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gravityfallsweirdgirl · 2 years

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Duckvember- a hero worth saving

It was another night in saint canard, darkwing was on his own patrolling the city. Launchpad was on some business trip, so darkwing went alone, he was on his cycle. Looking for criminals but the city was quite and clean, perhaps too quiet to him.

Darkwing: hmm it's only been 1 hour and their are no signs of any criminals, but never the less, no criminal mastermind shall escape from darkwing duck

Just then as he was distracted, he didn't see a large large drumstick shaped bat hitting in his chest.

Thud

Darkwing: ugh

He was thrown out of his cycle and sent flying into a hard oak tree.

Crack

Darkwing: ow

he then pass out but not before seeing two flappy legs walking towards him. Then two flabby arms grabbed him by his coat and picked him.

The day after darkwing's kidnapping, launchpad came back.

Launchpad: hey DW I'm back, so I been gone, I had to see an old friend

He walks inside the house only, to find darkwing not anywhere in sight.

Launchpad: uh, DW, drake where are ya

Gosalyn was at a summer camp with honker, so house was empty.

Launchpad: huh maybe he's out fighting crime, I better go find him

So launchpad heads out to find him, meanwhile somewhere in a meat locker. Darkwing duck was being hanged up by a hook, his hands tied, hanging inches up in the air between two frozen tenderized meats.

Darkwing: oh where am I, huh

When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to find himself in the meat locker.

Darkwing: (gasp) what the

He struggles to free himself when his captor finally reveals themselves, walking up to him.

Darkwing: (gasp)

He saw and it was none other than-

Darkwing: Isis Vanderchill

She was wearing a mink coat, with a dark blue long sleeve shirt, black leggings, white boots and black gloves and her hair was different. she walked up to him smiling sinisterly. Carrying a small bag.

Isis: hello my love

Darkwing: hello to you too, you frozen hippopotamus

She became cross with him then smiles again.

Darkwing: what do you want miss chill

Isis: well after you locked me up in jail I so upset at you, I then escaped and I decided to give you a second chance, so I kidnapped you and brought you here

He looks around confused in a meat locker.

Darkwing: and why?

Isis: why to force you too marry me

She pulls out an engagement ring

Darkwing: m-marriage

The words marriage shocked him as she brought it closer to him.

Isis: think about it darling

He then glares back.

Darkwing: never, your out of your frozen mind if you think I'll ever marry someone like you

She then puts the ring back then heads back to the door.

Isis: then you'll stay in here until you change your mind

Darkwing: HA you think keeping me in a meat locker will make me marry you then your out of luck

Isis: huh, we'll see soon, let's see how long you can handle the cold

She shuts the door and turns the temperature in the meat locker to -459.67 °F

Back with launchpad, he was walking through town searching for either darkwing duck or drake and neither one of them ever showed up. He was checking his list of favorite places darkwing or drake like to or more likely his favorite place.

Launchpad: well he isn't at hamburger hippo

He crosses out the name written on the list and puts it in his pocket.

Launchpad: I wonder where you could be

He then finds his motorcycle.

Launchpad: (gasp) it's the rat catcher but where's DW

he then noticed that the cycle was parked 2 blocks near a butcher shop. Meanwhile back with darkwing duck, it didn't take long until he started to suffer from Hypothermia. He was released from the hook, not chained up but now freezing to death.

Darkwing: brrrr!!!

He was shivering his feathers off, to wear to move or try to escape but he wasn't giving in. The only thing that's keeping him warm is his coat....but for how long.

Isis came back in a swan dress as a wedding dress. With a warmer coat.

He looks up exhausted.

Isis: you changed your mind yet darling

Darkwing was no weak to move was shaking his hands.

Darkwing: n-not I-in a-a m-mil-ll-ion ye-ars

Isis: hace it your way, it's only a matter of time until you start to freezers death then you'll finally be mine. HA HA HA

she walks back outside and let's the temperature drop to a minus 273.15 degrees C.

Darkwing started to show all the symptoms of hypothermia such as Shivering (already) Exhaustion, Confusion, Memory loss, Slurred speech, Drowsiness, shallow breathing

Weak pulse, Cold palms and feet, Clumsy movements and Loss of consciousness.

He then decided to leave. But when he got stand up, his legs were shaking from the cold and he fell on the floor, he grabbed onto one of the hanging meat and pulls himself. He saw the exit and when walks towards it he heads to a wall.

Thud

Darkwing: ah huh

He was confused as he started to walk well and looks around he forgot what he was going to do. He then walked back and collapsed on the ground.

Thud

Darkwing: ah

He pulls himself up to the wall and falls down, leaning against the wall. He started to feel sleepy. It difficult for him to keep his eyes open.

Darkwing: I havv BFF e to escape, must leave before, ugh launchpad

He then closed his eyes. Meanwhile outside the meat locker Isis was talking to her henchmen, two muscular polar bears.

Isis: ok I'm going on an errand run, I want you to keep an eye on him and hideout until I return and absolutely don't not let anyone in or rescue darkwing got it.

Polar bears: hmm

And as she heads outside, launchpad walks in the abandoned old butcher shop.

Launchpad: huh maybe he's in here

He looks around to see how old the place was, at the counter. He saw displays of plastic fake meat. He gets closer and rings the bell.

Ring, ring

One of the polar bears guards came up to him, while wearing a butcher's outfit.

Polar: (hump)

Launchpad: hi have you seen darkwing duck

The polar bear just stares at him.

Launchpad: also can gets something chicken

The polar bear just stares at him then heads to the back. And as he turns around to wait, he saw another polar bear getting ready to attack him.

Polar bear 2: (growl)

Launchpad: (gasp)

He then pounced at him.

Launchpad: AH

but launchpad ducked as the other polar bear came back carrying two pounds bags of chicken, the 2 polar bear then crashed into the first one and they both fell into the back.

Launchpad: whoa

He runs to the back to find them both knocked out.

Launchpad: whoa ok I just wanted to look for my friend darkwing duck, I think I better be leaving

But Before he could leave inside of the meat locker, darkwing who was about to give up heard the noise.

Darkwing: huh

He tilts his head up. And starts screaming.

Darkwing: h-he-hel-hel-p, is-s som-eone th-ther-re

Launchpad: huh

Darkwing: he-ello

Launchpad goes into the meat locker and was surprised to find darkwing already suffering from the cold.

Launchpad: (gasp) DW I found you, are you ok

Darkwing was already losing his mind from the cold. He looks up to see blurry versions of launchpad.

Darkwing: oh launchpad is that you or is it me suffering from hypothermia

Launchpad: no it's really me DW

He bends down and noticed that he was hardly breathing, he then grabbed his hand and felt how numb they were and then he placed his two fingers on his wrist and felt how weak his pulse was getting.

Launchpad: brrrr DW you're freezing, I felt get your out of here

He then picks him up bridal style and carries him out of the freezer. He presses his face against his chest, and darkwing heard something he never heard before. Launchpad's heart beating.

He looked up to see launchpad's face and smiles as he buried his face deep into his chest.

Launchpad: whoa DW you're freezing like a popsicle

Darkwing: really cause I can't feel anything in my body

Launchpad: well I make you warm up

He takes off his coat and CNN puts around him to keep him warm.

Darkwing: hmph but your already making me warm up

Launchpad: really how

Darkwing: you know you look just exactly like my friend launchpad

Launchpad: but DW I am launchpad

Darkwing: no way, he's kinda cuter then you

Launchpad blushed by his comment and looks down at him.

Launchpad: what did you call me

Darkwing: hmph you're quite hot though

Launchpad: hmm you probably still hallucinating from being in the cold all day and that can make you sick

After they left, Isis came back and when she got inside the shop she wasn't too happy to see what she found.

Isis: (humming) huh

She found her two henchmen laying unconscious on the floor. She then realized.

Isis: uh oh

She rushes to the meat locker opens the door and was upset to find that darkwing duck has escaped.

Isis: ugh, I ask you two to do one simple thing and you couldn't do that, ugh now that my husband has gone I'll have to cancel the wedding, (sigh) how can this day get any worse

She then heard sirens outside and saw the whole swat team surrounding the shop.

Isis: ugh wonderful

Later that same night darkwing was in his costume and laying in his bed. After he was warmed up, he woke up and found himself warming up by a fireplace.

Darkwing: (yawn) huh

He looks around and thought.

Darkwing: what happened, where am I

Launchpad: you're safe at home

He saw launchpad coming in, carrying more blankets, he sits down on the bed next to him and wraps the blanket around darkwing.

Darkwing takes it and looks back at him.

Launchpad: you were gone the whole day, so I searched everywhere to find you, I then found you in a butcher shop in a meat locker

Darkwing: (gasp) you found me

Launchpad: yeah

Darkwing: but how did you get pass the guards

Launchpad: they crashed into each other

Darkwing: but what about Isis

Launchpad: she's back in prison now

He points to the tv where the news show the police arresting Isis and her polar bear henchmen.

Darkwing: oh

Darkwing calms down as launchpad touch his shoulders, he then looks up at him.

Launchpad: what happened DW, where you been

Darkwing: all I can remember Isis icy kidnapped me and forced me to marry her, and if I don't she'll make me suffer by freezing me to death

Launchpad: well luckily I came in just on time, cause you about ready to leave me

Darkwing turned red by his words.

Launchpad: I don't think this city will okay without you and either will be and gosalyn will

Darkwing: oh

It became quite between the two until launchpad got up from the bed and headed towards the door.

Launchpad: well I better let ya sleep now, see ya in the morning DW

darkwing: wait?

He turns around to see him grabbing his arm.

Darkwing: is it okay...if you could stay here with me, you know lay down next to me, for warmth

Launchpad smiles.

Launchpad: sure thing DW

he climbs in bed with him, he pulls the sheet and covers them, he then scoots over darkwing, wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him closer to his chest.

Darkwing looked back then put both hands on his. They stayed like that through the whole night.

#drakepad #darkwing duck #launchpad mcquack #drake mallard

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sxfterhearts · 4 years

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29. [11:04 am]

➳ pairing: yugyeom x reader

➳ genre/warnings: slow burn, fluff + slight angst, slight bad boy!yugyeom, triggers; mentions of violence, injuries, physical abuse, bullying

➳ word count: 3,027 words

➳ summary: 29. “Well, what do you want to do?”

➳ author's note: once again, thank you to @jinyoungot7 for this beautiful gif :”) and guys!! i’m so sorry for the delay, but here’s part 2 of wounded/24/7:25pm!! 🤗 i’ve decided it’ll be a 3 part story hehe i hope this is a good continuation of the 1st part!!! thank you for showering me with love and as always, any feedback is welcome + appreciated! feel free to drop me a msg or an ask if you’d like 🥰

wounded // scarred // healed

“Wait up!” You yelled, your thighs burning as you tried to jog up the steep, narrow alley. Just twenty minutes into your walk and you were huffing and puffing as though you ran a full marathon.

“Come on, Y/N!” Came Yugyeom’s voice from far ahead, growing more and more distant as the black puppy tugged and pulled on its leash, leading him further and further into the winding maze of streets and back alleys. “You can do better than this!”

“I’m trying,” You muttered to yourself, taking a deep breath before going full steam ahead in an attempt to catch up with the boys.

It was a miracle that you three got this far, really. It took you nearly three weeks to convince Yugyeom to volunteer at the dog shelter run by your best friend’s mum. Every time you brought up the topic, he would either ask you about homework or fake a wince, prompting you to inspect his latest injury. He finally agreed last week. Your birthday was coming up soon, and he asked you what you wanted as your birthday present and how you were celebrating, in the bluntest way possible. “Well, what do you want to do?”, were his exact words.

One thing you learned in the past month since you sat with him in your family’s restaurant was that Kim Yugyeom was not one to beat around the bush. If he wanted to know something, he would ask about it without batting an eyelash. If he had an opinion, he would state it in the most straightforward, yet nonchalant way possible. You supposed it came with years of being labelled the quiet kid. It made sense that he was awfully efficient with his words.

Naturally, you had asked him to fulfill your birthday wish of visiting the shelter together. “Don’t you want something more substantial? Like a present that could either be useful or memorable?” He wondered curiously.

“This is memorable, Yugyeom.” You told him, looking him square in the eyes. “You won’t just be doing me, or the dog shelter, a favour. You’ll be helping me create a happy memory. Nothing is more valuable than that.”

Sweat trickled down your back as you jogged the final stretch towards Yugyeom who was taking a rest on a bench in the neighbourhood’s park. Charcoal, the black Pomeranian puppy you two were responsible for this morning rested comfortably on his lap, thoroughly enjoying all the attention Yugyeom was giving him. You watched as you slowly approached the pair, trying to commit the peaceful scene into your memory. The morning sun casted its brilliant glow upon them, and you could just make out the beginnings of a fond smile gracing Yugyeom’s features as he smoothed his hand, the one with just a lone plaster on the thumb, repeatedly over the puppy’s soft fur.

It was nearly picture perfect, if not for the sudden yelp the boy emitted when the puppy licked across his wrist. There was a shallow graze from when a piece of glass sliced through the skin from two days ago, which had just started to heal. If not for that Friday nearly a month ago, you wouldn’t have insisted on staying at the restaurant until closing time and would’ve left around dinner time like you always did. Ever since then, you always waited until Yugyeom came in with his order just in case he needed someone to patch him up. You distinctly remembered how relieved you were that night because the glass missed a vein or an artery. Yet, the thought left you disgusted. You shouldn’t be feeling any form of relief at all. Regardless of how shallow his injuries were, his uncle was still being abusive. You shook your head to clear your spiralling thoughts.

“I think he tired himself out.” Yugyeom said in a slightly strained voice when you arrived by his side. The boy was flapping his injured wrist repeatedly in the hopes of alleviating the stinging pain.

Without a word, you kneeled and took his wrist in yours, blowing on it with earnest. While it was true that a dog’s saliva had potential healing capabilities, you didn’t want to risk an infection. Especially judging from Yugyeom’s earlier reaction and the way his skin was just starting to clot, you figured it was best to leave it alone. The newly formed scab looked pink and tender, but it was on its way to healing properly.

Unbeknownst to you, Yugyeom started to squirm in his seat. He was getting flustered by the way your dainty fingers danced across his skin, and the cool air that soothed and blew his pain away. From this vantage point, he could look down and watch the glistening beads of sweat as it rolled down the side of your face, your soft lips pursed tightly in concentration. It was distracting. “I… It’s fine, Y/N.”

You released his hand and handed him a packet of tissues from your pocket, already missing the smooth feel of his arm under your fingertips. “Maybe I should take over?” You cocked your head towards the dark little ball of fluff lying on his lap, its tongue stuck out in an adorably goofy way. “Scooch over, Kim.” Scooping up little Charcoal in your arms, you moved to sit beside Yugyeom. You marvelled at the tiny creature lying curled up atop your legs. He was barely five months old and took up nearly three quarters of your lap. Just as your hand moved to pat his head, the puppy looked up and playfully gnawed on your fingers.

“Treats?” Yugyeom suggested, producing a brown paper bag from his pocket. “He could be hungry.”

“Here, I’ll do it-”

“Charcoal, do you want some treats?” Yugyeom spoke in a high-pitched tone, as though he was playing with a baby.

Before you could stop him, the boy had already reached out his palm full of treats for the puppy. You breathed an audible sigh of relief when you realised it was his relatively uninjured hand. “Look at you, Kim Yugyeom. You’re a natural when it comes to puppies. Who would’ve thought that you were so reluctant to visit the dog shelter just a week ago?”

He quickly shushed you, his fingers enveloping the puppy’s flappy ears to prevent him from hearing you. “Charcoal doesn’t need to know that, okay? Besides, this little guy changed my mind.” Yugyeom let out a fit of giggles when the puppy gobbled up all the treats and ended up licking his palm instead. “It tickles,” The boy squealed.

You watched, amused at the softer side of Yugyeom that was surfacing in the presence of the black puppy. “You know, the Imo at the shelter always talks about having way too many puppies. You could always adopt one. I think it’ll be good for you, you know? Having a furry companion can be a huge source of comfort and emotional support.” You suggested, your tone as gentle as possible due to the sensitive nature of the topic.

Yugyeom peeled his eyes away from Charcoal and connected his gaze with yours instead. You couldn’t really articulate it or fully understand it, but there was something in the way he looked at you that struck you as inherently sad. “Listen, Y/N, there’s something I need-”

“Yugyeom hyung!” A boy exclaimed from the general direction of the playground. The two of you whipped your heads around and followed the voice until finally you saw a boy, probably a middle school student, with a long fringe identical to Yugyeom’s, waving enthusiastically.

“Bambam!” Yugyeom waved back, beckoning the younger boy over to where you sat.

He sprinted across the field in a matter of seconds, giving Yugyeom a typical bro hug as a way of greeting. “What are you doing here, hyung? And who is this? Is she…?”

Yugyeom hurriedly clasped his palm against the younger boy’s mouth, muffling his words. He pinched Bambam’s cheeks teasingly instead. “Behave, kid. This is Y/N, and this is Charcoal.” With the younger boy distracted by the little puppy, Yugyeom took this chance to give you a brief explanation. “Bambam is our neighbour. We play soccer together with Mark hyung.”

“Hello, Bambam!” You greeted with a wide smile as you watched the younger boy coo at the puppy. You never met any of Yugyeom’s friends before, so this was a first for you. It seemed that beyond his tough exterior and bad boy façade, he was just a normal boy who loved puppies and playing soccer with his friends.

Just as Bambam reached for Charcoal’s tiny paws, to your dismay, you noticed that his knuckles were a familiar shade of black and blue. “Bambam, your knuckles…” No way, you thought, was he like Yugyeom?

“Bammie,” Yugyeom started in a scolding tone, sounding far more mature than he usually did. “Are those rascals still bothering you? I thought you told me that they stopped.”

“Yeah, well,” Bambam looked like a deer caught in headlights. “It was just, you know, a small fight, nothing too serious. I swear! I’m completely fine. It doesn’t even hurt, really!” The younger boy scrambled to explain himself.

“Where are they? Are they here?” Yugyeom seethed, his tone dripping with dangerous venom and his eyebrows forced together in a frown.

Bambam peered over his shoulders briefly at the playground before shaking his head profusely. “No, just forget it, hyung. It’s fine.”

“Take me to them, kid. Right now, and I’m not going to ask twice.” Yugyeom moved to stand before directing his words at you. “I have to go take care of something for a bit, I’ll be back.”

You nodded, speechless. Sure, you’ve seen Yugyeom mad before, but hardly to this extent. The only incident that came close was when he stopped that classmate of yours from striking you across the face. As the two of them walked away, your mind began to race with irrational thoughts. You pondered the list of possible scenarios as your hands absently stroked Charcoal to calm yourself down. Was Bambam getting into fights? But why? Could he be the target of bullying? The young boy seemed so innocent and harmless though, why would anyone do that? It just didn’t make sense. Those long agonising minutes seemed to stretch out as you waited and waited for them to return, praying that they would still be in one piece.

After what seemed like a lifetime, you felt Yugyeom’s presence once again as he collapsed onto the seat beside you. “Oh, hey.” You muttered, voice small and uncertain.

“Hey yourself.” He replied with a small laugh, intrigued by your worried expression. A few moments passed, and then, “Are you going to ask what happened?”

You turned your head to face him, quick enough that you felt a slight strain in your neck. “Are you injured?” You started prodding at his body, mainly inspecting his fingers, his palms, his arms and his face.

The evident worry written across your features amused Yugyeom to no end. He wanted nothing more than to iron out the creases on your forehead and turn your frown upside down. “Of course not. The little rascals who bullied Bammie are nearly half my size. I could’ve taken them out like a light.”

You flinched slightly at the unwanted imagery that filled your head. “Please don’t say that, Yugyeom. Please don’t tell me you got into a fight. I don’t want you to get hurt any more than you already do.” You confessed.

“Not to worry, I just gave them a stern talking-to and sent them on their way, unharmed. They scattered like little mice, honestly.” He was met with your confused stare. “Basically, Bambam is Thai. His classmates picked on him because of that. The kid’s parents don’t know about it but I’ve seen what they did to him. I had to stand up for him and protect him. I couldn’t just watch from the sidelines as my friend got hurt over and over again.”

His words left you stunned once more. You had heard rumours of him getting involved in fights with bullies in lower grades before, but this was the first time you got confirmation from the boy himself. You never thought that the cuts and bruises he showed up with in class were actually battle scars he suffered when defending someone else. He stood up for the kids who had no one, just like how he wished someone would stand up for him. So much for that bad boy façade of his.

There was a sudden urge within you to give Yugyeom a big hug for what he’s gone through and what he’s done for others, and so you did. It was more of a side hug, due to the puppy now napping cosily on your lap, with one arm coming around his middle and holding him close to your side.

Yugyeom didn’t know what to do at first. Should he stay still? Should he say something? He decided on reciprocating in the end, his other arm resting securely on your petite shoulders. In those few moments, the two of you were enveloped in a calming silence, filled only by Charcoal’s soft snores and the rustling of luscious leaves above your heads. Yugyeom could only hear his own heart beating thunderously in his ears.

“I’m sorry for all the pain you’ve experienced, Yugyeom.” You started, causing Yugyeom to shake his head in response. None of this was your fault, yet you felt the inexplicable need to apologise. “Thank you for being so brave and so kind to your friends and to those other students who got bullied.” You paused to sniffle, hot tears already pooling in your eyes, blurring your vision. “I’m… I’m sorry that, all this time, all these months, I could only watch from the sidelines as you got hurt, over and over.”

"No." He replied resolutely. "You didn't just watch from the sidelines, Y/N, you need to… Wait, no, are you crying? Why…? Don't… don't cry." Yugyeom panicked, trying his best to quiet you down. He didn't have a clue on how to comfort a crying girl. He tried to rub his palm soothingly over your back, but you didn't stop.

It wasn't until Charcoal, who had been woken up by all of the fuss, moved around in your lap and began pawing on your stomach. He even tried to lick your face, but he could only reach the bottom of your chin. You broke out into a giggle, and Yugyeom finally let out a breath he didn’t even realise he was holding.

“Don't cry anymore, you're an ugly crier.” Yugyeom said just as you were beginning to calm down. Before you could retort, he continued, “In my case, there was no way for you to shield me from my Uncle's punches or tell him to bugger off. You did the best you could for me, I don't even know why you're doubting that. You didn't have to patch me up when I was injured. You didn't have to be kind to me when I've never even spoken a single word to you. And yet week after week for the past semester you would sit there beside me, silently cleaning my wounds and covering them with those cute yellow plasters. You didn't have to, but…” He reached into his backpack and produced a yellow handmade card. “You didn't have to, but you became my friend.”

“What’s this?” You accepted the card gingerly while wiping stray tears off your wet cheeks.

“Your birthday card. Happy early Birthday, friend. Don’t read it until you get home, yeah?”

You inspected the yellow card, with Yugyeom’s signature chicken scrawl and random stickers of smiley faces littered all over the surface. There was even a Rilakkuma plaster, identical to the ones you would stick on him, at the top right corner. It was one of the most heart-warming cards you had received.

“Yugyeom, I…” You turned to face him. The scar right in the middle of his face, the one you first saw when you met him at the restaurant, caught your attention briefly before you finally met his eyes. You held his gaze, trying to convey a whirlwind of emotions through eye contact alone. Gratitude, happiness, fondness, touched, awe-struck. “Thank you,” You uttered sincerely, as it seemed to be the most appropriate response.

You read his card the minute you got home, sitting cross-legged on top of your bed.

Dear Y/N,

Happy Birthday! I wish that you will celebrate your birthday well with your family and friends. May each year be happier than the last.

I’m not good with words, as you always remind me, so I will just cut to the chase. First of all, thank you for being the light amongst the darkness of my life. There are not enough words in my vocabulary (or the dictionary) to express what you and your family has done for me. I will never forget it and I hope to repay this huge debt in the future.

Secondly, there is something I need to tell you that I cannot bring myself to say out loud. I am not brave, which is why I have to say this through a letter. Mark hyung got a job two months ago at our local football club as an assistant. Perhaps your mother has told you this, but his increased independence has resulted in the greater severity of my Uncle’s violence. Last week, after watching hyung play, the coach offered to get him transferred to Incheon United FC. Incheon is a distance away from Namyangju, which means we won’t be able to come back for frequent visits, but it is a good chance (and perhaps our only chance) to get away from Uncle.

This is what I keep telling myself whenever I think about leaving this town; about leaving you. As much as I would like to stay beside you, I have to break free from him.

I leave the second week of school holidays. If you find it in your heart to forgive me, let’s have one last bowl of naengmyeon together, okay?

Your friend, always,

Kim Yugyeom

For the nth time that day, the boy had left you speechless.

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tracingdreams · 3 years

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Kunimoto and Miyuki

Rewatching the autumn tournament, and Kunimoto’s all flappy about the fact there’s no natural leader figure like Harada to hold the team together.

It would be easy to just parallel Mei’s challenge with Miyuki’s here in learning to be the leader figure in their respective teams, except I don’t think that’s what Kunimoto actually means.

We know he invited Miyuki to Inajitsu, so wanted him there. We also know he selected him for the Tokyo senbatsu, so rates him as a catcher.

He also sends Fukui and Itsuki to watch the Ugumori game, ostensibly to see how Miyuki plays - as a catcher, and also, as a Captain.

Probably not a coincidence that it’s the game after Miyuki and Zono have their falling out, in which Miyuki gives a masterclass on the field on how to bat, catch, lead and acknowledge his resources.

It’s interesting to see how Miyuki went into a completely separate team and bit by bit those other roles around him have been filled - like pitcher, talented outfield catcher, infielders, speed between bases, long hitters etc. All of which Inajitsu have. But Inajitsu don’t have a Miyuki to come in after Harada and run the game (for all Itsuki is awesome and will be a great catcher, he’s still a kouhai to the team’s big egos).

Miyuki’s attitude that he wouldn’t have allowed Mei to behave like he did in that Ugumori fixture also underpins it.

What Kunimoto is missing in his autumn team is Miyuki. And it seems as though he knows it. I wonder if, in the end, that’ll be the deciding factor between the two squads in the summer - all assuming that the Ichidai game finishes as planned and no upsets occur.

#Daiya no Ace #Kunimoto #Inajitsu #Miyuki #Babble #Opinion #Stuff I think when I'm watching anime

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merryfortune · 3 years

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Day 25 / Buttercream

Clover and Violets 2021

Ship: not applicable | Romin/Sorako

Universe: SEVENS

Word Count: 1,414

Rating: T

Tags: Cakeverse Elements, Food, First Kiss, Humour, Interspecies Relationships, Xenobiology, Joking Discussions of Cannibalism

Sorako giggled to herself, “It’s good to see someone so voracious about eating food, beep boop.”

“I can’t help myself…” Romin mumured in utter bliss. “Your ramen is so good. It really is out of this world.”

Sorako giggled again. She could always appreciate a good alien pun but judging from how happy Romin looked - all pudgy cheeked and with her weapon of choice, a spoon firmly in hand - Sorako didn’t think it was intentional.

But Romin couldn’t help but think she was so lucky. She hadn’t seen Sorako in ages and that meant none of her really good Noodle Planet ramen and then bang, clang, crash. Here she was in the Kirishima family’s lounge room. She had flown through the window at pure chance but Romin took it well. Of course, now she had a lot of broken glass to explain but it was totally worth it meant that she had Sorako for company.

“Thank you, beep boop.” Sorako said and then shrugged. “I can’t help but pity humans, beepo boop, you lot have it tough, beep boop.”

“Huh? We do?” Romin said, perking up as she finished draining her bowl.

“Beep, boop?!” Sorako exclaimed when she glanced at Romin’s bowl. It was completely empty, licked clean, and Sorako had only poured it out for her not too long ago.

Yet Romin seemed totally oblivious to how Sorako’s eyes bugged and her antennae stiffened. She licked the spoon for remnants of flavour, “What do you mean?” she asked, trying to get the conversation back on track.

“Oh, um, well human tongues aren’t quite so advanced unlike us of the Noodle Planet, beep boop.” Sorako explained.

“Huh.” Romin blinked.

“I have bazillions more taste buds than humans do, beep boop. Even you, beep boop.” Sorako said.

“Aw, gee, thanks.” Romin said and she took that observation more like a poor compliment but Sorako was largely unaffected by her lack of enthusiasm to learning such a fun fact.

“No, problem, beep boop.” she chirped with a smile.

Romin sighed.

But Sorako’s happy-go-lucky expression softened. Became pitiful or sympathetic unto Romin. She exhaled a small, almost melancholy breath.

“It’s a shame, beep boop,” she lamented, “there are so many wonderful woods in the galaxies that humans may never get to sample because their sensory organs aren’t quite so specialised, beep boop.”

“Yeah, that does suck…” Romin lamented in agreement to Sorako.

“Even humans have complex flavours to them that other humans can’t detect, beep boop.” Sorako said. “That makes me very sad, beep boop.”

Romin stiffened and she raised a hand to a barrier between herself and the very foreign life form sitting beside her at the breakfast bar. Her eyebrow twitched as her heart began to hammer in her chest.

“Y-You’re not talking about cannibalism… are you?” Romin asked defensively. “Because cannibalism is a huuuuuge no-no here.”

“I know that, beep boop.” Sorako blinked. “But that’s eating, not licking, or tasting.... Or kissing, beep boop.”

“O-oh, oh, you meant. Kissing. That makes a little more sense, I guess.” Romin said.

“We are made of the same ingredients as food though, beep boop.” Sorako pointed out.

Romin waved her hand in front of Sorako, “Stop it!” she scolded Sorako, who laughed, blase, but that just worsened the morbid curiosity that Romin had now. She exhaled shallowly and took a breath of equal depth. Somehow the allure of breaking that taboo outweighed her maidenly desire to cherish her very first kiss. If this was going to be it, so be it: it may as well happen with an alien, of all people. That would make for quite a memory, too. Romin scratched her chin and looked away from the kitchen and from Sorako before speaking in a tiny voice. “But, um, what do humans taste like? Do you know?” She shuddered. “I hear, um, I hear that like pork or like fish are common answers.”

“I don’t know, beep boop.” Sorako told her very plainly. “But even if I did know, beep boop, the answer would look vary from me to you, beep boop.”

“So, like, um you’ve never had a first kiss or anything like that then?” Romin asked awkwardly.

“Nope, beep boop!” Sorako chirped rather brightly and unfazed.

“Me too…” Romin whispered.

“Well then that settles it, doesn’t it, beep boop?” Sorako announced.

“Huh? It settles what?” Romin asked, a touch alarmed and it showed in her stiff body language.

Sorako was as happy and as flappy as a wet noodle though. “We should kiss, beep boop!” she chirped.

“Wh-What, wait, no, it’s so sudden but,” Romin rambled as Sorako looked very waitingly at her, her malachite eyes shining, innocently, and Romin licked her lips, she was curious, she had never tasted Noodle alien before, “but if you insist. It’s for the good of bettering our knowledge of the known universe after all, mm-hmm.” She spoke decisively, punctuated with a few, sharp nods. She folded her arms.

Sorako thought she was being silly but so be it.

But she put her hand on the marble counter, it slid forward and with it, Sorako leaned in. Romin was a little bit scared. She couldn’t help it. She stressed about this sort of thing but Sorako was a beam of serenity, even as Romin winced in anticipation as something as chaste and gentle as a kiss on the lips. She closed her eyes tightly and she waited. And she waited. And she waited and then yuck!

Romin’s skin crawled as she felt Sorako lick a stripe up the side of her face.

“Yum, beep boop,” Sorako chirped, “you taste just like buttercream frosting, beep boop.”

“Wh-What?” Romin mumbled.

She was entirely helpless as Sorako continued to lick stripes up and down the side of her face. All but lapping her up so she could get a better taste of the bizarre and apparent sweetness that Romin, a human, a species known to be made of meat, could taste. It just simply did not compute with Romin as she blushed.

“Wh-What, how?” Romin stammered.

With some reluctance, Sorako pulled back but Romin still felt icky for having been licked. She shuddered as Sorako hummed in thought. She tapped the side of her face in thought as she tried to come up with a way to explain Romin’s taste back to her.

“Noodle People have a very advanced sense of taste and there are a lot of elements in humans, known to your primitive elemental table, that have sweet tastes, beep boop. As such, beep boop, you taste very delicious, beep boop. Like a nice, big buttercream cake, beep boop. With a nice, big berry compote taste underneath that vanilla, beep boop. So good, beep boop.” Sorako rambled dreamily.

Romin blushed. She didn’t know if she ought to be flattered or not but she was. Sorako beamed at her.

“May I have one more taste, please, beep boop?” she asked. She was cute as she put her hands on her knees, leaning in, her head tilted slightly to the left and with her antenna bouncing as she batted her eyelashes.

How could Romin ever say no to such an adorable face?

She sighed, “Sure, go ahead.” Romin said, fully expecting more licks to her face, as uncomfortable as it.

Instead, with her expectations subverted once again, Sorako kissed her right on the lips. She gently licked over the ridges of Romin’s lips before kissing her in full. Sorako savoured the berry taste of not only the lip balm that Romin used but also of the compote that she was compiled of. Whether or not her puny little human sensory organs could detect it or not.

It really was a delicious kiss. Eyes wide open and Romin watched, she could have gotten lost in the stars of Sorako’s eyes as she hoped to give a very human, if awkward and stilted and girlish, first kiss back to her.

“Thank you for that, beep boop, it was really good, beep boop.” Sorako whispered to Romin as she went red in the face; Sorako smacked her lips together, pleased, as well.

“Y-Yeah, thanks.” Romin replied, stuttering.

And now she was thinking of the taste that Sorako had given her. It was salty and savoury but it was super, duper delicious as well. She could only have envy for the aliens who experienced such out-of-this-world tastes and flavours as she let it settle on her lips kissed for the first time.

#femslash february #femslash #yugioh sevens #sevens #yugioh #romin kirishima #noodle sorako #marsbarshipping #romin x sorako #sorako x romin #writing tag #clover and violets #clover and violets 2021

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askkrenko · 4 years

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Krenko’s Guide to Pokemon: Zubat Line

BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS BATS Okay now that that’s out of the way, let’s just talk about this Pokemon. DESIGN:

Zubat has a wonderful, simple design of this ur-bat. Big wings, big ears, tiny body, and then I don’t know what’s going on with its legs there, but they cut a striking profile. Zubat is memorable, cute, and while clearly being a bat is also clearly something monstrous rather than being ‘just’ a bat.

Then we have Golbat as this big, mouthy thing that’s basically just a bitey mouth with wings. It’s the distilled essence of Vampire Bat- big, flappy, and going to chomp you. It’s really cartoony, but I like it.

Finally, Crobat has this sleek, four-winged design that makes it look like it’s just whipping about and ready to zoom everywhere. And I love that, too.

But you know what I don’t love? The line.

Golbat and Crobat both look great as evolutions of Zubat, but I just don’t read Crobat as an evolution of Golbat at all. I could see the two as a divergent evolution, but I don’t know how you go to huge mouth chompy boy to something that doesn’t even have fangs. Zubat doesn’t have legs, instead having those spikey things, then Golbat has feet, but then Crobat’s feet turn into extra wings? I just don’t get it. The inverted color scheme also feels weird going through Golbat. Zubat->Crobat as a flip seems fine. Zubat->Golbat staying the same and then Crobat being a flip feels odd. EVOLUTIONS: Zubat evolves at level 22, and then again through Friendship. This is fine. Friendship for final forms is a reasonable way to do it. Because nothing is more powerful than Friendship. Certainly not a Moon Stone. TYPING: As a Flying/Poison type, Crobat’s got a lot of overlap. Poison resists all three types that Flying does, and Flying covers poison’s Ground weakness, meaning Crobat has four types it can reliably switch into, plus Poison and Fairy resistance. The drawback here is that some of the overlap is offensive, too, and despite being dual-type Crobat’s only supereffective against Bug, FIghting, Grass, and Fairy, and has to worry about Rock and Steel resisting both its types.

STATS: Crobat is fast AF. 130 speed is absolutely something to write home about, with very few Pokemon outspeeding Crobat. With an attack stat of 90 and amazingly average defenses, Crobat’s not the hardest hitter, but it can take hits better than most of the things that outspeed it. ABILITIES:

I don’t want to speak too ill of Inner Focus, because preventing Flinching is reasonable and Flinching can make a break a fight, but Inner Focus only works if you go second, and that’s really only happening if the opponent uses Fake Out. Now, immunity to Fake Out ins’t bad in competitive battles, but Crobat’s other ability is just better.

Infiltrator means Crobat’s attacks ignore Reflect, Light Screen, Safeguard, Mist, Aurora Veil, and Substitute. Most of these are real moves that people use. It’s not the flashiest ability, or the strongest, but it’s extremely useful to have on a team so that if somebody throws up Reflect you can just punch right through it. Further, it allows Crobat to throw out Toxic through Substitutes. MOVES: The most important move for Crobat is kind of a pain to get, as it’s an Egg move, but it’s Brave Bird. A 120 power, 100 accuracy flying physical attack is a huge deal, even if it causes recoil. Crobat’s other major attack option is Acrobatics, which is 110 power and 100 accuracy, but only if you don’t equip an item. Which of these you’d prefer is really up to you.

Another very useful move for Crobat is U-Turn. Getting in a bit of free damage when you have to switch out Crobat is great, and as Crobat’s speed means you’re rarely taking a risk by not switching immediately.

Crobat’s best Poison-type attack is Cross Poison, but honestly, you don’t really need it. The only pokemon you’d be using it against are Fairy types as Grass types are also weak to flying, and if you see an Electric type you want to U-Turn the hell out of there. More importantly from a poison angle, Crobat can learn Toxic. Toxic can let Crobat beat through pokemon that are too big or bulky for Flying attacks alone.

The only other attack Crobat really needs to consider is Super Fang which, like Poison, lets it stand against particularly bulky Pokemon.

For non-attacks, Crobat has some options. Taunt at Crobat’s speed can shut off a lot of tactics, Defog is just something nice to have on a team, and Roost is a great heal if you’ve built your Crobat on the bulkier side, especially if you expect an incoming Rock, Electric, or Ice attack. OVERALL: Crobat’s held back a bit by a lack of type coverage in its attacks, but 130 speed on its own goes a long way. Crobat’s Infiltrator, Superfang, and Toxic make it uniquely suited to tearing down the tankiest pokemon. It’s not going to do any sweeping, but it’s going to have a lot of opportunities to show up and ruin something’s day, and with U-Turn it’s got a reasonable chance of doing that twice.

Crobat’s in a good place. It’s a good pokemon. It has a niche it’s good at, and while it could be better, it’s fine.

There’s a few things Crobat really needs to push it over the edge to great. First off, its attacks are very limited. It gets a few solid special attacks that it doesn’t have the stats for, but for its physical attacks, everything that isn’t Flying is basically in the 60-70 power range. It gets poison attacks, but no Gunk Shot. It gets Dark attacks, including Bite, but not Crunch or Sucker Punch. It can set up with Nasty Plot, but once again, Physical Attacker primarily, and it has nothing to raise that.

But Crobat’s okay. Because it’s hella fast. Yes, it could be better, but so could everything. Crobat’s in a good place.

...I still don’t see it as an evolution of Golbat, though.

#Krenko's Pokemon Guide #Zubat #Golbat #Crobat

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slasherscream · 5 years

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billy loomis x reader x stu macher + ft. wearing/sharing their clothes

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Stu wears the softest... best fucking clothes. You hug your boy because his hugs are state of the art but you also do it because he wears the softest shit. Someone who knows how to give a proper bear hug + the bliss of a sweater that feels like woven happiness? Indescribable high. Where the fuck are you buying this stuff, is often a question you mumble unintelligibly while you rub your face into his chosen top of the day.

Stu also doesn’t have a bad sense of style. Actually he’s got a pretty good one. Even a little bit aware of fashion trends. Is he following them? Not really. But he’s #Aware. Has summer, fall and winter wardrobe and no we’re not talking in terms of warmth/environmental protection. We’re talking colors. Certain cuts on certain clothing. We can go on and on here The point is the boy is style conscious.

In other words despite the fact that he’s huge stealing his clothes is fucking CHOICE. The fabrics? Nice. Colors? Nice. Style? Nice. Even if his shit is just totally hanging off you it looks so good that you’ll look good. Besides you look cute drowning in all his sweaters and shirts. He has aww’d at you out loud when he’s turned around and there you are in his clothes again.

He was being an obnoxious dick about it but actually meant it lowkey. His heart? Soft. Bat him away from you with flappy sleeves (which he looooves watching you push up/adjust all day long).

Billy notices you doing this thing(TM) with Stu that you never do with him and he is ….irritated to say the least.

Trying not to get mad about it because outside of this one thing you and Stu show absolutely no favoritism towards each over him. He’s getting honestly 0 vibes that you prefer each other to him. Thus, he’s trying to be reasonable (for once in his fucking life). Besides, he and Stu have their own “special” thing they do together. Even if this is just a special “two of you” thing he should be understanding of it, right?? … riGHT.

So anyway he’s gonna blow his fucking gasket.

Once he blows up. And yes it is a blow up (he’s physically incapable of discussing his feelings. Can only snap and yell them). Stu is actually the one who mediates this one. Gets up right in the middle of Billy bitching and yelling. Just walks upstairs. Billy is now absolutely losing his fucking mind becAUSE WHERE DOES STU THINK HE’S GOING-

Stu comes back and tosses a sweater at Billy's face full force. This did not make Billy less mad. Until he uses his one brain cell to realize it’s Stu telling him that if he wants to wear his shit he can and could’ve just totally been doing that all along. Why does he have to be so fucking difficult for? Nobody knows.

One part of his jealousy is fixed now even though he’s still trying to be huffy about it (he’s not putting on the sweater right now because he has to save face even though he wants to highkey).

"So why don’t you ever wear my shit, huh?“ Delightfully the focus is now on you. Your answer? Billy seems like the type to want his space/items/privacy/boundaries absolutely respected or God help you-

You didn’t really ask Stu to start wearing his clothes. It just happened naturally and increased in frequency naturally. You didn’t want to just do something with Billy and hope he went with the flow. Recipe for disaster right there.

Besides … you would’ve been embarrassed to just come out and ask if you can wear his clothes. It feels sappy and clingy to ask. Just doing it? Well the act is already done! Asking and then doing it? Flustered button has been pushed.

Silence settles in the room as you and Billy stare at each other wondering why you’re both like this. It’s rare that Stu gets to be the exasperated third party and he’s lowkey eating the shit it up.

Eventually Billy takes off his t-shirt and puts on Stu’s sweater. He tosses the t-shirt to you and you obediently put it on grinning the whole time.

The way you beam at him makes all his lingering insecurities melt away. Pretend this never happened anyone! Billy Loomis has never had a Moment of Vulnerability in his life. It was a false alarm. Shut the fuck up the both of you! Movie night is cancelled because y'all are laughing at him. He's going home! Fuck you! No he doesn't want a fucking hug-

You walk into school the next day wearing a white t-shirt that isn’t yours, a big ass cardigan that clEARLY isn’t yours and?? You look damn good. To the boys? You look very happily taken.

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#billy loomis x reader x stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis imagine #stu macher imagine #slasher x reader #when i tell you i laughed.... billy is a lil corn syrup bitch boy #billy doesn't have taste meanwhile?? stu....refined if you will adjkl #it's time for you to all accept that stu is actually the emotional stability in poly stu x reader x billy #put some respect on your boy's name bitches

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pi-cat000 · 5 years

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MSA: Winged Arthur AU (part 11)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,

Part 12: here

Vivi takes a second to think, giving him another concerned glance and he realises he’s let his smile waver.

“Okay, I’ll start.” She stops combing through the feathers, moving the hand to rub her chin, “First, I want to just say that, before everything went sideways, I remember being parked by the side of the motorway for van repairs. What happened to waking me up once you were finished, huh? It was definitely my turn to drive.”

A stern look follows.

Arthur winces, “Ah, sorry, I forgot.” Which was true. He had completely spaced, being too preoccupied with updating his ‘Lewis search map.’ He didn’t get many opportunities to do that. Not when doing so in front of Vivi invited a stream of unanswerable questions.

“Right, well, we’ll talk about that later. So, I pretty much woke up with the worst headache of my life to discover that we’d crashed into the side of Kingsman Mechanics. Not a great thing to wake up to.”

“Obviously, I searched for you first but didn’t see you anywhere. Then this lady with white hair, blue skin, and a tree growing out the top of her head, came strolling up. She was pretty cool…right up until she pulled out a giant pair of garden sheers and tried to chop Mystery’s head off. That wasn’t as cool.”

Vivi lapses into silence, frowning. “I whacked her with my bat, which pissed her off a lot. Her eyes did this crazy red flashy thing. I froze up and got sliced across the shoulder. I would have died…I almost did die.” She reaches up to massage her shoulder.

“If Mystery hadn’t been here...”

Arthur props himself up on his metal arm, about to reach out, but Vivi continues on before he can comment, “And Mystery turned into a huge multi-tailed Kitsune, it was…surprising. He saved me. He also got hurt saving me…”

The memory is obviously causing some distress and Arthur quickly searches around for a distraction.

“You know,” He starts, “I think I ran over a tree-lady holding a set of giant clippers resembling those tiny scissors your grandma uses on her bonsai collection. She smashed through the front window of the van.” With everything else, he’d completely forgotten about that little tidbit of information.

“A bonsai? I guess, now you mention it, she did look a bit like a bonsai,” Vivi perks up at the new information, “What else did you see?”

He shrugs, “Not much, I crashed the van right after that.”

Perfect. That phrasing implied the crash was caused by the tree-lady and not Lewis’s wacky ghost truck. He has no idea where he is in his relationship with Lewis, but Vivi’s pretty much a blank slate, and it feels wrong to sour things for her right off the bat. And he didn’t even need to lie to do it. Omissions weren’t real lies...

Vivi shakes her head, absently running her hand along a feather, before speaking with renewed determination, “They fought, Mystery and the tree-lady that is, it caused all that destruction in your junkyard. I hope he’s okay.”

“I mean, I’m annoyed that Mystery’s been pretending to be a dog for, like, ever, but he still saved me, and he was really hurt.” Vivi hesitates to glare off into the middle distance, “I wonder if my dad knew. I bet he did." She mutters the last sentence, sounding more irritated now. “I knew there was something weird about Mystery. I knew it. He’s way too old to be a regular dog.”

While Vivi goes off on a tangent, Arthur’s attention drifts down to rest, unbidden, on his metal arm. He doesn’t remember how he lost it, having only a vague notion of pain, terror and deep, all-consuming darkness. Just enough fuel for a few years’ worth of nightmares. Any real memory is gone, lost along with everything else concerning that night.

A Kitsune is a multi-tailed fox. The doctors had said that the bites on his shoulder resembled those of a 'larger than normal canid.' A wolf had been the running theory up until this point. His stomach turns, churning in discomfort. Across his back, the wings twitch in visible distress, pulling Vivi from her muttering.

“Okay…” She once again massages her shoulder with the hand not smoothing down feathers. However, her voice is now lighter and less burdened, “That was me. Your turn. How about you explain just how you came across these flappy guys.”

He wishes it were that easy. Arthur exhales, glancing over at the wing in her lap, stalling. He can’t tell if the feathers are coloured grey or just coated in a lot of dust and dirt.

“I think we’ve already covered most of it. I kind of woke up with them. Uh, when they glow gold I feel weightless?" He offers.

“They don’t hurt at all? Do you remember growing them?”

“Only when they get caught on things, and no, they just appeared.”

“And nothing else of note happened at all,” Vivi asks, blatantly curious. The undertone of enquiry causes Arthur to pause and re-evaluate. Is she probing for information? That was her ‘Arthur, you better be telling me the truth or so help me’ voice.

“No,” He answers slowly, wondering what exactly she’s searching for, “As soon as I could, I came searching for you. The rest you know….”

Arthur’s ready to go back to thinking about Mystery and arm removal now. He’d rather envision traumatic nightmare fuel than inform Vivi that the man she can’t remember loving had almost murdered him. He can’t do that.

Instead of answering, he focuses intently on rearranging the wings. This time, he doesn’t bother with muscles, picking the limp limbs up with his hands and physically moving them. Vivi lets him fuss, watching as he tries to sit upright and position feathers in a way that gives himself room to move without accidentally sitting on them.

“If that’s everything, then how did you get that,” Vivi points suddenly at his chest and Arthur immediately regrets sitting up. She is gesturing at the circular stain and ripped material above his stomach. It is a stain he has been trying very hard not to think about. Around him, the wings draw in, cocooning around his arms and torso to form a wall, separating him from her probing eyes.

Vivi continues, “…And there is an identical stain on your back.”

“An injury from the van crash,” He responds quickly. Too quickly.

“It looks like something has pierced straight through your torso. It’s too big to be something from the van.”

“Heh, funny, but that’s impossible, though.”

“You healed my probably fatal stab wound in under a second…What's to say you couldn't have done something similar for yourself.”

Arthur flinches. Subconsciously, his wings tighten further to hide the stain entirely from view. “The van crash was pretty serious, and I hit my head. I probably forgot or something. It’s healed. Why does it matter?”

“Where did those burns come from,” Vivi asks anew, eyes narrowing this time. The air vacates his lungs. She knows. Somehow, she knows about ghost-Lewis. Maybe she doesn’t know the whole story, but she has definitely seen his fiery-ghost form. When? How? While he was unconscious? Probably. He still doesn’t know how long he was out for.

“They’re from the crash,” He grits his teeth, realising he just dug himself a hole from which there is no escape. All he can do is hope he is mistaken. Please. Vivi can’t find out about Lewis like this. She is stubborn, overly protective, and this would definitely hurt Lewis’s chance at reconciliation and maybe restoring Vivi’s memories.

Vivi crosses her arms, “You’re lying.”

The statement is a fact. Arthur can’t say much in his defence, so he opts for stubborn silence. He hunches over, wings bristling, betraying his thoughts on the matter.

“Why are you lying? Arthur?” Vivi’s tone transitions to more strained, last vestiges of humour disappearing.

“Don’t do this. Not again. Please,” Her enthusiasm for supernatural theorising fades to be replaced with worry. He winces, deflating. Back when he had first lost his arm, there had been a lot injury downplaying on his part. It had caused serval fights over his wellbeing or lack thereof.

“This isn’t like that…I’m fine. I’m actually better than fine.” He’d found Lewis. Sure, the situation was less than ideal, maybe even terrible, but at least he’d found him.

Vivi searches his features, eyes darting across his face. Arthur wishes the wings would calm down in their twitching and stop giving away how agitated he was.

“Okay, I believe you. We’ll go with ‘fine,’ for now,” Vivi nods slowly, but she has got that sharp look about her and Arthur gets the sinking sense that he’s about to get called out on his bullshit.

“I just have one question. Is the source of those burns a wraith who just happens to go by the name of Lewis?”

Note: Vivi’s having none of it. This conversation gave me a bit of grief so I hope it came out all right.

Part 12: here

#MSA #mystery skulls animated #arthur kingsmen #Vivi Yukino #descriptions of injury #blood and injury #arthur angst #arthur digs himself a hole of lies #winged-arthur

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xleafyheartx · 4 years

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059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up?

Oh boy, heh. Jix has rather unique way of speaking. Some of it is because English is not his first language. Some is because he thinks he knows better words for things. And some is just because he’s a high energy little guy. Sometimes things that are simpler to him or easier for him to understand are quite roundabout and convoluted to humans.

Jix tends to call things what they are, as far it makes sense to him. For example, he called bees “fuzz buzzies.” Bees are fuzzy, and they buzz. Makes sense to him. Now, he knows the English word is “bee,” but if you ask him why he doesn’t use it, he’d tell you it’s because “bee” doesn’t tell you anything, whereas “fuzz buzzy” does. However, what does he call butterflies and dragonflies? “Fancy bees.” Why? because they’re like bees, only fancier. They’re bigger and prettier than bees but they still fly. Why doesn’t he call them “fancy fuzz buzzies?” Who knows, haha. Like I said, it makes sense to him. Tiny bugs are called “small crawlies.” Slugs and snails are called “slimey crawlies.” You get the idea.

He does the same thing with animals as he does with insects, except sometimes it makes even less sense, haha. Birds are “birdy-birds.” The only reason for that is he thinks the word bird is fun to say so he repeats it, heh. You would then think that bats would be “fuzzy birds,” right? Nope. “Furry flappies.” Because… they’re furry… and they flap. Now… birds flap too, but he doesn’t mention that. *sigh* Animals that are relatively small, like mice and rabbits and squirrels and even up to cats and small dogs are called “small furries,” whereas larger animals like deer, bear, and larger dogs and wolves are called “big furries.” Snakes are called “slitheries.” Lizards are called “scalies” or “spikey scalies.”

Likewise, Jix doesn’t use the word “star,” because he doesn’t get what that means. What the heck is a star? Heh. What are they to him? “Faraway twinklies.” Mushrooms are sometimes called “mushy-rooms,” but if they have big caps on them and Jix can play around wearing them on his head, they’re called “‘shroom hats.”

One of the things he says most often is “tasty littles.” This is what Jix calls berries or small fruits. Again, the reason he does this is because “berries” tells him nothing about what he’s describing. (Side note, he says “bewwies,” which is just adorable.) But yeah, Jix is just like what the heck is a berry? They’re little. They’re tasty. So call them tasty littles. That’s the explanation he’ll give to anyone who asks. Now… what happens when you have larger fruits? They’re not little anymore, right? They’re big, compared to him. So he called them “tasty bigs” or something, right? Nope! “Tasty big-littles.” Because they’re just like the littles… only big. *facepalm* It makes sense to Jix. XD

In fact, Jix butchers the name of nearly every fruit he comes across. Of the ones he uses the term “littles” for, here’s a list of a few: strawlittles, bluelittles, blacklittles, hucklelittles, cherry-littles, grapey-littles, pummy-littles (the little seeds inside pomegranates), and rasplittles. And then there are some big-littles: orange big-littles, lemony big-littles, limey big-littles, plummy big-littles, apple big-littles, and piney-apple big-littles. And then there are the fruits he just completely butchers in other ways because he can, haha: peachies, kee-wees, greatfruits, pummykins (pumpkins), pummy-granates (pomegranates), mah-may-toes (tomatoes), ba-na-na-nas (yes, there’s an extra “na”), watery-melons, coco-nutty-nuts, and figgies.

Something else Jix does is repeat words. You’ll often hear him saying “thank-thank,” “yes-yes,” “no-no,” or “what-what.” he does that just because he’s a high energy little dude who can’t contain himself. Also, the words “yes” and “no” seem very short to him, so he repeats them to make sure people heard him.

If there is an “i” or “o” in the middle of a word, Jix will often turn it into a “y.” Why he does this is a mystery, but I think it has to do with what types of syllables are easier for him to pronounce, and so he changes some words to fit that. So delicate is “delly-cate,” apologize is “apolly-gize,” and impossible is “impossy-ble.” Now sometimes he doesn’t change the pronunciation of something but then he has to slow it down and sound it out by syllable to get it right, so you’ll see me write certain words in his dialogue with dashes whenever he’s doing this. Positivity is “pos-i-ti-vi-ty,” and possibility is “poss-i-bi-li-ty.”

Jix will also mess up plurals and word types. For example, instead of saying he’s happy or that he’s filled with happiness, he’ll say he has “all the happies,” turning happy from an adjective into a noun and then making it plural on top of that. Sometimes instead of saying “cry” or “crying,” or “sing” or “singing,” he’ll say “doing the cries” or “doing the singings,” turning them from verbs into nouns.

Finally... something you’ll hear Jix say a lot is “Waaaaahhhhhhh!” XD This is just an exclamation usually of either wonder or awe or maybe surprise. If it’s in all caps he might be scared, heh. Think of it like “wow” or “woah” or “holy crap,” haha. That’s about what it means.

Okay I think that’s enough for now, heh. I’ve spent a lot of time developing Jix’s own personal “language” as you can tell. XD

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30 Day Monster Challenge 2 - Day #10: Favorite Goblin/Orc

1. Uruks

I wanna’ tell you a story, folks. It might sound a little familiar, but stick with me. Once upon a time, there was a farm-boy. A simple lad, who had high hopes for a life of adventure beyond the town. He wasn’t the brightest, but what he lacked in brains he made up for in bravery. One day, as you do, farm-boy was working out in the field with his family when a monster attacked. The local guard piled on to the monster, but they just couldn’t bring it down. It tore through soldier after soldier after soldier, just for the fun of it. Our farm-boy knew he would probably die, but he didn’t care. He had his chance and took it; he picked up a stick, ran at the monster, and brought it down. Our farm-boy became a hero.

That farm-boy’s name was Kravitz the Marked One. He was an orc slave working in the fields the first time he killed me. The warchief promoted him on the spot and gave him a set of armor. The second time he killed me they gave him a caragor to ride. The third time he was given command over a company of hunters. I got him on the fourth time, though, and recruited him to the Bright Lord’s army. I was going to make him Overlord of Nurn, and raise him up to sit at my right hand, a real rags-to-riches story. He helped me take the Overlord’s fortress, riding with me at the siege. But poor little Kravitz took a mortal wound there, one I couldn’t save him from. And as he lay there, dying in my arms, he looked and me and he said, “Remember this moment, Tark. Remember it for as long as you live.” And I always did.

There’s a lot of other stories I could tell you. About Ugakuga the Maddest One, who saved my life, or Kellec the Tree Killer who communicated only in screams, or Flug the Ghul Lover who would track a matron across Mordor just to protect her. Uruks are rambunctious, and violent. They fight with each other even if you get them on the same team. They’ll betray you at the drop of a hat for the smallest slight. They pick fights with warriors and monsters that can kill them in one hit just to make a point.

But when they’re your own, you love them.

2. Greenskins

The greenskins are the puncline to the grimdark joke that is Warhammer. While they’re in both the fantasy and 40k settings, they really stand out in 40k. Warhammer fantasy still has halflings, dwarves, and typical fantasy shenanigans to pick up the slack; 40k NEEDS some comic relief. The Orks aren’t concerned about empires or Chaos or the greater good. The Orks, pure and simple, are in it for the fun. They’re work is at its finest when its fast, loud, and in flames. Put together, they can generate a kind of psychic field that makes their beliefs a reality. This power is not used to reshape the fabric of the cosmos, but to enforce much more important principles like ‘things go faster when they have flames painted on. In the grim darkness, the orks are a pie to the face filled with C4.

3. Order of the Stick

The goblins in Order of the Stick are kind of different from how they’re commonly depicted, but not too unrecognizable. They’re a monster race, living in the wilderness, trying to eke out a living, though they’re a bit taller and smarter than standard goblins, about on par with humans. But the thing that makes them stand out is Redcloak, and Redcloak is pretty great, both as an antagonist and a character in his own right. Redcloak has made decisions, bad decisions, decisions that he could have not made but he did because he felt he had to. And it’s interesting to watch him now, filled with regret, committed to this course, and wondering what will happen next.

4. Nyambe

Nyambe-Tanda was an African campaign setting for 3rd. Edition D&D that not a lot of people remember. They should, because it was pretty great, both at representing an underexplored area of fantasy and also for its own setting features. Somehow, it blended West African mythology and post-modern tabletop fantasy masterfully. One of the best examples is its orcs.

You’ve got your standard narrative; at the beginning of time, there were the various races, and each of the gods favored one race over the others. Originally, the gods only divulged so much to the races because they wanted to keep things fair. But the orcs were having a hard time of it, living in badlands and scrounging for food. So their god, Ogun, the god of war, decided to give them a little boost. He made them stronger, faster, tougher than other races. But Ogun wasn’t just the god of battle; he was the god of blacksmithing. So the orcs of Nyambe learned how to mine and forge metal while the other races were still wearing leaves and furs. And by the time the other races figured out bronze, the orcs had iron.

From there, things went about as well as you would expect. The orcs swarmed out, conquering the continent one region at a time. The other races barely had metal, much less iron; any resistance was like bring a stick to a gun fight. Even after Ogun withdrew his patronage from the orcs, they turned to worshipping dark gods and demons, adding sorcery to their arsenal. The orcs set up a dark empire across Nyambe-Tanda, and it took nothing less than an alliance between all the races, the dragons, and God to stop them. The dumb orcs of Nyambe today are the cursed remnants of that empire, and their demon-haunted ruins still litter the continent.

Just think about all that. Look at how much the orcs did in this setting. And they did it for themselves; not for any god or Dark Lord, but because they wanted to. The Evil Empire that the plucky last-ditch rebellion had to stop didn’t use orcs; it was MADE by them. They fundamentally shaped the setting. In Nyambe, orcs are legendary and feared. Even the few remaining half-orcs are watched closely and with fear, looking out for any sign that the old powers might return. And that’s just such a massive departure from the norms of fantasy while still staying true to certain elements; I love it.

5. Pathfinder

Pathfinder’s goblins are clearly descended from Warhammer’s; cheerful, incorrigible pyromaniacs who enjoy arson, butchery, and singing adorable little songs about how much they hate horses. Even their designs are cute; oversized head, constant grins, beady little eyes, big flappy ears, and a shark-like nose make them look more like gangrene bats than monsters. When Pathfinder was first released, it was decided by the Paizo team that they wanted their monsters to stand apart from the standard D&D variants of monsters, remaining true to certain aspects while inventing new ones. Goblins were the first example, and are still the most beloved. They became mascots of the system, and even a playable race. So much malevolent charm has been poured into Pathfinder’s goblins that you feel almost bad for killing them. You’ll have to though, because they really don’t feel bad about killing you and then burning your house down.

6. Eberron

Eberron orcs are another attempt to experiment with the standard formula, seeing what can be retained and what can be changed. An orc on Eberron can still be a wild berserker, but they’re more likely to stick to one of the villages they live in as a farmer. Orcs in Eberron are the oldest species on the planet, predating humans and all the other races. It gives them this kind of grouchy veteran persona that pervades the whole race, and they tend to look down on the younger peoples. Eberron orcs are also a lot more spiritual, trying to live in tune with the land and spirits. It was the orcs’ druids that saved the world from extradimensional horrors long ago, and most of them stick to that tradition. They don’t want any praise or to be raised up as heroes, though. They mostly just want the young races to listen to them when they say important things like, “Don’t poke the fabric of reality” and “Don’t trust elves” and “No, ma’am, I would not care to do that with you.”

7. Warcraft

It was inevitable that Warcraft orcs would be on here. There’s no escaping them; by now they’re probably more popular than Tolkien orcs. They actually have a fairly complex history and lore; addicted to demon juice, tricked by an evil shaman, warring with the goat-people. Thrall is still the coolest shaman in anything ever, even if it is kind of hard not to just call him ‘orc Moses’. Even their explanation for the green skin is cool; an eternal curse for drinking demon blood in wars past. Honestly, though, I loved the orcs best in Warlords of Draenor. The Iron Horde is what elevated the orcs from ‘kind of cool’ to full-on ‘Metal’. It was a shame to see them go, but that’s just how it is.

8. Rankin Bass

My first orcs. I watched the Rankin Bass Hobbit films when I was a kid, so these were the first time I met goblins who didn’t come out of a fairy tale. They were scary more than cool, but they also had a kind of dorky charm to them. The original Hobbit goblins with their gaping mouths and giant fangs are still a classic. They seem like perfect fairy tale monsters to me, and fit right in to the Hobbit’s original tone. Also got to love those classic goblin hits like ‘Funny Little Things’. The orcs in Return of the King had way more variety in shape, and there was even some blurring between them and the trolls, but no particular design stuck with me. You know what did stick with me? The best damn song in the entire world, that’s what.

9. The Wolverines

Stan Nicholls’ Orcs series is more in the vein of the Black Company or the Golden Age of Berserk than it is any other kind of orc story. It follows the exploits of a mercenary band of orcs while they traipse around first one fantasy world, then more. By the second trilogy, they’re freedom fighters for orc supremacy on whatever world they can find them. All the while, they never stop being just unapologetically bastards. You get a feel for the commanders and the soldiers, while taking in that whole mercenary life pastiche. Not anything groundbreaking yet, but still a good band.

10. Goblin Slayer

Credit where credit is due, Goblin Slayer tries its damnedest to take goblins and make them horrific, intimidating monsters. Does it succeed? Ehhhhh... I don’t want to keep saying ‘Berserk did it better’, but it really is hard not to compare the goblins to the trolls from Berserk. Still, there’s stuff to applaud here. These are some nasty goblins, even in terms of design, with jagged shark teeth and dead frog eyes. If nothing else, it’s interesting to see the kind of hierarchy usually reserved for higher-powered monsters like dragons and demons given to the ‘cannon-fodder’.

#30 Day Monster Challenge #30 Day Monster Challenge 2 #orc #orcs #goblin #goblins #lord of the rings #warhammer 40k #world of warcraft #pathfinder #dungeons and dragons #long post

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Bats What I Like About You - Part 8

The story: During a camping trip, Poppy tells a campfire story about a magic wish-granting tree which is believed to exist in the Troll world. However, Branch doesn’t believe in the story and says that magic wish-granting trees don’t exist. His disbelief gets the better of him when he finds the tree and before he knows what is going on with it, it casts a spell on Branch, causing him to transform into a vampire bat and believe that the tree does exist! Now stuck as a bat, he has to try to get himself back to normal with the help of a bat named Feng, who tags along with him for the rest of the adventure.

You already seen what had happened in Part 7. Now get ready for Part 8!:

No! It wasn’t possible!

Branch couldn’t be a bat!

Poppy felt scared!

She felt numb!

She felt sick!

She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it would all go away. But it didn’t.

It is such a nightmare for everytroll to see! Guy was panicking in his auto-tuned voice, Smidge flicked her torch on and off many times and turning her head away from the sight of seeing a bat with a Troll’s head and Biggie was lying on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, clutching tightly to a frightened Mr. Dinkles.

And worst of all...

Branch was still a grey bat, staring up at Poppy, from where his name was formed with sticks.

“Branch! It’s r-really YOU!!!” she shrieked. “What the hell happened to you?!”

“Eeeeeeep!” Branch squeaked. “Eeeeeep, eeeeep! Eeeeep, eeeep! Eeeeep, eeep! Eeeeep, eeeeep! Eeeeeep! Eeeeep! Eeep, eeeeep!”

Poppy was confused. “What happened to your voice?” she asked.

Branch knew what is Poppy trying to understand. The look on her face seemed to tell him that she and her friends are unable to understand what he is saying because he was squeaking instead of using his Troll voice. He knew there had to be an answer to all this. He knew he must find a way to get himself back to the Great Wishing Tree that transformed him into a bat and a way to make himself a Troll again.

“Eeeeeeep!” Branch squeaked again. He was trying to get Poppy’s attention. He turned to the right and glided off, flapping his appendages.

“Eeeeeeep! Eeeeep!”

“Hey, where are you going?!” Poppy cried. “Come back here!”

Biggie took her by the shoulders and whispered “I think he wants us to follow him!”

At the statement, she nodded numbly. Then she raced after the Branch bat, with Smidge, Biggie and Guy following her from behind.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the woods, Feng was perched on a tree branch, with tears in his eyes. He was feeling disappointed that Branch chose to sleep on the ground rather than on a tree because he felt that it was too embarrassing for him.

He looked down at the ground and sighed unhappily. “I just can’t believe Branch just betrayed me like that! I just saved his life from Stade and now he wants to isolate himself! That’s so not fair!”

Feng kicked a pebble to the ground. There had to be a perfect solution to make up with his new friend. If only he would know just the thing...

Suddenly, a realization hit the little bat and he exclaimed triumphantly, snapping his fingers “Hey! I know! I’ll try to apologize to him, just to be clear! Perhaps I’ll be certain if he feels safe to sleep on a pile of sticks instead of sleeping on trees!”

Then he chuckled. “Ohohohoho! Here I come, new bat in town! ‘Cause Feng’s ready to strut some ‘ooga-looga!’!”

Feng reflexes his muscles and his wings, bluffing about in the woods and trying to practice how he can make some words to say about Branch. For sure, he will not deny any bat in the forest except one he had saved!

Feng was about to fly off again but then bumped straight into a person right in front of him!

BANG!

Dizzy stars surrounded Feng’s head as he recovered from the impact. When he squinted to see where he had bumped into, he gasped!

“Oh dear!”

It was the bat farmer that had captured Branch last night! The Troll walked slowly forward to Feng with his hand reaching towards his wing. “All right, batty. Come on...you’re coming with me!”

And just like that, he snatched the funny bat by his leg!

“Eeeeep! Eeeeep! Eeeeeep! Eeeeeeep! Eeeeeep! Eeeeeep! Eeeeep! Eeeep!” Feng squeaked. He tried to wriggle free but the farmer held him even tightly.

In his own voice, Feng was screaming “Hey! Unhand me, “whoever’s-working-for-Stade”! Unhand me, please! This isn’t how a high-class vampire bat would meet his own demise!”

“Off to Professor Stade, we go, fella!”

Feng held up his fists and pretended he was trying to fight back with the Troll who took him hostage. He said boastfully “Wanna fight like a man here?! Huh?!” and he punched, but even though he was describing all these powerful blows, Feng was still just a fuzzy little bat. His soft claws couldn’t do much damage as opposed to Branch’s.

“That’s how you play ‘bat’, huh?!” he sneered. “Are ya gonna kill me now?!”

“That’s it. Settle down, settle down!” the farmer said, trying to stop him from squirming in his hand. “Finally got ya, little fella! This is it for you!”

The Troll turned the corner, holding a helpless Feng, and was gone, out of sight.

Oh no! Poor Feng! Who will ever save this cute fuzzy wuzzy bat with his woffly nose, his thin little fangs and flappy-looking wings?!

Meanwhile, Poppy and her friends are running about the woods, trying to find Branch. Poppy looked around as her head started to spin.

“Branch?” she called out. “Where are you?”

“Eeeeeep!”

Poppy turned to the right to hear Branch’s echoing squeaks. Suddenly, she and her friends stopped by a gleaming white tree trunk in front of them.

“Holy glitter!” Guy Diamond exclaimed in his auto-tuned voice. The Trolls found themselves staring at a rare white tree with gleaming sparkles and shiny roots under their feet! It’s the Great Wishing Tree!

Poppy was none other than happy when she saw it! “Yay!” she gushed with utter joy. “We found it, guys! The Great Wishing Tree!”

The Trolls, except Branch, all exclaim with “oohs” and “aahs”.

“Wow!” Biggie gasped. Then he turned to Mr. Dinkles in his arms and cooed “Mr. Dinkles, did you see that? The Great Wishing Tree of Troll World!”

The worm replied with a relieved “Meep!”

Guy whooped “It’s sooooo beeeeauuttiffull!!”

“It’s so magical!” Smidge said, feeling the tree’s warm sparkles.

“Well, speaking of that,” Biggie said. “Who had led us here to that tree?”

Branch brushed against the trunk and squeaked “Eeeeeep!”

Poppy knew what Branch meant. He wanted to show his friends that he had found the tree himself! She was delighted.

“Oh, Branch!” she chirped. “It’s so nice of you to lead us here to the magical wish-granting tree of the Trolliverse! You’re so fantastic with being so expertise!”

But Branch shook his head. “Eeeeeep, eeeeeep!”

What was Branch trying to tell them?

His eyes were glittering, his wings flapped angrily.

“Uh, Poppy,” said Smidge. “I think Branch is trying to tell us something else other than leading us to the tree.”

“Let me handle this,” Poppy told her. She turned to Branch and asked him “What is it, Branch? What are you trying to tell us?”

Branch could tell about Poppy’s expression that she is unable to hear his voice. So he knew he had to do something so that his friends can understand what has happened to him. He landed on the ground and decided doing some charades, explaining how the bat stole the firewood he collected last night and he ended up shaking the tree which causes the tree to wake up and hear Branch making an accidental wish before he woke up becoming a bat.

The Trolls watch in dismay as Branch completed the story by pointing at the tree. Then he pointed at himself.

“What’s he trying to tell us now?” Guy wondered aloud.

“Eeeeeep!” Branch squeaked, glaring at him.

“So...let me get this straight...” Poppy said, trying to contact with the situation. “The Great Wishing Tree did cast a spell on you after you accidentally wish you want to be a bat?”

Branch nodded. “Eeeeeeeep!”

Upon the finish of Branch’s tragic story of his transformation, the Trolls began to panic again. But Branch tried to calm them down by squeaking “Eeeeeep! Eeeeeep, eeeep! Eeeep, eeep!”

This meant “Be quiet, guys! Can’t you see what has this tree got myself into?!”

“How can you think we can be quiet?!” Guy screamed. “Look at you!” Then he rolled all over the floor and started crying.

Poppy shushed the Trolls. “Ssssssh!” And they all managed to keep calm. But they can’t help staring at Branch, who was still a bat. They prayed it was the right bat.

Poppy fell to her knees as Branch walked closer to her. She looked down at him and said sadly “Oh, Branch. I had no idea after all this time, you were so mad that this tree I told you guys last night was not real...and now, look at you.”

She put out her hands. She couldn’t stop them shaking and she felt terrified. She’d never touched a bat before. And even if his bat was her boyfriend, she thought the rest of Troll Town were going to be sick...

Branch could feel Poppy’s expression. He was touched by her sentence. He remembered shouting at them back at the camping trip about the tree’s existence but now Branch was wrong. Completely wrong...

He squeaked to Poppy sadly and tried to explain it is all his fault, making his girlfriend angry at him because he wasn’t even listening to her during the campfire story about the tree. He even tried thinking about Feng but that really did hit him hard. He sighed, not wanting to bear the pain in his head anymore. But he couldn’t bear on seeing Poppy’s disappointed look on her face so this made him sigh even more sadly.

Branch knew he had to cheer her up. He scuttled over to Poppy’s fingers and rubbed against them. All the Trolls could think was, they hope this bat was Branch and not a stranger. Yuk!

His fur was grey and glossy. And warm. And it bristled like a brush, tickling Poppy. His claws scratched gently against her skin. Yuk, yuk, yuk!

Then he clambered into her arms and curled up into a ball. He whimpered. “Erk!”

Biggie’s eyes were wide with horror. “Poor Branch...” he whined.

Poppy reached over and stroked his hair and his fur, complete with hugging him close in her arms.

“Eeeeeeep!”

“Awwww!” Poppy thought Branch was really cute while cuddling up in her arms. She hugged him tightly, feeling his deadpanned pulse in his heart. She stroked his pointy little ears.

“I seriously felt bad for him,” Guy said.

“Me too, Guy,” Smidge replied.

“What are we going to do about him?” Biggie asked.

Poppy knew there was a solution. She turned to her friends and answered “We just gotta tell the tree to wish him back into a Troll so that none of this would’ve ever happened!”

“You mean reverse the effects that the tree has made to the Trolls?” asked Guy.

“Yeah,” Poppy replied, rolling her eyes. “Maybe there is a cure to reverse the process of the Trolls’ wishes they make when they encounter the tree. My dad tells me that if the Trolls make a wish to get them to normal, the wish might take effect! So it’s the same thing like they make their own wishes, but in reverse style!”

Smidge was impressed by what Poppy was trying to explain. “That’s a great idea, Poppy! Let’s try to wish for Branch to turn back into a Troll!”

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Biggie cheered.

“Okay, I hope this works,” Poppy muttered. She looked down at Branch, cradled in her arms, and whispered gently to him “This is it, Branch. I’ll start making my wish to the tree now so you’ll be back to normal in no time!”

She took a deep breath and held up her batty boyfriend, whispering aloud “I wish...I...wish...for...”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppp!!!”

A loud deafening screech had cut Poppy’s words short! The Trolls all winced from the noise, complaining at once.

“W-what is t-that?” Biggie cried, covering his ears. Mr. Dinkles puts on some earmuffs to shield himself from the noise.

“Oh my gah!” Smidge yelled. “My poor ears!”

“Eeeeeep!” Branch squeaked suddenly, his little ears pricking up to hear where the screech is coming from.

To him, that screech seemed very familiar.

“Feng?” he whispered.

Then he released himself from Poppy’s grasp and glided out of sight, wings flapping, diving through the trees and bolting into the narrow branch holes.

“Eeeeeeep, eeeeeep!”

“What the?” Poppy cried, realizing that Branch is no longer in her arms. She looked at the flying black blur and exclaimed “Branch?! Where are you going?!”

But Branch was gone.

“Follow that bat!” shouted Biggie. Then all the Trolls raced into the path where Branch was flying towards to...the loud screeching sound still echoing around the woods.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppp!!!”

Could be Feng? Could it be really him? In trouble?! thought Branch in a panic as he continued flying through the woods. It can’t be!

To Be Continued...

Stay tuned for Part 9!

The Great Wishing Tree belongs to @gemennair.

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sleepingcatemojis · 2 years

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Hi! Can I ask for some bat wing flappy stim emojis? Preferably black bat, and also maybe a cute black vampire bat smile emoji?

hi its the black bat flappy asker, just saw you have some bat wing flappys but i was wondering if instead of up and down it was more like, forwards and backwards, if possible! love the emojis hope you have a good day!

here you go!! i was planning on drawing an actual bat but it turns out i can’t draw bats very well

#requests #ell’s emojis #custom emojis #custom emotes #discord emojis #emotes #emoji #stim emojis #wing flap emojis #emotion emojis #black #bat

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dzmoot · 5 years

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COUNT CLAUS

It was decades ago when I was ten And it was a time for good will towards men It was Christmas time, the cream of the crop Time for lighting contests, dressing up pine trees and grown ups to shop For the year's most popular of knick knacks and toys For their angelic little girls and mischievous little boys There was Toby the Teddy that talked and did hand stands

A rubber action figure, Sam Stretch that stretches and expands

There was Miss Penelope Perfect with a make up set and brush

A giant mutant lizard monster that spit up slime and mush

And a Baby Poops Too Much for little cousin Jane

For dear Johnny, a noisy remote control flying saucer sure to drive mom and dad insane

And what did I want that year, I wasn't quite certain Perhaps some dinosaur mittens or a cowboy curtain But there was one thing set in the stone I would be up all night Christmas Eve, curious and alone To get a glimpse of the big man in red With the big fuzzy cloud beard upon his huge round head I would watch him put the presents under the tree And laugh and smile with utmost glee He would eat every cookie and drink all the milk And put on his black gloves made of smooth silk And then with a finger nicely placed aside his nose He would stand upright on all ten toes And up the chimney he would fly like smoke He's in pretty good shape for an old folk

I couldn't wait, to get a glimpse of Santa Claus And all I had to do was listen closely for reindeer paws

So, as you would imagine, it was the night before Christmas when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, except for my pet mouse

The stockings all hung by the fireplace with care There was a holiday snow globe and a festively dressed teddy bear And I on the couch with my jammies and cap Was drinking lots of coffee to make sure I wouldn't take a nap When out in the front yard, there arose such a clatter I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter Away to the front door I flew like the Flash Whipped it right open and looked past the trash The fog was hovering over the hard, frozen snow And there was no lustre of midday from the moon to show When what to my anxious eyes did appear But a weird looking sleigh and nine, fanged bats instead of reindeer With a caped, terrifying driver so UNDEAD and sick I wondered to myself, WAS THIS REALLY SAINT NICK?

More rapid than werewolves his monsters they came And he hissed and shouted and called them by name Now Ripper Now Dripper Now Sucker and Spewer On Killer On Crippler On Stoker and Skewer To the top of the house, to the top of the wall Now flap away flap away flap away all And when the coursers landed on the roof The dreaded vampire Claus transformed into a bat with one single POOF As I shut the door and hid behind the armchair Down the chimney St. Nicholas flew, ashes flying into the air He turned back into a human with red eyes and sharp teeth And he had a candy walking cane and a large collar instead of a wreath

His cape how it fluttered, his glare how scary He seemed to hover around which made me quite wary His sharp fangs dripped gooey blood onto his belly It looked as if he just consumed somebody’s brain jelly He was spooky and plump, a right wicked old elf And I gasped when I saw him, in spite of myself A blink of his glowing eyes and a 360 spin of his head Soon gave me a feeling of terror and tremendous dread He spoke not a word and went straight to his work And filled all the stockings, the big blood sucking jerk And laying his finger aside of his nose He turned back into a bat and up the chimney he rose

He flew to his sleigh, to his bats gave a whistle And away they all flew like a nuclear missile And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight Merry Christmas to all, and to All a Good Night!

And I said to myself, was I hearing that right?

How could such a terrible monster make people giddy He should be out scaring trick or treaters on Halloween, he’s ghastly and gritty He’s nothing like the Santa Claus I always dreamed In his sight, people probably hid under their beds and screamed So in those hours after Dracula Claus had gone I devised a plan well into dawn I would wait until next year, when the present delivery would start And when he comes back, I would stake Count Claus straight in the heart

Yet again, it was the night before Christmas when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, except for the pet mouse There were no stockings, no snow globe, no Christmas tree by the chair I anxiously waited until Count Claus was there And when he arrived, I flew to the fireplace And prepared to strike Count Claus square in the face He flapped down the chimney, a bat yet again And I readied my sharp, limited edition silver pen When to my surprise, Count Claus transformed into a beast And looked at me like I would be his midnight Christmas feast He had several eyes and claws like a crab And he waved his tentacles around me like he was ready to grab

I cried and I shrieked like a big, slobbering baby Until I heard a soft voice, like a small bird in a tree Count Claus was back to normal and he wasn’t as scary His fanged mouth formed a smile and he put his arm around me He said, Dear little Toddy McFaggletrodder, I mean you no harm I know I look like I would bite off your arm I know I look like I came straight from the grave But I’m actually that kindly Claus you’ve always known, the one all people rave I’m just a vampire, forced to come out at night For if I came out during the day, I would crumble to dust in the bright light That’s why I stay up high at the North Pole It’s pitch black and dark as coal To protect me until Christmas comes again So I can continue to spread good cheer among God’s great men

And with those words, I was no longer afraid Count Claus would surely be something I would no longer evade And as Claus put his presents upon the floor He asked me if I’d like to go on a little tour He would take me along on his long winter trip And I would ride on his grand bat pulled ship I couldn’t wait, it was like the Christmas specials on TV I wondered and wondered about all the fantastic things I would see And we flew away, all around the world The sleigh was like a roller coaster that looped and swirled We visited house after house, through the thick winter sauce And surprisingly, Count Claus didn’t flee at the sight of a cross He feared no garlic, no grains of rice No bibles, no holy water, no wolfsbane spice He gave the children their presents, his ultimate goal And when he was finished, he took me to the North Pole Because it was pitch black, it was hard to see But the glowing nose of Rudolph the Bat led the way for me

And we entered Count Claus’ grand toy making castle Without any hustle, bustle or hassle

And again, what did my wondering eyes should appear But thousands of strange looking elves with one single eye, so clear They still had pointy ears and tiny Christmas hats They were busy making toy soldiers and silver baseball bats And their voices, how high pitched, how squeaky, how merry Their yellow ears so flappy, their toes so hairy

Then Count Claus showed me all his machines The Great Toy Spaceship-O-Matic, a thingamajig that made tambourines A gingerbread house maker, a firetruck snapper A Susie doll head plopper, a frisbee clapper There was a gizmo that made multi colored toy snails And a conveyer belt that made toy chainsaws, hatchets and nails Last but not least was the great Wind-Up Toy constructor And an elf named Morty was the controller, the conductor There were wind up toys of elephants, kangaroos and soldiers There were even wind up cowboy boots and cup holders I saw a guy in a car, a juggling clown, an alien invader Why, there was even a wind up kung fu alligator

We met some of Claus’ comrades, Credence was first He was a critter with a Christmas ball head and drank cocoa to quench his thirst

A gingerbread giant that almost hit the ceiling

The Insectoid Candlehead, dripping hot wax and squealing

And like a haunted house at Halloween There was even a floating present poltergeist, a bright red and green

The North Pole’s first line of defense, a battalion of nutcrackers

They stood prominently and were led by General McKlackors!

Outside on the white, slushy snow so delicious Was a talking snowman the elves called Aloysius

He told me a story about the fateful Christmas Eve When the presents were stolen by a furry green fellow, I couldn’t believe He told me a skeleton kidnapped Santa one night And trapped him in a crypt where he received that fateful vampire bite As the tour continued, I bid Aloysius goodbye He had a warm heart for such a frosty guy And with a bit of magic, Santa gave life to his long walking cane He was tall with a mustache and was named Cain

Cain Charine was the Count’s most prized assistant When he checked Claus’ naughty and nice list, he was quite persistent He had a bit of an accent and kept all the elves in line He knew just what toy making duty to assign He got up and waved his long rubbery arms And tried to amuse me with his humorous charms And after awhile, Claus turned him back into his walking stick I’m sure if Count Claus ate him, he would become very sick

Then we went back outside, walked towards a forest, so bright Was the forest on fire, I feared, not quite It was a beautiful, stunning moment to cease When we saw the entire forest full of glowing Christmas trees The lights were so bright I thought I’d go blind And the reds, the blues, the greens, so defined They glimmered and glistened like burning night stars And the stars on top glowed like headlights on cars It was like a grand Christmas dream, it would never be forgotten But little did I know something would come along, something very, very rotten When we least expected it, it hit us like a knife When one of the glowing trees suddenly came to LIFE

It was an alien from a gleaming Christmas star Bringing terror and tyranny from afar He had 5 eyes, more than a spider And long, tendril arms and a prickly trunk, much wider

He was ready to pounce and devour us like cookies But we would defeat him, we were brave rookies He chased us, far up the snowy mountain Far past the fruitcake valley and down the eggnog fountain He chased us down the slope of drippy chocolate balls And into the great, sticky rock candy halls Count Claus whipped out some tinsel and a large red sack And tied the creature up, than I covered him up and pushed him on his back We drug him back to the castle and put him in the freezer He was frosty, a frozen tree, cold hearted like Ebenezer And we put him right in the middle of the hall So all the elves and critters could admire him, they could all have a ball It was an odd Christmas, like one I never had And now that I am old, I tell this story to you my lad In hopes that you will one day have a similar adventure to endure Because, right now, at this moment, Count Claus is at the door Have a good time, say hello to the elves To the magical toys upon the shelves And beware strange aliens disguised as Christmas trees For they might devour you like strings of cheese It’s Christmas time, a time for excitement, over and under And who said vampires can’t spread cheer and wonder

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM DERRICK ZURN’S MOON OF TOONS!

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lulu’s super long doctor who notes, third and final part!!

from turn left, to the end of time

-there is so much going on in turn left aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA -that setting was mighty stereotypical, though.

-you know what??? i've seen some discussion about whether or not ten intended to die with the racnoss, re: the parallel world possibly being based on what donna knows of ten and not knowing he could regenerate so she thinks he would've just died, but 1) i think this parallel universe is clearly a little more than just being built by donna and the time beetle 2) no, 100%, ten intended to die. -the amount of times after the racnoss that ten is willing to die?????????? and with the place ten's at in the runaway bride, right after losing rose????? the look on his face????? yeah. yeah, he would've. it's absolutely not far-fetched at all to think that if donna hadn't stopped him, ten would've outright refused to regenerate and let himself die. -yes this absolutely shatters my whole chest to think about and i am screaming :)

-if it had been focused on ten instead of donna, in like a completely different tone, this episode is just it's a wonderful life and from that angle it's like -not only is the doctor so important. but this particular incarnation, ten himself, is so so so important, not just to the world but to donna -donna is brilliant!!!!!!! and her friendship with ten is so pivotal and important to both of them, they both save each other and make each other better people -and everyone else he's met!! sarah jane and martha!!!!!!! -how many times can i say 'it's the human connection' before it gets old

-donna has a long flappy brown jacket like ten's................

-rose babygirl...........you've grown up so much...........can't call you babygirl anymore

-oh, i'm gonna say it now. i'm feeling it now and i'm not even at journey's end, donna also deserved way better from her season -sometimes i think she's written as way less intelligent than she actually is (even if she doesn't think she is she's very clearly smart in her own way and does have skills, and this is acknowledged when it's relevant.) and big dislike. you're telling me a woman of donna's age doesn't know what a labor camp is. (-oh i don't feel this about the poison sky, though. quite frankly if i was in her position and had to go around bonking potatoes on their air ducts, yeah, i'd be fucking terrified and reluctant to do it and forget i had three fingers. it's the terror of, this is real life and you can't mess up.) -i loved her hanging out with martha because donna is still in focus in those episodes, but then she gets sidelined so river can be there (we do still see her but clearly i have problems with those episodes as a whole so no, doesn't count.) -and then she's not in midnight :( -i just feel like there's a lack of donna in her own damn season, of donna getting to be donna

-the whiplash of ten needs to live but that means in this universe donna has to die so she can live (-ten having to meet donna to live. but donna can't remember meeting him and really living) (rtd you are testing me)

-it's so nice to see everyone in stolen earth/journey's end even with my absolute complete lack of torchwood knowledge :) -oh i'm serious!! the gang's all here, look at them!!!! -i did not recognize gwen as gwyneth (although i thought that was fun!) i recognized her from broadchurch -ah, so here is the fabled ianto

-i'm pissed that rose doesn't know about martha :( i mean i guess it works itself out when rose says she likes her but. meh :( -martha is as important as donna!!!!!

-mr copper foundation????? like??????? like clive swift???????? mr copper my beloved -and here we have another......large scale thought movement through a phone network..........although this is more like a bat signal which i think is hilarious

-me watching ten and rose reunite: i'm already crying bc i know he's gonna get yoinked but god look at them :( my babies

-is it a vanity issue? -don't know. have very little thoughts about it right now. -there's probably thoughts to be filled in here after the end of time and i will come back to that -although, i won't deny, i do think ten does like the way he looks and is a lil vain about his appearance, i just think there's more going on here -ugggggg not to be petty but i also think eleven saying that is like half the doctor covering up for using a regeneration/ten's absolute hellscape and half moffat taking shots

-oh davros coming in with the hard truths. wow -"you take ordinary people and you make them into weapons." cause they are LITERALLY all threatening some sort of genocidal sacrifice to stop the daleks, just like the doctor -"this is my final victory, doctor. i have shown you yourself." ohh i actually have thoughts about something like that from earlier that i hadn't actually written down yet bc i couldn't get it to flow right but like. YEAHHHH

-so ten is like, very much confronted by pieces of himself, what he's capable of, what he's lived, what he's not capable of; who the doctor is, at the end of the day -dr. lazarus and regeneration; the family of blood and immortality; everybody lives/everything has its time; john smith and tentoo (and even tom) living lives he can't; his voice used against him on midnight; his friends, who made him better, ready to do the very thing that destroyed him, without a second thought -TENTOO FLAT-OUT KILLING THE DALEKS VS TEN OFFERING TO SAVE DAVROS (-THE NEXT DOCTOR)

-oh you know the one (1) thing i did not know was gonna happen in journey's end???? the thing that had my jaw literally drop and had me going 'excuse me?????? the fuck?????? again???????????' -MICKEY SUDDENLY DECIDING TO STAY ON REGULAR EARTH -I'M???????????????????????????????? FOR REAL???????????????????????????? -i!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he was absolutely building a life there for the past like??? two years or something????? and just DROPS IT and IMPLIES IT'S MORE BC OF TENTOO THAN HIS GRANDMOTHER. LIKE MICKEY YOU WERE STILL HOLDING OUT FOR ROSE???????????????????????? -god. unbelievable

-all of them working together!! all of them flying the tardis!!!!! everything i ever wanted :) -"you've got the biggest family on earth!" the doctor does!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -and yes they've all got someone else :(

-tentoo is. fascinating -and terrible. like, truly terrible -i mean..........................tentoo is jammed with potential, this half-human version of the doctor, this copy, this real thing, this complete and incomplete mess, this awful wonderful being, donna’s attitude and determination and ten’s determination and anger (-godddddddd if ten and tentoo had actually, really, truly interacted. ten fully presented with everything he is and everything he's done, and can't be. the doppelganger that's just you. the physical representation of your best strengths, your worst actions, your self-hatred. i want them to hug. self-recognition in the face of yourselffffffffff) (GOD HE IS A COOP) -but he really is. like. the strangest fucking consolation prize to rose. rose gets A Doctor but she does not get Ten. she doesn't get The Doctor. she gets him but she doesn't get Him. -ten has to stand there and purposely not say he loves her so that tentoo can say it and they can be together instead -i mean something clearly has to be done with tentoo!!!!!! and i love this potential!!! but!!!! like!!!!! rose spends all this time getting out of the parallel world and now, she, has, to, go, back -WITH THIS YES-BUT-NOT-THE-DOCTOR

-IT'S GOOD THAT THE HAND COMES BACK BUT THE HAND COMES BACK LIKE THIS??????????????????????????? -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

-i'm, very iffy about donna being 'the most important woman in the world' and the, coincidences converging on her in a fate/destiny manner -and it's because donna doesn't get to remember being the most important woman in the world. she doesn't get to change. she spends the entire season never really believing she's worth it, or even getting real onscreen time to address it, then she gets one pep talk from tentoo, and then has to forget everything and doesn't get to remember that she has worth -it. breaks my heart it's so absolutely unfair to donna -tentoo survives bc he's more time lord than human bc he grew out of the hand but donna can't bc she's more human than time lord and that's so terrible. donna should've been allowed to, idk biologically compensate for that a little bit somewhere too -does having a time lord brain have to mean knowing everything ten knows, specifically, instead of just, being time lord-y? -but it's ten's knowledge that lets donna fix things, the doctor's overall knowledge, not just being a time lord -WELL IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE -no i don't know how i would resolve donna staying a time lord in a timely way before eleven, but you know what????? DOESN'T MATTER CAUSE SHE STILL DESERVED THAT!!!!!!! -it's just awful. and such a slap in the face to donna's character -donna deserves knowing for real that her life has meaning beyond being a temp and not even that she did all these wonderful things but that she's loved and worth it -i don't even want to say "I GUESS" and call it a parallel for rose and the time vortex because it's just that awful -IT DOESN'T ALWAYS HAVE TO BE A TRAGEDY, IT DOESN'T, THOUGH -in a season that also had jenny, a genetically created time lord, and tentoo, exactly the same as donna only with the benefit of being a time lord first, donna existing as a time lord????? feasible. -you know we could've had the most absolutely fucked up but fascinating plot line of ten accidentally rebuilding the time lords only they're cooler. sort of. not really. they're a mess, he's a terrible dad. but yeah (-wait that means we’d get the master: i made everyone into me! ten: yeah well i..........oh, shit)

-no i don't know how i would resolve donna staying a time lord in a timely way before eleven, but you know what????? DOESN'T MATTER CAUSE SHE STILL DESERVED THAT!!!!!!!

-wilf making me cry again :(

-top top fav ten+donna episodes -- partners in crime, the fires of pompeii, planet of the ood, the sontaran stratagem/the poison sky, the doctor's daughter, midnight

-specials time!!!! specials time ~ -every day i get closer to watching the waters of mars and every day i go 'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' about it

-aww i thought the next doctor was really very sweet

-"you've got your son, you've got a reason to live." "and you haven't?" every day i am in pain -it's very........no, he does not. but also his reason for living is so he can possibly sacrifice himself to save the world yet again -ten needs a vacation. and not one that ends with a cowboy hat and a lei!! -okay you know what. i think you could say ten's suicidal beats are maybe getting smacked a little too much but i'm gonna let it go BECAUSE -he does eat dinner with them!!!! he does!!!!! oh my god but he does -my heart :)

-even if i do think he would've genuinely let himself die in turn left and i stand by that. i also don't think ten actually truly wants to die i think he's just high-key exhausted and worn down and ready to stop -and ready to do what he thinks he has to -like he wouldn't have stopped killing the racnoss or the flooding, without donna. but he would've stopped you know???? -just, stopped. -when you don't want to be anymore -ten in the lazarus experiment saying "in the end, you just get tired." -and he's ready to sacrifice himself to be a hero, to be a very reckless hero, to at least go out like that, or, if there's anything that even vaguely overrides the depression tired it's the hero complex -there's a lot in here and i am trying to be very careful in parsing it without shattering my brain too much or getting it wrong or projecting

-i know i'm getting ahead of myself here but -so then being confronted with his death in the end of time..... -it is and it isn't the kind of death ten would've chosen -he gets to save wilf, who means so much to him, but this means the end of him -and no one really wants to die. -and ten, specifically, is considering this regeneration as a death, where nine did not -i don't think it is so much a matter of vanity, i think it is very much that yeah ten is the most human of the regenerations and clearly thinks of regeneration as more of a death than an ongoing part of the doctor's overall life

-ANYWAY. still have another note to make here for this episode -"i suppose in the end, they break my heart." yeah :( there it is :( -i also stand by 'it doesn't HAVE to be a tragedy all the time but like sometimes. the companion/doctor relationships are tragedies'

-hey. so how do the images of the doctor get on the infostamp. like. yknow -no i think this is really really funny HOW DID THE CYBERMEN JUST HAVE FOOTAGE OF ALL OF THEM

-"he will knock four times" sounds so much more master-adjacent than it winds up being and it's WILF

-aaaaaaaaaaaa waters of mars waters of mars waters of marsssssss -christ!!!!! fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -first of all. beyond the god complex for a moment. the cracked skin and the water was i think The scariest thing i have seen on this show. that was a lot.

-god even the episode titles are reversed. the fires of pompeii vs the waters of mars -"anything i do, just makes it happen" TEN -well yes pompeii did wind up being him, which was terrible. and again -- the doctor's presence helping and exacerbating at the same time in really all circumstances

-it's like. it's really a lose-lose situation -once ten knows where he is, he has to leave. ten knows he has to leave, and is first not allowed to leave. ten is then allowed to leave, but chooses to stay bc the little fucker just can't not stay and help and find things out because this is something new -and who is the doctor if not someone who helps? even at a fixed point? -but he has to leave, and he knows that! and he goes to leave!!! -and then adelaide asks him to help (and ten just said in the next doctor "two words i never refuse") and he can't, this time he has to refuse them -you're at a fixed point you know you can't change. this has to happen. APPARENTLY THE ENTIRE FUTURE HINGES ON THIS WOMAN DYING RIGHT HERE which is, oh you know that's mildly dicey, see this is why we need a fixed point that's not death, but it's also a matter of, so often it really is just the tiniest things happening that matter in so much else because no one is living a truly solitary life, you're always touching someone else's life -and the moment adelaide accepts that, that her death is happening and it has to. even after she asked him to help. even after she said "damn you"!!!! the moment she acknowledges that this is a tragedy and that's how it's gonna play out -TEN HAS HAD ENOUGH

-he watched pompeii burn and it was his fault and donna asked him to save someone. he listens to people scrambling for their lives and trying to live when he knows they're going to die. he's the last of the time lords, because he made it happen and watched the same thing then, too. and if he's the last one then there's no one higher than him to keep time in place. these people are dying and and it's not his fault but he feels like it is and ten is so fucking done -and ten is so painfully aware also that this is almost it for him. the end of his time is coming -so sure! fine!! everybody lives! everybody fucking lives, because he can't stand anybody else dying!!!!! he can outrun time!! for everyone, for himself!!! -and it's not okay.

-"if you could decide, doctor, if you could choose who lives and who dies, you'd be a monster." vs "no one should have that much power." "tough." -time can't just disappear it's a universal invariant isn't obliged to anyone. especially not one broken time lord experiencing a massive mental breakdown

-nine in father's day saying "who said you're not important?" vs ten here saying "saved some little people, but never someone as important as you." and adelaide saying "who decides they're so unimportant? you?"

-and that it didn't matter, in the end! ten didn't actually save anyone here -- rest of the crew still died!! mia and yuri live but at what cost!! the timeline is the same, but adelaide had to kill herself to do it!!

(-just, a question, daleks aren't like.......time-savvy? yeah? or are they? how did that one clock adelaide as being important -just, wondering)

-what would donna have done, at the waters of mars -donna who wanted to save everyone at pompeii, confronted with another fixed point where saving just one person isn't possible this time

-sometime last week or the week before when i saw a picture of ten in the cowboy hat and lei, my brain misread the lei as like a cabana top and i was like 'frank costanza's cabana wear and a cowboy hat????? my boy is not okay' -anyway the point is, i want ten in a terrible cabana wear shirt -.......someone's put crowley in a cabana shirt, haven't they. i can feel it. i can just feel it in my bones. i know that has to exist

-wilf!!! god!!!!!!! -of COURSE this van of old people is gonna find the doctor. have you SEEN retired old people with nothing better to do than look out their windows and call each other and gossip??????

-ten and wilf talking in the diner just breaks my heart over and over ten is barely holding it together and wilf cares about him so much

-well i'm happy donna's happy and shaun looks like a real sweet guy but i'm still very :( -"and then sometimes i see this look on her face, like she's so sad, but she can't remember why." :((((((((((((((((

-WILF GETS TO BE A COMPANION WILF GETS TO SEE THE STARS WILF GETS TO SEE EARTH FROM ABOVE and just wants to know if his wife is okay in her grave i'm

-hey wilf: you should, shoot the master, though ten: i absolutely cannot. also ten: /finds out the time lords are returning ten: GIVE ME THE GUN I NEED TO GO SHOOT RASSILON

-the master is undeniably one of the biggest threats possible, at all times, in any incarnation, and always will be, and something should definitely be done about him, but ten loves him too much and can't murder the same way the master has, and ten does not hold any remaining love for the time lords as a whole at all, enough to go 'no, my biggest problem is definitely rassilon and i'm taking him out at the knees'

-"don't you dare put him before them." wilf is right though

-i think a lot of ten's love is tied up in wanting to help (fix) the master and his hero complex and his pride and believing that anybody could be good and he can make them good (.....except the time lords otherwise), this is redemption for himself too, if the doctor can fix the master and fix his mistakes with the master than the doctor can do anything; but it's also just their history together, that they have literally over 900 years of back and forth shit together and it's all twisted and terrible -they grew up together!! ten tries TWICE to get the master to just go away with him!!! half of the master's modus operandi is just 'hmm. time to fuck with the doctor cause i want the doctor to look at me. is the doctor looking. how about now. ....how about now' -love to hate. hate to love. but you do. hate you so much i'm gonna practically save your life like you just did for me so i can kill rassilon -they'd BOTH rather kill rassilon than each other

-"i don't know what i'd be without that noise." "i wonder what i'd be, without you." "yeah." -aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa -~what are you without the terrible terrible things that you think make you you, that you've carved your life around~ -would anything be the same? would it even be better without this?

-ultimately i think the master as well is fascinating and especially ten's relationship with him, and the drums being retroactively put in his head as a child because the time lords have become that outrageous to ruin a child for their own purposes is the most awful thing, but also the master is a straight up charismatic villain fucker and a lot of times just needs to get out -let us not forget he too ate the baby wow what do you know uhh like probably a decent amount of people, at minimum four, as well as general murder and enslavement and misogyny

-the way that i want to approach the end of time is, is rtd himself trying to retcon the genocide of the time lords -and i'm gonna go with no -because 1) ten is still 100% ready to do it again 2) he sends them back into the time lock to meet their fate at the hands of his past self; he has no true interest in saving them because he knows what they became 3) time lords still die. 4) looks like rassilon was only interested in bringing back the high council specifically??? -- he brings gallifrey with them, sure, but not like, to really save gallifrey???? to ~ascend~ and destroy earth 5) time lords still die and the doctor would do it again. yes, he never shoots rassilon -- but he won’t save rassilon, either. he can’t do it again, and he does. even taking a third option means the time lords still die.

-no, this is not the way ten would've chosen to die, because realistically ten wanted to keep cheating death forever and ever and ever -"you had to go and get stuck. because that's who you are." you know that's also very much ten @ ten -ten would've done the same. any other day, ten would've gone in that radiation cage for that random guy so he could get out, too, just like wilf -but ten's ego is also very present here as well and his fear and it hurts so much to hear him say "look at you. not remotely important. but me? i could do more! so much more!" -"i've lived too long." -i think maybe a little, ten's lived too long. i think ten's also been hurt for a long time too and he can't stop being hurt -ten was born out of love and it's turned into him being so agonizingly lonely

-ten's reward is getting to see the impacts he's made on his companions' lives my god -that he made them happy; that they can be happy without him, too -"all there is, is a collection of people connecting, living, influencing each other, and departing." (-oh joan's granddaughter was unnecessary and yeah i will never be behind martha and mickey) -donna 💖💖💖 -that he goes to see rose last!!!!!!! and he can't see her now so he can see her one last time before she even met him -and she can't even really see him but he can see her and her bright heart and her kindness one last time, directed at him -he still loves so much, even after everything

-"this song is ending, but the story never ends." yeah though!! yeah.....

-goodbye my boy 💝💔 -gosh, what a time. i had a great time!! any time i get to scream for 15,000 words even if half of it was complaining i'm having a grand ol time

-i keep trying to write this in a less 'oh god but that's terrible because i just dissected him and i'm laughing' manner but i can't. ten is just gonna live rent-free in my head for the foreseeable future. i love him

(-i do have minor eleven thoughts but i am, wary of talking about eleven without having watched eleven and tracking the character arc, but again i really do have very little if any desire to -i did watch day of the doctor, and i do have......some thoughts but quite frankly after i watched it it's just whatever to me. i don't care -i still do think it's a dicey retcon but i'm just gonna leave it at that and move on)

#lulu talks about doctor who #~~A WARNING~~ for a slightly heavier discussion than previously about ten's outright willingness to die #in turn left and the next doctor and then ten's death overall in the end of time

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