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#his quote from it's only a paper moon:
mawofthemagnetar · 6 months
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The door to Doc’s lab squeaked open, and Etho shuffled in lazily. The man himself was standing at a lab bench, fiddling with something- on the bench beside him, a machine the size of a filing cabinet was whirring away noisily. Etho paid it no mind.
“Got the last of ‘em for ya.” He said, holding up a jar of blue slime and giving it a shake, “The last artifake.”
“Perfect,” Doc rumbled, peering in at something through a microscope.
“So, uh, do we have an answer? About the Iskallium eye?”
“Hmm? Yeah, we do. That’s definitely Iskall’s eye. Same materials, same composition, same power supply- matches all the diagrams he gave me when asked. Only difference is, all the artifakes are beat to hell. I don’t know what could possibly have caused these dents, man. Does Tango-?”
“Tango is saying the same thing Tango said yesterday, which is, quote, “they came with the dungeon!” Etho rolled his eyes, leaning up against a workbench that was cluttered with his hard-won artifakes, “So, ah, any luck? I’m risking my life in there for this, you know that, right?”
“You’ll respawn,” Doc muttered, holding a hand out and waggling his fingers. Etho dropped the jar of speedy slime into Doc’s metal palm with a clank, and Doc moved whatever he was examining off the microscope and set about preparing another slide.
“So,” Doc said, “There is a commonality, across all items.”
“Oh?” Etho echoed, hopping up on a bench and shoving a well-loved pickaxe out of the way, “And what’s that?”
“A dusty...residue...thing. Tastes and smells like spent gunpowder, like a rocket that’s just been fired,” Doc said, dropping a slipcover on top of the slide, “It’s fine, particulate residue.” Doc shrugged, and slid the sample of slime onto his microscope, peering in for a closer look.
“And it’s...EVERY artifake, you said?”
“And every artifact, I’ll bet. Keralis’ slippers were a goldmine- just choked with the stuff. Seriously. I put them into a bag and shook them and a ton of that dust came out.” Doc twiddled the focus knobs, and sighed.
“There's more of it. Man, and it's even, like, mixed into the slime! I’m gonna have to ask Jevin for a sample when he’s around next so I can compare.” Doc nodded, and Etho smiled behind his mask.
“Soooo... that’s it, then? The mystery of where the heck Tango got all these artifacts from is...magic dust, I guess?”
The machine dinged, like an egg timer, and printed something out on a long strip of paper. Doc extracted it, and started to read over his results.
And as his eyes scanned down the page, he went very, very still.
“Doc? What’s happening?”
“Etho. Composition of this dust...it’s rock.” Doc said slowly.
“...Rock dust? And?”
“Roughed edges. This rock has never seen water.”
“...Which means...?”
“This rock hasn’t been oxidized. Predominantly...reduced. No clay, no mica...which means...”
“Doc!” Etho sighed, “What are you trying to say, here?”
“Every single one of these artifakes is covered in moon dust.” Doc said flatly.
Etho swallowed.
“Wherever the dungeon is getting these artifacts-” Doc started, hands trembling.
“-Is someplace we didn’t get lucky last season.” Etho finished, "Ah. O...kay."
Both men stared at the jar of slime in silence.
“...Cool. Well, anyway, have fun with your crisis. I’ve got three more frozen shards left!” Etho said cheerfully, and he skipped out the door.
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pupkashi · 4 months
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satoru spends his birthday in a way he’d only dreamt of
a/n: this is just a tiny drabble for my hispanics out there ‼️ happy birthday to my angel boy 🩵 (will hopefully make something else tmrw perchance …. do not quote me on this)
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trans: mordida: [take a] bite; mi hermoso amor: my beautiful love
satoru probably gets so excited when you start chanting “mordida! mordida!” after singing happy birthday, beyond excited when he goes in for a little bite.
he doesn’t expect megumi and yuta to grab the back of his head and smashing it in the cake, for the first time in so long he was caught off guard.
when he finally unsticks his face from the cake he can only smile, blue eyes sparkling as he takes in the sight in front of him. yuta and megumi are high fiving behind him, laughing uncontrollably.
nobara and yuji are toppling over in laughter, panda has his paws over his mouth and toge is giggling. he can see maki rolling her eyes, the ends of his lips twitching into a smile. shoko is wiping tears away from her eyes, letting out a content sigh.
finally his eyes land on you, a loving smile on your lips as you hand him some paper towels. “you got a little something there,” you giggle, moving his frosting covered bangs from his forehead and wiping his nose, pressing a soft kiss before handing him more towels.
“okay now who wants a slice of cake!” you smile, bringing out the backup cake you’d bought.
the rest of night went by quickly, soon enough all the kids filed out of your home and back to the dorms, shoko ushering them out, hugging the two of you goodbye before following them out.
satoru smiles when you push him into the restroom, turning the hot water on and urging him to get in. he’s over the moon when he realizes what you’re planning on doing.
his eyes flutter closed when your fingers run through his hair, nails scratching his scalp in the most perfect way. the smell of your shampoo fills his nose, humming as you continue scrubbing. by the time you’re done satoru is beyond relaxed, ready to get into bed and cuddle.
you shower after hims quickly, forcing him out of the restroom when he tries to return the favor to you, insisting you’ll let him another time.
satoru smiled when the bed dips under your weight, immediately taking you into his arms. he’s giggling and blushing when you pepper his face with kisses.
“i love you, mi hermoso amor,” you whisper, watching as his dimples deepen, a wide smile on his face. you can’t help but smile, your fingers running through his still damp hair as you press a kiss to his forehead.
“i love you more sweetheart,” he mumbles, catching your lips in his. “thank you, for everything.” the weight of the words are heavy in the air, and they land softly in your ears. your face burns as you smile at him.
“you deserve it all, lover boy” you reply, cuddling into his side, your arms snaking around his waist and squeezing him a bit.
satoru doesn’t say anything, he only kisses the top of your head, he knows this wasn’t an argument he’d win. he holds you tightly, staring at you for a couple seconds before his eyes flutter shut.
there’s a small smile on his face as he sleeps. he spent his birthday at home.
satoru spent his birthday at home, with the love of his life and his family; and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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sardonic-the-writer · 5 months
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𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
↳ includes: scout, soldier, medic, and spy
↳ warnings: mentions of surgery and alcohol
↳ song: runaround sue—dion
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𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭
• He’s such a doofus. It takes him at least a month to pick up on it
• The entire time you’re flirting or making moves on him, he’ll jokingly reciprocate it under the impression that you’re just joshing around
• It takes one of the other team members approaching him for the mercenary to realize what was actually going on
• “Son.” Engineer had sighed as he stood in the doorway to Scout’s very messy room, “You do realize they like you?”
• Scout’s very dismissive and red faced about it
• “What? Psh. Stop messing with me, Engie. Don't you have sentries to build or somethin’?”
• The second Engineer leaves, he’s practically tearing up his room in a tirade of emotions
• Overthinks the past few months with you way too much. Practically wears a spot into the floor from all the nervous pacing he does
• In the end, Scout confronts you to ask you out
• Tries to be formal, but we all saw how that turned out with Miss Pauling. Eventually just gives up on trying to be suave— and not succeeding —to blurt out what he’s thinking
• “So, uh, yeah. I’m not so. Er. Good at this sappy stuff, but there’s a Tom Jones museum I think we could go check out. Together.” Scout pauses, accent only getting thicker with worry, “Alone. Y’know?”
• Over the moon when you say yes. All nerves dissipate and are immediately replaced with a cross between a smug and relieved victory
• If you look close enough at his ears, they’re a little pink
𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫
• If he hasn’t known you for long, Soldier will actually just chalk your actions up to being a communist spy
• A very exasperated Demoman had to get Miss Pauling to bring in heavily classified paperwork on you just to prove to him you weren’t a commie
• “Very well maggot! I’ll believe you— for now! Sleep with one eye open!” Soldier had barked, slamming down your file on the dining room table as a tired Pauling watched. You noted that the papers were upside down, and you doubt he even read them. Or that he could read
• He’s very blunt with everything. Words, actions, emotions, etc. Doesn’t understand why other people can’t just do the same. It would make conversation so much easier to him
• So he’s not oblivious to your attention per se. Just very curious, I suppose
• It takes maybe less than two weeks after the Communist Incident, as Demo had dubbed it, for him to corner you
• “Maggot! Do you find me attractive?” He demanded
• You’d been eating breakfast at the time, and almost choked to death on your laughter at the question
• “Short answer, yes.” You gasped through wheezy laughter, the volume only increasing at the frown on Soldiers face. “Follow up question; is that really how you just asked if I had a crush on you?”
• Nods and booms back that he thinks you’re also easy on the eyes. Proposes the idea of doing a training course with you sometime. Breaks out into a crooked grin when you accept
• “Excellent! I expect you up at oh five hundred for the course tomorrow!” He saluted you, which was Soldier equivalent to a bone crushing hug of respect
• You returned it, and missed the way his eyes crinkled with happiness behind the brim of his helmet
𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜
• Always so consumed in his work that he probably just ends up finding out from Archemedies
• The birds had always been allowed to rest on your shoulder while he performed risqué experiments on you, acting as a distraction from the feeling of someone sifting around in your guts
• I guess the dove had picked up on one too many looks you’d tossed the ex-doctors way
• To this day, no one can understand how the two of them can communicate, but one thing leads to another and suddenly Medic is looming in your doorframe silently
• “What’s up, doc?” You’d greeted him with a Bug’s Bunny quote and a grin. Medics lips only twitched up slightly as he pushed his glasses back up the brim of his nose
• “A little bird told me zhat someone has a crush, ja?” He barreled right into the topic, leaving no room for you to prepare for the sudden accusation. Medics scrutinizing gaze didn’t miss the way your eyes glanced in the direction of his lab, no doubt silently cursing Archemedies
• “No need to fear, freund.” He unclasped his gloved hands from behind his back and approached you. “I simply am here to offer you a deal.”
• Turns out the deal was a chance talk over cheap beer in his office. Pretty rare, considering how much of his time Medic chose to dedicate to work
• “I’ll take it.” You shook his hand, briefly noting how large it seemed even when compared to you
• “Vunderbar, mein schatz.” Medic smiled gently, leaving you to wonder what he had just said
𝐒𝐩𝐲
• There is no hiding when it comes to this French fuck
• Spy immediately picks up on every glance. Every chance of avoided eye contact and unnecessary clearing of a throat
• Suddenly he seems to be a lot more talkative towards you than normal. Hanging out by your side at gatherings rather than a dark corner with cigarette smoke curling around his head
• Fleeting touches slowly begin to sprinkle themselves in between conversation. A hand on the shoulder here, and a brief touch to the pulse point there
• The first time he did the latter, he noticed how fast your heart was beating and couldn’t stop himself from letting out a slight chuckle
• If he was nicer, Spy would definitely take action and approach your first. In fact, sometimes he almost finds himself wanting to
• But the man knows how people work. If you truly wanted to pursue him, you would come around eventually. No point in making rash decisions. He was a patient man, after all
• A small part of his ego preened at the thought of making you work for it
• And come around you did eventually did
• Finds himself opening the door to his smoking room one late night only to be met with the image of a very frazzled looking you
• You rush out something about a date too fast for his ears to catch. Spy is simply too busy letting his eyes roam over your casual cloathing and slight fidgeting. The crooning of an old French record plays from behind him as he blinks down at you
• “Would you like to come in?” He finally sighs out, opening the door a little wider in the form of an invitation
• By the time you manage to get inside, you notice he already had a wine glass set out for you
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hedgehog-moss · 6 months
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Hey!
I thought maybe you could help me in my quest. I've made two bookmarks for a friend with watercolors. One of them is a small fox looking at fallen leaves flying above his head, as if he were mesmerized by them. And I've been trying to find a good quote to accompany it on the back of the bookmark, but I haven't been successful so far.
I'm looking either for a poetry excerpt (my bookmark is 1/8 of an A4 sheet of paper, so nothing that would be very long [like a full sonnet haha] but I still have some space) or a quote of any kind, in French or in English, both are fine.
Would you have any that would make a good fit? Maybe an autumn-y one?
[I don't want to influence you, but for example, for the second one which is a sky at almost-dusk-time with a washed-out blue sky and soft pink clouds, I have a quote from one of the Anne of Green Gables books by Lucy Maud Montgomery:
"In daylight I belong to the world, in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself."]
Much thanks, and scritches to your various animals :)
Handmade watercolour bookmarks are such a nice idea for a gift, I love it <3
I vexed myself thinking about your request because I learn poetry by heart so often, or small book excerpts, but when someone asks me to dig up a topical quote my mental library is suddenly empty. I wish I had a tag system for my brain.
I vaguely remember an Alfred Desrochers poem the first stanza of which was "Le vent est froid, le ciel est gris, la terre est rousse / L'automne est revenu par septembre apporté / Et les arbres, devant la mort du bel été / Pleurent des larmes d'or [?quelque chose?] sur la mousse." And something by Francis Jammes about "ces jours qu'empourpraient les agonies solaires de l'automne" but no recollection beyond that...
I also remember some meager excerpts from "Matin d'octobre" by François Coppée, "A travers la brume automnale / Tombent les feuilles du jardin / [???] / Une blonde lumière arrose / La nature, et dans l'air tout rose / On croirait qu'il neige de l'or."
And one of my favourite poems by Marie-Claire Bancquart, "Je marche dans la solitude des livres", "Beyond the garden, beyond the moment at hand, are the fallen shells of chestnuts, the fire of leaves in the mist..."
And a verse by Ernest Dowson that went "And are we not better and at home / in dreamful autumn...? "
Maybe a couple of lines from this e.e. cummings poem? What my brain retained of it was "the glory is fallen out of the sky, this is the passing of all shining things"...
(if a fox could write autumn poetry I think it would sound like this poem. "no lingering no backward-wondering straight glad feet fear ruining lead us into the serious darkness...")
I also like this sentence by Elizabeth Coatsworth, from her book Personal Geography: "The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn’t ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know."
Anyway, love the idea of handmade illustrated bookmarks :) It reminds me of a calendar I made for a friend years ago, I wrote a little poem for each month and illustrated it. One of the poems was about having a snail friend:
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00belle00lovely00 · 29 days
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You got any Hoppy x Kickin headcannons?
YUP. MANY.
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My biggest headcanon is that Kickin would be always going around, thinking he is the best of the best, the coolest of the coolest, and the most radical of all the smiling critters. But, unlike how he treats everyone with his massive ego, he is CONSTANTLY (and rather pathetically) trying to impress Hoppy. Surprisingly, she is completely oblivious to this, even though this has been going on for years now.
Alternative headcanon: literally Judy Hops and Nick Wild
Kickin would probably either try to impress her with terrible flexing or bad pickup lines. And I'm not talking about corny nor cringe pickup lines, literally PATHETIC pickup lines. Like- he would go: Kickin: "Hey Hops! My friend over there thinks you're pretty!" *points over at an empty bench before rushing over there, laying on it with a small pose.* Kickin: "Sup."
Your honour, same energy, same tastes. Soulmates ya'll.
Would definitely share each other's clothes (if they had any).
Hoppy has always been a bleeding heart, a 'people pleaser' if you will, so whenever she gets a wound after playing in a match, she tries to dismiss it as other's worry just because she feels guilty about worrying others about her. BUT KICKIN? OH NO. THAT BOY WOULD BREAK INTO HER HOUSE THE MOMENT HE HEARD THE SLIGHTEST SOUND FROM A PAPER CUT. The irony is that Hoppy would do the SAME EXACT THING for him
While Hoppy and Kickin are both equally sports and rather competitive, Hoppy prefer ball games while Kickin prefers 'skill sports' as he quotes.
HOPPY GIRLBOSS. KICKIN PATHETIC SKATER/SURFER.
PROVE ME WRONG. HOPPY IS NOT ONLY ENERGETIC BUT STRONG ASF, SHE BETTER BE CARRYING THAT MFER OR I SWEAR TO GOD-
You'll know Bobby wouldn't leave Kickin alone for months if she ever got to find out he liked Hoppy. Oh hell nah, she would do GROUP MEETINGS (except without Hoppy) JUST TO TALK ABOUT THEIR NEXT 'DATE'. She is probably the second reason why he is so in denial about it.
Even though Kickin's is the most obvious, Hoppy would have a crush on him as well. Yet wouldn't straight up notice it and thinks it's just a "regular friend to friend feelings".
They are VERY competitive. But surprisingly, in a very friendly way. They would constantly dare each other to do certain things and cheer each other up whenever they won against each other's teams.
"Who would block a bullet for the other?" BOTH OF THESE DUMB DUMBS.
If they ever got married, their honeymoon would be the fuckin moon.
Hollywood rockstar x athletic astronaut. That or BFFs to lovers
Live laugh love Craftycorn and Bobby literally making fan art and fanfiction of their friends.
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(Gosh- first time I've ever done headcanons. This was surprisingly refreshing. IDK if it would be a good idea to even go on AO3 and write something about these two fellas cause I STILL gotta finish that one chapter of my TADC one)
(Actually- let me know what you guys think!)
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boundinparchment · 4 months
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“If There Is a Substitute For Love, It Is Memory…”
“…To memorize, then, is to restore intimacy." In which Il Dottore mourns. Inspired by a quote by poet Joseph Brodsky.
Reader is gender-neutral, referenced as being deceased. Contains grief, mourning, and the topic of death in general. Might eventually write a companion for this one. Also on AO3 here.
He considered preserving you, once upon a time.  Cryogenics were simple, although that wasn’t to say that a Segment with your consciousness was not an option.
But it was one you vehemently turned down every time he suggested it.  Your body, full of carbon and water and prone to breaking, was continuing to fail you anyway.  Why did you want to persist as flesh when he could remove the common factor of your suffering?
Why did you want to be a slave to fate?
Why did you want to leave him?
Didn’t you love him?
Of course you did, you said.  And that your time was limited made the moments together all the more precious .
For if there was no limit on time, what would be special?  What would be sacred?
He looked upon corpses thousands of times in his extended lifespan but seeing you still and stiff atop the built pyre broke something deep inside of him.  You only ever exuded life.  Bright, cheerful.  If he was a slow-burning star, churning on regardless of devastation, then you were brilliant like a diamond in the sun, your clarity only visible to those who dared to cast you into perfect circumstances.
To continue looking would ruin what he still held in the recesses of his mind but he could not ignore these final moments.
A book clutched to your chest, your fingers still stained with ink.  Every time you touched him, he thought of how your profession lived in your skin, in your veins, as if you lived and breathed the ink you committed to paper.  
Dottore touched the leather cover of the book, tracing the letters he helped you etch.
You read this one aloud to him.  A field of Zaytun Peaches and a friendly bee accompanied the two of you.  A confession wrapped in an allegory of words that were as carefully placed as an artist’s brushstrokes or a mechanic’s blueprint lines.
He had another copy, of course.  Not that he needed it.  He could recite that poem backwards and in at least four languages.
Gloved hands fixed that stupid strand of hair that never cooperated.  It was as stubborn as you.
Preserving your form would be a disservice in every way; it took every ounce of self-control to not listen to his Segments and his own burning pain.  In your place at his side was an echo of a shadow and whatever he saved would be the worst imitation of your likeness.
Funny, that you could do that: curb his curiosity that way.  A perfect opportunity to attempt to raise the dead and seek a solution and yet he did not want it.
Dottore stroked your cheek and pressed his lips to your cold forehead.  He flicked his fingers as he stepped back, sparks catching and finding sustenance on the dry kindling.  
He stayed until the moon’s glow revealed nothing but ash, your presence all but erased from the world.  Your words, your smile, your laugh remained etched in his heart: that he had you at all, for however short a time, gave him all he never needed.
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raainy-daze · 1 year
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Hidden In Plain Sight
halloween special !
2012 raph x gn!reader
summary: do you ever wonder about what’s really lurking around on halloween? what can so easily walk among normal people without even earning a second glance?
well, you hadn’t until you realized this principle could probably apply to your mutant boyfriend. the hard part, really, was convincing him to help you babysit.
word count: 2302
warnings for some swearing
a/n: welp, here you have it guys. by far the longest oneshot that is going to be in these seasonal oneshots. i don’t know if it’s because i had this more planned out, or because raph’s my favorite, or what. yknow actually now that i think about it it’s probably because im out of town and i write better in hotels for some reason. OH WELL whatever the reason, happy halloween!
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Ah, October, the month of spooks and scares. There’s a chill in the air, and celebrations have begun.
The moon was rising in the sky. It was a beautiful sight. It wasn’t full, but maybe the was a good thing. A full moon on All Hallow’s Eve would be quite the omen.
The crescent you had instead was arguably more beautiful, really. The clouds also quite added to the atmosphere. You would’ve grabbed your phone to take a picture, but you knew it would just come out blurry.
“(Y/N).” You were pulled out of your musings by a voice next to you. “That child is staring at me.”
Your attention was drawn to a child standing a few feet away from your front porch. A little girl dressed as Wonder Woman, her eyes were wide, and her father was distracted talking to one of the other neighborhood parents. Raphael was staring right back at her. He’d been on edge all night, and you could imagine why. He wouldn’t exactly be used to being up top without hiding, or even having any kind of attempt at a disguise.
“It’s fine. Kids don’t have a great grasp on ‘special effects makeup’.” You finger quoted around the cover story. “I had a friend do zombie makeup last year, little kids did not like it.” You reached aside for the candy bucket and held it out, attempting to ease the tiny Wonder Woman out of her fear. “Hey! Want some candy?” Only on Halloween was that not creepy.
With some encouragement from her father, she tentatively approached. “Trick or treat.” She held out her basket, and you dropped a Snickers in it. “Thank you!”
“See? She’ll forget by next week.”
You and Raphael were sitting on your front porch, handing out candy to the first trick or treaters of the night. For the first time in basically ever, Raph was without disguise in plain sight. It was Halloween, so you doubted mutants would bring much attention to themselves, especially with how good people were getting at costume makeup. It took significantly less convincing to get him to hang out with you tonight than you thought. You suspected some part of it was likely to spite Leo’s warnings, but hey, a win’s a win.
“So, when’s the kid going to be here?”
“Oh, Angie?” You checked your phone. “Any minute now, I think.”
“Trick or treat!” You looked back up and smiled, passing each child a piece of candy. “Why don’t you take a turn for a bit?” You held the bucket out to Raph, who only narrowed his eyes at it. “Alright then, geez. Grump.”
“Hey, I’m not a grump!”
“Yeah, sure, hun.”
Over the course of the next few minutes, you’d pass out candy to trick or treaters. When you saw a certain little girl in what you could only assume to be a yeti costume approaching, you set the bucket down atop a paper sign you’d made, which instructed those who read it to take two pieces.
“That’s Angie.” You nudged Raph, still sitting. “Hi, Angie!”
“Hi, (mr/ms/mx) (Y/N!)” She waved a hand at you eagerly. Mrs. Milner trailed behind her daughter, practically jogging to keep up. Her hair appeared somewhat frazzled. The woman herself often seemed somewhat frazzled, really.
The Milners were family friends, and you babysat Angie on the weekends more often than not. She was a sweet kid, if a bit hyper.
“(Y/N), hello!” Mrs. Milner smiled at you. “It’s good to see you. Thank you so much for this.” She reached into her purse before noticing Raph. “Oh, who’s this?”
“Mrs. Milner, this is my boyfriend, Raphael. Raph, Mrs. Milner.”
“And Angie!”
“Yes, and Angie.” You watched as she reached into the bucket on the porch, pulling out two Starburst candies.
“Oh, it’s very nice to meet you. Your costume is very impressive. Are you a samurai alien?”
“Uhh, sure.” Watching Raph stumble as he attempted to adapt to this environment was… well, it was entertaining to say the least. It seemed like everything cut him off guard. “Ninja, technically.”
“Oh, I see!” Mrs. Milner pulled out a wad of cash from her purse and handed it to you. “Thank you again, (Y/N), it means a lot.”
“No problem! I’ll drop her off at your house in a couple hours.”
Mrs. Milner gave you a grateful wave of the hand and began strolling off. “Have fun! Angela, be good!”
“I will!” Angie waved back at her mother. You were pretty sure she already had one of the Starbursts in her mouth.
“Hey, no more candy until we’re done, okay?”
“Okay,” she spoke with her mouth full. You turned back to Raph, who was standing somewhat stiffly.
“It’s alright if you want to go on home, Raph. You don’t have to stay.”
“No, no! I’m fine! Why wouldn’t I be fine?” As per usual, he immediately jumped to the defensive.
You shrugged. “If you’re sure. It’s fine if it gets a little too much, though. Angie, you ready to go?”
“Mm-hm!” The girl instantly jumped up from her gremlin crouch on the porch. She was practically jumping up and down; you couldn’t help but wonder how much candy she’d already had today.
With that, you were off. From the moment you began crossing the street, Angie was pestering Raph with every question she could think of.
“Why are you coming with us?”
“Because (Y/N) asked me to.”
“Why is your face green?”
“Face paint.”
“What are those?”
“Sais.”
“Can I hold them?”
“No.”
Angie ran up on her own to the first house. She was outgoing enough that you usually could just stand back and keep an eye on her.
By the third door down, Angie had already successfully begun tearing at Raph’s nerves.
“How is it that one kid can talk so much?”
“She’s six, she doesn’t have a filter yet.”
“Hey, cool costume, dude!” Every time someone passed and made a comment on Raph’s ‘costume’, he seemed to tense up a little more. This time, he instinctively reached for your hand. You gave it a squeeze. “You’re sure you don’t need a break?”
“What, you calling me weak?”
“Being overwhelmed isn’t the same as being weak, Raph.”
You were met only with a huff. Angie came running back up to you. “They’re giving out full size candy bars!” She waved a Hershey bar in your face. This house gave out candy bars every year, but you weren’t going to point that out.
“That’s so cool!”
And so you continued around the neighborhood. Angie started asking you to go up with her at the more creatively decorated houses. You couldn’t help chuckling at the giant skeleton in the Delaney’s front yard. Where do you even get a lawn decoration that size?
“Trick or treat!”
“Oh, now aren’t you the cutest… white monkey?”
“No, I’m a sasquatch.”
“Oh, I see!” Mr. Delaney dropped a small bag of M&Ms in Angie’s basket. “And what are you supposed to be, (Y/N)?”
“I’m the scariest thing of all. A normal person.”
Mr. Delaney chuckled. “Oh, remember when you were little and you came in that Disney costume? Oh, which character was it…” You glanced back at Raph, knowing you’d be here for a couple minutes. Mr. Delaney’s nostalgia always took up a bit of time for Halloween.
By the time Angie successfully got you away from the old man’s stories, Raph seemed to have eased up a bit. He didn’t flinch at people anymore, at least. Angie ran ahead again, to no one’s surprise. “Hey, stay close!”
“I will!”
You slipped your hand back in Raph’s. “Well? How’s all this?”
“I have had three different people try to start a conversation.” Time for your favorite game! Is Raph pissed, or does he just have resting bitch face? “People up here are too social.” He’s pissed! You weren’t sure the ‘resting bitch face’ theory ever proved true. “Other than that, it’s pretty okay though. But I swear to god, if that kid asks me one more question-“
As if she heard that statement and decided she did, in fact, want to drive Raphael to the brink of insanity, she ran back up to the two of you, attention directed at him.
“Mr. Raph, what’s your favorite candy?zl
He seemed to just stare in disbelief at Angie. You wanted to say you had enough faith in him to not loose his temper in front of a child, but maybe it’d be better to step in anyways.
“Raph likes Twix. Twixes? Twixi.” You paused. “I don’t know the plural.”
“Pretty sure the answer is ‘none of the above’.” Raph raised a non-existent eyebrow at you.
“Shut up.”
You came up to the Carters’ house. The Carters were known for one thing around the holiday season, and that was how all-out they went on their decorating. Whenever you watched Christmas with the Kranks, you couldn’t help but think of the Carters.
This year was certainly no different. The trees across the front lawn were covered in fake spider webs, and the arch over their front door had been decorated to look like a mouth. You even thought you noticed some fake blood smeared here and there.
Angie had hidden herself behind you, just as most six year olds would. “Spiders. No.”
“They’re not real, Angie.”
“But spiders!”
“Do you want to skip this house?”
Angie looked up at the house, as if examining every risk factor. “No…”
“Well…”
Raph tapped your shoulder. “I’ll take her.”
Of all the things you weren’t expecting. “You sure?”
“You’ve asked me that, like, two dozen times over the last hour.”
You took that as a yes. “Okay then.”
Raph crouched down. “Oi. Kid. Come on.”
“But I don’t like spiders.”
“Does anyone like spiders? Look, they’re not gonna hurt you. And hey, if they wanted to hurt anyone, they’d go for the kid in front first. You’d have plenty of time to run away.”
Angie narrowed her eyes. “But they can’t move.”
“Exactly.” You could practically hear the ‘says who?’ he bit back.
Angie had been coaxed towards the door within just a couple minutes. You stood on the sidewalk, trying to process what the hell just happened. Raph never would’ve done something like this without an ulterior motive. Or at least an ulterior motive to use as an excuse. Especially not in front of so many people, even if they were strangers.
Your questions were answered when he came back into sight, munching on a Kit-Kat. You should’ve figured.
“The spiders didn’t eat me!” Angie smiled at you.
“Yeah, I see.”
Raph handed you the second Kit-Kat in his hand. “Grabbed one for you, too. If you’re going to take a kid trick or treating, you should at least take advantage of it. I mean, c’mon.”
You laughed, unwrapping your own chocolate. “Fuckin’ bastard.”
The Milners’ house was just on the next block. You let Angie collect candy from the last couple houses, and then you walked up to her own porch with her. You rung the doorbell for her, and were quickly answered by Mrs. Milner.
“Trick or treat, Momma!” Angie threw her arms open.
“Oh, well what a surprise!” Mrs. Milner laughed. “Did you have fun?”
“I had lotsa fun! Look at all my candy!” She held her candy basket up to her mom. You smiled and looked up to Mrs. Milner.
“Was she good?”
“She was great. Good luck with the inevitable sugar rush!” You quickly briefed Mrs. Milner on the night, Angie occasionally interrupting with her own story. You were astonished that Raph made it through the entire interaction without any sarcastic comments.
Just as Mrs. Milner was about to shut the door, Angie exclaimed, “Wait!”
She stepped up to you and Raph again. She set one of your favorite candies in your palm, and a Twix in Raph’s.
“Happy Halloween.”
You grinned. “Happy Halloween, Angie.”
“Happy Halloween, kid.”
You and your boyfriend began the walk back to your house. “See? She’s not so bad.”
“Yeah, sure. She still talked my ear off.”
“But she gave you candy.”
Raph didn’t respond, probably due to the fact that he was in the process of chewing said candy.
You fished around in your pocket, and pulled one of the two twenty solar bills Mrs. Milner had paid you with and handed it to Raph. “Here you go. You helped, so you get half the pay.”
Raph looked down at the money, and back up at you. “(Y/N)?”
“Yeah?”
“How often do you think I actually use money?”
You paused. “… Just appreciate the feeling. Money, capitalism, yay. Isn’t that nice?”
Raph grinned. “Yeah, sure.”
As you climbed back up on your porch, you picked up the nearly empty bucket you’d left. The last trick or treaters of the night were beginning to filter out, so you thought it was a good time to take the rest for yourself.
“Come on, you enjoyed yourself, admit it.”
“Okay, fine, I enjoyed myself. You happy?”
“Very.” You grabbed your keys and inserted them in the door. “Tell the guys I said hi, okay?”
Raph nodded. He took a step in the direction of the street, but quickly backtracked and gave you a kiss. It wasn’t long, more a peck than anything, but you always enjoyed any kind of kiss from him.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight. Don’t let the bed-ghouls bite!” And Raph vanished into the night.
You glanced one last time at the sky. You internally said ‘fuck it’, and pulled out your phone to take a picture. It came out blurry, just like you were expecting, but it was a nice way to commemorate your first Halloween with Raph.
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feralmoonlight · 2 years
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HEY HI IT’S ME
A Creature. An Absolute Gremlin. Approach with caution.
A more current list of my au projects(a work in progress) and my art without 30k ish reblogs sprinkled between them can be found at @feralssinbin
Welcome to my little hole on this glorious hell site. My ask box is always open for questions, pokes, suggestions/requests, or a fun little AU ask game where you throw me a bone(idea?Scenario?quote?Something?) and I unleash a wave of rambling at you in return as my brain runs wild with ideas :D Rude asks will be laughed at and consumed like the most delectable treats >:3
I am... Honestly super proud to have ended up as part of the DCA Fandom (and now FNaF by extention??? I avoided it like the plague for so long and now here I am lmao). The people here are so warm and welcoming and absolutely full of the kind of crack that makes me grin and I love you all! My ‘day job’ is pretty much doing furry art commissions and helping take care of my grandmother, but my free time and fun time is spent here, simping in the daycare and showering people with the little fragments of my soul that still exist in the form of scribbled art and drabbles of writing <3
As a heads up, I live in the Sin Bin, and while I will try to tag anything overly suggestive/nsfw leaning, I am also a complete space cadet and my judgement on that kind of stuff is horribly skewed on what’s safe and what’s naughty(see day job. my sense of shame is like wet tissue paper lmao)
Art Stuff~  #Feral Scribbles (I DONT KNOW WHY THE LINK KEEPS BREAKING i keep copypasting it from the address bar but it’s being dumb)
My AO3~ and also my writing tag #Feral Writes for various bits and pieces that don’t make it to AO3
Unorganized Tagging and current projects list Under the Cut
BELOW IS SORTA OUTDATED. MOST RECENT AU HEADCOUNT IS HERE.
Various AU tags will appear somewhere once they exist
Pirate AU that needs a name eventually~ New name is too long for a decent tag sooo yea (also name may change) - You and Me and the Devil Makes Three
Forgotten But Not Gone the abandoned daycare AU thing
VampireWerewolf AU Uh... yeah what it sounds like hehehehe
AU Hoard various AU things that just... exist? or the start of AU ideas that get tags later
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And some more shit I need to organize and merge with above~ BUT these are some(most) of the things I’m working on for writing currently!
Forgotten But Not Gone - 10 year old abandoned daycare with  one very lonely and unhinged isolated animatronic Fazbear Ent didn’t bother to pick up.
You, and Me, and the Devil Makes Three - PIRATE AU where reader is a dock hand that accidentally gets loaded as cargo on a pirate ship and now they’re a stow away. The captain’s aren’t thrilled
First Night Jitters - Boy, isn’t it a great idea to schedule the new hire’s first shift at closing time. When the lights go out. And the repurposed security detail is bored?
Dangerous Haven - Its hurricane season and your dumb ass was out in the storm(supposedly for good reason) gets hurt, and seeks safety by breaking into the pizzaplex when the powers gone out. Thank goodness the animatronics have an emergency override protocol in times like these, right?
Sometimes It’s Worth The Risk - You like robots. No. You REALLY like robots. And you just got an acceptance email you get to start working at the most technologically advanced pizza joint in the country. Jackpot. Time to woo the lanky boys, if only they understood why you were being ‘so weird’. (Surprise, they do)
Bite You Once, Bite You Twice - Vampire/Werewolf AU. SO. Sunny is a vampire, right? Well, he’s also a werewolf, because sure why not, and that side of him manifests as Moon (same entity, very different personality shift), and YOU are the new neighbor that doesn’t want to be here, but taking a job from him to help keep his yard tidy is at least something until you get a real job. What’s that? Lemonade? Sure I’ll step into your parlor mysterious friendly stranger. Wait why am I sleepy…
Once Upon Some BULLSHIT( >:C Language!) - A Choose Your Own Adventure style starting point that’s been backburnered for above projects that will basically be ‘commenters choice’ on what to do next, cause these are always fun to do between things, but this might also get scrapped BECAUSE I keep getting bigger ideas and this is a very side project thing.
Hands On Experience - Self indulgent drivel from me of the newbie finding out that the boys are just very touchy. No real plot, just some hands on time with the guys at various points of your employment. Some sweet, some awkward, some steamy, some uncomfortable. Look. I’ve figured out what this fandom is about with them and… Let me have this XD
The Doordash AU (title pending) - STAY AT HOME RECLUSE ARTIST ORDERS FOOD AND IT’S DELIVERED BY A FRIENDLY SUN ANIMATRONIC. Friendship. Angst. Romance? Bromance? I promise there is plot here, I rambled about it, the crack turned into a serious thing, why does this keep happening.
Strings, and Stripes, and Stars - AYO Red string of fate is playing mind games and you are more than confused about this pull that keeps yanking you around to a place of your nightmares. You have always hated big bulky costumes, mascots, those weird uncanny animatronics you see at themeparks and shitty kids restaurants. They make you uncomfortable on a level that borders into phobia territory. SO WHY do you keep ending up losing your mind and walking through the doors of THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE example of EVERYTHING you hate? Oh sweet fuck why are they so tall…
Let The Current Flow Under the Horizon(renamed, might get renamed again)- Self indulgent Mermaid AU that has fleeting bits and pieces of ideas and no real plot yet so check back on this one in like, a bit…The only thing I know for sure is I think I am going to make this one uh, naughty cause there’s so few decent nsfw mermaid fics out there. Team Monster Fucker, where you at? Tastefully, of course!
Face Value - Human disguise AU maybe? Maybe?? >w>; Not sure if developed enough to write yet but… There are many ideas that need to be sorted.
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assigning taylor swift songs to each of your ships, bc i can:
Daisy x Ruggie:
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-"The wine is cold, like the shoulder that I gave you in the street " = Daisy and him at the first meeting not liking each other that much
-"Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe" = Them meeting upon a dream, kinda
-"I like shiny things, but I marry you with paper rings" = Even with Daisy being a princess/lady like girl, she doesn't mind Ruggie low budge on money
Perse x Idia:
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-They are always the hard one to pick :,)) This isn't exactly a love song, but still a good one for them
-"And though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you", = when idia almost deleted the world
-"Love you to the Moon and to Saturn" = They would do anything for each other
-And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why and I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates, then you won't have to cry", = I don't need to explain, but her staying with him for him not his parents
Jeanne x Kalim:
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-"You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much" = trying to hide the fact that she likes him not for his money
-"If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her, but if you're single, that's honestly worse 'cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts" = girlie being his gf and still not sure if its for love or the money
-"Ocean blue eyes, lookin' in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and die" = LITERALLY, KALIM TO HER.
-"I can't say anything to your face 'cause look at your face and I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way. But what can I say? You're gorgeous!" = Shut up its them
Isabelle x Leona:
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-"He is sensible and so incredible", "I couldn't ask for anything better " "And he says, "You look beautiful tonight"", "And I feel perfectly fine" = Isabelle with Neige even tho she was engaged to Leona
-"But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name, so in love that you act insane and that's the way I loved you! Breaking down and coming undone, it's a roller coaster kind of rush and I never knew I could feel that much and that's the way I loved you" = them having mixed way to show love towards each other
-"And my heart's not breaking 'cause I'm not feeling anything at all and you were wild and crazy. Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated, got away by some mistake and now" = DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN?????
-The lyrics repeat, but like its them
KNSKSHSJ THIS IS SO GOOD
I'm a very casual Taylor Swift listener so the only songs I actually know from these are Paper Rings, The Way I Loved You and I think I have a very vague memory of listening to Gorgeous once........?
But these are so good oh my GOSH SODHSOSHKSHSKSHSOSJ
Paper Rings is literally daiggie :(((((( it's such a sweet loving song it fits them so well ahhh :((((((((
We will ignore at how I just started singing and screaming like a lunatic when you started quoting The Way I Loved You 🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️ this song is SO GOOD it is so leobelle coded UGH SJSJSIJSSJ
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Thank you lovely friend.
Please enjoy one of my favorite bits from apologies from my tongue, but never yours aka Colin’s Bad Dad:
A couple months after Jamie returned to Richmond, Colin’s sister, Elin, called to tell him the Cardiff Times reprinted his profile. Only this time it included a new quote from one Jamie Tartt.
“Colin Hughes is hard-working as they come and has matured rapidly on the pitch since coming to Richmond. He’s sneakily strong and masterful in one-on-one situations. He’s one of the best wingers in the Championship.”
When Colin tried to thank Jamie later, he’d downplayed it and said he never should have called him a jaundiced worm in the first place. Which was fair, but Colin was grateful nonetheless. Elin jokingly preferred the original quote, but Colin’s Mum was over the moon, calling the paper inquiring about obtaining a hard copy. Colin’s Dad had laughed when he’d read the article the first time, clapping him on the back saying, “That English prick knows you well, huh, son.” He hadn’t commented on the update.
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paperpeacock · 2 years
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Eddie Munson x Shy Reader - Fear
♡Summary - Eddie worries about what the future holds but you reassure him that you will be there.
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The evening sun bled honeyed rays against the world, setting the forest aglow in amber. You gazed towards it, an ocean of trees stood proud upon a hill, basking in a summer afternoon. The sky was painted fondant pink, decorated with tangerine clouds and paper-white doves. Your mother often joked that this was why you came home so late, not because of parties or boyfriends, but because you had your ‘head stuck in the clouds. She was half right, but not only were you bewitched by the sky, but also by a certain someone.
You padded through the streets, a maze of quaint suburban houses, tightly knight together by small, winding roads and pretty mothers with synthetic smiles. You often felt slightly out of place, as a wooden doll is placed next to a plastic one, one made from raw and natural materials, the other fake but ultimately shinier and newer so therefore better. You shook your head, halting your thoughts from dampening your mood. After all, something good was to come from these unhallowed grounds.  
You turned into your neighborhood's playground, setting foot against the pale sand. The steel monkey bars and ruby slide both hooded in a veil of apricot light. The place held not a soul as every child was summoned to their houses before the boogie man could snatch them and before their dinner grew cold. You decided to head to the play set, clambering up into the entrance of the slide. This was the castle where you would await your Romeo. 
The sky faded from rose to violet, the sun releasing its rays so the moon could smother the world in stygian and stars. By now you had moved to the swing, quietly swaying as you awaited him. The land was quiet, lit by the mellow glow of suburban houses and awash in the sound of gentle crickets and the moonlit breeze. You found comfort in the night, its silence and beauty calming your woes, an escape from the perpetual hum of the day. As your legs pushed into a high swing, you felt someone catch your back. You jumped from your skin as you felt the sudden halt. 
“Hey” an all too familiar voice had finally arrived, your heart beat returned. 
“Eddie!” you beamed whilst turning around. He lent you a summery smile.  
“Sorry I'm late, Gareth needed a ride home” he explained, gently pushing you. 
“No worries” you gave him a timid smile, returning your gaze to the world in front of you. The night only continued to darken, releasing an infinity of stars into the inky sky. You both discussed your day, describing how lately, life has put you through the wringer and how the ever-looming specter of fear haunts Hawkins. But between the two of you, you managed to crack jokes and make light of things. That is until Eddie brought up his current predicament, you could tell his spirit had sunken. 
“I can't be held back another year Y/N, I have to make it this year” His voice shook with worry. Eddie didn't dare reveal his anxiety to his friends, for them he was an anchor, happy-go-lucky Eddie. But with you, he allowed his façade to crack. You were one of the only people who listened to him like this and helped him with his grades. “What am I gonna do when you go off to uni and I'm still stuck here” With each push, you felt the force lessen, until finally coming to a weak stop. 
“Y/N, I'm screwed” he was truly afraid, his friends, his girlfriend, his whole world was moving on without him all because he couldn't catch up with school, soon he would be alone, left in a club full of little kids who just see him as a big oaf who would always stay in high school with them. This thought was unbearable. 
“Eddie” You called; he raised his gaze to the back of your head.
“This is your year” you repeated his fond quote. “You’ve worked so hard, studying and pushing yourself. You can't worry about what will happen, because it hasn't happened yet, you can only continue to work hard now and know that you tried your best” You paused, lifting your head towards the twilit sky. “Everyone believes in you, Hellfire does, uncle Wayne does and I do, so don’t let the fire die now, what happened to your spark!” you turned around, smiling at him, eyes matching the starry sky. Your shyness returned, now faced with his umber gaze, you worried you had upset him. 
Eddie brought his calloused hands up the chains, twisting them so that you faced him. You felt his warm palms against your knuckles, squeezing them gently, you recalled the frozen touch of each steel ring. Finally, he bent down to your height, his face close. Your heart began to quicken pace, cheeks painted in rose.  
“I still got it” 
He guided his lips to your own, pushing gently whilst still hanging on to the metal chains. His lips were slightly rougher than yours, but together it felt nothing short of soft. Due to your timid nature, the two of you often refrained from kissing, but sometimes, what words couldn't express, a kiss could perfectly.
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earninganincomplete · 2 months
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The Three R's
Summary: There's a recycling crisis in Sandrock, and Burgess knows he's the one to try and solve it.
Rating: G
Characters: Burgess, Pablo, Dan-bi
A/N: @perniciouslizard is my main. I just felt like messing around with character voices, so I wrote a bit of nothing for fun.
Word Count: 1337
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Once a month, Pablo’s mailbox was stuffed full of magazines. Most of them were popular fashion magazines from around the region, but a few were more “general interest.” Pablo always rolled his eyes and did air quotes when he said that, for reasons that Burgess thought must only be clear to super fancy people like Pablo and Amirah.
That didn’t matter. Pablo said he needed all those stacks of glossy paper to run his business, and Burgess had to trust him. They seemed to be kept next to the stations inside the salon, so there was no reason to think it was an elaborate scam to release more litter into the oasis and the surrounding areas. Pablo and Burgess had different priorities, but Burgess knew he wasn’t evil. He’d even seen Pablo pick up a bottle from the ground and toss it in the trash when he thought no one was watching.
The magazines were still a problem, though! “Accidental” litterings could happen, especially during a sandstorm. Burgess had watched, once, in horror, as one of the builder’s free roaming cats knocked down a recycling bin, got the secured lid off, and scattered the contents. Bits of junk had hit the wind and were out of sight before Burgess was able to make it down from the temple grounds.
“Reduce, Reuse, Recycle!” Burgess had set up a meeting at the Blue Moon to try and explain to Pablo why “reduce” took the primary spot in everyone’s favorite anti-trash slogan.
“I’m just one man, sweetheart,” Pablo said. “You can’t expect me to keep a full house entertained and ensure I’m paying proper attention to beautifying my customers. And if I leave them alone, they get bored and leave before everything’s set properly. Even the elderly transform into petulant children if you don’t give them something to look at while they’re waiting.”
Again, Burgess couldn’t argue about how Pablo ran his business. He still recalled very clearly the time a tourist fell asleep on a busy day and got locked in when Pablo closed up. When she woke up and realized she was in the dark and couldn’t figure out how to get out, everyone in town heard the stream of insults and cosmopolitan expletives coming from the salon when she found Pablo in his bedroom and woke him up. He had assumed she was a “fantastically coiffed robber.”
“Well, I guess if you’ve done everything can to follow the first and most sacred of the three R’s, then I guess...can you try reusing them?”
Pablo sighed. “Sometimes I rip them up if their ‘newest trends’ section is offensive enough. Plaids? This season? Really?” His voice was soft and gentle. “And after I burn the parts no one deserves to have to see, I give the rest of that magazine to the doctor for his bird.”
“You burn it?”
“Oh, just the worst parts. I promise. But I don’t think his bird uses enough paper in a month to take all of them. Maybe the town should think about investing in better locking lids on their garbage bins? Just an idea?” Pablo had an air of calm about him as he sipped his tea, but Burgess got the sense that he didn’t think any of this was his responsibility. But litter was everyone’s responsibility.
“I can apply for another grant, but Mayor Trudy says that garbage collection already takes twice as long since we added the old locks, and the animals have already figured out how to break into the cans, anyhow.” Burgess had ordered sand tea because it seemed like what everyone drank when they sat in the Blue Moon talking to Pablo. He hadn’t taken a sip yet. This was a difficult puzzle and he was determined to solve it. He sighed. “I guess using gene manipulation to create races of super intelligent mutant animals was another bad move on the old world’s part! Who could have guessed?”
“And they made them so ugly, too,” Pablo said, sympathetic. “Well, it seems like a more complicated problem then I realized.” He frowned. “Well, how about you just take them? Maybe your church could, I don’t know, distribute them to the fashion needy throughout the area? While you’re out there dropping off food and things, anyway.”
Burgess had to approve of charitable impulse, which made it difficult to turn down the offer. He felt a tiny be like this very serious problem of chronic littering – a problem Pablo had caused with his rampant magazine subscribing – was not being taken seriously. And maybe the problem was being foisted off onto him and the church. “Um, thanks! I’m sure all the people living in the depths of poverty on the edges of civilization could use...something to read?” Literacy rates fell dramatically the further people lived from any major city.
Pablo must have had the same thought. “They all have pretty pictures in them, too.”
He couldn’t figure out how to turn down the offer, so Burgess took the donation. He didn’t want to store them in with the more important things in church storage, so he kept them in a neat stack in the back of his dorm room. Whenever someone (usually Dan-bi) went on a charity run, they would take some along. They only ever took a couple, since food kind of took priority space-wise. It usually took a full season to distribute them.
The ranchers thanked the church for the “free TP,” but Dan-bi mentioned they all were dressing more colorfully when she visited again. “Farmer Ban asked me if he thought his shirt looked good on him, even though he’s a ‘winter,’ whatever that means.”
“Oh! Then he probably wants to wear different shades of blue? The quiz I took says I’m a spring and I should wear bright colors! Except I’m not sure I guessed my undertones right, and that’s a big deal, apparently.” Burgess had read every single magazine. It was difficult for him to have a piece of paper nearby and not read it. Plus, some of the magazines had surveys! And quizzes! “Maybe I’ll ask Pablo later.”
“I bet he’ll love that.” Dan-bi shoved a couple more magazines into her bag. “I think this might be your last season with these. I guess some of Fang’s patients started reading the scraps X was scattering around, and they spent less time trying to talk to him. So he’ll take the leftovers.”
That would probably just move the problem forward a couple more seasons, but Burgess was willing to accept a lot to get the distracting quizzes out of his direct eye line. “That’s great! But, oh no! What about Farmer Ban? If his love of fashion is just starting to blossom, I wouldn’t want to crush it before it had the chance to bloom!”
“I’ll save him a couple, Burgey-boy. Don’t worry.” She started to leave, and then ran back. “Oh, hey! This Friday! Babysitting? You up for it?”
“Oh, of course! It’s such an honor that-”
“Yeah thanks bye!” She was gone.
“Well...bye!” He called out the window.
Burgess knelt down next to the stack of magazines. “And goodbye to you, too, magazines with beautiful people on the cover!” He really would miss the quizzes, though, even if all the articles about getting a “summer body” made him feel kind of bad in a weird way he tried hard to not think about.
He heard a loud bang right outside the dorms and rapidly jogged out to find out what was making the noise. Coco was sitting on one of the dorm’s recycling bins, pecking at the elaborate lock the builder made for him to test out. Three pecks and it fell off. “Co Co--!” It flew away when it spotted Burgess.
“You can’t keep getting away with this!” He shook his fist at the sky. “I’m adding it to your fine!”
Man, everyone was just running away from him that night. He piled some rocks on the can and went back inside.
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loudlooks · 5 months
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Day 7 - Searching for Saturn in the night sky
A/N: Three musketeers, I have no idea what the Naval Observatory looks like inside (nor do I care), I fully expected Tony to start singing "fly me to the moon" at one point while making a half-assed pass at Ziva, but that required more writing than I was willing to do (there will be many more cop-outs like this in this challenge)
Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of fall
Prompt: Searching for Saturn in the night sky
Word count: 428
McGee couldn't hide his excitement as he walked into the Naval Observatory hall. "Last time I went on a date, we came here and searched for Saturn, it was her favorite planet "
"Only you would find the one woman on planet earth who has a favorite planet," Tony said as he placed a numbered tag next to a shell casing on the floor and snapped a picture.
"There is nothing wrong or strange about having a favorite planet," Ziva said.
This piqued Tony's interest. "Do you have a favorite planet, Miss David?"
She let out a huff of air. "No."
Tony chuckled. "I bet you have a favorite knife, though."
"I do," she turned to face him. "And I am carrying it right now."
Tony looked her up and down briefly. "Well, keep it hidden..." He grinned, stepped into her personal space, and in a serious voice continued, "keep it safe."
Ziva rolled her eyes as he walked towards a discarded coffee cup while mumbling "my precious".
"That is not how the quote goes," she said, picking up the waste paper basket and inspecting the contents.
Tony stood up straight after placing another tag, and smiled widely. "Hey, McFrodo, Ziva watched Lord of the Rings."
Ziva didn't bother to look up from the shredded paper she was holding. "No, I read the books."
"Oh, I love the books," McGee said, before crouching down to look underneath the desk.
Tony wrinkled his nose. "I bet you two are really boring at dates."
"You think I would be boring?" Ziva said into his ear, making him jump.
"Boring like a heart attack." He loosened his tie, as she prowled around him with a sly smile on her face.
"Miss Saturn didn't think I was boring," McGee said cheerfully, standing up again.
"I bet the magnification of her glasses rivals the observatory's telescope."
"Actually, Miss Saturn was last year's runner up in the Miss Washington pageant."
Tony's eyes went wide. "Really?"
McGee nodded gleefully.
"When's the wedding?"
"We broke up a few weeks ago."
Tony grabbed McGee's upper arms, and said, "What's wrong with you?"
McGee rolled his eyes. "She didn't like video games."
Tony removed his hands as if burnt. " She didn't like...psh!" He looked at Ziva in disbelief.
"You seem agitated, Tony," Ziva said as she looked up at him sweetly "Too much coffee? Or perhaps not enough dating?"
He pursed his lips and stared her down. "There is nothing wrong with my dating."
Ziva shrugged. "If there is, you could always ask McGee for dating advice."
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cimoris · 2 days
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Unused WIP for Black Hole: Dark Void (part 1)
“When something is too good to be true,” Moon repeats out loud, “then it is not true at all? ”
Eclipse watches as a storm of emotions blow away Moon’s LED eyes; confusion, concern and intrigued. Soon, those red eyes (anger swept away by the guilt and warmth) locked with his glowing blue. Moon points at the little piece of paper in his hand, then back at Eclipse, then returns to the paper. 
“The question was: what is your life motto. It is supposed to be a motivational quote or something. Not something so… depressing. ” 
Eclipse’s eyes sparkles in dark glee, “So? I am diagnosed with depression.” A pause. “Professionally diagnosed with depression.”
Moon huffs and rolls his eyes. He drops the wrinkled slip of paper to the increasing pile in the jar. It is half-filled with other wrinkled paper with words in Moon’s cursive writings. Next to it is an identical jar filled with a pile of neatly folded paper slips. Also half-filled with tiny white pieces holding menial questions to be asked. 
Eclipse reaches to one of the folded paper and carefully opens the white object. He focuses his optical lenses on the inked paper. His eyes dull and his shoulder droops. A small scoff escaped his voice box as he read out loud the content of the small paper with the flattest tone possible.
“What is your favorite song?”
“Numb Little Bug.”
With a huff, Eclipse crumples the paper in his hand and throws it into the jar of wrinkled paper. It spins around its edge before dropping on top of the pile.
“Are you sure you’re not the depressed one?”
Eclipse is familiar with the song. Written by an American singer, Em Beihold, as a way for her to express the numbness she feels after taking psychiatric medication. The musicality of the song captures the listener’s interest. The words relate to far too many people than the writer would like to.
“I had never been professionally diagnosed with depression, thus I am not depressed.”
Eclipse rolls his glowing eyes again, tired of Moon’s absurd logic. His brother acts dumb when it is convenient and smart only in necessity. The type of person to create a cure for cancer just to mess with the government. Or maybe the type to learn magic just to mess with the world.
(Eclipse will always regret ever introducing Moon to Golden Freddy. They are a match that was never meant to be made. Partners in crime that the world should fear and tremble at. Chaotic overlords who planted harmless seeds of pandemonium for gigs and giggles.
At this point, world destruction is mercy in the face of their ‘pranks.’)
“Shut up. Pick up another one.”
As Moon chose his slip of paper, loud sounds of grinding gears and turning fans resonated throughout the daycare. The two brothers turn their heads to the seas of rainbow plastics and expectant for their dimensional regulars to appear out of thin air. 
Except, there is only one.
Silver plates glint under the white LED, red lights glowing in the abyssal void, and yellow stars glow on silky navy clothes. Golden bells attached to red ribbons jingles along with the oe at the end of the night cap as ‘Moon’ recovers his bearings. 
No yellow rays emerge from the seas of rainbows after the lunar attendant rises. No solar animatronic rises after the moon does. No ‘Sun’ follows after ‘Moon.’
Eclipse turns his attention back to his brother’s counterpart, hoping to find the answers in them. Disappointingly, only cold fury staring back at him. The fury sends tremors through his frames as uninvited memories invade his mind.
(“Get out.”
“What?”
“GET OUT!”
“No! You had to listen! This thing has Sun’s-”
“I DON’T CARE! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”
Red eyes blazed in anger and it burned Eclipse as a whole being. Yet, Eclipse persisted, determined to fight back.
At least, until the wrench hit his face.)
“Eclipse?” 
Cold hands rests against his overheating frames, waking him from the delusion of the past. His neck snaps to the origins of the cold to find the same pair of eyes that burned him. No. The pair of eyes that once burned him. 
Moon’s hand is tight around his shoulder, tight as a proof of realism and loose as a proof of comfort. Red glows dims under Eclipse’s glows and glooms of concern snuff out the illusion of Eclipse’s memories. Yet, it still flares when they meet their counterpart. 
Whilst gasping for figurative air, Eclipse follows the red eyes line of sight. He is met with a sea of colors. No glint of silver in sight.
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icarus-suraki · 9 months
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I've been thinking about a post that's been circulating here about the subtle racism present in Western/white danmei fandom (which is definitely there, whether one realizes it or not). And it reminded me a lot of 1990s anime fandom.
First, for the record, I'm white. Just so we're clear. Okay, moving on:
The DIC dubbed version of Sailor Moon was broadcast when I was 13, in 1995 (and I jumped right on it too). Around that same time, the SciFi channel was showing a handful of animes in rotation on Saturday mornings. There were a few dubbed anime and even fewer subbed anime on VHS at Blockbuster. 9 times out of 10, no one ever really knew how to pronounce "Neon Genesis Evangelion" or "Urusei Yatsura." And the general perception of "anime" in general was that it was raunchy at the mildest and only got progressively more pornographic from there.
But as these things started to appear in the US and be available to a wider audience, all these racist stereotypes of Japan and Japanese people started to surface too. To quote someone from the time, "Isn't manga the kinky stuff Japanese businessmen read on the train?" That was the perception: it's all dirty. (Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball, Ronin Warriors and some other early arrivals helped with that some, because they were clearly children's cartoons. But then we had to deal with the whole "children's cartoons" issue when looking at NGE and Miyazaki's movies. But I'm digressing and glossing over whole decades of localized anime.)
tl;dr: in the early and mid 90s, if you were a fan of anime you were very much a consumer of a "foreign" product.
So we loved it but there was a very steep learning curve when it came to actually understanding what we were watching, especially as the internet got bigger and better and we learned that, wait, there are outer senshi? There are whole other storylines?
And there was an entirely different visual language and cultural foundation to these shows (and later movies and manga and so on). Why the heck does she have a giant drop next to her head? Why is she holding that piece of paper? What does it mean to work at a shrine? A shrine to what? What's the deal with the cherry blossoms? Why does he have an expression like that on his face? What does it mean when the characters do this? And this was in the 90s, so the internet then is not what it is today. We had to fumble our way around and learn the details of these "foreign" cartoons, while contending with the stereotypes other people (usually adults lol) had about Japan, anime, and Japanese people. But we did learn! We'd read, we'd hit up the internet as much as we could, we'd talk to one another, we'd go to events and conventions and just try to pick up as much as we could. Because we were curious! We wanted to know!
We were lucky because within a few years we had Princess Mononoke in movie theaters (not many, but some) and Cowboy Bebop popped up and Gundam Wing came along and the internet got better and anime stopped being such a fringe interest and now there's better information and understanding (at least a little).
That's a long story to say that the Western danmei fandom needs to do the same thing: get down into the cultural source and learn stuff.
You have got to acknowledge that you are engaging with works from a culture that is not your own. You can't just slap Western concepts onto it and try to shove an entirely different culture into the framework of your own culture. That's not going to work. And, no, you won't understand everything right off. There's layers in here and you have to acknowledge that and start learning.
You're engaging with concepts and worldviews that are almost certainly not the same as your own, my fellow white danmei fans, and you have got to realize that. Step back from your notions and your expectations and, yes, your racism and stereotypes, and start looking at the complexity of an entire culture out of which a character you love has arisen.
Once upon a time, someone here on Tumblr wanted to do a presentation about how "magical girl" characters like Sailor Moon and Sakura Kinomoto were inherently feminist. The problem was that this person never even considered the ways "feminism" might look or be discussed in Japan. This person was imposing Western feminism on characters that were created entirely outside that worldview/mindset. Don't do that. It's unfair to the creator, it's unfair to the creator's culture, and it actually kind of stifles your opportunity for learning.
Will I ever understand Japanese culture as well as a Japanese person? Absofuckinglutely not. But I know more than I once did, which means I can enjoy more aspects of animanga than I used to. I can get more of it and I'm less likely to misinterpret the creator's intentions. I'm not that great at it and I love a good translator's note, but I can get more of some of it.
So dig in to the cultural foundations and stop shoving Western cultural concepts onto works that weren't created in that milieu. (Yes, I said "milieu!") Get curious! I am begging you to stop assuming and get curious! Ask yourself "why?" and then get to researching!
For your first assignment, stop writing fanfic where Lan Wangji sounds like a robot. He uses short, perfect, referential phrases because he's elegant and educated. In English, the most elegant characters use elaborate language. Not so in many Chinese works: the fewer and more perfectly chosen the words, and the more meaning lying within those words, the more refined and educated the character is. It's like he's so good with language that he doesn't even need to use it anymore.
At least, that's my superficial understanding at the moment. I've got tons more to learn.
So let's get learning and stop shoving our expectations, assumptions, worldview, stereotypes, and cultural baggage onto works that exist and were created outside all of that. Let the works stand on their own and learn their foundations.
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incarnateirony · 23 days
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Oh, by the way, Shea. You once tried to color my lineart. Of the many things we bit our tongue on,
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My lineart on the left from 2009 or so, when I lived in Texas, before we were ever together. The right was you coloring it during the second wave of our relationship in the late 20-teens.
It's a perfect illustration even in lineart of you fucking things up and taking lazy routes, like deleting half of the eyes, much less the... the... I mean.
How about this, take my own art of the same essence, from around 2002, because again, I was the only one invested for a lifetime,
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I was young, I drew it on a corner of paper and it's ancient, so it has the resolution of a thumbnail and that is what it is, and such is the cost of a lifetime of work ironically dating, but I'm pretty sure how you can see a literal teenager had better vision in every sense, and here it did have the singular eye for sake of size, sure, but the rest of it is just a perfect example of you butchering everything of mine you trace over.
You literally have no shame.
That wasn't a fucking scarf around his neck, Shea.
It was a snake.
(...and part of his wing but you're good at cutting those.)
AND YOU CUT OFF HIS FIBER OPTIC TAIL TO SHOVE HIM IN GREECE. or a very lazy egypt with no defining hieroglyphics.
That's what the wires behind him were Shea!! My guy literally connected to Akasha Internet with Peacock Fiber Optics, my gal. You fucked up the thing again, and it's a perfect example how you've fucked it up the whole time while trying to trace.
Cut him out of his element to shove him into another time you decided he belonged in, and thought his snake was a scarf to wear!!! You know, the one who can't see for shit at night unless it's a full moon because somebody fucked up him and his ancient family's eyes.
Even the underbelly, you didn't understand the highlighting, and it looks nothing like a snake belly now, I don't know WHAT the fuck that is, but you keep fucking up that it's all snakes!!! and where did the seraph wings go even in the under-wrap i just. ITS ALL SNAKES SHEA. ITS A SNAKE IN A HELMET WEARING A SNAKE CONNECTED TO AKASHA INTERNET
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Maam, the wire tail framed akasha through infinite monitors. That is literally where he belonged, and was always placed, and I just couldn't finish because my connective tissue disorder gave out before finishing his wing much less the walls. But his cable tail was there and you cut it to displace him.
Like deadass even in the stupid roleplays you loved, that thing only existed in the halls of digital akasha, or on full moon nights. On the original I had ironically turned up the brightness to hide some wire scratches I never finished either but you can still see them on the wall behind him, as well as his tail starting under him, and you fucked it up.
What is not clicking. Also why the fuck are his talons blurple.
NO SERIOUSLY, EVEN IN YOUR STUPID GAMES!
CRAZY COCAINE BEAR LADY HUMPING MY DO NOT HUMP CAT DISTRIBUTION SYSTEM, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THAT WHETHER IT'S AARON, ASH, OR WHAT YOU CALL HERMES OR THOTH OR WHATEVER OF THE DAY, YOU ARE NOT IN THIS GAME LOBBY, YOU HAVE YOUR OWN SERVER, PLEASE HOP THE FUCK OFF MY FLOPPY DISK NOT ONLY HAVE YOU MIXED UP YOUR COSMIC DATA AND PLAY DISCS, YOU'RE TRYING TO PLAY ON MINE AND IT'S FREAKING WEIRD
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YOU ARE A PIECE OF CRAP PERSON. IT'S A GOLDMINE OF A QUOTE. HENRY IS FUCKING TIRED AND YOU WON'T TAKE A MESSAGE. WHAT EVEN IS THIS MOVIE
seriously lady what isn't clicking, "Min" was the fucking helmet. Almost like a Persona mask or something idk. Try that hat on. secret third trick to pop a lid. there's a jar in a box under a nuclear reactor in the bottom of the sea o/~ Happy listening! Who taught you the sounds of the ineffable? Who taught you ANYTHING you have corrupted?
You cannot harass us back, you will just destroy us both, and that includes you.
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Amenti, Shea.
My name is Aaron. I misheard "ah Min" from what I thought was "Ash". I added to it with other random stuff as an idiot kid I had around me. It became Minerva, then went back to Min. But it was always Aaron. The halls of Amenti were calling. I asked who I was and it answered. "Min" is just the first Rumpocky incident, and you're even feeding on the corpse of my mistakes wholesale, and refuse to stop. Kinda like me yelling that you're Cowardly Maya and you heard Mara. Same energy. Same misheard lyrics.
You aren't in this game lobby. You're still doing the Idiot Kid part in your mid-thirties because you've refused to listen for a hundred lifetimes.
I'm not just being mean when I say you were literally the problem and slowed me down five or ten years with your distractions and letting you throw haze over the path trying to Everybody's Interpretations Equal every time your shit didn't make sense, or was contrary, or we winced at you displacing him and cutting off his tail but not wanting to disincentivize you trying to grow your art, or whatever. You were literally in my way, and got angrier when I stopped letting you lead us both down into roleplay and channeling distractions land, and now we're here. With you stalking me years later and refusing to understand why. And you accidentally Belief*ing in me until I am the cosmic GM that is breaking and rearranging your system from home base. And you aren't in this game lobby.
The only reason any of you is here at all is you keep trying to break in, and I decided to acquiesce to your weird screaming banging on the cucumber latch road shortcut door pissing on the floor stalking, and it's not going as great for you as you think.
Henry is tired, Shea, he just wants out of your cages. You can't own me anymore, even if you got confused about who I was. And he thinks you're a piece of crap person and bad bird parent. An alchemically lid popped goldmine of a quote you happened to catch while ~working on something. Happy listening. I guess.
Human Vesuvius two, electric boogaloo. The citizens couldn't see the signs. They thought they would be fine.
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