#ALSO this drawing made me check their antennae
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Moth pin/brooch
A couple people asked me how I made this so I figured I’d just make a little post explaining it.
Before I start I WOULD like to disclose that the pin I’ve made is hugely inspired by the one by TheClosetHistorian (on YouTube) and you should definitely consider checking out her video if you want more instruction or like that format better.
I made a little graphic showing some work in progress pictures as well as materials and techniques used in the different areas. I will type it out in more detail below.
1. First draw out the shape I want on a piece of felt. Add some guide lines for different parts of the design. I layered mine double because it’s quite thin. I used an (unused) dish rag, so don’t worry about the quality of your felt.
2. I start off embroidering the “neck area”, using turkey stitch. Starting from the bottom up, I use a dark turquoise floss, then later mix in a lighter shade.
3. Next I sew on the beads. String on 5-6 at a time and then go back and tack them down with small stitches. I don’t know much about embroidering with beads, so this may not be the “correct” way to do it. The types of beads I used are size 11/0 seed beads and delica beads, as well as bugle beads and Miyuki’s Tila and half Tila.
4. Sequins. I recommend using flat ones instead of the ones I used. I work from the bottom up, trying to get a nice silhouette with the bottom layer, as this will form the outline of the finished piece.
5. After finishing with the sequins, I do some more turkey stitch around the top, so it covers up that edge where you can see the tread. Optionally you can do the whole thing with sequins if you want.
6. Next thing I did was some French knots, just above the turkey stitch in a contrasting color. This is just for some textural variety and decoration, as little “spots”. You can really add them wherever you’d like, or not at all.
7. Then I just finished embroidering the thing. Don’t know what the stitch is called, it’s just making little stitches beside each other until it’s all filled in. I did a little gradient because I felt like it.
For the legs and antennae, i also just winged it. The legs and antennae got layered double in wire and twisted before adding the beads and sequins, then I just used the very tip of my round plier to curl the remaining ends into round little “feet”. Then stitch them securely to the backside of the pin.
I finish it off with another layer of felt, this one painted with a fabric paint I happened to have lying around, both for some extra strength and to match the color scheme better. I cut little slits to fit in a regular safety pin (I recommend get a proper pin/brooch needle) and stitched the backing on with very dense stitches. Pictures below.
Extra suggestions:
If you don’t have sequins, or want a different look, you can embroider the whole thing. Alternatively you can fill the whole space with sequins if you don’t want to embroider it all. You can of course do any shape, size and color scheme, whether based on real life moths or just fantasy!
Lastly I just want to thank everyone for the love you’ve shown for this silly little bug 💖 it means the world to me, and it has really inspired me. I wish I could sell these, but I don’t think that’s really an option for me right now. I’ll let you know if that changes in the future, but until then, I hope those of you who have the interest to make your own find this helpful.
#my art#art tag#embroidery#jewelry#accessories#embroidered pin#embroidered brooch#fabric art#textile art#tutorial#art tutorial#i guess??#moth#moths#insects#bugs
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I finished the book “Star Trek Discovery: The Enterprise War” a few months ago and there was one moment that really caught my attention, which is why I drew it.
My thanks go to my friend @spock-in-awe for encouraging me during the whole drawing process! I would recommend checking out their fanfics on Ao3 under the name “stunningphasers”!
I hope the people who also read the book can identify the scene and like my drawing :)
If not, continue to read for a summery of the scene! (Careful: Spoilers!)
Spock makes a deal with Kormagan (the commanding officer of the Boundless) to help her capture the Enterprise to ensure his comrades‘ safety while trying to find a way to escape.
During his attempt to rejoin with the crew he lands on the Enterprise‘s hull and destroys his governor (the thing that controls his battlesuit).
When he sees Captain Pike he shows the Ta‘al (the Vulcan salut) to let him know that it’s him.
Pike unfortunately still doesn’t recognize him which results in the hilarious moment where Pike shots at Spock who then loses his grip on the Enterprise and flies off into space.
Now to the details which I would like to mention:
While they did describe Kormagan‘s amor having a more reddish color, I decided to give it a more coppery look. I also decided to not give Spock‘s amour the “electronic devices” which were described on page 32”
What I did include was the light which indicates the squad which Spock is part of (the golden light on his right shoulder). I also made sure that the faceplate looks retractable and gave him his “Backpack” where all of his old stuff is stored. The sparks next to the light indicates the destroyed governor (which I interpreted as a kind of antenna, because I apparently overlooked the part where the actual one was described)
A little detail which originally wasn’t in the book are the traces of phaser-fire (if I one can call it that) in the background.
#star trek#s’chn t’gai spock#spock#fanart#star trek discovery#Star Trek: The Enterprise War#I’m sorry for rambling :’)
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Summary of April:
Was away at the beginning of the month and then when I got back got really unmotivated. I joined a Discord study check-in chat two weeks ago which helped get me back on track - hoping that my extreme competitiveness will help me at least get through the DAB stuff without giving up. I was really off track for finishing stuff, but I managed to pull it together in the end, and I think I actually managed to finish more of my monthly goals than I have in a really long time!
My drawing skill is kinda all over the place atm, which I'm hoping means it's going to consolidate itself into something better soon xD
Plan from April:
3x 100 comp ✗ forgot to do two of these AGAIN
5x scared ✓ didn't technically do 5 but they were longer than 5min anyway
DAB Lesson 7 - 2 vehicles ✓ YEAHHHH
Proko - shoulder bones ✓
DrawThis - 2x 2h videos ✓
Rough sketches for all 5 FEH alt ideas ✗
1x background sketch/screencap study (1h timer) ✓ well I drew over a bunch of rooms and discovered that I can't do it in an hour
1x simple form studies (1h timer) ✗ did do some form studies though not 1h
Look at how FEH artists handle small details/trims with lineart ✓
May plan:
at least one day/week playing games (not art but important to relax with)
Draw May 4th/5th pieces
Rough (pose) sketches for all 4 FEH alt ideas and finish current one before 8th
10x scared
4x 100 comp
Proko - review notes + watch shoulder critiques
Proko - pecs and breasts I guess
4x Ges Draw Party
DAB Lesson 7 - 4 vehicles
1x master study - comic background or screencap study with perspective
notes and improvements from finished stuff:
USE PHOTO REFERENCE FOR EXPRESSIONS and try more open mouths ✗ did expressions but not referenced, do more hair studies ✗, use photo reference to figure out stylised ¾ eyes AND NOSE ✓, push unhorizontalness ✓, see how other (FEH) artists handle trims ✓
5MIN SCARED IDEAS: find good hair examples and trace ✗, find ¾ photos and trace eyes/nose ✓, trace torsos for gesture ✗, review/learn leg muscles ✗, trace thigh high boot opening contours from actual photos ✓
knoll: not detailed enough (did a drawover to add details which made a BIG difference), hand unintentionally too wide, browbone doesn't go in to lead into cheekbone
h/ux: not enough ribcage space, crop looks like his forearm is just really thin, eyes aren't in perspective (not lined up + eye area is a bit too wide and flat), hand wasn't referenced and it shows
elan: values too close, REALLY BAD HAND, antennae shouldn't be that swivelled, folds don't make any sense
t/ana: tried to do too much of a dynamic pose and made an unnatural twist between upper + lower halves, eyes aren't looking at viewer, arm holding bouquet/shoulder/underarm area is flat and too far off to the side, lighting not consistent + shading on skirt too conservative (should have pushed the back of it way further into shadow to bring out the roundness), sash thing has no texture and is placed really awkwardly because I realised during the colouring phase that the entire skirt was off-centre, value contrast too low (not engaging to look at). HOWEVER I did try to clean up my lines AND shading at the end, and also used a much smaller brush (doubled canvas size to A4 and used a 3px/1px brush) so it looks a lot neater overall
ACTIONABLES: USE PHOTO REFERENCE FOR EXPRESSIONS!!!!! JUST DO IT, do hair studies, decide whether majority of piece is going to be dark or light and base contrast around that, draw out ribcages (+ shoulder bones) for every sketch, use photo/RL reference for EVERY HAND - even doodles, do a separate detail pass the day after 'finishing' something, use photo reference for folds
5MIN SCARED IDEAS: find good hair examples and trace, trace torsos for gesture, review/learn leg muscles, draw one hand, identify fold type in clothing photos
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January 1st, 2024, Mooresville
It's weird to say, "It was cheaper to travel than to pay rent," but that's what it was.
I did the math, and I didn't have a goal. Noplace locally would take me without charging me hotel rates or doing a credit check or a guarantee of income. I also had no reason to stay in town, so I left.
I also had no way to store my stuff, if I was in an AirBnb or a hotel. I chose instead to go see friends who had offered to have me visit. I had two people who agreed: Christine, and Chris's parents Jessie and Mike. I was going to use up that social capital for rent.
Besides, I really DID want to go visit Christine. She had been my closest confidant for several months. It was about 10 days, where I was still terrified to leave home...but I wasn't home. Thankfully, Mooresville was remote enough that I only ever saw Christine and her partner, Jeremy.
I was sleeping awkward hours; I'd be up at 3am some days, 7am other days, 10am other days. I stuck to the twice-a-day walks, when I could, and I made sure to be home and awake for dinner. Christine said she wanted to cook for me, and she cooked very well. That's the other social capital I was using: free meals from a kitchen.
Most of my time was spent on their back decking; it was screened in, and it had a view of a pond, and a creek below. Winter blew into Mooresville while I was there, and I watched that pond ice over, thaw, and ice up again. I never got close enough to touch the ice, but it was an alluring view.
This was during one of the thaw days, which was my *favorite* time to go hiking back through the nearby wooded area. The area along the creek was never developed; it was instead blanketed in thorny bushes that could draw blood. I would climb along the trodden and bare, thin paths between the thickets, and cross over the creek, sometimes getting a little wet in the process.
The creek crossing only led to more neighborhoods and houses; there were no other landmarks, so I'd just hike into nothing, and hike back, pipe in hand. It was nice to smoke freely, and I smoked most heavily while here. It made all this brown seem magical, and the rushing creek seem mystical.
It was just me, the back deck, the woods, and Christine's lovely cooking. I spent most of my time just listening to the radio, fussing with my TV antenna, or sleeping. Or sitting on the back deck wishing I was home...
But I didn't have a home. I was here, and only here. I bought my next train tickets, too: By day one, I had bought a ticket to Charlottesville, VA, because I knew my final stop was St. Louis, and no matter which route I took, I knew I had to pass through C-Ville and Chicago. So I bought a ticket to C-Ville, then based on a few friend's messages, tickets to Washington, DC, Pittsburgh, Chicago, and finally St. Louis.
I hadn't planned that part of my trip before Mooresville; I was literally living a week at a time. Just me and two suitcases.
When time came for me to leave Mooresville, I packed my things and realized...I could save myself effort if I abandoned one bag. I said goodbye to my big black suitcase, my TV Antenna, my radio, my standing mat, and a bit more. I went from "Four suitcases and a carry on" to "Four bags, total." It made it easier to walk around, and I was very thankful.
I feel bad; I really did leave Christine with a suitcase worth of my junk, even though I still took the large bag. I hope Jeremy didn't get mad and take it out on her. They were welcome to trash it all. I just knew, after Charlotte, I needed things to be lighter.
I discovered, homelessness means you shed stuff constantly. Every new destination drops behind more possessions, because you only travel with what you can carry.
Next step: Charlotte train station, Charlottesville, and Washington DC. In one day.
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Tickletober: Universal Monsters || Week 2 - Frankenstein
Second week in and it's already late at night!
Dr. Redlora redecorated her laboratory to look like Dr. Frankenstein's. With the new change in equipment, her science senses are tingling like mad. She called up Random de Random to check out the new change, he was also flabbergasted and excited to try something new.
Fast forward to went they LITERALLY built a bonafide Frankenstein + Platypus creature, "WOW! That looks amazing!" Random de Random said with his toes and antennae twinkling in happiness. The monster started to curiously dart it's eyes back and forth, before locking with Redlora's remote control for her Extendo-Arm backpack. "Where are you going my remote?" Redlora asked, the monster didn't respond. It noticed an error in the remote and sauntered to a toolbox. In 20 seconds, the remote control was fixed! "Oh, why thank yo-oh! Oh-WHOAAAA!! Oh my!" Random was held in midair by the Extendo-Arms before he could say 'thank you'. The Coyena kicked his legs out to break free, to no avail of course.
Luckily, the monster do NOT want to hurt the scientists. He wanted to test the arms, and have fun with them. How? The monster made one other arm go to Random's feet, and (of course cuz it's Tickletober) started to tickle him. In fact, it knew Random is VERY ticklish, and smiled when it heard him giggle and howl with laughter. "Hehehe-OH! Teehee! Ooh-AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Stop thahahat! I'm tohohoo tihihihicklish!! Gahahahahahaha! Ohoohoohoohoo! Don't do ihihit! Plehehehease!! Ah! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Giggly isn't he?
Redlora panicked, "RANDOM! NO!! Put down that remote! Leave him alone!" After hearing this, the monster decided that Redlora should ALSO be a part of this. It turned to her, "Aw shi-AAAAUGH!!" She was grappled by 2 more arms, but unlike her partner, she was in a hogtied position and on the ground. "Eek! Not me too! I'm not ticklish! Mercy!" She tried to convince the monster otherwise, but she's too much late! The Extendo-Arms around her a hairbrush and feather respectively, and were aimed for Redlora's feet too.
One press of a button, and tools made contact with Redlora's feet, she shrieked! She tossed, turned, wormed and tried to move her arms, but she was too busy being wrapped up and cackling to do much. "AAAAAAHH! HEHEHEH! NOHOHO! pfft! AHAHAHAHA! AH! STOHOHOP! HEHE! OHOHAHAHA! snort! BWAHAHAHAH! EEE! gasp! I- HAHAHA! I CAHAHA- CAN'T BREHEHEATHE!! HEHEHE! snort! STOHOHOP IT! RIGHT NOHOHOW!!"
Looks like Redlora IS in fact ticklish too, I suspect that she's almost ticklish as her partner... I should pair these 2 in more adventures.
Ya know how some library books are specifically designed for blind readers? Well if Frankenstein can't talk or see by the end of the franchise, he should be able to get a feel of my drawing when it's NOT colored. I'll color the rest tomorrow, Hopefully Frank can forgive me.
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HIIII it's 3 am and i'm trying to sleep but brain went brr with ideas n shit and oh well- thing is ; i was wondering if i could make my first request? (smth simple if u want to, no need to be very long or anything + pls don't rush nd take ur time AND don't feel pressured to actually do my request :] ! ) maybe smth ab faceless art streamer! y/n [they/them]?? (if u could add that the reader is like an indie game dev or works for smth like that u'd be sosososososo cool omg) with maybe quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki and/or jack?? idk brain did the storming and its all messy hsdnshhfjsjz (btw! i know it's a lot of CCs so feel free to remove some or do the ones ur only comfy with !!! take care nd stay safe !!! luv ya <3 (/p))
AS SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO GAME DESIGN, CHARACTER, AND PLOT DESIGN YOU BET I CAN MAKE THE READER AND INDIE GAME DEV (and aaaa ty for adding jack!!! I think he's really neat and not enough people acknowledge him :))!!)
Multiple x indie game dev!artist!y/n
pairings: quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki, jack manifold (separate) x indie game dev!artist!y/n
pronouns: they/them
other information on the reader:
. faceless
. knows how to code
. artist
. streams them drawing video game characters
. minor
. makes indie / horror games
form: headcanons
genre: platonic, fluff(??)
warnings: horror games / horror mods, ranboo enderwalk lore in his section
abbreviations: y/n -> your name
quackity
okay let's get the obvious out of the way; definitely going to be the type of person that's like "I'm going to play this game first after you're finished" yk? playfully ofc, n playfully fight with anyone who says the same thing (*cough* Wilbur, tommy, dream *cough*)
he probably wouldn't be on your art streams often – he doesn't really enjoy watching people draw, but he would want to see the finished pics
he would happily be on voice chat with you while you're drawing though!! :D
would be proud to answer any questions you have about character / scene / etc designs!!
"quackity!! so for this character – check your dms for a current picture – would red or purple antenna be better? also, two or four antenna?"
"*gasp* you're asking me?? 🥺" /j
"y'know what, nevermind, chat wh-"
"NO WAIT WAIT"
"so what do you think?"
also, if you do end up sending him the finished pics of the art he will hype you tf up !!!!
would try to get you make joke games – not like actually, it's just an ongoing bit between you two!
if you make a game for him – or give him a sneak peek of a game before anyone else he's going to freak out!! and he won't really know what to say bc putting feelings into words is hard
if y'all ever meet up and you're fine w hugs he's gonna give you a huge hug, hoping that makes up for the lack of words to describe how just,, proud of you he is bc he really really is!!
you're not even in your 20s yet and you can make video games, or help with them?? not to mention how creative you are with the characters and story line??? he's amazed by you
might actually cry /pos if you base a character off of him
like let's say a part of a puzzle is to get a rubber duck and place it into a pond to get the next hint or thing you need – only when he plays it on stream, he doesn't know anything about the game, so you're watching and waiting for him to get there
when he does get there – he finds out the duck has a beanie and has a white ring appear around it that flashes to life before fading out after picking it up, signifying it was the right thing to get
at first he doesn't really notice the ring, "oh! that animation is different than normal" he notes, but mainly focuses on the beanie, comparing it to himself before he glances at chat to see them freaking out over the planet duck reference
then he's just talking about it, shocked of course but flattered, and then you type in chat "you helped me a ton with things I couldn't decide during this game, I couldn't not add you! :)" everyone's just :(((( !!! /pos
overall supportive n proud, maybe a bit loud about games in progress, but just a really nice guy in general :)
tommy
he is ABSOLUTELY loud about your games in progress!! if you don't want something said you have to tell that to him before telling him or else he's going to brag about how cool it is the next time he streams
"chat!! chat, y/n is making this new game and they told me that one of the outfits you can collect for the player is going to be based off me!- right!! that sounds pog!!"
if he ever accidentally let's anything slip on stream that he was supposed to say, everyone who's a fan of you is just like "wow! suddenly! I cannot hear anymore!", sometimes they're like that even if it was okay to say
the just like being surprised :)
as for art streams, he'll try his best to tune in but obviously won't be there all the time! he's usually very active in chat too! likes being on call with you while you do art streams if you let him!
he once convinced you to make a texture pack and a shader (meant for both to be active at the same time), the fans loved it and a lot of them use it more often than the original!!
tommy however, not to much, proud of you bc that must've been a ton of work!! but at some time it slipped his mind that you make indie and horror games; I think we all know he doesn't do well with horror games
so you liking horror and such made the textures look more ominous and just make it look like and area you don't want to be in, and the spook goes up even more with the shader!! it's darker than usual, there's unusual fog, the portals look too dangerous now, so on and so forth yk
so,, tommy didn't use the texture pack for long;;
if you ever raid him after you're done streaming and he has a question, he's literally just gonna ask you on stream
"y/n raid? oh! are they still here?" when you confirm you're in chat, he continues "great! okay I had a question about your new game that's going to be available soon and how to download it-"
fans love how casual you guys are about game information, like you had to teach him how to export a game character he made on the website you usually make yours on (it was for a fun stream) and it was just a simple back and forth but everyone's like omg :((( omg them :((
also if you're the type of person to go insane over tiny details in other games, he will absolutely tease you for it
like you can just be going on and on about how this game had a sentence at the start that had a backhanded meaning by the end and he's just gonna call you a nerd (genuinely thinks is cool how much of the small things you notice in games though)
dream
COMPLAINING ABOUT CODING AND HOW HARD IT IS 🤝🤝
and if you took other coding classes hoping that I'd help with video game coding he'd just listen to you talk about it
"I actually took robotics for a while before because the school didn't have any video game coding classes and I was hoping it'd help either way" "oh?" "it,, it didn't help, it's so hard to code robots and considering how fast I caught onto video game code you think it'd be easier to understand the robot code" "yeah, that sounds reasonable" "NOPE,, WHY R THEY SO DIFFERENT I ALMOST FAILED" "D:"
fanartists like those moments, if one of those talks happen expect a bit of fanart of just dream and you chilling while you talk and he listens, the art always gives off comfy vibes n it's just cute :)
offering him to play a semi-rough draft of the demo so that he could see if it's good or what you needed to do to make it more enticing for the player
power duo fr fr o/
people like comparing y'all to hackers sometimes bc y'all know how to code???
you play into the bit with the fans though and honestly it's so fun !!!
fans: omg,, hackers (affectionate),,,
you next time you stream: hacker voice; I'm in
AND THEY GOT SHOCKED??? LIKE THEY FORGOT YOU CAN SEE THE STUFF THEY POST????
wouldn't be able to watch your art streams for long because he would get side tracked, the streams are just too under stimulating for his brain to focus on, but he'd hang around as long as he could though :)
would be glad to be on call with you while you're doing an art stream – though if he has is game sounds on you may occasionally have to repeat a question that was aimed at him
you're also in his streams when you can :)
also, you like sending donations to communicate rather than chat
one stream dream turned off his donos because you wouldn't stop giving him money 💀
being friends with such a popular creator and being a game creator yourself has it's downs as well
nothing thats too hard to deal with – the most common one is actually kinda funny – some people will slide in your dms acting like they're dream and just got locked out of his account, trying to get you to make them a game
like ??? do they think that dream would mssg you over Twitter or insta?? he has your phone number bro ,😭
also!!! when dream plays through new games you made he complements the small things and complements how hard something must've been to code :)
and I'm ngl, he kinda sucks with every game he plays at first but he's a quick learner so dw :)
would be glad to help if you're having a difficult time choosing between things too! except he'll answer right away without any teasing
"dreammm" "y/nnnn" "for this area should I do like shattered stone walls or mossy stone walls like with vines n stuff?" "depends on the vibe you want, shattered stone would give it a dangerous and uneasy undertone and mossy stone would be more of ominous, if that makes sense?" "oh! okay, thank youuu!!"
ofc if you didn't have a specific vibe or couldn't choose which was better he would just give a straight up answer so you didn't stress out trying to choose one \o/
would absolutely like being a guest in a drawing stream, he isn't the best at art or character design but it's fun to see him try
maybe you both plus some friends do a "drawing Minecraft mobs from memory" stream? ,, with that the thing is; his would mostly be relatively accurate if you could understand wtf he was drawing 😭
dream may or may or have some of your art as his phone homescreen, he loves your style so much :(( /pos
ranboo
first off; he's incredibly impressed!! like!!! you made this game?? this playable game, completely from scratch??? how??
also you may or may not have made a small Minecraft mod for him to tryout on stream,, little gift from you to both chat n ranboo 🤲
its literally all based off his lore,, if you get close to obsidian and crying obsidian fallen down from Undertale starts playing, if you splash water on yourself 1) you get hurt 2) your screen blacks out and when it comes back, your in a different place than before, some things art taken, maybe a few extra things are added
and there's a 50% chance that when you go into your "enderwalk" state (the blackout) you blow something up, so there may or may not be an explosion somewhere nearby, you also have a 20% chance of building something small in you enderwalk state :)
he found it so incredibly cool!!! chat was crying while complementing you while ranboo thanked you and complemented you over n over again
he won't shut up about how cool the mod is for several weeks, maybe even a few months, it's just so cool!!
will absolutely use it as a comeback if you let him; "oh? you got first place? well y/n made me a really really cool mod, so who's the actual winner here?"
will absolutely play every single game you come out with – it doesn't matter if it's his style or not – and he thoroughly enjoys all of the games as well
as for art streams, he will absolutely try to tune in every time he can!! active in chat and donos!!
doesn't really like being in art streams – like in call is fine but actually drawing? not really, he just doesn't love drawing in front of a ton of people
but will join an art stream if you ask
will listen to you rant about whatever, even if he doesn't understand it! like will listen to you go on and on about how well a game set up the atmosphere or maybe talking about how difficult coding is, and he'll converse back with you but won't really understand yk?
"ranboo I just played a really cool game do you wanna hear about it?" "yeah yeah- of course!!" "ok so like, the atmosphere was so well put together- like it was a horror game and I didn't even see the monster but the vibe was so well put together that it was still unnerving!!" "that's awesome! how did the atmosphere get set up the best and when you saw the monster, was it scarier?"
yk what I mean? like engages in convo so you don't feel bad about talking so much, plus shows his interest without the constant "hm?" "cool" etc a lot of people do and even though he does talk more than the acknowledgment sounds many people make he also manages to almost never sidetrack you and when he does it's on accident :)
if your way of learning is teaching then he'll gladly be the person you teach it to if you want! most likely won't use the information therefore his brain won't retain it but that's not on you, and the whole reason is so you can learn, not him, so! ^^
will make sure to take care of yourself, and he has a through way of telling if you have or not bc he's known you for long enough to know that even if you try to hide it a little bit of your tired voice shows so he knows if you've been sleeping like you should
also friends with you on discord, where you have your Spotify attached,, you like listening to music while you work on things that aren't sound related and if it's active later than it should be he's going to confront you
overall wholesome mixed in with a little pain bc both of you are like "ah yes, lore <3" and like to see fans cry /lh
niki
I feel like this is expected but if you need to get extra motivation she would probably be your go-to
she hypes you up but like, in a sweet and quiet kinda way, where as everyone else here would probably be relatively loud ;;
honored to be on an art stream if you invite her :')
and would absolutely watch your art streams when she can :D hypes you up in chat
also compliments, tons of compliments!
might call you a prodigy? bc you're so young but can already make games?? and make income off of them?? and do really good art??? and so much more??? like tell me that's not prodigy energy,
if you make a video game character based off her she might cry,, like in a positive way obviously but like at the same time :(( no don't cry!!
I say might bc it's dependant on how she feels that day yk? like she might just have the almost-cry wobble to her voice or she might actually, if that makes sense?
she genuinely loves your art style!! even if it's pointy and kinda creepy she really likes it!!
yk the "awww (name) :(" /pos she does sometimes? 100% does that with you
there are a few compilations of just "aww y/nnn" on YouTube and all the comments on those videos are just crying over y'all /pos
would be happy to help if you're stuck between some options in a game, but would feel kinda bad bc it's your game, you're supposed to be the one choosing the stuff
assure her that it's okay n stuff n she'll be ok tho !
I can't decide if she would play your games or not
bc on one hand she's a huge supporter of you and your work and would like to experience it first hand
but on the other hand she isn't the best with scry games,,
so maybe she'd do both? maybe she'd react on stream to a playthrough, maybe your playthrough? or maybe she would only play some of your games? I haven't decided so up to you I suppose!
jack manifold
genuinely amazed by your talent and will make it quite clear!!
can and will go on tangents about you on stream if someone brings it up
everyone is so :(( <333 /pos bc of it
will play the games you've made as soon as he can
if there are different games that line up in a story he'll make sure to play them in order :)
people also sometimes compare you two to hackers bc you code a ton and he kinda looks like a hacker
difference here is that both of you play into the bit, it's tons of fun!!
listen, I know he doesn't draw much but I am a firm believer that he will doodle his favorite character(s) from your games after he's done playing them
like after he plays a game of yours then expect a small doodle in your texts :)
you compiled a bunch of these doodles into one picture and made it you phone background and he only found out after y'all met irl and it caught the corner of his eye and he registered "oh hey wait that looks familiar"
he found out while recording the vlog n when editing, the editor was like "hey let's leave this in, it'd be funny if the fans knew right?" ,, the fans were crying for two weeks,, /pos
and speaking of drawings; he would like to be on a drawing stream with you, thinks it's be tons of fun!! :D
and he's usually free to call while your streaming and doesn't mind so if you wanna talk to him while drawing just call :)
and he will watch the streams he can make it to!! he may leave a bit early but he stays for the majority of it
if you make a character based off of him he's going to constantly thank you and brag about how cool you are anywhere he can
"hello manifolders, if you haven't done it already go download (game name)! I'm there!" with a ss of his character from the game and he'll reply to the tweet on his alt to talk more about the game and how much he really liked it :)
another that'll help you were you need it! he'll make it into a joke before anything else, but he'll get to the point
taglist (sorry i forgot to do it on the past two): @cvsmixplant // @l0ver0fj0y // @youngstarfishdinosaur
#asked and answered#request#headcanons#platonic!reader#platonic fanfic#platonic x reader#jack manifold x reader#niki x reader#dream x reader#tommy x reader#quackity x reader#ranboo x reader#streamer!au#mcyt x reader#streamer!reader#streamer!y/n#fanfic#headcanon#☁️ anon#game dev!reader#game dev! reader#artist!reader#artist! reader#platonic ranboo x reader#platonic dream x reader#platonic tommy x reader#platonic quackity x reader#platonic niki x reader#platonic jack manifold x reader#jack x reader
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22 for Quirrel and Monomon (Monomom) has mother/son relationship.
22. “Boom! That’s a victory in my book!”
(No beta reader and I apologize for any errors! I will put this on A03 later most likely.)
Monomon hrmed to herself as she tapped her mask with the end of a quill. She has been working on the same chemical formula for the past few hours. Lurien had swore up and down that if only she could come up with some sort of...mild...explosive, that it could theoretically be used as a source of power. He had explained that using such a compound could potentially power a machine through sheer physics alone and keep going without the need of further input, at least until the compound ran out. Something about gears and pistons and other things...she didn’t quite catch it all through his ramblings. He had most likely stayed up for days again and is most likely now forcibly put to bed by his butler. Lurien may be hilarious when sleep deprived but she didn’t want her friend to up and die from lack of said sleep.
Still it was very interesting and even if the idea didn’t work, it was always nice to have a new type of explosive around. You know. For reasons. Not just for the good of the kingdom after all.
Before she could continue her musings or her notes, she was interrupted by the sound of sniffling and the tapping of tiny feet passing her door. This part of the archives was her private home, which meant that the only source of the noise would be her adopted son, now home from school. It was highly unusual that he just didn’t barge on in to yell about some new fact he learned or to show off his marks like most days. He is quite the excitable little pip and always happy to ask questions his teachers couldn’t answer.
She put down her quill in instant concern and floated over her seat, leaving her work behind on her desk. She opened the door to her study and poked out her head, listening.
Yep, she still heard the sniffling, but down the hall and behind the door covered in crayon drawings and book posters. The door was also closed as well, another unusual thing. She held up a tentacle curled up the tip to knock softly once she approached, and waited for the answer.
“Sniff...come in.” The voice behind the door was so sad, it made her pseudo-heart clench as she cracked open the door.
“Quirrel, are you okay?” She regretted the question as soon as she asked it once she saw her adopted son. Little Quirrel looked absolutely miserable, tiny antenna drooping as he rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t old enough for a mask yet, so she could see that he must have been crying for a while. He was half curled up. Most likely he was fully balled up in distress before she knocked, which gave her a spark of pride that he trusted her to open up a little. A far cry from when she found him only a few years ago, all alone.
Monomon drifted over to gently sit on the bed with her little pillbug, wrapping a comforting tentacle around his small body. She used another to pat his head gently between the antenna, something that he always liked. She kept her outer self gentle as she wiped away tears and dried his face. Inside however, she was calculating how much acid she will need per volume to remove all traces of those responsible for making her dear little pip cry. Surely the kingdom won’t miss a few bugs here and there, right?
It’s so very hard to see such a tiny little child upset. What made it worse is that she doesn’t know exactly how old he is. The doctors estimated around six or seven now last time she took him in for a check up. Still, too small to be this sad, in her humble opinion.
“What happened, my little scholar?” She had let him calm down a little before she decided it was okay to start looking for answers. She’ll give him all the time he needed to speak.
He hugged one of her tentacles and buried his face into the soft material. He didn’t speak for a moment, grounding himself before he managed to choke out a short sentence.
“They ruined it.”
“Ruined, what, my dear?” She continued her cuddling and felt him relax a little.
“My project.” He freed one of his arms long enough to point to a smooshed box on the floor of the room.
She was big enough that all she really needed to do was to crane her head and look without having to stop snuggling her child. She couldn’t help but wince a little at the sight. She knew what that was. In the smashed up box was an equally smashed up mess that was once an intricately put together model of the White Palace. The numerous Popsicle sticks so lovingly glitter glued together was snapped to pieces. The fiends even crumbled up the little paper windows he so carefully cut out and glued into place. She had watched him labor over this project for a solid week, and if she remembered right, he was supposed to turn it in today with the rest of his class. She had to think a minute as her own teaching plans muddled into the ones Quirrel talked about having in school. Sometimes it was hard to keep track of it all.
“They meh—m--mashed it up cause they said I’m-m-m a show off and nobody likes show offs and that’s why no-nobody likes me in school and I make everyone else look bad to-to the teacher.” He was in tears again and she for a moment wondered just how much could be left in such a small little body.
“Listen to me, my little scholar.” She once again took on tear wiping duty, taking a second tentacle to tickle under his chin the way she knows he likes. “What those people are, are bullies. Nothing they say is the truth.”
“But...but they”
“They said the things they knew would make you feel sad.” She interrupted before he could begin one of his negative spiraling thoughts. “It’s what they want to do, to make you upset.”
“But...why?” Quirrel is such an innocent soul. Despite his past, he still can’t understand why someone would be willfully cruel unless he somehow caused it.
“For many reasons. Most likely for this one, they were jealous. They didn’t like that you made something they felt wasn’t as good as theirs so they wanted to punish you for it.” The look in her young sons’ eyes told her to continue with a little more elaboration. “Again, it wasn’t your fault. You did nothing wrong. You just wanted to make us all proud, and I will always be proud of you.”
He shuffled his feet a little, still unsure on how to take the praise, but she could tell it made him very happy.
“Even if it got all smashed up?”
“Even if it got all smashed up.” She tweaked his cheek pad lovingly. She suddenly had an idea. A no good, terrible idea. An idea that could help out both her little Quirrel and herself.
“Now, I want you to tell me or your teacher right away if this happens again. But, I think I have an idea to make them leave you alone, for a while at least.”
Quirrel looked up with his big wide eyes. “How?
She grinned back at him. “How about we conduct a little experiment?”
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“Hey! Nerd!”
Quirrel paused, holding his box snugly to his chest. He slowly turned around to find his tormentors right behind him. These were three larger students that smashed his project the other day. He could tell they were angry. Even though he didn’t turn in his project yesterday, it seemed like they still got low marks...and now they were going to take it out on him. Of course, they cornered him in the alley, away from prying adult eyes. They always bullied him away from any sort of help.
“Whatcha got here, shrimp? Did you make your project again? Trying to show us up?” The largest bug demanded, deliberately bumping into the pillbug and making him stumble.
“I think he did.” The second and third bug closed in. “It must make him happy to make us look bad.”
“No! I don’t!” Quirrel protested. He stood up as straight as he could and puffed up a little, just like mama told him to.
“Don’t talk back to us, speck!” The largest bug grabbed the box and tossed it to the ground. “Come on boys, seems little Quirrly needs another lesson on what we do to know-it-alls around here!”
As soon as the big bugs stepped around the box, Quirrel retreated to a safe distance. The bullies were so focused on the box that they didn’t notice Monomon drift around the building to stand with her son, looping a tentacle around his shoulders.
“Watch,” She whispered.
Quirrel did watch, paying attention as all three bullies raised their legs at the same time and brought their feet down as hard as they could on the box.
There was a second where nothing happened, and then came a popping BOOM as the package exploded. Bright pink glitter and glue flung itself out of the box with the force of the explosion and utterly covered the bullies with a liberal coating of sparkles. Squealing in panic and fear, Quirrel watched as the three stumbled over themselves, tripping and rolling as they tried to escape. They finally flung themselves down the alley as fast as they could, still sliding around on loose glitter and glue as the fled out into the crowded streets.
It only took a moment to hear a roar of laughter echo off into the distance, most likely chasing the three bullies no matter where they tried to run.
Quirrel fell down, laughing so hard he couldn’t keep standing. Monomon looked down at her son with pride, trying to also keep her laughing in.
“Boom! That’s a victory in my book! Let’s see them mess with you again, eh?”
Quirrel nodded as he tried to hold in his giggles. He found himself being picked up and brushed off by his mother, setting him up on her shoulder.
“Come now, let's have a talk with your teacher, shall we?”
Quirrel nodded, and both mother and son left the ally, leaving their ingenious trap behind them.
#hollow knight#fanfiction#prompts#fics#quirrel#monomon#monomom#lurien#monomon adopted a tiny feral quirrel and went 'this is mine now'#he was playing in her trash#protect the baby at all costs#i may write more about this if people want it#never piss off someone who can make your body disappear without a trace#baby quirrel#i call baby isopods pips#cause it's cute#plz excuse my writing im out of practice#why-are-we-dead#terra lumina canon
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“Your cat wears glasses ?” P.t 2
The reader meets some of the Trollhunter team and runs into Douxe and Archie again upon investigating the strange shop from the night before.
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“Order up!”
Jerry, the chef in the diner you worked in let out a loud yell, startling you from where stood outing a customer some coffee. Smiling at the old lady who was enjoying her eggs and bacon now with a full cup of coffee you scurried behind the counter grabbing the tray off the shelf.
“Thanks Jerry.”
In response to your thanks the chef mumbled a few words about needing a raise and lousy tips. You rolled your eyes at his silky behaviour and moved towards the table in the far corner.
Four teenagers sat around it, kids you recognisers from school, in a year or two below you. It looked like a double date and seemed to be going okay ? You couldn’t Honedlty tell.
“Here we go guys, four milkshakes and burgers. Do you guys need anything else ?”
Handing out the food you smile at the teens, trying your best to be nice mostly because you liked the teens but also because you could really use some decent tips.
“Hey don’t you go to our school ? You’re a senior right ?”
The girl on the right speaks up, smiling excitedly as she recognises you. She’s pretty woth sleek black hair and colourful hair clips. Plus she’s wearing a papa skull shirt. Good music taste.
“Yeah that’s me, I’m (y/n). You guys are in sophmore year right ? I saw the play by the way, Romeo and Juliet. You two were great.”
Addressing the two on your right you send them a smile since you’d actually really enjoyed the play even though you’d had low expect mostly because it was a school production.
“Yeah we are, I’m Claire that’s Jim, and these guys are Darcie and Toby,”
The others waved at you, saying his and nice to meet yous,
“ and thanks glad you liked it.”
For a second you locked eyes with Jim and you felt this massive surge of energy radiating from him, or rather something near him. He must’ve sensed what you were doing because his eyes widened too.
Now freaked out a little you quickly said goodbye to them and to call you over if they needed anything.
‘That was weird...’ you thought to yourself as you continued handing out orders and clearing tables.
You’d had enough of weird this week. After meeting Douxie yesterday and Archie, wizard and familiar, you’d had enough of weird for a few days.
Not to mention the weird dream you’d had that night....
———- flashback to dream ———
“(Y/n) ! (Y/n) ! Look what I can do.”
You let out a giggle as the little boy next to you created a buttferly out of blue smoke from seemingly nowhere. The magical creation swirled around you, landing delicately on your outstretched palm.
“It’s so pretty.”
Your high pitched voice squealed as the butterfly flew high out of your tiny palm, heading out of sight into the darkening sky’s
“You’re pretty (y/n). In fact you’re so prettt one day we are going to get married so I can have the prettiest wife.”
The boy smiled at you, genuine and happy with a glint in his dark eyes. However your rapturous and cackling laughter caused this smile to fall into a frown.
“Hey ! Why are you laughing ?!”
His agitation only made you laugh harder as you giggled hysterically.
“Don’t be silly we can’t get married. We’re too young and what if I don’t want to marry you.”
You gave him an incredulous look, pointing your fingiré at him accusingly. In return the boy pouted now becoming flustered and a little upset. His cool was completely gone and he felt very awkward.
“Well I take it back ! I’d not wanna marry you. You’d probably smell and be ugly !”
It was the boys turn to laugh at your crestfallen face as he looked at you smugly.
“You take that back right now !”
Angry your fists curled into balls as you stamped you foot, pushing at the boy.
“Never (y/n). You do smell !”
That was it, the last straw. As a five year old the insult was basically treason and enough to push you over the edge. Your palms started to blazer with golden light as your (e/c) eyes melted into gold.
“Ummmmm.... (y/n)”
Chuckling nervously the boy started to shuffle backwards as he could se you were becoming more and more agitated, getting ready to pounce.
For a second you both froze, rooted to the spot as you looked each other up and down guessing who was going to make the first move.
And then just like that you’d been awoken from you dream with a startling cry. At first your mind was hazy as you tried to register where you were and what was happening.
Sunlight stepped through your curtains telling you it was morning.
‘What a strange dream.’ You tried to recall who the little boy in your dream had been. For some reason you couldn’t recall his face or name.
However you could recall the events from the night, meeting Douxie the hot punk wizard and his glasses wearing snooty cat Archie. Wow he’d walked you all the way back to your apartment. Now he knew where you lived and you couldn’t tell whether that was good or bad.
“Wonder when I’ll see him again....”
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Luckily, your shift wasn’t too long today and as soon as t he lunch rush died down you were able to hang up your apron and make your way down town to check out the creepy yet enchanting bookstore from last night.
Arcadia on the weekends was very vibrant and bustling, kids you recognised from school hung out in cafes or played football in the park outside of your high school.
Across the street you saw a few of your friends from Arcadia Oaks High and waved quickly at them as you made your way hastily down the street.
Friends. Sure you had some at school, only a free but enough that you always had somewhere to sit at lunch and partner up with in science class. But they weren’t close, Mindy could get close to you. Eventually someone would find out your secrets and then you’d have to leave again for your own safety and theirs.
Remembering the four kids from earlier in the diner you felt a wave of envy pass through you as you recalled how close they were. Maybe one day you’d have friends like that or even a boyfriend.....
For some strange reason when you thought of that the image of a dark haired wizard appeared in you mind and just as quickly as it materialised it disappeared.
‘No no no. That’s so dumb. Eww.’
You shook your head feeling stupid and embarrassed at the fact that you had a small crush on a stranger.
Stopping in front of the shop you peered in through the glass finally able to see into it now it was daytime. Without the witchy light cast by the moon and neon glow of the sign it looked a lot more ordinary. But you knew better than anyone that looks can be decieving.
Again the tingling sensation of magical energy could be felt radiating from the store, like electric waves. Something was odd about this place and you were going to find out what.
The sound of a little bell filled the store as you entered, alerting whoever was working there that a customer was in. Nobody appeared so you just decided to peruse the place, observing the immense amount of books that filled the tall oak bookcases.
Reaching out with your fingertips you trailed them over the spines of the books, trying to use your magic or whatever it is to suss out something, just anything really.
Suddenly you felt it, a sharp peak in the energy from the store as your fingers grazed over one very worn out tattered looking leather bound book.
Upon picking it up you took note of the strange symbols carved across the cover.
“What is this ?...”
Mumbling quietly to yourself you opened up the first page. A beautiful illustration of a woman clad in bright gold armour adorned it. She looked strong. Powerful. A little note was left under the drawing. The name of the woman.
“Morgana La Fay...”
“She was a very powerful sorceress. It’s good to see you again love.”
Letting out a shriek of surprise you spun around ready to throw hands and also the book in your grip.
Douxie let out a small laugh at your freaked out expression, finding your fear amusing. The mention of Morgana however had his antenna up.
“What are you doing here ?”
You questioned, looking him up and down wearily.
“Well I happen to work here love, the question is what are you doing here ?”
Douxie soun the broom in his hand around as if to prove that he indeed worked here before coming a little bit closer to you, wanting to see the book you’d picked up and also maybe because he wanted to talk to you again.
Maybe.
“Ummm Im just here to shop, this place there’s something about it....”
You trailed off glancing around the rickety old bookstore with curiosity as if you were looking for an answer to the strange pull you felt from it, the energy.
‘She can sense the magic in this place.’
Curiosity filled Douxie’s mind as he watched you gaze around the store. After lmmeeting yo last night he knew you were a magical being of some sort and clearly in need of a bit of help if you didn’t know what’s you were.
There was no point in hiding some things from, but again also no point in telling you everything straight away.
“Well if you feel some sort of magic from it that’s probably because it is. Many magical artifcats and books are kept here, not to buy but just hidden away for safety.”
A small ‘woah’ left your mouth as you studied the room a little bit closer. Sure enough you could now notice that some of the objects flowed faintly when you concentrated on them.
Feeling a little confident, Douxie learned on a pile of books stacked next to him and gave you a flirtatious smile.
“Plus I’m here and some say I’m a little enchanting.”
You would’ve blushed at his flirting had the pile of books he was leaning on not collapsed leading our Douxie to fall face first onto the floor.
“Pshhhh sure you are. More like a little clumsy.”
A giggle left your lips as you offered him a hand which he begrudgingly took, a little bit of pink dusting his cheeks in embarrassment.
“Well maybe that too...”
Even though he’d embarrassed himself Douxie smiled at the way you laughed. It wasn’t cute and girly likes the Claire’s from Arcadia Oaks High or Darcy but rather joyful.
“I also uh want to say thanks for helping me the home the other night. I don’t know why but I was just so tired.”
You scratched the back of your head nervously, still a little embarrassed about the fact that you made a guy you’d barely known for an hour help you back home.
“It’s cool really I couldn’t just leave another magical being alone out there. Gets dangerous at night.”
He swallowed thickly after speaking, remembering the many close encounters he’d had with the supernatural creatures tat ran rampant among the town. Thank Merlín for Archie who’s saved his butt from more than one near death experience.
Speaking of which, Archie has been gone for a while now. He wondered where is cat has gotten to.
“Umm well thank you again. Really. Means a lot and also it’s nice to know there’s somebody else out there...like me.”
You hesitated at the end of your sentence not sure whether or not you should be talking about “magic” with him.
However Douxie smiled waving a hand as if it say ‘it’s fine really’.
“Of course, and you know if you want to talk about magic or something sometime I’d like that. I could use some practice to help me earn my wizards staff.”
A determined expression past his face as he thought about the staff he so greatly desired. Not only would it mean he’d mastered his powers but he’d also be more of an equal to his master and finally feel like he was worthy of him. To be Merlín’s apprentice.
“Wizards staff ? What’s that ?”
Your confused expression reminded him of the fact that you had little knowledge of anything to do with wizards. He wondered how much you did know.
“You know what I finish my shift in an hour, we could meet at a cafe or somewhere and talk more about this. Maybe I could show you a thing or two.”
You froze for a second taken aback by Douxie’s proposition. It sounded a bit like a date. The thought turned your cheeks red. Seeing this Douxie coughed awkwardly and spoke quickly to correct himself.
“You know help you understand your magical abilities and figure out what’s going on. Umm yeah...”
“That’s sounds good. We can meet at La Benoit the cafe round the corner.”
Your offer made Douxie smile with relief that you didn’t think it was weird or awkward.
“Yeah that’d be good, I’ll be there at 4.”
For a few moment you guys stood there smiling at each other, enjoying being in each other’s company. Again the pulling feeling that drew you to him clung at Douxie the more that he stared at you.
He’d never noticed it but you had a really lovely smile, warm and soft.
You on the other hand were taking in the glint in his eyes, one of something that hinted at magic and adventure. Soemtning drew you to him and you Werner going to fight against it.
“Cat got your tongue.”
Out of nowhere Archie sauntered up to the pair of you, elegantly jumping onto the desk and curling up into a ball.
Mischief and mirth spread across his face as he sensed the tension between the two of you. For people centuries old you were both very ignorant at times. Like a pair of teenagers. Which you were physically and biologically.
“Haha Arch, clever pun.”
Scowling at his famialir for ruining the moment, Douxie turned to glare at him.
Archie’s sudden appearance broke your trance likes states drawing you out of the nice little bubble you’d been in. Realising how long you’d been staring at each other you quickly decided to leave feeling a little too embarrassed to stay.
“Well um I should be going. I’ll see you later.”
You places the old book you’d been holding down on the shelf and made your way to the door.
“Yeah I’ll see you then. (Y/n).”
Douxie waved as you left the shop watching the way you walked down the street as your form grew smaller and smaller until you were out of sight.
A sigh escaped his lips as he thought about how dumb he’d been slipping over like an idiot.
“Great, now she’s going to think I’m a clutz. Bloody brilliant.”
Grumbling he walked over to the book you’d left on the shelf reaching to put it away neatly.
“Cheer up Douxie. I think you made a great impression for one. Judging by the way she was staring at you I’m sure our young sorceress likes you too.”
Douxie’s scowl deepened at Archie’s chuckles and ambushed tone as he spoke, the cat bringing one of his paws up to his mouth to lick.
“Shut up Arch I don’t fancy her.”
He spoke agitatedly ready to say more as his famialir started laughing until he took a look at the book in his hand - the one you’d been reading.
“The Rise and Fall of Morgana Le Fay...”
An uneasy look crossed his face, mouth turning into a grimace as he read aloud the title of the book. A similar unsettled expression settled on Archie’s face too as he jumped onto Douxie’s shoulder to take a closer look.
“Somethings up Arch. Something to do with (yn).”
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Part two to the series, will bring more of the lore and characters into the series and explain more on readers backstory.
#hisirdoux casperan x reader#troll hunters#tales of arcadia#douxie x reader#douxie#wizards#jim lake jr#claire nuñez#toa wizards#toa douxie#toa
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Spill It (Invader Zim)
I was finally in the mood to write a new fic! I personally think this one is super cute. Hope you enjoy!
Fandom: Invader Zim
Shipping: ZADF, slight ZADR
Requests Filled:
Zim’s antennae as tickling tools
Zim teasing Dib in front of his dad
“You’re only teasing me because you like me!”
Dib challenges Zim to keep his arms up for once
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“Sure, Dad, spaghetti sounds great,” Dib said to his father through clenched teeth, his whole body tense. He knew he had to be blushing, which only made this situation worse. Once again Zim discreetly poked his side, and Dib had to resist the urge to react in any way. “Uh…about how long do you think until it’s ready?”
“Oh, another fifteen minutes or so,” Professor Membrane replied in his ever dramatic, declarative voice. “You boys should start on your homework in the meantime. Having a good education is very important!”
This time Zim pinched Dib’s side, making the human let out a small “eep!” that he quickly tried to cover up as a good-humored laugh at what his father had said. He took a step away from Zim, making it look like he was getting ready to go upstairs. “You’re right, Dad. We’d better get going, huh, Zim?” He shot the alien a glare while his father wasn’t looking.
“Indeed,” Zim declared, smirking, not even trying to hide how pleased he was with himself. “We must keep our grades up if we are to have a future.” He wiggled his fingers out of Professor Membrane’s eye line, grinning at the darker blush it pulled from Dib.
“You two are acting strange,” Membrane remarked after a moment. “Stranger than usual, which is saying a lot. Are you all right? Is school causing you any stress?”
The only thing that’s causing me stress is this confounded Irken! Dib wanted to scream, but instead he shook his head quickly and grabbed Zim’s wrist, practically hauling him past his father and up the stairs, shouting over his shoulder as he went. “Nope! We’re fine! Everything’s fine. Just let us know when dinner is ready and we’ll be right down!”
As soon as they were at his room, Dib shoved Zim inside, closed and locked the door behind them, then turned and lunged at the alien who – amazingly – actually seemed to be taken by surprise. Dib wasted no time in digging into Zim’s sides and using his tickling powers to force his friend to the ground so he could straddle and pin him there.
“Wait!” Zim cried, laughter already filling up the room. He slapped his hands over his mouth in an effort to rein them in. “I was going to tickle you!”
“Oh, heck no. Not after that stunt you just pulled down there.” Dib half-growled, half-chuckled at his friend, who was very quickly losing his composure. He dug in a little harder. “You were practically begging for this, Zim. Now lay there and take it like a good little alien.”
Zim bit back a squeal, laughing and squirming beneath Dib but – as usual – not protesting in the slightest. After a minute Dib smirked and, still tickling, demanded: “Put your arms up.” When Zim didn’t comply immediately, he said more forcefully, “Arms up, Zim.”
Zim whined a little, but did as he was told and stretched his arms up above him and held them there, giving Dib much easier access to his torso. He focused on Zim’s sides quite a bit, but also deviated to his stomach and ribs when the mood suited him. Another couple of minutes went by before Dib decided to be mean.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” he hummed teasingly, his fingers deep in Zim’s ribs, clawing at them. “Tickle, tickle, tickle the ticklish Irken soldier~”
In an instant Zim’s face was flushed blue and he lost all control of his laughter, shooting his arms back down to cover his mouth again and keep from being heard or discovered by Professor Membrane or Gaz. “No, Dib!” he wheezed, squirming crazily. “Don’t do that!”
“Excuse me? I don’t believe you’re the one in charge here,” Dib mock-snapped, moving back down to squeeze Zim’s sides and thus enhance his friend’s distress. “You want to tease me in front of my dad? Fine. I’ll tease you right back.” He lowered his voice to the register Zim used on him and continued. “Tickle, tickle!”
“Stop!” Zim pleaded, shaking his head. He brought his arms down further to try and pry Dib’s off of him. “Dib!”
“Put your arms up, Zim,” Dib demanded, “before I tie you to the bed and tickle your hips until the whole neighborhood hears you screaming with laughter." To make his point, his hands slid down a little to just barely press into the Irken’s hips.
Zim let out a whine of protest, but his arms shot back up above his head nonetheless.
“Good alien.” Dib had never said that to Zim before, but here in this moment it appeared to really be messing with his friend, so he kept it up. “Now where was I? Oh, yes. Tickle, tickle, tickle!”
Zim clutched his wrists together above him, clearly fighting to remain quiet enough not to draw attention from downstairs. But despite his obvious distress, it was clear he was loving this, too. His huge smile and unstoppable giggles said as much.
“Not as fun when you’re the one trying to keep it together, huh, Zim?” Dib mocked. He poked sporadically in the alien’s underarms, watching with satisfaction as he jumped and squeaked and giggled. “How does it feel to be teased without being able to react the way your body wants to?”
Zim let out a noise then that sounded like a cross between a ticklish laugh and a scoff. “You’re only teasing me because you like me!”
The accusation was so far from what Dib expected to hear in reply that he faltered and came to a complete stop. Zim let slip a few residual giggles and took a couple of breaths before focusing on the human, and immediately he realized he’d said something wrong. Dib climbed off of him, muttering, “Is that a bad thing? You seemed to be enjoying it.”
Zim hurried to recover his mistake. “I was! I didn’t mean I didn’t like it.” His words came out in a rush. “I meant only that you weren’t teasing me for revenge, as you were trying to get me to believe. Maybe that was part of it, but I know you just like to make me helpless to stop you.”
Dib was blushing again now, shifting uncomfortably on the floor. “I…I like teasing you because I know you like it, mostly. But it is cute to watch you react so strongly to what I’m saying, and…” He bit his lip to keep from saying any more. “Never mind. Let’s just…get ready for dinner.”
“And what, Dib?” Zim asked, grabbing onto his friend’s arm when he moved to stand up. “It’s fun for you to watch me react, and what?”
“Nothing, Zim.” Dib tugged gently, hoping it would be enough to free himself from the alien’s grasp, but he should have known better. “Zim.”
Zim tugged as well, strong enough that Dib kind of toppled forward, landing practically in the Irken’s lap. Zim situated himself behind Dib and wrapped his arms around his middle, trapping him. He smirked and tilted his head downward so his antennae were able to easily reach Dib’s neck and ears. “Tell me.”
Dib tensed at the unfamiliar yet still ticklish sensation across his neck, instinctively squirming, but Zim only held him tighter. Before he could stop it, a panicked giggle escaped him. “Zim, stop—”
“You know I will tickle it out of you if I must,” Zim replied coolly, his voice having lowered to that kind of teasing tone that really messed with Dib. “But do you really wish for me to make you laugh so loud your father hears you and comes to check on you?”
Oh, god. Dib could feel the heat of his blush on his ears already, even before Zim’s fingers dug into his sides in tandem with the light brushing of his antennae against his neck. The human sputtered, giggled, tried to fight back. “No, no, no. Please, no. Zim—”
“Very well.” Zim stuck out his tongue and let it glide along the side of Dib’s neck, grinning in triumph at the squeal of laughter it elicited. He let his fingers dig into his friend’s sides deeper. “Then tell me what else you enjoy about teasing me.”
Dib’s heart raced. He’d been tied up and tickled by this alien multiple times, but handcuffs on his wrists hadn’t made him feel nearly as helpless as he did right now. Laughter bubbled up out of him before he could stop it. He fought against Zim’s grip to no avail. He wasn’t going anywhere and he knew it. “Zim, please! No! Please, it tickles!”
He was referring mostly to the Irken’s tongue on his neck and antennae brushing his ears, but coherency had flown out the window the instant Zim had him trapped. The Irken, for his part, merely chuckled darkly. “That’s rather the point, isn’t it?” He let his hands slide up Dib’s sides to his ribs, inching closer to the spot that would force the answer from him. “Tell me.”
Dib couldn’t explain why, but a part of him really loved this. This side of Zim – the darker, more sinister alien he’d known as a kid – along with the teasing and the desperate desire to keep his mouth shut while knowing at the same time that once a certain spot was tickled, the information would come spilling out of him in an unstoppable rush of incoherent babbling and pleading for mercy.
Interrogation? He wondered through his laughter and squirming. Zim’s arms remained locked around his torso firmly, tickling him in three places at once, gradually forcing Dib to grow more and more desperate. Do I like being tickled into spilling information?
“Last chance, Dib,” Zim said suddenly, bringing the human out of his reverie. “Tell me what you like about teasing me or I will tickle your bad spot and force it out of you.”
Those words! Dib shuddered, their meaning settling over him like a layer of dust he couldn’t shake off. Still, a tiny thrill shot through him at the same time, and before he realized it, he found himself playing along despite his flustered state. “Do your worst. I’ll never tell you anything.”
Zim paused for a moment, slightly thrown off by Dib’s sudden display of bravado. Then, with a wicked grin, he wrapped his legs around Dib’s hips, effectively pinning the boy’s arms to his sides while Zim’s fingers plunged into the tiny crevice that gave him access to Dib’s underarms and dug in relentlessly.
Dib regretted everything immediately. He tossed his head back and laughed, struggling and thrashing but getting absolutely nowhere. If that weren’t enough, Zim not only focused on one of his hot spots with merciless precision – his tongue was still gliding over his neck, making everything tickle so much worse!
“Stop, stop!” Dib pleaded, laughter bursting from his lungs without permission or control. “Please! Zim!”
“Aw, where did all your resolve go, human? I thought you said you’d never tell me anything.” Zim chuckled. “That’s fine by me. I’ll just have to settle for making you beg.”
“I’m begging! I’m begging!” Dib screeched, knowing his laughter was growing louder by the second and unable to do anything about it. He laughed and laughed for a good minute, allowing all the tension to leave his body with it before finally caving. “Stop! Please! I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”
“Yes, you will talk.” Zim’s voice was in that low and sinister register that Dib found so effective. “And I will not stop tickling until you do. So spill it, you helpless Earth worm.”
Good lord, who taught Zim how to tease like that?!
“Agh! All right, all right!” Dib cried, still laughing as he sputtered, “I l-like teasing you because I l-like watching you lose control a-and hearing you beg!” He continued to laugh for another few seconds, then implored, “Please, stop! That’s all, I swear!”
“I don’t wish to stop,” Zim replied, his voice lighter now, more playful. “I wish to hear you laugh more.”
“Zim!” Dib pleaded, struggling. “Please! You can tickle me after dinner! All night if you want! Please – my dad will be calling us down any second!”
At that Zim did stop, allowing Dib only a few moments of recovery before humming, “I can tickle you all night, can I?”
Dib groaned. When was he going to learn to keep his mouth shut?! “W-Well…okay, maybe not all night, but I’ll let you tickle me after dinner, I promise!”
“Until you have to say the safe word?”
“Y-Yeah. Sure.”
Finally, Zim released his hold on Dib and scooted so he was sitting next to the human, who quickly tried to re-comb his hair with his fingers and straighten his clothes out like he hadn’t just been tickled into submission by his best friend.
“You like to watch me lose control and hear me beg, then?” Zim asked, his tone curious.
Dib sighed, blushing, unable to make eye contact. “I…yeah. It’s cute to watch you crumble into giggles when I tickle the right spots. And hearing you beg…I don’t know. There’s just something really satisfying about hearing you yell ‘please.’ Since you love being tickled so much it’s hard to get you to actually beg me, but when you do and I can hear how desperate you are, it’s just…” He swallowed, shrugged. “It’s…intoxicating.”
“Perhaps now you see why I enjoy tickling you so much, Dib. Our reasons are not so different. I like when you are at my mercy and both of us know it.”
Dib blushed. “Yeah…I guess you’re right.”
“Boys!” Professor Membrane called from downstairs. “Dinner’s ready! Whatever you find so funny, pull it together and get down here!”
Zim and Dib stared at each other, eyes wide, blushes darkening.
“He…he heard us?” Dib asked.
“He heard you,” Zim replied, getting to his feet. “I was under control.”
“You were able to cover your mouth! I couldn’t do that!”
“No. But it was so delicious to hear you laugh like that. I couldn’t allow you to cover it up.”
Dib grumbled under his breath as he unlocked the door. “So when he asks what we were laughing at, what are we going to tell him?”
Zim shrugged nonchalantly as he breezed past Dib out the door. “I don’t care. As long as I still get to tickle you afterward.”
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Seeing Green Ch.8
Marinette didn't sleep well after Damian left. As she sat in her hotel room; blinds closed and window locked, she just couldn't sleep, couldn't force out the mental image of Chat Noir and his nightly activities.
Had he done that back in Paris too? Was that why he visited her balcony so often?
"Tikki…" Marinette closed her eyes tightly, feeling the bile rise up her throat as the emotions rolled through her in waves. After a few shuddery breaths, she turned to look at the kwami. "Tikki, I need to take away Chat Noir's ring. He's not my partner anymore, he doesn't remind me of my kitty anymore. He's… he's a monster now."
"He was probably tainted by the Black Cat miraculous, that's probably why he's been acting like this." Tikki murmured, her antennae visibly drooping as she left her usual cookie untouched. She just wasn't feeling hungry tonight.
"What do you mean?" Marinette's eyes narrowed a fraction as she took in Tikki's words. She reached out, laying a gentle finger on Tikki's head, gently petting her. "What do you mean?"
The nervous look Tikki gave her set off alarm bells in Marinette's head.
" Marinette… You are a perfect Ladybug, because you are a true Ladybug. Your entire life, your entire being breathes creation. You are perfect to hold the Miraculous. But Chat Noir… He is not a true black cat, there was no true black cat in all of Paris. But Master Fu knew that if he gave out the Ladybug miraculous, the Black Cat miraculous would have to be as well, or there would be a great imbalance of power. So since he isn't the true Black Cat, the miraculous slowly gave him negative effects. I'm sorry, Marinette, I didn't think things would get this bad."
"Why wasn't I ever told?" Marinette pulled back, on her feet in an instant. Hot tears flooded her eyes as she began shivering once again. "I understand why at first, but I'm the Guardian now, Tikki, I can't be kept in the dark like that! For the past three years, you didn't think to tell me?"
"I'm sorry!" Tikki felt herself tear up too, seeing the hurt in the young Guardian's eyes. "Please, Marinette, I wanted to tell you, but Hawkmoth wasn't defeated yet and I didn't want things to get complicated because of that and us end up losing! I just miss Duusu and Nooroo so much!"
Marinette watched helplessly as Tikki began to cry. She wanted to be angry because she knew that if Chat Noir had had his Miraculous taken away before now, then maybe he wouldn't have become so horrible. But she pulled Tikki into a gentle hug, trying to soothe her. When one thought they lost their friend forever, only to find they were alive, but under the control of some horrible people, you'd do anything to get them back.
"I'm sorry for snapping, Tikki… I will get them back, I promise. I don't blame you, nor do I blame Plagg for what happened. I know Paris really needed us." Marinette whispered, curling up on her bed, both of them allowing themselves a good cry.
When six am came, Marinette got up and ready for the day on only three hours of sleep. She texted Alix and the others, as well as Eva. A nice early breakfast would be nice, before the rest of the class got up and bothered them. She clenched her eyes shut, dreading the jeering of Alya and Lila. Why did it hurt so much? Why must everything hurt so much? Why couldn’t she just ever be happy?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knocking at her door. With a tired sigh, Marinette grabbed her winter jacket and her purse, then opened the door. The sight of Adrien Agreste greeted her as he gave her a smile.
“Good morning, Marinette!” His grin widened, and he held out a cup of coffee towards her, taking a sip from his own cup. “I got you coffee.”
Marinette frowned, eyeing her former crush carefully. She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway, raising a brow.
“What do you want, Adrien?”
“...” Something flickered in his green eyes before he looked down, appearing shamefaced. He shuffled his feet carefully, before letting out a long sigh. “I’m sorry, Marinette. I had a talk with Miss Bourbon last night and she helped me realize that I was never a really good friend. I was an enabler for Lila’s behaviour and I should have stuck up for you.”
“Adrien-” Marinette reached out for him, but the young model quickly pulled back.
“No! I was horrible, Marinette. You see.. My father, he always made sure I was quiet, I made to never cause conflict because that would be an inconvenience, a mark on the Agreste name. My father groomed me to be this perfect, quiet robot and I let that make me a bad friend.” Adrien teared up and sniffled. Marinette, despite herself, felt her heart melt a little. She reached out and pulled him into a tight hug, letting him cry into her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Mari, I am so, so sorry..”
Marinette was quiet for awhile until she pulled away. Those red rimmed green eyes of his made the guilt in her gut squirm. She offered him a small smile, taking the coffee he offered.
“Well… If you want to start making up for it, you can join me and Alix for breakfast. I won’t take no for an answer.” Mari winked playfully before taking a long swig of the much needed coffee. She was exhausted, so maybe she’d take a nap in the taxi on the way to the mall with Juleka and Rose to help them find some dresses for the gala. Usually she’d offer to make them, but with the gala being in only two days, she didn’t really have the time.
“I’d love to join you for breakfast, princess, I could eat a horse.” Adrien took her arm and slowly began guiding her down the hall.
Marinette smiled, but it stopped halfway as warning bells began blaring in her head. What had he just called her?
The edges of her vision darkened and she felt her legs go to jelly. Her eyes instantly darted to Adrien’s hand, noticing the ring at last, before they darted back to his eyes. Eyes that had a sickening of glee to them as he grinned, gathering her into his arms as she fell unconscious.
“I’m sorry, my lady, but you left me no choice. I can’t lose you to a monster, afterall.”
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Alix glanced down at her phone impatiently, standing around the lobby with Nino, Kim, Juleka and Rose. They were supposed to be having breakfast by now, then Miss Bourbon was going to take them to the mall. A different mall from the last one, of course.
“Marinette is late again.” Rose sighed, rummaging through her purse that was decorated in unicorns soaring on rainbows.
“Miss Bourbon too.” Kim checked his phone, looking through his messages from Ondine, a bored expression on his face. “I understand Marinette, that girl’s always late for something.”
So the group waited, and waited. Soon two hours went by and other members of the class walked by and shot the group scornful looks.
Then Miss Bourbon rushed from the elevators, dark shadows visible under her eyes and dressed in a long sleeved turtleneck and jeans, as well as her high heels.
“Good morning, everyone! I’m sorry that I overslept, I had a busy night last night!” Eva smiled brightly, before her gaze flickers over their faces and a frown appeared. “Where’s Marinette?”
“Still in her room, probably.” Kim muttered and slid his phone into his pocket. “Now we have to eat breakfast with the gullible attack dogs.”
“Let’s just go get her! Maybe her alarm just didn’t go off!” Alix snapped softly, crossing her arms as she stormed towards the elevators as soon as Alya and Lila entered the lobby. Lila let out a surprised cry when Alix shoved by her just as she exited the elevator, and turned to snap at her, but the doors were already closing.
When they did, Lila turned back to the small group and got her signature smile; a smile that signalled the predator was about to pounce on their prey. It made Juleka roll her eyes as she pulled Rose close.
"How about we all get ahead on that breakfast?" Evangeline spoke up, also sensing the attack Lila was gearing up for as the Italian's gaze settled on Nino.
"Oh my, Nino, I haven't seen you in forever, I do hope there's no hard feelings." Lila's pouted as she strode up to the boy, setting a hand on his arm as he just glared at her. "Alya feels so bad about what she did…"
"I'm sure she does." Nino snapped, his hands curling into fists. Alya still hadn't apologized. When Nino tried to return the dress, they'd found out Lila had already shed the receipt and had taken the tag off of the dress. That had led to Nino calling his and Alya's parents, explaining everything. Alya was now expecting to fork over all of the money she stole from him, of which she has not yet done. "Can you just leave me alone, Lila? I'm not really in the mood."
"Oh? That's a pity, I was going to discuss with you your interest in mature women." That grin came back, her green eyes narrowed a fraction.
Before Nino could ask what she meant, Alix came stumbling out of the elevators, looking pale.
"She isn't in her room, which looks like it's been torn apart. Her door last left wide open, and I found her purse on the floor in the hall." Alix held up the small purse Marinette usually wore, visibly shaken.
The group watched as Evangeline stormed over to the hotel's front desk and began yelling for the police to be called.
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Damian watched as Cass taped pictures of Chat Noir to basically every punching bag they had in their personal gym. Jason taking out daggers and such for Marinette, claiming that the girl probably had a lot of frustrations she wanted to work out. Dick smirked at that and pointed at the bruises on Jason's neck, joking that he must be working out a lot of frustrations too. Damian tried his best to tune them out as his mind wandered a bit. He wondered how well Marinette could fight against Cass, against any of his brothers, against him.
"You're thinking too hard." Dick poked Damian in the side of the head, drawing the young man out of his thoughts, before shooting a glare to his oldest brother. "Just relax, we've seen the videos of Ladybug fighting, Marinette obviously has some skill."
"But there's magic involved when she's Ladybug shot out." Damian snapped out, before he stood and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself. Marinette wasn't some damsel in distress, besides, this training could be good for her, for her reflexes and her hand to hand combat, so Damian knew he shouldn't be stressing. But for some odd reason, he was on edge, panicky, a feeling he had never really dealt with before.
Then in unison, everyone's comms beeped. Damian quickly pulled his out of his pocket and read the messages being sent out on police scanners. And felt his blood run to ice.
"He's got her." Cass whispered, before turning sharply to Kate who had just entered the room, also holding her comm. "Fucking dammit, the pervy cat has her, who else would kidnap her?!"
"I knew I should have gotten him last night!" Regret flashed in Kate's eyes as she stared down at the messages on her screen. "But he disappeared before I could even put a tracker on him."
"I would have rather you'd cut off his left hand." Cass muttered sourly, looking over as Damian was on his feet in an instant, rushing towards one of the hidden entrances to the Bat Cave. The rest of them exchanged glances before following quickly behind.
When they got down, Bruce was already in costume and at the computers with Red Robin, a map of Gotham city on the screen.
"We can't track her phone, it's still at the hotel from what the police have gathered. Her room was a mess, but they couldn't find anything of interest." Batman sighed as he eyed the map carefully, noting how Damian's hands curled into fists. "We'll find her. Red Hood, Robin, you're both coming with me to scope out the hotel. The rest of you will search around Gotham, look for any clues. Chat Noir is probably in an unhinged state, as he obviously has been escalating for quite some time."
"He's going to hurt her." Damian whispered, his hands slowly curling into fists as he stated at the screen. She could be anywhere in Gotham, and they had no possible clues of where to find her. "If she fights against him, he'll definitely hurt her…"
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Marinette groaned as she slowly came to. She felt nauseous and her limbs ached. She went to cradle her head in her hands, but her hands were forced to stop short. Once her vision cleared, she looked up at her wrists, spotting the rope that bound them to a pole.
Her eyes darted around, seeing she was laying on her back in a large empty looking warehouse. Adrenaline kicked in and she began frantically tugging at her bonds.
"It's no use, Ladybug, you're not getting out of this one." Chat Noir soon appeared in her line of sight, grinning as he dropped to his knees beside her, reaching out and gently cupping her face in his clawed hands. "Look at you, finally all mine, that spoiled rich boy can't hurt you now."
"Chat…?" Marinette croaked out, her throat feeling as if it were on fire. "Why am I here? What are you doing?"
"I'm protecting you, silly bug." Chat knelt beside her, his hands moving to cup her face. His thumb brushed slowly over her lower lip, his eyes full of admiration. "Soon you and I can be together forever, with no one brainwashing you to think we aren't soulmates."
"Chat… Chat, let me go, please!" Marinette struggled once again against her bonds, but trembled when Chat ran his claws lightly down the sides of her face; not enough to break skin, but just enough pressure to threaten to. "Please, this is a misunderstanding!"
"I want you to transform, Ladybug, become your beautiful self for me." Chat added on the pressure and Marinette whimpered as small pricks of blood swelled in her cheeks.
"I can't… My kwami isn't even here.."
The cold gaze Char sent her caused bile to rise in her throat.
"No worries, my lady I guess I'll just have to make due with what I have."
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The hotel visit had been no help at all. Her friends didn't think she had even left the hotel, her teacher was useless as always, and Alya just went on and on about how Marinette liked to start drama.
"I did see Marinette the other night with a strange man." Robin overhead Lila Rossi talking to one of the officers at the hotel, a look of 'concern' clear on her face. "It was a much older man, old enough to be her father. He was balding, from what I remember, with a goatee. They seemed very friendly, he was touching her a lot.."
Robin wasn't sure if he was actually hearing what he was hearing. Was this girl deliberately trying to make it so that the investigation would go off course? It took everything within Robin not to go over there and violently shake her.
"Please, let me help somehow!" His gaze then settled to a shaken Eva who was practically falling into Red Hood's arms, gripping his upper arms to hold herself up as she was shaking badly. "Please, I need to help, please."
"We can handle it." Robin snapped out before he could stop himself. But they didn't need a weepy woman trying to get herself into danger, most likely making things worse if she got in the way. "You'll just be a hassle. We're trained in this sort of this, you're just a civilian."
"I.. I understand." A shadow fell over Eva's expression, before she turned towards Red Hood, her hand sliding into his and giving it a tight squeeze. "Please… please save her, she's like a little sister to me."
"Don't worry, Vixen, we'll get her back, and I'll bring you back the head of whoever took her." Red Hood touched her cheek faintly, before both vigilantes turned to see Batman exiting the elevator with one of the detectives. "Got anything yet, Batman?"
"No." Batman growled under his breath, before heading out the front doors. "We'll go and join the canvas of Gotham. Surely someone noticed someone carrying the body of an unconscious teen girl."
"It's basically a regular thing in Gotham." Robin snapped out, following close behind.
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Tikki kept herself hidden wherever she could, having to change often as the police searched every inch of Marinette's hotel room, even through all of her luggage, and every compartment. Tikki had to admit, they were very thorough.
The kwami watched as Batman entered and left, no one finding any evidence of where Marinette could have gone.
Tikki knew she had to go to this Batman and guide him to where Chat Noir was, but she had to wait until everyone cleared out.
Once the police all left the room, she went to fly out to chase after them, but stopped short when Evangeline entered. Tikki hesitated, before turning her gaze to Marinette's massive suitcase. A suitcase in which none of the police had found the secret compartment, the false bottom.
The kwami flew down as soon as the TA turned her back, and carefully unlatched the secret compartment of the suitcase.
When Eva turned around, she saw the large red and black box spill out onto the floor. Without a word, she reached for it.
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WIBAR Intermission: Making Adjustments (1)
welcome to the first chapter of the intermission! if you’re new to this AU, you can find the first chapter here and the ao3 story here!
warnings: tension, blood, fear, nightmares, medical torture, needle mention
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Virgil’s first impression of their ship was that it looked a lot less futuristic than Star Wars would have had him believe.
It was less ‘fighter jet’ and more ‘classic UFO’ in style, cylindrical and all curves instead of edges. The panels on it seemed to be made of some obsidian-like metal, glinting in the storm’s light. He didn’t know how it compared with other ships, seeing as he’d spent most of his time in space stuck in a cell on one, and thus didn’t have many references.
Oh his shoulder, Patton shook, spraying water from his ruff of feathers like a dog after a bath. Virgil squinted as a few droplets hit his face, and ignored the odd staring that the thin, willowy alien- Logan?- was doing. If Patton’s friend had something to say to him, he could say it outright, because Virgil wasn’t a mind reader.
... Were there aliens that could read minds?
Patton tapped his shoulder with a clawed finger, pointing at a slight imprint in the ship. “There’s the door! Luckily, we’ve got one of the bigger models since Roman is on the larger end of the alien size scale! You’ll fit just fine.”
“Lucky isn't the word I would use.” Virgil’s shoulders rose slightly as he caught the grumble from a few feet behind him, unheard by Patton’s duller ears. If he wasn’t so on edge, he’d be annoyed. If Roman was going to shit-talk him, he could at least do it in something other than Common so Virgil didn’t have to listen to it.
It was already difficult enough just letting the Crav’on walk behind him; everything in Virgil screamed danger at even the smallest movement from the bulky alien. At a squat five foot, Roman wasn’t able to loom over Virgil, but his spike-like scales were all fully extended, making him look like a mix between an angry cat and a porcupine. His rigid, shell-like ears kept twitching, and frankly, Virgil was expecting to get one of those scales through his spine any minute now.
Patton shifted eagerly, his feathers fluffing in a way that meant he wanted down, and Virgil swiftly crouched to allow the Ampen an easier trip to the ground. Both of the others twitched at the fast movement, and he barely repressed the urge to flinch in response. Showing his nerves would only make them more anxious. Conceal, don’t feel, ect.
As promised, he only had to duck his head slightly to get through the ship’s main entry door, and the hallways were luckily tall enough that he could pass through in his customary slouch. He couldn’t help but stare like an idiot as Patton led him through the ship’s passages, getting glimpses of other rooms full of the alien versions of furniture and books. Such normal, everyday objects, but for a while he’d never thought he’d get to see them again.
Roman and Logan accompanied them, as though the moment they let Patton out of their sight, he’d vanish. Though he suspected this in large had to do with the Ampen dragging around an entire Human, he could understand it. He’d also do just about anything to keep Patton safe, after all. He couldn’t blame them for it when he himself had a panic attack nearly every time the Ampen had left for a town to get supplies without him.
“Here!” Patton announced, guiding him into what was probably a bathroom. The Ampen leapt up onto the counter, pulling a white cylindrical container from one of the shelves. “We’ve got plenty of bandages for when Roman gets himself into trouble. Can you rinse that scratch off for me?”
Virgil nodded and spent a moment fiddling with the sink while Roman protested loudly, something about defending his honor and trouble finding him. Once he managed to get the water running, he carefully peeled his sleeve away from his cheek, wincing when the fibers pulled at the newly clotted blood. Logan appeared at his side and offered him a dark cloth towel, making him jump in surprise. “Uh, thanks.”
After a fair amount of delicate washing and applying some basic disinfectant spray, Patton gestured for him to crouch. His eyes flickered to the other two, who were watching him with fascination and disgust, respectively. He… didn’t particularly want to be more exposed than he already was in front of them, Roman especially, but it was Patton asking, and what right did he have to deny Patton anything? He folded down into range of his little clawed hands, trying not to shiver at the cool air on the back of his neck.
Patton carefully applied gauze and tape all along the injury, making him feel like an underdressed mummy. “There! They’re pretty shallow, so they should heal up in no time with your healing rate!”
“Thanks, Pat.” He quickly rose back to a standing position, shoulders slouched.
The Ampen beamed at him, and Virgil felt more than saw the other two aliens stiffen. He let the edge of his mouth curl up in response, but carefully didn’t show any teeth. Never let it be said that he didn’t learn.
“Patton.” Logan reached out with one of his upper arms, settling crystalline fingers onto Patton’s shoulder. The Ampen leaned into the touch with a melodic hum. “Perhaps we could settle in the living quarters. We have a lot to catch up on.”
Virgil glanced between them, remembering that they were Patton’s real friends, and they’d been looking for Patton for ages, and had somehow managed to track them down where a huge smuggling organization had failed. Patton no doubt missed them just as much, his antennae fluffed out the way they were when he was truly happy.
He wasn’t about to ruin their happy reunion by making the others uncomfortable or worse, afraid. He couldn’t do that to Patton, even if his chest ached with the certainty that his welcome would only be temporary. Maybe the less he intruded, the longer they’d let him stay?
He cleared his throat awkwardly, drawing their attention. “I’m tired. Is it okay if I…?”
Patton frowned in worry and Roman sneered, but Logan was the one to speak, extra arms tucked behind his back politely. “Of course. We have a guest room, though it’s not particularly furnished at the moment.”
Virgil’s shoulders dropped a little at the idea of having some space to himself to breathe. “Yeah, that works perfect. Thank you.”
Once they reached the room, Patton was beckoning him down into a crouch again so he could check his head for ‘human illnesses’. Virgil chuckled quietly, still all-too-aware of the foreign eyes on him.
“No fever, Pat. I’m a little… too-much, right now.” He carefully moved Patton’s hand from his forehead and patted it like he was handling precious glass. “I’ll be okay. You said… they’re safe, yeah?”
Patton nodded exuberantly. “I would trust them with my life, Vee.” He paused, antennae flicking back and forth in uncertainty. “I… can I come check in later?”
Virgil felt himself soften further, well aware of Patton’s nerves at separating. He felt the same way, after all. “Always.”
Patton nodded again, gently bumping his head against the underside of Virgil’s chin before finally withdrawing. He watched as the three of them began to walk down the hall, Patton waving with a tiny hand and Roman shooting him a glare, and then ducked into the guest room, making sure to leave the sliding door partially open.
It was plain but had all the necessities, which was all Virgil really cared about, considering he’d been sleeping on the dirt ground for the past month. He checked the perimeter of the room carefully, exploring every corner and door.
Rationally, he knew there shouldn’t be any danger hidden away here, but he was too used to making sure his and Patton’s campsite wouldn’t be found by any stray locals. Habits that kept one alive were hard to break.
Eventually the paranoid itch in the back of his mind was satisfied, and he crawled into the bed, which was more of a hollow egg-shape, stuffed full of mounds of soft bedding. It was easily large enough for him, thankfully, and he settled in to sleep.
…
Sleep didn’t come.
Ridiculously enough, it was because he was too comfortable. The room was cool and quiet and dark, with no weather or local insects to worry about hurting Patton, but it was also wide and exposed to anyone who walked past his door. The bedding was soft and smooth, but clean enough that he felt bad for sprawling his dirty body across it.
He wondered vaguely if he could maybe shower, and then dismissed the thought. He didn’t even know what the supplies or facilities were like on this ship, and he really didn’t want to be without his clothes until he was sure one of the others weren’t going to attack him.
After what seemed like hours of tossing and turning, he gave in and dragged a thin blanket along to one of the odd circular storage cabinets in the room. It had a flat bottom, and it was hard and enclosed from any passerby, and that was enough for him. He had to fold his body slightly to fit in it fully, but he’d slept in worse conditions. Much worse.
Within moments, his eyelids drooped, and he was out.
He woke up strapped to a table, which was never a very pleasant way to wake. Above him, aliens in full-body protective suits muttered and babbled clinically in Common that was too complex for him to understand. He couldn’t struggle, stuck in his body looking out as he was stuck with needles and tubes.
At least this time whatever drug they had used to paralyze him was keeping him from feeling the pain.
His vision blurred in and out of focus, mind drifting as he watched bits and pieces of himself be cut away.
Suddenly, all the harvesters seemed to vanish, stepping back out of sight. He wished he could turn his head to see them, make sure they weren’t doing anything without him knowing, but what difference did it make? It wasn’t like he could do anything about it.
The horror of the situation only began to settle in fully when the Machine appeared at his side. His eyes locked onto its glossy surface immediately, his breaths coming quicker and quicker as gloved hands strapped cold bands around his forehead and wrists.
They flipped him over, and even though all he could see was the table, he knew the moment they’d attached the barbed metallic strip to his back, right along his spinal cord. His nerves jumped, feeling jolting through them again, minutes too late.
He had already been dumped in the arena, a room with cold white walls and windows set into the ceiling for harvesters to look down on him and whatever unlucky bastard they threw in with him today.
His gaze was drawn back down to the door lifting on the other side of the chamber. Speak of the devil.
Virgil rolled to his feet, ignoring the ache of his body to prepare himself. Almost all of the aliens they paired him with came out of the door ready to maul him, be it from anger, or drugs, or simple terror. He’d gotten enough scars trying to talk them down, enough to know the futility of it.
When the door rose, however, he knew the face behind it. Patton?
It was as though the past months had never happened, like they were meeting in that cell for the first time again. Patton shook and trembled, scrambling back against the door as it swung shut after him. Virgil felt something in him ache at the sight.
He opened his mouth to reassure him, tried to kneel and reduce the difference in height between them, to look as nonthreatening as possible. Patton, I would never hurt you.
His body was silent. It took a step forward without Virgil’s input. And then another. And then he was suddenly there, inches away from the Ampen, hand reaching out for his throat and Patton let out a desperate wail, the one he’d only heard once, just before their escape—
Virgil jerked awake like he’d been electrocuted by a guard taser, choking on his own spit as he struggled to breathe.
Just a dream. Just a dream.
He tried to concentrate, reaching out with a feather-light (never careless, never harmful) touch for the reassuring, fluffy weight of his friend against him. All he found was air, and his fear levels shot up into panic attack territory. Where was Patton? Patton wasn’t there, Patton was gone, Patton was-
Patton was home. Patton was safely bundled into bed with his real family, the ones that didn’t have violent, horrifying nightmares.
The memories of the past however many hours hit him, then, and his hands fell limp back to his sides. He shouldn’t be feeling this way, he knew, because Patton was safe and happy here, and that was what the Ampen deserved. That was what mattered, not his stupid little hurt feelings over the fact that Patton’s friends definitely hated him. He dragged a hand over his face tiredly, mouth sour with the knowledge that he was a bad friend.
All intent to sleep gone, he attempted to reach for the cabinet door, only to find empty air. He blinked, squinting in the dark, and found it easily enough. He’d apparently kicked out in his nightmare, because his right foot was stuck in the detached cabinet door, driven through the white material like it was cheap plaster. Oops.
This made it considerably more difficult to maneuver his body out of the cabinet, but he managed without driving the splintered door into his ankle too much. Still stung terribly when he pulled it off though, leaving several fresh new scrapes. Hopefully those wouldn’t get infected.
The door to his temporary room was still partially open, thankfully, and he quietly nudged it further to slip out into the hallway. The lights had been dimmed partially, probably to simulate night and keep them on a routine sleep schedule. The smugglers hadn’t bothered with light cycles for his cell, leaving one corner of the room darkened at all times for whenever he got exhausted enough to sleep. It was a nice change.
Aimless beyond an urge to ascertain Patton’s safety, he wandered the ship near-silently, glancing at any open doors he passed and attempting to figure out what the purpose of them was from what little he could see in the rooms. There were helpful labels on some of the doors, but he still didn’t know how to read the written form of Common. Patton had offered to teach him, but there wasn’t much time to waste writing in the dirt while they were on the run.
Still slightly out of it from his nightmare, Virgil almost walked right into one of Roman’s sharp-edged scales before realizing he was there. He froze, breath catching in his lungs as he waited for the bulky alien to notice him there at his side. The alien turned his head slowly, the horns atop it forming a distinct crown silhouette.
Roman’s red eyes were just light enough in color to be picked out from the rest of his face, and Virgil watched in disbelief as they passed over him without a second glance. The alien shuddered slightly, the movement making his scales rattle and shift, and then turned away to tromp back down the hall.
Night vision, Virgil suddenly recalled, thinking about how often he’d had to guide Patton through terrain in the dark. He’d thought it might have just been an Ampen thing, but it looked like Roman’s species didn’t see into shadows too well either. He let out a slow breath, watching as Roman began his circuit anew. He could only assume that the area he was patrolling was where the others were resting. Of course Roman would be up to guard them from the human.
Guess he wouldn’t be able to check on Patton after all.
Suddenly more tired than before, he waited until Roman’s back was turned and then bolted back the way he’d come on silent feet.
Well. It wasn’t like he hadn’t spent sleepless nights alone before now. A few more on a new ship wouldn’t hurt, since he couldn’t imagine it would be long before he was back to sleeping out on hostile planets.
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2020 July Update
Things have gone slowly... again.
The good news is that the game is now submitted to the console "authority" and it's entirely off my hands. Once it gets through the console "checking" process, it can get a release date and we can sprint towards release. Until then, it'd be at least a month's wait or more until I hear anything. Understandably, their checking process is impacted by Corona, so wait times are increased.
On my end, I was also slow to submit the game. I submitted it late late June, since I ended up spending 7 weeks fixing bugs (and not 2-3 weeks like I estimated in the last blog post). There were just SO many bugs - now squished, thankfully. Since this is a blog post, I'll talk about what kind of bugs I've been fixing.
The other thing that slowed down the submission process was simply due to unfamiliarity with how these submissions proceed. There were pages and pages of stuff to read, guidelines to follow, and legalese to wade through. It really made me wish I had a publisher to guide me through the process. But I was able to clear it with a couple days work. I had an impression that the submission process went like A->B->C->D, with no room for concurrency. Turns out I could have done steps B & C at the same time and sped things up by 2 weeks... So that's that. I'm taking that as a lesson for next time.
The Console Revealed
What is this console that I talk about so stealthily? So that this blog update isn't completely unexciting, I'll reveal which console I've been working on until now. Drumroll please!
It's Switch!
We actually got the Switch dev kit in late 2017. From my understanding, around this time in the USA, the Switch kit was quite hard to get for indies as it was just starting out and high in demand. So I was surprised that my application got approved. I didn't know it then, but the game would still need a few more years of development...
Tweaking performance and fixing bugs
Here you can see my "expert" playtest setup. Since the Switch is more powerful while docked, I needed to playtest it in handheld mode, so I could catch and profile any problem areas where the framerate was unsteady. The most common thing that caused framerate drops were areas that went overboard with lighting. For these areas, I'd tweak or swap out the lights with alternatives that looked similar while also being less computationally intensive. Maintaining 60 FPS is a must!
An old camera (Nikon D3100) trained at the screen recorded my playthrough and would let me rewind to any moment a bug occurred. It could only record in 10 minute chunks, so I'd have to repeatedly repress the record button. On the plus side, because it's so old the movie file sizes were small and convenient.
The number one bug that I tracked and fixed in the past two months was what I dub the "Gear Ring De-equip" bug. The Gear Ring functions as customizable shortcut keys for the player to map items and tools (see an old video demonstration HERE). Through regular use of the inventory, somehow the equipped items on the Gear Ring would be de-equipped. It was an elusive bug since the de-equip event would happen very quietly and you would only suspect something had gone wrong much later. By then, the trail had gone cold and you weren't sure if a de-equip had actually occurred or if the player had simply de-equipped the item themselves. Two other playtesters noted that something left the Gear Ring in their playthrough, but I dismissed them. "Are you sure you didn't just de-equip it yourself?" It was a bug that bred mistrust and discord. I didn't truly believe it until it happened to me...
Luckily, with the camera setup, I was finally able to track it. In the literal 67th video, I caught a live instance of the bug occurring. After which, it was all too easy to recreate the exact same inventory and gear ring setup and replicate it.
(With this exact item layout, combine the 2nd item with the 14th item... and viola! Gear Ring de-equip!)
After fixing this bug, I then proceeded to fix it 5 more times. Every time I fixed it, it would later reappear through a different mechanism.
Why do bugs like this happen? Underneath, there are two lists of items. Tools on the right and items on the left. Items can occur multiple times because they're consumable. Both lists start counting their indexes with the value 0. However, both items and tools co-exist on the gear ring. So to uniquely identify an entry you need both the item ID and the data index. Failure to check both data types resulted in bugs like the Gear Ring de-equip. Now throw in a bunch of item operations that can confuse the system. You can split items, combine items, swap items, or discard items. The more freedom you allow, the more ways there are for the system to trip up.
If you didn't get all that, that's alright. It was needlessly complicated. Imagine doing more and better and with less code and less bugs! Such a thing is possible if you start with the right design. I'm definitely taking notes here on how to design inventory systems for next time. In the meanwhile, I'm very confident I've squished all inventory related bugs.
Other bugs squashed and features implemented in the past 2 months include the end game arts not unlocking properly, collection percentages climbing beyond 100, stray doors floating in the sky, low HP sfx blaring when loading different files, balance tweaks on bosses, a max HP display when the menu is open - too many to count really! It was only after I fixed them all that I was confident enough to move forward with submitting the game. I apologize for the delay this will cause!
PC version back in progress
You may recall in the March 2020 update I talk about how in pursuing the Switch version, I unwittingly ruined the PC version. Well, since the game is "done" now and I'm waiting for it to go through the checking process, I've started working to reclaim the PC version.
And there is some good news to report. The PC version can compile again! Of course, it will need to have some work done, since it was late 2017 when I last had a functioning PC build.
The opening menu is broken, the underlying save file system needs to be updated, and the controls... oh Lord, the controls. Controls were probably the #1 factor in pushing me to pursue a console version first. There are just so many controller options. Even just the usual suspects are numerous: Xbox, Nintendo, Sony, Logitech, Hori, 8Bitdo, Steam...
One of the number one complaints received regarding the flash game (which was keyboard primarily) was that I didn't allow controller rebinding to start. It was then that I learned of the vast array of different keyboard types.
(Ever heard of an Azerty keyboard?)
I shan't make the same mistake twice! One of the things I'll definitely tackle is the Right/Left face button feud when it comes to which should one should be 'confirm' and which one is 'cancel'. I want to allow the player to choose which is their "YES" and "NO" preference and allow that to overlap other actions like Attack or Jump.
Even after control bindings are taken care of, some things just won't translate well. The right control stick is currently used to access the gear ring and for fishing. Keyboards have no right stick. Aiming the crossbow with a full 360 degrees of range is done with the left control stick - if keyboard only, would the crossbow simply be locked to the 8 cardinal directions? What about those tutorial prompts with button graphics (e.g. "Press 'B' to Jump"). If using the playstation controller, it'd need to be the CROSS symbol. How many button graphics are we gonna load into the text module? What if the player, mid-playthrough, decides to swap out controllers? Indeed, there are many issues to tackle where controls are concerned...
Perhaps I'm overthinking it because even some AAA games get this wrong (Dark Souls has 'B' as 'Yes' on Switch, and it's not remappable, which I find quite annoying). I've seen games on consoles where the controls wouldn't mention the console's controller at all but instead mention a mouse and keyboard. Or, if you remapped the controls, the tutorial prompts still showed the old control bindings, making for a confusing experience. I definitely want to do the controls justice, so this will take some time.
Phoenotopia DISCORD Channels
Ryan and Firana have been running a Phoenotopia discord since late 2017, which I promoted on this blog once. It's been a couple years and it turns out that the old discord link I promoted expired. It's long overdue, but their channel could use another shoutout. Here's their channel : https://discord.gg/cnjrYST
Also, Khalid recently reached out to me about creating a Phoenotopia discord as well. I see no reason why we can't have 2 or more discords, so he has created that one with my blessing as well. You can find his discord here : https://discord.gg/cfnsCwy
I personally don't use Discords, since I'm very busy and there's too much new tech to keep up with. I hear there's a Tik Tok now? Should I create a Tik Tok for Phoenotopia? Hmmm...
Anyway, if you'd like to chat with other people who are similarly enthused for Phoenotopia, do check them out!
Fan Arts
We have five new fanart submissions this time around from regulars and new alike.
Cody G. returns with this pair of sketches of Gail. One seeks to answer the question, "how is Gail so strong?" Cody's answer is that under her sleeves she's actually really buff! This might be the most ripped rendition of Gail yet. Also, in the right drawing, the letter 'E' kinda melds with her bat, making it look like a keyblade!
What if Gale was a Shrek character? A new artist, Samu Kajin, from tumblr answers that question with a rendition of Gail sporting ogre style antennae. Samu Kajin says she can be called "Gaek" or "Shrale". I like the poncho!
Shafiyahh returns with a pretty portrait of Gail. Unlike their previous digital pieces, this one was made with color pencils! I like how her hair blends pink and purple colors together, and this pattern is also present in the eyes. Reminds me of a certain character. And the eyes are so sparkly despite using color pencils! Major props!
Negativus Core also returns with this relevant image of Gail, masked and running, presumably from Corona. It gave me quite a chuckle! I like the angle and tilt of this run pose because you can see the sole of her foot - that's how you know she's at full sprint! A skillful blur localized to her left foot show's just the right amount of motion. Gotta love the robot's expression too!
A rare 3D art has emerged. Dany Q crafted this adorable figure of Gail that is as cute as a button! I like how well it translates the pixel character over to 3D, capturing the 3 stitches on her shirt and even catching her stray strand of hair. It kinda reminds me of a Wallace and Gromit character, so I can picture it moving and animating in that unique claymation style.
Next Time
I'm ~80% confident we can clear the Switch console checking process and drop the trailer with a release date before the next blog post. But once again, if things go slowly, you'll hear from us in 2 months...
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ok so ive drawn a smattering of different Eye Jon designs so i drew all 3 of them together. here they are. two regular (..?) ones and how i figure he might look in the spooky watcher dreams. yeehaw
transcribed text (+a buncha extra design notes! ;) ) under the cut because i know my handwriting is very bad
here’s the different many-eyed jons i draw. a handy guide. with different hairstyles just for funsies
eye jon classic
my fav
a bit more body horror-y, a bit less abstract
double-thumbed nightmare bird hands. cuz why not?
i havent figured out how to give him cool eye-wings yet
yet
some people like associating jon with cats. some like associating him with moths. both of those are cool! check out lazyleafeon’s spectacular art of jon w moth wings and fun eye antennae it absolutely slaps. but like, for me...........crows and ravens. crows and ravens. crows and ravens for jon
ive seen a lot of VERY cool art giving jon cool eye wings. and i would very much like to do that but i havent figured out a way that looks right for me, as of yet. will update as the situation develops. i’ll get it right one of these days!
oh, the hand themselves, so, my original eye-jon design had him with human hands with 6 fingers. just for funsies, really, plus a probably-obvious nod to gravity falls. that didnt quite sit right, so taking a note from my earlier furry au drawings (jon’s a raven in that) gave him crow/raven-inspired hands. the double-thumbs are the evolution of the 6 fingers, plus inspiration from owls. owls have zygodactylous feet; they have 2 toes that point backwards instead of the 1 that most birds do, and i think that translates when anthropomorphized to symmetrical, double-thumbed hands. so that’s why he’s got those fun bird hands.
also i usually draw jon with painted nails but like painted bird claws are ESPECIALLY cute
eye jon v2
the eyes shift around sometimes
i think he looks fun but its way hard to make him emote
he’s like.. i think this version is so cute but its downright impossible to make him show emotion due to the lack of. facial features..
eyebrows, they’re mighty important. very hard to get emotions across without them
the way i see it the eyes are like..in “bands” around certain parts of his body, like his head, arms, legs maybe, and they shift around in that “band”, if that makes sense.
see, this one i kinda like better thematically. the eye is one of the more abstract fears, and as such doesn’t quite mesh as well with the type of body horror i usually go for, like in the Eye Jon Classic design. so this one’s a bit less fleshy, i guess. not quite my personal thing, i like the squishier side of body horror much better, but this one’s fun. and a bit more fitting, i think.
if you look at him from the side he has a nose shape, like he has a nose in silhouette. but if you look at him from the front there is nothing there. why
dream jon
He’s All Eyes
made of Void
Watches.
guess who just relistened to mag120 yaaaaaaayyyyy
so this is how i figure he might look like...in the dreams? yea.
god that episode hurts
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Zoids Saga Fuzors
Go to the Zoids Research Facility, and take the Core Active Ion Small from the left Chest, and the Hellcat Data from the right Chest. Go to the Item and Weapon Shop, and take the Emergency Retreat.
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Zoids Saga III: Fuzors (sometimes just 'Zoids Saga III' or 'Zoids Saga: Fuzors'), is set in the Zoids: Fuzors fictional world, and follows the actions of 'Will'. A good portion of the storyline parallels the Zoids: Fuzors anime. Similar to Zoids Saga there is one city (Blue City) which the player returns to after each segment of the story.
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Ok, I'm a big Zoids fan, and as such, this review focuses on the differences between the styles of this and the preceding series, rather than an more general overview (I won't use Genesis as an example since that is of a vastly different style). Unfortunately, it is very negative.
Firstly, let me start with the Story:
Fuzors basically has no story whatsoever for the vast majority of the series. In the final few episodes, a backstory gets fleshed out and some continuity established, but as this only happens very late-on, it feels more like a justification for why the series occurred in the way it did, rather than an actual plot that naturally developed. Furthermore, the story it does eventually manage to establish is rushed, this, along with the generally poor translations, makes it difficult to draw any praise from the story.
Now, this brings me to draw parallels with Zoids Zero, which also had a very skimpy plot at best. However, the biggest difference with the two series is that Zero is built around battles and comedy, and as such tries to give the viewer fluid fights and funny lines rather than a deep plot. Fuzors does not, and as such has no excuse for the lack of story.
To continue with the story theme, I'll next discuss the Characters:
While Zoids shows are not renowned for their characters, the development of the cast is not handled well in Fuzors at all. For instance, in the first episode, the character 'Amy' walks in to Mach Storm's headquarters and appears to anger some of the main characters. What the show doesn't tell you is that Amy is actually a member of Mach Storm herself. This fact makes it very confusing (to say the least) when she shows up unannounced in later episodes. This is probably the best way of describing the problem with the characters in Fuzors, it simply assumes you know who/what everyone/thing is -rather than actually take the time introduce them.
This is especially true for the Zoids themselves. Many of the Zoids, such as Arosaurers and Gorhecks are totally new Zoids that fans of the previous series would not know anything about -and yet they appear on screen without any kind of introduction at all. To make matters worse, old Zoids that fans would be familiar with from other series are changed abruptly and without reason. For example, the Blade Liger is depicted in the other series as a very rare (if not unique) Zoid. In the first episode of Fuzors, three of them are shown. Another prominent example is the Fuzors variant of Gunsniper, which are all customised to be the same as Leena's heavily modified (and thus unique) Zoid featured in Zero. No explanation for either of these is ever given.
This kind of 'thrust the viewer into the show' serves to confuse new watchers and disenfranchise fans, and is a great detriment to the series. Toward the end of the series, some of the cast's backstory is explained, however this is done in a very rushed manner and fails to justify the terrible job done in the first three-quarters of the series.
Next up is the artwork.
Well, the most important aspect of a Zoids show is the Zoids themselves, so I'll start with them. The models are all done in 3D, but the style is different to the previous series. The models themselves are very detailed, and try to stick closely to the real toy range, with small things like feathers and antennae being included. While such attention to detail may sound good, this is actually a detriment, as it severs to clutter the screen with needless 'wriggly bits' that only serve to distract the viewer. Furthermore, the models are all done in a very bland color scheme, with everything appearing 'cloudy' and dull when compared to the crisp, bright, colors of the previous series.
Compounding this is the fact that most of these included features are simply never used. For example, the Liger Zero Phoenix never fires the bomb or guns that it has on it's back, instead RD usually uses his claws to attack from a distance, which is a big departure from the realism the highly detailed models try to emulate.
While this might be excusable if everything in the series were done in the same style of graphics, this is simply not the case. Bullets and explosions are done in conventional anime style and as such stick out like a sore thumb. They just do not blend at all with the Zoids they are fired from or hit.
But the most noticeable feature of the animation is the movement of the Zoids. The Zoids move in a very awkward and robotic fashion. All of the Zoids featured are extremely rigid and inflexible, thus their movements seem entirely unnatural and unrealistic. This is especially prevalent when the Zoids 'fall over', wherein they appear to do a backflip on the spot rather than actually collapse or stagger. This is easily the biggest complaint I have with the series, especially when comparing with the extraordinarily fluid animations of Zero.
The backgrounds are bland and uninteresting, with very little stand-out features, and as such, the only positive thing I have to say about Fuzor's artwork is the character's design. However, considering that the characters are very unimportant (as they are usually obscured from view inside Zoids) this is largely a moot point.
Finally, is the sound.
Almost all weapons have high-pitched sounds, regardless of what they are actually shooting. As any mech fan could well appreciate, it sounds a bit ridiculous when super-heavy artillery makes a 'pew' sound. Furthermore, RD's voice actor has a very high-pitched voice, as do most of the supporting cast (such as Sigma and Sweet). As the viewer's ears are bombarded constantly by all these high-pitched sounds, it honestly gets annoying.
Other:
Well, there is no section for this, but the quality of translation is very poor. The names of Zoids are often mispronounced or downright wrong.
Overall:
Quite simply Fuzors is a very poorly made anime when taken from the viewpoint of a Zoids fan. The animation is awkward, robotic and dull, the sound effects are annoying and inappropriate, the translations are poor and the story only picks up toward the end of the series, but this simply come along far too late to salvage the series.
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This might sound like a harsh thing to say, but this is one of the worst series I've ever seen. The plot is terrible, and the voice actors are outstandingly bad. The fights are poorly strung together and are terrible to look at. This series was cancelled from US airways for good reason. Although it does get better in the latter half, it's not enough to recover from the terrible first half.
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Zoids fuzors, just like Zoids new century, have teams who uses Zoids to battle each other for entertainment purposes in my opinion. It has been a good series especially when their Zoids combine with each other.
Unfortunately, the story is a bit cliche. Teams battling each other for no explained reason(I might have missed it in the series though). I have only watched the English dub so far and the voice actors are good. Animation is a bit different from previous Zoids series but then impressive when they combine. All in all, it was a good series.
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You Were the Hands That Held Me
Danissa soulmate au. everyone has a soul mate, and any marking that appears on their skin, appears on yours. narcissa’s pov. Kinda angsty, but also fluffy.
tw: self harm, and mentions of abuse kinda
wc: 2363
Narcissa stared at her arm in awe. This was the first time her soulmate had ever drawn something on her skin. She had felt the same cuts and bruises her soulmate had received, just like everyone else, but this was the first time her soulmate had deliberately marked her own skin.
Messy butterflies with uneven wings, and twisted antennas marched down Narcissa’s forearm.
“Oh,” she whispered. “Cool.” She grabbed the nearest marked, and held it poised above the other arm, ready to reply, but thought better of it.
She shouldn’t force her soulmate to stop their art for Narcissa. She dropped the marker, and kept watching the thick lines as they covered her entire arm.
That night she washed it all away in scalding hot water before her grandfather noticed. He wouldn’t approve of Narcissa communicating with her soulmate.
He hated the idea of How there was one person in the world, waiting just for you.
His soulmate had died years ago, leaving him heartbroken and angry, bitter to the world.
If Narcissa wasn’t careful, he might take the anger out on her.
Narcissa could take it, but she didn’t want to hurt her soulmate too. Narcissa would feel awful.
So she tried to ignore the small flowers and butterflies her soulmate drew constantly. Narcissa tried her very best.
---
Years later, Narcissa wrote to her soulmate for the first time. It was in the middle of the night, when Narcissa had felt a searing pain across her arm that looked like a red slit across her pale skin.
Her soulmate was in trouble. She couldn’t just stand by now. Narcissa had to do something.
Grabbing a tissue to staunch the bleeding, Narcissa scrawled across her hand in thick ink.
STOP
I can’t , her soulmate replied.
Please, just hear me out, Narcissa wrote, hoping she could do enough. Hoping she could convince the person who had drawn butterflies everywhere on their body, that maybe the world really did want them.
please, just stay out of this
I can’t. This is my body too. And even though I’ve never met you, you're my soulmate and I care about you.
Fine. I’ll listen. Her soulmate's handwriting was a little shaky, but very neat, with tall, loopy letters.
I’m guessing you’ve been having a hard time with life recently, Narcissa started.
I guess
Do you want to be here? Narcissa asked bluntly
There was a long pause. I don’t know, her soulmate finally responded. I love Earth, but the people…. I can’t stand the people. All they do is bring hate and hurt to me
I get that. But the people don’t matter. You do. Danna wrote desperately.
No I don’t. I’ve never done a single good thing in my life
You have! You’ve made me smile! You’ve made me laugh!
Her soulmate replied, When? This is the first time I’ve ever talked to you
When we were younger, you used to constantly doodle little flowers and butterflies all across our bodies. I loved to watch you draw them, watch the blocky little lines appear across my body. Danna smiled as she recalled the delicate insects she wore across her body daily.
I thought you hated those. That’s why I stopped
No, of course not!
Then why did you erase them?
Narcissa sighed. She thought for a second, then wrote, my grandfather. He hates soulmates. If he knew I was communicating with mine, I’m afraid he would hurt me. And doing that would hurt you.
But… that means you could get in trouble right now!
No. I won’t, I’m fine. You are more important. Tell me, what made you want to hurt yourself today?
I guess I’m just tired of being ignored. I’m tired of being treated like a child. I want to leave my house, but I can’t. I can’t live on my own.
Thats okay, you shouldn’t be ignored. You should be your own person, and if your parents cant see that, they’re idiots!!
Narcissa capped the pen, and tried to wrap her blanket around her arm, the blood slowly soaked through the fabric, staining the blanket a bright red. How would she explain that to her grandfather? It didn’t matter right now though. Right now, she had to make sure her soulmate was okay. That was her one and only goal. Nothing else mattered. Narcissa had the opportunity to maybe save a life right now. That’s what she had to do.
They aren’t. I’m the one who’s screwing up, her soulmate replied. I cant ever get anything right. Im just a big mistake that shouldn't even exist. The worlds probably better without me
THATS NOT FUCKING TRUE! Narcissa scrawled as quickly as she could. I dont believe it. Not for a second. Just by being here, you’ve made the world a better place. Everyday, I wake up and check my body for some indicator that you’re here. I can’t help but think about the fact that there is someone out there meant for me. And I’m meant for someone.
I guess…
Narcissa sighed heavily. She had to go to bed before her grandfather woke and saw her light on.
Are you okay? She wrote. Are you in any danger? If you are, im here. For both of us
A minute passed before the reply came. I dont think so. I think im better. But… if i feel bad again, can i talk to u? This actually really helped me. Thank you
Narcissa smiled. Of course!!! Just, could u write somewhere less obvious?
Sure. I understand.
Narcissa smiled gratefully. How ‘bout our ankles? That’s less obvious and easy for me to hide
She felt pressure on her right foot, and slid it out from beneath her blanket. A smile, and little butterfly doodle greeted her eyes.
Good night, soulmate, Narcissa wrote
Good night. Sleep tight. And… thank you.
Narcissa smiled. She slid out of bed, and held her arm close to her chest while creeping to the bathroom. Once inside, she scrubbed all of the ink off her skin, and bandaged the red slit shut.
Narcissa and her soulmate were okay. That was all that mattered. Everything was alright. At least for now. But now was the only thing Narcissa could bear to think about.
---
After that one night, Narcissa’s soulmate never hurt themselves like that again. But that didn’t mean they weren’t hurting. Narcissa could tell they were hurting themselves in other ways.
She tried to help. She wrote reminders every few hours, telling her soulmate to eat, and drink water. She wrote encouraging messages, and doodled across their skin.
But still, Narcissa would feel her stomach growl with hunger, and her tongue beg for more water. She felt her eyes grow heavy even though she had slept almost 10 hours the night before. Her soulmate just didn’t care, and there was nothing Narcissa could do.
They would talk to each other constantly, ranting about their day, or commenting about something they saw. Narcissa grew much closer to the person she had never even seen the face of. Closer to them then anyone else she had ever known.
Even her grandfather.
Narcissa had a very strained relationship with her grandfather. She knew deep down he loved her, but he had a hard time showing it. He was caught in a life of crime, and there was no way out.
He had been an arms dealer for years, selling guns and other weapons on the black market. He made a lot of money, but not a lot of friends. He was a bitter old man, who took all of his anger out on Narcissa. He had never hit her, but his words were hard enough.
Narcissa knew she was being abused, and belittled, and manipulated, but she always ended up excusing his actions. Or even worse, sometimes she would place the blame on herself. She knew she was in a bad situation, but it was one she was stuck in.
Narcissa talked about him lots with her soulmate. It turned out, they had a similar situation with their parents.
Mistreated, abused, bullied, shamed.
The two escaped into their skin, engrossed with each other. They held each other right through the pain and the tears. Though at times, both of them desperately wanted to, they held strong and never hurried themselves for fear of hurting the other.
---
One day, the straw finally snapped for Narcissa. She was 17 now, and old enough to live her own life. Old enough to understand what her grandfather gave her wasn’t love, it was trauma.
After he yelled at her for an hour straight because she put a book in the wrong bookshelf, Narcissa decided she had taken enough.
Can we go? She desperately scrawled across her ankle. Can we escape these sorry excuses for lives?
Her soulmate wrote back a few minutes later. What do you mean?
We’re old enough to live on our own. Why are we forcing ourselves to live with these people who treat us so terribly. Why don’t we just run away together?
Ok. The reply shocked Narcissa. She had been expecting them to try and convince her otherwise, make her see the absurdity. Not agree. But Narcissa was glad they agreed. They both deserved a chance to start over. To make a life for themselves, and do it right.
You will?
With you? Of course I will silly. I’ve been waiting years for me to ask
When? When can we leave?
Whenever your ready
A week, Narcissa declared, I’ll meet you in a week at Gatlon City, at the train station
Ok. I’ll be there, I promise, her soulmate wrote.
Me too. Narcissa grinned. She was finally escaping. Finally starting fresh. Finally leaving her grandfather to be with someone who truly cared. Narcissa couldn’t wait.
---
Narcissa creaked the door open, cringing as the hinges squealed loudly.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” Her grandfather slurred from the couch.
Shitshitshitshit, Narcissa though. She was caught. She was never going to escape her life.
“I told you earlier this week I’m going to a friends house tonight,” Narcissa said lightly, trying to mask her terror.
“Stop lying!” He screamed. “I know that’s not true, you don’t have any friends.”
Narcissa cringed.
She breathed in deeply. She was already leaving forever, there was no point in lying anymore.
“Fine I’m leaving. For good.” She braced herself for the rage.
Instead, he laughed. “You? You're leaving?” He scoffed. “You would never. You’re too scared and dependent on me.”
Narcissa drew herself up. “No. You’re wrong. I’m leaving, to find my soulmate. We’re making our own life. Together.”
He gaped at her. “You can’t! You can’t go to your soulmate,” he spat. “You’ll live a terrible life. You’ll be tied down forever.”
Narcissa shook her head. “No. I won’t. I’ll live the best life I can. Because I’ll be happy. I won’t live in fear anymore. I’m sorry you weren’t meant for your soulmate, but it’s different for me. I know them. We are meant for each other. I wouldn’t expect you to understand. All you know is hate.”
“So you’re really going?” Her grandfather’s lip curled up.
Narrcissa nodded. “I am. I’m making my own life, as far away from here as possible.”
“Then go!” He snarled. “I don’t want you in my house if you won’t see a reason. Go.” He picked a book sitting next to him, and hurled it at Narcissa’s head.
She ducked, her hair ruffling by the wind.
She turned to him, tears in her eyes. “Goodbye grandfather. I’m sorry.” She threw open the door, and fled into the night.
---
Narcissa’s heart thudded in her ears. This was it. This was the day she was going to meet her soulmate. She knew she should be realistic, but Narcissa couldn’t help imagining the meeting like something out of the sappy romance novels she liked to read.
She expected the dreary clouds to disappear, and the sun to shine out on top of them.
She expected to know exactly who was her other half
She expected to run up, into their arms, and kiss them like she had wanted to be kissed her entire life.
But Narcissa knew how unlikely it was. But, a girl could hope, couldn’t she?
She inhaled deeply. Uncapping the pen with her teeth, she scrawled on her palm, I’m here
Me too, her soulmate wrote back. The familiar loopy red marks eased Narcissa. She knew this person. This was her soulmate. Everything was going to be okay. It would all be okay.
Her eyes locked onto a girl standing near a bench, her head bent over her hand, a pen tucked behind her ear.
Somehow, Narcissa knew. She knew this was the person she had been searching for her whole life. She knew that the girl was her soulmate.
Summoning every miniscule scrap of courage Narcissa could find, she approached the girl.
She tapped her shoulder. “Hi,” Narcissa breathed, heart pounding. “I’m Narcissa. I think I’m your-”
She was interrupted by the girl throwing her arms around her tightly.
“I’ve waited so long to meet you,” Narcissa’s soulmate said roughly, her voice thick with tears. “I’m Danna.”
Narcissa laughed. She realized she was crying. “Me too.”
“I feel like I already know everything about you,” Danna laughed. She swiped her eyes.
Narcissa nodded. “I know we’re soulmates, but I want you to know I understand if you don’t want me,” she said. “I get it- not all soulmates are really soulmates.”
She was cut off by Danna pressing her lips to hers. “I want you,” Danna breathed. “You're the one who I’ve trusted with every secret I’ve ever held. You’re the one who helped me when no one else could. You’re the one who took care of me.” Danna held their hands up, exposing the thick identical scars that spread across their wrists. “You are the only other person in the world who understood, and actually helped me. You were the hands that held me.” Danna reached her hand to Narcissa’s face, wiping away her tears. “I want you, and no one else.”
“Me too,” Narcissa whispered. “Me too.”
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Butterfly Kisses
Fandom: Yes! PreCure 5
Ship: Karen/Rin
Word Count: 2.1k
Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Love Confessions, Fluff
Synopsis: Rin attempts to design more of her future but she needs Karen's help for a little bit of artistic inspiration.
Rin had been nervous to call Karen so late at night, but she leapt so quickly to answer the phone, seemingly thrilled that someone had rung, that enthusiasm heartened Rin only to dishearten herself within the seconds of Karen exuberantly greeting her. Rin scolded herself, calling herself an idiot for likely getting Karen’s hopes up. Karen was probably expecting her parents to be on the other end of the line but no. It was just her. Nonetheless, Karen spoke with her placidly and they arranged a means to Rin’s ends.
See, Rin had a little project in mind, but she wanted something very specific for it and thinking of Karen’s greenhouse, she thought she might find that very specific something there. Karen assured her that she would, and Rin was happy enough with that. After all, if worse came to worst, they lived in the information age and she could just go on the family computer or even to the library to find the resources that she needed. Its just. She wanted to see them in the flesh.
“Thank you for having me.” Rin awkwardly said when she arrived at the opulent golden gates of the Minazuki estate.
“Thank you for coming over, I’m glad to be of help.” Karen replied with the utter blitheness befitting of a rich girl.
Still, Rin could feel the weirdness of it. It was strange for them to be one on one at Karen’s place. Normally the rest of their crew were hanging around as well, but the stars aligned for some privacy, she guessed. Nozomi had to get ready for a publication party that her father was taking her on; Urara was on a job for some sort of iced tea commercial; Komachi was at the public library doing research for her next novel; and of course Coco and Nuts had Nuts House to look after with Milk. So, it was just Rin and Karen at Karen’s place. Even though it was maybe a bit strained and lonely without the rest of their friends around, Rin felt that she could work on her project better if it was just her and Karen. There would be more peace and quiet for knuckling down. So, she was looking forward to it as looked through the bars of the gate with her usual kind of daggy smile.
Slowly but surely, the gates began to open up via some unseen mechanisation and Rin slipped through before they could fully open. She flashed a smile at Karen who was already willing to lead the way from here to the greenhouse that she had on the estate grounds. No matter how many times Rin visited, the Minazuki gardens never failed to impress her. The immaculate, green, trimmed lawns; the various water features; the sprawling roads with nary a piece of white gravel out of place. Rich folk were truly rich folk.
It was about ten to fifteen-minute walk to get to the front gates, past front gardens, past the main body of the mansion, and past the back gardens to get to the greenhouse. That big, sprawling jungle of a greenhouse that never failed to transport Rin to another country. It was a lot different to the greenhouse at home which incubated out of season plants for customers who had no idea about the seasonality of plants.
Entering the greenhouse, Rin felt regardless of its enormity or how exotic it was. Inside, she felt as though she could breathe clearly and deeply. The oxygen that these plants produced was thick and sweet; Rin found it incredibly refreshing to step into the greenhouse and Karen followed along behind her.
“This will be perfect.” Rin said, looking around, her blood orange eyes were bright.
“That’s great to hear.” Karen replied. She bounced expectantly on the heel of her foot, hands behind her back, a little bit fidgety.
Rin beamed and she pulled one strap of her backpack off her shoulder so that she could ruffle through it. She got out an artbook and a pencil case that was orange. She then attempted to hike back her backpack onto her shoulders; Karen giggled demurely as she came over.
“Here, let me help.” Karen said.
“A’ight.” Rin murmured.
She blushed slightly as Karen adjusted the straps for her. She even went the extra mile of making sure the bag was zipped up properly, too. She patted down the squares of the backpack and smiled, satisfied, to herself.
“There we go.” she said, rather cheerful. “All done.”
“Thank you muchly.” Rin replied.
With her backpack back in place and with her supplies in tow, it was time for her to get to work, scrounging up her inspiration and she vowed to not let a single tile of this greenhouse go unturned as she was on the pursuit for every species of butterfly that Karen was fairly certain that they housed. But before she could get into the thick of her work, Rin glanced back at Karen.
“Are you, um, content to hover?” Rin asked, hugging herself a little tighter as she cradled her supplies.
“Oh, yes, definitely. I love observing artists – and writers – in their natural habitat. I consider myself quite the naturalist on the topic, if you will have me, that is.” Karen explained.
“Then I’d love to have you on board, fellow naturalist. Although, I suppose,” Rin touched her face in thought, “we’re etymologists – not just any old type of naturalist – this afternoon.”
Karen blinked as she followed the train of thought. “We are, too.” she said. “I promise to keep a look out.”
“Much obliged.” Rin replied.
Feeling confident in her craft and her companion, they started wandering the winding paths of the greenhouse’s insides. Now, officially, they were on the hunt for butterflies so that Rin could have the perfect and liveliest inspiration for the project that she had her mind on as of late. Now that she had an inkling of what she wanted to do in the future, she wanted to solidify it further, to make sure she was certain so her little pet project was to make various bits and pieces of jewellery for her friends and she already had a specific piece in mind for Karen before anyone else.
It was a shame it was a little embarrassing. Or maybe premature. But Rin wanted to make a ring for Karen. Not a matching ring or a promise ring, that was way too much but a ring was still the perfect piece that Rin could come up with for Karen. Even though rings could convey such heavy and intense emotions, it simply had to be a ring that Rin would give Karen.
As they walked around, trying to find butterflies to look at, Rin kept stealing glances at Karen’s hands and seeing them just affirmed the idea that her long, slender fingers would look truly splendid with a ring. Rin became all the more certain in her conviction. She would make a special ring for Karen with a butterfly motif.
First, she just had to find some butterflies to study up. Shouldn’t be that hard. Where there were plants, typically there were insects. And between the two of them, they had seen a nice array of insects inside the greenhouse – dragonflies, damselflies, fruit flies, all sorts – but no butterflies. But that wasn’t to say that Rin was uninspired by what she saw.
Snooping along the various leaves and petals of all the plants, Rin had managed to scratch down many ideas onto her page, just none like the one that she hungered for. It also wasn’t for lack of trying either. Karen was doing her best to help and being Karen, her best was haughty and to the bitterest end that Karen could find. Rin appreciated the efforts, above and beyond as they were, though.
Still, plopping down in front of the main water feature inside of the greenhouse, Rin had filled up plenty of her sketchpad. She was sitting, cross-legged, watching the water whilst she kept her head propped up by her knuckles, her elbows digging into her knees. Her sketch book splayed over the criss-cross of her legs. Trying to be polite and hospitable, Karen inched closer, trying to both avoid any glimpse of Rin’s prototype drawings and trying to do anything but that.
“Should I be going soon?” Rin asked and then she checked her watch. “I’ve been an hour and a half, you know.”
“If you feel the need to,” Karen replied diplomatically, “please don’t feel like you could ever overstay your welcome.”
“Ah, thank you, Karen.” Rin said with a smile, but she sounded a little flat.
Karen noticed and she grimaced, casting a glance downwards at Rin and sure enough. She looked pretty glum.
“I’m sorry that we didn’t see any-” Karen cut herself off as her eyes went wide.
Rin blinked and she tried to speak but Karen cut her off with sudden hand movements. Rin’s shoulders crackled as she was assailed by this sudden lack of Karen-ness from Karen.
“Stay. Still.” Karen breathed.
“Okaaaay.” Rin murmured under her breath.
Karen crouched down and she slowed down. Rin felt her temperature rising as Karen came in so close to her, reaching out to her. Her fingers brushed past Rin’s cheek, curling back a strand of her fluffy reddish hair and then holding still. Karen’s eyes were huge with blue wonder and Rin was entranced by them as Karen stared so intently at something just past her face.
“Can you feel it?” Karen whispered.
Rin blushed. All she could feel was how her heart thumped in her chest. “No.” she replied on the cusp of an exhale.
“There we go…” Karen murmured.
Her hand receded back, and Rin’s breath was taken away. She hadn’t even noticed but it appeared that a butterfly had landed on her head whilst she was sitting down and now, it had scuttled onto the elegant bow of Karen’s finger which made for an excellent perch for it. The butterfly glittered beyond Rin’s eyes.
Its wings shuttered at a calm pace. The scales embedded in them were blue and a magenta-like pink but so, so beautiful. Its antennae twitched and Rin could have sat there for hours whilst Karen held up this butterfly to her. It was perfect. She could already feel the cogs of creation start to turn.
Despite not wanting to spook the butterfly, Rin picked up her book and pen. She quickly started to scrawl down the basics of its anatomy and notes on its colouration. Rin was completely absorbed into the channelling of her inspiration; her determination and tenacity enchanted Karen. From the way she stuck out her tongue to the sweat dripping down her brow, Karen was in awe of the sheer energy that Rin was radiating.
“Okay. Done.” Rin said with a satisfied sigh.
Karen smiled and she had to admit, her index finger did ache with being held up. And it seemed that the butterfly was done, too. It shook out its wings before taking flight once more. When it entered the air, the beating of its wings were unsteady but it even out just fine, flitting up high, as the girls watched.
“Thank you so much, Karen.” Rin beamed.
“No worries.” Karen replied as she got up. Her thighs ached but not as badly as they could have as she did take various etiquette classes, after all.
Rin got up now as well, tucking her sketchbook under her arm, the gleam of all her big ideas still in her eyes.
“Thank you for coming around.” Karen added but she noticed Rin staring. “Is something the matter?”
“You remember our promise, right?” asked Rin.
“Yes, of course, I would never forget something as important as that.” Karen replied, she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Good because, um, I’m pleased to announce I’m making good progress.” Rin said excitedly.
“I’m pleased to hear it.” Karen smiled.
“Not just career wise.” Rin piped up, adding on awkwardly.
“Oh?” Karen blinked owlishly.
“Yeah.” Rin said. “I want you to be apart of my future, too. Part of my dreams.”
Karen was taken aback – even flustered – by the admission from Rin but she smiled. She settled into it, all cosy like, and she leaned in.
“I’d like that very much.” Karen replied quietly.
She kissed a butterfly kiss unto Rin’s face. She was elegant as she did so. Her lips were soft to grace Rin’s gawky, angular cheeks but her eyelashes were even softer. Rin held her breath, blushing, and she gripped her sketchbook tighter. Drawings of prototype rings to promise to Karen hidden against her stomach. In the full gauntlet of admiring Karen, Rin winced, she had to force herself to close her eyes to Karen’s grace and beauty, as Karen, giggling and flirtatious, made sure to nuzzle Rin with all the edges of her eyelashes.
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