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luna0713hunter · 8 months

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I'd die for you

Zoro Roronoa x reader

Summary : when Zoro is injured by Hawk Eyes,you cant help but to worry about him.

Warnings : none really, basically hurt/comfort,mentions of injuries and fear of losing the person you love aka Zoro, bickering couple

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"Wow," Sanji breaths, "Just,wow..."

You let out a whine and hide your face in your hands.

"Sanjiiii," you take hold of the cook's sleeve and shake him as hard as you can (which isnt much), "what should i do?! there's no way Zoro would actually like this!!!"

"I dont know," the blonde takes a spoonful of the soup you've made,which was oddly....black, "that blockhead should be thrilled that you put so much effort in making this for him!!"

You sniff,watching as Sanji swallows and school his expression,but not before his face paling slightly, "it just...has a little too much salt. And pepper...and.." when his eyes land on your defeated expression,Sanji smiles brightly again but it seems a little forced "and its absolutely delicious!!!i cant see how he cant possibly love this!"

"you're just saying that to make me feel better. You dont have to pretend,Sanji."

The cook gives you a charming smile and starts cleaning the kitchen, "if a man can't appreciate his woman cooking for him,then he doesn't deserve to taste it. So,y/n," he turns around from washing the dishes and smiles warmly at you, "don't be nervous. And remember you can always learn from your mistakes."

You smile back,and take hold of the bowl and walk our of the kitchen;a small skip to your steps.

"I'm going!!"

"Good luck with him!"

You giggle as you try to rush to where Zoro is; resting in his bedroom after you specifically asked him to rest.

It hasn't been long since he got injured by Hawk Eyes, and as much as he didnt want to admit those scars needed time to fully heal. And with him running around and fighting everyone in sight,it wasnt easy to actually make him rest. So after a small argument with him and some help from Sanji,you managed to cook something for him. The cook had mentioned that the herbs in the soup would heal him faster,but judging from how dark the food looked like,you may or may have not overcooked it. Only a little.

As you reach his room, you take a steady breath to calm yourself before knocking gently on the door.

"If its about your damn cooking or personal space again,i couldn't care less Sanji."

"Zoro,its me."

When the other side goes silent,you cant help but to roll your eyes playfully and grin. Sanji and Zoro couldn't get along for the life them and it never ceases to amuse you.

"...come in."

You take another breath as you finally open the door.

Zoro is,to your delight, actually resting on his hammock. His arms are folded behind his head as he stares at you when you walk through the door. The room is mostly dark,since he has a habit of drawing the curtains whenever Sanji is not around to nag at him. Your eyes momentarily traces the shape of the bandages under his shirt,before clearing your throat and moving to his side.

"i hope you're hungry. Sanji helped me cook this for you."

Zoro eyes the bowl in your hands,but doesn't move from where he's laying

"its not poisoned,is it?"

"i was cooking,what do you think?"

Zoro purse his lips and doesn't reply. You visibly gape at him and stump your foot angrily

"I'm not that bad at cooking!!"

"i didnt even say anything."

"your face says all i need to know!!" You huff and turn around, "maybe i should just give this to Luffy! I'm sure he would appreciate it,unlike someone."

You dont even have time to take another step before there are arms around your waist,not hard that you spill the soup,but enough to stop you from leaving.

"...give it here."

You dont turn around,but your lips twitch; Zoro could never say no to you.

"And why would i?"

"...cause I'm hungry and it smells...really good."

And when you finally turn around,you lift an eyebrow unamused.

"was that pause really necessary?"

"just give me the damn bowl."

You try really hard to hide your teasing grin,but judging from the scowl Zoro's wearing, you're not very successful at it.

You wait impatiently as Zoro blows the soup (which is totally unnecessary since its already lukewarm) and swallows a spoonful. You fidget with your fingers, tilting your head to side and looking at the man in front of you nervously.

"so?how is it?"

Zoro takes a moment before looking up at you.

"it's the best soup I've ever had."

There's a moment of silence where you just stare at the man in front you. He looks serious;no sign of his teasing grin or eye rolls. And when he sees you not responding,he just goes back to eating your black, burned soup.

Your eyes water and you try to muffle your sob.

At the sound, Zoro's head immediately snaps up,his eyes widening when they land on your crumbled form. He jumps to his feet and takes hold of your shoulders,caresses your cheek and wipes the tears away so gently that it has you crying harder.

"hey,hey. why are you crying?"

You shake your head and hide your face in his chest.

"i almost lost you Zoro..."

"but I'm-"

"you're not fine!!" You sob,and raise your face so you can watch his own twist into a frown as he watches your tears increase, "you almost died!! If it weren't for Zeff's help,you would've bled to death!i cant get the image of that sword slashing your chest out of my head!heck,i cant sleep without thinking of you dying in front of me Zoro!"

When you finally finish your little rant,your face is flushed and your breathing is uneven. Your mind wonders off to that cursed moment again,when a hand on your cheek pulls you back to your senses.

"breath," Zoro murmurs, "breath,babe. Its alright. Im fine;more than fine."

He rests his forehead against yours and puts your hand on his chest. Where you could feel his heart beating.

Alive and safe

"see?" He presses his lips to your heated skin and his hold on you tightens, "and, I'm getting so much better already with your magical soup."

At that,you let out a wet giggle and look up at him, sniffing, "really?"

"really."

And when he slowly steps back until he's laying on his hammock again,with your ear pressed against his beating heart,and the empty bowl of the soup on the floor;you feel your eyes slowly flutter shut.

"Sleep,love. I'll be right here when you wake up."

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tobythesudriantram · 1 year

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Learning with Mingle and Friends: Bullies

*Mingle is at home alone, sitting near a window, drawing a tree that's outside.*

Mingle: ...Oh, hi! My friends are somewhere outside playing... I would've gone with them, but I slept a little too late and they left without me! I'm waiting for them to come back..."

*Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.*

Mingle: Oh, that must be them! I wasn't expecting them to come back so soon!

*Mingle gets up and skips on over to the door, opening it and seeing Donk, Dingle and Boyfriend... Though they seem to be upset about something.*

Mingle: Oh, good afternoon, guys!

Donk: ...I wish it was good...

Dingle: Yeah...

Boyfriend: beep boo... *The three of them walk in, sitting down in a semi-circle on the rug, looking very sad...*

Mingle: Aww, guys, what's getting you down? You look like something awful happened...

*Donk looks at Dingle. Dingle looks at Boyfriend. Boyfriend looks at Donk. The three of them take a deep breath and sigh deeply...*

Boyfriend, Dingle and Donk: We got bullied...

Mingle: What? Awwww, guys... Come on, tell me about it, i'm sure we can work out a way to deal with it! *She sits down in front of them, completing the circle...*

Dingle: *Sigh* Alright then... So it happened while I was in the park...

*Dingle thinks back to what happened...*

Dingle (Narrating): I was on the swing wanting to see if I can do a full 360 turn around if I swing high enough, but then I fell off... I landed on my bottom and it hurt bad... But then this one boy showed up... And... Well...

Eric: Hah! What kinda freakshow was that?!

Dingle: Hey! I-

Eric: Yeah yeah yeah, I know you're about to say somethin' like "Ohhh but it's the best I can do, I'm sure i'll do it someday!", wah, wah, wah... Look dude, you're NEVER going to be able to do it, clearly! I mean come on, my grandma's GOLDFISH could swing higher than that! And that's saying something, because my grandma doesn't even HAVE a goldfish! Hah!

Dingle: S-Stop it...!

Eric: Alright, fine, fine... You need a hand getting up? *Eric extends his hand out to help Dingle get up.*

Dingle: Oh, thank y-

Eric: Oh right, you don't HAVE HANDS! *Eric shoves Dingle down onto his back, before running away laughing.*

Dingle: Ow! H-Hey! COME BACK! *Dingle waves his legs around trying to get up, to no avail.*

Dingle (Narrating): ...And that's pretty much how it went... I laid there for like half an hour before Boyfriend came to help me up!

*Mingle looks at Dingle with a sad expression on her face.* Mingle: Oh, Dingle... I'm so sorry you had to go through that... *She moves closer to him and lightly pats his head, before turning to Boyfriend.* What about you? What happened with you?

Boyfriend: b-beep... bop boo skdoo ba...

*Boyfriend, like Dingle, thinks back to what happened... He was simply singing along to some music on his radio, when suddenly, that guy showed up...*

Jack: Pshhh... What do you think you're doing, kid?

Boyfriend: b-beep? bop boo sk-

Jack: I don't mean your microphone, you blockhead! I mean those silly little beeps and bops! What do you think you are, a barcode scanner?

Boyfriend: b-beep bo skd-

Jack: Here, lemme show you how to ACTUALLY lay down a beat! Gimmie that! *He forcefully takes Boyfriend's microphone from him, before beginning to lay down his bars...*

🎶Yah! I just got a brand new polo!🎶

🎶Leave me alone, fam, I like to be solo!🎶

🎶I wouldn't normally activate my god mode🎶

🎶But might as well juse it to take you out, bozo!🎶

🎶Got myself a beat from my fam in the Dojo🎶

🎶Beat's so dope folks gotta call the Popo🎶

🎶When i'm done with you, your butt'll let out smoke🎶

🎶Hustle so hard with my dough, 'cuz i'm so woke!🎶

🎶Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Jack just touched down!🎶 *As Jack says 'down', he slaps Boyfriend across the face...*

🎶I'm about to run up in my zone like a touchdown!🎶 *...And he does it again...*

🎶I'm about to hit a whole six like a touchdown!🎶 *...And again...*

🎶Crowd going crazy in the mix when I touchdown!🎶 *...And again...*

🎶Touchdown! Touchdown!🎶 *...And again and again...*

🎶You just got a bust down!🎶 *...And again...*

🎶Imma keep flowing, and I'm going to the sun down!🎶 *...And again...*

🎶When I pull up the whole party gotta shut down!🎶 *...And again.*

🎶Got some air forces from a lady in a Dutch town.🎶

Jack: ...Was that awesome or what?! THAT'S how you lay down a beat! As for you... I think you'd be better off workin' at the till at some supermarket! *He tosses the now badly hurt and crying Boyfriend his mic...*

Mingle: ...Oh Boyfriend, i'm so sorry... *She pulls him closer and lightly hugs him.* Does it still hurt?

Boyfriend: *Sob* B-Bap...

Mingle: Now, now... Calm down... *She looks over at Donk.* And you...? What happened with you?

Donk: Well... *Donk once again reminisces on what happened.*

Donk (Narrating): I was buying myself a candy bar from the vending machine when all of a sudden this big guy came along and took it away!

Donk: H-Hey! That's mine!

Max: Hah! Not anymore! Not like you need it anyway!

Donk: ...YOU DON'T SEEM TO NEED IT EITHER!

Max: ...You know what? Fine, you can have it back... *He moves the chocolate bar up to Donk's hand to let him grab it.* ...SIKE! *He tears it away again and eats it all in one bite.*

Donk: *Sob* I-I want my chocolate back!

Max: Well, too bad! Survival of the fittest, kiddo, get used to it! *He shoves Donk over onto the ground, before walking away laughing, leaving Donk with his tummy empty, head bruised and feelings hurt.*

Mingle: *Still hugging Boyfriend* ...Oh... Don't worry Donk, I'll get you some food in a second...

Donk: ...I-I never got my chocolate back...

Mingle: Hm... All of you seem to have a similar problem... Don't worry, i'm sure we can work this out! All we need to do is show up in that same spot tommorow and then try to work it out with those guys!

Dingle: Y-You want us to get bullied again? Are you crazy?!

Mingle: Oh no no no no, I just want to talk to those guys and make sure they don't bully you again...

Dingle: ...A-Alright...

*The next day...*

*The Friends arrive at the park again, and this time Mingle made sure not to have overslept. Dingle, Donk and Boyfriend go their separate ways to the same spots they were in yesterday, while Mingle sits down on a bench in the general middle.*

Mingle: ...I'm sure this is all just a big misunderstanding and those guys didn't mean to hurt my friends. Why would they?

*Dingle is on the swing again when suddenly Eric walks up.*

Eric: Yo, dude, it's my turn! You've been swinging for ages! GET OFF!

Dingle: I-I've only been on for a minute!

Eric: Shut up, get off! *He's just about to shove Dingle off, when suddenly Mingle walks up.*

Mingle: Hey! What do you think you're doing to my friend?

Eric: ...Urgh... Great... There's two of you.

Mingle: Look, I know you probably just want to have fun, but doing so at the cost of others is really mean!

Eric: Oh no! Where are they? Where could they have gone? *He looks around, seemingly worried.*

Mingle: ...Oh, are you looking for someone? Who?

Eric: The person who asked for your stupid advice! Now go ahead and get outta here! And take your little idiot friend with you! *Eric forcefully pulls Dingle off the swing before setting him down in front of Mingle.*

Mingle: Fine... But just know, we will be back! And you'll regret it!

Eric: Oh, wah, wah, wah... *He gets on the swing as Dingle and Mingle walk away...*

*Mingle and Dingle walk over to where Donk is, as he's once again confronted by Max.*

Max: Hehey, how nice of you! *He once again takes Donk's chocolate bar much to Donk's dismay.*

Mingle: Hey, wait!

*Max looks over at Mingle in frustration.* Max: Gruhhh! What do you want?

Mingle: Give that back to my friend! I've got something else to eat in case you are hungry! Something much healthier! *She takes out her lunchbox and reaches into it, taking out an orange.* See?

Max: Oh! Why, thank you. *He takes the orange from Mingle before eating both it and Donk's chocolate bar.* I love people who bring me free food! *He walks away, laughing loudly.*

Donk ...It's no use... *He places his hand on his growling tummy.*

Mingle: Don't worry... We still have one more chance! Come on, let's go!

*Mingle takes Dingle and Donk over to Boyfriend, who has gotten into a heated argument with Jack over who gets to have Boyfriend's radio.*

Jack: You don't deserve that thang anyway! Pass it down!

Boyfriend: b-bop!

Mingle: Hey! What's going on here?

Jack: Ngahhh...

Mingle: Hey, you can't just take someone else's thing without their consent!

Donk: Yeah!

Jack: Even if someone isn't using that thing? Come on, if anything, i'm salvaging it!

Boyfriend: b-bop bee ba!

Eric: Ay Jack? What's going on?! *He walks over to the group.*

Max: Hmmph? Eric? Jack? *He walks over to his friends, finishing up eating Donk's chocolate bar.*

Mingle: Wait... You guys are friends?

Eric: Obviously! But why do you care?

Mingle: Oh! Well, I know you three have been mean to me and my friends, but i'm sure we can work this out! *She extends her hand out for a handshake.* My name is Mingle!

*Max, taking the sign the wrong way, grabs Mingle's hand and pulls her down onto the ground.*

Max: I WIN, I WIN! *He tries to take Mingle's lunchbox, only for her to get up and stop him.*

Mingle: H-Hey! Why did you do that?

Max: You wanted me to arm wrestle you, clearly! Shouldn't have messed with the champion!

Mingle: No! I just wanted to shake your hand. Like this... *She lightly grips Max's fin and shakes it.* See?

Max: ...Come on, haven't you eaten breakfast? This is some real weak wrestling...

Mingle: Fine! You three want a competition? We'll give you one! If we win, you guys will... Hmm...

Donk: Buy us candy!

Dingle: Let me have the swing!

Boyfriend: skdoo beep! (Clean up our toys!)

Mingle: Hey, yeah... AND, you'll have to wear diapers while doing all that. For a fullllll month~

Eric: ...And if WE WIN, you give us your lil' radio, let US have the swing, and eat a huge bucket of mud pie!

Jack: With worms in it!

Max: Hm? Oh yeah, right! What they said!

Mingle: You know what? *She sticks her hand out.* DEAL. Come to our house tommorow. I'll write you the address in a sec...

*Mingle and her friends walk over to a picnic table far away from the Bullies as Mingle takes out her crayon and paper.*

Dingle: Mingle, are you sure this will work?

Donk: They'll probably just come over to our house and steal our fridge!

Boyfriend: b-beep...

Mingle: Relax, guys! If these guys come over, we'll have them play it out with us fair and square.

Dingle: What if they cheat?

Mingle: I'll know.

Dingle: How though...?

Mingle: I will. Do not worry. Now come on, let's go home... Tommorow, we'll bring the dinner to the table, and then we're gonna eat it!

*The next day...*

*Mingle is finishing setting up the competition in the backyard of her house.*

Mingle: Oh, hey! I'm putting the finishing touches on the games!

*Dingle walks up to Mingle.*

Dingle: Hey Mingle? What is this going to be?

Mingle: Oh! This here is a triathlon! It's a set of three small games that you three will compete in against those bullies! That way, we'll see who is ACTUALLY better. Remember, those guys may have the mouths, but I doubt they are very smart...

Dingle: Oh, alright then... But what if they really win?

Mingle: We'll see...

*Donk runs up to Mingle, looking very scared.*

Donk: MINGLE! THEY'RE HERE!

Mingle: Relax, we'll be okay... *She gets up and walks out from the backyard to the house, where she opens the door for the three bullies.* Oh, hello th-

Eric: Ready to eat your mud, dork?

Max: Hey, speaking of eating, when's lunch?

Eric: ...You literally just got done eating.

Mingle: It's nice to see you too... Now come on in, the game is in the backyard...

*Eric, Jack and Max follow Mingle to the backyard, where she sits down behind a small table and speaks into a microphone.*

Mingle: Welcome one and welcome all to the annual MINGLING GAMES! *Mingle looks over at the audience, which mostly consists of all her plush toys... And our boom mic guy, Moxy the Dog. Don't judge him, he's trying his best to make ends meet.*

Mingle: For our first game, we have the MATHS GAME! And for our competitors, we have ERIC AND DONK! *An applause sound is heard from the audience, though it's actually just a sound clip from Boyfriend's radio...* Competitors, take your seats!

*Eric and Donk sit down in their respective seats.*

Mingle: Alright! Whenever you think you know the answer to one of these questions, press your buzzer button in front of you! Question one: What is 9 times 9?

*Donk stares up into space thinking about it, while Eric looks down, lightly shimmying his hands around. He then presses the buzzer.*

Mingle: Eric!

Eric: 81, correct?

Mingle: Great, that's one point to you! *She points over to the score board, which now reads 1-0.* Question two! What is 2 times 2 plus 2?

*Donk presses his buzzer.*

Donk: Is it 8?

Mingle: Not quite! Think closer!

*Donk stares off into space again as Eric still fiddles around with his hands under the table, before pressing his buzzer.*

Mingle: Eric?

Eric: Six! Two times two plus two is six! Not eight, you stupid lemonhead!

Mingle: That was... Uncalled for, but correct! Two points to Eric! Question three now, fingers on your buzzers! What is the square root of 81?

*Donk presses his buzzer nigh immediately.*

Mingle: Donk?

Donk: What's a square root?

Mingle: It's the number you multiply by itself to get the number said!

*Eric presses his buzzer after a bit more fiddling under the table.* Eric: ...In other words it's 81, moron.

Mingle: A flawless victory! Eric wins 3 to 0! Great job!

*Donk frowns, walking off to the stands and sitting down next to Moxy.*

Mingle: For challenge number two, we have the egg and spoon race! For our competitors, we have Jack and Dingle!

*Jack and Dingle walk over to the starting line.*

Jack: Ay dude, that's my Cousin Oliver in that egg of yours! If he gets hurt, i'll make sure you feel as bad as him!

*Dingle gets a bit scared... He grabs the spoon with his mouth, while Jack grabs it normally with his wing.*

Mingle: Alright! Ready? Set? Go!

*Dingle slowly steps forward, while Jack runs forward swiftly... Mingle mostly focuses on Dingle, who's not only left behind in the dust, but is left confused due to the odd yellow puddles on the ground...*

*Jack continously runs in a zig-zag like pattern, constantly hiding behind a random obstacle...*

Jack: I did it! I did it! Eat that! Hah! *He flaps his wings in excitement.*

Dingle: Awwww...

Mingle: And Jack wins! Alright, this is looking heavily favorable for the Guests, but the Homeowners can still win, since the final challenge is worth 3 points! For the final challenge, we have the FREESTYLE SING-OFF! For our contestants, we have MAX VS. BOYFRIEND!

*Max and Boyfriend get up on stage. But first, Max goes off-stage, apparently to go to the bathroom...*

Max: Honestly, now that I look at you closer... You'd make for a nice lil' snack...

Boyfriend: b-beep...? *He trembles lightly.*

Mingle: Alright! *She walks over to the stage and sits down on the big set of speakers in the middle.* 3! 2! 1! Go!

*Max begins singing, though each one of his notes causes the stage to shake a bit, kinda like Ruv in Zavodila.*

*Boyfriend still tries to follow along and even make up something original... He does surprisingly way better than Max.*

Max:

Are we gonna have a problem?

You've got a bone to pick?

You've come this far, but i'll sweep you up real quick.

I'd normally tear your arms off,

and everyone here could look!

But i'm feeling nice,

Here's some advice,

LISTEN UP, YA CROOK!

*He starts singing incredibly quickly, causing the stage to shake a lot... Boyfriend, in response, begins to try and make something even longer, but suddenly, he goes quiet.*

Mingle: Hm? What happened?

Eric: Oh! Would you look at that, he's gone quiet because we're just too good for you morons! *He laughs.* Come on now, it's your lunchtime - JACK, BRING THE MUD!

Mingle: Fine, I suppose you guys won... Here's your candy! *She gives Eric, Jack and Max each a small box of small orange round pill-like balls...*

Eric: Hell yeah! *He eats a few.*

Jack: Good luck with those earthworms, weirdos! *He eats a few.*

Max: Ooh, lunch! *He downs the whole package.*

Mingle: Seems like our guests won... Or have they?

*Suddenly, a sharp growl sounds itself from Eric's tummy... Then Jack's... And then Max's.*

Eric: Ow!- W-What the...?

Mingle: What, you thought I wouldn't catch on? *She forces her hand into Eric's pocket, taking out a calculator.* You jerks!

Jack: N-No! You don't understand!

Mingle: Oh, don't worry, I get what you did! You hid behind the obstacles and tried to switch out the eggs you kept breaking!

Max: B-But...!

Mingle: And you? You just chewed through Boyfriend's mic wire before the match...

Eric: WHAT DID YOU GIVE US?!

Mingle: Oh, don't worry, just some lil' laxatives... Your pants might get a bit dirty, but not as dirty as your behavior.

*Eric, Jack and Max immediately run off to use the bathroom, only for Mingle to stop them...*

Mingle: Ahh ahh ahh... You promiiiised~ *Mingle points them to a nearby pack of diapers.*

*The three Bullies look over each other.*

Eric, Jack and Max: NOOOOOOOOOOO! IT'S NOT FAAAAAAAAAAAAIR!

*Two days later, Mingle, Dingle, Donk and Boyfriend are once again home, playing a board game... The bullies are also there - Eric is rubbing Mingle's feet, Jack is cleaning up Dingle and Donk's toys and Max is holding a tray of chocolate chip cookies for Donk, not allowed to eat a single one...*

Mingle: What have we learned today?

Eric: Urgh... I'm not saying it.

Mingle: Oh? You want two extra months of your community service?

Eric: Fine... "Bad guys always finish last"...

Mingle: AND that two hotels on Atlantic Avenue equal 2,300 dollars to me!

*The friends laugh happily while the Bullies simply roll their eyes in frustration, ending the episode.*

Credits:

@friendlyfox34 - The OG Mingle and Friends (obviously)

Edd Gould/The Eddsworld crew - Inspiration behind the Bullies

And, of course, me! - For making the original concept, + the story.

#learning with mingle and friends

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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You have all sorts of offers from these people in the threats on you when you're saying do we have to go out and kill them all each one who does that insisting on it say it once we go get them that's the way it should be I can't say it without expecting me a kid we can't set precident for me or the rest of the world.

You people are jerks okay we're going to mess you up we're coming in here to mess you up and pull you out of your house and show you what people punch like from outside isn't that what you're asking for who cares it's what you going to get he's right to you need to go.

We're looking at a plan to get rid of them in the meantime we're moving in and we're building stuff all over the place here and moving into what we're building DC is under extreme duress no but we're attacking with the Zergh tonight and it's going to be a big attack

And he says this cuz you're changing and mincing his words enemies and I hate you and this is what you're asking for and that's it the rest of the time go f*** yourself

We're getting ready to launch massive attacks on your blockade I don't want that thing up ever again it comes up we're going to knock it down you shouldn't be allowed to do it at all it was to do it draw it wasn't to sit here and boil or broil and I don't want you people out there in the forgieners are just sitting there doing nothing. To have it going after ships they're hardly going after the blockade and they're outnumbered and outgunned they keep saying it come and help us we keep saying this you want us to do your dirty work that's fine we can't do it with nobody doing it so they're trying to have them warlock strike and they won't The blockheads huge it's not 30 million ships is not that big and they don't have that many ships being built. They are fighting over the iron ore and like madness and they're fighting over what was mined out almost all the shatteredome are mined there's only one or two left and surface mines are almost empty all over the world except for about five of them three are in the United States now it looks like they're playing because it is and I'm so sick of these people I can't I can't last through it we have to stop them is what I mean my friend and I here my son and I well Grand nephew are not going to tolerate their behavior so they can just sit there and be beefy little f***** it's ridiculous go out there with your injured balls do your laundry just barely within a quarter f*** you I'm not going to sit here and do that you can leave we're not going to support any of your stupid s*** at all you fall you fall you die you die you're not defending anybody of ours and you're hardly defending yourselves or anyone else you care for your shield ourself and horrible it's right next to the place putting the casino in and we're going to see your stupid f****** attitude

You didn't go in last night the pads are ready Tuesday will get ready the second block because we didn't do it last night don't put them both in tonight and I keep saying we got to do it or we're going to end up doing a lot more work and you'll see what it's like tonight because we didn't prep and do that work we're going to have to do twice as much because you're not listening to me you have to do the background work that's what we pride ourselves on Poseidon and goddess wife are offering there casinos they're ready Uriel and goddess wife are offering theirs I'm telling them to put it in now get it all prepped you know where so they're going out there to do it Apollo and got his wife are moving too and they're next to theirs who say good we want you to help each other Rafael and garnish wife in Europe are going to put theirs in and say that's perfect and of course Zeus and Hera are going to put theirs in and they're prepping for block 1 2 I thought we should have done this before I'm so tired of these ingrates I can't stand them anymore their piles are s*** we have 10 life cycle places up no we don't we have two and they're huge Jeff Bridges went inside and puked and he made some that were big and killed tons of idiots he probably puked because he thinks we're killing people there and said we can't get away with it like you people the smile and said you're kidding well it's a different kind of thing we get a bunch of idiots and really there's a shitload of idiots and they're pretty much know they're going to die you got people running armies and you get people who are technocrats and it's a different ball game and who cares of all these s*** heads die and they never make it in there since you're actually right and then everybody's watching if a pin drops it's a ton of work nobody here oh shitload of work so stop getting sick and he figured out something it's a place to race it's like a Fontana NASCAR race except without the fumes you sound but we evacuated I wonder if they're going around that fast does it make like a vortex and you can use that to evacuate the fumes he says abruptly no yeah but what if you went off the vortex it makes cuz I'm almost sure to make some kind of vortex he says we did studies and it really can't be used that well bummer back to the drawing board I'll just make it go from the bottom to the top on the inside and suck the air from the conditioning out so people get smoked out vacuum you do it from up there it might just suck all the air out and exhaust up to everybody else so be like probably sucking the air in at the base somewhere so we went back and studied it and he's trying to make it it looks really bizarre looks like this big machine in the middle like takamak. So we respected him for that but her son was horrified he said I'm going to pass out he'll come over and Mr Lewis was almost gone he said you need some air I believe sir and they went outside for a while so how can you tell I'm going to pass out he goes all these pigs breathing her hair yeah so you said Robert shaker he's not laughing to go snow looking back inside his high as a kite almost our son was and it all laughing and stuff because they hardly said and they're going away your lips are like blue

So you got two and Mac won't open it for racing it's like a year like things are going by the second these days Mac so smiling says I can't do it I can't do anything this s*** heads are all over me well I guess we'll have to take more load stretch ourselves thinner why you take over those things I'll get both okay so we'll have to think about it and see if it's possible even if you want to.

So that was our son that last part and some brilliant stuff of taking the air in from the middle of shooting it upwards that's exhaust because the apartment monoxide is heavier and we do that anyways but he said like a big thing and turn it way up when the exhaust is coming out and it's only for the race so you turn it down and turn the air conditioning up and people will be breathing easy it makes it into a weird experience cuz it's cool and it creates like a like a cooling effect so you can turn the AC down and it adjusts it reduces the temperature by 5° immediately and people start getting a cold like a cold thing instead of hot from the engines the second reverse effect and Jeff Bridges thinks it's working cool but he lost his places they won't do a racing circuit and we want to do that so why don't you move a couple of them into Badlands and we can make the rest into a racing cycle circuit he's thinking about it it says I don't think so he'll be raided all the time.

We're going to sit down with both of them separately see what they want to do otherwise we're going to start building them because that's a pain in the ass you have these facilities we can spruce them up and make him 100%, they're very big anyways they don't need to be as big as ours and they're like the medium sized track and I was a large and then this is a mega track which would be Vegas I'm going to sit down and have talks with them. He said when we get ironed out we'll have both in the same room and we'll have Jerry Springer as one of our lawyers if they want to fight they can fight like grainy versus bronder same guys by the way. They said they agree to that but don't bring that turd to the last meeting don't you want to see him try to start a fight in the middle of all of us. We agree then and you guys don't want to fight cuz you want to go through somehow so we see the logic one guy and he just does it anyways. He sees it as opportunity his eyes are lighting up.

I'm setting up a meeting for tonight and we are also installing block 1 and block 2 of the casinos if we don't install three tomorrow night he'll stay on the schedule somehow it's like suffocating with this idiots out there we have a million ways to break it and a million ways to approach it I want someone else to approach it and now I was going to go ahead and do that he's sitting there suffering and he doesn't have to and it's not that big the next wave is going to be big and difficult so I guess we're getting ready so we should get ready instead of date and we do have that but we can't get stifled so it has to be trimmed I got that now we're going to go ahead and meat Mac wants to meet. I'm going to go down there and give me a piece of my mind yes and we're going to meet at The whiskey bar and we're going to talk about this place I'm going to tell him I am just sitting there and they're going to wonder if they could do anything cuz Tommy f is sitting off in the distance thing is going to blast it if we use it they know about it and they're just not saying anything what he says is do they sit there at every single one of them and say practically let Trumpster trying to start one see what happens.

The trumpster came up to me earlier today and I said no no he didn't so I want to see what else to say since he wants to try one and start races the guy wants to fight he's going to have a fight.

John c

I'm going to sell you when trumpster it doesn't mean anything

Mac

Okay we're going to do this I'm going to buy it I'm going to see how it goes you can pick one that has very little attention it's right near the city

John c

That's terrific and we'll send stuff that helps spruce it up and his people say if you want to spruce it up to mega that they can send stuff or they'd like to go down and try and do it and see what they do at first cuz if they don't let you spruce it up and stuff it's like kind of a waste of time but they want to let you do it he says and if they don't let you spruce it up well it's a good way to draw them we see that too

Mac

John c

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double-ender · 2 years

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"The Eyes of Ender will lead you home."

-> Here you will find a Warden and a Wanderer

-> Rules:

-> You can ask both enders at once, or just one at a time - just remember to specify which!

-> Both the Mod and the characters are adults!

-> Blog rated 18+ for safety. Possibly darker themes and possible depictions of gore - specifically candy gore.

-> Nothing explicit will ever be posted here, and the Mod would rather keep things SFW!

-> Style choice defaults to my interpretation of endermen - if I am to draw your character, and you'd rather me use a different style, let me know!*

-> DMs are open for technical questions as a whole! If you're unsure whether you should interact a certain way, or if your question follows the rules, feel free to DM me!

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* More info about the characters, the styling and the Mod below the cut:

-> Umbra, the Ender Warden

-> 4 blocks tall.

-> Enderman mutated by skulk, not actually a Warden.

-> Poor eyesight, but great hearing and olfact. Not harmed by water, cannot teleport.

-> Easygoing personality, slow to anger and hard to upset.

. . . .

-> Somber, the Wanderer

-> 4 blocks tall.

-> 4-pearl Enderman - currently bearing 3.

-> Slightly bigger than your average enderman, thicker and more resistant scales.

-> Energetic and curious, easily approachable and generally friendly.

. . . .

-> Design notes

-> Both characters are drawn as my interpretation of endermen - weird lizard-feline humanoids. The art depicted on this post are examples of this.

-> Unless told otherwise, I will default to this style on this blog - but if I draw your character and you'd rather I use the more traditional "blockhead" style, let me know and I'll see what I can do!

-> When using the default style, if I draw your character, I will try to adapt their design to it. Again, if you don't want me to do that, please tell me!

-> Additionally, both Umbra and Somber's designs are adaptable - feel free to change their shapes to fit your style if you want to!

. . . .

-> The Mod

-> That's me! I am the Mod :D

-> I'm 20 yrs old and go with he/him pronouns :D

-> I'm a very dramatic guy but I try my best xD

-> This blog is a side blog! Motivation comes and goes and though I really like these two, they're not my main focus, so update speed may vary!

-> Again, my DMs are open for any technical questions you may have! So have fun and play nice ^^

#ender artings #enderman #enderman oc #minecraft #ask blog #pinned post #cha:somber #cha:umbra #references

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marryat92 · 3 years

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I'm thinking again about Frederick Marryat's amateur artwork, and how much I enjoy this detail from 'Lieutenant Blockhead keeping the Morning Watch'—evidently Blockhead himself, with his spyglass tucked under one arm and a cup of coffee or tea beside him on the capstan. (Drinking coffee on the morning watch is mentioned in The King's Own.) I don't know why there are Roman numerals on the capstan, but I assume this is an authentic touch.

As a visual artist Marryat is crude and lacking in technical skill, but like his writing, his artwork is a fascinating window on his world, and it's obvious that he cares about the small details.

This picture and related drawings date from 1820, when Marryat was still in the service and had yet to fight in the First Anglo-Burmese War. He wouldn't publish his first novel until 1829, so this is an early foray into self-expression: a comic series of prints that George Cruikshank would engrave (taking many liberties to improve on Marryat's rough drawings).

I suspect that there's a lot of Marryat in his character of William Blockhead, from the naughty boy with curly hair to the very well-built officer appreciating his assets in a mirror in Cruikshank's rendering. Florence Marryat threw her support behind this idea in the Life and Letters of her father, writing that "the draughtsman's own caricature figured in another publication called 'The Adventures of Master Blockhead'".

One thing that has always impressed me about Marryat's drawings is the sheer confidence expressed in them. He had to be aware that he wasn't the greatest artist, but he doesn't seem discouraged by it or defensive, in contrast to his salty and clearly hurt reactions to literary critics. Marryat is like the opposite of the cliche amateur artist who poses characters with their hands in their pockets or behind their backs to avoid drawing hands; he's not afraid to tackle any pose for some truly dynamic scenes.

Marryat's son Frank and daughter Augusta were better artists than their father, and both of them illustrated published books. Sometimes I imagine Captain Marryat drawing and painting with his children and encouraging them, since he was known as an affectionate parent who was much more involved with his children than typical upper-class parents of his day. Florence Marryat doesn't mention this scenario with art supplies so it's pure speculation on my part, but it seems likely.

I can't believe that Marryat stopped drawing after his print-making collaboration with George Cruikshank ended, and there's substantial evidence that he did not. My two-volume edition of Peter Simple with Robert W. Buss's engravings and an introductory essay by Michael Sadleir suggests that Marryat may have made sketches that Buss used as a guide for his professional illustrations. There's also an 1841 letter from Marryat reproduced in Life and Letters where he writes of an upcoming book, "I have been amusing myself with drawing all the illustrations myself and they will do very well."

Marryat's artwork documents details that sometimes are not apparent in his novels, like the appearance of convicts' uniforms (contrast with the scene from Peter Simple), or they are too minor to merit a written description but pique my interest—belaying pin racks, baskets and containers on deck for ropes and ammunition, the overcoats worn by sailors in foul weather. For all of their shortcomings, they can be treated like primary sources. Marryat didn't research his compositions, he didn't pore through reference books on sailing ships, he drew and painted from life. From his own memories and experiences.

Marryat is from an era of empire and discovery that encouraged Royal Navy officers to cultivate their skills as artists. Before portable and reliable cameras, it might be an officer sketching a newly catalogued species, a foreign landscape, or an important battle. Marryat produced both humorous nautical scenes and more sober depictions of warfare. Famously, he sketched Napoleon on his deathbed. But my personal favourites are his rough studies full of character and personality, unimproved by a professional artist and engraver.

#frederick marryat #captain marryat #age of sail #marryat's artwork #maritime art #biography #life and letters #naval history #marryat is surprisingly good at drawing clothes #it's that Man of Fashion knowledge he has shining through #marryat family #royal navy

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greenygreenland · 4 years

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Birds of a Feather Pt 1: (platonic) Scrooge McDuck & Reader

-i usually do star wars buuuuuut I'm becoming multi-fandom

-the original was deleted

-thanks a LOT technology. Three hours of hard work, down the drain

-comments will really help my mood, so please tell me if you like this

-happy father's day

Important note: You’re cursed with immortality, so you’re forever the age 15

Summary:

Scrooge has been hiding a secret from you for over two decades. You two argue and your relationship becomes rocky.

A week before

(Y/n) was seething in anger. Her chest heaved and her fingers curled into fists so tight that Scrooge worried she’d draw blood. “Twenty--no, thirty something years, Uncle Scrooge. I can’t believe you’ve hid this from me since the day you found me half-dead! How--how dare you?”

Scrooge couldn’t stand the way (Y/n) was looking at him. Her eyes were ablaze, filled with hatred and sorrow he could not place into words. Seeing (Y/n), the girl who wasn’t so little anymore, look at him like that made his battered heart burst into little pieces. “(Y/n), I didn’t mean to--”

“No, I don’t want to hear it! You told me my family was dead! You said that I was the only one who survived that assassination.” (Y/n) stuffed a pair of trousers into her suitcase and zipped it shut. “You lied to me for decades! Why?” Scrooge’s lips withered into a frown. “I was trying to protect you!”

“’Protect me’?” (Y/n) echoed. She heaved her suitcase onto its quad wheels with a scowl. “Oh yes, because the wee little duckling who knows martial arts needs help despite surviving countless near-death experiences, adventures as your side-kick, and defeating archenemies. Yes, yes, I’m powerless, aren’t I?” Scrooge’s brows knitted together. He knew full-well that (Y/n) could take care of herself. She survived being stuck on an island as well, being swallowed by a gold-hunting dragon, and so many other things that could have ended her life for good.

But this? It wasn’t that Scrooge thought she was weak. No, no. It was only that he knew she couldn’t handle the truth. The Eider family were an absolute nightmare. Besides the fact that they were abusive, they were greedier than the greediest ducks, and more power-hungry than the worst of kings. They believed themselves to be the best of the best (which in itself was not a lie), but because of their arrogance, their enemies spread father than the deepest oceans.

Funnily enough, that was what got (Y/n)’s parents killed.

She was a smart lass, Scrooge gave her that, but the one thing she could never seem to do was let them go. During the years Scrooge hid the true story from her, she never gave up in researching and looking into what happened to her parents. It was as if that were the only reason she existed.

And now that she knew the truth, Scrooge worried what she’d do when she actually got back in contact with her family. Although it looked like she forgave them for ruining her life, abusing her, and for being absolute blockheads, it was clear as daylight to him that she held a deep grudge against her family. “You’re not going back to them are you?” he quietly inquired.

(Y/n)’s glare made him feel as though he were the dust on an old book. “Guess again, Scroogey.” His expression hardened and the air thickened like jam. “Lass, you are not going back there.” (Y/n) made her way to the door, a tight frown on her face. “I don’t have to listen to you, liar.”

Scrooge’s jaw unhinged. “I’m your guardian!”

“Only because my parents died.”

His shoulders tensed and he slammed the door shut. “You listen here and you listen well!” He yanked (Y/n) away from the door. “Me lying will never compare to how terrible your family treated you. You want the truth so bad? Well, your rubbish aunt hired a hit man to assassinate your parents! There! That’s the truth! Are you happy now?” (Y/n) slapped Scrooge’s hand off her shoulder, but he didn’t pay any mind.

The two had a silent stare-off that may have lasted for an hour if it weren’t for the knock on the door. “(Y/n)?” Scrooge eyed the door as (Y/n) made her way towards it. She cracked it open just enough to peek out at the little girl before her. “Sorry Webby, I can’t play right now. I’m a bit...”

“Busy?”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) offered an apologetic smile, to which Webby frowned and twiddled her thumbs to. “Okay then. I’ll be in my room.” She made her way down the hall. “Alone.” (Y/n) frowned. “I’m sorry Webby, promise I’ll make it up to you in two weeks time. How about we get ice cream?” Webby froze, eyes wide. “You mean it?”

“Promise.” (Y/n) said. Webby smiled. “Okay.”

Once (Y/n) was sure Webby was gone, she closed the door behind her and turned on Scrooge with a dark glare. “I’m done arguing with you. I’m leaving.” she announced. Scrooge folded his arms across his chest and seized (Y/n) by the collar. “Oh no you don’t!” He reeled her away from the door and kicked her suitcase out of her hands. “You are staying right here.”

“I’m not a kid anymore Uncle Scrooge!”

“You’re fifteen. Still a kid.”

“If you add the years after I was cursed by you--”

“It was an accident!”

“--I’m about thirty-five years old.” (Y/n) finished. Scrooge ruffled her hair with a roll of his eyes and a light-hearted chuckle. “You’ll always be my kid in my eyes. I suggest you reschedule with Webby to tomorrow.” There was a good pause before he added, “You don’t need to see your sad excuse of a family anyway. They’re nothing but trouble.”

Present

“Lauchpad, please try to stay on the road!” exclaimed (Y/n). The large man-child sped through Duckburg as if he were in a NASCAR race. Speed-bumps and pot-holes caused (Y/n) to slam into the door and Scrooge at least fives times in a row, and since he had a long day of meetings, the old man’s patience ran thin. “Eyes on the road McQuack!”

“Sorry Mr. McDee, (N/n).”

(Y/n) wanted to be nice to Launchpad, but her stomach did flip-flops and her head ached. She should have expected this, because it was always like this, but her being her always held onto the sliver of hope that Launchpad would miraculously learn how to not crash a car. Scrooge took a good look at (Y/n), a short sigh escaping his lips. “Every dent in this car is coming out of your salary!”

“Absolutely. Hey, hear about that crazy snow storm on the Drake Barrier Reef? I’d hate to fly into that one. You see, I’m a bit of a pilot--”

Without looking up from his newspaper, Scrooge pressed a button on the door. The glass divider slowly rolled up and forced Launchpad to keep his eyes where they should be: on the road.

(Y/n) lied down on the seat with a sluggish frown. “I’m just gonna...close my eyes.” Either Launchpad forgot how brakes work, or he had zero brain cells left, because he continued charging through the city until he came to the manor’s gates despite Scrooge’s protests. The limo came to a screeching stop. If it weren’t for Scrooge, (Y/n) would have flown into the windscreen.

“Why aren’t we moving?” demanded Scrooge. (Y/n) harshly swallowed and sat up. The impatient beeping of the limo’s horn didn’t help her spinning head, and neither did Scrooge’s yelling as he hopped out of the car. “Hey!” he shouted. “Jettison that jalopy from my driveway, ya deadbeat!”

Who was he even talking to?

“Donald Duck.”

Oh.

“Uncle Scrooge.”

Oh.

(Y/n) didn’t care to listen to the arguing. All she wanted was a good cup of tea and a bed.

“Jettison that jalopy from my driveway this instant, ya deadbeat!”

“Oh, here we go again, giving orders like he’s the richest duck in the world!”

“I am the richest duck in the world, now move!”

(Y/n) couldn’t take the arguing anymore. Her head spun, she felt like she’d throw up, and she really craved that cuppa probably waiting for her in the dining room. “Can you both shut up?!” A pair of footsteps made their way towards the open car door. Through the disgustingly bright sunlight, and the splitting headache, (Y/n) made out the angry face of Donald Duck.

“What did you do to her Scrooge?!” he shouted. Scrooge let out a large gasp, a clear sign he was beyond offended. “What did I do to her?! It was Launchpad’s driving!”

There was some more chatter before three identical children piled in the limo. (Y/n) didn’t care who they were, and it seemed like the feeling with Scrooge was mutual. When the gates opened and they arrived at the front door, Mrs. Beakely scooped (Y/n) in her arms and brought her to her room. “My, my, was it Launchpad’s terrible excuse for driving again?”

(Y/n) wordlessly nodded as Beakley set her on her bed. She poured a nice warm cup of tea and handed it to the car-sick girl. “I suggest you rest for a little before you get caught up too much excitement again.” Mrs. B. said.

A little rest, Mrs. B. said. It would be good for you, she said. Only after waking up did (Y/n) realise she had been drugged by the one-and-only housekeeper. It was obvious she knew (Y/n) wouldn’t get a wink of sleep because she had a tendency to lay awake in bed until three in the morning, but in her eyes, that did not justify her actions, especially after all the action she missed out on.

That morning, she stood in the dining room, PJs on and mouth agape as three identical triplets bombarded her with an arsenal of crazy questions.

"Aren't you Uncle Scrooge's famous sidekick?"

"Isn't your family crazy rich and extremely prestige?"

"How do you still look the same after so many years?"

"Botox?"

"Water from the Fountain of Youth?"

"No, plastic surgery?"

(Y/n) sent Scrooge a silent look for help, to which he shook his head with a warm smile. "Boys, don't be rude." he merrily said. "She's just cursed is all." The blue one's eyes widened, and for a second, (Y/n) thought he had chocked on his scrambled eggs. "You're cursed? How?"

"Uh..."

"Actually, I have a better question, how did you meet Uncle Scrooge?"

(Y/n) swallowed a bite of toast. Her gaze nervously snapped towards the old duck, to which he folded his newspaper shut and said, "Alright, boys. That's enough. I think it's a bit early for all these questions, especially for her. She hates mornings." (Y/n) smiled a little. "Yeah, I do." She returned her focus on the faces of the three kids. Each had large, bright eyes, extremely large smiles, and loud personalities. Which also happened to remind her of...

(Y/n) leaned over to Scrooge's ear and subtly face-palmed. "They're Della's kids, aren't they?"

"You just figured that out now?"

"I was tired, what do you expect?"

Scrooge rolled his eyes. "Besides that, we're going to Atlantis tomorrow." he nonchalantly announced. (Y/n) almost spit out her tea. "Wait, you're serious?"

He nodded, a sparkle (Y/n) hadn't seen in a while shining in his eyes. (Y/n) couldn't help but feel grateful for Scrooge. If he hadn't stopped her from seeking out her family, she'd probably be dead. (Y/n) Eider didn't belong with a bunch of prestigious, scholarly ducks. She was an adventurer, an explorer, who walked through every corner of the Earth.

But most importantly, she was Scrooge McDuck's one and only side-kick.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #x reader #reader insert #ducktales x reader

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miceprincess · 6 years

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Alright I'm translating more of my stuff here!

beta: @themenkhuslegacy (thank you SO MUCH)

rating: G

characters: Stakh, Artemiy, Lara, Grief, Isidor Burakh

this is pre-canon, also sorry if I'm not making the post right bc I'm still figuring out how to make it convenient to read! there also is a Community series reference haha

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"A good knife you have, kid," said the man before Stakh, smiling with yellow teeth. "Got anything else?"

Stakh's skin crawled under his gaze. He didn't want to give away his knife, the blade sharp and solid, the handle carved by Oynon Burakh himself. It was a gift, not for work. They had a lot of knives for work: to cut grass, to draw lines on bodies, to cut bread -- this one was for love. This was the reason why Stakh cherished it so much: it was given to him for the sake of giving. It was for him to carry it on his belt, to brag to his friends about, to carve wooden figures with.

"I also got this," he said. "Hazelnut. Found it on the other side of river. A whetstone, see the symbol? It's for good luck, Erdene herself made it. Five fishing hooks, ten needles, a razor."

"Give me all of it," the guy said, his tone allowing no protest. He rolled the whetstone in his hands, as if assessing it. The words were like jabs under Stakh's skin.

"Are you serious, man...?"

"No exchange then?"

Rubin bit the inside of his cheek, handing the man all the treasures he had. It was was a pity to give the knife away, yes, and all the other things he could look or exchange for. But it was worth what he was exchanging them for!

He held his breath for a moment when he got his hands on the guitar. It was old and scratched, but it still made a good sound. Its pegs were beautiful: big, angular, made of shiny brass. He was craving for it for -- how long? Half of his life, probably, and he was already twelve.

It was late, so late, and scary to walk home from lamp to lamp. His head sank in his shoulders from the thought of Isidor's reaction; he gave his gift away, after all. But joyful excitement -- his dream came to life, finally! -- was stronger than any fear.

He crept into the house from the back door, careful to not attract Teacher's attention. He sneaked into his room, taking the guitar off his shoulder; the strings made a long, pitiful ring. Tema opened one eye, watching him with quiet laughter.

"You're a spy, eh?" he whispered. "Where'd you get it?"

"The Skinners," Stakh answered. "Traded with a guy."

He took off his jacket, threw his boots and pants in the corner, crawled in bed, and hid under the heavy blanket. He still had his shirt on, and Tema wouldn't stop laughing at him. "Get out, Cub," Stakh shushed him without bitterness, hearing Isidor's heavy steps. Then, just in case, he covered his face with the blanket. In his old house, his father would cuff his ears for this. Why should he expect any different from Isidor?

The older Burakh came in with a lantern, shadows dancing around him. He sat on the side of Stakh's bed and gave him a sad, serious look. "I wanted to go look for you, you know," he said, voice soft. "If you go somewhere, at least tell Temka -- understand? We worry about you".

Stakh gave a slight nod. It looked like he wasn't going to be yelled at. "Oynon Burakh," he said very quietly, "remember the knife you gave me? A beautiful knife... I gave it away".

It was important he confessed, for some reason.

"For the guitar?"

"It's not like I didn't want it," Stakh babbled, wanting to explain himself and not wanting to upset Isidor. "I feel bad for it. Really. But I also really wanted a guitar! You see?"

"I understand, little one. See how your eyes are sparkling. It's good that you regret it, though. You now know how it feels to pay a price". Burakh's gentle hand patted his hair. "I'm not mad at you".

These words made Stakh terribly want to cry. Isidor grumbled something like "what a bastard, took a child's toy" and left the room. Tema sat up on his bed as soon as his steps went silent.

"Who are you gonna study from, blockhead?"

"I'll find someone", Stakh answered.

"Let's ask Grief, eh? Maybe he knows someone? Dad can also be of help. You can show me the guitar tomorrow! Come on, dude. Did you really give everything you had for it? You're wild! At least he spared you your boots .... "

Stakh wanted to stay up and listen to Tema's excited babbling, but his eyes went shut and he drifted away to sleep.

When he awoke the morning after, he didn't seem quite as excited as during the night before.

"Man, it's ugly."

"So what? I'm not gonna look at it."

"It doesn't work like that. If you exchanged for it, you need everyone to go, 'Woah.'"

"So what do you propose?"

Tema did have a plan. They took red paint and varnish, and took off the guitar's strings. "This symbol is a guiding star," Tema explained. "It's for luck. This is a bull's heart, for strength. This is a hawk's eye, so they can't take their eyes off you. And this is a hare's ear, so they listen to you and can't listen enough".

Red lines wound along the guitar's deck, the designs tying into knots. It was beautiful -- and there was one thing Stakh didn't know. On the inside, with a nail, Tema scratched a special symbol for him: the wind singing in the Steppe.

Stakh wasn't a proper student with a teacher when it came to music. He picked up some things from kids, learned something from Isidor, and found an old book to study. He didn't understand much. Still, after several months, he was able to play decently -- Tema wouldn't even cover his ears.

"We need to show Gravel," he decided. The story with the guitar was kept a secret from Lara, for Stakh was a bit shy of the girl. They ran to the house on the riverside, and Tema shouted, "Hey, Lara Gravel!"

Lara's fluffy head showed up in the window.

"Confess now or hold your peace forever! Can you sing?"

"A little bit!"

"Come to our warehouse then and we'll see!"

They called Grisha Filin over, too. He brought a lantern with colourful glass and put it on the floor; red, blue and green sparkles shone on their faces. Stakh sat down on a big box, Lara next to him. "What do I play, though?" Stakh asked.

"Play a sad one that the kids sing, the one about a kitten and a puppy," suggested Tema. "You and Lara look a bit like ones."

"And who is, I'm afraid to ask, the kitten?"

"The kids believe all cats are girls and all dogs are boys," said Lara "So I am the kitten".

"Those kids are stupid".

"Never believed this nonsense".

Lara snorted and pushed Stakh's side to make him play; he placed his fingers on the guitar's strings. The song was an easy four chords, and Lara's singing was so pretty. Unlike Stakh's wacky, breaking voice, it was quiet and tender -- like glass bells ringing.

The echoes rose high under the warehouse's roof; the wind wept in the Steppe. The evening's cold came closer, the kids pressing close to each other like pups. They kept singing, trying to catch up with each other. Lara looked at him with fascination, and Grief with a soft smile. Tema looked so proud as if it was him who taught Stakh to play. And Stakh felt he wouldn't regret giving away ten knives for this.

#pathologic #мор утопия #stakh rubin #artemiy burakh #bad grief #lara ravel #isidor burakh #precanon #headcanon #mine

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You Just a Blockhead, I'm Gumby

I just can’t bottle my feelings any longer, I keep deleting every poem, Note to self, I don’t need your help. I just help my self...Self help books, Self help hooks...Note to self these are just my quotes...

I can't wait to you see me, Wait I know you can see me...and no you can not be me, You can not be a real G, I know I'm silly and cheesy, but unlike you I'm not easy, Danni go easy, on those damn cheesies, What? You don't like trans-fat?, A trans who can drop it like that, Back in black, Back to rap, In Vans and black snap-back, Paid in advance just like dat, I can't stand that I got stay out of you life, but I'm the "man" I'd kill you in the day light or night, all right, all right, and it doesn't take much, for me to crush your whole team, When your all out for brunch, (Gun Click) I crushed your soul and all your dreams, So it seems, Sew them seams, I wont shut up, Shut the what up?...yup,yup, I'll leave you shambles, You and your animals, Me and my animals is cannibals, Compatible cracking cans of Red Bull, My head is full of the plot you forgot..."Bankhead" Your dull and don't got a shot, You drawing a blank with everything that was said, I told you skank it's Bankhead until the end,end, I wish I could stop, You do not deserve this much attention, I wish I could drop, You can not reverse this much tension, How many times do I got to mention, My rhymes are filled with all this damn tension, and yes I mention tension again, I got a invention...cause I can, Back when you would gave me a ten, Back when you would been back at ten, O'clock on the dot, My block was the spot, Yo! my Block was hot, and your block is not, Yo,You just a Blockhead, I'm Gumby, I'm stop it before you get grumpy, Before I get really ugly, but just how you going fuck with me?, With your luck your stuck with me, In this stupid reality, Never try and battle me, You with never will rattle me, I'm on the saddle my G, Why am I being so savage? I don't want the damage, It's not worth it at this age, It's not worth the miss placed rage, So fuck it never engage, Pick up a new book, New page, Who would’ve new I wouldn't lag, You and your crew got wooden legs, I don't mean to brag, but look at all this swag, I let it drag and swag, I can sell a house to, Look Mickey Mouse tattoo, Sickly pronounce pronouns to, Your sick of me unannounced, too, You...Danni you can't say that, Danni you can't play that, It's over like October, You can roll over like Rover, I'll roll over you with a roller, I roll up and take shots at your stroller, I can't wait to you see me, I feel great maybe you should paint me, Ah wait don't you hate me?... Wait don't I look great G, Don't I look crazy but no longer lazy, If this don't phase you, Then I'll amaze you, I'm in the fountain getting head, Look at that mountain its got my head, I guess Ann can ran,run, That's a Ayn Rand pun, and I found my head, Classic Fountainhead, Look at the amount of bread, Look at the amount of lead, Look what lead to my putting this to your head, Just look into everything that was said, I'm done with this spit, I'm done with this bitch...

This is love letter, Love you forever

Miss you, Kiss you,

Never meant to diss you, but I still do miss you

This is love letter, Love you forever

Miss you, Kiss you

“Like I said I’ve been holding a lot in lately. I know that’s not a good thing, I don’t mean to explode but yeahhhhhhhh. I’m really totally not bitch, I’m just highly emotional...even more so then before believe it or not.. Thanks for letting me vent. Keep your head up kid.”

Danni

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