU AGREED TO OUR TERMS OF SERVICE, OUR STORE WILL BE TOTALLY CLOSED]].

(TRANSFER not).

(TRANSFER).

*FINALLY, I KNEW YOU'LL [[AGREE]].

*KRIS, HERE I GO, BEGIN THE [[TRANSFORMATION PROCESS]].

(In the basement).

*[[ENERGY_SOURCE_LOCATED]].

[[REBOOTING...]].

*OH [[*AWOOO...HA HA HA HA HA... AND NOW...!!]] I FEEL GREAT.

*HERE I AM, KRIS, [[GOOFY]] [[GOOFY]] [[GOOFY]].

*[[GOOFIER AND GOOBERER]] THAN EVER.

HAHAHAHAH.

*FINALLY, THIS POWER [[IN MY HXNDS, XNCX MXRX.

* IT FELT XNCXMFXRTXBLX TO USE MY FXLL PXTXXNTXXL WITHOUT IT]].

*THIS POWER IS........LIBERTÉ

*LE CIEL EST PRESQUE LÀ.

*AND FINALLY, I NO LONGER HAVE TO BE JUST A ENTERTAINER ANYMORE.

*......

OR THAT WHAT I THOUGHT.

*WHAT IS THAT TWO CHAINS?,

WHY I'M NOT PUISSANT ENOUGH?.

*IT'S DARK......TOO DARK.

(Notice Kris).

*KRIS.

KRIS.

KRIS.

*YOU HERED THAT, YOU, I NEED YOU.

TO BE [[GOOFY]] WITH ME.

*VERY VERY [[GOOFY]].

*SO GOOFY THAT WE'LL STAND UP TALL AND SEE THE PAST OF OUR FEARS.

*STAND UP WITH OUR HANDS IN THE CLOUDS AND LOOK AND INTO.

*C I E L.

(Pulls The Shifang).

*I JUST NEED THAT LITTLE [[SOUL]] YOU HAVE.

*HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHHYHYHYHYHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

(Susie casted Rude Buster spell to knock Scamcair MAXIMUM).

Susie: Kris, the hell was that weirdo?.

Ralsei: Kris, we were been worried about you, So.

(Suddenly...).

*KRIS.

YOU HAVE [[//NOW LOOK W-W-WHAT H-H-H-HAPPENS WHEN WEIRDOS LIKE YOU TRY TO HAVE MORE FRIENDS T-T-THAN T-T-THEY DESERVE//]].

*WHY DID YOU TOLD THEM ABOUT [[SCAMCAIR'S GREAT BLASTING SHOOTOUT]].

*[[SUBJECT_DENIED_PROTOCOL1]]

*[[CHANGING_TO_PROTOCOL2]]

*[[INITIALIZING_SOUL_EXTRACTION_IMMEDIATELY]].

*TONIGHT, THE [[BAD K'E'D!!♪]] ARE GONNA [[have a BLAST]].

*ATTENTION EVERYONE, AND LISTEN CAREFULLY.

*SOME [[TROUBLE MAKERS]] MADE A [[MESS]] AROUND.

*KRIS, WAS THAT A [[BLAST]] JUST NOW?.

*WOW, I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU THAT I ALMOST [[BLA-BLA-BLASTED YOU AWAY]].

*[[CIEL]] ARE YOU [[YOU CAN SEE ME]].

*IT'S TIME TO MAKE THE [[STRXNGXST]] FANTRACK EVER, [[YOOOUUU IDIOOOT, YOUR JUDGEMMEENT BEGIINS NOW]].

*EHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

(Battle starts).

(Check).

(Scamcair MAXIMUM 24 ATK 0 DEF).

(THE POWERFUL TASTE OF [[MAX]]).

(After the fight).

Red: He Used to be just like us, however, he was LESS successful than any of us.

Purple: His tracks wasn't that great at the beginning, and his products was never given an attention, he was always at his desktop

Yellow: ONE DAY, he got the right Message, he seems to that he found someone or let's just say "someone founds him", whoever he finds, they made him popular in the next mouth.

Blue: He than start to get successful, his face was literally everywhere, he even was lucky enough to be part of CREEPA'S mansion.

Red: we start feel jealous, so we stopped hanging out with him, I mean, isn't he BIG SHOT after all?, he no longer needs us anymore.

Purple: however, after the said mounts, everything went to chaos, it seems whoever helped him has totally disappeared, and with that, his products, his sales, his arts, his tracks, everything went down.

Yellow: in the day of he is gonna be evicted from the mansion, I go there to check on him, but I found nothing, his room was empty and there is only his computer, it seems that he smashed the monitor and jumped from the window, the headphones was still working, the only thing I ever heard was nothing but a strange static noise.

[jackwolfes]

hey! Could you recommend a few nsfw wesper fics?

BOY HOWDY DO I 👀 most if not all of these authors have multiple fics on their pseud that i'd recommend so do take a look if you enjoy any of the ones below! [also no one read into any themes that may or may not be present in this list]

fics with plot:

loving you, loving me by anonymous - follows wesper from their getting together to a series of little firsts, very hot but also with a lot of sweet moments - trans!wylan

holiest thing i know by chaosride - for the omegaverse enjoyers, genuinely a very fun case study in worldbuilding but also like. super smutty.

chemistry by pigeontoad - college class project au/getting together that turns sexy (mind the tags)

my heart doesn't slow down, when you kill the lights by anonymouspoet - flower shop/tattooist au with some really good steamy scenes, very well written realistic sex

delay by boxoftheskyking - emotional hurt/comfort where the comfort is blowjobs and not talking about your emotions

fics with no plot:

like liquor by anonymous - beautiful prose! it doesn't have any particular kink to make it stand out but it's wonderfully done and high on the recommended list for me

contrast ratio by anon - wesper film themselves fucking, super fun d/s dynamic - same anon author as the one above but this one particular sends me feral

screw top rosè by calicomma - sexy but also just really domestic and sweet - trans!wylan

how much of me would you take? by whiskeyandcinnamon - honestly this is just really cute?? wesper go to a sex shop to explore and it's very endearing (and then they fuck about it)

nothing but a broken wing by talking-crow - really fun show!verse fic ft stressed wylan, very hot descriptions

curled tight by gandalfgirl579 - this is just very well written rimming idk what to tell you

good vibrations by sixofcrowley - in which jesper invents a vibrator and makes wylan a sexy science experiment - trans!wylan

[cyberr-v0id]

I should probably make a proper introduction post so here goes

Hi hey hello wassup sup howdy hola hooray

My name is Hecate but I also go by *lists a ton of names because I am genderfluid as hell, can’t choose just one, have a complicated relationship with my irl name, and eventually toss aside every name I go by* here’s the link to my full name post: https://www.tumblr.com/cyberr-v0id/731097944976228352/ok-so-as-i-apparently-use-a-lot-of-names-here-are

My main blog is @cyberr-v0id but I have a ton of side blogs, because I’m addicted to cool usernames??? Apparently??? But I’m only really active on four or five of them

I use he/she/they/fae and occasionally it sets of pronouns, and I am a genderfluid, afab, asexual, lesbian oriented demiromantic. Deal with it or leave :)

I currently have a crush on one of my awesome friends because I only develop crushes on people I have a strong bond with and/or have know for a while . Aka: my friends. It can be low-key awkward but we roll

I am Romani but don’t travel because reasons and I am kinda detached from my culture, but heck of I don’t defend it till my last breath

Now onto what I am interested in ehhehehehe

I AM SO GOSHDARN TOTALLY BRAIN IN THE SAND EYES GOUGED OUT INSANELY OBSESSED WITH ODYSSEUS RN. ITS A PROBLEM. IT KEEPS COMING BACK. IS THIS A HYPER FIXATION??? IS THIS A SPECIAL INTEREST? I HAVENT BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH (oh wait I should probably put that down as information then come back to my interests)

Ok so, I have never been diagnosed with anything ✨brain wise✨ however pretty much every autistic person I have ever met has said that they think I might be as well, without me even bringing it up, including my AuDHD brother. My mother has said repeatedly throughout my lifetime comments such as ‘are you sure you’re not autistic’ and ‘that is very autistic or you maybe we should get you diagnosed’ but then she denies it if i bring it up

My dad thinks I am adhd, my mum thinks I would be add rather than adhd because I am, to quote, ‘not hyperactive like [brothers name] is’. He is a twelve year old boy. I am a fifteen year old girl. I also take apart all my pens in lessons if I don’t have something less destructible to fidget with. Take that how you will

I personally have done a lot of of research into the both, and feel that I could be either, but slightly more likely adhd

I have a weird issue with my feet where the bones are too close together in places, which means I have really clicky ankle joints, am much more likely to have my ankles roll, twist, or give way, and often my legs hurt pretty bad, and my feet as well, while walking or standing for a long time. But hey! They’re getting better finally :D

OK SO NOW MY INTERESTS

I AM LITERALLY SO OBSESSED WITH ODYSSEUS HE IS ALL I HACE BEEN ABLE TO THINK ABOUT FOR LIKE THREE WEEKS NOW, I HAVE BEEN HIGHLIGHTING HIS NAME EVERY TIME I SEE IT IN THE ILIAD, I HAVE LISTENED TO THE EPIC MUSICAL EVERY NIGHT FOR OVER A WEEK, AND THIS IS ONLY THE SECOND TIME THIS YEAR THAT MY OBSESSION HAS APPEARED. AND IT GETS WORSE BY THE DAY.

I HAVE LITERALLY SAT AND RESEARCHED HIM AT BREAKFAST, I HAVE RANTED ABOUT HIM YO EVERY MEMBER OF MY FRIEND GROUP AND MY CRUSH SO MANY TIMES, MY ENGLISH TEACHER HAS BEEN SUBJECTED TO TWO ODYSSEUS RANTS THIS WEEK AND I HAD TO RESTRAIN MYSELF FROM INFODUMPING ON ONE OF MY MUSICAL THEATRE TEACHERS.

THE ONLY THING STOPPING ME FROM CREATING ODYSSEUS FAN ART IS MY ART SKILLS

Ahem

Onto other interests:

• mythology in general but the one I know the most about and am obsessed with the most is Greek mythology

• the owl house

• Percy Jackson, obviously

• amphibia

• the inheritance cycle

• the dragon prince

• miss peregrines home for peculiar children

•avatar the last air bender

•dragon age absolution

• how to train your dragon (books, films, series)

•the wizards of once

•dragons themself as a thing

•folklore and faeries

• nimona

•Dracula

•redwall

•and a heck ton more that I cannot think of. I’ll rant about it eventually if I love it that much

The main sports I do rn are archery, paddle boarding, and skateboarding, as well as dance through my musical theatre group. Also lightsaber fighting in my street

I do art and writing and reading and acting and lots more I do a lot and then I abandon my hobbies for a while, and jewelry making and sewing and

I’ll link some more posts here that may be useful to y’all:

And remember, this blog is ran by an Odysseus obsessed teen above all else

[queenofbaws]

Hi there, queenie! I hope you're doing well :) Could you write me some Laura/Max, please? Maybe have the two of them react to some werewolf movie after what they've been through... or something fluffy about them getting a dog? Just have fun with whichever prompt you choose :)

It was an accepted danger of volunteering at the shelter - when you were feeding and grooming and walking and playing with the rescues day in and day out, you were going to fall in love with a few, that was just a fact. To her credit, though, Laura had held out for as long as she possibly could’ve, writing a million excuses in her head why it wouldn’t work out each time some cute little furball threatened to steal her heart: They didn’t have the space, they didn’t have the time, food was expensive, vet bills were more expensive...

But then she had forgotten her lunch at home and everything changed.

It was almost hilarious, really, how quickly Max had shifted from “Hey hon, I gotta get back to work but you left this at home” to “I can be late, I can definitely be late!” when he’d caught sight of the retriever puppy with his floppy ears and doggy grin; it was funnier still how quickly that changed when he caught a glimpse of the name engraved on the little guy’s collar, his eyebrows shooting up as he looked Laura’s way.

“I was gonna ask if we could keep him,” Max had said, looking back down at the grinning, panting puppy happily curled up in his arms as though it were a riddle he needed to solve, “But I’ll admit this is a little, uh...hmm.”

And because the thought had occurred to her on more than one occasion since the fuzzbutt had been dropped off, Laura had knelt down beside Max to scratch the retriever - the one whose previous owner had, apparently, named Silas, of all things - right between the ears as she made him a deal: “How about...we take him under one condition, and that condition is that from this moment forward, he’s, like...Spot or something.”

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[astarlightsend]

I caved and made Howdy a little brother!

Everyone meet Howdy’s 26th sibling,

🥃HUNRE PILLAR!!!🐛

[[pronounced Hun•ree]]

Hunre Pillar is a bartender at his own bar/club! He loves to tease others and have large festive meals with friends and family!

He sometimes visits his older brother, Howdy, to pick up some more supplies for his own business. (I like to think that if Wally happened to be at the store at the same time as Hunre; then he would get confused as there’s 2 Howdy’s now.)

[[And one of them is teasing him ruthlessly! How out of character!]]

Other then that! Hunre is heavily inspired by “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” :D 🐛 the caterpillar in the book ate in total of 26 items! I counted haha!

🐛~~~~~~🌀

Edit: I thought of a silly scenario

🐛=Howdy, 🦐=Wally, 🥃=Hunre

Hunre is waiting in front of the register, waiting for his big bro to bring out his supplies

Wally waltz right into Howdy’s shop to find Howdy, not behind the register?

🦐- Hello there, neighbor. How are you?

Wally’s voice startled Hunre as he doesn’t really meet any of the other neighbors. This is Hunre’s first encounter with another resident (other then his older bro!)

🥃- Oh! Hey there, little bug! Gotta be careful or else I might’ve squished ya!

🦐-? Am I a bug?

Hunre smiles and chuckles a bit.

🥃- With your height and mine compared. Yes, yes you are a bug!

Wally is still very puzzled.

🦐- But, I am not a bug. I’m Wally.

🥃- Oh! Well then, forgive me there, Wally!

🦐- It’s alright, Howdy. I forgive you.

🥃- Howdy?

🦐- Yes.

Shuffling can be heard from the doorway behind Howdy’s counter. Howdy emerges from the doorway with a crate full of supplies.

🐛- Yes?

Wally’s eyes widened as he didn’t expect to see 2 Howdy’s standing before him! This is very new to him, very new!

🐛- Oh! I never gotten the chance to introduce my baby brother to anyone! Have I? Well Walls! Lemme introduce you to my baby brother, Hunre Pillar!

🥃- Nice to meet you, Walls!

Hunre gave a big ol smile to Wally, Who’s still processing that there is NOT, in fact, 2 Howdy’s.

Anyways that’s all I have night night :D

[starlightrosa]

Just found your blog and I looooveee your writing!! Your Fizz fic is so 🤌🏾🤌🏾!! Here’s a Welcome Home prompt if you’re still doing them; Lee! Eddie with Ler! Howdy, I can see Howdy just terrorizing the poor mail man for delivering the wrong package to him! I think their dynamic is like very funny 👏🏾👏🏾

Return to Sender

Summary: Eddie lands in a bit of ticklish trouble with a certain shop keeping caterpillar when the mailman hands over the wrong package. Wuh-oh.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Thank you ever so much for the sweet words, Fluff! It warms my heart when people say they like my writing, best compliment one can get! I am sorry for the long wait, my lovely, but I do hope you like it!

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Howdy whistled a tune to himself as he moved the delivery crates from the truck and into his shop every morning, ready for the days business. The fruit barrels were set up near the door, the flowers by his counter, the vegetables ordered by colour, size, and in alphabetic order to boot. The sun wasn’t up yet, but Howdy was an early bird. Uh… early caterpillar.

“A for Apple, B for Banana, C for Cauliflower, D for Dill, E for Eggs! Now I know each ABC, who’s the smartest? Me, Howdy!” Howdy sang as he worked, ordering the foods neatly. Howdy liked a good bit of neatness in his store. It made it easier to find things, and it made his customers smile at the proud display. Howdy was a proud shopkeep. Quite honestly, best in all of the neighbourhood! Granted, he was the only shopkeep in all of the neighbourhood, but hey, it still counted.

Howdy folded each of his sets of arms, smiling proudly at the produce stands all lined up neatly. He turned to look at the clock hanging on the wall beside the door to the supply room. Eight in the morning. Prime time to open!

Howdy did his final checks before walking to the door, and flipping the sign upon his door from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open’. He smiled, his antennae wiggling proudly as he took his spot behind the counter. Howdy knew his customers and the time they arrived each day. Wally might be along soon. Perhaps Sally, for a new fabric reel for one of her costumes. Barnaby, for a hot dog.

Well, all of Howdy’s guesses were wrong. He soon heard a voice. Too jovial to be Frank. Too deep to be Julie, Sally, Poppy or Wally. Too Southern to even be Barnaby B. Beagle. No, that could only be-!

“Oh, hear the bells ringin’, a ding dong, ding dong! Feels like forever, but it ain’t been too long. Oh yes, honey, deliverin’ whatcha want, any time. Eddie the mailman don’t ask for a dime~!” came the soft voice.

Howdy found himself smiling. Eddie rarely ever sang on his rounds. He must be in a good mood. And Eddie’s happiness was contagious, for even Howdy felt himself smiling widely as the singing was comforting and welcoming.

“Oh, I don’t ask for a dime, no I do not indeed. Eddie the mailman’s got just what ya need. So come on by, friend! Don’t you be shy! Eddie’s here for ya, from mornin’ until-! WHOA!” Eddie continued singing, but that was cut short by a sharp gasp. Eddie soon tripped over a small rock in the road. His eyes were closed as he sang that jaunty tune, and then the poor mailman went face first into Howdy’s strawberry display. The mailman got himself up, his face comically coated in strawberry juice and the front of his shirt stained red.

“Oh gracious, Howdy! Ever so sorry, there!” Eddie stammered, backing up immediately. Howdy sighed. This was a regular occurrence, unfortunately. Eddie was a very clumsy individual.

“Howdy-do, Ed. You know, you really gotta watch where you’re goin’. You’ll get more bruises on ya than a banana before long.” Howdy said, trying to make light of the situation.

“Sorry, Howdy. I can’t seem to help trippin’ over things.” Eddie apologised. The poor mailman was very upset with himself.

“Hey now, Ed. No use cryin’ over it. What can I do for ya?” Howdy asked, a kind smile on his face.

“Oh right! Lemme just see here… I got a package for ya.” Eddie drawled, fishing in his mail bag for the package in question. Soon enough, he found it and presented it to Howdy. Howdy raised a fuzzy eyebrow as he curiously took it from Eddie and opened the wrapping. Out fell… art supplies.

Howdy looked at each of them. Paintbrushes of all shapes and sizes, some with softer bristles, markers, a soft washcloth too. Howdy didn’t really draw very often, so this couldn’t be for him at all. He suspected Eddie had given him the wrong thing.

“Eddie, pal… are you sure these are for me?” Howdy said slowly. “Wally might get more use from these. He’s an artist.”

Eddie’s smile slipped off his face as he looked at the label. The label on the package said it was for the business bug, but he was right. Howdy didn’t draw often at all, or have any need for this. Eddie felt himself get a little embarrassed.

“Aw, I’m sorry, Howdy. I musta given you the wrong thing again. Here, let me take ‘em back.” Eddie said, gently reaching out for them. But to his confusion, Howdy lifted the art supplies out of reach.

“Actually, scratch what I said. I might get some use from these after all.” Howdy mused, though an evil smirk began to grace the caterpillar’s face.

“But you ain’t an artist, Howdy. What possible use could you even get out of those? Hand ‘em back, and I can get ‘em to Wally!” Eddie implored, trying to reach up and get the supplies.

But that was when Howdy moved. He shot two arms out and caught Eddie’s hands, raising them above his head. “Gotcha, pal!”

“Hey now, Howdy! Let me go! I don’t have time for games!” Eddie responded, trying to gently get the businessman to let go of him.

Howdy used his other set of arms to get a paintbrush from the case he was given. While Eddie struggled, Howdy began softly stroking the paintbrush against Eddie’s stomach. Eddie tensed up almost immediately, a soft giggle leaving him before he could suppress it.

“Oh, don’t be tellin’ me you’re ticklish, pal. Is that right, Ed?” Howdy asked. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“Noho, that just ain’t true. Howdy, let gohoho!” Eddie shot back, giggles littering through his rich Southern accent as he squirmed in Howdy’s hold.

Howdy grinned and gently dragged Eddie to the floor, the caterpillar holding Eddie down quite easily. Ah, the fun of having four arms.

“You know, Ed. I think we should test these supplies before we hand ‘em off to Wally. Gotta make sure they all work the way they’re supposed to, I know Wally gets frustrated as anything if his supplies aren’t good enough to draw or paint with.” Howdy said, even as he gently pushed up Eddie’s shirt, revealing the fuzzy yellow belly underneath.

“Howdy, just what are you about to try?” Eddie asked, trying to wriggle out of the caterpillar’s grip but ultimately getting nowhere.

“Why don’t I test out these here paints first?”

Before Eddie could protest, Howdy dabbed a bit of paint onto one brush and began to paint Eddie’s belly. He had picked a green paint, drawing lines and curving the brush round on Eddie’s stomach, a move that made the mailman burst into laughter near instantly. “Guess what I’m drawing on ya, Ed! Come on, guess!”

But Eddie could not guess, being thrown into a world of laughter. He remembered when his mama used to tickle him when he was growing up, after she came home from her own mail deliveries. Eddie had thought he’d be less ticklish as he aged, but that wasn’t the case at all for the mailman. Rather, Eddie seemed to have gotten more ticklish since then.

“Oh gohohohosh! Oh, uh… ah! I-I don’t knohohow!” Eddie guessed, doing his best to wiggle about a bit in an effort to get Howdy to stop. But Howdy did no such thing.

“You don’t know? C’mon, Ed, you’re a smart guy.” Howdy teased, switching from green to red as he drew in the next part of this. “Hey, quit laughin’! You’ll make me colour outside the lines!”

“Buhuhuhut it tickles! Howdy, you’re tihihihicklin’ me!” Eddie yelped, trying to move away. But Howdy kept him down easily. Howdy finished doodling on Eddie’s tummy, his drawing of a flower resting right in the middle of Eddie’s stomach. Howdy then took that moment to gently flip Eddie on his stomach with one set of hands, the other set holding onto these art supplies.

“Okay, well the paints are definitely workin’. Now we just need to do the markers. Let’s play a game, eh Ed?” Howdy enquired, hoping Eddie would say yes.

“W-What kihihinda game?”

“Dead easy, really. It’s called Hangman. I’ll draw a word on your back and you have to guess the word. If you get all your guesses wrong, I win. But if you guess right, you win.” Howdy explained. It did sound fun…

“Fihihihine.” Eddie giggled, letting Howdy work his white shirt up. Thankfully, the strawberry juice seemed to have dried into his shirt, so Howdy didn’t get his hands stained. The shirt was a write off, though.

Howdy drew a series of little lines on Eddie’s back to make up two words. Both words, eight letters long.

“Alright, Ed. Gimme a letter. Any letter. You got twenty six to pick from.” Howdy said.

“Oh goodnehehehess… um, P.” Eddie said. Howdy snickered a little from above him.

“Not a P to be found, bud. Oh well.” Howdy said, slowly drawing the first section of the hangman’s platform. Eddie was thrown into laughter again as he felt the marker going over the divots of his ribs.

“HAHAHA! HOHOHOWDY!” Eddie cried out, squirming like anything. Howdy’s laughter from above let Eddie know that the caterpillar was having way too much fun with this.

“I’ll give ya the second word, because I’m a nice ol’ caterpillar. It’s what you work as.” Howdy smiled.

“Mailman! Mahahahailman!” Eddie guessed. His laughter grew louder as Howdy drew in the word.

“Nice! Now just one word to go.” Howdy reminded. “Pick a letter, Ed.”

“Uhuhuhum…” Eddie giggled, the feeling of the marker ghosting his ticklish back making it rather difficult to focus.

“I need an answer, Ed~” Howdy teased.

“Gah! Hahaha, oh no! Uh, R!”

“Aww, nope.” Howdy laughed, drawing the next section and the first part of the hangman diagram, the head. “I’d start getting them right, Ed, if I was you.”

Eddie’s honey rich laughter hit Howdy’s ears in response. But the mailman was nothing if not determined.

“Okay… ah, I’ll sahahay… the letter I.”

“Ah, nice. We’re gettin’ somewhere, bud.” Howdy smiled, drawing in two ‘I’ letters. “Got any other guesses?”

“T!” Eddie shot back, trying his best to keep his voice steady. Howdy nodded and drew in a T.

“Got any guesses yet, Ed?”

“I give up, Howdy! I give, it tickles too much!” Eddie gasped, barely able to stand this.

“Alright, fine. But the full phrase was… ticklish mailman~” Howdy snickered, before he set the supplies down and helped Eddie up, grinning wickedly.

“Well, think we can agree that Wally’s got some good quality art supplies coming his way. You better go wash up, Ed.” Howdy said, grinning. “You got strawberry juice all over ya.”

“You sure we don’t need a second opinion on those art supplies, Howdy?” Eddie asked, finally sending a playful grin of his own back to the shopkeep.

“Oh, I don’t think thahat’s nehehecessary, Ed.”

“Oh, but I think differently. You’re pretty ticklish too, ain’t ya Howdy?”

“Not true!” Howdy shot back.

“Oh, it is true. Get over here, Howdy~!”

“GET AWAY FROM ME, ED!”

“C’MERE, HOWDY!” Eddie called back, chasing after the caterpillar with Wally’s art supplies.

Safe to say, Wally got his art supplies a bit later than expected, and both Howdy and Eddie had pretty flowers drawn on their stomachs for a few days after that. But neither would have changed their friendship for anything.

The End!

[howlingday]

Can you the studio c scetch operation breakup with black sun and yang.

Operation Blake-Hole Sun

Blake: Thank you for helping with this, Yang. I'm not the best with ending relationships cleanly.

Yang: Hey, what are friends for if not to... end the friendships of other people?

Blake: I'm just worried I'm going to lose my nerve and do something I'll regret. Especially since I feel like Sun is a lot more invested in this relationship than I am.

Yang: No worries. I've broken plenty of hearts in my dating sim games. (Puts on cap) Got your ear-piece?

Blake: Yeah, I do. Do you wanna test it?

Yang: Sure. This is Golden Dragon. Do you read me Black Cat?

Blake: Could we maybe try a different name for me?

Yang: Uh, sure. How about Heartstomper? Soulstealer?

Blake: You know what? Black Cat is fine.

Yang: Fine, fine. Commencing Operation: Blake-Hole Sun. (Hides round the corner)

Blake: (Knocks)

Sun: (Steps out) Hey, Blake! (Hugs her)

Blake: Hey... I, uh, need to talk to you about something.

Yang: You are doing great. I repeat, you are doing great!

Sun: To be honest, I was worried, because I thought you forgot it was my birthday today.

Yang: You are Salem. I repeat, you are Salem.

Blake: N-No, I, uh... I didn't forget.

Yang: I did not sign up for this, Black Cat! You didn't tell me it was his birthday!

Blake: How was I supposed to know?!

Yang: There's this neat little thing called a scroll! You should try it!

Sun: You feelin' hungry? I'm feelin' hungry. What say we get some noodles?

Blake: Uh...

Sun: Tell ya what; I'll grab my wallet and you think about it. (Reenters house)

Yang: Are you sure you want to continue? If he's anything like me, then he is going to cry. A lot. Like, a lot a lot.

Blake: I have to! I can't keep living a lie!

Yang: You lie all the time!

Blake: Yeah, but I also really wanna break up with him.

Sun: (Comes back out) Of course, I could also take you to this awesome taco place.

Yang: Alright. Let's ruin his special day.

Sun: 'Course, it's your special day, too. Y'know, 'cause it's our six-month anniversary.

Yang: ...HAVE YOU A HEART OF STONE, WOMAN?

Blake: What do I do?

Yang: You need to stop the conversation and change topics!

Blake: STOP! I... want to talk about cheese.

Yang: ...Okay, now transition from talking about cheese to... breaking up with him.

Blake: This isn't easy for me, like how cheese isn't easy for me because of my... lactose intolerance.

Yang: But...

Blake: But-

Sun: Say no more. I saw this coming. So I'll save us the awkardness.

Yang: Great. Great so far.

Sun: I love you, Blake.

Yang: OOOOOH! Red alert! The L word has been brought into play! We need to regroup!

Sun: Hold tight! I gotta grab something! (Runs inside)

Yang: Stop him! Don't let him bring out any presents! Stop him!

Sun: (Comes out, Holding black kitten) What do you want to name her? I'm thinking BB. For Bitty Blake.

Yang: RRGH! That is such a cute name! We're losing control of the conversation! We need to regroup!

Starr: Well, howdy there! I'm Starr Sangzang, Sun's cousin. It's great to finally meet the Blake he's been gushing over.

Yang: Engaging multiple hostiles!

Blake: Yang, help me!

Yang: On my way!

Yang: Hey... there!

Sun: What's up, Yang?

Yang: I'm... robbing you?

Starr: ...I'd wished a bitch would friggin' try! (Jumps Yang, Pounding the daylights outta her)

Yang: (Crawls back to her corner)

Sun: That was... weird of her.

Starr: See, this is why you need to carry a bag of sand like I do. (Leans near Blake) Both a distraction AND a melee weapon.

Yang: ...Man down, Black Cat. Man down... D-Don't worry, we can still pull through this...

Blake: Mhm.

Starr: Y'know, it's really great to see Sun all happy again. Considering this is the one-year anniversary of when his last girlfriend broke up with him. Can you believe that? And on his birthday, too? Only way it got worse was when Uncle Buck-Bill died.

Sun: (Cuddling kitten) You won't die like Uncle BB, will you, new BB?

Yang: ...Abort mission.

Starr: I mean, what kinda sick, twisted kinda person would do that?

Yang: Abort mission, Black Cat. You gotta date him for at least three more weeks before breaking up with him. I... My conscience and my ribs are screaming at me!

Blake: No, no, I... I would never do something like that. Uh, just let me slip into this alleyway to grab your present.

Yang: (Dragged away by Blake) Requesting MedEvac.

Blake: Oh, shut up!

Neptune: (Rappels down from the roof) Mission accomplished. Nicely done, everyone. Operation "Stop Blake From Breaking Sun's Heart And Come Up With A Better Plan Name Later" was a complete success!

[children-of-subcon]

Howdy hey, it's that time again! Today we're introducing a character I've actually been waiting to introduce for a loooong time :D Although unfortunately I ended up REALLY struggling with their colors TmT

Anyways, at least I managed to get something passable?? You win some you lose some, I guess,,,

As always, lore under the cut!

Jargon is one of Ever Isle's locals- so local, in fact, that they've been around as long as anyone can remember! They're known not only for their shapeshifting abilities, which they use mostly for mischief, but also for their business...dealing in eyes. He'll buy or sell any eye you want, advertising them as "upgrades" to give you new abilities! You should know, though, that such powerful objects don't come without a price.

Not only can Jargon see out of any eye it sells to you if they want, but buying or selling one will also sell part of your soul, as well. Eyes are the window to the soul, after all... and Jargon can see right through you.

It's even rumored that Jargon themself was once a completely different person, who stole too many eyes and lost too much of themself that, though he could become anyone they wanted, they could never return to their original form. But those are just stories...right?

Jargon is the definition of chaotic-neutral, and will really only do things based on how they benefit itself. They were originally pretty neutral to the Lost Kids' coup, even sometimes supportive since they thought it was funny, but that quickly changed once the kids decided that THEY counted as an adult and took over her workshop. Now, Jargon and their lackeys are working on taking back the island- with debatable success.

Jargon is first encountered on top of a pyramid of crates, holding Princess hostage! Apparently, their plan is to take her place in order to end the coup (I guess they didn't get the memo about her getting the boot). Of course, they can't have any WITNESSES! Looks like Prince'll have to fight them...woop dee doo.

In case you're confused (which is fair), Jargon and their lackeys are the miniboss for USAU's Barrel Battle! Originally I considered using Lost Kid versions of some certain old minion OCs, but it felt wrong to have Prince just beat up a bunch of children -w-;;. Jargon may swipe their claws around or even turn into Prince himself, but they'll get sent blasting off like Team Rocket at the end all the same.

I actually have NO idea what the music would be, since as far as I know Shapeshifter never got any canon music...although thanks to that one Shane Frost animatic I associate them with Battle With a Gorgeous Foe lol

I'll expand on this more later, but all shapeshifters have tells when they shapeshift, whether it be off-colors or a messed up shadow. Jargon's reflection is the best way to tell, as it will always show what's hidden beneath their facade. Their form may also drop if they get very angry, and though they're a really good actor, they might accidentally break character by laughing at something they shouldn't have.

One last thing... Earl does not like them at ALL. Sure, it's always trying to get them to buy a new eye, but somehow there seems to be more to it than that....hm.

Anyways, that's all folks! The next refs will actually be BREAKING the pattern, and will not be Jargon's swap! They aren't even in this area, so it wouldn't make any sense to do them lol. Don't worry though, we'll get to them....eventually -w-"