#but heigh ho here we are

[quatregats]

Editing my cringe thesis writing my cringe statement of purpose filling out my cringe applications

#and by cringe i do literally mean thing that makes me cringe when i read it or think about it #i'm fine i just need to remember how to be a person who exists on earth and be okay with it #tomorrow i have to hit send so it doesn't even matter anyways #also i have no idea if my recommenders are checking their emails right now but aaaa i hope they submit the lettters #tbf this is on me for being late i could have started the apps before break #but heigh ho here we are #perce rambles #(yes i promise after this one i'll be done)

[leaderintitleonly]

If you bring adoption into this, I will metaphorically stab you. My birth mother had a choice. She picked adoption. She got to pick that. How is this difficult to understand? An agnostic/atheist leaning family chose adoption... Don’t understand? Handy dandy opinion piece not written by me but with a similar view point to try and help you understand. Please read it. If you drag this topic into your arguments, I will be metaphorically stabbing you for this. And what do I mean by “this” well, Americans are gonna know cause it’s June 24th, 2022 and I had multiple panic attacks today because you need to understand human rights are not politics “as usual”. They are non-negotiable. Thanks.

#heigh ho mun #interrupting your scheduled rp for this crap because i'm not okay today #yeah i just read the news and i have a stress headache now #gotta go help my dad cause this is multiple seizures now cause guess who reacts badly to human suffering #yep it's an old italian man who can't handle human beings being cruel to each other #i am not your pro life argument you need to stop #there now MAYBE that'll keep the weirdos who make this their personality out of sight #but hey i got the block button ready so ya know #there now hopefully we can keep the fundies from reblogging this and whining like the entitled pissbabies like they are #and if you see this fundies yes you are entitled pissbabies #that's what the nuns told me to call you ENTITLED #mmhmm just gonna spam tags here to keep this hopefully buried #current events #current events cw #supreme court cw #supreme court #roe v. wade #roe v. wade cw

[pika-ace]

TWST: Disney Knowledge Yuu

Well, everyone wanted a Part 2, so here you go!

(Part 1)

Deuce: The Star festival is based on a story about a wooden doll who came to life

Yuu: Oh, Pinocchio

Trey: Pino-what?

Yuu: But I swear, if donkeys or whales are involved, I’m out.

Deuce: Whaaaa…?

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Scarabia students: Stop, you street rat!!

Yuu: Huh, so this is how Aladdin feels…

Grim: NOW IS NOT THE TIME-

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(During Jamil’s Overblot)

Yuu: Okay, if he starts talking in nothing but puns, we kill him

Kalim: Wait no-

((Bonus - Yuu: Fight like a man, you snake!

OB!Jamil: A snake, am I? >:3

Yuu: Oh fuck, why did I say that…? XS))

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(Meeting the dwarves)

Dominic: I’m Dominic, nice to meet you :)

Yuu: Doc…

Gran: I’m Gran, don’t mess with me >:(

Hop: And I’m Hop! Yay! :D

Yuu: Grumpy…Happy…

Sleepy: *yawns* I’m Sleepy… -_-

Snick: I’m Snick…

Yuu: Sleepy and…?

Snick: *sneezes*

Yuu: Ah, Sneezy

Timmy: *shyly* I-I’m Timmy…

Yuu: Bashful, so then which one’s Dopey?

Last Dwarf: What’s my name again? :3c

Dominic: Don’t forget your name, Toby :(

Yuu: Oh my god…

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Neige: *singing their song for the contest*

Yuu: *singing along softly* Heigh ho, Heigh ho, it’s home from work we go…

NRC: …Those aren’t the words??????

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(At Harveston)

Epel: The Queen prized apples above all else

Yuu: Uh-Huh…

Epel: It’s tradition to make a wish at the wishing well

Yuu: Checks out…

Epel: And the sled race is inspired by forest creatures who helped a girl lost in the woods

Yuu: Geez, this WHOLE TOWN is just one big Snow White reference!

Epel: What in tarnation…?

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Yuu: *already decorating for Halloween*

Grim: Why the early start?

Yuu: I live in the LITERAL HAUNTED MANSION RIDE, I’m taking full advantage of this

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(Fairy Gala)

Crowley: These are fairies of creating

Yuu: Tinker Bells

Crowley: Huh?

Yuu: Just call them Tinker Fairies *softly* Hopefully they aren’t all brats…

Crowley: Oooookaaaaay…?

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Crowley: Alright, everyone who’s going to the Gala must use this Pixie Dust

Yuu: Remember everyone, have faith and trust :3

Leona: Why the fuck would we need-

Yuu: Why can’t this stuff make us fly? >:/

Jamil: *visible concern*

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(During Book 5 probably)

Ace: (about to eat an apple turnover)

Yuu: *slaps it out of his hands* NO ONE EAT ANYTHING APPLE RELATED

Epel: But why?? D:

Yuu: Just trust me on this

((I know Book 4 was just finished like 2 weeks ago but HURRY UP AND LOCALIZE BOOK 5, DISNEY!!))

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst yuu #yuu #deuce spade #trey clover #disney #haunted mansion #epel felmier #leona kingscholar #jamil viper #kalim al asim #neige leblanche #twst book 5 #twst book 4 #overblot

[tabithatwo]

Okay I need to go to bed but here I am maybe everyone else pieced this together already but I’ve been thinking about everything they lost in the fire. It isn’t just the shelter obviously. They grabbed some stuff but I doubt they have cabin guys seemingly limitless ammo like I’m certain that’s limited now. So the way they have to hunt game is also going to change. As in more trapping, as in pits, as in pit girl fell into perhaps what was built to be an animal trap all along. And maybe you’re thinking gee op, I actually realized that wasn’t just their girl hunting device from moment one and we didn’t really need this series of events to understand that it would also be a thing for animals! but I just realized this so! Anyway this show is bigger on accidental death that characters can use to eschew blame thus far than I had previously thought it would be, so animal traps rather than like heigh-ho heigh-ho it’s off to work we go, we’re digging traps for our friends, heigh-ho heigh-ho heigh-ho would fall in there too, y’know? Referred blame, accidental on purpose, unintentional intentional and the like.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers

[lisaas2418]

Imagine the boys performing absolutely beautiful at the house of mouse imagine the house of mouse reaction to their performance

Vil: Buckle up boys we are gonna perform "Absolutely Beautiful" in the house of mouse

The others: WHAT?!

Oh man the others would be so unnerved to do the whole dance again 😂

I mean Kalim and Rook would probably be excited, but the others not

Anyway after practicing the dance....again they perform at the end of the show and since they didn't have fought an overblot, they are doing much better.

Everybody loved it, the evil queen was inpressed by it aswell.

Yuu did what they did best and clapped the loudest

Yuu: YOU GUYS WERE AMAZING 🥳

But then Yuu had a special surprise

Yuu: Hey mickey I know it's the end of the show but can I stream a video from another peformence the boys did, it's not long I promise

Mickey: Sure why not 😁

Yuu: Thank you 😊

What Yuu filmed was the moment the boys sang with Neige the "Heigh-Ho" song at the end of the contest.

The audience found that great even a little funny, but the boys......yeah they were not happy 😅

The boys:..............

Yuu: .............I regret nothing 😊

(storms of with Grim)

Ace: COME BACK HERE 😡

(runs after them)

#twisted wonderland #house of mouse au #vil schoenheit #twst yuu #anon asks

[ashfae]

A03 meme

A03 meme time, except I've been writing and posting fanfic to the internet since before A03. And before fanfiction.net. And before Geocities. And before the World Wide Web. There's fic of mine with ASCII doodle illustrations somewhere out there where the wild BBSes once roamed…I was tagged by @moveslikebucky; thanks Buckie, here goes. <3

how many works do you have on Ao3? 54. (and yes if we added in all the fanfic outside of A03 it'd be a larger number but I can't be bothered to consolidate it all)

what’s your total Ao3 word count? 341,744, which is better than I was expecting, yay.

what fandoms do you write for? At the moment it's just Good Omens, but there's been a lot of Dragon Age, some Lord of the Rings, and way back in the day there was Harry Potter and a lot of anime. I am toying with dipping my toe back in LotR, there's a thing I wrote ages ago that's entirely finished and just needs editing and I've been meaning to get it out there for ages. It's long though, so that'd be a commitment.

what are your top five fics by kudos? What Custom Strictly Divided (507) Like an Echo Far Away (415) (this one wasn't in the top five last week when I first started writing this post! So I think @mielpetite gets all the credit for boosting it with amazing fanart) What Comes From Your Hand (402) Give Me Your Illusions (346) Nightswimming (307)

do you respond to comments? Yep! Sometimes just with "Thanks!" or hearts but I try to. Though they get away from me sometimes and then I do a bunch all at once.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Definitely Warmaiden, which is my "What if Éowyn got the One Ring?" fic, from an idea that occurred to me one day and wouldn't leave. Clearly that doesn't end well for her, or anyone. From GO fandom it's probably Silent Night, which I still want to expand into a larger fic to be a set with Give Me Your Illusions. Someday, someday.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of them! But for the happiest I'd say Swan Lake Revised, cowritten with @mostlyjustgoose. And if we ever get part three up it'll be even more happy. And smutty. Very smutty.

Do you get hate on fics? Very rarely. I've been lucky there.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh here's the irony. I used to do a lot a lot a LOT of online roleplaying and mygod I wrote smut. So much. So. Much. I don't do as much rp these days but even so the threads I have going are still frequently pure filth. But in fic, much less so, even though I want to. Why it all gets channeled into rp and not as much into my fanfic I do not know. Honestly I want to write a lot more of it. Smut forever!!

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Sometimes, when I have a good idea. But the craziest one I ever wrote, ages ago, was a pure crackfic for my 21st birthday, where I imagined a bizarre party for myself in which LOADS of fictional characters (mostly from anime) showed up so I could make them interact in wacky ways. It was utterly ridiculous but amused me. Making all the characters voiced by Megumi "She's Everywhere!!" Hayashabara meet up and wonder why they all sound alike, for example. Also I wish I'd written an Artemis Fowl breaks into Gringotts to rob it fic before I became so disillusioned with both Artemis Fowl and Harry Potter. Heigh ho.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yep. It was impressive how lazy the person was about it too, they stole all the html as well. Someone brought it to my attention pretty quickly.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Twice, yes. Into Portuguese, as I remember.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Hi @mostlyjustgoose, I adore you, please co-write things with me forever. <3 Our baby is Unusual Strings, a reverse omens AU love story, and it's SO. CLOSE. to being done. So close. Aughhhh. I love our angel!Crowley and demon!Aziraphale so, so much.

What’s your all time favorite ship? Aziraphale and Crowley, Faramir and Éowyn, Hiccup and Astrid. Don't make me choose between those three, my head will explode.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Shut up shut up I will finish all of them ALL OF THEM I SAY…sigh. Beauty and the Battousai. Though I should probably mention A Demon in the Dreaming and The Queen Bee. (they're plotted and outlined and parts are written aaahhh come on ADHD meds help me out here)

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, definitely. I'm good at putting humour into things. Got compared to Patricia Wrede once and honestly, life goal achieved there. I can do memorable phrases and descriptions and edit well.

What are your writing weaknesses? What is plot. Why does it hate me. Why are my original characters one-dimensional cardboard. What is worldbuilding and how do I do it without getting stalled into paralysis. Baaaah. This is why my original novel will never be finished and I keep running back to fanfic instead.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Hoo boy contentious subject! I love reading it so long as it's translated somewhere in the footnotes, I'd be happy to write it if I knew other languages, the question of whether it should be italicized or not has apparently Officially been settled by The Publishing Industry on the side of Not.

First fandom you wrote for? Oh gosh I think it was the Dragonlance books by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. The first that ever got shown to other people was Ranma 1/2 though.

Favorite fic you’ve written? It's still What Custom Strictly Divided. Though Unusual Strings comes very close.

Gaaah I'm always worried I'll tag people who don't want to be tagged so, erk, um...if they're willing, @racketghost, @indieninja92, and @holycatsandrabbits! And you, if you're reading and want to do this, please say I tagged you. I meant to really, honest. ;)

#ask meme #a03 meme #fanfic meme #yay I wrote things

[askyuuandco]

Twst Incorrect Quotes part 8

Ace: *about to say something smart*

OB! Dragon Malleus: *pissed that the rebellious group is winning* SHUT UP! *huffs and puffs* I'm going to kill the next person I f***ing see I swear to god-*gasp*

Yuu: Hello! Hi! I'm so happy to see you! :D

Rebellious Sleeper Group: WHHEEZZEE HAHAHAHAHA!!! >X'D

OB! Malleus: *sweating nervously and turns into humanoid form* hhheeeyyy omg OuO'///

Rebellious Sleeper Group: *dying of laughs more*

OB! Malleus: omg, what's going on? \(OuO'////)/

Yuu: Wow I'm so happy to see you *continues to be silly* X3

Silver & Sebek: *who hasn't laughed once* can you guys please take this seriously =-='///

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Yuu: *seeing Stitch for the first time in IRL* STITCCCCHHHH!!! :D

Also Yuu: *realizing that both Grim and Stitch are chaotic Gremlins* NOOOOO!!!! My vacationnnnnnn ;A;'/// *curls up into a ball* ;m;

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Ruggie: 1+1 *gives a drum beat*

Kalim: 2 *dancing*

Ruggie: 2+2

Kalim: 4! :D

Ruggie: 4+4

Kalim: 8

Ruggie: 8+8

Kalim: I don't know :D

Ruggie: YOU DON'T KNOW?! >W>'///

Kalim: Idk ;v;

Ruggie: weojagowaiegjaw You don't know?!

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Crewel: aren't you a little young to be a guidance councilor?

MC/Yuu (14-18): yes. Yes I am. :D

Crewel: well I'd say I'm very impressed ._.

---alt.---

Crewel: Aren't you a little young to be a guidance councilor

Mc/Yuu (20+): No. No I am not U_U

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(this one is going to be long so....I apologize/not apologize Chapter 7 spoilers)

General Lilia: *see's a bubble* HEY!!! WHO BLEW THIS BUBBLE!!!? *pops it* YOU ALL KNOW THE RULES!!! >:(

Soldiers: All bubble blowing babies will be beaten senseless by every able bodied patren in the camp

General Lilia: THAT'S RIGHT! SO WHO BLEW IT!? D:<

MC/Yuu, Sebek, Silver, and Grim: (>m>'///) (<m<'////) *starts popping the bubbles around them*

General Lilia: OH! So NOBODY knows-

Soldier 1: maybe it was-

General Lilia: SHUT UP! *throws a chair* SOMEBODY IN HERE AIN'T A REAL MAN! D:<

MC/Yuu, Sebek, Silver, and Grim: *about to leave* OmO'///

General Lilia: YOU 4!!! WE'RE ON A BABY HUNT! AND DON'T THINK WE DON'T KNOW HOW TO WEED THEM OUT! NOW EVERYBODY LINE UP!!!

All: *does as told* ;-;'///

General Lilia: BAUL!!! TIME FOR THE TEST! >:D

Baul: *gives the thumbs up and plays the song*

General Lilia: No baby can resist sing along to this! >:)

MC/Yuu: *whispers* Silver...it's the heigh ho song!!! ;m;'///

Silver: *whispers back* I know ;-;'///

General Lilia: *walking around checking to see who it is* >:(

Soilder 2: *coughs*

General Lilia: IT WAS YOU! YOU'RE THE BABY!? D:<

Solider 2: NO I ONLY COUGHED I SWEAR!!!

General Lilia: *gives the I'm watching you face and leaves* Baul turn up the song louder!!! D:<

Solider 2: *quiet* phew

Silver: *whispers* don't sing a long guys ;-;

Sebek & Yuu: *whispers* We're trying ;m;'///

Grim: *whispers* trying so hard ;m;

General Lilia: *stops at the 4 kids and since menacingly* We dig up diamonds by the score, A thousand rubies, sometimes more, Though we don't know what we dig 'em for, We dig, dig, dig-a-dig, dig, Heigh-ho - >:D

4 Teen: GAAASSSPPP!!!! OAO'///

???: Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, heigh ho, Heigh-ho, heigh-ho It's home from work we go! :D

All: <.<

General Lilia: Well well well >:D *goes over to the fake guards* Which one of you babies was it?!

Owl Guards in disguise: It was him! Um! He did!...I've never listed to Heigh-ho, It's home from work we go! *covers their mouth*

General Lilia: WELL LOOKS LIKE WE GOT OURSELVES A DOUBLE BABY! >:D

Soliders: *crack their knuckles and start beating the tar out of the two soldiers*

Grim: we should go...O-O'///

Yuu: yeaaaahhhh >m>'///

#twisted wonderland #twst incorrect quotes #if you know you know then you know for the last quote #*cough* spongebob *cough*

[doctorhoe]

an aspect of much ado that is rarely ever talked about is the fact that donpedro comes up with his plan to get benedick and beatrice together after having a conversation about the other with each of them. during his conversation with donpedro benedick has is famous freudian slip: "I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before he transgressed" - no one has suggested he marry her up to this very moment.

after benedick is done ranting about how terrible beatrice is he storms offstage at seeing the very one and donpedro has a conversation with her aswell during which she hints at her and benedick's history together: "Indeed, my lord, he lent it (his heart) me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it."

later she turns donpedro down when he offers to marry her despite apparently not being as content single as she formerly pretended to be: "Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!" Of course, this is beatrice were talking about so we have to get a healthy load of sarcasm out of the way but even so there is I think a kernel of truth to what she is saying here.

so donpedro leaves these two encounters with the impression that a) benedick has once thought of marrying beatrice or ar the very least considered it an option b) beatrice has once had feelings for benedick and perhaps vice versa (and it is very likely that benedick destroyed whatever was there out of sheer stupidity/inability to read his own feelings) and c) beatrice (despite maybe not being as opposed to the concept of marriage as she claims) is definitely not going for anyone who offers himself to her even when she genuinely likes and respects him (like she does donpedro). and it is only after having obtained these three pieces of information that he suddenly comes up with the gulling plan.

while my feelings on donpedro are mixed (to say the least) since he does later contribute to the shaming of Hero I think it's kind of sweet how as soon as he realises the situation between his two friends he tries to find a solution. he also does it for fun, sure. but a lot does suggest that he also does it out of love for both beatrice and benedick.

#shakespeare #much ado about nothing

[kvetchlandia]

Bill Brandt     Poet Dylan Thomas at the Salisbury Pub, London     1941

I

I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils; There in their heat the winter floods Of frozen loves they fetch their girls, And drown the cargoed apples in their tides.

These boys of light are curdlers in their folly, Sour the boiling honey; The jacks of frost they finger in the hives; There in the sun the frigid threads Of doubt and dark they feed their nerves; The signal moon is zero in their voids.

I see the summer children in their mothers Split up the brawned womb's weathers, Divide the night and day with fairy thumbs; There in the deep with quartered shades Of sun and moon they paint their dams As sunlight paints the shelling of their heads.

I see that from these boys shall men of nothing Stature by seedy shifting, Or lame the air with leaping from its heats; There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse Of love and light bursts in their throats. O see the pulse of summer in the ice. II

But seasons must be challenged or they totter Into a chiming quarter Where, punctual as death, we ring the stars; There, in his night, the black-tongued bells The sleepy man of winter pulls, Nor blows back moon-and-midnight as she blows.

We are the dark derniers let us summon Death from a summer woman, A muscling life from lovers in their cramp From the fair dead who flush the sea The bright-eyed worm on Davy's lamp And from the planted womb the man of straw.

We summer boys in this four-winded spinning, Green of the seaweeds' iron, Hold up the noisy sea and drop her birds, Pick the world's ball of wave and froth To choke the deserts with her tides, And comb the county gardens for a wreath.

In spring we cross our foreheads with the holly, Heigh ho the blood and berry, And nail the merry squires to the trees; Here love's damp muscle dries and dies Here break a kiss in no love's quarry, O see the poles of promise in the boys. III

I see you boys of summer in your ruin. Man in his maggot's barren. And boys are full and foreign to the pouch. I am the man your father was. We are the sons of flint and pitch. O see the poles are kissing as they cross.

-- Dylan Thomas, “I See the Boys of Summer”  1934

[ayumicchi14]

GAKUEN K -WONDERFUL SCHOOL DAYS-

Fushimi Saruhiko route

EVENT 04

Sorry for the late update. Life has been so hectic. Here's the fourth event translation

Konohana Saya: (Okay, since the class is over. Let's head over to the club)

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Oi."

Konohana Saya: "Eh? Me?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Right. After changing into the gym clothes, come to the courtyard after school."

Konohana Saya: "Eh, courtyard? What do you mean by changing..."

Konohana Saya: (Maybe it's a job from blue club or student council)

Konohana Saya: (Ah, maybe there's a training! Let's put up the spirit and go)

*Courtyard*

Konohana Saya: "Fushimi-kun, as promised I've come changing in gym clothes."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Ah, finally you came. For now I'll give you the cotton gloves and shovel."

Konohana Saya: "T-Thank you. So we will training using these things?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Huh? What are you saying? What we are going to do today is weeding."

Konohana Saya: "Eh, Weeding? Is that blue club works?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "This is not blue club works. It's discipline committee member works."

Konohana Saya: "I see. But, I'm not a part of discipline committee..."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "You're my pair so it's okay. I've already told the captain and there's no problem."

Konohana Saya: "Where's the other discipline committee member?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Divided in half. If we're thinking about the school's width, and we're not splitting into groups it won't end."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "I'll do from here. You can do it from that corner."

Konohana Saya: (I don't have a time to refuse... but, he also helped me on my test before...)

Konohana Saya: (Alright, let's help him with the weeds!)

Konohana Saya: "Okay, I understand."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Damn it... why these grow so much. There's no way the discipline committee can finish it all alone."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Oi, don't be lazy."

Konohana Saya: "Okaayy. The grass takes a lot of effort to pull out."

Konohana Saya: (If I do every inch of it, it will takes a lot of time)

Konohana Saya: (Heigh-ho!)

Konohana Saya: (..........)

Konohana Saya: (Eh? Didn't I just pulled out here?)

Konohana Saya: (Maybe it's my imagination?)

Konohana Saya: "............"

Konohana Saya: "Fushimi-kun... the grass is just keep growing and growing."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "What are you saying? How can that be possi—"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Wha..."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "The grass is growing this much... You, what did you do!"

Konohana Saya: "N-No, you're wrong! It grew on it's own!"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Tch... we have to re-pull it all over again."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "!?"

Konohana Saya: "The flowers is blooming!"

Konohana Saya: *giggles* "Fushimi-kun is holding a flower somehow looks cute."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Shut up. Rather than that... the grass stopped growing."

Konohana Saya: "Ah, you're right."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "....You, just what did you do?"

Konohana Saya: "I didn't do anything. The grass that should be pulled out just growing, and it keeps growing."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Hmmm..."

Konohana Saya: "What's wrong?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Isn't it your power just now?"

Konohana Saya: "Huh, really!?"

Fushimi Saruhiko: "I don't have a definite proof, but by the time you're laughing, the grass stopped growing."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Maybe it's not directly, but it sure has connection with something."

Konohana Saya: "So it was my power... I see... so that was it."

Konohana Saya: (I'm glad that I've get to know about my power a bit)

Konohana Saya: "Thank you, Fushimi-kun."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Huh? Why did you thank me? I don't understand."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Look at your surrounding. This is not a time to say that."

Konohana Saya: "T-The grasses... are growing a lot than before."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Tch... what a terribly incompatible power to weed grass."

Fushimi Saruhiko: "Oi! I won't let you go home until it's over. Self restrain yourself so that your power don't activate."

Konohana Saya: "Understand, I'll keep my best!"

Konohana Saya: (In the end, it took until night time, and I've caused a trouble for Fushimi-kun...)

Konohana Saya: (I wonder how can I control it)

Konohana Saya: (I don't even know when my power coming out. Can I do something about it....)

#k project #gakuen k #fushimi saruhiko #konohana saya #otome game #otome game translation

[leaderintitleonly]

I hate to say this right now but I’m kind of trying to peel myself off the depression floor... Tag your posts. Tag them. Tag them appropriately. Horrible things happened. Yes we need to raise awareness right now. And a lot of us are spending hours doom scrolling so for a hellsite that claims to “care” about people and their mental health, just a friendly reminder to my fellow demons to remember to tag. It’s okay to make mistakes. We’re having a bad time right now. But if you can remember? Remember! If you look at a post and go “this needs a tag” please go back and edit. Cause... that’s five posts I just blocked cause wooooo boy, triggered! And I am trying to dig out of this hole with a tiny spoon and it’s not working. Thanks! Stay awesome. I know you’re not doing it on purpose, you awesome gremlins! So just a reminder because we’re slipping! Cool talk!

#heigh ho mun #psa #rp psa #didn't think i'd need to do this in the rp dark side of tumblr but here we are #also heyyyy i stopped crying for five seconds #will i need medication tonight #yeaaaaaah yeah i will

[pika-ace]

TWST Disney Knowledge Yuu Part 3

Part 1 ; Part 2

Trey: We'll use Walrus brand Young Oyster sauce

Yuu: NO WAY, those baby oysters deserved better!

Ace: Are you okay?

Yuu: Do you know how much that damn scene traumatized me?!

Trey: Okay okay, I was kidding anyway!

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(Yuu arguing with the teachers)

Vargas: Is that a threat, pipsqueak?

Yuu: Try me, Gaston >:(

Crewel: Such a disobedient pup!

Yuu: Go drive off a bridge, Cruella >:(

Trein: I won’t tolerate disobedience here!

Yuu: Let’s see you stop me, Lady Tremaine >:(

Ace: Hey, I’m all for insults but why do you call them that?

Yuu: Those guys are real bastards where I come from

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Azul: Collect a photo of a school field trip of Prince Rielle’s class

Yuu: Rielle…? …*realizes* Oh my god! XD Is he a redhead? Tell me this Rielle is a redhead!

Azul: How did you-

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(If Yuu was left behind after the monster attack during Vargas camp)

Yuu: Alright, who’s not dead? Sound off!

Ruggie: Wait to be morbid…

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(At the fireworks festival)

Trey: I got these hourglasses for Ace and Deuce

Yuu: Do they turn big and trap you inside of them?

Trey: What-

Yuu: Good.

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(Monkey steals things from tourists)

Yuu: ABU, YOU LITTLE SHIT, I SHOULD'VE KNOWN!

Kalim: Who is-

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(In the Tea Garden)

Yuu: Hey, do any of these mushrooms make you shrink or grow?

Cater: …

Deuce: …

Ace: …Why the FUCK would they-

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Neige: *appears*

Yuu: Oh my god, the Disney Princesses DO exist here! O_O

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Riddle: Is the tea ready?

Trey: Yes, there’s even a dormouse asleep in the teapot

Yuu: *out loud and on purpose* Is one of the rules that we’re not allowed to say CAT? >:3c

Dormouse: *GOES APESHIT*

Riddle: WHY WOULD YOU-

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Yuu: I wonder if this world has Siri?

Vil: *to phone* Mira Mira, who’s the most beautiful one of all?

Yuu: *bursts out laughing*

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Riddle: A toast; very merry unbirthday!

Heartslabyul: A very merry unbirthday!

Yuu: Aww, we don’t get to sing the song? :(

Cater: What song…?

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(Not Disney related, but I thought it was funny)

(During Ghost Marriage Giant Chubby fight)

Yuu: HEY! STAY-PUFT MARSHMALLOW MAN! Why don't you pick on someone your own size!!

Rook: The things that come out of your mouth...

((Bonus))

Chubby and Eliza: (fall in love)

Ace: Huh????

Yuu: Seriously, has NO ONE here seen a rom-com?

And now, Disney Knowledge Yuu: Musical Edition

(While cleaning Ramshackle)

Yuu: *starts singing Whistle While you Work*

(Finishes song and finds they’re already done)

Yuu: …Holy shit, did I just musical montage myself?

Ghosts: *lowkey terrified*

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(At Heartslabyul)

Yuu: *singing* Painting the roses red...painting the roses red...

Ace: *softly* What are they doing???

Deuce: *softly* I don't know...!!

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All seven Blot Monster Dwarves: (attacking the students)

Ace: What do we do??

Yuu: ...*sings* HEIGH HOOOOOOOOO!!

Everyone: ...

Blot Dwarves: ......heigh hoooooo...!

Yuu: Holy shit, that actually worked...! (leads the monsters away with the song Heigh-Ho)

Vil: What...did I just witness...?

Cater: *filming the whole thing* I have no idea...

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twst yuu #yuu #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #disney #coach vargas #divus crewel #professor trein #TWST fireworks festival

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

All right Scrappy

Rumple: I need something stolen.

Will: Wot?

Rumple: Belle's heart.

Will: Already in the process of doing that.

Rumple:.this bitch

In case you haven't noticed, which you haven't. Belle's heart isn't even in her body dipshit.

Belle: what are YOU doing here?

... it is my shop.

THE WAY SHE LOOKS AFTER HIM WHEN HE WALKS AWAY 💔💔💔😭😭😭

"That's why I hate this place. " relatable.

I can make you forget him.

I'd rather die.

Okay but the fangirling, I love it.

Snow's hair as The Dark One is SO HOT.

Fucking Leroy "heigh ho boys, it's off to work we go. " 😂😂😂- .

and belle looks so HAPPY 😭

#i just love them #except when they're fighting #or when rumple is being stupid. #rumbelle #rumplestiltskin #ouat rumple #belle x rumple #belle #lem watches ouat #ouat #once upon a time

[twistedtummies2]

The Scarlet Pirate - Chapter 5

This is the penultimate section of a six-part "Chapter Story" for my OC for Twisted Wonderland, James Killian - based on Captain Hook from Disney's Peter Pan. (Also featured are Smitty McCarthy, based on Smee, and Matthew Satyr, based on Peter himself...oh, and Nakoda - my Kaa OC - also has a role here.) The basic premise of this story has been in my mind for almost as long as James has, but for numerous reasons, it wasn't till just within the past few weeks I finally got a chance to develop and write it out.

The result is, I think, the single longest "Chapter Story" for any of my OCs for TW I've created so far. Take that information however you will. So long as this tale, that it went from a planned three-parter, to a planned five-parter, to now being a six-parter, standing at approximately 150 pages in total! Hopefully, all the work and length will be for the best. XD

As is typical for my Chapter Stories, I will be posting this one chapter at a time per day over the course of this week. For future reference, you can find the previous chapter here.

You can find the next chapter here.

WARNING: While this story, throughout all six parts, does not FOCUS on my kinks, there are instances of very mild stuffing/belching related content sprinkled throughout, as well as various instances of implied or near vore situations. If you're into these things, good on ya. If you aren't, just be warned they will show up here and there, although not with any degree of spectacle.

With that said...I hope you enjoy.

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“Heigh-ho, and up she rises! Heigh-ho, and up she rises! Heigh-ho, and up she rises, early in the mornin’!” The shanty’s tune echoed almost eerily through the bowels of the shadowy stone labyrinth. Down a sloping tunnel, at one end of the vast, maze-like network of passages in the old, abandoned mine, James Killian and Smitty McCarthy carefully marched. James had his right hand on the treasure chest, while Smitty used his left, as they cautiously carried it along between them. James grinned as he looked around at the dank cave at the bottom of the slope: long ago, the Dwarfs had found this spot in the midst of their mining. A part of the river, which ran through the woods and then down into the sea, came into the mountains via this cave. A deep pool of water stretched from the cavern into a short, black tunnel, beyond which was the river itself. There were several tall, rocky formations in the cavern, including one very high, flat-topped stone, almost like a miniature cliff or a rock hill, and a smaller, flatter spot towards the bottom. In one part of the pool, near the tunnel, a sailboat had been moored. Its sails were closed, its anchor stretching into the water; for extra insurance, a sturdy rope had been fastened (with an equally sturdy knot) around a stalagmite that jutted out of the cave’s watery floor. On the boat was brass plaque, which offered the name of the little craft: The Czarina. “Ah, my pretty little crate! We’re now only moments away from TRUE victory, Smitty!” laughed James Killian, his boisterous, booming voice rebounding off the cavern walls. “Who needs a contest prize, when I have enough treasure to pay off a King’s Ransom? This will be plenty for our purposes, once we reach a safe port!” “Aye, James!” smiled Smitty, and paused, closing the eyes behind his glasses and tilting his head upwards, almost dreamily. “Just think of it…finally, out on the open ocean…in a proper ship, doing what we always wanted…” “Indeed,” nodded James, with a more supercilious smile, flourishing his cane in his other hand as he spoke. “Where I shall be captain, and you shall sail with me! Split me infinitives, tis me hour of triumph!” James laughed again; Smitty winced, wringing out one ear with his free hand, and offering a nervous sort of smile. There was a sort of wild gleam in Killian’s eyes, which the smaller man didn’t much like…and there was a strange scent in the air, too. Not just the brine and the earthy odors of the watery cave, but another, chemical sort of odor…like ink… “I just hope it won’t take us too long to sail our way along the river to the sea,” McCarthy fretted. “Ha! Would you think I’m fool enough to not check the miles and depths along the path, Smitty?” scoffed James, resting the long end of his cane upon his shoulder. “I sailed Czarina here meself, and checked the distance to the ocean from this part of the island. I tell you, Smitty, I’ve reached my peak already! NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!” “HA HA HA HA HA HA!” James and Smitty froze as a sudden, shrill, deranged laugh echoed through the cave. They looked around, startled to say the least, trying to spot the source. “What in blue blazes?!” exclaimed James. “Wh-who’s th-th-there?” stammered a rather scared Smitty. The mad laugh came again; it sounded lower, more ominous. Cautiously, the pair put down the chest, glancing from the left to the right, peering all around the damp cavern. “Speak!” demanded James. “Who are you, stranger?” A diabolical sort of voice came drifting through the cave. “You have stolen the cursed treasure,” it growled. “Now you shall face the ultimate penalty!”

“What are you talking about?” sneered James, standing defensively in front of the chest. “Tell me your name and show yourself, you craven…!” “JAMES! LOOK!” Smitty’s frightened shout alerted James. He saw his stout little companion pointing with a shaking finger up towards the ceiling of the cave. The scarlet pirate looked up…and his eyes widened as a group of five white-cloaked figures flew out from behind the stalactites that speared down from the roof of the cavern. They giggled and laughed and jeered, drifting together in a circle, like a collection of vultures. Most were roughly human in size, but one was much smaller, no bigger than a tiny child, at best. Sizes aside, it was clear what the pale, hooded creatures were. “G-G-GHOSTS!” squeaked Smitty, and ducked behind James. “What jiggery-pokery is this?” bellowed James, trying to seem unintimidated, but his voice carried an unsteady quiver. “We are the Keepers of the Treasure!” declared the smallest figure, in a yowling sort of voice. “Return to us what is rightfully ours, human!” another snarled. “Or you may face the consequences,” another warned, in a sneaky, subtle, smooth tone. “HA!” James rapped, and grinned ferociously. “I fear no ghosts. We have dozens of them at Night Raven College!” “I fear them,” peeped Smitty, who was trying to hide behind his superior. “Surrender the treasure to us!” hissed a fourth phantom. “Or we will be forced to take it,” the fifth said, rather plainly. James glowered. He had not come all this way to be foiled by a collection of meddlesome specters. “You want it?” he growled, shifting his feet to brace himself. “Ha! Well come and get it!” He then nudged the scared McCarthy aside and snapped at him: “SMITTY!” “Eep! Y-Yes, James?” Killian gestured to the ghosts with a hard, stony sort of glare. “Blast them,” he ordered, in a cold voice. Smitty blinked. He looked pale as a ghost himself. “But…b-but James…!” “BLAST THEM!” James roared. “That’s an order, you blundering blue-footed booby!” Smitty gulped nervously, lifting his arms, as if he were afraid of being struck, then nodded. “Aye-Aye, James,” he whimpered, and paused to adjust his cap, jacket, and glasses before waddling forward. He looked up at the circling white spirits, who were making spooky “Ooooooooh…!” noises as they hovered. Smitty took a deep breath and seemed to pluck up courage…then lifted his right hand, holding the palm outwards.

“Hold back no longer. Throw restraint to the wind. Fire at will,” he intoned in an incantation…and as he did so, the ghosts could see what seemed to be a crimson aura, gathering around his right hand. Then Smitty seemed to physically brace himself, as he uttered the name of the signature spell he now planned to use: “CORKSCREW CANNON!” BOOM! With a sound like a cannon being shot, a crimson sphere of energy shot out from the gathered aura around Smitty’s hand. It blasted towards two of the ghosts, who darted out of the way as the ball of red light flew between them… …But as the sphere hit the stone wall of the cave, it suddenly rebounded back again, bouncing like rubber towards the ghosts once more. The energy sphere struck one of them, and - BANG! - burst like some magical balloon. The concussive explosion knocked the ghost aside as they cried out, and flew back into a wall. “What the…?!” exclaimed one of the phantoms. “HA HA!” James crowed. “My compatriot’s Unique Magic creates an eruptive blast that stuns any enemy it comes in contact with. However, it only affects living things…or, in your case, things that were once living. If it hits anything else, it just bounces off.” “It can only bounce three times,” peeped Smitty, seemingly blushing at James’ elaboration.” “Minor details,” shrugged Killian, and pointed dramatically at the other ghosts, as the one who had been hit rather dizzily hovered away from the wall. “FIRE, SMITTY! SHOOT THEM DOWN AT ONCE!” “Aye, James,” Smitty replied, and sent another ball of energy zipping up towards the cave ceiling, aiming this time for the smallest of the white-cloaked figures. The force of the blast was so great, that it actually made him stumble clumsily backwards, nearly knocking him off his feet. The tiny ghost spun through the air, twirling out of the way. The Corkscrew Cannon once again rebounded off the wall behind them, but this time, the ghost was ready for it, and flew higher, the sphere passing beneath the cut of their white sheet. One of the other ghosts, however, was less fortunate, and got struck, smashing into a stalactite. They had not recovered before a third sphere went zooming upwards. It passed over the head of one ghost, who ducked…bounced once, and missed another, who swerved to the side…bounced twice, missed ANOTHER, who cartwheeled out of the way through the air…but on the third rebound, it struck the tiniest phantom, who yowled and flew back… …Only for one of the other ghosts to catch them.

“We have to avoid those blasts,” the small one whispered. “I know,” their savior nodded, then looked to the others. “GATHER UP!” The ghosts all huddled together, weaving and bobbing through the air as Smitty turned around to try and get a solid shot at them…but they kept ducking behind the stalactites and other cave formations. “LET ‘EM HAVE IT!” James raged, waving his cane around like a madman. “COME ON, YOU IDIOT! HIT THEM AGAIN!” “I-I can’t get a clear shot!” squeaked Smitty. The ghosts suddenly dispersed once more, nodding to each other, as if they’d decided on a plan of action. One of them went flying at Smitty straightaway, while the other four flew off in other directions. Smitty opened fire, and the ghost zoomed out of the way… …And as the red sphere of power struck the wall beyond, it came bouncing back…straight at Smitty McCarthy. Smitty froze. “...Oh, no.” BANG! The little man’s glasses fell from his face, and his cap was knocked askew, as the concussive blast burst before him and sent him shooting backwards. Two of the ghosts caught hold of him and lifted him into the air from under his arms. Smitty kicked and squirmed, crying out in alarm as they carried him to the sailboat. One of the pale, hooded specters in the white sheets produced a length of rope, and they tied him to the mast, making sure his hands were firmly set at his sides. Smitty struggled against the bindings as fiercely as he could. “JAMES!” he hollered. “JAMES, HELP!” James Killian hesitated, torn between helping his associate and guarding the treasure still behind him. Just then, he felt a rush of air behind him, and turned fast…just in time to see the remaining two spirits lift the treasure, each cackling wildly with seemingly crazed glee. “GIVE THAT BACK!” James yelled, and threw himself forward…only for the chest to be pulled away before he could reach it. He fell onto his belly, growling as he pushed himself back to his feet, and watched the spirits lift the treasure into the air… …Then felt something inside of him turn to ice.

The ghosts lowered the chest…and placed it on top of the high, sharp, flat-topped “cliff” of rock, overlooking the water. And there, hovering just a foot or two over the very tip of that outcropping, was a familiar, boldly grinning figure, dressed in green. A pixie sat upon his shoulder. James felt one of his eyes twitch. His free hand curled into a tight, white-knuckled fist, as he gripped his cane tightly. “So, Satyr,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “This is all your doing.” Matthew Satyr grinned wider. “Aye, James Killian,” he teased with a wink, hands on his hips. “Tis all my doing.” “Hey!” one of the ghosts called out. “Don’t take all the credit…” …And at that moment, you threw off the white sheet Sebek had conjured up, revealing yourself. One by one, your fellow “ghosts” did the same. You knew who they were. “After all,” you continued. “It was MY idea.” “Meh. Minor details,” shrugged Matthew, in a joking sort of way. James Killian just glared with more hate than you’d ever seen another human being wear upon their face. And by now, you’d seen a LOT of hatred. “How did you escape the beast?” he snarled. “Beast?” Smitty piped up, stopping his struggling. His eyes widened. “James! Wh-what do you mean ‘beast’?” “I believe he’s referring to the giant monster that attacked us in the pit,” replied Azul, as he touched down upon the deck of the sailboat, standing beside the mast. Sebek touched down beside him, smirking and leaning back against said mast. Nakoda touched down on James’ right, while you touched down on his left. Grim landed directly beside you. All of you glared at him critically. James briefly glanced at the three of you, but soon turned his attention back to Matthew. “What saved you?” he demanded to know. “I would have thought that thing would have at least slowed you down.” “You knew?” Smitty gasped, jaw dropping. “About…wh-whatever was there with them?” James briefly looked back over his shoulder towards Smitty. His expression was dull and vacant. Smitty looked hurt. “But…but you said…” “Quiet,” growled James, and then looked back at Matthew with a vengeful sneer. “How did you get away? Faith and Trust and all that rubbish?” “That, and a little bit of help from my new friends,” Satyr shrugged cheerily. “Easy on the ‘friends’ thing,” muttered Nakoda, who looked a bit uncomfortable at that endearment. James just snarled at Matthew, his fingers tightening harder around his cane’s topper. “Don’t you DARE use that word around me,” he said, venomously. “That’s enough, James,” you interrupted, firmly, and began to approach him. “We’re going back to Night Raven-” “WAIT!”

You jumped back as Satyr flew down from his perch and stopped, hovering about six inches off the ground, and a few feet away from James Killian. He pulled out his metal fighting rod, whipping out the collapsible object to its fullest extent, a steely look in his youthful eyes. “We’re not going anywhere. Not yet,” he said sternly. James grinned, as if he were pleased. “Are you insssane?!” hissed Nakoda. “We’ve already beaten him, what’sss the point?!” “I agree!” Azul called out. “We have what we came for, we should-” “NO!” Matthew said indignantly…then a sort of sadness crept into his voice and his expression. “None of you understand. This isn’t a normal fight. This is a duel. And it’s been waiting for a very long time. I need this…we BOTH need this.” He pointed his baton at James. “This man is mine.” James chuckled darkly and lifted his cane, holding it lengthwise in both hands. “Well spoken, Satyr,” he slithered. “If it’s a final duel you want, I shall gladly give it to you.” CLICK. James gave his topper a slight twist, and a sound like a lock being undone was heard. Then - SCHLING! - the sound of steel scraping against wood rang through the cave. Yourself, Nako, and Grim all stepped back, and worry crept into the faces of Azul and Sebek alike. James Killian flung aside the wooden “sheath” of his cane…and pointed the sharp, dangerous, very real sword tip of the weapon towards his nemesis. “Proud and insolent fool,” he challenged, grandly. “Prepare to taste defeat.” Even in the presence of an actual sword, Satyr showed no fear at all. “Dark and sinister man,” he returned. “Have at thee!” With a sort of scoffing battle cry, James Killian immediately plunged forward, and swung his sword around his head. CLANG! It connected with Matthew’s blade, as the smaller, hovering young half-fae blocked the attack. James whirled about, sweeping out for another, rather theatrical slash. CLING! His blade skimmed the rounded edge Matthew’s weapon, as it was batted away easily. Matthew then went on the offensive himself, whipping his baton about to try and strike at James’ face. With sharp, jerking, almost imperceptible motions, James parried the attacks. From that point on, for a time, there was no advantage on either side. Matthew Satyr was a superb swordsman, jabbing with the baton the way a wasp does with its stinger, in between parries that knocked his rival’s attacks aside with dazzling rapidity. He had the shorter reach, and no cutting or stabbing edge, but his weapon was sturdy and his movements fast.

James Killian was scarcely inferior in brilliancy, but not quite so nimble in wrist play. The Pirate of Hearslabyul forced his opponent back by the weight of his onset, swinging hard and strong. Time and again, he thrust his weapon forward, and each time he did, a collective flinch flew through every heart of those of you that watched. Each time, however, the thrust was turned aside by Satyr’s dueling rod, and Killian was frustrated again. Kes flitted about the dueling pair, ringing her bells in alarm. Annoyed, James swiped at her with his left hand…then squealed as Matthew smacked him in the rear, just as he had in the forest. With a roar of outrage, James lifted his sword up in a chopping motion, but the harsh blow was blocked by Satyr. Kes zipped over to Sebek, flailing her arms as if to get his attention. He seemed to understand what she said… “We should stop them!” he bellowed. Nakoda hissed with a nod, and began to stride forward in an attempt to do just that…but Azul halted all with a sharp call. “Don’t!” he snapped, and his own attention was on the dueling pair, his expression wary and razor-focused. “Let them sort out their differences. This is between them. It’s out of our hands now.” “Then shouldn’t we leave?” Grim suggested, and winced at another loud CLANG! as the metal weapons met each other. Azul shook his head, still focused on the battle. You soon understood… “James is out for blood,” you whispered, worriedly. “If he manages to get an advantage…” Grim gulped nervously, immediately realizing the gravity of the situation. You could see that Smitty McCarthy, still tied up where he was, seemed more than a little concerned. He was watching with very nervous eyes, chewing on his own fat little lip. “B-be careful!” he called out to the fighters, as each swung and blocked the other’s weapon. Which one he was addressing remained a mystery thereafter.

James seemed to grow tired of the even nature of the duel. His sword had yet to gain its prize. He glared, trying to back Matthew towards a wall…but just as Satyr grew close to the stone behind his back, he leapt up and over James’ head, flipping clean over him and landing on the other side. James spun ‘round and lunged, but Matthew spun out of the way, flying over the water. He laughed and came swooping back, swiping with the baton. James ducked the attack, and scowled as he watched the young fairy-boy fly upwards again. At that moment, as he saw Matthew zipping about overhead, a lightbulb seemed to come over James’ own head, and he began to move up the slope of the “cliff” inside the cave. “Go on!” he called out, mockingly. “Fly! Fly! Fly, you COWARD!” Matthew paused in mid-air, once more at the “tip” of the stone hill. “Coward?” he repeated. “Me?!” James laughed tauntingly as he prowled up the slope in a creeping predatory manner. “Ha Ha HA! You’d never DARE to face me man-to-man, foot-to-foot! YOU NEVER COULD!” he barked. “You’ll always fly away, like a COWARDLY SPARROW!” The words “cowardly sparrow” echoed through the cave for several seconds, as James finally reached the flat top of the rock, standing upon it at the ready. Matthew glared down at him, clearly offended. “No one,” Satyr said, seriously, “Calls ME a coward. Least of all you, James!” And then, Matthew Satyr did something you didn’t think you’d ever see him do on his own: he hovered down slowly towards the tall, stone tower…and landed upon it, his feet finally touching the ground. “If that’s how you want it,” he said to James Killian, daringly, and held out his rod almost invitingly. “I’ll fight you man-to-man. One hand behind my back!” James grinned ferociously. He leaned close, lifting his sword. Steel and steel slid against each other as weapons crossed, and he moved till he was almost nose to nose with Satyr’s defiant face. “Do you mean…you WON’T fly?” he cooed. Something about the way James said that made your blood run cold. “Don’t agree to that!” you shouted up at Satyr. “Keep the advantage!” Azul called out. “LISTEN NOT TO THAT RUFFIAN!” bellowed Sebek. “It’sss a trick, I promissse you!” warned Nakoda. Matthew Satyr didn’t seem to hear any of you. “I won’t fly,” he promised. “I give my word, James.” You heard Grim facepaw at your side and mumble, “Moron.” James Killian, for his part, looked like he’d just been made the happiest sleaze to ever sail the seven seas. “Good!” he cheered. “THEN LET’S HAVE AT IT!”

Without warning, James slammed himself against Matthew, knocking the smaller young man backwards. Matthew stumbled back with a grunt, and barely managed to avoid falling off the edge of the cliff. He had just enough time to block a ferocious, hacking slash from James’ sword, before the taller duelist swung up again, hammering blow after blow upon his foe, in a wild, frenzied sort of way. Killian seemed determined to drive Satyr over the edge. Finally, Matthew managed to duck and get behind James, but if he hoped to find an advantage that way, he was sorely disappointed. James spun around and slashed again. Matthew barely had time to duck, and then lifted his rod to block another strike. James wasn’t slowing down at all, and - unable to flit and swerve out of the way as he so often did while airborne - Satyr was clearly beginning to lose the fight. “I’ve had enough of thisss!” hissed Nakoda, clearly growing anxious, and began to try and run up the slope. “NO, DON’T!” you called out, afraid he would end up cleaved by Killian in the proverbial crossfire. James soon spotted Nakoda approaching and glowered. “DON’T INTERFERE!” he roared, and shoved Matthew aside. Satyr cried out as he fell over the edge…but managed to catch himself before he could hit the water. As Nakoda approached, extending an arm in an effort to grab hold of James, the left hand of his quarry swung out and slapped him across the cheek. Before Nakoda could recover from the sudden smack, James snapped his fingers…and Nakoda hit the stone slope like a sack of potatoes, weighed down by the crushing intensity of his own negativity. “Nako!” you cried out, and hurried up the slope to check on him. Nakoda had his hands on his ears, gritting his fangs as he curled upon the ground. “Sh-shut them up,” he whimpered, as if the fear, loathing, and sadness that filled his heart was bringing voices to his head. “Shut them up, please!” Grim mewed as he trotted up beside you, nudging the naga, but Nakoda just flinched away. Both of you looked up with great concern as you saw Matthew then return to the top of the stone. James wasted no time and swung his sword again… …And, to your horror, just as Satyr regained footing, his metal dueling rod was sliced clean in half. It had been weakened by the battle, and a final, strong strike had rendered it officially useless. Desperately, Matthew flung the blunted half at James, who swatted it aside, then jabbed out with his sword. Satyr stumbled and fell onto his back. Matthew looked more scared than you’d ever expected, as James Killian pointed the tip of his cane-sword at his throat. “Looks like I’ve got the upper ‘hook’ now!” taunted James, showing off the tattoo on his left hand. He then swept it behind his back and reeled back with his sword hand. “And now we end this…”

“NO! JAMES DON’T!” you shouted. “YOU CAN’T!” Grim yowled in alarm. James wasn’t listening. There was murder clearly visible in his eyes… …But you two weren’t the only ones who saw it. “He’s…he’s actually going to do it!” Azul gasped, as he heard James’ words. “We should stop him!” insisted Sebek, as Kes frantically nodded in agreement beside him. “How?” Azul said. “If we get close he’ll use his power on us.” “We can hit him from afar!” Sebek insisted. “Don’t you think he’d be expecting one of us to try that?” Azul snapped back. “Let me loose.” The two looked up at Smitty McCarthy. “What?” they asked in unison. “Let me loose!” Smitty repeated, struggling against the ropes. “And fast, before it’s too late!” The head of Octavinelle and the guardian of Diasomnia looked at each other…then nodded. The octopus and the crocodile hurriedly undid the knots…and just as James began to ready himself for the killing strike, Smitty landed on the deck, and lifted his right hand. “JAMES!” he shouted. Killian looked up, alerted…just in time to see the red energy gathering around Smitty’s hand. His face showed something close to horror. “HOLD IT, YOU FOOL!” he shrieked. “NO! NO!” Smitty shut his eyes tight, as if to try and give himself deniability…and launched his attack. BOOM! The Corkscrew Cannon fired…and the sphere of concussive energy rocketed towards James. Killian quickly tried to plunge his sword down and finish the job…but Matthew, now with ample time and warning, was able to roll out of the way.

The sword’s edge was stuck in a crack in rock…and a second later, the concussive blast struck James Killian, and he was blasted clean off the cliff. He flew off the edge and plunged into the water below, landing with a murky, loud SPLASH! Thus the duel between James Killian and Matthew Satyr was finished by Smitty McCarthy. Smitty opened one eye…and when he saw the ripples in the water, indicating where James Killian had fallen, both eyes leapt wide open. “JAMES!” he shouted, and scrambled his way off the Czarina, racing around the rocky “port” to the side of the deep pool in the center of the cave. Matthew, no longer obligated to keep his word, flew over to Smitty’s side as they approached the water’s edge. Azul and Sebek crept off the ship and over to join them. You, meanwhile, helped Nakoda onto his feet, as he was still reeling from James’ Unique Magic. The naga was clutching his stomach with one hand, letting out sort of hissing whimpers, as if he felt as if he hadn’t eaten in days, or even weeks. “Easy there,” you whispered, and helped him limp along to join the others. “I’ve got you.” Nakoda just let out a feeble sound and slumped along beside you, one arm over your shoulder as your own arm slung over his. Grim followed close behind you both as you approached the lake. Kes was floating over Matthew’s head, a nervous look in her eyes, as if she was scared of the water…or something inside of it… “James!” Smitty called out again to the water, as the pool began to still. His voice held a note of panic. “James, please, come up!” “I’ll go in and get him,” Matthew said, sternly, and began to rise higher into the air. “But he tried to kill you!” Sebek exclaimed. “Yeah, I know,” Matthew sighed, and gave a sort of weary smile. He seemed ready to dive down into the water from his height. “It’s hard being a hero, isn’t it?” Kes suddenly rang her pixie bells in wild alarm, and flew in front of Matthew’s face, shaking her head frantically. “Don’t try to stop me!” Matthew snapped. “I can’t just-” KA-ZLOOSH! Satyr’s words were cut short, as was any attempt to rescue James Killian, when the water of the cave suddenly seemed to explode outwards, as if a bomb had gone off. Kes hid behind Matthew in an instant. All of you stepped back, Grim yelping and ducking behind your legs…as a familiar swirl of inky black mist came spiraling out of the cavern lake. In the middle of the black cloud, pulsing red and violet light could be seen, like a glowing heart beating rapidly. “Wh-what’s going on?” Matthew exclaimed, somehow jumping in startlement in mid-air. Azul and Grim shuddered. They knew very well. “Overblot,” hissed Nakoda, ominously; he was equally familiar.

Sebek growled, gritting his teeth and moving into a battle-ready pose. As for yourself and Smitty, the two of you watched with matching, anxious expressions, as the black cloud began to dissipate… …And the first thing you saw were the iron hooks. Upon James’ left hand was visible a metal gauntlet, the fingers of which ended in long, hook-shaped claws, almost like a raptor’s talons. Upon the back of the gauntlet was painted the image of a red skull and crossbones, a shade of crimson that matched his long, red coat. The coat now more closely resembled a red Naval uniform coat from days long past…the cuffs of which were completely soaked in black ink, as if they had been dipped in the stuff, some of the ink spilling in ribbon-like patterns back along the sleeves. The brass buttons of the coat also were speckled with ink, and the black lapels seemed to drip ink onto other parts of the tarnished red outfit as well. The coat and the skull-and-crossbones were the only signs of vibrant color upon the whole ensemble. Beneath this, James’ usual outfit was visible, but the colors had changed; the boots were still black, but now ended in what looked like steel toes, which were spattered with drops of ink. He wore black trousers, a black shirt, and a belt the color of mud, the Jolly Roger buckle of which had turned silver instead of gold. Instead of a bandana, atop his head was perched a tricorn hat, colored a sort of pale, grayish purple, with a raven’s feather stuck in it. To top all of this off, the rings around James’ fingers on his un-gauntleted hand had also turned to silver…and one of his eyes had turned a glowing shade of crimson, with a familiar, fiery aura surrounding it.

James glared at you all, sneering as he floated downwards, soon lighting upon the rocky poolside of the dank cave. His voice echoed through the cavern, and seemingly through the entire mine, as frigid as a bitter North Wind. “Children,” he snarled. “I am surrounded by children. Selfish, idiotic, backstabbing little monsters who think they know better, when they know absolutely nothing. And the worst part is, when I decide to show the same form, they seem to think I’m being unfair. Loathsome! All of you! Well, I’m through playing games. I’m through spoiling you all with victory after victory. This time, I’M going to win! This time, I’M going to come out on top! And so I think it’s time all of you recognized…” He held out the gauntlet clad hand, fingers splayed out. “...What it feels like to grow up.”

To Be Concluded in Part 6…

#fanfic #my writing #kink-related #but only peripherally #gonna tag kinks in each post #just in case #implied vore #stuffing #belching #burping #not sure if any of these apply to this specific chapter #but they permeate the others #so whatever #disney #twisted wonderland #chapter story #the scarlet pirate #chapter 5 #oc story #ocs #james #james killian #smitty #smitty mccarthy #matthew #matthew satyr #nako #nakoda #nakoda spivak #non-ocs

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OoT Highlights #6

Ok, now to figure out where the fuck this fairy went.

Is she in the crater?

Feesh

It's too hot in the crater

Then where is she, you feathered bastard?

I hear a spider

Oh, that's right. Enemies respawn when you switch areas.

Oh well. Gonna head back down for now.

Turtle time!

Gotta stop by Lon Lon real quick tho to get some more milk. Gotta keep by bones strong lol

Milk aquired

I wanna try and learn Epona's song, but it's almost night, so let me make it day

^ < > ^ < >

Does this mean I can ride Epona now?

Umm-

Bye, Malon. I'm stealing your horse lol

Op nevermind

Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho! Off to Lake Hylia I go!

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY HELICOPTER FLOWERS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Lol idiots

Ok, now seriously tho how do I get in?

Link, I told you to stop grabbing bombs!

Navi won't shut up about the Great Fairy, so I guess we're going back to Death Mountain.

Let's see about getting the heatproof clothes, but they might be a bit big.

How do I get a bigger rupee purse? This bitch be 200 rupees!

Oh, I need to play Zelda's lullaby to call out the fairies. I'm dumb.

Back up tha mountain we go!

Turtle time!

There she is. In all her almost bare tiddy glory

Is that magic coming from your hoo-hah???

Turtle time

Ok, let's try to go back to Lon Lon to see about if we can ride Epona after learning her song.

Nope. We gotta be grown.

Fuck it, Imma just explore until I find Zora's Domain

Ooo! I found a secret tunnel!

Wait, this is where ZD is? I thought it was by Lake Hylia???

🤷‍♀️

Hello Rauru -_-

I know he has a different name as an owl, but Rauru is easier to remember/type.

This place is so twisty/turny

Off to meet my future fish wife

Look at this dood

Why do all the Zoras have tits? Lol

Where for art thou, Ruto?

So, after about half an hour or so, I finally got to Lake Hylia. So I guess here is where I have to look for Ruto's letter.

Ok, so I found a bottle with the letter, so now do we get to look for Ruto?

Ah yes. The long, agonizing scooch-

I caught a fish!

Just look at that smile~

I'm coming, Ruto!

Alas, Jabu-Jabu, we meet.

And he's a living vacuum-

Blech

Ruto!

Damn. She sassy af.

Ok, I died. That's it for tonight.

#OoT Highlights #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda ocarina of time #ocarina of time #first playthrough

[ashfae]

for the gomens ask game! 1, 7, 14, 16, 24!

From this ask meme! Here goes:

when did you first watch/discover good omens, and how did you find out about it?

A couple years after it was first published. I was in high school and addicted to Sandman (and to fantasy literature in general, was part of a volunteer group at the local library that promoted books/library use to fellow teens, insert many stories here), so when I heard Neil Gaiman had published a novel of course I pounced on it (and the others that followed). It took many more years before I really discovered Pratchett as well.

what is your favorite underappreciated quote?

"'Heigh ho,' said Anthony Crowley, and just drove anyway.' Yes, it's from the book. Yes, I' wish it could be included in the series, though I don't know how. I'd love for Crowley to say 'Heigh ho' somewhere in season three. Yes, I am part of a small but determined group of people who're trying to make "Crowley says heigh ho" a legit A03 tag. (Join us, you know you want to)

what is your favorite good omens-coded song? Tough tough call but I have to pick 'Perfect Day' by Lou Reed.

do you know anyone irl who has also watched good omens?

Good lord yes. Not even going to start making a list, most my friends and family have seen it, even without my asking them to so we could talk about it, including my mother-in-law. This tells you a lot about my friends and family. (spoiler: they are great and I am super lucky to be surrounded by amazing people)

what's a theory for season 3 that you NEED to be included?

South Downs cottage. That's the only one I absolutely need. Many other theories I like the idea of, many more others that I think sound terrible or at least unlikely, and ideas of my own that I have no intention of putting on tumblr though I am lobbing some of them into fanfic. But South Downs cottage (or that general sort of together happy ending in a garden vibe) is the only one I need. I'm entirely confident we'll get there eventually. Thanks @midnights-dragon!

#ask meme answers #good omens