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trans-queen-administrator · 10 months

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Honestly? I think Aisha had a crush on Taylor, and it makes her character so much more fun too. Her first meeting she gets to tease her a bunch and then the next time they meet she sees that Taylor is incredibly brutal and idk. I think she's weird enough that that would make a spark for her. Obviously Taylor barely noticed Aisha, and ends up dating her brother, so I think this crush withered a bit and likely made her kinda bitter as a whole, in large part because Aisha hurts a lot when people she wants to notice her don't. She thinks she's over it when Taylor leaves, she's been hurt enough already, and then Taylor comes back and oh no she is not over it at all and so she flirts with her a few times through Gold Morning, and she has an actual emotional moment with Taylor where she tells her it's ok to feel things, and she gave up on the crush but maybe she can still be important enough for Taylor to notice and not dismiss.

And then Taylor is barely Taylor, and Aisha is following her through portal after portal, watching as the fun-to-tease dumbass that made her heart flutter becomes more and more unhinged. Taylor is unraveling at the seams, and she's doing it all alone, even surrounded by thousands of capes for her army she's so alone. Except for Aisha. Taylor doesn't even know Aisha is there, she's never noticed her anyway, but she's alone and she's breaking down and she's still the woman Alec teased her about liking all those years ago. So Aisha does all she can to soothe her even as she stops being her, she sings soothing melodies, fixes Taylor's hair, gently rubs her back. So many things Taylor would never let happen, but that she needs to have. And then the golden man dies, and everyone is surrounding Taylor and wondering what to do with her, and she's going to attack them, and Aisha finally lets her power down and Taylor notices her for once. The joy from that hardly makes up for having her free will stolen and a knife put in her mouth as a threat, and if Aisha could move she'd let out a bitter laugh about how fitting it is that this was the time Taylor noticed her.

And then Taylor is gone. She's not coming back this time. And despite Aisha's best efforts, she can't quite move on from the crush just like she can't move on from Alec's friendship. So she does what she wishes people would do for her, she makes sure Taylor is remembered. She confronts Shadow Stalker and lets her know just how much Taylor mattered, because all those people afraid of Khepri and wanting to forget her didn't see her as tears streamed down her face and blood dried on her skin and her posture slumped like a corpse. They didn't see how human she was, how much she sacrificed. But Aisha did. Aisha saw the girl that she had fun teasing in the apartment slowly disappear. She saw someone so determined that they left their mind behind for the greater good. She saw Taylor at her lowest, and she was the only one who really saw her. She'll never get over seeing the hollow shell of Taylor Hebert breaking down as she sings to her, she'll never forget her. So she has to make sure other people don't forget her. It's her love language, and sometimes it feels like no one else speaks it.

#worm #parahumans #aisha laborn #imp #taylor hebert #skitter #her thing with Alec always felt platonic soulmates to me #idk why I wrote this and I don't think it makes sense it's 2:30 am lol #but yeah aisha having a crush makes her whole life worse #it fits in a lot of situations in canon too #so yeah #3 for 3 female undersiders love Taylor #gah I wanna write Taylor / Aisha post gold morning

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impulsivefanwriter · 9 months

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Lava Fall (Remastered)

A ninjago fic snippet based on SPBNR by @kittydemon9000 rewritten in honour of the 2-year anniversary of the discord server! This one is to all the wonderful memories and friends made in that amazing group. Here's to many more years of great times and creative ideas!

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Being kidnapped isn’t an everyday occurrence, but in Shogun’s line of occupation, it may as well be with how often it seems to happen.

Heck, his little brother has the worst luck out of all of them— though his sister seems to come a close second.

So it’s to no real surprise (at least, to him) that Shogun currently finds himself in a rather… precarious position.

As in a “tied to a chain, dangling over lava just like Nya back in the Fire Temple” kind of precarious position.

Yeah. Just an average Friday evening.

Below him stands the gloating four-armed warlord himself, a positively pompously smug grin stretched across his features. Two hands rest on his hips, and two stay crossed before him.

“I asked you to join me, yet you refuse. You’re as stubborn as my buttface of a brother.”

Despite the childish insults, Shogun knows better than to underestimate this world’s Garmadon. Instead, he levels the villain with a burning glare. “Let me go, or face the consequences.”

Garmadon smiles— a cruel, wretched thing, honestly— and places two hands on a lever. “Let you go? That can be arranged.”

Lava gurgles under him, seeming to draw closer lava surrounding Lloyd’s cage, lapping at the metal floor and splashing against the bars. The Fangblade plummets as Kai lunges forward, not for the weapon, but for his little brother, too late, he’s too late, too unworthy, too much of a failure—

Shogun’s face is the definition of a furious snarl, but before he can spit out a barrage of insults so stinging it would melt Garmadon’s helmet, one of the doors to the cavern bursts open with an explosion. Shapes burst through the smoke, and Ninja Force come raining in.

“Smith!” Lloyd not his Lloyd but still neither should be near a volcano not after— shouts, green hood pulled over his face and missile launcher— WHO GAVE THIS KID A MISSILE LAUNCHER— propped over his shoulder. “Hold on!”

Garmadon’s army pours into the room, narwhal spears and pufferfish flails at the ready. Cyan leaps forward with her trident raised above her head. She brings it down in an arc with a furious war cry, melted tip scrapping against a lobster-themed shield with an unpleasant screech. Behind her, Black follows with a swing of his hammer, slamming the shield away and sending it spinning into the lava pit below. The metal hisses as it dissolves into a glob of orange spittle and vanishes.

Red charges in after his sister, twin katanas reflecting the glow of the lava so bright they almost appear alight with flames. He disarms one unprepared General with a move that makes Shogun proud— looks like he was paying attention in weapon training after all— and spins to hit a second, sparks flying as metal contacts metal. Shogun squints. For a split second, he thought he saw the base embers of Spinjitzu, but if there were any, they quickly fade into the chaos of the fight.

A flash catches his attention, and Shogun turns his head in time to catch a whiff of ozone and charred fish. A General runs wailing from the room, smoke trailing after them like a scarf. A (fearfully) screaming Blue snaps his wrist again, and his flail strikes out like lightning. Next to him, White makes perfect precision strikes with his bow, quips of “Nice Shot!” and “Good Aim!” in an impression of that announcer in that sports video game Smith played with the others falling from his lips.

“We’re coming!” Green yells, scrambling down the path his team clears toward his father. Whenever a General crosses his line of sight, the missile launcher clicks in warning. The more foolish Generals find themselves knocked aside in explosions that rattle the volcano, sending Smith spinning on his chain like an angry disco ball.

His vision blurs for a minute from the motion, and he tries not to hurl into the lava below. Instead, he focuses on the sounds of metal clashing, the shouts of combat, and the pounding slam of explosions and hammers-that-really-shouldn’t-be-rattling-the-volcano-this-much.

A feeling surfaces in his gut, clawing steadily upwards and wrapping icy fingers around his heart. It’s a feeling that ties lead to his feet, that grips his hair and yanks his head back, that throws him forward onto his knees like a spiked heel to his back.

It’s a feeling of helplessness.

Stupid, consuming helplessness.

He hates it.

His friends, his family, are fighting below, and he can’t do anything.

When Shogun stops spinning, the feeling only worsens, climbing up the inside of his throat with a thick glob of sticky horror.

Cyan’s disarmed, her trident slowly sinking as it melts away in the lava. Her fists, blood staining her knuckles, collide with any General near her.

CRACK, a General’s jellyfish helmet shattering into glass shards.

CRACK, the jaw of a crab General breaking.

CRACK, Cyan’s hand against metal-plated armour.

She drops back with a wounded howl that’s his SISTER who just got hurt, and he can’t help her. Her brothers are there in an instance, one slamming the General with the butt-end of a katana and the other lighting them up like a firework with a missile. The General flies out of the room as if fired by their boss.

A screech drags Shogun’s horrified gaze away from the three siblings and to a squirming Blue held by the back of the gi like a kitten. The orca-themed General sneers, spinning the lightning ninja around. Before they can toss him into a wall, a bright flash fills the chamber. Some kind of force smashes the General into the wall instead. Blue goes sailing out of their grip—

And over the railing of the pathway.

Shogun’s heart stops.

Before the half-formed wail of his brother’s name can burst from his mouth, however, a streak dives under the railing and over the cliff edge. Black snatches Blue’s wrist and digs his other hand into the craggy rock wall, praying for a handhold.

... ... ...

Through some miracle, he finds one. He clings there, holding Blue against the wall as the pair dangles over lava.

A General reaches over the railing with a spear aimed at Black’s hand below them, but an arrow knocks the spear from their hand. White bodyslams them out of the way and helps Black and Blue up in a lull of combat.

More Generals pour into the cavern as alarms wail, nearly spilling others into the lava pit below. The Ninjaforce tense, adjusting grips on whatever weapons they have remaining.

But before the fight can break out anew, Garmadon gives a pointed cough that seems to echo louder along the rock walls.

Shogun jerks as he’s lowered on the chain a smidge.

Silence falls.

“So—” Garmadon stretches the word out, savouring the attention as his fingers tap the lever with casual slowness. “You surrender, or he drops.”

Six faces pale beneath hooded masks.

Green swallows. “You wouldn’t. You spent all this energy to catch him. You won’t drop him.”

There’s an edge of pleading to his voice, a desperate hope that some tiny part of Garmadon wouldn’t do it. That his father isn’t that despicable. That Green by association isn’t that despicable.

Garmadon rolls his eyes. “Ugh, you goody-two-shoes are all the same. You sound like my whiny butt-faced brother. “Don’t do this, Garmadon!” “You’re better than this, Garmadon!” I am better. I’m stronger. I’m gonna rule Ninjago City! I thought I could use Shogun on my side to do it, but if he’s just gonna stand in my way—“

The chain drops another few centimetres.

“—then I’m more than ready to drop him.”

Shogun has enough.

Smith has enough.

Kai has enough.

Burning fury, hotter than a thousand suns, roars through his gut. It melts the frozen helplessness clamped around his heart, burns away the sticky glob of horror in his throat, and spits out of his mouth in a jet of orange flames. “Do it, coward.”

A thicker silence follows the last syllable. The Ninja Force and generals alike look on with horror, the former with fear for their friend, the latter recognizing a phrase that would immediately get any of them fired if they dared utter it.

Even Garmadon blinks, stunned.

Then his cruel smirk returns. “So be it. If you’re not for me, you’re against me. Our dance was fun, Shogun. Too bad you won’t be sticking around for an encore.”

He yanks the lever back with two hands.

Someone screams.

The tether keeping Shogun chained goes slack as he plummets, the string holding him helpless severed in a single move. As he falls, lava fast approaching, his expression betrays no fear.

He keeps his burning gaze drilled into Garmadon’s the whole way down.

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Lloyd doesn’t know what to do.

Smith had casually dropped into their lives one seemingly uneventful day, and he’d stuck to them ever since. He’d been the best addition to their friend group they could’ve ever hoped for.

And now he’s been dropped, literally, back out of their lives.

“SMITH!”

The scream comes from six people at once, six ninjas scrambling to the railing and stare at the lava’s centre where the melting chain vanishes below the bubbling orange surface.

Logically, Smith’s buoyancy should mean he’d float. Yet the chain plating drags him down below the spitting lava in a heartbeat, gone from view.

A mercy on their eyes, to avoid seeing the flesh melt from his bones.

Kai drops to his knees, katanas clattering to the ground. “He… he can’t be gone.” His voice is hollow, a snuffed candle. It reminds Lloyd of how lost Shogun sounded earlier. “He can’t be.”

“…Sensors indicate 0% chance of survival…” Comes Zane’s voice, grief-struck cold and crackling with static. “I— I wish it was /j instead of /srs.”

An expression steeped in horror and guilt washes across Nya’s face. “The last thing I ever said to him—“

Cole stands silent, his watering eyes speaking volumes to the turmoil rumbling inside. Jay crashes into his side, shaking as he hiccups and gasps for air.

And Lloyd… Lloyd can’t think. Can’t see. Can’t feel.

Smith is gone.

And it’s his father’s fault.

Lloyd growls, slowly turning to face Garmadon with eyes blazing green. He flexes his hands unconsciously, nails sharpening into claws as green and gold scales march over his skin.

He throws himself forward with a wild roar, claws aiming for Garmadon’s throat. The move catches even the warlord off-guard, his Generals too surprised to react.

But before Lloyd can attack his father, before he can hurtle the anguished insult burning on his tongue, the lava pit behind him explodes.

Everyone, ninja and Generals alike, scramble back as the geyser of lava swallows the remains of the dangling metal chain whole. The spray spits and sizzles as it hits the surrounding rock. A wave of heat radiates out.

No one, not even Kai himself, notices that a couple drops land on his skin without burning him.

The air punches from Lloyd’s lungs.

Striding out of the lava, completely fine as if he’d merely taken a plunge in the pond in the park, is Smith.

What. The. Duck.

Lava dripping from his fingers, Smith climbs up the rocky cliffs and pulls himself over the railing. He shakes himself off, flicking a glob of drying lava from his shoulder with utmost casualness. Droplets of lava hit the grated floor.

There isn’t a scratch on him. No burns, no cuts, not even his clothes look singed. The only change, honestly, is that his stormy expression somehow manages to look even more murderous.

He raised his hand toward Garmadon.

His fist erupts into flames.

WHAT. THE. DUCK.

“So—“ Smith draws out the word as if it’s an inside joke between him and the warlord. “You asked me to join you. I refused. I asked you to let me go. I’d count that as refusing.”

The flame grows brighter, flaring higher. His eyes glow like a hearth.

“So I say it’s time for that encore.”

#spbnr #same people but not really #ninjago #lego ninjago #Lego Ninjago movie #the lego ninjago movie #Kai Smith #kai #kai ninjago #kai jiang #Imp's Writing

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windyhaven · 3 months

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hc10 has me breaking out the art programs again. <3

#skizzleman #impulsesv #imp and skizz #hermitcraft #my art #THE ENDING TO IMP'S EPISODE????? AAAAAAAH #GOING TO GET WRITING AS SOON AS IM DONE POSTING #THE 'LIVE TO CREATE' IN ME IS BEING UNLEASHED

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thelampisaflashlight · 1 year

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Cryptid Biology 9: Trust

[Dew communicates his feelings... as best as a little imp can.] Below the cut.

Dew isn't sure what's going on anymore.

The ghouls are talking around him, a constant back and forth of sounds he doesn't understand.

Sometimes, one of them will lower themselves to his level, talk at him, and he'll recoil, pressing further into the corner of the plastic tub they've set him down in.

The walls too tall and smooth for his little nails to catch and climb out, so he's stuck.

He'd spent a long while hiding under his sweatshirt, the one he'd been wearing when he turned into... whatever he was now.

Rain had stuffed it in there along with his sweat pants and a couple other soft, familiar smelling things, and that had helped him relax.

At least he's comfortable.

He peers up at the aforementioned ghoul.

He hasn't taken his eyes off of him since they set him down inside the container, he looks at Rain's hand dangling over the lip of it, hanging down low enough so that Dew can scratch the top of his head and along his spine with it if he wants to.

And he does.

Rain wiggles his fingers a bit, helping him reach the itchy spots he can't get with his back feet.

Dew purrs as Rain pets him.

This... this is nice.

Dew could live like this.

His head feels delightfully empty.

If he'd known he could do this, he would have done it ages ago and lived out the rest of his life as a whatever he is.

Simpler than being a human or a ghoul.

Actually, that makes him wonder...

Why hadn't he been able to do this before?

Why now?

Is it because of them?

He looks at the other ghouls, distorted by the cloudy, semi-opaque prison he's in.

He chirps, lightly bumping Rain's hand away, climbing over to his sweatshirt and making one, two, three small circles.

He settles into a little loaf, sighing contentedly, tail tapping against the plastic rhythmically as he lays his head over his small, overlapped paws.

"Dew?"

Dew lifts his head, locking eyes with Aether.

He can understand his name at least.

Dew watches Aether's mouth move, unable to make sense of the noise coming from it.

He lowers his head again.

There's a sigh.

Probably Aether realizing talking to him like this will get him nowhere.

Dew responds to it with a full body shaking yawn.

Being small is... surprisingly exhausting.

He feels the container move, but he's barely aware of it as he tucks into himself, he needs a nap.

When Dew next wakes, he's being held.

He's not really sure who it is that's holding him, but their hands are large, bigger than Rain's, but thinner than Aether's, and a bit too soft to be Swiss'.

He sniffs curiously.

He smells dirt.

Why does he smell dirt??

DID THEY THINK HE DIED AND TRY TO BURY HIM??

Dew's eyes fly open.

Yipping when he notices he's currently being held in the muddy palms of-

"Hey there."

It's Mountain!

Dew doesn't know why, but this... this comes as relief to him.

Better the earth ghoul than an early grave he supposes.

Mountain may be big, but he's a gentle giant, and his hands aren't constricting him like Swiss' had been before.

He keeps an open palm, letting Dew move freely, so long as he doesn't make to jump from his hands.

He's good with animals after all.

Dew wiggles at him, unable to wave.

He tries, but reaching out his front paw sets him off balance, and he almost tumbles out of his hands.

"Yes, yes, hello..." Mountain coos, "...You've had a long... a long life from the sounds of it, but it's been a long day, hasn't it?"

Dew tilts his head at him.

Why can he understand Mountain?

Does he speak... whatever the fuck?

Of course Mountain would.

That's probably why he's here.

"I want you to know, you're safe here." he says, keeping his voice soft and low, "You're safe here."

Dew croaks at him warily.

Safe?

Everything around him feels like a threat right now if Dew's completely honest.

And, and...

He's... He's so small.

How could he possibly feel safe when the world is so big?

Even on the inside, he feels...

He feels like he's still shrinking down.

Getting smaller and smaller.

He kind of hopes whatever little speck of him is leftover when all is said and done just snaps from existence so he doesn't have to think about...

Think about what exactly?

He...

He isn't sure.

What had him so worked up again?

He tries to get his head on straight, but he can't.

He feels like he's outside of his body and... maybe he is?

He worms his way to the edge of Mountain's palm.

"I need you to trust me, and let me change you back."

Change him back?

No!

Dew hisses.

He doesn't want to go back!

"Dew... you can't live like this." Mountain states somberly, "You... you just can't."

He can!

He can make this work!

Somehow...

"...I know you're scared. This has all been very weird, hasn't it?"

Dew croaks, looking down at the floor.

It's... It's a long way down.

It might hurt if he jumps down now.

"If you put your faith in me now, I can promise I'll stand by you, help you tell the others how you feel if it's hard for you to do, but this... Dew, this isn't the answer to your problems." Mountain says, "Shutting out the world won't make you feel better."

"It'll make it worse."

Dew whimpers, forcing his mouth to form the only word he can think to say...

"...sss...S...cc...areddd..."

"Sc... ared."

"Scared."

His little eyes water and he tries to hide his face behind his paws, but he can't.

Small as he is now, Mountain can see all of him.

And when a sudden warm drop of water hits his back.

Dew realizes, he understands.

Because Mountain is crying, too.

Big ol' softie.

Dew shakes off the moisture and chirps at Mountain, nuzzling the pad of his thumb, trying to comfort him.

Dew's in such a weird position, but, but he...

He still can't stand seeing one of his friends upset.

Even on his own behalf.

"Will you trust me?" Mountain asks, and...

And how can Dew say no to those big sad eyes??

He chirps at him.

"Maybe we should wait to turn him back."

Dew blinks at Aether.

Having been returned to the kitchen by Mountain, the other ghouls had sat down to discuss the matter of turning him back, and, focusing very, very, very hard, Dew had been able to... ehhh... vaguely understand the mechanics of it, understand them at least.

"Probably a good idea." Swiss says, "If he was just starting his heat for the first time, him turning into an imp for a couple days is probably the safest option, since he won't experience it in that form."

He won't?

Come to think of it, his little... uhh... leaking problem had gone away as soon as he shifted forms.

Good.

Great even.

If he can just do this the next time that ha-

The next time.

This... this could, no, this would happen again.

Dew lets out a miserable little burble and buries his face in his paws.

"Aw, Dew, it's..." Rain cuts himself off again, shaking his head, "...It's not okay, and, we need to talk about it."

Dew grumbles at him.

"Hey, at least he can't deny he's a ghoul anymore." Swiss shrugs, "I get that he's freaked about it, especially after all this time, but living in denial about things... Like, I know he's not happy he doesn't know what's happening, but, like, Dew, man..."

He gets down on Dew's level, "You have to admit, if you were even a little bit more open to the idea... we could have talked to you."

"No, Swiss, we should have talked to him about it regardless." Mountain corrects, "This... this isn't all on him. We assumed a lot, and pushed hard thinking we were right and that Dew was just... being silly! But..."

"I agree." Cirrus interjects, "But Swiss... Swiss isn't wrong either exactly."

"We all failed to communicate properly." she says, "And it forced a reaction, which, while it does prove our theory... it was wrong to back Dew into a corner like this."

The ghouls argue back and forth.

Trying to shift blame.

Dew tries to cover his ears.

It's embarrassing being talked about like this, especially when he can't defend himself.

"Scared."

The room goes quiet.

"Scared."

Aether tries to comfort him, but the shadow of his hand makes Dew flinch.

"Sca...ry."

"Scary."

The only words Dew can seem to utter are ones of fear.

Of distrust.

"Why?" Rain asks, "Why 'scary'?"

Dew... isn't sure why.

He just is.

Something about the ghouls.

No, something about BEING a ghoul is absolutely terrifying to him.

And he can't place why.

"I brought my tablet!" Sunshine calls from the doorway, interrupting the oppressive silence, "Imp paws work on touch screens, right?"

Imp?

Oh.

Oh is that what he is?

"Should work." Cumulus says, taking the tablet and setting it down in front of Dew, "Thanks, Sunny. Okay..."

Dew stares at the screen.

"Just tap the pictures and tell us how you feel, can you do that?"

Of course Dew can do that!

Dew baps the screen with his paw.

"Fuck you."

"SUNNY!"

"Hehe, sorry, sorry, I figured he might want to vent his frustrations a little..."

Dew slaps the screen a few more times over that one before he decides to get serious.

Rain leans over the table, "Okay, Dew... why scary?"

Dew looks at the pictures available to him, swiping at the screen to find the right words.

"No. Choice. Scary."

"It's scary... because you didn't get to decide?" he tries, and Dew bobs his head at him.

"No. Choice. Scary." he looks through the pictures, "Make. Small. Small. No. Like."

"You don't like feeling small?" Swiss questions, "Elaborate?"

"No. Like. Small. Feel. Like. Lie. Lie. Lie."

"Lie?"

Dew stares at the screen.

"Dew?"

"Like. Lie. Life. Lie." he baps the screen one more time before curling into himself again, "Silly."

"You feel... silly... because you didn't know?"

Dew chirps.

"But we all... we all did? Because we thought we knew?"

Chirp.

"And that made you feel... small."

Dew lifts his head, staring up at his friends.

"We made you feel small... so you made yourself small?" Aether asks.

When you put it that way...

Dew bats at the screen.

A steady rhythm of "Fuck you".

#Lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #strangely human #imps are just weird cats #ghouls are just weird cats

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glitterrosesnzz · 7 months

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Cat in a Box

@hachiibun happy birthday!!! i hope i'm not too late to it shdflkjsldfs.

here's a 1.8k words long Lyney fic ft. various hcs

Aether silently stood leaning over Lyney’s shoulder as the magician went through the process of loosely explaining his newest trick.

“Now, I can’t tell you everything, of course-” Lyney said, tapping on the side of the magic box they were standing in front of. “But this box here is going to be somewhat of the main event for the show tonight.”

“Boxes again?” Aether asked, “This is like, the third time you’ve used one. Is it like your cat instincts jumping out?”

“My ca- I’m afraid you must be mistaken, Traveler.” Lyney laughed, “It’s only Lynette who got the cat genes. Although, I suppose I have been called cat-like by some people… in the mysterious and charming way, of course.”

Aether rolled his eyes, wishing that Lynette was here at the moment, knowing that she at least would give a more truthful answer. But, she was currently off in one of the side rooms of the Opera House with Paimon, indulging in some sweets, and Aether didn’t feel like interrupting the two of them for something so minor.

“So.” He said instead, “What exactly is so different about this box?”

“Well you see, I’m going to change my dear sister Lynette, into a charming little bunny.”

Aether blinked slowly. Then, he shifted, leaning against the door of the box slightly.

“A bunny.” He deadpanned, “...Now that I think about it, despite it being one of the most well known tricks, to the point that I know it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do a trick with a bunny. Do you- do you even have a bunny?”

“Why of course!” Lyney gave an overdramatic little bow, gesturing for Aether to move out of the way, before dramatically knocking three times on the box’s door. On the third knock, Aether could hear a slight thump, and when Lyney opened the door-

There was a small black bunny sitting on the floor of the box.

“Traveler, allow me to introduce you to Lapin.” Lyney said, moving out of the way as the Traveler stepped into the box, bending down to gently pick the bunny up. “Ah, but don’t tell Paimon or Lynette about him. This is going to be a surprise for my siblings as well.”

“So Lynette doesn’t know that you’re going to ‘turn her into a bunny’ then?” Aether asked,gently petting Lapin and pushing himself up against the wall of the box as Lyney subconsciously stepped in as well in order to speak face to face. There was barely enough room for the both of them to stand in the box without brushing together. “Why wouldn’t you tell her-”

Aether’s question was cut off by the sound of a click- and they both tensed, but neither of them was fast enough to react as the door to the box swung closed.

Aether’s elemental vision activated automatically, acting almost like night vision. It was through this that he only just barely caught the brief flash of panic on Lyney’s face.

“Well!” Lyney’s voice held an amount of practiced calm to it that, if Aether didn’t know better, he wouldn’t even realize was faked. “This is certainly unexpected.”

“...Can you get us out?” Aether asked, tilting his head slightly as Lyney’s nose twitched.

“Welllll… no. There is, unfortunately, no switch on the inside of this box! There is a failsafe though, it should open on it’s own in about ten minutes.”

And, well, Aether was pretty sure that was a bold-faced lie, considering he was quite certain he could feel what seemed like a switch or other sort of mechanism pressed up against the center of his back. It was in a position he couldn’t quite reach on his own, especially with a bunny in his arms, but Lyney would only have to just reach around him…

Maybe he didn’t want to get too close? Now that he was staring, it did seem like Lyney was pressed as close against his side of the box as he could be, slightly tensed up. It had never really seemed like Lyney had much problems with physical touch before, but maybe this was just a bit too much.

Still though…

“We could just call for Lynette and Paimon to get us out.” Aether suggested, “I’m sure they’d hear us if we yelled, this place isn’t that big, and the sounds from the stage echo everywhere-”

“There’s no need for that.” Lyney sounded slightly breathless, which was strange, considering they were doing no physical activity at all. “Lynette isn’t meant to know about our little friend Lapin here anyways, remember?”

“And why is tha-” Aether stopped himself mid-sentence, watching as Lyney’s expression twisted slightly- which was strange. Lyney didn’t normally allow so many different facial expressions to slip through his mask. Albeit… he might not know that Aether could see him right now, the box would be pretty dark for the average person after all. “...Are you okay?”

Almost instantly, the strange expression vanished from Lyney’s face, replaced with his usual calm and collected composure, but still, Aether couldn’t help but feel like there was something slightly off.

“Perfectly fine as always!” Lyney said. Aether narrowed his eyes in suspicion, lightly scritching at Lapin’s head as he thought-

Only to be startled as, without any pre-warning, Lyney suddenly jerked his head to the side, hat sliding slightly askew as he half stifled a sneeze.

“Heh’KSh-!!” The half-stifle was extremely ineffective at preventing the other side effects that happened to come with a vision user sneezing, the entire box briefly lighting up with tiny sparks of pyro. But that wasn’t what surprised Aether the most.

No, that honor went to the cat ears and tail that suddenly and mysteriously appeared on Lyney’s body.

“Oh darn…” Lyney muttered, before clearing his throat. “Apologies, that kind of snuck up on me.”

…Should Aether ask about the ears? Would that be rude? It was clearly something that Lyney wanted to hide.

Aether didn’t get the chance to ask, as the next moment, Lyney’s expression twisted, and he was jolting to the side with another failed half-stifle, the box lighting up with pyro sparks one again. One of said sparks lightly brushed up against Aether’s cheek, and he quietly hissed at the slight sting. Lyney muttered a quiet apology under his breath, holding one finger against his nose.

Right. Random cat ear generation aside, something told Aether that Lyney’s sneezing was not going to stop anytime soon, and Aether would rather get out of the box before he got burned, thank you very much.

“Lyney.” Aether said, watching as Lyney quietly sniffled, suddenly looking slightly nervous.

“Yes, Traveler?”

“I know the switch thing was a lie. I can feel it up against my back.” Aether deadpanned, and, for some reason, Lyney almost seemed to… relax? Strange. “So hurry up and get over here and get us out before you end up burning one of us.”

Ah, and Lyney was tense again.

“Oh, right.” One of Lyney’s cat ears twitched, and it took all of Aether’s strength to bite his tongue and keep himself from commenting on it. Slowly, Lyney moved closer, until they were almost face to face, his hands moving to reach behind Aether’s back to find the mechanism. Lapin seemed curious about the new proximity, the bunny’s ears twitching. Lyney slightly twisted his face away from it. “Sorry, it’s slightly more complicated than a simple switch, it might- might take me a momen- hH-”

It was with near-lightening speed that Aether’s hand shot up, pinching Lyney’s nose shut. Based on Lyney’s past two attempts at stifling, this was not going to end well if the magician was left on his own, and Aether was not going to get burned today, thank you.

Lyney almost seemed startled for a second, but the sudden action was clearly not enough to chase the urge to sneeze away.

“Hih’NKsh!” There was no sparks this time, but based on the way Lyney’s breath continued to audibly hitch afterwards, his cat ears pressed back against his head, and how, through his glove, Aether could feel Lyney’s nose twitch, Aether could tell this wouldn’t be the last sneeze. “Tr-Traveler, wh-hIh- what-”

“Just focus on getting the door open.” Aether said. Lyney seemed to follow that instruction, Aether could just barely make out the sensation of the magician’s hands moving behind his back, surprisingly steady even as Lyney’s hitching breaths turned desperate.

“Hehh…hh…hiHH–!” Lyney seemed to only just barely choke back a sneeze. Aether rolled his eyes. What, was he embarrassed about sneezing into Aether’s hand, now?

He was just about to tell Lyney that he was being ridiculous when there was a resounding click, the door of the box swinging back open.

Wasting practically no time, Lyney forcibly pulled himself away from Aether’s grip, rushing out of the box. Aether followed behind him at a much slower pace, wiping his hand off on his clothes before going back to gently petting Lapin, but he still was just in time to see as Lyney finally succumbed to whatever itch had overtaken him.

“Hi’KISHiew!!” Bright sparks appeared around him, some small outright flames appearing as well as Lyney’s hat outright fell off this time from the force of him doubling over, the sound of it hitting the stage covered up by the sound of Lyney’s fit. “Heh’SHii! H’EKShiew!!”

“Lyney.” The sound of Lynette’s deadpan voice made both Aether and Lyney jump, Lyney forcing himself back upright to face her. She did not look impressed.

“Ah- Ly-Lynette- hIH-hEH’KSHiu!!” Lyney doubled over with another sneeze, fit clearly not done. “Hh’ISHkiew!!”

“So.” Lynette said, her hands on her hips, tail swinging back and forth in disapproval. “The little guy over here in Aether’s arms is the reason you’ve been sneezing your head off the last few nights.”

Lyney was too busy doubling over with another sneeze to give a response, and Aether blinked down at the bunny that was snuggled innocently in his arms.

Oh. So Lyney was allergic to bunnies then.

…Pinching his nose shut with a hand that was likely covered in bunny fur probably hadn’t helped Lyney’s current condition in the slightest then.

Well, whatever. Wasn’t like he could do anything to change it now. This information wasn’t even the most shocking thing Aether had learned today.

Speaking of which…

“So like, are the cat ears… real?” Aether whispered to Lynette. She blinked slowly in response, before sighing.

“He just thinks they show too much of his real emotions.” She responded, and Lyney somehow managed to pause mid-hitch to give her a horrified look.

“Lynette! Do- hIH… don’t tell- tell him tha-hAH- H’KIShiew!! Heh’SHIew!!”

Lynette sighed, walking over to her brother and grabbing him by the shoulders, starting to lead him off stage.

“C’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up so that you’re not still sneezing like crazy by the time the show starts.” She said, before looking over her shoulder back at Aether. “Traveler, find someone to take care of that bunny, we’ll find a replacement for tonight’s show.”

Aether glanced down at the bunny in his arms. Lapin stared silently back.

Hearing Lyney sneeze again from somewhere offstage, Aether let out a sigh.

He supposed he could keep the bunny in his teapot for now…

#Gen/shin Imp/act #snz #snz fic #my writing

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sammy-writes-sometimes · 3 months

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Invisible Disability/Flare Up

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“Bad pain day?” Skizz asks quietly.

Impulse sits on the couch, rubbing his knee slightly as he flicks his tail. He sighs before nodding. “Yeah.”

“And you mock me for being old?” The angel jokes.

“It's not my fault my knee doesn't work!” The demon spits back, though there's a slight smile behind it.

Skizz giggles before sitting next to Impulse, helping him lift the sore leg onto the couch as he groans.

“At least it isn't dislocated?” Skizz tries to reassure.

(It happened once before, a joint popping out of place in Impulse's foot and hurting so bad that he had considered leaving the server he was on to visit an actual hospital.)

Impulse only leans back, his tail flicking in annoyance.

“You had plans today, didn't you?”

“Yep.” Impulse sighs. “I was going to Hermitcraft today but I can't even fly if I risk tripping when I land.”

“I feel ya, homie buddy.” Skizz reassures quietly before sitting up. “Want me to get the heat pack? Maybe some pain meds?”

“That'd be nice.”

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Our ko-fi

#jan 31 2024 #mcyt physically disabled week #imp & skizz #impulse #skizz #(we originally intended to write half blind bdubs for the prompt today but just couldnt thing of anything)#(all our thoughts went into impulse having hypermobility cus our rib has been acting up lately 😔)#(impulse has our bad knee and fucked up foot <3)#impskizz #skizzpulse

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impishtubist · 6 months

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Me telling all my fanfic ideas to fuck off.

#imp speaks #imp is writing #nanowrimo #yes it is cruel that [REDACTED CHARACTER]'s birthday falls during nano month however #i have TWO books to write so get out of here

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eluminium · 8 months

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Y'know. In the latest Imp and Skizz podcast, the one about Comparison, there were a lot of good quotes. But like, can we talk specifically about one of them. Can we talk about Skizz recalling him saying "I'm gonna need you on this" to Impulse in 2021. When his daughter went to study in New York. And Skizz was in total misery from it. Like he described it as "there was no good feeling in that, it was just pain". So he asked Impulse if they could stream more together to take his mind off of it. And Impulse went above and beyond for him.

Can we like, acknowledge that. "I'm gonna need you on this". Need you. Not just anyone. You.

Think about that, absorb the implications. Like what an absolute beast of a bond two people have to recognise exactly when they need that friend right now, and that friend doesn't even question what you're asking and just jumps right into weaving this new routine into their busy life. To help. To do what they can to midigate the current pain. For your benefit and your benefit only.

Imp and Skizz are absolute best friend powerhouses. They've really got that platonic soulmate aesthetic over there. They warm my heart and I'm just another fly on the wall!

Thats it thats my ramble im going to bed now goodnight.

#dose of impulse #dose of skizz #IM A BIT INSANE #I NEEDED TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST BEFORE I COULD SLEEP #IT DO BE LIKE THAT #imp and skizz #impulsesv #skizzleman #my writing

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theunfairfolk · 2 years

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Once upon a time, there was a Queen, and a King, and a castle, and a kingdom. And then, one day, there was a child. And then, many years later, there was a Prince. The only problem was that everyone thought he was a Princess.

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imminent-danger-came · 2 days

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I have been so normal about lmk s5. I've been so chill just rewatching the show and thinking about it and enjoying s4. And then we got those "s5 is gonna get real" posts from the va's and now I'm biting at the walls. I'm losing my mind. I'm vibrating into oblivion

#I have been held over by s4 alone for so long #And now that it's so close I'm like #RAAGHGHAHAHGHAHHHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHH #it's not helping that I'm watching through the show with a friend #love you dragons #I'm just like. Oh my god it's gonna be so good #I should put this energy into making stuff #like writing fic or art or whatever #so ready for summeerrrr #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk rant #imp tag

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cosmica-galaxy · 1 year

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Morning! I hope you dont mind but can i request a scenerio to the SQ crew?:

So recently player has gone 'Missing' and everyone is in HUGE stage of panic! But theres only one group to blame which is AAHW!! they might have kidnapped them when they were fast asleep! They need to gear up and get player back. Fast!

Though in reality player was just chilling outside-buying some snacks from the hotdog vendor for everyone to eat

(Thats all! Have a good day! And also..keep up your work!)

You couldn't help yourself, sometimes you just gotta get some 'me' time in. Despite your willingness to be doted on by your beloved vessels, they can become rather suffocating at times.

So, in the morning, you decided to sneak away from your overbearing vessels and venture outside by yourself for once. Once outside, you take in the peace and quiet (something rare in Nevada) and take notice of a hot dog stand just down the way from the SQ hideout.

You did feel a bit peckish...so why not indulge in yourself? You have some money on your person, that the boys "shared" with you from their missions, and you decided to go out and grab a nibble.

While at the hot dog vendor, you ordered your favorite style of hot dog and chatted idly with the vendor. Apparently, he's been doing this job for years and has seen his fair share of things around Nevada. His tales were wild and interesting, so much that you find yourself tuning in and nodding along.

However, the silence and peaceful moment between you both was suddenly shattered when the sound of the door to the hidden SQ building was kicked open by Hank Wimbleton. All decked up in his gear, like he was about to go to war or something.

However, the moment his bright red goggles lock onto you standing by the hot dog stand, his gaze visibly relaxes and his arms slump to his sides.

He begins to approach and you sigh.

"So much for my moment of peace." You grouchily say as you munch on your hot dog.

"Heh." The Vendor laughs. "Welcome to Nevada, kid."

When Hank reaches you, he visibly leans on you and wraps you up in his arms. Giving the vendor a cautious and leery glare. You can only sigh as you hear both Sanford and Deimos come out of the building, both brandishing their own weapons before finding you in Hank's embrace.

In no time, you're surrounded by your vessels once again.

The vendor can only watch as you are smothered and despite your pleading gaze, he merely chuckles at you quietly.

So much for taking a break...

#anon asks #anonymous #anon ask #hax speaks #haxorus imp #cosmica galaxy #madcom tag #madcom x reader #self aware m:pn au #human!reader x madcom #madness combat x reader #y/n x madness combat #madness combat imagines #my writings

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