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pixelbytesquad · 8 days

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"Trial by Fire" AU (Fire Mira)

Okay, time to explain yet another AU of mine- this time it’s an AU called “Trial by Fire”, or, the AU where “Fire Mira” comes from. I did post some art of her in the past. Like this icon, and this doodle of her and a ‘cursed Ace’ (info on the Ace coming soon ack-)... I thought I posted about her more but looks like I didn’t- oops-

I posted a doodle dump about her on the doodle account

Backstory time-

Anyways, this AU originally started thanks to a weird dream. Basically the Mario “I hate you” creepypasta but with Spectra and Mira, the only difference is that Mira comes back as a vengeful spirit…

However, I would, change the story over time… it gets sad :’D

The events kick off at the start of the second arc of NV, when the attribute energies need to be passed to the brawlers. However, even though the newbies helped to free NV, the Soldiers, in this universe at least, aren’t as eager to give the energies to the vestal trio, so they're put in quick trials. If they win, they’ll get the attribute energy, if they lose, their predecessor gets the attribute energy. Baron and Ace pass their trials, but Mira, who’s forced to fight a Keith/Spectra illusion (haven’t decided if it should be Keith, Spectra, or a combo, like maybe Keith with the Spectra mask?), loses the battle. The soldiers weren't impressed, and it wasn’t the first time she put the mission in jeopardy due to her own brother… so, they curse her :’D.

Now yes, I know, this makes the soldiers jerks in this AU, but part of me kinda likes it? Again, I like AUs that have the characters be a bit different from their original counterparts, things are about to be different across the multiverse.

Scorched by the fire, this Mira was basically taken out of the fight. The brawlers of course are shocked to see Mira’s current state. So she’s rushed to the hospital.

Of course, since they still have to deal with the Vexos, the Brawlers still continue their business, but this Mira is the one to be on the sidelines.

After the BT system is dealt with, Dan basically drags Spectra in so he could come and see his sister. At first he tries to brush it off thinking everything is okay- but no- the two would talk about what happened to her.

After the whole Vexos saga is done, Fire Mira would return to vestal alongside Spectra and Gus. She would try to live a normal life there, but she would get more and more comments about her appearance there. Vestals would pretty much insult, think her condition is contagious, try to stay away from her, all that nasty stuff. She would stay locked inside for a few days until Spectra asked her if she wanted to join him and Gus, as they plan to travel the universe and explore. Mira however, would ask to be dropped off on Earth. Sure, being alongside her brother would be nice, but she thinks that maybe sticking with the brawlers would be better, since they know about her current condition and wouldn’t judge her. So, she moves to Earth.

Vestal money is… kinda useless on Earth so the girl would get a random job, but Marucho would eventually get her a job at one of his parents' companies once he learns about the harsh environment the current job she has there. Eventually, she would be tasked to help Marucho on Interspace (she would also get to meet Ren).

Misc information

She has markings all over her body. She also has rocks on her body. She did try to get these removed through surgeries, but these would always grow back. She ended up hiding these with bandages and clothing. Unless you’re a person she could trust, she will always wear these to cover the rocks/markings.

Markings can also glow, as well as a portion of her eyes. Her eyes have this sectoral heterochromia.

Her body is constantly warm. She’s doing pretty okay in winter, however the summers are a nightmare for her.

Tears have an orange tint, and they’re boiling hot.

Her blood/flesh is also orange now.

She does have mild fire manipulation powers, but she’s unaware of this. Fire nearby her may act strange if her emotions are strong.

However, she also has a fear of the fire… for obvious reasons. She also tends to get nightmares about fire.

Sometimes, her body "overheats", when this happens, sometimes small flames may form on her body.

This isn't the only thing that could happen, as she could "get sick" when in this state. (Feeling dizzy, headaches, all that "nice" stuff)

Obviously started to take a liking to some of the human clothing style (hoodies specifically), as she sometimes uses these to hide the rocks/markings on her limbs/body.

May be forgetting some things, I'm sorry- I'll try to update this when I remember.

Again, if you have any questions, feel free to ask, I’ll try to answer.

Here's the girl's ref sheet :D

#bakugan #alternate universe #bakugan au #mira fermin #bakugan: trial by fire

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shadebloopnik · 21 days

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TAGS MASTERPOST TO MAKE MY LIFE EASIER

Bc im a lazy bum and this is a fun way to keep track of everything.

[Bloopnik tags]

Bloopnik Rambles: Self-explanatory, whenever i go off on tangents. Either memes, rants, analysis, info dumping, etc.

Bloopnik Writing: Any sort of my own written things that involves a plot or is related to it. Includes, fics, short fics, AUs, random plot bunnies or bursts of writing inspiration, maybe promotion for future ao3 fic posts.

Bloopnik art: Own art, whether sketches, WIPs, doodles, or complete pieces.

[AU/Fic Tags]

Angelic Alastor AU: AU revolving Alastor as an angel. Radioapplith story(i.e., an Alastor-Lucifer-Lilith poly, tho im more inclined to radioapple i thought a poly would be cute)

An oddity amongst most angels, Alastor, more commonly known in Heaven as Altruist, found himself attached to Lucifer and his fantastical mind; and not soon later, included Lilith as well. Millennia down the line, he works to balance his persona as the Radio Demon in Hell, and Altruist in Heaven, as works in the Hazbin Hotel. Secrets and hidden pasts threaten to make itself known everyday, as he continues to struggle finding a place where he truly belongs in, and a purpose for his existence.

FallenLord AU: Carmilla Carmine used to be an angelic warrior, but ended up falling due to her daughters. Zestmilla story. Not so sure abt this one and i haven't made as much posts(actually rn i think i only made one) but i really liked the premise i started it with, idk i might continue.

Spawn of the Sun AU: Radioapple AU where Alastor has a child. Haven't elaborated on it much yet, but its growing on me. Has my OC, Cassius.

Post is edited up to date.

For the 5 or so people maybe who follow me enough to see this, just shush pls i need this this is for me myself and I-

#bloopnik rambles #bloopnik writing #bloopnik art #Angelic Alastor AU #FallenLord AU #masterpost #tags masterpost #Spawn of the Sun AU

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indietourney · 7 months

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welfare check

Welfare check answered!

Hi! It's Zettaflake ^^ Yes, I am quite aware that this account has been as silent as a handful of indie horror games segments. To you, anonymous asker, thank you so much for letting me know that there's still some folks looking forward to this project!

Indie Tourney III's not cancelled by any means... it's mainly that college alongside making new friends IRL have been quite the time investment. I haven't been worrying much about my online presence at all in the recent couple of months.

I still have the intent to resume progress on this project once I find those homework-less pockets of time. I chose deliberately to cease setting deadlines for myself, since this is after all a personal passion project of mine. That same healthy mindset should apply to anything done on the side (unless its something like gardening, in which case take care of your plants!)

Hahaha, thought dump aside, while I start knackering down on the rest of the regions, check out some of my doodles on my main accoutn: @zettaflake! I've been following the 31 Inktober prompts and starring characters/scenes from my favorite indie games (including ones I've yet to play!)

Even though October has long gone past, I still intend to create a doodle for every prompt! In fact, once I finish all 31, the Indie Tourney III graphic will be complete by then! Then the bloodbath will begin as a previous asker said. Look forward to both of these projects resuming soon! Who knows? Maybe I've drawn an indie game that'll join your new surprise favorites! :D

Sincerely, Zettaflake (they/them)

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gamebunny-advance · 2 years

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Grab Bag Doodle Dump

Oh, what's this feeling? The feeling of wanting to explode because I haven't posted sketches in a while? Well, I better post something then~

I haven't been as productive as I'd like since work picked up, but it's starting to slow down again, so hopefully I'll be able to work on some more personal stuff. I've almost finished Kun3h0's new model, I just need a little extra tweaking and then maybe making a few extra emotions and I'll be good! We're also only 20 followers away from the next milestone here, so hopefully requests will open soon too.

Anyway, here's the usual notes under the cut:

1-2) Clay Face sketches. I gotta couple more plushies to upcycle, a monkey in a rainbow hat and a purple bunny. I'm actually gonna try to sell these, so I do hope that y'all will consider taking a look and/or spreading 'em around once they're done ^o^! The monkey is gonna be party/clown themed, and I'm gonna try to make the bunny magical girl themed, but they might turn out generic. More info at a later date~

3-4) Potential plushie upcycles. For the first bear, the pallet and theme is Yinu inspired, but I'm taking some inspo from this song too. I want to cover them in yellow roses since I got a few during a Michael's clearance sale, but I've yet to come across a yellow bear for it, so this one is gonna be on the back burner until I stumble across one. The other one is a MikuxNoid fusion to finally use that pink Kpop bunny I got forever ago. This one is just for fun since I actually already have an idea for that bunny, but I still wanted to sketch the concept.

5-6) Kun3h0 x 1010 ver 2. I like the designs I made for both, so I doodled them again. I gave 1010!Kun3h0 her rabbit ears back since they're important to her design, I just changed the shape a little to match the 1010 aesthetics, so they're sharper and don't have the globes at the top. Kun3h0!White is basically unchanged.

7) Soda Shop!Green. I will finish this collection someday. Hopefully. Maybe.

8) "Ghosts". A XIO doodle I never got around to finishing. I'm still evolving the idea, but I'm starting to think of XIO's personalities as their own separate people that just happen to occupy the same body.

9) Kindergaten AU. I dunno, I thought it was a cute idea, and I have some scenario ideas for it, but I feel very silly about it since it's just fluff. I dunno if I'll ever make anything based on it. Maybe someday when I'm less self-conscious.

10) Build-A-Goat: So I never actually set up my tent this year, and I don't think I'm gonna. I'm just too unmotivated~ That said, this was the original plan for my tent rather than the Tamagoatchis.

11) Gemu doodle. I wanna draw him and the retro gang again ;3;

#gbunny draws #OCs #kun3h0 #nsr #nsr 1010 #white 1010 #green 1010 #yo noid! 2 #hatsune miku #neon j #tatiana #kliff #yinu's mother #goatlings #mr game and watch #first time making a photoset in beta mode #it looks a lil'awkward but i guess i'll see how it turns out when it publishes

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gingericywolf · 1 year

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I posted 1,687 times in 2022

112 posts created (7%)

1,575 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@itsbeen20years

@bladerbunny

@just-lexy

@misdre

@ressyfaerie

I tagged 1,595 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#kai hiwatari - 332 posts

#takao kinomiya - 219 posts

#yuriy ivanov - 212 posts

#warden ingo - 196 posts

#subway master ingo - 196 posts

#subway master emmet - 156 posts

#submas - 156 posts

#beyblade - 153 posts

#max mizuhara - 147 posts

#rei kon - 141 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#time is weird so maybe it was actually dialga that copied ingo and emmet's look but then used it's powers to make it look like the opposite

My Top Posts in 2022:

Heyooo doodle dump time. Beyblade + Submas on the same page? More likely than you think - Featuring me not knowing how to draw the other eye, hands, sneasels or Smiles (sorry emm). Queueing this so I have no clue when it will be posted but I made it during my away weekend.

As you have probably noticed i have been captured back into pokemon thanks to legends and mainly I was thrown on the submas train. i love the twins pls just let me kiss both of them. Sneasel and weavile have alwasy been my fav pokemons. Giving them a new form just.. sneasler my beloved.

Weaviles also alwasy gave me Yuriy vibes so all started with some school doodling with a Trainer Yuriy with a weavile and it all went down from there.

Later in the night added Emmet and borya to fill the page and also add some more Feral™️ energy (as if yuriy isn't enough)

Close ups under the cut

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So like, I was scrolling instagram reels and saw this one (hope it works)

In short: In japan there is a cat cafe, that rescues stray cats, and it's Train themed.

And I just couldn't not think about the twins. Train themed sneaslets/pokemon rescue cafe. Maybe they had the idea or helped in making it? funded it (like donated to a kickstarter or something when they saw the idea??) so like stray pokemon or pokemon that can't be cared for anymore don't end up in danger or abandoned, and instead get to have fun playing with trains and the lucky ones adopted by trainers or other people visiting. It's a cute idea right?

There is also a room for battles, of course, on emmet's request, both for challenges between customers and so that pokemon and their possible new human can try to battle together to see if they are a good fit for each other while having fun.

Occasionally you can find the subway masters chilling in there during breaks, it soon becomes their go-to-cafe, Elesa joins there and this just helps the pokemon to find good homes. They post on social medias the cutest photos when one of the pokemons is a new entry/ ready for adoption/just got adopted. The drinks and pastries are also verrry good, only helping in the popularity increase of the place.

91 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

Hisuian Snow last episode spoilers:

I'm gonna do better screenshots later but just. Captain cyllene.

Just look at her damn. She clearly isn't captain yet which bring us to have to think how earlier this is to the legends arceus events.

There is also zisu. I'm. Speechless.

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97 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

I have no real question to ask but I’m giving you the chance to talk about Ingo and Melli! Maybe what about them you like?

It’s weird you know, like I don’t know, I am not sure, there is something about their dynamics that just hits all the right spots. I started shipping as a joke, mainly because of all those funny posts of melli treating him like an old man and him going “I am younger than you” (let’s not think now this is probably not the case anymore with the new informations), and the “ingo’s training in customer service is what makes him so good at dealing with melli” to the “melli is down bad for Ingo and tries to get his attention in the worst way possible (taking out the torches), Ingo is absolutely oblivious to it all”. I see all the hate towards Melli and all the love towards Ingo and be like wouldn’t it be funny if they kissed. I learned to love Melli. And I love him so much now. Then I actually started thinking of it seriously and to look better at their interaction in game, and think what they could be out of it, and and their dynamic. Just YES, OH I realized IT COULD ACTUALLY WORK.

So for what I like, first is, the height difference, even if most of it is given by Ingo’s bad posture and slouching, when he straightens up the difference isn’t that much anymore, but still Melli would be taller I think, and I just want Ingo to have to look up to someone, which boasts up Melli’s ego. In the game Melli and Volo feel like the tallest characters and Volo is confirmed to be 190cm, I don’t think Melli is much shorter than him but I will need to check that. So yeah, the height difference first. Melli in exchange would boast up Ingo in every occasion he can. He doesn’t let people talk shit of him, or his being an outsider. Ingo is Ingo first, Pearl clan warden after, an outsider even more after. Melli will for once put his ego towards someone else, and not only himself.

Then I like the idea of Melli being completely mesmerized by Ingo’s weird glowy eyes, like moonshine, and isn’t it fitting that Lord Electrode Arena is called Moonview arena and you find Cresselia in there, the Lunar pokemon. And doesn’t Lord Electrode (better say, hisuian electrodes in general) have a frown on his face? just like Ingo. And Melli deeply cares for his noble. Oh don’t get him started on that little smile the man does to, the slightly turn upwards of his lips, just like one of the baby sneasels. Am I projecting on Melli? Maybe a bit. Melli feels all of this warm and fuzziness and yet they try not to think about him, but OH Adaman had to hear a whole lot of “Ingo this, Ingo that”, Melli doesn’t realize that his rantings just clue Adaman on what is going on, even more when Melli does slip quite a few compliments towards the warden of Pearl Clan, while absolutely claiming that he “can’t stand him”.

I feel like there would be quite a lot of misunderstandings at the start? Melli giving many mixed signals but again Ingo is kinda oblivious to all of it, I mean he has bigger problems you know, amnesia and all, and if Melli just stopped for once to tinker with the torches.. maybe maybe they could have a conversation. They eventually talk that out, Melli being internally a whole mess the whole time keeping up that bratty, assholeish full of himself facade. I just like melli being an absolute gay disaster sir.

Then is just that their characters kind of compliment each other. Ingo has patience,the patience to listen, and that is what Melli needs, someone that listens to him. In turn Melli listens to Ingo, even if he may not understand all he talks about. Spending time with each other while crossing paths in the highlands they see both the ugly and the good of each other, they learn about each other and to appreciate the other company, they may have had to help the other in different occasions, specifically thinking about all the times Ingo must have been accidentally poisoned specially at the start and Melli being the poison expert. In fact I am surprised by Melli being a “trainer” of all poison types taking care of an electric/grass, while he would have been The Guy for pokemon like h.sneasel and sneasler. At the same time Ingo has a lot of experience with electric pokemons, even if he doesn’t remember why (Emmet coff coff). It’s just natural for him and ends up spending a lot of time near Moonview arena.

And like at the end of it all, Melli's character is kind of just an act for himself and the others if you really look into it. It is all a mask, and Ingo is someone he can let that mask fall out, and being around Melli could actually help Ingo in some way with his memories, he can’t quite pinpoint it, but there is something familiar and he does quite like the pretty, and petty, Diamond clan warden despite it all.

Now as I said one of the things that drew me in the ship where the “Ingo is younger than melli” jokes, well it is clearly not true. But no problem, I will just be projecting more on Melli by giving him my same problem of liking older characters and everyone making fun of me for that. What throws my calculations off is the knowledge that supposedly Adaman is older than Melli, as the website and the concept arts say Melli looks at Adaman as an “older brother”. Now this being literal as in, older in age, or just because he took the older brother role we can’t really know. What we know is that Melli was a shy kid,(thus the now absolute insufferable facade) and Adaman was the one to protect him. I still like the Idea of Melli being actually older than Adaman, but given the circumstances and Adaman being now clan leader it just stuck with Melli to consider him the oldest. Like looking at them I just feel Melli is older but acts like a brat, he has more mature definitions compared to Adaman. Adaman has a pointy younger face, he is overall smaller except chest coff coff, Melli has a defined square jaw and it’s more evenly built up. He probably has the best legs in all of the game.

Still, the ship for me still stands for now.

And it hurts, because it is a ship with inevitable heartbreak, one way or the other. A happy ending is still a bittersweet ending. Be it with Ingo going back to the future or him staying in the past, making him forever divided in half somehow. If he comes back to his time he would regain his brother, but lose the love of his life, the one meant for him, never to see him again, centuries back in the past of a different region. If he stays in the past he can be happy with Melli, but in the event of him regaining his memories he would realize, remember, of his twin brother. Well, This Man can never be happy it seems. The pokeGods really hate him.

Now In my Ideal situation Sometime Somehow Melli finds a way to future Unima, this is why there are no clear descendants of him, though one may point to a few characters that could be related (James and Harley even if anime only could be some, they have the same "gender what" vibe and james makes it funny with the whole subway team rocket incident in the anime, Lucian is probably one of the most probable descendatns out there as I have recently seen theorized around, but I subscribe to the all x color shade haired characters are related distantly to melli), this because after a while of Ingo going back, Melli did try other relationship but they just did not work as they felt too much as a distraction.

I have a whole thing concepted out for Melli in the future that only one person knows about and that I did not talk about as other people already made their Melli in Unova Aus, and mine is a mess in a mixture of languages as I was writing it and forgetting words in one while remembering in another. Plus it would be long and out of the ask. A few things are Melli and Emmet would be great friends, and Elesa would help Melli maybe in modeling, he has the looks for it. Or since we now know he is good at singing he could be a pop star/singer like I have seen someone else suggest (Emmet calling Piers so they can get him set up). But I think Melli would be ok with something more chill too. Skuntank is just happy for his human happiness and Ingo could not have desired anything better. He is Home, both in place and hearth.

127 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I'm having a blast watching pokemon scarlet and violet, the games are so bad, so many bugs and glitches, so many pokemon are ugly, so many DOG pokemon, too many dogs, the characters are giving me so many gay vibes, you can take selfies with your mons and character, you can actually real time play with your friends in your world. It is ACTUALLY open world.

Mixed feelings man mixed feelings.

167 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

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vizibledrawinz · 2 years

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Hey guys! My posts are going to be very scattered cause I’m working on a warriors animation and it’s going to take me quite a while so if I do post it will be clips from my sketch book, animation peeks, and or doodle dumps.

I was able to do this painting for y’all so I’m not done! (Yet) my estimated time line for this scattering is about a month maybe longer it will pass by soon enough.

I will Do a Halloween post! (It’s going to feature the owl house, metal family, helluva boss, maybe hazbin hotel, and warriors) all the evil characters I could find. Also if you want to ask me questions or any character I draw a question I’ll set up the thing so you can! Hope you guys get excited and I’ll see you when I post!

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dykeseesgod · 2 years

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need shishka lore now. (i plan on drawing her)

HI HELLO HI HEY HELLO OK i will actually cry if you draw her like real tears SO KINDA LONG LORE DUMP BELOW UHSDJ

also maybe kinda spoilers for smth that doesnt exist yet ig? idk i plan on making this into a comic or smth at some point so

also sorry if it doesnt make much sense the entire story is still very much a work in progress zkjdfhskdfhs

also also tw for mentions of like. murder and shit

SO BASICALLY the main story (i.e. the period of time i have a ref for on toyhouse) takes place in 2017. why? idk!! i think i just wanted the twins to be born in 2000 because its like. a clean number. also in this world there are both furry looking guys and humans because all of these characters were originally undertale ocs

anyways, shishka (btw dont ask why the name is like that i made her when i was like. 9 maybe and i got too attached to the name to change it) and shad are twins. their mom is named sam and their dad is named damien. damien comes from an extremely rich family, but he completely cut ties with them like. as soon as he moved out. sam comes from an extremely average suburban family.

oooooo plot twist tho! damien is actually just a little bit insane crazy and is also kind of maybe an infamous serial killer thats been terrorizing the small town they live in for years. (thats all happening while shishka and shad are like. 7-12)

one day sometime in like. 2012. he realizes "huh. my family is like. dangerously close to finding out that im a serial killer.............. i mean like i kill people anyways why not i just take them out too lol. get it out of the way :)))" and so he tries to do that.

he kills sam, but fails to take into account that maybe his kids would panic at the sound of gunshots and call the cops. because thats what happens. he gets arrested, but not before attempting to shoot shishka, but failing entirely at hitting anything vital. instead, she just gets shot in the...... idk shoulder? elbow??? i havent decided yet. somewhere in the arm region.

after this whole ordeal is settled like. in court. both her and shad get put with 2 foster parents who arent like. the worst human beings to ever exist???? they just arent very invested in the actual wellbeing of these kids, and kinda force them into doing interviews and whatnot about their dad that they don't really want to do. i have like nothing planned for this part of the story besides that so you'll just have to bare with me on that scrap of information. all i really have planned is that they move out at 16 bcs their foster parents kinda suck ass!!!!!

aaaannnd thats kinda all i have planned in terms of her!! the only other thing is that she has a tv head gf named tomo, and they are literally the best thing ever and i love them. sadly shad is more of the main character so he has a lot more of his part of the story worked out already, but i am definitely planning on fleshing out shishka more :D!!!!!

i dont know how to end this. take this doodle of her i did in 0.2 seconds

#🫀#📨#original character

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kaalamarii · 4 years

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XOXO (MammonxMC)

This was written for @lumiere-morningstar 💛

Summary: From the chat where Mammon gets a letter he thinks is from MC. MC writes him a letter everyday and Mammon puts them aside, thinking they’re just from Lucifer.

Warnings: Sad Mammon, fluff

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“Here,” MC said, standing in front of Mammon. He was sprawled out on the couch in the common room scrolling through his D.D.D. He looked up, cocking an eyebrow at the pretty girl before him.

She tossed the envelope in her hand down to him and it landed in his lap.

“What’s this?” Mammon asked, turning the envelope over in his hands.

“Just...read it in your room, okay? Not out here.”

Mammon felt his heart flutter as MC walked off, leaving him there to hold the envelope in his hand.

A sealed envelope from MC...that he was to read in his room? Mammon couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. A love letter...MC just gave HIM a love letter!

Mammon’s heart was beating, his hands shaking as he gripped the letter, speed walking to his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the door, holding the letter to his chest.

An actual love letter. From MC.

Finally, it was confirmed. MC felt the same for him as he felt for her. I need to get her a present, Mammon thought. Something nice. Something expensive.

But first, he had to brag.

(Mammon:) Ahem.

Oh boy, he couldn’t wait till his stupid brothers heard about this.

(Mammon:) AHEM!

(Mammon:) HEY! Someone say somethin’!

(Belphie:) No way. I get the feeling it’s going to be something annoying.

(Levi:) Yeah, tell me about it.

Mammon scoffed. Rude. Every last one of ‘em.

(Mammon:) A-H-E-M!

(Satan:)Okay, fine. I don’t care what it is, so just say it already.

(Asmo:) It sounds like he wants to brag about something.

Mammon smiled proudly, sending the ‘Yes!’ sticker.

(Mammon:) Listen up and be amazed! I, The Great Mammon, have received a love letter from MC!

(Belphie:) Huh?

(Levi:) He must be hallucinating again.

(Mammon:) I’m not hallucinatin’! It’s a letter inside a pretty lil envelope? What else could it be besides a love letter?

(Beel:) you mean you haven’t opened it yet?

(Mammon:) Well, it’s kinda sealed shut. Besides, can’t a guy savor the moment a bit before he opens it?

(Belphie:) Wow, I never pegged you as the type.

(Mammon:) Hey! Whaddya mean by that?

I’ll have ya know I’m quite the gentleman! Besides, MC told me to read the letter by myself in my room ❤

And that’s exactly what I plan on doin’.

(Satan:) Well open it up then, “Mr. Gentleman”

(Levi:) Yeah, I don’t think you will be savoring the moment for long after you take a look at what’s inside.

(Mammon:) Ugh, fine! Gimme a moment.

Mammon took a deep breath, shakily and carefully opening the envelope. This was it. He’d finally know for sure that she returned his feelings. Then, she’d be his, and only his. It was like a dream come true, he’d be able to hold her, kiss her, and go on dates with her.

He pulled the letter out and unfolded it.

The demon’s face fell, and he sank to the floor, holding the letter in one hand and the envelope in the other.

(Belphie:) Mammon’s grown awfully silent.

(Lucifer:)That is because the ‘love letter’ is from me. Although I call it an “official written demand of repayment.”

(Levi:)Ha! What a noob, lol.

Mammon felt an aching in his heart and tears started to fall from his eyes, landing on the long list of debts. Every ounce of excitement, of hope, every thought of he and MC being happy and in love, shattered. Mammon balled up the paper and threw it across the room.

He was angry at Lucifer, but he expected something like this from Lucifer. But not MC. MC didn’t make fun of Mammon like his brothers did. She never called him stupid or scum. She even stood up for him most of the time. Mammon couldn’t believe MC was a part of this cruelty. That hurt a hundred times more than anything his brothers could say to him, any torture Lucifer had for him.

Mammon wiped his eyes, getting up to grab his precious Goldie. He stormed out of the house, determined to max out the credit card to get his mind off MC’s betrayal.

“I haven’t seen Mammon in a couple days,” MC stated at breakfast, looking over at the chair next to her where the second born always sat.

“Oh, he ran off to sulk,” Lucifer replied nonchalantly. “I gave him a list of things he needs to pay off.”

“Is that what was in the envelope you had me give to him?”

“Yep.”

Leviathan’s laugh interrupted the conversation. “That moron thought it was actually from MC. As if MC would be interested in a scumbag like Mammon.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” MC shook her head. “You gave me a letter to give to Mammon so he’d think it was from me?”

“Of course. Why else would I have you deliver it?”

“I just thought it was because I’m always with him.”

“Sure,” Satan offered up, “But also if Mammon knew the letter was from Lucifer, he wouldn’t have opened it.”

“Exactly,” said Lucifer, agreeing with Satan for once.

“That’s kinda fucked up, don’t you think?”

“Mammon’s fucked up,” Satan responded.

Asmo sighed. “Seriously MC, I don’t know why you’re so close with Mammon. He acts nice to you, but he’d sell you for a few Grimm.”

MC scoffed. “No, he wouldn’t.”

“Mammon is scum,” Levi spoke up again. “Don’t feel bad for him.”

“Wow,” MC replied, getting up to leave. “You should all really think about how you treat Mammon.”

Heading back to her room, she grabbed a pen and notebook out of her backpack and sat down to write.

Mammon,

I heard you wanted a letter from me.

I’m so sorry that your brothers are dicks to you. I don’t think you’re scum, Mammon. I think you’re sweet and smart and funny, and I love spending time with you.

You’re pretty much my best friend.

Love, MC

P.S. Sorry for giving you that letter from Lucifer. I didn’t know what he was up to, I promise. Xoxo

She sealed in it an envelope and wrote his name with a heart. She snuck to Mammon’s room and set it on his pillow. MC was a bit embarrassed by what she wrote, hoping he wouldn’t find it creepy or weird. She wished that he’d be back soon.

Mammon snuck in late after being gone for a week, body and head exhausted and hungover, he crawled into bed and passed out.

When he woke up, he yawned and stretched before noticing the letter on the bed next to him. He picked it up, scoffed, and tossed it across the room.

There was a new envelope everyday.

Somedays, MC would slip them under his door. Sometimes she’d hand them directly to him. They’d be waiting for him in his room, on his bed again, on his couch. Each time, Mammon would feel a pang in his stomach. He so badly wanted to open them. Maybe one would actually be a letter from her.

But of course it wouldn’t be.

MC would never see him like that. Why would she? Mammon was nothing but a greedy, scummy, piece of shit. His brothers made that clear, and now they had MC joining forces with them.

So the pile of letters grew, a small mountain of various colored envelopes.

When he gets one with a lipstick kiss on the envelope, Mammon loses it. He grabs the pile of discarded envelopes and storms to Lucifer’s office, dumping all of them onto the desk directly on top of whatever Lucifer was working on.

“Mammon, what the f-”

“Ya gotta stop doin’ this to me, Lucifer. Look, I’ll repay everything. I’ll go get a job or something, but please, please, stop getting MC to give me these. I get my hopes up and I know they’re just bills and I can’t anymore. It’s killin’ me.”

Mammon was embarrassed at how emotional he was being, whining and crying to his older brother.

Lucifer stared at the envelopes. “Mammon, these aren’t from me.”

“Whaddya sayin’! Of course they are!”

“No, they’re not.” Lucifer picked up one and ripped it open.

Mammon,

I know you don’t read these which I guess is why I keep writing them. I know that makes no sense. But it helps to write about my feelings for you. It’s a relief to be able to tell you how much I love you, cause I know I can never do it in person.

xoxo,

“Oh...um, Mammon. I think you should read these.”

“You guys are probably just playing tricks on me again.”

Lucifer shoved the letter in Mammon’s face. Mammon wiped his eyes and read over the letter, his heartbeat speeding up.

“This is really her handwriting,” he said in shock.

Lucifer nodded.

“The stupid human really wrote all of these.”

Mammon grinned like mad, gathering all of the letters and rushing back to his room. He threw them onto his bed and sat, cross legged, reading each and every one of them.

A few of them were simple doodles of the two of them and Goldie. Most of them had words of encouragement for him, telling him that she thought he was sweet and a good person (Despite being a literal demon). In every single one was confessions of love and appreciation.

Mammon brought out his D.D.D. and text MC, telling her to come to his room.

MC was thrilled to get a text from Mammon. They hadn’t been spending a lot of time together, and he had barely spoken to her since the day of the first letter. MC slipped on some leggings and an oversized t-shirt and got to Mammon’s room as quickly as she could.

When she saw the opened letters on the bed with him, she grew red. Oh shit.

“Um...you opened the letters.”

Mammon nodded. “Whaddya thinkin’, writing letters like this for me?”

“Mammon, I’m sorry...just f-forget you ever read them.”

“Are you kiddin’ me? You’re the only one who’s ever nice to me, ya know? And now I know how you really feel…”

MC groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

“Of course ya like the Great Mammon! Everyone does. But, uh, iloveyoutooMC.”

“Wait, what?” MC peeked from behind her hand. “Did you just say…”

“Yeah, yeah. Come ‘ere, you!”

Mammon gently grabbed MC’s arm, pulling her to him and pressing his lips to hers. She smiled against his lips. They fell back onto his bed, ripped envelopes and love letters crumbled underneath them. MC rested her head on Mammon’s chest as he pulled her close, both of them smiling wide.

“Does this mean I can stop writing you letters?”

“Ya better not! I expect one first thing tomorrow.”

Mammon planted a small kiss on the top of her head.

Finally, he knew for sure that the human was his.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfiction #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me fluff #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #sad mammon #protect mammon #he is best boi #moronsexual #omswd #mywriting

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mininightmare2 · 2 years

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Doodle Dump: Sandersides x Hollow Knight Designs

Back with a pile of doodles and rough sketches. This time it’s the sides as bugs, I know pretty great revolutionary (lord what’s next?). This was something I had done about two to three months ago? Maybe even longer I don’t quite remember? But either way I actually had a lot fun coming up with these designs. Look blow if you want to see my process for designing them. I do also plan on doing Roman, Remus, Remy and potentially Thomas and Piccani at some point in the future. I don’t know what I’m gonna do with these designs yet, but I’m sure this isn’t the last time you’ll see them.

Patton was the first I designed and one of the ones I’m the proudest of personally and no he is not a bee, though I can see why’d you think that. I based him on a light blue aphid. They’re really fluffy little bugs so I decided to give him a fluffy collar that serves as a stand in for his hoodie, a small pretty small body (he’s definitely the shortest out of all of them), antennae and a pair of little wings. He’s actually one of the only full body drawings I’m really happy with. Don’t have much in terms of his role other than being a friendly little traveling shop keep (who possibly rides around on a snail, but that’s up in the air.)

Logan was the second and so far is the one went through the most change out of anyone here and was also the most frustrating. Originally I wanted him to be a beetle that resembled the soul scholars, but as you can see I struggled. I based him on a black and blue scarab beetle and tried to stay true to that when trying to draw his body. I couldn’t find a design that I liked for his body and was just having a hard time with his design in general, it felt odd and cluttered and out of place. When I had shared these sketches with a friend of mine they had come up with the idea of Logan being a vessel instead and we both really liked the idea. So I did a complete redesign and made him the little vessel, which I was really happy with how it turned out. (He’s also a bit taller than Patton, though probably not by much.) I probably will try to do an alternate design more like my original idea for him but this is his design for now.

Next is Virgil, who I had only designed his mask and hood so far. If you couldn’t tell, he’s based on the spiders in Hollow Knight and I had a lot of fun designing him. I imagine he’s probably one of the spiders that can open up his mask like the Midwife (which I will probably attempt at some point) and probably has a body type similar to Hornet. His needle was a bit frustrating to draw but I’m happy with how it turned out.

Janus was the final design out of this batch and I was decently pleased with his, though he will need touch up. He is a centipede since that’s the most snake-like bug there is. I wanted him to have a shaman vibe to him, similar to the snail shamans, but I don’t feel like I communicated that too well. Conversely he’s also the tallest out of these four, I’m also torn as to wether he has two pairs of arms or not. And yes, his hat his a black acorn cap, not sure we’re he would have gotten it, but it’s neat so don’t think about it too much. His staff was also a bit tricky, yet fun to doodle. I’m actually planning on redrawing his body and polishing his design soon.

I will do a drawing at some point of their more polished designs when I finish Roman, Remus and Remy since I already have ideas for them.

#hollow knight #sandersides #my art #Doodle dump #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #rough sketches and designs

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cuddlepilefics · 3 years

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Markers are not for skin

Fandom: Stray Kids

Little: Hyunjin

Caregiver: Chan

No one’s POV.:

Finishing his morning coffee, Chan put the cup in the sink and made his way to Hyunjin’s room. It was weekend and the dancer had announced the previous night, that he’d use his free time to slip and destress. As his caregiver, the leader would be staying back at the dorms to keep an eye on the little, no matter how often the younger assured he could take care of himself and that the oldest shouldn’t stay back because of him. The rest of the group had gone out because the weather forecast had promised a sunny day, warmer than they had had in a while. That left Chan and Hyunjin as the only two members at the dorm. The leader was actually surprised his dongsaeng hadn’t woken up already due to the ruckus caused by their friends getting ready. He decided to wake the dancer up, so he’d have enough time to be little and play. Sneaking into the younger’s room, he found the little snuggled up under his blanket with his teddy bear in his arms. Apparently, he had gone to bed this way to wake up little the next morning. “Good morning, cutie. Time to get up”, Chan hummed and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling the blanket down a bit and stroking the other’s slim back. Hyunjin stretched with a disapproving whine and shoved his head under his pillow. The older just picked up the pillow and laughed: “Baby, I thought you wanted to play with daddy today but I guess I was wrong and you’d rather stay here alone.” – “Nuh, daddy!”, the dancer called out suddenly wide awake. He sat up and crawled into Chan’s lap. The leader hugged him and smoothed down the messy long hair, smiling: “Well hello there, little one.”

They remained in an embrace for a few minutes and Hyunjin was starting to go back to sleep. “No no baby, no more sleeping. It’s time for breakfast. The others are all gone, so it’s just daddy and Jinnie time today”, the caregiver announced, nudging the dancer to keep him from falling asleep. The younger pouted up at him cutely, asking: “Uppie?” Sighing Chan picked him up and carried him to the kitchen. He set the little down on the counter and gave him a stern look, reminding him not to move and fall off. Then the leader filled a sippy with juice, letting the little drink a bit while he went to wash and cut some fruit. Arranging the bits of chopped fruit to a cute face, he took the plate to the table before returning to collect Hyunjin. The dancer had finished about half of his juice and quickly wrapped his arms around his caregiver’s neck when he appeared in front of him. Chan picked him up and sat down at the table with his dongsaeng on his lap. “CUTE!”, the little squealed as he admired the food. Chuckling, the oldest picked up an apple slice, which had served as an eyebrow, and tapped it against the other’s lips. “Say ah, baby!”, he grinned. Chewing, Hyunjin clapped his hands happily and beamed when the caregiver continued to feed him.

Chan had already had breakfast earlier, so when Hyunjin finished they were ready to start their day. Cleaning the plate, the leader asked: “What do you want to do today, Jinnie?” – “Hmm, can we colow?”, the dancer suggested, chewing on the hem of his shirt. The older nodded and took his hand as they walked back to the little’s room: “Of course, we can color but we should probably brush your hair first and maybe also get you a paci. Look your shirt is already damp from you chewing on it.” Hyunjin looked at his shirt guiltily before letting out a loud whine: “Off!” Rolling his eyes, Chan complied and replaced the dancer’s shirt with one of his largest, before reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling out a light purple pacifier. “Here, cutie. Now let daddy brush your hair and we’re all done”, the leader cooed as he slipped the comfort item between the little’s lips. Hopefully it would keep him quiet because Hyunjin tended to make a fuss when getting his hair brushed in little space. It worked out well and the leader finished off by pinning the front strands back with some colorful hairclips. He then sat down on the floor with his dongsaeng, laying out his coloring books and helping him decide what he wanted to color first. The little had soon picked out a picture of a bear sitting underneath the stars. “Daddy, colow with Jinnie!”, the dancer requested. “Well, what do you want daddy to color?” – “Make the staws, hmm…, yewwow!”, the little giggled, clapping his hands. Chan chuckled, a fond smile spreading on his face as he picked up the yellow crayon and started to fill in the stars.

They had been coloring together for a while when Hyunjin pushed his caregiver out of the room, claiming he wanted to color something for him but Chan wasn’t allowed to look until it was done. To pass the time, the leader set up his laptop in the living room and played around with some new beats. When it had almost been an hour and there was still no sign of the little, the oldest decided to go and check on him. When the door swung open, Hyunjin froze like a deer in the headlights. The marker in his hand cluttered to the ground. ‘Since when did he own markers?’ Chan wondered, not sure when the little had gotten his hands on something other than crayons and colored pencils. They were staring at each other for a few seconds, Hyunjin shocked that someone had walked in on him, Chan shocked because the dancer’s face and arms were covered in colorful doodles. “Look daddy, Jinnie colow fow chu!”, the little exclaimed happily, holding up a picture of a treehouse and birds. The leader facepalmed before putting on a happy face and thanking his dongsaeng for his beautiful artwork. After recapping the open marker, he scooped the little up in his arms frowning: “Jinnie, it seems like you didn’t only color the tree but yourself too.” – “Mhm, Jinnie pwetty!”, the younger giggled. ‘Oh dear, how are we going to get that off?’ the oldest wondered, taking the dancer to the bathroom. He shot a quick text to Felix before starting a bath for Hyunjin. The little giggled as he watched the water rise and was excited his daddy remembered to add a lot of bubbles. Chan then helped him into the tub, handing him a bright yellow rubber duck, and grabbed a washcloth. The leader had been scrubbing the other’s arms for a few minutes already but the lines weren’t really coming off, while the skin grew progressively red. “Nooo daddy, ouchieee!”, the dancer whined, pulling his hand away. He had tried to be a big boy and let his daddy clean him up but it was really starting to hurt. The oldest rana hand through his locks, getting frustrated: “Baby, how are we going to get this off? Markers aren’t for skin.” He hadn’t even started on cleaning Hyunjin’s face yet.

Chan quickly dried off his hands when his phone started to ring. He answered the call and was greeted by Felix low voice: “Ah hyung, I just remembered something. Did you get the marker off yet?” – “No Lix, I didn’t” – the younger laughed, annoying Chan a bit before he answered: “I figured you wouldn’t. Don’t worry, I have some very good make-up remover in my closet that can also remove marker. I may or may not have had to deal with a few pranks and that was the only thing that really helped. You may wanna try it.” – “Mate, you’re a lifesaver, Jinnie’s already upset with me because I’ve been scrubbing his arms so roughly.” – “No problem, see you later, hyung.” And with that the call ended. Hyunjin was so occupied with his bath toy that he didn’t even realize the leader leaving him for a second to retrieve the bottle of make-up remover Felix had talked about. “Alright cutie, let’s give this another try”, the older hummed, approaching the dancer with a soaked cotton pad. The little just scooted away, shaking his head: “No huwt me again, daddy.” – “Oh sweetie, daddy is sorry. It’s not going to hurt this time, I promise”, the leader cooed. Although hesitant, Hyunjin lifted his arm and allowed Chan to gently brush the cotton pad over it. Felix had been right, the lines were fading and after cleaning both the little’s arms, the caregiver also wiped his face clean with gentle strokes, earning a giggle when he booped the tiny nose.

Not long after Hyunjin had gotten out of his bath and changed into a fresh set of clothes, Jisung and Felix came back home from their trip around town. “Here hyung, we got what you asked for”, Felix smiled, handing the leader a small plastic bag before going to ruffle the little’s wet hair, “I see you’re all clean again, little one.” Chan picked the little up and carried him to his room. “Since you wanted so badly to draw on your face, I asked the two to pick us up some face paint”, the leader explained, dumping the contents of the plastic bag onto the carpet they were sitting on. The dancer face lit up as he pouted at his caregiver with hopeful eyes. “Daddy make Jinnie pwetty? Pleasie?” – “Daddy will make Jinnie really pretty. What do you want me to draw baby?” – “Buttewfly!”, the little squealed, tucking his hair behind his ears. Chan grabbed a headband and put it on the younger before picking up a thin brush and some pink face paint. He started applying the paint with light brush strokes, admiring the sparkle in the younger’s eyes. Hyunjin reached up to touch his face before he remembered not to smear the paint, so he just giggled: “Tickles.” – “There, you look really pretty, Jinnie. But, you know what, you already did that before.”

#skz #stray kids #agere #age regression #fluff #cute #little #little space #headspace #bang chan #hwang hyunjin

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lovely-necromancy · 3 years

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A Cure for Insomnia CH.6

You wake up sometime around one. Not too late in the day given your morning. With a decent amount of sleep under your belt you roll over and start striping your bed of its sheets. Then you make your way across your room, picking up stray clothes as you go to your hamper and dump your collection of dirty linens and clothes into it. You carry the hamper to the bathroom where you load half into the washer. There's no real point in separating the clothes from colored items and pastels or whites. You're only twenty-four and don't have your life totally figured out yet. You can be a little lazy with laundry.

Once your first load of laundry is being washed you go to do your weekly tidy of your home. The one good thing that came from the paranoia of your car's break in was you rearranged all the furniture of the home, thus cleaning as you went. So that means it's more of a quick wipe down of counters and sweeping today. Maybe you'd organize your art supplies while doing your laundry. It's an activity that wouldn't distract you too much and make you forget you had laundry in the wash.

You finish washing the dishes from this morning you begin wiping the counters and tabletop when you notice your fidget cube is still on the table where Toby left it earlier.

'Don't want to lose this. Back to the bookshelf where you belong.' When you get to the living room's bookshelf you notice one of your book's is missing. Ironically it's The Book Thief.

'Tobias probably picked it up and put it down somewhere.' you'd keep your eyes peeled for the book while you cleaned.

After wiping down bookshelves, tables, counters, even the mantel over the fire place you still hadn't found your missing book. You probably picked it right up and placed it right back down without even realizing. You'll just keep an eye out until you find it. You don't even reread books, you really just kept a copy to lend out to people when they ask what your favorite books are. It isn't a real big deal if you can't find it, plus there's bound to be a copy floating somewhere in a thrift shop or yard sale.

The washer chimes right as you grab the broom to sweep. Pausing this task to go retrieve your laundry and do the rest. You empty the dirty clothes left in the basket onto the floor and place the clean wet ones inside the basket. After starting the final load you carry the basket out back. As nice as this home is its still small and doesn't have a dryer, which early summer is fine but come fall and winter might be more cumbersome. Seeing as you have to hang the laundry out to dry outside. Maybe when it gets cold you'll just do smaller loads and hang them up in the bathroom or over the fire place. But that's a thought for future you. Right now current you is struggling yet again to get a fitted sheet to sit on the line. Fitted sheets are probably Satan himself in disguise.

When you finish stringing all the laundry up you take a moment to just enjoy the quiet and the peace that comes with the outside. It's nice out here, maybe after you finish the last few chores today you can come out and just draw, it'd be a good way to also keep an eye on this weather in case it turns. While it hasn't happened yet you're very aware of the risks you take by ignoring the existence of meteorologists. And by that you mean just not bothering to look up the weather for the day.

Heading back inside you restart your task of sweeping. Like you thought you've finished before the washer has even completed it's first cycle. The house isn't too big so it's easy to clean it from top to bottom within a day normally, but today you had even less to do thanks to this week's rearranging. So you move on to organizing your art supplies and separating all materials by medium.

Of course arranging materials is never easy, after all you end up staring at all your horded empty sketch books and note how your thumbnail notebooks are just covered in doodles and random scribbles but no real art or ideas. Maybe it's time to start kicking yourself into gear. You ran into a major period of burnout before moving and now with this fresh start you might be able to focus on progressing with art, even if you don't pursue it as a career. You've always loved the ability to draw and create images that make others happy. But right in this moment you just want to make yourself happy. Maybe you could start small just a few still lifes and see how you feel after that.

Hearing the chime of the washer you hurry to finish putting away the supplies in their newly assigned places. Just as before you transfer the wet and clean clothes into the awaiting basket and take them out to be hung to dry. You don't have another fitted sheet this go round so it goes by much faster than it previously had. Now with all of your washing for today hung you head back inside to grab a fresh sketchbook.

Having never been one for scenery, more of a portrait artist, you start off with small things. A few stills of a flower under the window, the old tire swing on the tree, and even the blue jay that dove for dinner right in front of you. Of course all of these were warm ups done in a few minutes, though you really wish you had more time on the blue jay one. You really need practice with things that aren't people.

The warm ups of course don't look very good, but you can still see what you'd been going for. The hatching and smudging you'd done, to increase depth and give the quick drawing more life, did help a little but it was clear this was an area where you weren't skilled. But that didn't deter you, after all you needed more practice and wouldn't be getting better without it.

Deciding to draw the scene before you, a small open meadow surrounded by trees, in other words your backyard with your drying laundry. You start off slow and make sure to actually look and take in the yard in front of you, doing your best to not just make up the trees and their shapes as you go. Soon you are lost in the meditative muscle memory of drawing. The scratching of pencil scrapping across paper further lulling you into a trance like state as you etch out the scenery.

A harsh breeze blows through and the loud flapping of sheet hitting sheet knocks you loose from your trance. Checking to make sure none of your laundry was flying off, it hadn't the laundry was still secured to the line. Smiling you glance down to actually see what you've sketched out so far. It isn't too bad, though you aren't sure how long you've been working on it, the trees all have a distinct shape rather than your typical cartoon one size fits all attempts. Scanning the page your eyes catch onto something off, out in the tree line it looks like you'd drawn a figure hiding behind a tree.

Hearing the beating of your heart that's currently hammering against your chest you look around. Did your mind do that as a joke or had someone genuinely been watching you draw? Your mouth is dry as your eyes scan the tree line for any sign of what could've been mistaken for a person, but you saw nothing. No one was there. Had anyone ever really been there? Why would you draw that? Why wouldn't you remember doing it? You don't feel safe out here anymore. There are eyes watching you you can feel it. They may not physically be there but the phantom eyes that surround you and cause your skin to crawl make sure you know of their presence. You take that as a sign to head inside for the evening, one that doesn't need to be repeated.

You lock the door immediately behind you and check your phone. It's seven, and you have an email notification. Thanking whatever power for the distraction you slide down your back door and open the notification. It's from Hollis!

YN r u coming to SND? It's that teen beach zombie movie u love. Y;know the awful D list one Blk and wht with the 50yos playing teenagers

Lemme know I'll save your seat.

Sent 6:47 P.M.

They're so sweet to remember you loved this awful D list zombie movie. Horrible subplots and main plot and all. But you're a little spooked right now and watching even that joke of a horror movie is probably too much for you. You doubt you'd feel better by the time ten rolls around to watch it. Not to mention your battery's still drained from Toby this morning. And knowing for a fact you'd probably stay late to talk till morning with Hollis, Jake, and Kirby you decide it's best to skip this week. Just not having the energy to handle Saturday Night Dead.

Nah, sorry man. Battery's dead from being social earlier. Thanks tho, I do appreciate you! ….....,.... lemme know what next week's movie is!

Sent 7:10 P.M.

It'd probably be a good time to make something for dinner, there's a box of mac n cheese in the pantry. Simple but always beloved. As you wait for Hollis to respond you start on boiling water. But you didn't have to wait too long since they'd answered near instantly.

Chill, don worry we'll catch ya next week

…..oooop

ot not...Kirb's said it's the start of watching the entire warren file collection

starting from the beginning

...well the first movie released, Insidious. LOL we probs won't ever see you again.

Sent 7:12 P.M.

How dare Kirby betray you like this. First off those movies are awful, and like not cheesy awful just awful awful. Not to mention he knows how you feel about the Warrens and their cases. You have a power point presentation ready for that dick the next time you see him. ...well not literally but you'd make one to prove a point!

Where's Kirby now? I just wanna talk, I just wanna talk is all.

Sent 7:18 P.M.

Already ran off toy vermont probably

will we get blessed with a ted talk nxt week?

Sent 7:20 P.M.

I can't tell if you're joking or not. If you aren't then yea I can make a power point and we'll play that instead of the movies. Every week until this town understands the severity of this.

Sent 7:21 P.M.

Ya just jkin.

Your passionate hate is funny tho, so could be good to do something mid warren marathon.

Sent 7:23 P.M.

Guess the dissertation on how horrendous the “exorcisms” were will have to wait. They'd just been joking. This is probably a good ending of the conversation anyway, it's hard to tell sometimes but you feel you'll just run in circles with the current topic or worse fall into a rant that they won't read all the way through because they'll have left with the rest of the stunt gang to get dinner before heading over to the Cryptonomica for Saturday Night Dead. Hollis is typically a real good sport about this kinda thing but you'd rather not bog down their night with your hate boner for the Warrens.

'I'll let them know later that I'll still come to Saturday Night Dead next week.' you think as you dump the pasta into the water that finally came to a boil. It's quiet as you cook your macaroni dinner. You'd normally not notice the lack of sound or life in your home before, but maybe having Connor and Toby over put things into perspective. Guests aren't really a thing you've ever had, you always feel rude if your social battery runs out before someone's stay is over. But maybe you're lonely, and it's put you on edge.

Though this week would've put anyone on edge, you have still been alone in this house for two months. That can't be healthy for your mental well being, humans are social creatures by nature after all. Maybe you could get a pet, something that'd make it's fair share of noise and give the home a bit more life than your normally hollow shell wondering the halls. Are you even sure you want a pet? Do you have time for one? You have the standard nine to five, but what about when you're off on a nightly trip because of your sleeplessness? What if you forgot about them? Hell your brain's been so foggy these last few months, it wouldn't be surprising.

Like a sign from the divine themselves, the pot of water boils over. Steam is rising as the sizzling is heard. Your head snaps twice to the right as you scramble to lower the heat and raise the pot off the eye. Putting it down on an unused eye you give it a quick stir and thankfully no pasta got burned to the bottom of the pan....this time. The pasta seems a little crunchy but a texture you'll eat so you kill the hot eye and start on the cheese portion of your mac n cheese.

As you eat you continue your original debate about getting a pet. Ultimately deciding that you just aren't ready for that kind of responsibility right now. Sure you'd had tons of pets in your parents' home but that was with a financial safety net and back when your mental health wasn't all over the place. Not to mention the pets were family pets and responsibility was split three ways.

There isn't much room in your home for you to have a roommate, and that presents a whole nother set of challenges. You could try to make friends through online forums again! It's hard to talk to people in general but you always get scared off before replying to a comment or post. Or overshare to the point people infantize you. Even better trying therapy out could help with your loneliness. Hah ok good one, even if you had money for it consistently you don't think you could trust someone knowing all your secrets but not knowing any of theirs. And while that in and of it self is an example of why you need it, you're rational enough to realize you aren't ready for that either.

After finishing your meal you put away the left overs and clean the dishes. You'll be happier tomorrow knowing they aren't your problem to deal with. You start to make your way to your bedroom but freeze just before the hall.

'You shouldn't stay here...you need to leave.'

A glance at the time tells you it's eight thirty-nine, if you left right now you could make it to Saturday Night Dead with time to spare. You don't need to fill the loneliness with new friends, just spend time with the ones you already have. Duh. Turning you grab your keys off the bookshelf and take one of the masks hanging from a hook by the door.

Checking your door was locked and locking your car once you were in, you're ready to drive. Knowing you're still overstimulated you forgo the music on this drive, hoping it will calm you down enough to enjoy the movie and some down time with friends. And that would help put a pin in your self isolating habits. It'd really be nice if you brought movie snacks over to surprise the gang. You're pretty sure the mini mart carries everything you need. Jake likes swedish fish, Hollis is addicted to those extreme sour airhead ropes, and Kirby's a weirdo with his love of red vines and surge. Hahaha that man will die before he's thirty-eight.

Still having the extra time you deiced to stop by the mini mart and grab the candy. What's the worse that can happen you have another panic attack in front of strangers. Plus you hadn't seen Magnolia the last few times and you'd hate for her to think you'd been ignoring her. Pulling into the empty mini mart parking lot you take a breath to steel your resolve before leaving your car.

Tim looks at the door when he hears the chime and stiffens when he sees you. Fuck you did have a panic attack in front of this guy last night, plus you really haven't formally met. But didn't Toby say his roommate was named Tim? And he and Brian were both here talking with Tim last night before you came in. That can't be coincidence.

“uh...hi?” you say awkwardly standing in the doorway, door closed behind you.

“um, hi?” perfect he's just as awkward in this situation as you are. You can work with this.

Moving through the first two isles you keep your eyes peeled for Magnolia, even though you can make this an in and out trip for candy, you do miss the little bodega cat.

“Wh- hey are you, are you even ok to be here?” Tim calls as he rounds the counter and makes his way to you.

“Huh? Oh...oh yea. I'm chill now.” you hear the bell before you see her. The little ting tin ting of her bell that comes with the grace only fluffy cats have.

“You literally collapsed on the floor last night after blacking out while driving.” his tone is very stern. He and Nate would probably get on like a house on fire. The grumpy old men who secretly care a lot duo.

“I don't remember collapsing...but I know I didn't drive.” well you don't know that but you do firmly believe that.

The man is just turning into the isle when you spot the floof sauntering just behind him. Magnolia didn't spare either of you a glance as she made her way to the counter. Probably going to her bed, an old shipping box for apples, you'd just meet her over there then. With no warning to the man you squeeze past him and and follow the cat. Agitated footsteps following after you in your quest to pet the cat.

Magnolia perks up upon seeing you, the flicking of her tail letting you know she's anticipating her pets. The huffing Tim hovering behind you isn't as pleased with your actions as the cat is. The man is radiating negativity, annoyance maybe or is it concern that breeds frustrated anger? The second he starts to clear his throat, as if to remind you of his hovering, you roll your eyes.

Looking back at him over your shoulder you see him in all his grumpy man glory. His brow was furrowed so hard his thick eyebrows nearly covered his eyes. But with the way his lips emoted the man before you looked more like a pouting muppet. It would be funny if it weren't for the foreboding feeling of the moments before being reprimanded by a teacher.

When you straighten up you take note that your eyes meet perfectly. He's the same height as you that's surprising, you thought he'd be taller than 5'7. His eyes widen slightly at seeing your full height, it must've thrown him off since the first time he saw you, you'd actively been trying, and had succeeded at looking smaller.

“What are you doing here?” well he doesn't get thrown off for long.

Running a hand through Magnolia's fur a few more times as you respond, “Petting Magnolia.” you really are a little shit sometimes.

“No...no, why are you out? Toby had to take you home last night, you shouldn't just be waltzing around town after that.” maybe it was frustrated concern.

“Oh I'm fine now.”

Magnolia at this point has jumped up on the counter and is headbutting you for more attention. Chuckling you turn your attention back to her. Meanwhile Tim behind you is at a loss for words.

“Fine?? You don't just...bounce back from a panic attack.”there's personal experience behind those words.

“I just rationalize things fast.” Hearing the trill of the clock on the wall reminds you that you need to grab those snacks and head over to the Cryptonomica for movie night.

Going to the candy isle you grab one of each of the gang's favorites, you snag a bag of white cheddar popcorn on the way to the counter and place your items there. Tim doesn't get a word out before you rush off to the cooler near the back that is in all honesty pretty sketch. Like who even makes Fruitopia anymore? That stuff got discontinued in the early 2000s. The cooler even has Hi-C Ecto Coolers...you might actually check if they're in date and grab a few.

Rummaging around the cooler you finally spot the weird tech green and black splattered can proudly stating SURGE. It has no date...questionable at best. But hey it's only Kirby drinking it, and it's been well established that man will die well before middle age. Grabbing a can to check the Ecto Coolers, luck is on your side! These cans are from the re-release that happened as a promotion for the Ghostbusters revival a few years back, they'll be good for another two years! For now you'll just take one so you won't have to worry about lugging cans around for the movie.

Once your new items are placed on the counter the expression on Tim's face cannot even be described. The questions of the surge are probably the ones easiest to read...or they're just the most predictable.

“Kirby likes red vines and surge, sickening right?” Maybe a little joke will break the ice.

“...Like that little round pink...thing?” What?

The laughter is coming out before you can stop it, the image of said pink Kirby consuming red vines and surge only to accessorize as your friend comes to mind. It's adorable and cursed at the same time. Adorably cursed. You'll have to draw that and print a few copies to hang around the Cryptonomica.

“No,” you're choking on giggles at this point, “Kirby, the owner of the Cryptonomica.” catching your breath and regaining your composure, “It's that tourist trap just across from the RV park.”

“Oh.” normally such a short cold reply would make you shut down the conversation. But This is Toby's roommate, and if you want to be friends with Toby, you'll probably run into him a lot more. Plus if he's a new night shift cashier it wouldn't hurt to be on good terms with him for when you're out on adventures.

“Yea, hey Toby mentioned you three just came to town, so you might not have known but the Cryptonomica does a weekly movie night on Saturdays. Saturday Night Dead. Normally it's awful old horror movies but next week they're starting a Warren Case files “arch”.” Tim doesn't take the conversation bait at the pause.

“It's a great way to meet other locals, you guys should check it out if you get the chance. It starts at ten and runs till one or so on most weeks.” Olive branch has been extended.

Tim relaxes for the first time since you got here tonight. The sheepish look on his face and twitchy pupils give the impression he's thinking it over. He sighs and nods before saying, “Yea, that sounds...nice.”

Olive branch skeptically taken! You'll count this one as a win in your book. With the mood lightened Tim breaks the ice a bit further.

“Surge and red vines can not be good for you.”

“Right! If living off mountain dew and pizza rolls doesn't kill him, this for sure will.” you both have a small laugh at that. It's nice to finally have cleared up the mix up from the beginning of the week. Which reminds you.

“Oh...um...I'm YN by the way. It's nice to meet you...sorry for the two,” your neck tics to the side, “previous nights.” you finish.

“Tim...and it,uh happens sometimes...'s fine.” Score awkward acknowledgment of previous meetings and you can now erase those from your nightly anxieties.

Tim finishes ringing and bagging your items and you pay. Giving another pet to the curled up kitty on the counter you nod farewell to Tim.

A trill rings out from the clock on the wall. It's ten.

Two heads snap to look at the wall. You take a second glance at your phone while Tim checks his watch. Both say the clock on the wall is correct. But it just turned nine not even ten minutes ago. Right? You can brush off yourself loosing track of time but when you involve another person that just doesn't make sense. Tim looks just as concerned as you. Only Magnolia lays unaffected by the lost fifty minutes.

“I should go.” Tim nods numbly to you as you exit the store.

You won't be able to make it to the movie, well you could but you'd disturb someone if you walked in mid movie. Choosing to go home instead you drive, once again without music. Entering your home you hang your mask back on the hook. Putting away the drinks and snacks for next weekend, you make your way to your bedroom. Once again freezing just before the hallway. Turning to your living room you can see a book in the middle of your coffee table. You definitely don't remember the book being there, and doubt you'd miss it out in the open. But as you got closer you could confirm, even in the dark, that it was The Book Thief.

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