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Sorry to come out of nowhere but I just wanted to say that your art is so warm and so colorful and so ROUND in all the best ways and your style really captures my favorite things about Kirby! I've always found it really inspirational!
Also, I love the way your line art looks?! I have to ask (you don't have to answer though) is there a specific brush or technique you use to get that soft, multi-layered effect?
Either way, wishing you a wonderful day!
Thank you so much for your nice message, it means a lot!!
I've been wanting to make a small tutorial about how I make my Kirby art, so I guess your question came right on time hehe ^^
As I'll be explaining all of my process, I'll also answer your question about my line art! Btw my art program is Paint Tool SAI and I'll also be showing the brushes I use as well as their settings (i made up most of them a long time tho).
So first here's the brush that I use for basically anything, whether sketch or lineart!
It took me a while to understand what you meant by multi-layered effect, but no the brush doesn't do that, that's actually my way of doing "lineart" (ig it's not really lineart cus I just do sketches that I clean later on).
I then clean up everything, add the details and block by using a grey color.
Afterwards I add the flat colors! I already have my own made up color palette, but otherwise I always use a purple color as overlay.
And I also use that same shade to color the lineart!
Next comes the fun part, shading! Here's THE brush that gives that soft effect to all of my drawings ^^ It's the same setting as my eraser too!
And yeah I also shade with light purple lol
There's also some other brushes that I use for more effects, like the airbrush! (I don't think I've touched the settings that much) I mostly use this one for lighting effects.
And finally the water brush! I sometimes use it for blending or for quick backgrounds,
but you can also see that when put it to "Spread" it also becomes the one that I use for my blushes hehe
Aaand I believe that's all of the brushes I use for my art! I do have more, but I only use those for other specific stuff like animation or pixel art.
Adding some details AND VOILÀ!!
Now you know how I make my Kirby art! (but this also applies for all of my art) I sometimes redraw on the contours to give that "pop up effect" a bit like what they did in rtdldx lol ^^
I really hope it was easy for everyone to understand cus this is my first time making a tutorial! And to Desultory Novice, I hope I managed to answer your question too!!
Thanks again and have a great day :D
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fafa attack. fafa is just There. Ominously.
Get that glorified annoying orange replica away from me.
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Bive. I don't feel so well... I ate fafa... All I see is fafa...
good luck /ooc
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A/N: Decided to answer these two in one go. Screenshotted, lol. 3rd POV and the reader is referred to as they/it like last time. Also, I’m gonna be honest with you, after the last Adam post, I started to find his relationship with Sera and Lute intriguing. They both make an appearance (separately).
I just found out. Apparently, Sera and Emily are sisters (just with huge age gaps)? Well, I never viewed them as actual mother and daughter, but I was leaning more towards motherly-figure Sera. Kept it vague.
Words: 1,404 (not including the bullet points)
Warnings: Swearing (surprisingly not as vulgar as pt.1)
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More Adam w/ a Child!Reader
• to solidify my statement that Adam wouldn’t just give the child away to someone else—along with the points I said in the previous Adam post—is because he didn’t want to seem incapable and, God forbid, ask for help?
• uh-uh. No way
• also, I don’t really see their first word being “papa”
• because of Adam, the kid cursing as their first word seems pretty on-brand
• not to mention that I don’t think they were with many people other than Adam, Lute, possibly Sera, and maybe his friends, too
• if he even has any
• and this isn’t even slander (when Charlie said, haven’t you had a night of drinking with friends after a rough night, he neither confirmed nor denied it. Not exactly the most reliable proof, but I take whatever I get)
• so, yeah, they were stuck with Adam’s vocabulary, unfortunately
• but for the sake of it, I’ll do “papa” as their first word (“fafa”, actually. You’ll get it when you read it)
Also, uh, heavily focused on Adam. Again. I mean, you can’t really do much with a child!reader in regards to personality, so.
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Adam sat comfortably on his chair outside his balcony, his hand carrying Adam Jr. while the other was mindlessly plucking at his wings’ loose feathers. He would let them fall onto the floor after collecting a pile of them on his lap, finding that to be the only source of entertainment he could do without his kid crying.
Before he was going to push his feathers off his lap, a gust of wind blew them off for him and they flew over the edge of his balcony. All of his previous feathers slipped through the railing’s gaps as well.
His hand lingered mid-air as he looked up to see Sera land next to him. “Holy shit.” He instantly became more animated, a grin forming on his face as he stood up. “Y’know, I keep forgetting that anyone can just waltz in here.”
“Good evening to you, too, Adam.”
He bit back from replying rudely, instead choosing to place his hand on his hip while he held Adam Jr. closer to him. “Yeah, whatever.”
Sera then went on to dramatically stare down at the scenery above the city of Heaven, hands folded in front of her as Adam waited for her to say something. He got impatient after a few seconds.
“What’s up your ass?”
She turned her head to face him and furrowed her brows. He only rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching downward into a grimace as he slightly turned his head away from the head seraphim. Her attention was instantly directed to the baby in his arms. “Do you mind if I hold it?”
Adam jerked back at the sudden ask. “Uh, weird request…but you do you.” When he didn’t attempt to move, Sera leaned down and took the sleeping child from his secured arms, standing back to her height as she observed their peaceful slumber.
Quite a surprise, frankly. She didn’t think Adam was capable of handling something so fragile as life for more than a day, let alone a whole year.
The feeling of a baby in her arms made her reminisce about the time when Emily was just as little.
“The concept of birth is astonishing…”
“ʼKay…?”
“Having a child is one of God’s greatest blessings...”
“Uh-huh.”
“You must be very proud…”
“Uh, yeah…sure…”
“It even has your wings.”
“Y’know, this is starting to feel a little one-sided right now.”
“What I’m trying to say is—” Sera seemed to have gotten out of her sentimental trance and narrowed her eyes at the man below her, “—you are fortunate to have this child, Adam.” She slowly returned the child to its father and watched as Adam held them back securely in his arms. “Children grow up faster than you think. Spend your time wisely. It’s not as if you’ll get any older yourself.”
“Mhm, yeah, got it.” The seraphim only hardened her gaze. “Okay! Fatherhood is the best thing ever, time is faster than the speed of light blah blah blah.” He swayed his head from side to side to emphasize each word, shoulders slumped. “Sheesh. Don’t have to be so sensitive over a kid that isn’t yours.”
Sera tightly shut her already parted lips and deeply breathed out through her nose, turning her back on the man and pushing the hair that strayed on her face. She didn’t say anything more and simply stared at the view on his balcony again.
Adam only raised a brow at her unusual behavior.
“So, not that I care or anything, or about your weird touchy-feely icky vibes, but you never told me why you’re here, so, if you could just tell me what I need to know and leave, that’ll be really great—”
“Adam.”
“Okay. Fine.” He held up a hand and lifted his shoulders. “Wallow in your melancholic—whatever this is. It totes ruined my vibes. I’mma dip.” Adam flapped his wings to get himself on the railings as the head seraphim watched him gently fly down with his child.
Sera speculated he would most likely come back after ten minutes. That would hopefully be enough time for her to have a composed mind to have a discussion with the first man.
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“Say, ‘fuck’.”
He was told that it was smart to teach his kid how to start speaking at this age with pictures and shit. Adam, however, went with his method and sat Adam Jr. and himself on the carpet floor, repeatedly saying what he wanted it to say. He’d been like this for half an hour.
“Fafa!”
He blinked.
“That’s not what I fucking wanted you to say, but, close enough.” He shrugged. “Now say, ‘di—”
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It was only after Lute came over that he realized what his kid just said.
“Yeah, so my kid just called me his dad. First words,” Adam spoke with drawled-out speech, inspecting his lack of nails. “Pretty dope,” he accentuated the ‘p’ in ‘dope’
“That’s not what we were talking about, Sir.” Lute had her hands on the edge of the table as they both sat on the carpet floor.
“Uh, does it look like I care?” He had his kid on his lap, playing with it by holding its hands in his and making them punch thin air. “ʼSides, we still have a week to finish this shit.”
Lute only deadpanned at her leader going off-topic to talk about his kid but said nothing more, deciding it was best to let him run out of things to say so they could get some work done without interruption.
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“Yeah, you little piece of shit, slash ʼem!” Adam’s maniacal and obnoxious laughter bounced around his living room space as Adam Jr. punctured the heads of hand-made figures of sinners with their fake angelic spear (he couldn’t get a real one, unfortunately. They’re only obtainable during the extermination).
Lute happened to walk in on the scene. Adam always left his balcony door open. His neighbors, despite being come-and-goers, continually complained about his loud guitar sequences. He always responded with something about how he was being generous and that they should be happy—heck, blessed that they were getting a free concert without having to pay.
He hasn’t had those arguments lately, though.
She observed him sitting on the cardboard-littered floor with his HolyPhone in hand, assumably recording his child slaughtering the wretched sinners.
He had the biggest smile she’d ever seen on his mask.
“Sir, what are you doing?”
“AH!” he released a guttural yell as he snapped his head over to the source of the voice. “Jeez, Lute—what does it look like I’m doing?”
The lieutenant immediately answered, “Playing with your offspring, Sir.”
“I’m not playing! I had tons of cardboard lying around from my fan mail, and throwing them all away’s a bother.” he defensively retorted. “And, ew, don’t call it offspring. It’s Adam Jr. now. Check it.” Adam clumsily messed with his phone, muttering curses until he found the video he was looking for in his endless album of blurry photos. He showed the screen to Lute, not realizing it wasn’t even playing. “This kid will grow up to be such a badass!”
“But it isn’t meant to be an exterminator, Sir.”
“Uh, so what?” He placed his hands on his hips.
Lute missed a beat when countering, “Sera won’t allow it.”
“Pftt, what? No.” Adam refuted with a wave of his hand. “She so would. I have the proof.” He lifted his phone and shook it for emphasis. “And it’s my extermination, so I do whatever the fuck I want.”
Lute turned her head away momentarily before perking back up. “When it grows up eventually, it’s a possibility.”
“Ah, what? I can’t wait that loooong,” he whined, slumping onto the floor. “Bummer. I mean, imagine a tiny cunt-born exorcist! How cool is that? The first in history!”
She nodded. “With it under your wing, I know that it can learn our ways just as quickly as we slaughter those wretched sinners.”
Adam tapped a finger on his chin, face scrunched in thought before he placed his hands on his hips as he kneeled on the floor. “Hmm, yeah.” He spread out his wings, too lazy to stand up on his own two feet. He then plucked Adam Jr. from the floor by their armpits, deciding to bring them along without much thought. “Let’s go pitch the idea to Sera. And let’s get takeout on the way.”
“Right beside you, Sir.”
#hazbin hotel x reader#adam x reader#adam x child!reader#child!reader#child reader#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin hotel lute#hazbin hotel sera#kinopiowrites
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Baby Fever (10189 words) by IlluminatingSceadugenga
Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hua Cheng/Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu)
Characters: Xie Lian (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Hua Cheng (Tian Guan Ci Fu)
Additional Tags: Pre-Xiè Lián's Third Ascension (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Fluff and Humor, really at some times this fic is quite silly, Mount Tonglu Opening (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), bit of canon-typical angst from fafa over his baby form, hua cheng is having A Time, xie lian saw this sassy lost child and was like, 'is anyone gonna parent that?' and did not wait for an answer
Series: Part 2 of Hualian Events' "You, and Not the State of You" 2024
Summary:
Amidst a horde of supernaturally-angered ghosts, Xie Lian stumbles upon a 'young', 'defenseless' 'child' named 'San Lang'. With no one in the picture, he'll put his all towards caring for the boy!
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Hua Cheng doesn't really know what just happened, but it's fine! He'll be able to recover his power any moment now, just… give him five more minutes in His Highness's arms…
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Baby Fever chapter 4 is up! The fic is DONE! The baby is-!?
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4-year-old Jemima has just found Aziraphale's journals (Crowley knows they exist, but has never seen them), and demanded to have them read to her. Crowley, being curious himself, has been reading the more kid-friendly (skipping things like grave-robbing in Regency Scotland, et al) entries to her, while taking a stroll down memory lane through Aziraphale's point-of-view... until Jemmy asks him a very personal question about "the when story"...
"From what I've ascertained among the courtiers and other nobility, even Her Majesty the Queen has paid Master Shakespeare's company a visit upon their recent revival of Hamlet. Crowley's been better than-- We don't need to read that bit," Crowley muttered and glanced up from the journal page he was reading aloud to his daughter, unsure why the idea of Aziraphale seeing him as good still caused that anxious jump in his pulse. He found Jemmy watching him, her head canted to one side like it always was whenever she was curious about something. He didn't have to ask what she was thinking. Jemmy never left anyone wondering what was on her mind for long.
Now was no different. Meeting his gaze, she widened her eyes in that dramatic way she always did right before questions came spilling out and, in a tone full of wonder, whispered, "Fafa habs lossa ssthories 'n' pitters."
Crowley cocked one eyebrow at her, considering the pile of journals and scrolls she'd shown him. He'd known about the journals -- well, a bit, anyway -- but the artistic renderings of places Aziraphale had been, and especially the sketches of him, had been both surprisingly good and utterly sweet. "I guess he does, poppet. We've both been here a very, very long time."
Her green eyes widened even further. "Does you hab ssthories, too, lee-lee?"
Crowley wasn't sure how to respond, his gut roiling with anxiety. The stories he had to tell were largely not things he was proud of, or stories meant for his daughter's innocent ears. In fact, the only times in his whole damned life he ever did things he could genuinely say he was proud of, all involved Aziraphale in some way. So, taking a breath, he cuddled Jemmy closer and murmured, "I do. But your fafa tells them better."
Jemmy blinked at him, her eyes full of innocent wonder he'd do anything to protect. "How lowned hab you knowed fafa, lee-lee?"
A chuckle broke loose from him at that. It was a question he should have seen coming -- maybe he had, at that. Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he answered, "Since before the universe began, poppet."
Her mouth moved in a tiny, wordless wow as her little brain tried to calculate just how long that was. He knew she wouldn't even come close. He expected her to ask how many years that was. Maybe that was why the question she did ask surprised him so much.
"Was you lubbed him alla den?"
Crowley froze, not quite sure how to answer the innocent question hanging in the air. Had he loved Aziraphale from the Before? To his shame -- because he was pretty sure Aziraphale had loved him, or at least cared about him, even back then -- he couldn't honestly say he'd loved Aziraphale. He'd only had eyes for his nebula, and all the stars he helped create, back then. He'd barely noticed Aziraphale was there, at first, aside from someone who helped him start his nebula engine. He'd been such a self-absorbed prat, back then. After that, he'd noticed the blond, curly-headed angel hanging around a bit, but he'd done his best to distance himself, something in him trying to protect Aziraphale even then.
But love... Love hadn't come until later. The first time he might have been able to claim he felt anything approaching love was standing on the wall of Eden. Trouble was, he'd had no idea what it was, back then. He thought he couldn't love, for a very long time. Didn't explain how he went out of his way to find Aziraphale, to spend time with him and even protect him, when he could. He'd called it a game, at first, then the Arrangement. But it had taken until 1941 for him to realize what it was, and to be honest with himself that he was utterly in love with the angel.
"Not all of then, no," he murmured to Jemmy, resting his cheek on top of her head as her attention went back to Aziraphale's sketches. Most of them were of him, and there was no denying a loving hand drew every one of those images. Oh, angel. I did you so wrong, back then, didn't I?
"Thell me."
Jemmy's imperious demand had him blinking back to the present, even as her small hand patted the open pages of Aziraphale's journal with contradictory gentleness. "Thell me da when ssthory."
Oh, shit. Crowley winced. The story of that night in 1941 was not a child-friendly story. Not that anything much about war -- especially world war -- ever was. "Poppet, that was a very bad time. You don't want to hear that story. How about I tell you about the time fafa and I saved some kids, and some goats? That would be fun, yes?"
"No." Jemima folded her little arms over her middle, her brows drawing together and her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "I wan' da when ssthory."
Crowley sighed. Of all the parts of themselves they could've given their daughter, why did he and Aziraphale both have to give her their stubbornness? He had no doubt she would hold onto that pout until he gave in, no matter how long it took. Even worse, she could ask Aziraphale. He and his angel hadn't ever nailed down the "when" of each of them falling in love. He knew Aziraphale came to the realization a lot sooner than he did, even if the feelings might have been there at around the same time. He didn't want his angel inadvertently hurt by their daughter's curiosity.
"Okay, poppet," he finally caved, closing the journal he already knew wouldn't have those events in it and laying it aside, before he latched onto a story-telling motif from one of his favorite television shows in the past. "Picture it: London, 1941. It was the middle of World War Two, and your fafa was getting himself in trouble, just like always..."
#good omens#good omens fandom#aziracrow#aziraphale x crowley#ineffable husbands#azicrow#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable spouses#fanfic#good omens fanfiction#antony j crowley#go fanfic
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broken cycle
Fandom: Far Cry: New Dawn
Relationship(s): Joseph Seed x F!Judge; Polyseed feat. F!Judge
Rating: T (teen and up)
Words: 950
Warning(s): child endangerment; domestic violence; pregnancy; polyamory
Author's note: This newest episode of my FC:ND AU is darker than the other two. Check them out after this as a pallet cleanser: link & link
"Good morning, my love."
As you awake to witness a sunlit scene, another one replays itself in the darkness at the back of your mind.
It took place in the middle of the night, but you were awake for it. It wasn't hunger that had woken you up since you were the one who was spared from starvation. And it wasn't the baby tossing and turning in your belly either, since they fell asleep inside you.
It was their father singing to their older brother.
"Father," Faith's voice didn't come from beside you. It came from the edge of the cot, next to the crib, and beside the Father and his firstborn son. "He needs to sleep. You need to sleep, too."
"I need to pray," he spoke softly, his head low and leaning against the smaller one. "We both do," he cradled the child that much closer. "And we need to hear God's answer."
"Fafa," you hear your son fussing, and even make out his frustration through the fog of sleep.
"Father," Faith pressed, her body smothered against his side and her hand slowly snaking up his arm and below the child's head. "Give him to me."
"The Lord giveth," he pulled away from her embrace, pushing the small body into his wide chest. "And the Lord taketh away."
"No," you shot up, startling Jacob from his slumber and slipping from under his protective arm. "No," you raised to a sitting position, pleading with him. "Please, Father," you pulled yourself from under the covers, but couldn't push off the protective arm wrapped around your belly.
"What's wrong, honey?"
His warm, worn voice couldn't calm any of your nerves. Every single one of your senses was alert.
"Please, Father," you hear Faith echo you. You even see her mirror you, arms outstretched towards the small squirming bundle smothered into his skin. "Give him to me, and let's go back to sleep."
"Yes," John's groaned, voice groggy and eyes half-lidded as he gazed over Jacob's shoulder. "Let's all go back to sleep."
"Famine will wake us up again," the Father's voice was as clear as it was cold. "And pestilence will put us back to sleep. God's voice was clear as He spoke to me. I asked and He answered with an ask of His own."
"Fah-fah," the child cried, uncomfortable in his own father's caress.
"No," you fought against the firm arm holding you back. "No. Not him. Not our son."
"What?" John jostled awake. "Darling, what are you-"
"God can't have our son," you bared your teeth, throwing yourself towards the Father, and almost fell forward off of the cot and onto the ground.
You were fast, but Jacob was faster. "You tryin' to get yourself hurt?" He wrapped both his arms around your body and brought it back against his chest.
"He's hurting him," you cry out, clawing at his scarred skin. "He's hurting my baby!"
"Please," Faith raised her pitch, pulling at another set of arms.
She did succeed in unwrapping one of the Father's arms from around his son, but it was the same one he raised against her. And, while he never used it to strike her down, she crumbled to the ground in a crying fit at the sight of it.
"Pleaaase!"
"Joseph?" Jacob breathed out.
"Joseph!" John bellowed out. "Let him go!" He haulted himself over both of your bodies. "Let go of my son!" He raised his own arm, but he didn't hold it over his brother: he brought it down on him.
And he must've hit the side of his head, possibly his eat, because he lost his balance, but you couldn't be sure. John was like a forest fire in his wrath, and your tear-filled eyes couldn't make out which man it was who caught the child. Thought your ears did pick up his voice.
"I got you," John soothed your son. "Dada's got you."
"Dada," your son sniffled.
"It's alright, angel," Jacob petted you down through your palpitations. "He's alright."
"What's God's plan now, Joseph?" He spit at the silhouette that curled in on itself where it had collapsed on the ground. And, after carefully placing the child in the arms of the other silhouette who was now standing, he bent down towards the first one: "Won't you update the rest of us sinners?"
"Oh, thank God," you sighed in relief when Faith brought your baby back to you in one piece.
"Don't thank Him just yet," John turned towards the cot, chuckling. "Don't you wanna hear what His mouthpiece has to say first?" He smirked, but there was no mirth in it.
Jacob rose to a sitting position "Where you goin'?"
You craned your neck toward the hut entrance. "Father?"
A silhouette in the moonlight slumped over in shame, was the last you saw of him that night. And every other night until the moon filled up again. Until he found the Apple Tree and brought a crate full of hope back to New Eden.
Today, you wake up to his silhouette outlined by the sunlight, to a father wishing his baby daughter a good morning.
"Fah-fah."
"Good morning, my love. Are you hungry?"
"Faddah," the second, smaller silhouette speaks up. "Appo? Baby wan appo?"
"No, my son," he crouches over the crib where a small chubby hand is offering a big juicy apple. "She can't have it yet," he points at the baby's little lips. "She hasn't grown in all her teeth."
"Teet," he giggles, now grabbing the apple with both palms. His grin revealed two rows of milk teeth that he already sunk into the skin of the fruit.
"Fah-fah," your daughter demands his attention be back on her already, snatching up his big beard in a small fist.
"Yes, my love?" He turns his head as if she actually had the power to hurt him. "You wanted to see me?"
Your son's giggles got louder, and his father's smile got wider, while your heart swelled up with hope.
#far cry: new dawn#far cry 5#joseph seed#joseph seed x reader#joseph seed x judge#joseph seed x deputy#polyseed#fanfic#my fic
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idk what this theme is so the answer is “cosplay fafa” again
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Spanish or Deutsch?
Hi,
gue mau share sambil nunggu bluetooth audio german selesai, barusan baca di quora ada pertanyaan:
Which language is best to learn, German or Spanish?
Someone answered (https://qr.ae/pKvGbd) Spanish. Dan baca beberapa jawaban orang lain kebanyakan jawab Spanish.
Personally I strongly agree with that. Di luar jawabannya dan gue pernah belajar A1 Spanish dan German sampai level B1. Gue punya beberapa jawaban.
Belajar bahasa Spanyol waktu itu belajarnya online karena lagi COVID. Ambil course 3bulan deh kalo gasalah untuk ambil A1. Super fun dan gurunya baik banget. Nama gurunya Profe Fafa. Jujur karena gapernah dilatih, udah lupa. Tapi sepanjang belajar, bisa dibilang mudah, ya ada sulitnya pasti wkwkwk Spanish barangnya punya artikel: el dan la which are masculine and feminine only, paling ya los dan las buat pluralnya. Cara bacanya agak beda tapi gak begitu sulit kayak French. Dan bahasa Spanyol banyak digunain di berbagai negara. Jadi sering nonton ada yang ngomong Spanyol jadi tau. Pas sambil nonton La Casa De Papel (Money Heist) seneng banget pas nonton hahaha. Dan kalau kata Profe Fafa, belajar bahas Spanyol itu enak kalau di Spanyol. Mereka sangat terbuka kalau kita lagi belajar dan bisa sedikit-sedikit. Bisa bahasa mereka aja walau sedikit, mereka respect banget ke kita. Penggunaan bahasa Spanyol lebih banyak dan entah kenapa lebih mudah asal bisa terus latihan.
Nah belajar bahasa German di les yang intensive kayak lagi sekolah, course 6 bulan dan ambil B1. Dulu pas SMA pernah belajar Jerman tapi bobrok banget emang dulu, apalagi gaada keinginan belajarnya. Remed mulu. Alhamdulillah di tempat les malah lulus mulu hahaha. Deutsch punya 3 artikel yaitu der (masculine), das (neutral), dan die (feminine). Artikelnya punya banyak perubahan sesuai keadaan, bahkan saat subjek bergerak atau tidak. Tapi memang tidak akan merubah arti. Penggunaan bahasa Jerman hanya akan dipakai di negara Jerman itu sendiri, Austria, dan Switzerland. Orang Jerman akan lebih suka ketika kita sudah jago berbahasanya walaupun mereka cukup terbuka ketika kita bicara bahasa Inggris. Orang Jerman berbicara cukup cepat hahaha.
Kalau lebih sulit menurut gue belajar bahasa Jerman lebih sulit. Bahasanya pun sangat baku. Secara cara baca kurang lebih sama. Bahasa Jerman melafalkan huruf s jadi z dan z menjadi s. Bahasa Spanyol melafalkan huruf ll jadi y, contoh nama penyanyi Camila Cabello menjadi /Kabeyo/. Huruf mereka mirip kayak bahasa Indonesia kalau dibaca.
Dua-duanya cukup menarik untuk dipelajari dan bisa lebih mudah dipelajari kalau bisa bahasa Inggris. Kalau secara literal dan sejarah kurang tau ya. Ini hanya dari sudut pandang gue secara pengalaman belajar.
Tapi mudah-mudahan bisa cepet lulus alle Module Deutsch B1 yaa dan kedepannya bisa belajar lagi Spanish kalo bisa sampe A2 atau bahkan B1 hehehe
Ciao and Tschuss!!!
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ok i need a tutorial on how to draw dedede properly. I don't know how to do that beak
okay quick dedede tutorial go!
So I'll be showing you how I personally draw my King Dedede (mostly based on Forgotten Land/RtdlDX design) but you can of course draw him in your own way! I'm just here to once again explain to you my process as simplified as possible.
First, draw a big egg and then I like to add a smaller circle on top (but you can also just draw a larger egg in the beginning, dedede is actually egged shaped after all)
then add his little feet, as well as another circle on top of that previous one (for the hat pompom later on), lower the opacity and you have now your base!
next zoom on the face and add another oval shape on top of where the crown is going to be. idk how to explain it very well for this part, but i do like a little wave which will connect from left to right to form the crown
next the beak! add another egg bellow, lower its opacity and i guess you kinda repeat that same process of connecting as ealier:
for the hat, draw half of a circle like a bowl shape and then you can draw that fluff he has on top
next for the mantle. i like to make it veryyy fluffy, like it's full of cotton!
for the arms, more ovals (he's a penguin after all)
and poof arms! hehe nah but you basically add more fluff around the hand and then his gloves that are practically the same shape as any other kirby characters that have ones
then you just link everything together and add his inner clothing around his tummy (or you can also draw his kimono from smash!)
now the face! draw big ol eyes and a happy mouth (yes i always give him that :3 smile) go crazy with the expressions ^^
aaaand you're pretty much done!
clean everything up and tada!! you have yourself a big chubby dedede hehe
Thank you for your question! Hope everything was clear and have fun drawing King Dedede :D You actually now made me want to draw more him lol
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TGCF fandom- for the Ask Game
The first character I first fell in love with: Shi Qingxuan and He Xuan
The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Jun Wu. God he's a bastard, but writing him is so fun. Yes bastard man, go and do bastardy things so that I can kick your ass later. I prefer Jiggy to him but he still has a special place in my heart jdshfghsd
The character everyone else loves that I don’t: It's not that I hate him, but I can't bring myself to love Mu Qing as much as everyone does. Western fans kinda go overboard in their Mu Qing defense (which is the direct opposite with Jiang Cheng lmao) and I'm sorry but Mu Qing is not the "eat-the-rich" guy you think he is.
Doesn't mean that I hate him tho. I think witnessing the hualian statues fuck in his backyard is enough punishment lmao
The character I love that everyone else hates: ... TOUGH QUESTION BECAUSE I DON'T THINK THE FANDOM ACTUALLY HATES ANYONE??? (mdzs on the other hand... I HAS OPINIONS)
I do hate the dumbass take that Hua Cheng is a creepy stalker because of the thousand statues and the papapa fanart of dianxia though (for example, in hinduism the linga (representing Shiva) is legit a symbol of Lord Shiva's phallus entering Parvati's womb (the disk the linga is placed on, aka the Yoni) + various real life poets have thirsted on paper for our gods. I assure you, this is not the creepiness you think it is)
The character I used to love but don’t any longer: I like Mei Nianqing, but dude is horrible to Mu QIng. That insecurity did not come from nowhere (honestly, there's no character that I don't love anymore, they're all okay to me)
The character I would totally smooch: Pei Ming sir I am hoe for u (u and Yushi Huang, my favourite threesome!)
(... of gods on a mission. Whatchu looking at me for?)
The character I’d want to be like: Yushi Huang. She's the one goddess that's practically untouchable + she does her own thing and no one disturbs her and everyone else is happy. I am very okay being a rain master lol.
The character I’d slap: Look, I think Book 4 Mu Qing should be slapped once to understand that STANDING AROUND WATCHING YOUR FRIEND BE BULLIED INSTEAD OF DOING SOMETHING, ANYTHING IS BAD. SUPER BAD. YOU'VE BEEN IN THAT POSITION, YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS LIKE. BRO.
A pairing that I love: Hualian, Junmei, Beefleaf...
A pairing that I despise: For some reason I've never gotten on board with PeiShui. And anything that pairs hualian with other people is not up my alley, sowwy
#to the author of the fafa cheating on xie fic: i have questions#hualian literally can't fall for anyone other than each other or fall out of love that's a given#tgcf#someone sent me an ask for mdzs too I WANNA ANSWER
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YSH and HC step-siblings agenda.
Abandoned in his run-down home by his family, nine-year-old HC is deposited into a small, dingy orphanage. HC is bullied for his small size, his limited ability to speak or understand language, and most prominently, his mismatched eyes.
One of HC’s eyes is a light, periwinkle hue while the other borders on the shade of blood. Children are quick to spread the rumor that HC is a child of the devil, no wonder he ended up as an unwanted orphan. While the orphanage was overall decently ran, all the other children were always quite hostile to HC.
Therefore, he doesn’t have many fond memories of that time.
Three years later, YSH’s parents sit HC down and ask if he would like to be adopted into their family. As longtime volunteers and behind-the-scenes donors, YSH’s parents had watched over HC for a few years and were hopeful HC would consider their offer. YSH, four years HC’s senior, had also played with HC on numerous occasions when no one else would - after HC’s only friend had been adopted themself.
Wanting to leave the orphanage as soon as possible, HC decided to trust YSH and her family. It was one of the best decisions he’d ever made.
YSH’s parents treated HC like their own. They gave him time and space to adjust. They listened to anything he had to say, whether it was about a new movie he wanted to see or some drawings he shyly wanted to show. They fed him dishes they remembered to be his favorites.
They love him in a way HC would never have experienced with his birth parents.
Furthermore, YSH absolutely adores HC. They are siblings who didn’t grow up competing for their parents’ attention. YSH constantly reassures HC that they are forever family now, and their home is a safe space for HC to express himself. HC subtly reminds his jiejie to remember that she deserves just as much grace and compassion she affords others - to not be too hard on herself.
After working throughout and after high school, and receiving numerous scholarships, twenty-year-old YSH finally goes to college. She pays for most of the expenses herself, and studies both environmental science and public health. YSH attends a uni close to home in their small town, so she visits home relatively often.
After her second year, however, YSH comes back for the holidays and realizes seventeen-year-old HC had grown like a motherfucking TREE. Hell, HC is now the tallest person in their household-
YSH at first is like, “this brat decided to leave me behind I see” but then she sees how useful having a light pole for a brother can be.
YSH in their home kitchen, calling HC’s phone…
HC: “…jiejie, we’re in the same house.”
YSH: “but would you be able to hear me if I knocked?”
HC: “of cour-“
YSH: “not with those big ass headphones, you wouldn’t”
HC: “ok, whatever, what did you need?”
YSH: “the chocopies. They’re on the top shelf.”
HC, clicking sounds in the background: “hmm, I’m busy. Get them yourself.”
YSH: “Wrong answer.”
HC: “being wrong and right are subjective anyway”
YSH: “Fafa, pleeeeeassse-“
HC, sighing: “fine, in a few minutes-“
YSH: “No! Now.”
HC: “jiejieeee”
YSH: “that’s right, I’m the older sister. Respect me.”
YSH smirks when her brother hangs up and the sound of the door down the hall opens up. Mission success. Those chocopies would soon be hers!
On a side note, HC always takes care of YSH when she’s on her period. Makes sure to go out and get her favorite tubs of ice cream and refills her water bottle and binge watches shows with her. Plus, he lets her cry on his shoulder - an important bonus.
When HC reaches eighteen, he’s accepted into one of the best universities in the big city! Basically for free, because of his grades, scholarships, and work payoff. Of course he is! HC has always been SO bright; YSH knew of his potential since he joined the family. She would do anything to support him.
But that also means he has to leave :( Fafa is going away. :( far away from home :(
They promise to talk often though! Regardless of the distance, the bond between them as siblings and best friends would remain strong and special.
HC is the brother YSH never knew she needed; YSH is the sister HC always deserved.
《2》
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*Brainchild with @no-one-says-hi*
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Hi Comfy! 💜 Could you write some Tired Dad™ Jaskier, please? Ciri has been really difficult all day, crying because she misses her other daddy. Geralt made a business trip 3 days ago and will only be back at night.
Nonie i love this. I really hope i did your idea justice. I threw in as much fluff as I could!
just for clarification, ciri calls Jask “Fafa” and Geralt “Papa”, also I'm going with her being like 4? so only having a light grasp on language?
Warnings: none unless you don’t like specific dad nicknames? crying toddlers?
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Three days.
It's not that long. It's not a big deal. Jaskier wasn't even worried about the logistics of Geralt being gone (other than Ciri being a morning baby), he was worried about missing his husband. So worried, in fact, that he forgot until night #1 that Ciri was going to miss him too.
"Where's Papa?" She asked, holding one of her feet close to her face to examine the bruised toenail from when she dropped the birdbath on it last week.
Jaskier gently tugged her leg back down so he could tuck her in, "He's working, cub. He went to help Uncle Skel."
Her little brow furrowed just like Geralt's did when he was thinking. They were so much alike you'd think they'd used Geralt's sperm for the fertilization. How she got bright blonde hair and green eyes with Jaskier's DNA was a mystery, they were pretty sure the egg donor they chose had brown eyes too, but either way she was cute as could be. The one thing she absolutely got from Jaskier was how much she loved Geralt.
"Papa will be home late?"
Jaskier brushed the hair off of her forehead as he sat next to her on her brand new big girl bed, "Really late. He'll be gone two more nights."
"But where will he sleep?!"
"At Uncle Skel's house," Jaskier laughed.
Ciri didn't think it was funny in the slightest, "But people sleep at home!"
It was a good half hour before she accepted that, yes, Papa would sleep okay somewhere else, and no, that doesn't mean it's his home now. It was another half hour before Jaskier heard little snores coming from her room and could finally relax. Not that he slept much. The bed was cold and the constant reminder that he was gone just made him worry over his husband.
Geralt called them early the next morning and Ciri was ecstatic, holding the phone up close to her face and cradling it reverently. She prattled on about a dream she had and nearly choked on her oatmeal because simply wouldn't stop talking. When Geralt finally said he had to go, she dragged out the 'i love you's and 'see you soon's as long as she could.
As soon as Jaskier stuffed his phone in his pocket and turned to grab a paper towel, the toddler was in tears.
She wailed as Jaskier pulled her out of her booster seat and cradled her to his shoulder, bouncing back and forth like he did when she was still bottle feeding, "I know Cub, I know. He'll be back soon. It's okay."
"I want Papa!" She shrieked and cried some more, burying her face in Jaskier's sweater.
"I know, darling. I miss him too." Jaskier tried not to be hurt by her little tirade, she was only four, she didn't mean anything by it, but it still stung.
The days passed in a coffee-fueled blur, Jaskier doing his best to distract Ciri and avoid complete meltdowns. They went to the park, went for a ride on Roach (and even gave her a bath), went for bike rides, saw a movie, did two parent/child painting classes, and even baked a cake from scratch to fill the time. Jaskier thought he might fall asleep walking.
On the third night, Ciri crept into their room just as he was about to fall asleep, “Fafa?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m-” she was cut off by a yawn, “I’m not sleepy.”
Jaskier propped himself up on an elbow, “Do you want snuggles?”
She nodded and wiped at her nose. He pulled back the blankets and she scrambled onto the bed and up against his side, flinging one of her lanky little arms over his chest. He tucked her under his arm and made sure they were both pleasantly cocooned in the comforter.
“Fafa?”
He resisted the urge to sigh, just wanting to drift off to sleep, “Yes, Ciri?”
“Do you miss Papa too?”
He looked down at her and frowned, “Of course I do, darling. I miss him even when he’s gone on a regular workday.”
She snuggled in closer and wrapped her little fist around his sleepshirt, “Why don’t you cry?”
He kissed the top of her head, “I don’t want to worry you, love. And I know he’s coming back.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.”
That’s how Geralt found them, snuggled up and both snoring softly as the morning light filtered through the curtains.
He quietly set his luggage down and shrugged off his jacket before slipping into bed on Ciri’s side and pulling them both close. It was a few minutes still before either of them stirred, and even when Jaskier sleepily carded his fingers through Geralt’s hair he didn’t seem to notice till a few seconds later.
A sweet smile spread across his face, still keeping his eyes closed, “You’re back.”
Geralt leaned over to kiss him, doing his best not to squish Ciri, “Did you miss me?”
“Immensely,” Jaskier sighed, going back to playing with Geralt’s hair, still not opening his eyes.
Their talking woke Ciri and before Geralt even had the chance to say ‘hello’ she was squealing and clinging to his neck for dear life.
Geralt laughed and Jaskier just rolled his eyes fondly. “Hope you’re not tired, love.”
Geralt peeled Ciri off him to set her on his chest, “Good morning, princess. What do you want for breakfast?”
She bounced, punching the air out of Geralt’s lungs as she answered, “Pancakes!”
“Pancakes it is,” he roared, hoisting her above his head and rolling to sit up on the edge of the bed. He glanced back at Jaskier, “Coming, Fafa?”
Jask snuggled deeper under the blankets, “Call me when the coffee’s ready.”
#dadskier#tired dadskier#dad jaskier#jaskier as a dad#geraskier#modern au#geraskier modern au#dadskier modern au#ciri#cirilla#baby ciri#toddler ciri#geralt#geralt of rivia#the witcher#dad geralt#geralt as a dad#geraskier dads#geraskier fluff#geraskier dads fluff#comfy answers#regan answers
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lol... You'll have to pardon the fact this isn't edited at all, yet... I just finished this scene and loved it so much, I had to share... I thought y'all might love it, too. 😉
This is an add scene for my fanfic novel (Jemima is 5 here, if you want to know)...
"Guess what? Annie's gettin' a new baby sister!" Jemima skipped to a stop beside Aziraphale's chair. "Can I have a brother? I asked lee-lee, already, but he said I had to asked you, fafa, 'cause you're the esspert. So can I?"
"Of course he did," Aziraphale muttered under his breath, turning in his seat slightly to look past Jem to where Crowley leaned against the counter, an amused grin on his face. The Archangel narrowed his eyes, giving his husband a glare that promised the demon would pay for this. Crowley's grin only widened, his golden eyes heating in challenge. Aziraphale sighed and shook his head, then moved his chair so Jem could settle into his lap. With one arm around his daughter, he calmly explained, "It's not that simple, precious. For one thing, you're a very special little girl–"
"'Cause I'm half-angel and half-demon, right?"
"That's right." He smiled, giving her a little hug. "And there's never been anyone quite like you, anywhere in Creation."
"That's why I want a little brother! Then he'll be like me, too, 'cause you're an angel, and lee-lee's a demon, sooo…" She splayed her hands out and gave a little shrug so very like Crowley's Aziraphale couldn't help but chuckle and glance toward his demon.
"You were born in a very special place, Jem, on a very special day, at a very special time. I don't think that'll ever happen again."
She frowned, looking between them. "Is it 'cause of what Jude saided?"
It was Aziraphale's turn to frown, his gaze concerned as it went to Crowley again, only to find the demon frowning, too. Clearly, he hadn't been privy to whatever it was Jude said, either. "What did Jude say, precious?"
"When I said I was gonna ask for a brother, Jude saided I couldn't have one, 'cause I have two daddies. But he's wrong. I have you, fafa, and I have lee-lee." Jem's delicate little jaw set in a very familiar, stubborn way as she looked between them. "Jude saided I hadta have a mommy, to have a brother. But Muriel tolded me angels can be a boy or girl if they want to be."
"Ah." Lord Almighty, save him from this one, because from the wicked smirk on his face, Crowley certainly wasn't about to. "Technically, that's true, sweetheart, but Jude's not wrong, either. By human standards, you do have two daddies. Both your lee-lee and I have decided this is how we're happiest being. Just like you decided you were happiest being a girl, when you were born."
Jem's head tilted to the side in her typical pose of pondering some new information or curiosity. Her gaze went to Crowley, then came back to Aziraphale a few times. Then, like a storm cloud passing, her expression cleared and her normal sunny personality returned. She looped her arms around his neck and hugged hard. "(I'm) happiest you're being who you are, too, fafa. I love you and lee-lee just like you are. Can Cammi have a brother, instead?"
Aziraphale heard Crowley mutter something about zoos under his breath, and smiled smugly as he hugged Jem back and said, "You know what? I believe that is a question for your lee-lee to answer."
"Angel..." Crowley ground his teeth and gave that familiar, snarky look Aziraphale so loved, even as his golden eyes telegraphed retribution as Jem slid from Aziraphale's lap and beelined to Crowley with her request for a new pet. Aziraphale turned back to his work, humming to himself. He bit down on a giggle as he heard Crowley cave, and then felt the heated rake of the demon's gaze over him from across the room. Tonight promised to be a very interesting night. It was a good thing Jem slept like the dead, once she was out.
#Foreplay? What foreplay? lol#Keep calm and ❤️on! 🐍🪽❤️🏳️🌈#good omens#good omens fandom#aziracrow#aziraphale x crowley#ineffable husbands#azicrow#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable spouses#fanfic#good omens fanfiction#go fanfic#go fandom#Jemima Crowley-Fell
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What special things do you think Lian-Lian does for Hua-Hua's birthday?
I was going to wait until I was finished with this month's hualian ppp before I answered this so I wouldn't spoil it, but I got a bit behind schedule (as usual) so apologies~~
SO! I think..... lianlian would make sure to indulge his husband through the whole day! first, lianlian does his best to wake up before fafa - he fails, but fafa is kind enough to pretend he's asleep so he gets all the kissies from his husband early in the morning ❤
when they do manage to get out of bed, lianlian insists on making breakfast himself and preparing a bath for fafa to start the day 🥰 and I think that they'd spend the day just enjoying each other's presence 🥺 no big celebrations, just celebrating being with each other.
and before the day is over, for dinner lianlian prepares longevity noodles for fafa, and finally gives him his gift - it's probably nothing big, like a charm or piece of jewelry that he made himself or bought cause it reminded him of hua cheng - but the fact that it came from xie lian makes it the best of presents ❤❤❤❤❤
#myreplies#anon#hualian#hua cheng#xie lian#hob#tgcf#🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧#me being sappy on main#it's more likely than you think#oh yeah of course there's lots of ******* in between all those#actually hua cheng gets even more needy#and lianlian has to indulge in all his dirty wishes#BUT I will not spoil 🥰🥰🥰🥰❤
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...I’ve just had a bit of an idea running around my head ever since we found out about Clouse’s sleeping issues
If one of the kiddos got up due to a nightmare or sleeping issues and Clouse found them since he was still up would he talk to them at all
Like have a bit of a heart to heart
(I just want Uncle Clouse okay TmT)
Oh my god absolutely yes. I need to write a drabble about this when skylor was younger it’s 2 am and this is going to be unedited so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors I’m so filled with love for this idea.
The ticking of the clock was something Clouse had grown accustomed to in the otherwise still silence of the night. The creaking of the walls as the monastery shifted, wind whispering just outside the window, the nearly silent beating of bats’ wings in the nearby trees.
Clouse stood in one of the halls with a warm cup of tea in his hands, keeping his otherwise frigidly cold hands warm. He was staring out the window, occasionally glancing down both sides of the hallway when taking sips from his cup. The tea was poorly seeped, having sat in the overheated water for longer than intended, but it was enough to keep himself grounded after yet another two hours of relatively restless sleep.
He stayed in silence for what felt like eternity, boredom encompassing him despite his best efforts to think of things that were even remotely interesting. He thought about returning to the kitchen, or what Master Chen called a kitchen— being more a shottily built brick oven, questionably plumbed sink, cabinets and a pantry— and cleaning up the mess from Garmadon’s attempt at making dinner. After deciding that was better than standing around and not being productive, Clouse pushed himself off the wall and began to quietly walk the halls toward the kitchen.
While walking, Clouse heard something that was not of the usual nightly ambiance. He heard... Whimpering, what maybe even pass as quiet sobs, coming from his Master’s daughter’s room. He halted just after passing the door, slowly turning his head and pausing for a moment to register the sound.
He had to admit, it pulled at his heart, if only the smallest amount.
He stood still for another moment before hearing another series of sniffling from the room, shaking his head and quietly stepping toward the door, knocking as quietly as he could in hopes Skylor may hear.
There was a pause, before a quiet voice spoke up from within, “... Fafa?”
The name usually reserved for Chen, who had insisted his young daughter call him ‘father’, and of course, at the time of Skylor just beginning to speak, she could not pronounce that many syllables.
“... No. Clouse.” He answered after a moment, clenching his jaw for a moment when silence crept back up on him. Maybe he should have woken Master Chen to deal with this, maybe she didn’t want someone who wasn’t even her family to come to her aid, maybe—
The door creaked open, making Clouse take a step back and look down toward the young girl. She held a strong face, but it was obvious she had been crying. Her room was a mess, obvious her power had gotten out of hand on account of the only element she had absorbed being Garmadon’s. Her blanket was in tatters, many of her hand sewn dolls halfway turned to ash, and her lamp broken on the ground. Clouse looked visibly panicked for a moment after seeing the sharp glass all over her floor, but quickly attempted to regain his composure. He swallowed and moved to put his cup down on the dresser just inside Skylor’s room, then kneeling down to get eye-level with her.
“What happened here?” He managed to ask after a moment, Skylor curling in on herself ever so slightly as if she were in trouble. Clouse paused before shaking his head, cautiously moving to put a hand on her shoulder.
“You aren’t in trouble,” He carefully chose his words, “I just... Want to know what happened. I won’t tell your father if you don’t want me to.”
Skylor seemed to think for a moment, clenching and unclenching her tiny fists as she looked toward the floor. After a beat, she began to speak, almost like she was admitting to something she’d done wrong.
“I had... A dream. That these mean... Monsters, in all black with these... These big white eyes, tried to hurt Fafa— and, and Lloyd, and— Uncle Gar, Aunt Ako, and— And you, and— I couldn’t stop them, I couldn’t—” She began to work herself up again, her face becoming flushed with fear and anger, tears brimming in her eyes, “I couldn’t do anything about it! I was—I couldn’t,” She sobbed, immediately reaching forward in an attempt to hug Clouse for comfort— Something he allowed, but was taken aback by.
It took him a moment to reciprocate the hug, looking dazed as if he was having trouble processing this information. He stayed silent for a moment as he pat the girl’s back, like he had seen Garmadon or Misako do with Lloyd whenever the toddler got upset about something.
“... Well, those ‘mean monsters’, you called them,” Clouse said after a moment, tentatively picking up Skylor in his arms as he stood, “They can’t hurt you, or us. Your father would never let that happen. Your... Uncle, Garmadon, would see them turned to ash where they stood!” Clouse said matter-of-factly, then grimacing a bit to himself as he saw Skylor shrink back into herself again.
“But— But... That doesn’t mean it isn’t okay to be fearful about it happening. Nothing will ever come to harm us, nor you. You know that little slime ball you’ve acquainted yourself with would never let that happen.” Clouse offered a nod and the most reassuring look he could, Skylor sniffing and rubbing her nose on her sleeve as she nodded in understanding, despite his name-calling of The Overlord.
“... Promise? You won’t let any monsters take you all away?” She looked up at him with questioning eyes, Clouse looking back at her before he tried to offer a reassuring smile.
“I promise. Now, let’s try and get this room cleaned up before your father wakes up. Do you want to play ‘magic’?” Clouse hummed, resituating Skylor in his arms. Her eyes widened before she grinned and nodded, Clouse raising his free hand as a dark purple aura began to form within his palm. The broken lamp slowly began to piece itself back together on her bedside table, the pieces dancing in a line as they did so. They twirled and flipped back into place, Skylor giggling and singing an incomprehensible tune to herself quietly, Clouse tapping his foot along to the strange and random beat best he could.
Soon, the room was relatively back to normal— the ash being cleaned and Skylor being supplied with a new blanket. Clouse sat next to her bed as Skylor got resituated under the sheets, then giving him a bright smile as she got comfortable again— him giving her a small and polite smile back.
After tucking her in properly and turning out the candles, Clouse began to leave the room, stopped briefly by Skylor’s goodbye;
“Goodnight, Uncle Clouse!” She whisper-yelled to him, nearly stopping him in his tracks completely.
After a pause, Clouse replied, “Goodnight, Skylor.”
He shut the door behind him with a smile on his face.
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