Last Line Challenge

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as you feel like).

Thank you so, so much to @cookiemonsterv3 for the tag!! I’ve always wanted to do one of these <3

I can’t spoil this one too much, but I will say it’s a codywanweek fic for the Day 4: Soulmate AU prompt (that I am desperately trying to finish even as it gets longer and longer, oops)

Fox raises an eyebrow at him. “Did you seriously stop wearing your kama because Obi-Wan said you have nice legs?” Cody’s ears burn. “That’s not—” “No, wait,” Fox interrupts, searching Cody’s face for something. He seems to find whatever it is he’s looking for, because his eyes light up with unrestrained manic glee. “It’s worse than that, isn’t it?” Cody prays for a quick death. Fox’s smile widens into something positively feral. “You want less layers between your legs and his when he pins you in a spar. Cody, you dog.” Scratch that. Cody will not beg for death. Not before he kills his ori’tat.

No pressure tags: @thenookspace, @vytels, @biscuityskies, @goddammitjim, @ferretrade, & @foreverchangingfandomsao3

Please more knight ghost it’s unhealthy at how attached I am to your writing at this point like omg the way you write is perfect . Also your characterization is amazing.

I would do anything for you, thank you. Knight!Ghost always has me the most worried about characterization but also feels the closest to Canon ghost in my mind. I could probably expand on that but I'm not gonna do it here.

"I'm going to teach you how to hold a knife," Ghost tells you on your third night in the woods. He'd been quiet all day, you wonder if this is what he'd been thinking about. You try to contain your excitement. "Don't look so giddy."

"I'm not," you school your features.

"You are, I can feel it," he grumbles, tugging his knife free from the sheath on his belt.

"Bull-" you cut yourself off when he glares at you, twisting your fingers against your mouth like you could hide the intent from him. Princesses don't swear, and he's chastised you enough about stealing words from the knights that you don't need another lesson. "I'm sorry," you mumble.

"Don't apologize to me," he tells you, the only thing you think he hates more than your swearing, "princesses don't apologize-"

"-they receive apologies," you finish for him. Except it isn't just anyone you're alopogizing to, it's Ghost. The only man worthy of an apology, the only person you care about staying in the good graces of. Besides, you're only a princess. Even when you're queen there will always be someone above you, a king you'll have to get used to apologizing to.

Ghost knocks his knuckles against your head, exceedingly gentle despite the casual airs he puts on. You frown and swat at his hand. You can see his eyes squint, smiling behind his mask.

"Chin up princess," he shoves the hilt of his knife into your hands, "give us a slash, eh?"

You stare at him, swallow, and grip his knife tight. He lifts his tunic and pats his stomach, the mail and padding makes this feel much less intimidating. Not enough that you don't hesitate slashing at him. You can feel Ghost's impatience radiating off of him.

He grabs your hands and adjusts your hold, batting one of your hands away from the hilt and holding it at the wrist. "Keep this one out in case you need to grab your opponent." He instructs, you nod still trying to gain the courage to slice your closest companion. You wind your arm back and- "Eyes open."

You huff and pout at him. He raises a brow. "You wanted to learn to fight." He sounds like he's trying not to laugh. You don't appreciate it. This is harder than you thought it would be, you didn't think you'd be practicing on Ghost.

"I don't want to fight you," you tell him.

"I'm flattered," he deadpans.

"What if I hurt you?" You wince. You've already stitched him up once, you don't want to do it again.

"It would be an honor."

Your breath catches. He says it so sincerely. You know that line, it's an honor to die for the monarchy, to be injured protecting them -you- but this. You don't know what this is. You don't know or understand the look in Ghost’s eyes. Or maybe you do, maybe the ache in your chest that it conjures is responding in kind to a similar one in his. Maybe it isn't the monarchy that brings him honor, maybe it's just you.

"I don't want to learn anymore," you whisper, you can't raise your voice past that, too consumed by what it would mean to cut Ghost. It would mean he's a man, something flesh and blood that you can hurt. Not the larger than life figure he presents, not the thing only monster can touch. It would mean you could hurt him the same way anything else could.

Except he'd let you. He'd bare his flesh for you, show his stomach, strip himself of all safeguards, all teeth and claws. You could cut him and it would be an honor.

"Ok," he says, his hand wrapping around yours, his voice low and gentling, "let's stop." You nod, taking your hand from the knife quickly. He drops to one knee in front of you, tips your head with two gloved fingers under you chin, drawing your gaze to meet his. "I'm at your command, my lady." He reaffirms, reassures.

He'll never force you, never disobey your "no", always on a short leash your dog. How could you ever hurt him? How could he ever ask you to?

Amy: I wonder why Antivirus is the only office Admin who got involved in all this?

Domain: *shrugs* Everyone else is probably dealing with crazy shit in the other SMG universes or something. It's not like we're the only ones who have adventures.

Meanwhile, in a Dreamland adjacent to the SMG Dreamland...

Various Cappy Town Residents: *running around screaming in terror while glitchy chaos engulfs the town*

Game Dedede: You get back down here right now, young man!

Tuff: *floating in the air with the hologram-like transparency most Code-level entities have, clearly drunk on power* I...SEE...EVERYTHING!!!

Several Admins and most of the SMG6 Crew: *directing unimpressed glares at the Gamer Girl*

GG: *laughs nervously* Uh...I'm pretty sure I can change him back? I just...have to figure out how I did this in the first place...

>Check mouth storage

Ah, of course, you had something in there! how could you forget. It's your trusty nuclear bomb! you've never had to USE it, of course, but it was retrieved during one of your iterator's many Incredibly Dangerous Errands. If you weren't so evolved, you'd think she was TRYING to get you killed. silly Winks, you're bound to the cycle like everyone else, you can't die.

Oh well! back down the hatch it goes.

==>

Any fun facts about Mallowstar? I'm especially wondering about his family, it doesn't seem like he's anyone's sibling?

In BarrenClan, kits have a high mortality rate in roughly the first four months of their life, mostly because of malnutrition. Redpelt, Blacknose, and Cootstorm had a sibling named Moonkit who died when he was barely a month old. Mallowstar was one of the lucky ones in his family - he had two other siblings, Starlingkit and Whisperkit, who died from malnutrition.

In fact, it was referenced in Issue 6 that there was a famine in the last season, unfortunately timed up with Pinepaw and his siblings being young kits. This made many cats extremely desperate to find enough food to keep the kits alive. How desperate? You'll find out.

posting my favourite Gorillaz Ace drawings so i don't have to hunt them down every time i wanna make an edit

is there a reason bluey is so... goopy? are they okay?

( Yes ! Bluey is currently very, very physically unstable -- Both due to the method of their cloning and how soon they were brought out. )

( the circles represent areas where bluey is more stiff . Bluey doesn't have internal organs -- functioning much more similarly to a ditto.)

( on that note. bluey could absolutely melt into a vaguely-two shaped puddle of goo. and probably would . They're constantly melting and regenerating what melted off. )

lore book - broken bonds between selkie and pelt

the relation between a selkie and their pelt is difficult to define by any terms. it is both physical and magical, an intrinsic link, but it is still possible to be strained by great time or distance. it is a bond between two halves of a whole that is nearly impossible to sever... but with great difficulty, it can be.

in the event that the connection between selkie and pelt is broken, the pelt will become inert as if it were dead and the selkie will no longer be able to transform. being unable to transform will cause a chronic form of pelt separation sickness and greatly weaken the selkie in both mind and body. this, fortunately, is a rare occurrence naturally, but certain (highly forbidden and difficult to learn) magic spells can break the connection forcefully.

at the time this book was written, no way has yet been found to heal a broken connection like this. legend tells of a spell that can go beyond this - a spell that can tie an inert pelt to a bug who was not born a selkie, allowing them to transform, feel what their pelt feels, and everything else a natural born selkie can do. while there are no historical or contemporary records of this actually being performed, it is typically posited as a horror story or the subject of an ethical debate.

inert pelts belonging to living selkies are considered legally dead, and thus are allowed to be sold. this is often the best option for selkies who suffer from a broken pelt connection, although it loses some value when it loses the convenient property of shapeshifting. it is not uncommon for these individuals to say that they want their pelt out of their sight as soon as possible. the exact reason for this psychological symptom is still being researched.

Eden: I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS KIDNAPPED... I WAS THE ONE FORCEFULLY TIED UP.... Eden: OH BUT IT’S FINE JUST... HEAR THE KIDNAPPER OUT... The mew begins to grate his teeth together, frowning and digging his claws into the tree. Eden: WHO CARES W-WHAT HAPPENS TO EDEN. FUCK EDEN RIGHT... LISTEN TO THE BAD GUY HERE... GODS... FUCKING...  Eden continues to dig and tear at the tree bark in anger. Dysnomia observes this and quickly drops the dirt onto the ground as they stare at the mew in the tree. The sylveon approaches slowly and tries using a calmer tone. Dysnomia: ...Alaxia. You should calm down- Eden: MY NAME. IS EDEN. The mew practically spits at the sylveon down below, tail flicking back and forth in anger. Dysnomia takes a step back a bit, turning away from the mew and biting their lip nervously. It was a small slip up. But the reaction just settled the decision in Dysnomia’s mind. This anger is just leading a whiny cat NOW... but later.... This wasn’t Alaxia. Yet. The sylveon backs off a bit and faces the vast field. Tapping his foot and wondering what to do to not further anger the mew. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [ A lot of people ]

ok not to start rambling about my fucking au but. oh my god

so I know ruin eclipse is this jolly ole guy but... in an au based on GLITCHES and since ruin eclipse does NOT count as a glitch.... the eclipse in my au gets to be a complete and total asshole ! for fun !

"the appearance of Sun, the voicelines of Moon, and the mannerisms of both." that is the description of the glitch. I can literally make him asshole² and nobody can fucking stop me

Hey um, quick thing, but has anyone else thought about how most of the "evil" mystic stuff is purple

And um, yknow Donnie's mystic stuff is all purple which um im not saying there's something there in canon but um yknow there could be some good food made with this ingredient

JMAH: the wither rose. 🌹

What prompts it? What does Sam think about how well Dream did?

THE WITHER ROSE 👀

Honestly, I think it's something Sam would do early enough where he's not really...expecting Dream to succeed. Probably as a punishment of sorts after Dream was (in his opinion) particularly stand-offish or mouthy or otherwise insubordinate, a little after the debacle of Tommy's death anniversary and the TNT (and the...strange calm of March 16th). He's seeing more obvious effects on Dream's behavior by now, obviously, but not really internalized the depth of his actual control over him, yet, how much of his accidental conditioning is actually having an effect.

So after an interrogation session or something that ends up being particularly frustrating to Sam, he hands him a wither rose and tells him to keep holding onto it, or else. He's not really expecting too much, honestly. The obedience tests, as he begins to implement them, are kind of clumsy - as much as he wants Dream to listen, whether or not he actually expects Dream to follow through can be a lot more complicated. He wants to think that he's making progress, but he also thinks that Dream is stubborn as shit and probably willing to go through quite a lot of pain just to piss Sam off. So he hands it over, checks back a few times to make sure that he's still holding onto it, and then leaves.

As for Dream- well, or else means quite a bit, after the anniversary and the TNT. And it's like- things haven't been as bad as the first two weeks in a while, but w/ fresh memories of how bad things can get and newly shaking hands, he's not exactly keen on inviting Sam's wrath. Besides, holding onto the rose ,, isn't that hard. Not at first. Part of it is almost proof to himself - the wither rose only hurts as long as he holds onto it. There's a degree of control to it that doesn't exist with the potions. In some ways, it's easier to stomach.

So he holds on- and on, and on. Hours pass. The wither creeps up his arms - occasionally, a heal pot splashes above him to negate some of the damage, and he flinches but keeps gripping onto its stem (the wither effect is most concentrated around the petals). Slowly, as it takes its toll, he has a harder and harder time keeping his grip on it - so he ends up kinda awkwardly curled up against the back wall of the cell, letting the head of it rest against his chest to make sure he won't let go. His hands are completely numb. He doesn't think he could lift the rose and place it down if he tried.

When Sam finds him, like this, for a second he does panic a little and think that Dream's like straight up died - to his credit, his health-pot setup has done its job. His second thought is that this is some kind of malicious compliance, Dream trying to get revenge somehow by hurting himself - he did it in the first timeline, and he's done it before in this one as well. It's a combination of the seriousness of Dream's injuries and how out of it he is when he wakes up again that makes Sam maybe think differently - Dream has always been painfully aware of his own mortality, before, and you know. Very very hard to kill. It's not like him to be careless, like this.

Neither of them really approach the implications of it to each other, afterwards. Dream tries not to think too much about how close he could’ve gotten to dying, why he’d obeyed in the first place (he’s no stranger to what Sam is pulling, but he’s not even sure how much he wants to fight back anymore. His obedience scares him; not obeying, a lot of the time, scares him worse.) Sam can’t deny what this could mean, as much as he’s kinda reeling from what it could all mean and telling himself not to fall for Dream’s tricks - after this, the obedience tests definitely ramp up, just to test exactly how far Dream is willing to go and how much is actual control versus something Dream is using to fool him. (Dream is listening to him - isn’t this what he wanted? Is it even real?) Dream suffers a few permanent physical effects from the wither - the skin of his hands has greyed and blackened, and his fingers are colder than they used to be, going numb pretty often. Where the head of the rose had rested against his chest, there’s some more of the darkened skin as well as blackened veins around his heart and stretching up above his collar, easily visible through how pale his skin has become everywhere else. 

Hey ! I looove the lil bit of your multi fox au it's just such a good concept and correspond so well to the complexity of foxy boi

But that lead me to have questions like how many fox are there ? And what part of him each are ? I would love so much to learn more about it all !!

thank you! I talked more about the au here already so I'll send you there. tldr I headcanon Fox to have two headmates: Tens (it/its, fronts mainly when Fox is too stressed to deal with authority figures/Kaminoans) and Commander (he/him, fronts mainly when things are Very Bad to do the things that Fox can't/doesn't want to). For both of them, their main "job" is to keep the system from getting reconditioned or decommissioned for being "defective."

Tens and Commander are the two For Sure headmates, but sometimes I headcanon others for fun. none of those are very fleshed out at All though so 😭 I cannot tell you much about them

Please don't be too concerned; as a top, your bottom energy is extremely clear 💖

😳😳😳😳😳

"Would I be able to handle that? Being the focus of someone's darkness? Someone's heart?"

Reconnecting with ppl is so wild. Like we're talking about what we've done since we last talked and she's talking about her family's farm and how well her pet donkey is doing and I'm like "That's wonderful!! I've done some things that actually make me really happy but I will NOT be admitting to any of them!!" bc we haven't talked in over a year and I can't start out my life updates with "I run a tumblr blog about that show I started watching right before we fell out of touch"