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hockeyisit · 3 years

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One where Auston gives Amelia his team shirt for the first time

A.N: Sorry this took so long to get out there but its finally here! I hope you like it. Request are still open and I love hearing back from you guys. I hope that anyone who celebrates Easter had a good day!

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“Stop,” I said through giggles as I tried to squirm away from Auston. We had met at the beginning of the summer and Auston had finally flown back to Toronto for the start of the season. We had been inseparable since then.

Every time we had a free moment we were trying to get together and try to make plans. Currently we were spread out on the couch at my apartment while we tried to watch a movie. The keyword being trying because Auston hadn’t left me alone for two seconds since he got here. Auston stopped his advance in tickling me and wrapped his arms around me to pull me in for a hug.

“Okay fine,” he pouted against me.

“Are you excited for your first home game?” I asked after a moment of silence. He glanced up from where he was staring intently at my arm.

“Amelia, no talking I’m trying to watch the movie,” he smirked. I gasped as I smacked his arm lightly.

“You are not! You were just staring at me,” I pointed out quickly. He laughed, throwing his head back before looking back at me with a fond look in his eyes.

“I’m excited. I actually wanted to let you know that my family will be coming down for it,” he started to say.

“That’ll be fun! When are they coming?” I asked, cutting him off from continuing. He smiled at me with a nod of his head.

“I was wondering if you’d want to sit in the family box during the game. It won’t just be my family it’ll be all the team's family. Steph, Mitchys girlfriend will be there too,” he rambled on. A small smile spread across my face as I listened to Auston ramble. It was so cute how nervous he was to ask me about coming. I knew that no matter how nervous I was to be surrounded by all those strangers I still had to say yes.

“I don’t have Leafs stuff to wear,” I responded. He glanced at me with a dumbfounded look.

“I have a lot of stuff,” he said, regaining his confidence. He stood up and held his hand out to me. I reached forward and latched onto his. He pulled me up and I gave him a questioning look.

“What are we doing?” I asked as I followed after him to the front door. We both slipped on our shoes and he handed me my sweater and purse.

“All the Leafs stuff is at my place, he said as he held the door open.

“So we’re going right now?” I laughed walking out the door. He grinned before nodding his head.

“I walked here. So,” he grabbed my hand and started pulling me along. He only happened to live around 5 minutes by walk so I shrugged as I followed along.

“Does your family know that you asked me to sit in the family box?” I asked tugging on his arm a bit to get his attention.

“Yeah I pretty much tell my mom everything. They know who you are,” he clarified for me. I had already met Auston's mother and two sisters very briefly when I met Auston in Arizona. I was nervous to officially meet them as Auston’s girlfriend. Well, a friend that’s a girl that he kisses and cuddles with. Truthfully I didn’t know what we were and I hadn’t cared until this moment. Because before this I wasn’t meeting his family and his entire team and their families. Now though I cared and I knew I was going to need that answer before the home opener.

“What exactly did you tell her?” I asked, deciding to dive off the deep end.

“I said that Amelia, the amazing, stupid hot, incredibly sexy girl you met in Arizona is going to be at the game. Hopefully she'll be wearing my number,” he grinned jokingly causing me to let out another gasp as I once again smacked his arm.

“You did not!” I asked slightly panicked. He laughed as he pulled me towards the door to his apartment complex. He held it open for me to walk through and then followed me in.

“I didn't. I just told her that and I quote I’m going to ask Amelia to the game and she might sit in the family box,” he said shrugging his shoulders. I stared at him in disbelief.

“What?” he asked, not understanding my confusion.

“Do they even know who I am?” I asked, talking with my hands. He laughed as he reached out to grab my moving hands.

“Amelia, I talk about you all the time,” he said honestly, giving my hands a squeeze.

“No,” I said, the disbelief still clearly coming through.

“Why do you talk to your mother about me?” I asked. At this point the two of us were standing, me leaning against his front door with him standing in front of me as he held both my hands.

“Because I like you,” he said clearly leaning in closer. I tipped my head up so that I could keep eye contact as he moved closer. My breath hitched as his lips hovered over mine. He stared into my eyes looking for consent before moving forward and attaching his lips to mine. It started off as a slow sweet kiss that I quickly changed to passionate and lust-filled. His hands slipped down to my waist as he kissed me against the door. We heard a loud sound of the door slamming causing the two of us to spring apart. My face flushing bright red the second we pulled away.

“We should go inside,” Auston said once we both fixed our clothes that were now rumbled from our kiss. He unlocked the door and we quickly made our way inside. Felix came running at us the second we were in the door.

“Felix down,” Auston warned, pushing him away from the two of us. I giggled at the goofy puppy. I knew that Auston was still trying to train Felix but I didn’t mind when he got all excited to see me.

“Oh he's such a good boy,” I said kneeling down so that I could pet him behind his ears. Auston slipped off his shoes and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge.

“My room,” Auston said nodding back to his room. I stood up and the two of us made our way to his room. I sat down on his bed as I waited for him to go through his clothes to find something for me to wear. Felix jumped up onto the bed and sat at the end and the two of us both sat there staring at Auston as he searched through his closet.

“Do you want to wear a t-shirt?” Auston asked walking out with his Leafs T-shirt. I took it from his hands and looked it over.

“Will I get cold in this?” I asked. I had never been to an NHL hockey game and I didn’t know what was appropriate to wear.

“Some of the girlfriends wear t-shirts with leather jackets,” he said as he made his way back into his closest.

“I also have some sweatshirts and jerseys. My sister Bre will probably wear a jersey. Alex and my mom could really go either way,” he said walking out with the jersey in one hand and a sweatshirt in the other. He set them both down on the bed on top of the t-shirt. I reached out and picked up the jersey running my hand across the Matthews on the back.

“Is it crazy to see your name on a NHL jersey?” I asked, glancing up at him. A goofy smile spread across his face.

“I dreamed of playing in the NHL for as long as I could remember. I worked really hard to get here and it’s really nice that I was able to do this. Especially after everything my family has had to give up for me. I feel like I owe it to them to be the best,” he said shrugging as he picked the jersey up from my hands. He smiled before holding it back out.

“You’d look good in my jersey,” he grinned. I took it from his hands and held it to my body. Then I reached forwards to pick up the t-shirt and sweatshirt.

“I’m taking all of these,” I said cuddling them to my chest. He grinned before tackling me to the bed. He straddled me before leaning down.

“You can have whatever you want,” he whispered seductively against my lips. I giggled as I leaned in to catch his lips in a kiss.

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When I showed up to the game it was in Auston’s jersey and I sat next to his sisters the entire game. By the end, I had added both of them on Snapchat and we had created a group chat Auston included.

#toronto maple leafs imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl imagine #toronto maple leafs fanfic #toronto maple leafs fic #nhl imagine #nhl writing #nhl x reader #auston matthews fanfic #auston matthews imagine #auston matthews #auston matthews x reader

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m0e-ru · 3 years

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eight months in somebody actually asked me abt visualive instead of me immediately annoying ppl about it without former notice. I might actually write properly for once 😳😳😳

OK OK!!!!! In this essay I will.... I will.... Visualive Adachi.... Visu/BURSTS INTO TEARS/

OKAY OKAY for real I just care Visualive so much (as someone who can’t fully understand Japanese AHAHA)

First I’ll add some foundation about what Visualive really is, then I talk abt Adachi in the latter parts of it because this is technically the first time I’m properly talking about this hehe 🐿

T....table of contents???

Visualive

Visualive the Evolution

Masami Itou

Visualive Adachi

Visualive the Evolution Adachi

Terms and Legend

VL - Visualive

VLE - Visualive the Evolution

stage - shortened for “stageplay”

面白い - omoshiroi (it’s just that specific)

Yuuya - VL Hero name

Hayato - VLE Hero name

Baba - Hero

Masami - Adachi

Taniguchi - Dojima

Saotome - Daisuke

Mamiya - Izanami

I add honorifics but sometimes I forget the hyphen intentionally or unintentionally I’m sorry if it makes it hard to read lol

all links have automatic timestamps for easy viewing. i mean. i hope the timestamps work

VISUALIVE “Persona 4.” A stage adaptation of SMT: Persona 4 by Atlus. It adapts the first part of the story, from the hero’s arrival to after recovering Mitsuo Kubo from the TV world. It also ends on a cliff hanger, showing a teaser of Shadow Naoto being projected on the screen.

It takes up a speedy recapitulation of the hero’s spring life, before slowing down and showing in depth his school life in summer. A day before Morooka-sensei’s death, there is a little skit with Kou, Daisuke and Adachi. The hero walks into the conversation before the two other boys leaving, and Morooka-sensei walking in on the student and detective. The next day follow’s the teacher’s death and the Investigation Team (IT) begin investigating their new lead.

From the words “visual” and “alive,” the niche of this stage was meant to be the fusion of live acting and visual digital projections. All seen from the stageplay with the colorful cast of actors and CG animations being projected on the screen. This offers an opportunity for characters to summon their personas, perform cool visual effects, change the backdrop, or even confront their own Shadows.

Performed in Sunshine Theater from the 15th to the 20th of March 2012. The screenplay was written and directed by Shintaro Asanuma from the theatrical group “bpm.” The video production produced by Shutaro Oku, a film director and visual planner. He later takes over as director for VISUALIVE THE EVOLUTION, the sequel stage. The stage music was produced by Shunsuke Wada, with a special show exclusive vocal track sung by Shihoko Hirata.

On this note, I haven’t seen any sort of original soundtrack released for any of the stages and I’m SO SAD. The last song in Mitsuo’s boss fight was such a BANGER and literally EVERYTHING ELSE Marvelous, Wadasan please take my MONEY

Regarding the cast, there were some special accommodations for Teddie, Rise, and Nanako, all of which did not have live actors at the time. During the casting, actors for the three characters could not be found or simply left the directors unsatisfied they couldn’t cast anybody. An exception for Rise, who was able to have a live actor in the sequel stage. It has been stated that there weren’t any “pretty boy” actors that fit the “Teddie Criteria.” While there weren’t any child actors that were believed to portray Nanako well.

Teddie was only ever seen in his bear costume while Rise was busy talking through a call, all voiced by their video game cast. Nanako has never appeared on stage, only being scarcely mentioned in the script. Again, this is different in the sequel stage where her role was extremely important and was shown as a screen projection.

VISUALIVE “Persona 4” THE EVOLUTION. A sequel stage. Beginning abruptly in the middle of Shadow Naoto’s boss fight, the story continues from there until the “true end” of the game’s original story. *Certain characters are introduced while others have been reintroduced. And on a personal note, when it’s all comedic in the beginning, it’s all for what’s coming right after.

I don’t know if I’m salty or just find it really funny AHAHA I might go talk abt it some other day with more context ehehe

Performed in The Galaxy Theater from the 3rd to the 9th of October 2012, only a few months after the PSVITA Persona 4 Golden release, which is July 2012. The screenplay was now written by Jun Kumagi while directed by Shutaro Oku. And music production finally taken over by Shoji Meguro himself.

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HAHAHA this is starting to look like a wiki page. moving on. I might start rambling rn

(warning LONG !!!! aaa,,)

My thoughts on the stage adaptations. For the first Visualive (VL) I believe it’s pretty close to canon! I enjoy the characterization and how much love and care was present when handling the entire production.

Actors were busy playing the game itself, wherein a PS2 was present in the practice room. Along with magazines and game guides explaining the game’s story and the characters itself. Actors performing together and even improv acting together to get a grasp of their characters. All of them knowing well of Persona 4 as a well loved game, delicately handling their characters and hopefully performing them right while making the audience happy.

The staff taking care of each other while the director and video producer, Asanuma-san and Oku-san, working together well to make their vision into a reality.

The same thing happened with VL the Evolution (VLE) and literally every other good stage. Except... I feel the script kinda got out of hand with too much liberty where it feels a bit more disconnected from canon. But! It makes up for it in its content, whether comedic or (INCREDIBLY) dramatic! It’s great as its own story at that point. So in this case, I like to take the first VL and get to connect it canon, while I don’t know what the hell happened in VLE to the point I’ll just enjoy it as its own content.

These opinions deserve its own essay, post whatever bc I have SO much to say abt this. ANYWAY. VL ADACHI

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Tohru Adachi is portrayed by Masami Itou (伊藤マサミ), a screenplay writer, director and an stage actor himself. He does have a single character voice role along with a fellow troupe member in the same franchise, but mostly works as the former three. He is part of Asanuma-san’s entertainment group “bpm.” On a similar note, Masashi Taniguchi, Dojima’s actor, was also part of their group from 2011 to 2016, which may explain their good synergy as the boss and the bumbling fool dynamic. I mean, somebody’s gotta get hit in the head every few skits.

With Masami-san being an important part of the cast, he doesn’t appear as often as Taniguchi-san in backstage content like the VL bonus disk or the official blog. Mentioned in his own personal blog, he had been busy with his roles as assistant director (I am assuming also for VL).

Also fun to note, because his role is mainly comic relief, he has been using his liberty to change up the material almost everyday making each performance exciting. This also leaves some other actors jealous of his freedom in his role, such as Saotome-san, Daisuke’s actor.

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VL Adachi really has a... how do I say this? an adorable speech pattern (THE SAME SPEECH PATTERN THAT DROVE ME MAD TRYING TO DECIPHER I THOUGHT YOU WERE A CITY BOY OSSU OSSU MY ASS /shakes you violently/). Overall, he really fits the loose lipped bumbling fool, and his accent really makes him seem more casual and invested. What I’m saying is... VL Adachi either actually has genuine empathy or he actually has more energy to fake it (compared to some other edgelord. i mean you saw my p4ga analysis. I’m sick of him lol ahaha).

One of my favorite ways to explain this (OTHER THAN CHAIR CAR ADVENTURE MY BELOVED WE’LL GET TO THAT LATER) is the rice field scene with him and Dojima. It’s overanalyzation time 🎉

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While investigating, Adachi whines about being tired while Dojima smacks him in the head. In this case, it’s established that Adachi doesn’t want to be there, yes? It’s the country, it’s hot and it smells like green.

"Ah... Dojima-san..! Why don't we take a break? (...) There really is nothing out here... Is the criminal still even here at all? (...) I wonder if I've passed being a rookie yet. Haha, but this city doesn't even have convenient transportation. I can't go to leisure lands (recreation, amusement parks, arcades, ect.) and head home at all."

Adachi then tries to tell Dojima a story. “when I got to this city after being newly assigned, I met an interesting guy (...) Yeah, I remember that the cherry blossoms haven't bloomed yet. So, I was driving my car and got near the station and--” Dojima gets a phone call.

Adachi politely puts his hands down waiting for his boss to finish so he can finish the story. Again and again, Adachi attempts to talk to Dojima about a story he’s so persistent trying to tell someone about. It was so 面白い that he would find someone to talk to about it. Even being polite and patient enough to wait for a chance to speak. He even gets fed up with it and blows up in front of his boss, clearly irritated he’s not given a chance to talk.

Sure, it could be Adachi feeling fed up like a normal person where someone agreed he to listen to him, before being constantly ignored. Or Adachi trying to be a more annoying whiny brat, depending on where you look at it.

If the story wasn’t too “interesting” to Adachi, he would’ve just brushed it off and stopped talking to Dojima entirely, or start up new small talk, or even complain some more. But no, he had a story he wanted to voice out so bad that he got irritated that the one person in the vicinity couldn’t listen to him.

Only after Dojima told him to continue their investigation elsewhere did Adachi finally stop and focus on something else. Maybe that story was for another day, or maybe it was never meant to be told.

What if it was just original (game) Adachi? He’d find a way to squirrel out of the investigation as usual, or push Dojima to “investigate” elsewhere. “Hey boss, don’t you think it’s hot? Why don’t we go elsewhere? We’ve seen this place too many times to count and I doubt anything new’ll turn up. How about we take a break at Junes, y’know? Where it’s cool? C’mon boss,” something like that.

og Adachi is just really annoying and silly to me. Some grown man thinking he can freeload because he never gets anything out of putting in more energy and effort? I don’t care how tall he is, I will smack him in the head.

Yeah VL Adachi whines, too, but at least it doesn’t look like he’s going to escape and waste his time somewhere else. He just sucks it up stops trying to leave the situation.

Or maybe I’m getting this all wrong and VL is exactly the same and my rage just gets dampened because of Masamisan’s execution of character hmm...

SO. What was his story about anyway? The one he really wanted to share to Dojima?

I mean... it’s obvious enough

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First day in town? Spring? Actually mentioned driving a car when literally out of every single persona 4 media at the time was there not a SINGLE mention of Adachi having a car OTHER THAN the same stageplay it’s being mentioned in?

A story, from somewhere around uhh four? five months ago? was something that he remembered so dearly and was willing to share despite it obviously embarrassing him even if he puts the blame on a certain somebody in the same story?

Or maybe it’s because he really had nothing to talk about ever since he realized all his stories from the city weren’t actually that funny or interesting in the first place.

BUT then that would mean out of all the things he could talk about—more whining, complaining, complimenting, small talk—he insisted about talking about this story in particular.

Okay, look. I’m just. Just. As someone who talks too much, of course I have things I actually want people to hear out of all the bullshit that comes out of my mouth. And if the thing I actually want people to listen to doesn’t even get heard, I’d go mad.

Sure, Adachi’d be fine when his complaints or intentionally unfunny jokes get brushed off. But a story of a guy that he thought was so funny, interesting, 面白い gets ignored, he really blew up, even just for a split second, maybe.

And ALL the things that happened in that story—on his first day in Inaba! His car got dented, he had to deal with a weirdo dumbass employee that knew zero personal space, yelled in his ear, who didn’t know how to do their job, got his station reputation messed up on the first day, got his ass grabbed, got (unintentionally?) mocked for his lame stories, and got his car dented for the SECOND time. Probably MORE

And he STILL wanted to talk about it /punches through concrete wall/

yes I’m overthinking about this of course i am

This little tidbit of VL Adachi kinda makes me go insane sometimes—his entire characterization in VL in particular. It was really refreshing to see and how they included both of his characters in it, his facade and how irritated he is of a lot of things underneath. And how flexible his character is immediately working with other characters when there’s sudden improv to balance the situation. Like him and Dojima, Morooka, the attendant, or even Yuuya (hero) himself.

I’ll take Taniguchi-san’s messing around in the VL bonus backstage disc in place of Masami-san being so busy he couldn’t appear in it as often as other characters.

For stagetime that lasted for fifteen minutes or less, my appreciation for VL Adachi, even if he was just comic relief, really rocketed. I say VL, bc Adachi the edgelord he’s supposed to be in literally every other media is something I analyze separately.

I haven’t even gotten to VLE oh my GODDDDD

Like I said, I don’t really regard VLE close to canon but as something to be appreciated for what it is by itself. But the way Adachi was characterized there, in or out of character, still struck me.

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Yes, there was his strange fan-agreed-canon which is,,, now canon obsession with cabbages (not that that’s a bad thing lmao). There was also him being a lot more jumpy and intimate in a clowny way, patting people on the shoulder or even downright hugging them just to mess around. Even FORGETTING who the same goddam loser who grabbed his ass almost a year ago is. But like, can’t blame him they literally changed their actor (and screenplay writer) AHAHAHA

ha... no more comedy, only dorky sword fights now

(speaking of sword fights I think it’s a fun thought how Mamiya-san [Izanami, also one of the youngest in the cast] admitted it was his first time doing sword fight choreography and even thanked Masami-san and other staff members for guiding him)

One thing unintentionally in character was Adachi accidentally nabbing the sushi overdosed in wasabi. Masami-san didn’t actually account for a joke sushi and didn’t immediately eat it—until Taniguchi-san (who also made Dojima go off his shits compared to VL) jokingly yelled at him and even riled up the audience for him to eat it. He even went off stage to get water just for him to eat the goddam sushi.

And Masami-san did! (kinda choked, but he’s fine).

Continuing from the same scene, while being overly giddy about sushi dinner (and I mean overly--he was singing about it while hopping to the Dojima residence), he tried to remind the two, Dojima and Hayato (hero), that Nanako was sleeping. Probably where she was sick if the scene was translated from the game.

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And... the dramatic parts of VLE

Adachi was the one who reported to the IT that Dojima was chasing Namatame in the rain. While Naoto was discussing Namatame’s journal entries, Adachi, as giddy as he is, took it from Naoto’s hands and reveled in the discovery of evidence so childishly(?). He even ran to Dojima when he began regaining consciousness and immediately called the nurses to help him wheel Dojima to the ER.

Then, The Hospital Scene™️, right after Nanako flatlines.

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Adachi, who recently walked into the scene, immediately worries about Dojima and IT who were ALL crying. He looks down, devastated—before yelling how Dojima’s heading to Namatame’s room.

He yells in terror and the same grief at his injured boss, all while running past and even jumping over children, who fell to the ground sobbing, to get to him. He continues yelling in a pained fashion while immediately reprimanding Dojima to stop. He gets carried by the collar before being tossed to the ground at Hayato’s feet, all while being pat by the same boy.

Dojima makes his speech about how unfair it is for the ‘killer’ to be alive when his daughter isn’t. When he finally falls to his knees, Adachi rises from the ground, humbly saying he’ll do his best to take care of Dojima (or something like that I’m in tears I literally can’t do VLE’s hospital scene i h8 this). He finally starts crying along with everyone else, being pushed away again but still tries again, trying to usher his boss away from the door.

With the help of the guard in front of the door, they all disappear off stage

please... I know this scene doesn’t need that much translation because of how important this scene is in the entire story. and I know my narratives aren’t enough so just,,,, just watch it please it’s so much more than this. everyone’s acting was just spectacular

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So, after the IT (YOSUKE. JUST YOSUKE. good job Mae-chan) stop themselves from k wording Namatame, it was ADACHI who reported Nanako’s miracle recovery. He ran to the same corridor where they all cried in, even panting and falling to the ground in relief trying to report the good news. Then he pats Hayato on the shoulder and says he’s going to Dojima.

With this... /slaps roof of half of VLE/ ALL of this....adachi.... adachisan.... he Cares™️..... holy shit.....

now. comparing to the game. do you even remember what og Adachi did? did he.. even do anything?????

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NO!!! he just stood there!!!! being a bumbling fool but.... inappropriately!!! man. he didn’t act concerned enough.

adachi: /walks into a bunch of kids crying outside a hospital room/ “lmao why tf are y’all crying? did uhhh what’s her face uhhh nanako. did she d word or something? rip, I guess lol” LIKE????? CAN YOU IMPLY FASTER

and then he’s like “wgat hmm Where’s Dojima-san Heading Because That’s Not The Way To His Room 🤔” and only when he’s asked he actually mentions he’s heading to Namatame’s room and still needs to get choked by a first year for the room number like..... zero consideration

and his boss??? where his daughter he loves so much just??? di*s???? and he’s so devastated he’s doing what he can that very moment while he’s so numbed of thinking of the consequences???? And adachi goes “uhh boss that’s illegal” LIKE. BITCH. /punches through a concrete wall but harder/

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And??? His confrontation scene??? Like, I know they mashed it up w his tv confession scene to save stagetime for other scenes BUT IT WAS SO MMBMBMBMMGN /gestures in a good way/

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UM?? guy behind everything??? in a vulnerable area where he could easily get physically assaulted bc hes not in the tv world w his persona?? Trash talks women like he absolute misogynist he is??? getting yelled at by a bunch of kids and YELLING BACK IN THE SAME AGITATED MANNER even TAUNTING THEM then and there to GET HIS ASS?????

og Adachi was such a pussy he got caught and just scurried off into the TV world where he ended up having powers like...ok....scared of getting beat down by a bunch of highschoolers unless you have powers...ok....

he only taunted them to get him when he was in the tv world too.....he rlly couldn’t say shit in the real world huh... lol

(yeah yeah this shows how VLE Adachi knew abt his TV world powers which would make you think if he ever went into the tv world and came back out alive. Or he’s really just a badass who doesnt give a shit abt anyone’s opinions and CAN beat anyone’s ass. i have a separate thing abt this but bc i like to laught at vle rather than overthink its own lore i might. not. idk lol)

and ??? VLE Adachi can??? He can swordfight??? he doesn’t even NEED a gun—he even reflects bullets w his blade (but apparently he can still get slapped by a flying fan more often than any other attack). His fight choreo was just...so poggers. He’s like short villains done good—like??? he’s short compared to everyone else!!! but he makes up for it for stuffing all the energy inside him while is bursts out making him him the over energetic gremlin he is!!! go VL adachi!!!!

(am I low key making fun of Madono-san in the TUUSH stageplay I’ve seen four minutes of? maybe)

OK!!! Yes I was gushing abt Masami-san again back to Adachi.

It’s portrayed that while not being afraid to admit his crimes, he also goes out of his way to be a bastard and have the gall to get a bunch of kids to fight him, one on eight. He can use a katana, probably a narrative dark reflection of the hero, Hayato which I thought was nice—and he can fight!!! It also shows his persona, yes, but...it doesn’t make it clear if he’s overwhelmed by his Shadow like in the game, where his eyes were yellow and he was emitting a dark aura.

But it gets interesting how he sees he’s getting overwhelmed and starting to lose his edge towards a bunch of kids. He falls to the ground even banging the floor like a whiny brat while literally the IT tries to tell him to turn himself in. Again, like a brat he tells everyone to shut up—before getting incapacitated. While some of the IT rejoice, he bolts up unaccepting of his defeat—before getting hit in the stomach.

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And his words from when he drops his katana, “Why..?” He grabs the foldable chair against his stomach, and with a remorseful look in his eyes, he says “I’m sorry..!”

THEN HE BACKFLIPS—then Hayato slashes him.

In a tone of disbelief, he goes “no way...” and collapses to the ground, being possessed by Ame-no-Sagiri.

Blah blah blah then Teddie rockets himself into the eyeball spy cam and then they both explode aaaaa

Teddie survives but I really don’t know where Adachi went. Not even a mention by Dojima if he turned himself in or was ever found—or I need to review VLE for the 48274827482nd time hehe

WHOO then the whole cast appears for the dance number at the end of show YAHOO

#long post #persona 4 #persona 4 visualive #persona 4 visualive the evolution #tohru adachi #sulululat #pagsususuri #p4 #p4v #p4ve #//HAPPY 4K WORDS VL ANON #// if theres anything u want to ask... im right here /collapses/#// i almost went ham over actor relationships like. talking abt bpm was ENOUGHHH we're talking about the character not the assistant direct #// aaa this took so long... i literally mashed up so many other idea documents into one.. man.

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astaralys · 4 years

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A Frozen modern AU oneshot

Oneshot collection can be read on: FFN | AO3

[Backstory chapter, direct continuation of oneshot #3, Searching] In which Anna officially moves in with Elsa.

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Anna sifts through the stranger and collects details like flecks of gold buried in the sands of time.

When she follows her sister through the airport and realises she still has to look up even though Elsa is only wearing flats: Wow, she's taller than me.

When Elsa tries to help her with the luggage and nearly drops it on her own foot: … But not exactly stronger. Got it.

When they get into a small white car: Oh, she does drive.

When Elsa struggles so badly to merge lanes she misses their exit on the freeway: Oh my God. She can't drive.

Anna tries so hard not to grip the door handle for security that she can't remember what she spends the ride rambling about. Her sister is mostly silent, all hums, terse nods and white-knuckled hands on the steering wheel. Anna tells herself it's because all of Elsa's focus is going into keeping them on the road, and not because Elsa, like, hates her or anything. That's absurd.

Right?

When they reach the city, Elsa's driving suddenly improves; Anna suspects it's because there's so much traffic they're barely moving. Sitting at a red light (Elsa slammed on the brakes when it turned yellow), Anna is so captivated by the bustle beyond her window that she nearly misses her sister tentatively asking, "Do you have your license yet?"

Anna snaps her head around too keenly, and winces when she sees Elsa flinch. Is she scared of me? "Sorry? Oh—my license? Ah, no, I kinda, um, failed the test. Twice. But I know how to drive!"

Elsa blinks, and Anna panics—crap, she thinks I'm a total dunce for failing twice—but then the lights go green. Almost immediately, the car behind them honks impatiently and startles them both.

Seeing her sister's shoulders tense up again ignites something inside Anna. She twists in her seat, stares straight through the rear window, and glares at the other driver. She can't tell if they can see her, but she likes to think it was the heat of her wrath that sent them scurrying into the nearest side street.

"What a stinker," Anna huffs as she turns back around. Then she remembers that it's not Kai in the seat beside her, and flushes as she glances towards Elsa. "Am I embarrassing? I'm embarrassing, aren't I? Hans always says so—i-in a nice way, of course. Like, you know, 'you adorable dork' or—"

"You're not embarrassing," Elsa says quietly. There's a pause as she carefully navigates an intersection. Then, "Hans is a friend?"

Oh, Anna realises. I'm not the only one playing detective.

"He's, um, a little more than that."

Elsa's surprise manifests as an especially jerky stop at a pedestrian crossing. "You're dating someone?"

The urge to defend him rises from nowhere. "You'll like Hans! He's a perfect gentleman with the sweetest sense of justice. He just graduated from law school. And he likes chocolate and sandwiches, just like me."

He didn't like you moving across the country, a niggling voice reminds her. Anna purses her lips and pushes the thought to the back of her mind.

"I'm sorry. That question came out strange." Elsa glances at Anna, adding softly, "Sometimes I forget that you're not five years old anymore."

"Well, we're lucky you remembered today, or you never would have found me in the airport. Waaait a minute… why didn't we just go to the information desk and tell them to make an announcement?"

To her surprise, Elsa laughs. "Haven't you had enough of that for a lifetime? You used to get lost every time we went shopping with Mom and Dad."

The memories come flooding in like a storm carving up a forgotten river. "Hey, you got lost all the time, too!"

"You got us both lost all the time."

The warm glow fills Anna's chest and remains there as Elsa turns into a long driveway leading down into the basement of one of the tallest apartments. Elsa takes a full five minutes to park, and then they're zipping up in the elevator.

Following Elsa down the plushly carpeted hallway, Anna discreetly pinches herself. Ow. It's actually happening. It doesn't matter that Hans planted that horrible question in her head ("You haven't lived with your sister in over thirteen years, Anna. How do you know she even loves you anymore?")—she's here. Elsa's here. They'll be coming home together from now on.

Then they reach the door at the very end of the hallway, fitted with one of those fancy keyless locks, and as Elsa reaches for it, she seems to remember something and says rather awkwardly, "It's your birthday."

She forgot.

It shouldn't be so surprising—Elsa hasn't been there for thirteen years of birthdays. Their parents would always give Anna 'a present from Elsa', but Anna knows how hard it is to pick out something for a sister she sees once a year at Christmas ("She likes books," Grandpa replied every time Anna called for research). And Elsa's presents are always a little too perfect, as if she still sleeps on the top bunk and can't escape twelve-year-old Anna gushing about skateboards. And after Anna noticed that, it became harder to ignore the voice that kept wondering if those presents were really from Elsa—a voice that is now smugly saying: I told you so.

"Y-Yeah! It was actually two months ago but time sure does fly. It was a super fun day—Hans and I went to an amusement park. I spent, like, two hours at the bottle toss trying to win this cute Baymax plushie. I've got it in my suitcase; I'll show you later. It's the best cuddle buddy ever."

This gets her an odd look from Elsa, but a beep from the lock distracts them both. Elsa opens the door. She steps back, gesturing shyly for Anna to enter first.

"There had better not be a trapdoor in there," Anna jokes. She doesn't know why she's nervous about this moment. It's a door. It's open.

She steps through.

Her first thought is that everything is minimalistic and very white. An open kitchen with an oak splashback against pale tiles. Cream carpet visible through a glass coffee table sitting in front of a light grey leather couch that looks more like a recliner for one than a place to watch Netflix with friends or sisters.

Even the bookshelves standing sentry on either side of the wall-mounted television contain neat rows of books with the stark pages facing outward. Anna opens her mouth to make a quip about finding any books—but then her curious gaze falls on the small dining table with its single placemat and chair.

Why does this detail hurt so much?

"This place is amazing! I bet myself ten bucks that you had great taste." Even Anna can tell she sounds too loud, too bright. "Remind me to treat myself. I'm craving chocolate fondue right now. Actually, scratch that. I'm always craving chocolate fondue. Any good places around here? Please say yes."

She hopes Elsa still likes chocolate and building snowmen.

Elsa hovers by the shoe cabinet, her left hand loosely gripping her right elbow. "Yes. I'll take you someday. Would you like to see your room?"

Anna catches herself on the verge of saying something stupid like 'Of course! It's the whole reason I'm here.'

"That's the bathroom." Elsa points to a door at the end of a short corridor, then gestures to two other doors on either side. "My room. Your room. I was only using it as a study, so it's very empty after I moved the desk to my room. We can—"

"Relax, sis! I'm so easy. All I need is a—" Anna throws open the door. "—bed."

It's literally the only piece of furniture in the room.

"Woooow. You really weren't kidding about empty, huh?"

Behind her, Elsa sounds apologetic. "I wasn't sure how you wanted to set it up, so I only got a bed. If the mattress is too hard or too soft for you, we can exchange it tomorrow. Or if you don't like the view, you can take my room instead. It really doesn't—"

"I love it." Anna spins around with a grin. "This means we get to go shopping together! But let's get IKEA to deliver to us, yeah? Your Mini Cooper can only fit, like, two-thirds of a flatpack. Ooh, I've seen apps that let you drag furniture onto photos to see how the room looks with—" She's interrupted by a shockingly huge yawn. "Goodness, 'scuse me. Where was I? Right—apps… Elsa? Where are you going?"

Her sister returns with the suitcase. "You just got off a plane; change into something comfortable and get some rest. Dessert and furniture can wait until tomorrow."

"But I'm not—" Another yawn swallows up the rest of Anna's sentence. "—sleepy… Okay, fine. But promise you'll wake me up for dinner, or my rumbling tummy will wake you in the middle of the night."

Elsa promises, and then the door closes with the softest of clicks.

Anna listens, but there's carpet and her sister moves so quietly that it feels like she's back in the big house. Alone. Except she's not.

She checks her phone. Nothing from Hans. She sends him a quick message to say she's arrived at Elsa's place, then looks around at her new room, and decides not to add a photo.

Her suitcase springs open as soon as she unlocks it, spilling her life across the floor. Gerda helped her pack, but none of her neat folding survives the trial of Anna digging for something to sleep in. Anna changes into pyjama bottoms and one of Hans' shirts.

Then her gaze catches on a grey, threadbare sweater.

There's a cartoon graphic of a single slice of pizza. The rest of the pizza is on her father's sweater; a matching Father's Day gift that immediately became a game of chicken. If one of them wore their sweater in the house, the other had to wear theirs, no matter how sweltering the day. It drove her mother crazy. "Can you two please stop wearing those long enough for me to wash them?" she used to sigh.

Now, pulling the sweater over her head, Anna realises in the darkness that it's the little details. It's the fact that their sweater streak was still unbroken when she answered the door to find two police officers solemnly waiting. It's electricity and phone bills that continue to pay themselves, because direct debits don't care that Anna's parents are gone. It's not being able to send videos of Elsa's horrible driving to the group chat because no one else will see them.

A knock on the door startles her. She whirls around with her head still stuck in the sweater and—oh no, bad idea.

"Anna? I forgot to give you… are you okay? I heard a loud noise."

Lying winded on her back, Anna wheezes, "Nothing! My shirt just fell."

"That was very loud for a shirt."

"Yeah, um, that's because I was kind of in it."

The door opens as she sits up. "Did you break anything?" Elsa asks as she helps Anna get her head through the sweater.

"God, I hope not. Keep all your favourite mugs away from me. Actually, keep all your expensive stuff away because I'm ridiculously uncoordinated. As you can see."

"I meant bones, Anna. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Oh." Anna lets out a laugh, rubbing an elbow. "Totally fine. Super thick skull. What did you forget?"

Elsa gestures towards the bed, where she's placed a stack of bath towels. "To give you towels in case you want to take a shower first."

"Thanks. Wow. That's… a lot of colours."

"I wasn't sure which ones you liked."

Anna blinks at her sister. Who might have given her a spare room with nothing but a bed, yet bought towels in literally every colour of the rainbow, just for Anna.

"Oh, and this." Elsa holds out a silver key. "In case the keyless lock fails for any reason. There's a panel you can slide down to open the door normally with this key."

The key feels both light and heavy in Anna's hands. She flashes Elsa a grateful grin. "I'm going to use this every day because that pin code looked so long, I'd forget it every day."

"I don't think you will."

"Hah. You don't know how bad my memory is." And Elsa really doesn't know, does she? There are so many things they don't know about each other.

But then Elsa cocks her head to one side and says, "You can't forget it. I told you: it's your birthday. Month, date, year."

When Anna stares speechlessly for too long, Elsa hurriedly adds, "When I moved in, I was told not to use my own birthday because it's too obvious, so the first thing I thought of was yours—b-but we can change it to your phone number if that's easier for you. Or maybe… Anna? Are you okay?"

The details Anna has collected scatter as she throws her arms around Elsa for the second time that day. Except this time, it doesn't feel like she's hugging a stranger.

When Elsa awkwardly rubs her back, Anna wipes her eyes on her favourite sweater and thinks: That's my sister.

#I actually wrote this before I finished the last chapter of TNU #and then deadass forgot all about it #I am a goldfish #frozen fanfiction #frozen modern au #snow sisters #elsa #anna #these days are precious #my writing

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mar-bluu · 4 years

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How do you reckon Elmer and Buttons would react if Lucy got pregnant? Can just imagine how excited Elmer'd be, calling everyone like "im gonna be a grandad!"

Akdksoske ohmygosh okay!!! (This is gonna be my long, and incomprehensible ramblings, sorry!!)

So! One day Elmer's sitting in the kitchen eating his breakfast when Lucy walks in and just throws up right in front of him. Elmer's like "oh okay that's nice, you do that, yeah right in front of my toast, okay" and Lucy just walks out and leaves him to clean it up. So Elmer finishes up his toast and cleans up Lucy's mess when Buttons walks in. Elmer's like "Lucy threw up just before but i cleaned it up, so be careful, the floor might be wet." And Buttons goes "huh, she threw up yesterday as well." So they're a little concerned but chalk it up to her probably eating grass. The next day, however, when she throws up again, they're like "okay something might be wrong, let's take her to the vet" so they bundle her up in the car and drive down to the vets, Elmer's quietly freaking out because all he can think of is the absolute worst, and Buttons is trying to keep him calm, saying that its probably nothing as he tries to stay calm as well.

They pull up and head inside. As theyre sitting in the waiting room, Lucy throws up again, so the lady at the desk is like "okay, we should probably look at that like, now." So Lucy's brought into a side room and Buttons explains that she's been off her food and vomiting for the last few days. So the vet's like "is she spayed?" And Elmer and Buttons look at each other like "is she??" So they say that they're unsure and the vet's like "okay, well we're gonna do an ultrasound real quick" Lucy's whisked off to the back room for an ultrasound and now, Elmer's f r e a k i n g out. "Buttons, she could've eaten something really bad! What if she's been poisoned? Did we remember to give her her heartworm tablets? Did we check her for ticks!?" And Buttons is trying to stay calm and reassure Elmer, and theyre both too busy worrying about Lucy to notice the vet coming back. She opens the door to the two of them panicking, and just sets Lucy down on the examination table, waiting for Elmer and Buttons to notice. Lucy sits on the table with her tail wrapped around her paws and meows loudly. That gets their attention, and the turn to the table, holding each other's hands nervously. "Well," the vet starts "Lucy's gonna be just fine." Elmer and Buttons share a look of relief. "But," they begin to grow nervous again "you might wanna consider kiddie proofing the house, cause Lucy's gonna be a mama"

The two of them are completely silent, staring open mouthed between the vet and their cat, who stares proudly back. "What?" The vet just nods, giving Lucy a scratch behind her ears. "A mother of seven, actually. Or at least thats how many i can see." Buttons squeals excitedly as Elmer tackles him in a hug "we're gonna be grandparents!!" The vet laughs along before stepping them through the pregnancy process. She walks them to the counter and gives them a card to an all-hours house call vet who can help them if they're worried about or during birth. They thank the vet and bring Lucy home.

The second they got inside Elmer's on the phone to everyone telling them the good news as Buttons lectures Lucy about running off and getting pregnant. Everyone's so happy for them (especially Davey who's a big cat person, though he doesn't often show it and Mush who comes over as soon as possible with extra cat food and bedding) and Buttons and Elmer spend 110% of their attention on Lucy and making sure she's comfortable ("pregnant cats are called queens, Buttons, we should treat her like one!" "She has three beds stacked on top of each other and enough food to last her a life time, i dont think she needs another cat-box" "fine, but we need to get her a "world's best mum" cat bowl!")

Anyway! One morning at about 2:40 am Elmer wakes up to Buttons shaking his shoulder. "It's happening!" "What?" "It's happening!!" "Wha- oh, oh!" He springs out of bed as Buttons dials the emergency vet. Elmer sprints through the house, finding Lucy huddled in a corner, washing her fur. Elmer kept his distance, not wanting to annoy her, as he tried to keep his excitement quiet. Not too long after that the emergency vet arrived, following Buttons into the room. He said there wasnt a lot he can do, as Lucy seemed to be handling it very well, so they sat there and talked about Lucy, if this was her first litter, how well she'd been dealing with the pregnancy etc. They waited there for an hour and a bit, cooing over pictures of the vet's own kittens, before Lucy gave birth to the last of her kittens. The vet monitored Lucy for another half hour or so before heading off, ("make sure to take them to the vets within a week or two for a wellness check") and Elmer and Buttons move in closer for a look at the newest additions to their family. They count the kittens, finding another 2 the vet missed, and excitedly snap pictures and send them to their friends. As they continue to melt over the kittens, they notice that while a lot of them have the same black and white colourings of their mother, a few of them were a pretty orange, that looked suspiciously like the ginger cat who lived down the street. Buttons made a mental note to have a stern talking to with him the next time they saw him.

Already Elmer's thinking of names for the kitties, sending options to the groupchat (only Race is awake and his suggestions include Professor Cheeseball and Sir Meatball Daggertooth, which he reads out to Lucy who doesn't look too pleased with them) Buttons had already picked a name for one, Tigger, which they settled on giving to the biggest ginger fluffball. They settled on Gizmo for the kitty that looked like a little clone of his mum, then waited for the others to wake up and help (Race is officially banned from naming anything after suggesting Moldy Stink Rat) Elmer and Buttons sat on the couch and watched Lucy with her new babies, wrapped in each others arms, as they fall asleep listening to Lucy meow softly to her kittens.

After about three months, the kittens were all named (Tigger, Gizmo, Oreo, Luna, Willow, Sunny, Marmalade, Cedar, and after lots and lots and lots of pestering from his human counterpart, the last one was named Jack) and had their appropriate vet work done. Davey appointed himself as godfather and was over any time he could ("where are my babies? I want to see my babies!" *scoops up Gizmo* "And how's mama Lucy going?") Mush and Blink would come and visit them frequently too, always bringing little toys and things for the kittens to play with. Cedar had taken a real shine to Mush and Blink, and would always go running towards them whenever he heard their voices. (Elmer and Buttons had a feeling of who they wanted to give Cedar to when the time came) Jack couldn't come over as frequently as the others but would constantly text Elmer and Buttons for updates on Cat-Jack, and had a picture of his kitty twin in his wallet and would show it off proudly to anyone who asked.

Unfortunately come month 4, Buttons and Elmer had to make the tough decision of giving away their precious babies. Lucy was just as upset as the two of them, but they couldn't keep looking after all of them, they'd already lost a pair of shoes, two pillows and several cups and glasses. So they needed to make sure the kitties went to the best of homes. Naturally Davey offered to take two (Oreo and Marmalade), Katherine took Willow, Barney adopted Luna, and Albert got Sunny. Elmer and Buttons asked Blink and Mush if they wanted to take Cedar, but they were slightly hesitant as they didnt want him to be overwhelmed by all the other animals (though they seriously had to restrain themselves from accepting right away) So Elmer and Buttons held onto him (tho they had a feeling that in a month or so he'd be living on the farm) Jack obviously adopted mini him, and Gizmo and Tigger stayed with Buttons and Elmer

Every month or so, they would all organize a meet up together, usually at Buttons' and Elmer's house so Lucy could see her babies again, and have kitty hangouts. Lucy, Elmer and Buttons miss the other kittens a lot, but they're happy knowing that they're with good families and good homes :)

Also Lucy definitely got spayed after bc they couldn't deal w the heartbreak of giving away kittens again, and also to help keep kitties off the streets, and the cat from down the road got a very stern talking to

#asks!#AHHHHH #IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG WINDED AND PROBABLY DOESNT MAKE SENSE #if ive said a sentence that doesnt english well please ask for clarification not even i know what i say sometimes #anyway!! I HECCIN LOVE CATS SO SO SO MUCH #highkey helped me w shit today #so thanks so much for that :))#belmerttons #buttons davenport #elmer kasprzak #newsies #kitty!!#jae writes kinda #hc fuel #cutesiewoojin #:)))#also for some reason it doesnt show up w the keep reading cut on mobile so im so so so sorry if you have to scroll past this long ass post

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brushlesprouts · 4 years

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Fenster the Deviler - Business before pleasure

After reading the first Witcher book “The Last Wish” I was inspired to try writing in that style. Not three sentences in, it become a parody story. Grant me this rambling tale of the grumpy Deviler, Fenster.

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The morning dew still clung to the undergrowth in the shaded parts of the forest. Among the soggy grasses and flowers, a figure turned against the midday sun peeking through the trees.

"The sun should be illegal," The slothful figure muttered. Along a single sunbeam, a small pixie descended to the disgruntled man's side.

"Good MORNING Fenster!" It barked in a voice not too unlike jingling bells. "We have a job today!"

Fenster rolled up to a sitting position. His eyes were still closed in a gambit that clever wordplay could allow him to collapse back onto his soggy bedroll for the rest of the day.

"Bingle," Fenster began with a patient voice, "I fear I have come down with a case of Vampirism and can no longer work in the daytime."

"Oh I see," Bingle said, "I just figured you wanted to get some money. Seeing as how you haven't had a job in almost a month."

It was true, Fenster had hit a rough patch. The once noble profession of deviler, those who stand as pillars against the darkness, had diluted to that of thugs who will glare at drunks for chump change. He thought himself the last of the TRUE devilers, but with that dignity came an empty stomach and nights spent among the weeds. Still, to a deviler like Fenster, dignity was the last bedrock for which the fragments of his misspent life can build from.

"We shall see," Fenster said, raising to his feet, "If this job is worthy of a deviler."

The little sprite cheered and busied himself gathering the sparse belongings of Fenster. Packed into a satchel, Fenster made his way out of the woods and into the nearby town.

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The little town of Globshire was a scenic place nestled between the Wobyjack mountains and the Fimblefank river. Due to the heavy snow melt every spring, the town would completely flood. The people of the town, instead of moving, created advanced plumbing systems that could help redistribute the sudden rush of water and allow the town to keep from being totally submerged. This innovation used metal pipes forged from the ore mined out of the Wobyjack mountains. Globshire was a marvel of human ingenuity, creativity, and work ethic.

Just downriver of Globshire was Dunk, and Dunk was an absolute hog hole that was designed so it could easily be rebuilt after the flush of water from Globshire would clear it out every year.

Fenster sloshed his way through the fresh runoff of the swollen river and into Dunk's hospitable charm. People in various forms of water-resistant clothing trudged through the fresh mud of their town, carrying building materials to repair and rebuild. Those who were unable to aid in the efforts sat tending to floating bonfires and preparing meals for when the workers needed a break.

Bingle sat perched on his shoulder like an exotic bird. "This place is nice." He said with a smile, "Everyone is so friendly."

"That's probably because they don't want to mess with a guy in black leather with a sparkly whatever sitting on his shoulder. Deviler or no, the sight can be quite intimidating." Fenster allowed himself a wry smile.

"Over there," He pointed his tiny finger at a shack that was upright, but missing a great deal of one of its walls. "The person in there needs a deviler."

"Or a carpenter." Fenster said. He then turned his head to look at Bingle, "I swear to the nine fires if this is a job about building or sawing, I am going to slap you."

Bingle said nothing, however he did giggle. It was the sound of bells being shaken violently in a sack made of animal skin. Whimsical and chaotic and slightly threatening. The deviler walked on.

The owner of the shack spotted Fenster first and hustled out of her shabby abode to meet him.

"Oh! You must be the deviler! The little blue bird was right! Prayers can come true."

Fenster managed a charitable smile and spoke quietly to his diminutive companion, "Blue bird? A little on the nose, don't you think?"

Bingle shrugged, "I am whatever the people want me to be."

he woman rushed up to Fenster. "Oh merciful Deviler, whisperer to small blue birds and deliverer of justice, I am in need of your help." She bowed her head to him.

"Whoa, steady on there," He said, lifting his hands defensively, "Let's not get carried away here. What's the job?"

She lifted her head, "So humble, please come this way and we'll talk." She walked back to her home and opened the door for him. Fenster paid a small glance to the gaping opening just beside the door and shrugged. He stepped in through the door and gave her a small gesture of thanks.

~~~~~

"I need Wobyjack scales." Valencia said. "I need them by next week."

he deviler had barely time to sit at the large crate that functioned as a table before Valencia, the woman from before, please try to keep up, had made her demand. Fenster was no stranger to getting right to the point, but even he was shocked by the sudden drop of decorum. Bingle had hopped onto a shelf well out of reach of the juicy floor, and was fussing with some of the shiny finery.

"Right, sorry, Wobyjack scales?" Fenster said. He fished in one of his jacket pockets for a notebook. It was labeled, 'Incredible Monsters and how to locate them: Abridged". He flipped to the back of the book and found the small entry for wobyjacks. They are dragonkin that live in mountain caves. Known for being incredibly territorial, walking into a wobyjack cave is akin to a declaration of war. Be careful of their fire breath, acid blood, and mythril scales. Danger rank, Captain.

"Yes," Valencia said. "I need those scales to finish my inaugural headdress before next week or I shall be the laughing stock of Dunk. A mayoress without her headdress is likely to be butchered as soon as obeyed. Why, you hear talk of the previous mayoress, Clotina Valor, now she had a headdress that could turn heads. Did you know she had the head guard stand watch over her bathing at night? The Scandal! You believe me if she had a simple headdress with only a few jubjubber feathers she would have been drawn and quartered. Do you understand my meaning?"

"Sounds tough," Fenster said absent-mindedly, his eyes were still hovering over the word "Captain" in his book. He had never been one for numbers, but the preliminary calculations for his pay were pointing towards a hot bath and a hot meal by week's end. But something nagged at the edge of his mind. The part of his mind where he stashed nagging things, like bathing habits, birthdays, and the Deviler's Code.

He snapped the notebook shut, "You want me to slay a wobyjack for your outfit?"

"Not just any outfit," She said harshly, folding her arms across her substantial chest, "This is the official mayoral headdress and ONLY wobyjack scales will suffice." She slackened her arms, letting them fall to her sides. "I know it is short notice but you are my only hope, all the others whom I have asked have turned me down." Valencia said, she was dipping back into the sing-songy voice she had greeted him with, complete with a lilt and gesture of a fainting woman. "I am at wits end."

"I am not a tailor nor a tanner, I am a deviler." He said, "And I will not kill a beast like the wobyjack without a better reason." He moved to stand up, and that is when his stomach let out a most unflattering howl. The following silence was deafening.

"Will you give me a minute?" Fenster said. He gestured up at Bingle and the two went outside.

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Fenster tapped his chin, looking pensively at the ground. Bingle hovered beside him, his sheer butterfly wings fluttering, which also sounded like bells.

"So," Bingle said at last, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm conflicted," Fenster said, stamping his foot on the ground, "Can't you see that? I'm tapping my chin, I'm looking down, clearly pensive. Read the air you damn pixie." He sighed. His stomach growled again.

Bingle smiled, "I don't need to read the air, it makes itself clear."

Fenster ran a hand through his hair, it swooped to the side and froze that way. "A hot bath and a hot meal," He said to himself, trying to convince that nagging part of him.

"And since it is a rush job, maybe a new sword too." Bingle said, his smile like sharp knife.

Fenster's eyebrows went up.

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"--And since it is a rush job," Fenster said, seated at the table again "I'm going to have to demand a little extra."

"But you'll take the job?" Valencia said, her eyes lighting up.

Fenster nodded, smiling to her. She clapped her hands over his and looked into his eyes, "Thank you, gracious deviler, oh savior, oh--"

"Fenster," He said, cutting her off, "Will do just fine, thanks."

She nodded, "Fenster, then. Good luck on your journey."

"About that," He said, tapping an empty pouch tied at his side, "Any chance for an advanced payment?"

"Absolutely not" She said warmly.

"Fair." He said.

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The massive draconic beast heaved its breaths heavy and slow, small wafts of smoke pouring from its nostrils. Fenster sat behind a nearby rock in the Wobyjack's cave, waiting patiently. Bingle grimaced at the deviler with increasing irritation.

"What," he said in a very soft voice so as to keep the ring-ting-tingle of his voice to a bare minimum, "Are you waiting for?"

Fenster continued to dress his equipment. Vials of elixir for speedy recovery, herbs to heighten senses, throwing daggers laced with moonsilver, some mints, and his trusty claymore given to him by his teacher just before he died. It was as valuable as it was heavy and a pain in the ass to wield. But, to use it to slay the creatures of darkness that plague the land was his promise to his late teacher. Another integral part of the Deviler’s Code. So he would do so.

"I have the benefit of surprise," Fenster said softly, "I am going to use every advantage I got."

The duo had arrived at the mountain cave late at night. As such, the wobyjack slumbered peacefully. And so it follows that Fenster had found a decent hiding spot to prepare his strike. Satisfied with his tools, he began preparation.

He drank a vial of devilweed spirits, which would increase his blood flow and make him faster and stronger as well as increase his endurance. He applied nightfang chalk markings over his eyes to grant him shielded sight, so as not to be blinded or fooled by illusions. Eating a dried drungo tail would thicken and toughen his skin so the raking claws of the wobyjack would not immediately disembowel him. And finally, a few mints cause all of that makes his breath really nasty and that could be distracting.

Buffed to the teeth, he gripped his blade with both hands and looked over the edge of the rock at the sleeping wobyjack. He slowed his breathing to match the beast. "Here goes."

Fenster charged the beast and roared a spell to life. Runes on the claymore lit up the cavern as he leapt into the air. The massive arc of his swing aimed for the beast's neck. The wobyjack, as with most dragonkin, noticed the deviler the moment he came out from behind the rock. It reared its head back and avoided the strike. However, still groggy from waking up, its momentum caused it to flop onto its back. Fenster pressed the attack, the element of surprise was still fresh and powerful but would only last for a precious few more moments. The wobyjack howled and sprayed a blast of fire, flailing and swiping with a massive barbed tail. The bright fire failed to blind the deviler and he managed to just barely tuck his body into a roll to avoid having his brains sent splattering to the cavern walls. Years of training at the deviler institute as well as his time in the deviler acting troupe had given him the skill to deftly dodge and look good doing it. He rolled to his feet and continued his charge, raising the blade to point the tip at the wobyjack's exposed underbelly.

A wobyjack has dangerously sharp scales everywhere on its body except for its belly, which has thick and tough hide. No mere blade could hope to carve a meaningful strike. However, Fenster's teacher's claymore was no mere blade, and the magic that currently ripped through it was no mere magic. As Fenster neared the tender gut meat, the wobyjack lunged its head to snap its jaws around the deviler. There would be no dodging this attack, and there would be no advantageous second strike. It was now or never. He lifted the blade up, raising the glowing claymore high over his head. The wobyjack brought its jaws down around the deviler. But instead of snapping like a twig, Fenster remained whole.

The drungo tail indeed helped his flesh, but above that, the rank taste of a man who had not bathed for weeks assaulted the enhanced draconic senses of the wobyjack. It was only for a moment that the beast retched, but it was just enough. With his raised arms free of the wobyjack's jaws, Fenster shouted a battle cry and brought the blade down on the beast's neck. The magic embedded within the Vorpal Sword came to life and cleanly split the neck from the body. The dragonkin's head seized in a fit of rigor mortis before everything became stillness and silence.

Bingle flittered out from behind the rock, "You did it!" He chimed.

Fenster grumbled and tried to pry the jaws open, "Thanks. Man this is stuck tight."

After succumbing to the knowledge that it wasn't going to loosen any time soon, he dragged himself and the head back to his supply bag and grabbed a small elixir meant to grant strength enough to carry multiple times ones own weight.

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Fenster dragged the cart, carrying a massive payload, through the draining streets of Dunk. He arrived at the shack from before, the wall had been repaired. The woman rushed out as she did before. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress with a deep slit cut to show her ample bosom, but still hint at modesty. She bounded up to him.

"And hast thou slain the wobyjack?" She cried, hands clasped together and eyes alight with joy. “Come, come inside,” She waved her hand to beckon him inside.

Within the shack, Fenster seated himself once more at the crate, Bingle sat upon the shelf. Upon the crate, Valencia set a small pouch before the deviler.

“Here you go, as promised. Thank you so much for your hard work.” She said.

“And the extra, for the rush job?” He said, smiling.

Valencia leaned forward onto her elbows, the cut in the dress revealing the lack of undergarments. “Perhaps we can make an arrangement?”

Fenster felt his eyes dip, but he knew that women were wily creatures. Full of cunning and breasts. He would not be so easily stoked, though the fire burning in him was most assuredly lust. That or the acid blood from the wobyjack had leaked into his armor at some point. With all his might, Fenster relied on his most formidable weapon, his charm.

“Now now,” He said, wagging a finger and smiling, “Business before pleasure.”

She heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes before walking back to the shelf and grabbing a second pouch. She turned and tossed it to him. Fenster managed to catch it with one hand, looking mighty impressed with himself.

“There,” She said flatly, “We are finished here.”

“Pleasure doing business,” He said, “Now then, how about the business of pleasure?”

She smiled at him. A smile that wasn’t really a smile. More like a raging fire of irritation and barely masked wrath. Valencia said, “You smell like dragon blood and three week old shit.”

“Fair,” Fenster said. He pocketed the pouches and left the shack.

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“What a CHARMER,” Bingle said, laughing. More bells, you know the drill. “I nearly busted out loud when you tried the ‘business of pleasure’ line. Did you come up with that all on your own?”

“Stuff it,” Fenster said. He checked over his salary with a greedy countenance before cackling to himself. “Perfect, just enough to make the trip.”

Bingle’s smile dropped from his face and was replaced with a look of concern. “No, we’re not going to Trance, are we?”

Fenster sneered, “You bet your pretty fairy wings we are going to Trance! I’m gonna get a hot bath, a hot meal and the best damn sword Vurgle the Forgemaster can whip out!”

Bingle groaned and Fenster laughed and the two of them made their way to Trance, the city of glitter and glamour.

~End~

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whindsor · 5 years

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this is me, shamelessly commandeering @universalfanfic‘s incredible world of “a magic happenstance” because i’m always soft for a medieval au and she gave me permission soooooooooo

Mika carefully guided the four castle servants carrying the massive five-tier cake, making sure they didn’t run into any decorative suits of armor and any other staff gave them a wide enough berth to keep the cake safe. She’d spent every hour of the past week working on it, making sure it was absolutely perfect. But it wasn’t her time investment that she was worried about; no, she was worried because this was the cake for the crown prince’s birthday. It was as perfect as she was going to get it, and she wanted it to stay that way.

When the cake was finally delivered to the grand ballroom, she lets out a breath and wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt, relief washing over her like a cool spring rain. This was her most important order to date, and she was beyond happy that it had worked out. She made sure the serving utensils were properly aligned and that the decorations were in place before curtsying to the castle workers, turning to take her leave.

She realized very quickly that, since she was so focused on keeping the cake safe, she had not paid any attention to where in the castle they were going. Had they gone up or down any stairs? Did they turn left or right at the massive painting of the Fairy Forest? She tried to walk with confidence, to keep her features calm so no one would think she didn’t belong, but soon she had to accept the fact that she was completely and utterly lost.

She looked out a window, noting the position of the sun and figuring which way was north. The front doors were on the north side, right? Or was it east? No, no, it was north. Definitely north. Hopefully north. With a renewed sense of purpose, she started walking towards the north end of the castle, keeping careful track through the windows. She tried to follow the twists and turns, her pace increasing as she heard the sounds of the front palace gardens, and smelled the sweet breeze from outside. She took a turn a little too quickly, her mind realizing too late to stop her body before she completely ran into someone. She felt as the earth tilted, sending her towards the ground, and she squeezed her eyes shut and braced for impact. But the impact never came.

Instead, two strong arms held her, and slowly, carefully, righted her. She opened her eyes then, finding herself face to face with a very handsome man, his blue eyes staring at her with concern. She took one step back, the world shifting again and making her feel unbalanced, even though her feet stayed planted firmly on the floor. Around her, gentle chimes started sounding, soft and delicate, in a melody she’d never heard before.

“I-I’m so sorry-“ her eyes caught the color of his uniform, the chain mail under his sleeve. The royal insignia stood proudly on his chest. How had she managed to be so careless to run into one of the prince’s chosen knights?! She stepped back into a curtsy, her eyes falling to her feet in an attempt to hide her chagrin. “I apologize, Sir Knight. Please forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive, my lady.” he said. His voice was much softer than she thought it would be. She didn’t dare look up at him until his hand appeared in her vision, offering a steady touch as she returned to her full height. Though they stood nearly eye to eye (which she noticed because his gaze took her breath away), he carried himself with a confidence that made her feel smaller. The chimes were joined by woodwinds, the romantic melody they were singing wrapping around them and pulling them closer. “Are you alright?”

“I am, thank you. I hope I did not hurt you.” she said, her voice still shaky both from the sudden loss of balance and of being in such close proximity to him. Her heart beat painfully in her chest, as if it were trying to break free and fly away on the notes of the song that didn’t have lyrics yet. She’d never felt like this before. He gave her a half grin, as if she amused him.

“Not to worry, my lady. It takes a lot more to hurt me.” he replied. He blinked a couple times, as if clearing himself of a memory. The music took a brief minor turn, a short bridge before lifting back into its major key. He gazed at her so seriously, as if she were the only thing in the room. Was he having the same experience she was? She couldn’t tell.

“Sir Barnes! There you are.” a young boy skidded around the corner, and the music ended abruptly at his entrance. Luckily, he was agile enough to avoid the two of them, standing still as statues in the middle of the hallway. So, Sir Barnes was his name. Mika liked the sound of that.

“What is it, Squire Parker?” Sir Barnes said, his eyes still on Mika. She held his gaze, afraid to move or breathe or speak and break the spell between them. Was it wishful thinking, or did he also look like he was afraid to look away? Her pulse raised again, something going on in or around her heart that she didn’t understand.

“Prince Rogers is looking for you. He said you were supposed to be there fifteen minutes ago. He was worried that you got lost.” the squire rambled. He clearly had a lot of training left to do.

“Tell Prince Rogers I will be there post haste.” Sir Barnes replied. Mika realized he was still holding her hand, but instead of pulling away, he grasped her fingers just a little bit tighter. Squire Parker had little to no idea what was going on, though Mika didn’t really understand it herself.

“But, Sir, he said that this training is of the utmost importance and that the schedule is very tight due to the festivities tonight and-” the boy continued, bound by his honor to the task that the Prince had set forth for him. He sounded very serious, or as serious as a boy of fifteen could sound.

“Yes, thank you, Squire Parker.” he interrupted, his patience wearing thin. Something big was happening right now, though he did not understand it. The squire did not heed the tone in his voice, missing the dismissal. He shifted foot to foot, anxious to return to his prince. Mika finally broke their eye contact to dip into another curtsy.

“Apologies for the intrusion, Sir Barnes.” she said. She liked the way his name felt on her lips. She briefly wondered how his lips would feel on hers, the thought flitting away as soon as it finished. She felt herself blush, and hoped fervently that he couldn’t read minds like some palace workers she’d heard of. “I’ll take my leave.” She had already taken too much of his time and was completely overcome with embarrassment, so without waiting for his official dismissal she turned and walked towards the doors, trotting lightly down the front steps. She thought she heard him call out after her, but couldn’t be sure, and instead tried to slow her racing heart as she walked back to the bakery. The sun seemed brighter, the trees greener, and even the pain in her back from bending over the cake all morning was gone. She hummed the song she’d heard earlier, a flute accompanying her. Caught up in her own little world, her thoughts lingered on the handsomeness of Sir Barnes, of his strong arms and his gentle demeanor. A kaleidoscope of butterflies danced in her stomach, feelings she’d never experienced making her feel faint. She didn’t understand what this was until she stepped back into her bakery, the lyrics of the song finally coming to her.

On this day

When I meet

My true love.

Back at the castle, Bucky was in an absolute frenzy.

He’d always assumed that True Love was not in the cards for him. He was to be married to his duty, commit himself to his country. Of all their friends, he and Steve were the only ones left to themselves. Some had fallen in love over time, some had the sudden realization that their childhood best friend was their true love. But none had experienced the rare love at first sight, at least not yet. Obviously the crown prince’s true love would take time, and if not, then he would arrange a marriage with a neighboring land. And Bucky would always be there, his loyal knight, to protect him and the realm.

But he’d heard the music as he looked into that woman’s eyes - those beautiful, deep brown eyes - and felt as the air caught in his chest, as his heart skipped eight beats at once, as his muscles ached to reach out and hold her. He’d never heard such beautiful music before, and he felt the back of his neck heat up as he realized the song was for him. And her.

And he’d let her get away! Without even learning her name!

He’d taken one step after her, then his advancement stopped as Squire Parker grabbed his sleeve. “Sir Barnes! Please, the prince-!” He couldn’t fault the boy, really. He was just trying to follow orders. But this was the one time that Bucky wished he could override the prince.

“Do you know who that was?” he asked, trying to control the desperation in his voice. True Love! Fate had actually given him True Love!

“I do not, Sir.” Squire Parker said, looking scared at his lack of an answer. Bucky opened his mouth again, prepared to order him to find out, when the prince himself came around the corner.

“Sir Barnes!” he said, and Bucky immediately stood at attention, even if said attention was currently split. Steve’s face was the pretend serious that he wore in front of the trainees, the expression one that made Bucky roll his eyes when no one was looking. “I was hoping we could run the recruits through their drills sometime today.”

“Apologies, Your Highness.” he said, his mind whirring as he thought of any excuse that might get him out of this. Then he was appalled at himself, slightly ashamed that he would shirk his duty so easily. Steve was giving him an odd look, as if he could sense his friend’s distress, so Bucky tried to slow his breathing and put on a neutral facade. He didn’t know the rules of this; was True Love a good enough reason for him to leave his post? Probably not. “Right away.”

“It’s not like you to be tardy.” Steve remarked quietly as Squire Parker ran ahead to join his comrades. Bucky ducked his head, refusing to meet his eye.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I had an accidental run in with a lady in the hallway, I had to make sure she was alright.” he explained with the basics, not knowing how Steve would react. He wasn’t sure himself what to think of this situation.

“Always so chivalrous.” Steve teased as they moved to the great room, the young trainees all standing in line and shaping up once the two of them entered. “But now I’m afraid you have a job to do. I must go and ensure tonight’s preparations are finished.”

“Yes, Sir.” Bucky said with a bow, nearly choking on the words. Never in his life had he wanted so badly to avoid his work. But he shoved his feelings down, focusing on the task in front of him. The more he concentrated, the faster time seemed to pass, but when they finished he wasn’t able to go on his search; no, then he had palace servants dragging him back to his quarters and running him through a bath before pulling on his ceremonial uniform. He didn’t want to go to a party, even one to celebrate his best friend. The music had been playing in his head all afternoon, teasing him, taunting him. He kept his eye out at every corner, hoping to find his lady again. She hadn’t been dressed in palace garb, and he realized with a stone in his stomach that that meant she could be anywhere in the town.

With this desolate thought, he entered the Great Hall, preparing himself to participate in the festivities. Could True Love wait until the morning? He didn’t want it to.

“You know, I believe the baker outdid herself.” Steve remarked as the last pieces were put in place. Soon the guests would begin to arrive, and he would make a formal entrance, but he always like to ensure everything was ready beforehand. Bucky made a noncommittal noise of agreement, barely glancing at the cake. He couldn’t possibly-

Wait a moment.

He turned back to the cake, noticing the details, the beautiful colors, the way it practically shone with the love that was baked into it. He remembered the beautiful girl from before, with her hands that were delicate but strong, and her white apron that had small touches of brightly colored stains on it. Colors that matched the cake in front of them.

“Your Highness, I-” Bucky paused, wondering how to word his request, even if he could make the request. Steve looked on pleasantly, waiting for his friend to gather his thoughts. Bucky bowed lowly, making Steve’s brows raise at the formality. “My apologies, Sir, but I’m afraid I must ask your permission to take leave of your birthday celebrations.”

“Are you going to tell me why, or leave me to wonder?” Steve asked, his tone giving away that he thought he knew why Bucky would request this of him.

“The lady I met earlier, I believe she - well, I’m hoping -” he paused, mad at himself for stammering like some lovesick teenager. He was a knight of the realm! He did not get shaken by things like love and women, even if that woman had the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. “When I met her, I heard the most wonderful music.” That was the explanation he settled on. Succinct. To the point. Just like a good knight should be. Steve grinned widely.

“Then, by all means, take your leave.” he replied, and Bucky let out a sigh of relief. “I’d say I’ll save you a piece of cake, but something tells me that won’t be necessary.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” he said, giving another bow.

“Go, Sir Barnes. Enough wasting of time.” he replied, turning and marching away before Bucky could reply. He needed no further encouragement, spinning on his heel and walking as fast as he could through the halls and out the front doors. He couldn’t very well run - what would people think, seeing a King’s Knight running full tilt through the town? - but he did walk with a purpose, his eyes glancing over the signs of the shops as he entered the town square. Night was quickly falling, the businesses (besides the tavern) closing for the evening. Another shot of ice went through his heart; what if she had already gone home for the evening?

There, on the opposite side of the square, he saw the sign with a cake on it. And underneath the sign, he saw his lady, stretching out on her tip toes to dim the sconces in front of her shop. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. He broke into a run as she stepped back into the shop; clearly she was closing for the evening, but he couldn’t wait until morning to see her again. He saw as she was startled by his sudden arrival, the glass of her door between them doing nothing to hide her big, brown eyes as she stared at him. He wondered if she also thought this felt like a dream.

She quickly opened the door, forgetting for a moment to curtsy and greet him. “Sir Barnes.” she said quietly, reverently. Somewhere, a flute sounded a quiet trill, building the tension.

“I did not ask your name.” he said. He wanted - needed - to know if she heard the music too, but he figured he should probably be polite. He was a knight, after all.

“Mika.” she said, the flute playing an extra little round. Mika. What a beautiful name.

“Lady Mika.” he breathed. He liked the way that sounded. “Tell me, my lady, do you hear the music too?”

The flute stopped as she put a hand to her chest, as if reminding herself to breathe (which she was). “Yes. I do.” she replied. He liked the way those words sounded when she said them, and a quartet of strings sounded around them at the admission. He reached for her hand and she took it readily, her fingers shaking in her excitement. He gave her a lopsided grin.

“I’m afraid I don’t quite know where to go from here.” he said, laughing in his chagrin. She giggled as well, her free hand going to cover her mouth. Her laugh was contagious.

“Well, Sir Barnes, I must confess I do not know either.” she admitted, making them both laugh again. “But perhaps...perhaps we can start with a cup of tea?”

He breathed a sigh of relief, a massive weight lifted from his shoulders. “Tea sounds wonderful.”

#universal fanfic #sorry not sorry #i love AMH more than anything #so here have a casual like #2.5k words of a medieval au #LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT YOU SAY #HERE YOU GO

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thrandilf · 5 years

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Dauntlessly True to Himself Ch 2

The day usually started with Leon spending an unnecessary amount of time preening in front of the full length mirror in his bedroom, and the day of his archery demonstration was no different.

“I really am the best merchant around!” Leon had missed the comforting weight of light archer’s armor. It was brand new from his own shop, since his original trusted coat was destroyed when he’d been injured. Leon felt confident and at home as he adjusted the pauldron over his left shoulder and turned around to check how the calf length coat flowed with him. His right shoulder area twinged with pain and he huffed, eying his reflection in the mirror as he slung his quiver onto his back.

“Damn it- just for a day, pull it together,” he mumbled. Leon compulsively checked that his face was blemish free and that the soft amount of makeup under his eyes to disguise his occasional restless night was perfect. He’d spent even longer than usually fussing over his hair, as if he couldn’t style it in his sleep by now. His new archery coat was strikingly similar to what he used to have, except it was a lighter shade of purple iris with even more embellishments down the front of turquoise and gold, designed to guide eyes all the way from head to toe.

Valbar might not judge by appearances, expect such meticulous perfection, or even notice how Leon aimed to impress every day, but he didn’t care. His charming smile and charisma came in handy for haggling with vendors and at this point it was the one aspect of himself he hadn’t lost.

He cheerily waved at passerby on the street, a spring in his step as he imagined Valbar’s proud expression when Leon finished the course. He’d set up the course the night before himself, with targets set at varying distances ranging from fifty to eighty yards, a few angled targets, and even a set of three wrapped around a giant tree trunk to test speed, depth perception, and general reflexes. Leon could pull such a stunt in his sleep, but after the years he worried his talent was forgotten. He couldn’t disappoint Valbar in any way, shape or form.

Leon’s determination brewed inside of him, hot and potent as he and a stablehand groomed and saddled his horse. The sun was minutes from its full height in the sky as Leon rode out to the training field, proud and striking as he made a dramatic galloping entrance. He automatically scanned the small crowd of archery students and other curious knights for Valbar. He noticed the slouching hooded boy Forsyth had glared at and Luthier standing next to Valbar in the back. Leon beamed with joy at seeing Valbar, despite how skeptical Valbar looked.

He could fix that.

Leon gradually came to a halt in front of the group, tossing his hair over his shoulder as he gave them all a smile. It was satisfying being on a horse in front of a crowd of people on foot. “Good afternoon! Welcome! I’m Sir Leon, not that anyone doesn’t know who I am, and I will be giving a lesson on navigating this year’s archery games! Archery on horseback requires both precision and speed, as well as expert horsemanship. While you’ll have to fire rapidly, it pays to know how you’ll be moving with your horse. There’s a point in a galloping gait where all four hooves are off the ground, which makes for the smoothest time to fire…”

He rambled on while idly running his fingertips along the edges of the fletching on his arrows, praying to whatever gods that were still alive that he wasn’t about to actually do something stupid. Leon finished his lecture and, with all eyes of his students and scattered friends on him, rode to the start of the course with his light bow in hand.

Leon turned smoothly onto the opening stretch of the straight dirt path and draped his reigns over the pommel, letting his horse canter without his lead. Adrenaline shot down his spine from years of warfare and he reflexively readied an arrow in a fluid motion and drew it back-

“AAAAAAAAAAAUGH!” he bellowed in agony. Pain paralyzed his right arm down from his shoulder to his fingertips, muscles and nerves screaming to stop the strain. Time seemed to freeze and he fired the arrow, the release a welcome relief. Tears threatened to spill into Leon’s eyes and he bit his tongue, anger at himself, his inability, his loss burning inside of him.

There was no way in hell he could draw another arrow with his shoulder.

Leon was officially, finally facing how done his career was. He couldn’t even pretend or lie to himself anymore thinking he was indefinitely in reserve.

He was legitimately useless to Valbar on the battlefield. It couldn’t be.

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In his muddled shock, he could feel every hoof fall under him. If this was his last time with a bow in hand, in front of his beloved- the last battle, even if it was against himself, he’d give it his one hundred and ten percent. Valbar was there. Leon had never been anything but his best self with Valbar watching.

Leon’s right arm and upper back made every motion torturous as his horse galloped and he quickly switched hands. His right hand gripped the bow with seized up muscles as his left frantically fumbled for arrows. Leon grit his teeth and rapidly fired as many arrows as he could, only having passed by a few targets. It was awkward, clumsy, and he could barely see, much less hold himself steady anymore. The arrows rested on the opposite side of the bow, his left shoulder had barely ever done such a motion before, and his instincts screamed that it was all wrong, but he attempted to hit every single target he’d set up.

The entire course only took forty seconds, but Leon was too far gone to hear the scattered applause and shouts, or notice his horse was slowing down to bring him back to Valbar and everyone else before he simply let his feet leave the stirrups and flew off his mount.

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Death tasted like mana herbs.

Leon groaned and discovered he wasn’t dead, and had just spit saliva coated clumps of herbs on himself. His entire body was numb except his face. He managed to wiggle a foot and open his eyes to the crowd of spectators standing around him. He was exceptionally pleased to see Valbar’s face above his, with a hand in Leon’s hair. If only it was under different circumstances. “You okay?” asked Valbar.

The initial shock of impact was wearing off and Leon tried to talk around the bitter leaves. “Yur uh difficult persob to argue wiff.” Valbar gently wrapped an arm around Leon’s waist and lifted him from the ground easily, helping him to his feet. Despite the dulled pain in his upper back, being in Valbar’s arms for a moment made Leon smile lightheadedly. Leon wavered but could brace himself against Valbar enough to stand, forcing down the herbs with a cough. “Ugggghhh. How’d I do?”

Silence.

Leon looked around in confusion at the huddle around him. “Well?”

Luthier took one for the group as he put his hands on Leon’s back and channeled a healing spell into him. “After the first shot, you missed every single target by a country mile.”

Well then. Leon leaned on Valbar and snorted, laughing so hard he wheezed. A few students hesitantly giggled and Leon wiped at his face. “God, okay. Alright. I’m retired for a reason everybody- sorry to disappoint.”

A teenage girl raised her hand and bounced on her heels. “Is it true you shot a necrodragon but didn’t hurt it because your arrow went through both eye sockets?”

Leon nodded, puffing his chest out but then winced. “Yes, that was quite a battle. Necrodragons are only really susceptible to seraphim magic.”

“Are you ambidextrous?” asked another student. “I’ve never even tried to shoot left handed.”

Leon blinked in confusion. He’d expected them to all disperse with disappointment. Instead, all of Valbar’s students and a few outsiders were surrounding him eagerly. “Er, no. I’ve only shot left handed a couple times. It feels really different to switch sides, although it’s not a bad idea for you young, able bodied people to experiment.”

“Could you teach us with Valbar?”

“I bet you have tons of stories!”

“I’m still scared of riding a horse without holding the reigns, how do you do it?”

Leon couldn’t help a grin spreading across his face. Warm pride blossomed in his chest, perhaps even moreso than if he’d actually shown off. “You guys still want me to hang around and teach after that?”

“Yeah!”

Valbar affectionately nudged Leon. “I think you’ve already taught them something, Leon.”

“That’s true.” Leon gingerly stretched his arms, sighing in relief that he could still move fluidly with only a few minor aches that would eventually fade. “Only you can know your own limits- on the battlefield and anywhere else. And-“ he turned to face Valbar with a fond expression. “-no matter how proud, arrogant, and stubborn you are, it’s okay to need help.”

“That’s right.” Valbar surveyed the group. “Alright, let’s get some practice in! Leon, up to being my assistant?”

“Always.”

Leon favored his right arm for the rest of the day, but thoroughly enjoyed working at Valbar’s side. He gave archers tips and pointers on foot, directed simple calvary exercises, and couldn’t stop feeling elated with Valbar close by. While Forsyth was strict, Lukas was reserved, and Mycen was a rare sight but one to be reckoned with, Valbar was warm and kind. He focused on team exercises and positive encouragement, eyes sweeping over his pool of students and making sure no one was left behind. Leon tried to adopt the same teaching method, giving praise and aid wherever merited.

“Canter! Good!” Leon had the timid student who was unsure of themselves out on a lunge line, putting their horse through their paces while the student held their bow, eyes constantly darting to their saddle horn. Leon tsked and called out to them, “Eyes up! Straighten your posture, relax into it- good! Keep it up!”

He didn’t even notice Valbar watching him until he was helping his pupil dismount (with more encouraging words than actual muscle). Leon turned and almost ran directly into Valbar, stopping just short of his imposing chest with a laugh. “Oh! Hi- my bad.”

“Will you join us for dinner?”

Leon shrugged. “Sure, why not?” He grinned at the small group of adolescents milling around, getting ready to leave for supper. “If anyone’s qualified to gossip about you to all of your adoring students, it’s me.”

Valbar chuckled and clapped Leon on his good shoulder. “I know, you could make me blush with your wild, vivid tales of our adventures together. But-“ he gestured to the field as they walked. “-I don’t think I’m the only one adored here, Leon. Beneath all that snark, you have a soft heart after all. The ability to teach proves your skills even better than a simple demonstration would’ve. You’re far more than your ability to hit a target.”

Leon could never stop Valbar-induced smiles from spreading across his face with pure joy. “Oh please- now you’re flattering me. I quite like it! Listen though, I know how much you helped me when I was just some scrawny archer who was terrified, hopeless, alone, and far from home. If you give anyone the sort of confidence and stability you gave me, you’re the best teacher in all of Zofia.”

Valbar finally did blush. “Well, how to respond? You’re biased for one thing- no one else admires me in every way as much as you to begin with.”

Leon’s heart skipped a beat in fear that he’d gone too far, but he laughed as he read Valbar’s easygoing gait and sly grin as only pleased. They mutually avoided mentioning Leon’s romantic inclination towards Valbar. Leon knew he’d been let down gently in the past, and was more than happy to just be friends with the most important person in his life. Valbar bringing it up so casually made an ancient knot of tension loose in Leon’s chest. Valbar genuinely didn’t mind after all. “Hmmm, yes, I suppose I am. I see the truth clearer than anyone else.”

“Oh? And what’s the truth?”

“Oooooh, I could gush about you for hours, but if I had to pick one thing- you give the best hugs.”

Whatever Valbar was expecting, it wasn’t that. “Hugs?”

“Yes!” Leon’s own cheeks tinged pink. He had no qualms about singing Valbar’s praises, but it was such an intimate thing to admit. “Those bulky muscles of yours give strong, secure, perfect hugs where I feel like I’m cocooned in pure security and warmth. Sometimes you even pick me up a bit and my feet leave the ground and I totally relax in your supernatural hugging abilities. You’re astounding.”

“Wow.” Valbar huffed fondly. “No wonder you’re a merchant. Now I want to be hugged by me.”

Leon opened his mouth to continue but he inhaled deeply instead, eyes widening and stopping in his tracks, urgently tugging Valbar’s arm. “Wait- do I smell-“

Valbar nodded, sniffing too. “Ah, it seems Prince Conrad has been stress baking.”

“COOKIES!” Leon bolted forward, Valbar momentarily forgotten as he sprinted towards the intoxicating scent radiating from the dining hall and kitchen. “MOVE, I’M GAY!” He had so much momentum he couldn’t stop in time as a group of people rounding a corner in the crosshairs of his path and he body slammed someone in his cookie inspired frenzy, shrieking as they toppled over.

“Oh gods, you haven’t changed a bit.” A familiar groan sounded from below Leon and Leon gasped with disbelief.

“Kamui?!” Leon sat up off where they were sprawled on the stone pathway and grinned, brushing himself off. “Oh I’m so sorry- I can’t believe you’re here!”

“Not just Kamui.” A tanned hand appeared in Leon’s field of vision and Leon widened his eyes. He pulled himself up with help by Jesse, who giving Leon his best smile complete with a friendly wink. “King Jesse of the Eastern Sands, at your service.”

Kamui rolled over on the ground with a sigh. “Why don’t the pretty boys help me up?”

Another familiar voice pulled Leon from staring at Jesse in disbelief. “Stop your drama, kid!” Saber pulled Kamui to his feet with a roll of his eye. “We gotta see Celica, it’s just easy to get lost in such a huge castle.”

“WATCH OUT BELOW!”

A crowd was gathering again at the sight of new arrivals, and this time it was clear why. Three falcon knights circled high above the castle parapets, swooping down admist wild cheering to land in a triangular stance together. The three girls struck a pose with the gathering of spectators around them, introducing themselves with flourishes.

“Palla!”

“Catria!”

“And EST!”

“The Whitewing Sisters!” Clair broke through the crowd and almost fell into Est’s arms with excitement as Est dismounted. Est laughed and hugged her as Clair gushed. “I’m so excited to meet you!”

“It’s fun to see Valentia again! This part of Zofia is beautiful!” Est bounced on her feet excitedly as Catria and Palla surveyed the area around them.

Catria nudged Palla and gestured away from everyone. “The throne room is that way if we saw correctly. Let’s go.”

Jesse held his hands up and waved. “Hey! Wait, wait we should all go together! Did I lose anyone? All three Pegasus riders, me, Saber- Genny and Atlas, you guys stuck?”

Atlas and Genny emerged from behind the alicorns. Atlas had made visits to Zofia Castle for Celica before and shrugged, still in his fur trimmed woodcutter outfit. Genny stood next to him scribbling excitedly in a leather bound journal. She looked up and smiled brightly. “Oh, this sequel to our adventure is going so well! I can’t wait to see Celica.”

Valbar stood in the center of the group and beckoned everyone towards him. “Why not have dinner first? Celica has been resting in private lately.”

“YES! CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!” Leon grabbed Valbar and Kamui’s hands and led a charge into the dining hall, laughing and elated as they surrounded Prince Conrad who was handing out warm cookies from a table covered with baking pans. Mae, Boey, and their children were helping him with cleaning up, Boey gently shooing all of the little ones away from the table to wash their hands.

Conrad was shaking with a severe lack of sleep and the area under his eyes was an exhausted gray but he smiled for Leon. “Oh, my biggest fan! It’s relief to have at least one thing under control.”

Leon eagerly gave Valbar a cookie so fast he almost dropped it and then unceremoniously shoved one in his own face with a low groan. Kamui rolled his eyes and had to grab one for himself, reaching around Leon. Leon listened to the alicorn riders and all of the new arrivals mix together around him to introduce themselves and get situated at Alm’s huge table for dinner as he entered a chocolate induced trance. His eyes fell closed and Leon moaned again, a soft sigh escaping his lips as the warm bittersweet chocolate melted into the brown sugar and vanilla against his tongue. It was baked to perfection- the center moist and rich with the lightest crisp on the edges. His toes curled and Leon hazily opened his eyes to take another bite of sugary heaven. “Ooooooooooooh, aaaah, hmmmmm- /yes/.”

“I feel like I should leave the room,” joked Kamui next to him.

Leon ignored him and grabbed another cookie, sitting by Valbar with another sensual groan, ignoring the stares and giggles at the table and missing how Valbar’s face was pink from Leon’s shameless noises of euphoria. “Aaaaaaahhhhhh- God it’s so GOOD!”

Conrad laughed weakly. “I’m glad. I’ve been barely sleeping with all the event planning.”

Alm was busy greeting everyone but got enough space to himself to sit down. “Conrad, please, sit down and promise me you’ll sleep tonight and just-“ he glanced around to make sure Sir Mycen was out of earshot, “-make my grandfather do everything, since he clearly doesn’t need sleep like the rest of us. Wow, everyone! It’s amazing to meet you all again- Celica is expecting you.”

Saber dished himself up a heaping plate of potatoes and meat. “She better be- she invited us.”

“Oh don’t be so grumpy to our majesty!” chastised Jesse. He flung his blond curls back and grabbed a plate. “We were unfortunately delayed by weather conditions. We were all traveling together for days longer than we anticipated.” Jesse beamed happily. “I’d say we got quite cozy!”

Catria and Palla groaned as Est and Genny giggled. “We’re flying back ALONE,” declared Catria.

Palla made eye contact with Jesse as he opened his mouth. “No, Jesse.”

Jesse turned to Est. “H-“

“I’m married.” Est held up her hand to show off a wedding band to ooohs and aaahs from around the table. “I’m having my honeymoon once we get back!”

Genny set her pen aside only to eat a bite now and then, absorbed in her writing and barely paying attention to her own plate. “I’m married too.”

Mae shrieked and smacked the table across from Genny hard enough to rattle the silverware. “TO WHO????”

“It’s a secret!” Genny hid behind her book, grinning as Mae bounced in her seat.

Gray leaned forward towards the Whitewing Sisters and Clair sighed loudly as he spoke. “Tobin and I have been thinking-“

“No we haven’t,” interjected Tobin. “Don’t blame me for this-“

“-and we’ve decided that a group of Pegasi would be called a flerd- a flock and herd! Are we right?”

Palla thought about it while Est readily nodded. “Uh- you know? They’re more horse than bird, so I guess we always said herd.”

“I like ‘flerd’,” Est said.

Luthier, at the discussions of Pegasi, leaned forward in his seat from all the way down the table. “While language itself is ever evolving and contractions may become words themselves over time, the idea of mixing two definitions for the sake of-“

“No, no, it’s Flerd now,” agreed Catria, cracking a smile.

The conversations paused as Boey arrived late, herding his three recently washed toddlers. “Prince Conrad’s cookies are done! Leon even saved you some! What do you say?”

“Yay!” chorused all three children.

“I’ll take that.” Boey sighed and sat down next to Mae. “I know kids are supposed to eat in the nursery-“

“It’s alright,” said Alm with his typical gentleness. He glanced at the kids excitedly getting themselves fresh cookies. “They could be my son’s playmates someday.”

There had been rumors going around about what the royal family would name their new prince. No one was supposed to know until the christening, but it wasn’t going to stop anyone from speculating.

“Ah yes.” Jesse straightened himself in his seat. “Prince Jesse, was it?”

“Oh please, he’s DEFINITELY gonna name his kid Prince Gray,” replied Gray.

Clive caught on to the game and grinned as it bounced around the table. “May I submit Clive as a good possibility?”

“Kamui is an honorable name.”

“Hmmm, surely you went with Lukas.”

“Prince Tobin, cause I’m your BEST friend, right?”

Alm waved his hand. “I’m not allowed to tell! It’ll be a surprise!”

Boey lifted one of the toddlers up to cuddle between him and Mae. “I’d say Boey, but we have that covered.”

Mae nodded energetically. “Boey, Zoe, and Chloe!” She held one of the triplets on her lap, careful to not get any chocolate on herself as the child happily ate their cookie. “I’m missing one right now- oh there they are! It’s okay, they’re all cuddly and mostly harmless.”

Leon blinked with confusion as he felt a small tug on his sleeve. He looked down at the child next to him. All three of them looked practically identical with bright pale pink hair, Boey’s skin tone, and Mae’s eyes. Leon had never known exactly how to interact with kids even when he was one. “Uh, hi.”

“Purble!” The toddler rested their cheek against Leon’s thigh and pointed at his hair.

“Yes. I’m purple.”

Leon was ready to accept being cuddled until they giggled and fully hugged him from the side, so overcome with joy that a wave of uncontrolled magical static jolted them both. Leon jumped with a shriek, the sensation not painful but deeply unsettling. “Agh! What- oh no!” Leon sprung out of his chair and desperately tried to pet his hair down, panicking as people laughed at their antics. His soft hair relentlessly stood on end as he had a catfight with his own head, facing away from Valbar specifically.

“They’re going to be quite powerful mages,” commented Luthier. “Delthea was casting all sorts of accidental spells at a young age.” He paled at the mere memory of it and Delthea giggled.

Kamui warily scooted away from the gleeful toddler next to him whose hair was standing on end. Valbar, however, scooped them up into his arms and smiled as they immediately started eating his dinner with their bare hands. “I miss having my own little one. Having three must be quite a handful.”

“Oh yes.” Mae nodded. “I’m sorry if it’s a bad time- you were a father?”

Valbar chuckled as the toddler on him managed to get potato on his leg. “It’s alright, the wound isn’t as raw anymore. I lost my entire family to a pirate raid. However, as much as I loved having a son, I don’t see myself having another kid.” Valbar tried to help the child on him clean their mouth with a napkin and didn’t bat an eye when they suddenly decided to doze against his shoulder. “My life is going in a different direction, and there are enough people around me to love.”

Leon clamored back into his seat, still fussing with his hair as he fondly eyed Valbar. Even after Leon’s embarrassment at the archery field, Valbar still valued him. Valbar loved everyone. It made Leon’s heart swell with affectionate pride, impressed that his own feelings could blossom further. “You’ve never been bitter. That’s so sweet of you, being so good with kids.”

“I love them.” Valbar looked at the child snoozing on him with such affection as if they were his own. “Right now it feels like I have 50 kids with all those recruits.”

The conversation would’ve continued but a sudden hush fell over the dining hall. Within a moment of glancing around, Leon could see why.

Queen Celica entered the room flanked by Sir Mycen and Mathilda. Mathilda rarely appeared in public anymore, while she usually said it was to stay at her and Clive’s estate to be a mother, those in the castle had figured out that she was a personal guard to Celica when needed. Several people rose to their feet and Jesse scrambled out of his seat to bow but Celica smiled and offered him her hand up. “My friends, you bow to no one. It’s so good to see you all again.”

Genny and Mae exchanged a glance and then ran to hug Celica together, squishing Jesse (who didn’t seem particularly bothered) in with them. The Whitewing Sisters joined in on the group hug and Celica was practically hidden from sight, surrounded by loving friends. She was just as casual as Alm around the castle, happy to see familiar faces.

“We missed you!”

“Are you okay? You just had a kid!”

“You should demand we visit more!”

Celica stood on her tiptoes and waved to Alm frantically, laughing as he and Mathilda rescued her. “Yes! I’m only suffering from being fussed over too much, the baby and I are just fine. He’s fast asleep and well fussed over.”

“Would that be Prince Jesse, my lady?” Jesse teased.

“Forsyth is a much better name!” stated Forsyth.

Leon jumped in on the fun, not missing an opportunity to declare his love for Valbar. “Now let’s be honest- Valbar is the best name.”

“Is this what you’ve had to put up with?” giggled Celica, sitting next to Alm at the head of the table.

“Yes, dear. They’re relentless.”

Celica warmly looked around at everyone, inner circle and commoner alike. “We have less than two weeks before the festivities to get ready- lets make it the best Zofia has ever seen!”

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Space Ace Stickers! (+ other stickers!)

EDIT: I can’t get the links to work on this post for whatever reason, but I made a new post specifically with only the links to everything in here, so if you search the tag links on my blog, it should pop up! I’ll leave this in the comments as well, so people can see this even if it’s been reblogged~ Thank you! So if you're wondering why you were tagged here, you probably reblogged ---> this And I felt obligated to gather all of you together to update everyone on how you can now officially get these, since so many of you/your followers liked them and left such sweet comments 💜 SO, getting right into it!

• Yeah, these are stickers and not buttons. YET! The (short) post explaining why is ---> here

• Once I have another $265 to buy a button maker for 1" buttons, I promise, they'll be buttons~! In fact, once they're buttons, they probably won't be available as stickers anymore. I just decided to make the Space Ace into stickers because they got so popular, and the rest as fill-ins until I design more, better, stickers • Most of these are Space Ace buttons, but the other buttons (Steven Universe, Over the Garden Wall, Wander over Yonder, and Black Butler) available can be seen ---> here and here

• I'm gonna be honest, the edges on this first batch (excluding the Black Butler stickers) are horrible, and I'm so sorry about that 🙃 I need to do some very simple and quick edits to the PS file before I print out any more, but this is my first time making stickers, so forgive the Learning-By-Trial-And-Error stage just starting out. As I space them better, and save up to buy a circle Matt cutter, the quality will improve~!

• They will probably be available through most, if not all, of the summer months, and the remaining spring months, as that'll be the time I finish up my animation class, and make more things to sell over summer break~

• S+H will be added to the price after they're sent, because I'm still learning how the heck you figure out adding that stuff into the charge before sending them, but unless you live outside the US, that should be under $10 (also if anyone that does this all the time wants to teach me how to figure that out, you’d be such a blessing, cause I’m horrible at math, and don’t even know what to look for/where to start looking for it to learn :’ ) )

• I do plan to make more stickers/buttons for the LGBT+ community like the Ace ones I made (even if they don't match the theme), but I have to be very careful, as I'm closeted to the family I live with currently, and still a little ways away from moving out (tho hopefully getting closer to doing that~), so it may be quite a while before I make more, sorry about that :' ) If you're not a big fan of the original art I do/fan art I draw for (Yurio on Ice, Wander Over Yonder, Steven Universe, Star vs, Black Butler, Hamilton, Heathers, Revolutionary Girl Utena, etc.), but you want me to tag you whenever I do, at last, make more of those, leave me a CHAT message and I'll be more than happy to~!

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