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Ayo random OC time! (there may be possible spoilers if you haven't played the newest event btw)
To get me in the mood of jumping into the Luci craze, I've redesigned my OC Damian for the WHB Universe that works for him. Now this picrew skintone I'd probs make a shade darker...and he'd still have his vitiligo and heterochromatic eyes. Everything else would stay the same BUT this is the general look I'm going for him.
picrew used: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/22347
left is human form:right is true form (his horns are different, I'm just using these as a placeholder)
picrew used: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1342558
left is 'human' form: right is angel form (turned by successful angelfication without madness) (also just imagine more eyes added to her forehead and the angel wings being attached to her head)
Now that you have a visual for both of them let's get down to some lore.
Now, there could be more changes the more I learn about Lucifer, especially with the lore behind my OC here.
For rough, he's Lucifer's son with my OC Domani. His backstory is sad, and there are highlights here:
*Domani had him before she was kidnapped by Raphael
*Lucifer is aware of his existence and sends him to Earth to be away from the wrath of his 'uncles' in heaven.
*Damian is actually pretty old, much older than he looks but Lucifer made it to where he never questions why he doesn't age physically, and he doesn't remember his parents and always assumed he was an orphan.
*Damian is my OC/MC Astra's work bestie, she is not aware that he is Lucifer's son until she meets Lucifer and makes an educated guess. This is why she doesn't have much drive to flirt because she feels it'd be inappropriate of her lol
*Damian's powers are similar to Lucifer's where his voice carries the most power but it's normally in the form of music/singing. (lol I'm making him sound like a siren) This works on Earth too, which is why each of his performances with his band members tends to be successful due to his influence. (He isn't aware until he goes to hell)
So that's the rough of his design for WHB
Domani's redesign doesn't stray far from her original OC design, except for hair color and length.
Now for WHB I had to change her origin a little. I wanted to have a reason for her to meet Lucifer since we know that he fell AFTER Solomon. So I went with the angle of Domani being a human/dragon hybrid. She can travel between the dragon's realm and earth by her powers and a crystal that's embedded in her wrist given as a gift by the elder dragons. Her human mother died of natural causes, but the village she lived in that worshiped the dragons was aware of Domani's existence and treated her with high respect almost out of fear of angering the 'gods' they served.
During the massacre that we read in the event chapter, Domani senses trouble, but by the time she arrives back to her homeland, she witnesses the carnage and learns her father did not survive as well. As she buries everyone and gives them their proper goodbyes, this is when she runs into Lucifer who realizes there's still someone alive other than the two dragons he sent away.
They have a brief meeting, and he tells Domani what has happened and that it would be dangerous for her to stay as Michael may also kill her or capture her to find the dragon's pearl that Gamigin has. Lucifer is unaware of where Gamigin and Serenade have landed but advises Domani to go search for them as they are the last living dragons.
Because of Domani's powers and lineage, she's able to locate the two of them, but for my lore's sake...after years of searching, she finds young dragon Gami after OG Gamigin has dissapeared and passed on his identity. She is able to indentify him, and introduces herself. He is able to tell she is part dragon by his senses and he is aware of the crystal in her wrist and who it belonged to based on the elder's teachings. From there She, Gami, and later Jjok live together and that's when they find Lucifer.
Here's the rough facts:
*When Lucifer fell, Domani was out looking for Jjok because the three of them got split up somehow during their errands. So when Jjok and Domani return to the house to see an injured Luci, she recognizes him and helps.
*During the first year of Lucifer living with Domani, Lucifer starts to grow fond of Domani romantically, though he isn't sure to act on it, feeling it would only end in sorrow.
*Domani is the first to confess to Lucifer, who first turns her down silently, trying to save her heartache. Though, later he finds her again and finally admits his true feelings in a roundabout way.
*The four of them live happily for the next year as a family. Then the scene where Satan shows up happens. But there's one problem...Domani is not there because she's off in the forest...checking on...
DAMIAN (how is this possible?)
Lore about Damian's birth:
Lucifer and Domani did have intimate moments together, neither of them knowing that because of a "miracle" basically the magic of the crystal and Lucifer being neither angel nor devil this caused the pregnancy. Domani did not tell Lucifer or the others about Damian, who was born while still encased in his embryo sac with a protective layer (like an egg but without a hard shell) he continues his growth in a nest Domani made for him deep in the forest away from anything Paradise Lost that could bother him. She uses the crystal by pressing it against the egg and chanting an ancient mantra that helps him grow with each passing day.
Now that you know that
*When Satan is confronting the crew like in the event story, Domani does her daily routine and comes back to all of the commotion. But she showed up at the worst time...when Michael had appeared.
*She rushes immediately to protect Gamigin, Jjok, and Lucifer, jumping in when Jjok is about to get shot with Michael's light. She's hit in the shoulder which takes a good chunk of her out, before Lucifer can react. She didn't die immediately due to the powers of the crystal in her wrist, but she was bleeding out quickly.
*This is the part where Lucifer decides to choose to reside in Hell as the new king of Paradise Lost like in the event story. Michael returns back, betrayed and upset swearing that it's Domani's fault his brother lost his way and he vows to sever that "issue" in hopes of Lucifer returning.
*Lucifer and Gamigin can heal Domani from the brink of death but she still needs rest. This is when she tells Lucifer about their son and his whereabouts.
*Lucifer retrieves Damian from his hiding spot, seeing that he has emerged from his egg sac appearing to be the age of an infant (around human size of a 1 year old)
*Lucifer does not want Damian living in Paradise Lost, for he feels it will be too dangerous. Satan who's still there for the moment volunteers to watch him, saying Gehenna will accept Lucifer's son.
*Lucifer is the one who named him Damian btw
*Lucifer makes the decision to leave Domani and Damian under Satan's care, based on Jjok's recommendation that Gehenna would protect them. (but tbh Paradise Lost would be safer)
*During Domani's stay in Gehenna, Gabriel and Raphael attack Gehenna at the same time, and Raphael finds Domani, having instructions to kidnap her and bring her back to heaven.
*Neither Gabriel nor Raphael are aware of Damian nor do they even care to sense him. But they are both confused when they feel "their brother's presence" near but ofc Lucifer is not there. They ignore it and head back to heaven with Domani.
*Satan immediately alerts Lucifer, who isn't mad at Satan directly, but he is dissapointed with himself for not protecting Domani more viligantly. But he does find Damian, and from there states two things.
-His son will live on Earth, he will not remember anything that causes him pain even if it's his parents
-If he finds a way back to Hell, he will inherit his birth right as his son
With that he sends him off to Earth and that's where Damian lives out as an adult, being adopted by many families.
-The families that adopt Damian and those who encounter him or hear his voice all forget who he is after 10 years. The cycle repeats itself when he speaks to them again, if even.
--this rule does not apply to Astra because she is the daughter of Solomon
---this is how he able to stay on Earth for years without being questioned about why he never ages (if you are wondering about how he's able to work and do things in the modern world, that's Satan's doing...he frequents Earth to check on him, and indirectly makes it where no one really checks for things like that. this detail i'm still working on lol)
Domani's Angelfication:
Raphael keeps Domani for himself because he knows Michael would just kill her. Instead he decides to experiment on her, and try out angelfication just out of a whim, "if she dies she dies" sort of thing. To his annoyance she doesn't, but adapts as an angel, thus why her appearance changes drastically. But during this change her memory is wiped from the shock and she forgets Lucifer, Damian, and who she originally was. The crystal that was in her wrist was given to Damian who still has it (it's hidden in the nape of his neck under the skin)
The three seraphs decide to use Domani as a weapon, and she does it quite well. Being that she is part dragon she can lay waste to thousands of devils at a time.
When Satan and the other kings hear about this new terrifying angel, the one most surprised about it is Lucifer, seeing what his lover has become.
Now that Domani is an angel she looks at him with cold eyes, she doesn't even remember poor Gamigin or Jjok who are now fearful of her.
She is the only angel that is able to visit Paradise Lost, but she is unable to harm Lucifer, Gamigin or Jjok. It's not that she can't...she emotionally is unable to follow through, part of her old self fighting back.
Domani does overcome the memory loss, but this is after Damian now an adult makes it back to Hell because he came looking for Astra as a request from Minhyeok (more about that later)
It seems the family reunion is as before, but it's not all that it seems. Domani did overcome the memory loss, but only during a battle. She ended up protecting Lucifer, and she gets injured...badly...by Michael.
Domani died that same night in Lucifer's arms, but her soul was able to find rest in crystal in Damian's body. Gamigin explains that she is alive only in that state but her physical body is no longer in existence.
Lucifer has convinced himself that he saved her and that she visits him often, but this is all part of his hallucinations in order to keep sane.
Damian's role after what happens with his parents:
Damian is tasked to help Astra break the contracts, but at the same time he stays in Paradise Lost often visiting to make sure his father is doing okay, but finds it painful to be around him due to the continued hallucinations and Lucifer mentioning Damian's mother.
He seeks revenge against the seraphs, but that is on the back burner, he first helps Astra and intends to keep his promise to Minhyeok, to make sure Astra is okay, safe, and will eventually return to Earth if she wants to.
GEEZ this is long I'm sorry. I just had to ramble.
That's pretty much how things are going here. It's angsty as fuck, but character development amirite?
I'll probs draw Damian and Domani in my own style later when I feel like doing so, but this is my ramble for both of them. There are most likely MAJOR flaws in logic, but I'll straighten that out as I go.
#whb#what in hell is bad#whb oc#oc lore#my ocs#character x oc#whb lucifer#geez this is sad#yeah raphael doesn't do nice things#he's still hot though
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Still cant believe I was in one of the brocedes birthplaces
They were so young ohmy
#i dont wanna think about all the drama that came after i just wanna be stuck with the photo of those two happy young friends#i really wanted to see what it was like 20 + years ago when those 'gonna be champions' kids drove their little karts on this track#sad its abandoned now but at least some pieces of it are still there#this kart track saw the birth of many big names like hulkenberg and sainz too#dont mind my random ass outifit with my beloved loki tshirt lmao#brocedes#f1#lewis hamilton#nico rosberg#karting days#2000s nostalgia#i didnt plan to become THIS obsessed with this stuff geez#well...when life gives you lemons
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joe saying that the trick to surviving only being allowed to eat gigapies is that he just makes health potions to restore his health without burning his satiation and. this is the level you immediately get to if you actually try to follow the laws ren has set of "no mining diamonds", "eat only pies", and "you can only buy pies using diamonds", huh.
#stream liveblogging#GEEZ REN IT'S ALMOST LIKE YOUR RULES ARE STARVING YOUR PEOPLE A LITTLE BIT#however i will forgive it because joe's now constant state of 'i am out of both money AND food' is a little funny#if also. a little sad.#i do not think health potions are a substitute for food joe
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Senshi is such a grandmom I love him so much, his need to feed others and make sure they're all balanced in nutrition and stuff, I'm convinced he had really sweet parents who did the same for him or something passing down the love in foooodd
#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi spoilers#he was such a daddd with izutsumii#like geez#senshi#senshi i love youu#i mean marcille had nice parents#i never really thought about the parentage of the not human characters#i guess they're allndead huh#thats sad
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I just...!!!!!!!
#ted lasso#ted lasso spoilers#like i'm 🥺 but also 🥵 u kno?????#what is it with sad dads man geez!!!!!
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PERHAPS ONE FERN SEVILLA . . . ?
geez, not only he has parent issues, he also has sister issues as well
#pokemon reborn#pkmn reborn#fern sevilla#KArts#i Could draw him laughing happily over st. buuuut let him be a sad boy#first time i heard his rant on victory road. my first thought was#''geez. does Cal and Fern ever talk about their bigger siblings issues together?''#also. does anyone else want to see a glimpse of what Fern's battle with Lin was like?#anyhow. hope you like it ^^
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sometimes like this. But also like that.
#trainer kieran#rival kieran#hydrapple#kieran's hydrapple#cw: suggestive#aaand idk what else to tag this with but you know you can always ask me to throw in tags 'w'#man my hand hurts a bit after wee 3h of drawing??? geez#anyway had this idea in my head for maybe three weeks now and i am glad to have this one out#maybe i could work more on it but i dont wanna overdo myuself so#those two dont have a ship name and i'm sad#uhhh#cw: pokephilia#oh yeah that's an important bit lmao#watch me and my fail art#yeah it is a bit ns for t but i see no reason to not post so whatevvvvvv#yeehaw
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barnes and noble has been raising the prices of everything and further pushing for their premium membership option (which they raised the price of by 60 percent this year!) and then when they have big sales events, they're less than what they used to be.
last year at this time you could get one of their leather-bound book annex tomes for $12.50 (without a member discount) because of the 50 percent off all hardcover sales. but they raised the price of those tomes from 25 bucks to 30, and they decreased the sale from 50 percent off all hardcovers to 1/3rd off. so that same book that was $12.50 at last year's end-of-year sale is now 20 bucks. and that's supposed to be savings enough to induce me to walk into one of their stores this week?
i'm sorry but b&n has just gotten so greedy, even though their business has only been doing better and better in previous years. they do not have to be raising prices like they have been, and they can damn well afford to have the same savings events they used to. if you went to one of those hardcover sales a year or two ago, even if you lived in a less populated area like i do, you had never seen a b&n so busy in your life. things were flying off the shelves. they WERE making bank.
and as a company they've only been growing and growing (as much as the publishing industry has been, in recent years). but there are so many other ways to buy books. CHEAPER ways to buy books. MORE SUSTAINABLE ways to buy books. and since books and booksellers are doing really well right now, i don't see why barnes and noble is getting so greedy when they don't have to be. i dont like new shiny books that much. people buy books for the content, ultimately. sometimes we as consumers might make the choice that a new shiny book is worth paying a bit more for, but not that much. barnes and noble has just been demanding more and more of their customers' money for less and less benefit.
#kaily and i shared a membership account for several years but she cancelled it over the summer#bc of them raising it from 25 dollars per year to 40. i'm sorry but we just were not spending enough to make that worth it#the benefits for a member used to be 10 percent off everything in-store and free shipping online.#now it's 10 percent off everything in-store AND online with free shipping. which sounds good enough#but not for a 60 percent pricehike. and a bunch of other supposed benefits no one would ask for#like a free tote (geez. thanks. yeah i really need a free tote every year) and like. a free treat at a cafe on your kids' birthday?#i dont have a kid.#between the two of us. we were not buying 400 dollars worth of stuff at b&n every year#oh and it's also 10 percent off the in-store starbucks. but im pretty sure that USED to be a benefit they had#years ago?? like i SWEAR ive gotten money off at the b&n starbucks so i guess they got RID of that at some point#and gave it BACK when they HIKED UP THE PRICE TO 40 BUCKS A YEAR#text post#barnes and noble#it's a shame bc where i live. barnes and noble is the only like fancy bookstore#and i live in an area that my barnes and noble... is like. what a boston barnes and noble eats for breakfast.#it's two floors. there are plenty of books that it doesn't have. plenty of sections that are very small#like the poetry section is just pathetic. i look at it every time i go and it just makes me sad.#i guess a lot of the book annex stuff contains poetry but still that's not really enough to entertain a rich interest in the genre for long#i outgrew the limited selection at my own local b&n poetry section by the time i was twenty. i was like i already know everything here.#which isn't to say i'm an expert in poetry. it's to say that the poetry section is barely bigger than a shelf#in fact ive never thought about it before but I OWN more poetry books than you'll find in the poetry section#at my local b&n. lol#i have a lot of nostalgia for b&n even though it is a big company that does not love me. i have very few books i bought new#that are not from barnes and noble. i got so many books that changed my life from them#i guess it's like a childhood/teenage attachment at this point bc ive had more mixed feelings abt the direction theyve been taking#for several years at this point.#and no i dont mean that theyve been expanding to selling more toys/games etc. theyve literally always done that in my lifetime. who cares.#they still have books#as an adult ive been more capable of seeing how limited their book selection is and how i have so many problems w that.#and it ultimately comes down to them being a big greedy company
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Whumptober day 30- bridal carry
You should read day 25 and day 28 to get a better understanding of what’s happening :>
Anyways, I don’t like this one, so just take it so I don’t have to look at it anymore. I hope you like it more than I do 👍
Uh, no warnings, this one is very chill, just mostly mentions of what happened in day 28 and day 25, also some mentions of racism.
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Time opened his eyes and squinted at the sun peeking through the trees. He groaned as he sat up and noticed the others were with him. Well… not everyone. Warriors, Sky, Spirit, Legend, Wild, Age, and Minish were missing from the group, but the rest were all huddled up near him, still unconscious. Time licked his chapped lips and noted the familiar sensation of feeling hot and dry. They must’ve been in a desert of some kind, and as Time observed his surroundings more, he noted that the desert was awfully familiar. He stood up, accidentally causing Windy’s head to slip off his legs. His head hit the sand and he woke up, rubbing his head.
“Sorry Windy,” Time mumbled, helping him stand up.
“Where are we?” He asked, looking around at the others who were beginning to stir.
“I have a feeling we’re in Gerudo desert. Be on guard.”
Windy looked at Hyrule in concern, who was still unconscious.
“How is he?” Time asked.
Windy shook him a little, but Hyrule remained still. “He’s not waking up. I’m worried about him.”
Time frowned at the unconscious boy. The scratch on his chest seemed to have healed up thanks to the red potion Windy gave him, but he wasn’t sure if the magic draining poison was still in his system. They needed help. He lifted him up gently into his arms and started walking further into the valley.
“We need help. Maybe the Gerudo are nearby.”
Time marched into the valley without waiting for the others to fully wake up. They followed him reluctantly, but soon they were all awake and close by his side, protecting him and Hyrule in his arms. He was cautious as he observed the valley, it looking more and more familiar as he trekked through it. Though he rarely returned to it after his adventure, he couldn’t help but feel like this was his Gerudo desert. But that couldn’t be it, there’s no way. As much as Time hoped it was the case, there was no way getting back home was that easy.
Was it?
Time heard rocks tumbling down a cliff side and he froze, looking around him. The others stopped as well and began to pull out their weapons, but Time’s warning gaze caused them to pause.
“Is anyone there?” Time called out, holding Hyrule tighter. “We need help. Our friend is hurt, he won’t wake up.”
It was silent, then a Gerudo with a bow aiming towards them stepped out from a cluster of rocks. The others pulled out their shields but Time gave them another warning look.
“You’ll need to find somewhere else to go, voe,” the Gerudo yelled out, stepping cautiously towards them. “We have something far too precious here for you to be welcome here. I am sorry.”
Twilight stepped out next to Time. “Please. He’s just a kid! We’ll be in and out of your hair as soon as he’s better!”
“No! That is my final answer! I’m sorry, but I cannot allow you to come into Gerudo valley at this time.”
Time clutched Hyrule tighter, desperation getting a hold of him. He went to open his mouth, but someone spoke before he did.
“Risa, that poor boy needs help,” a familiar voice said from the group of Gerudo. “We can let them in, it’s ok.”
Time gasped as a pregnant woman stepped out, with fiery red hair tied in a yellow bandana, sharp blue eyes that stared at him lovingly, and dimples on her cheeks that appeared when she smiled at him.
“Malon,” he said, almost shocked, and her beautiful laugh made his heart soar. He gave Hyrule to Twilight and ran to his wife, who was crying tears of joy.
“Oh Link!” She cried, wrapping him in a hug. Time didn’t say anything, he just buried his face in her hair. Goddesses he forgot how good she smelled. “I never thought I’d see you again.”
“I’ve been so worried about you,” Time muttered, hugging her as tightly as he could without hurting her.
“You are the baby’s father?” Risa asked, and the two moved away from each other.
“Risa, this is my husband, Link,” Malon said, wrapping her arm around his waist. Risa stared at Time for a moment, then nodded.
“I see. The missing husband has returned.” Risa glanced at the other heroes who looked confused. “Normally, voe wouldn’t be allowed in Gerudo desert, but this is an exception. As for the boys—“
“I can’t leave them alone,” Time said quickly, gesturing to Hyrule. “He needs help, please.”
Malon gave Risa a look and she groaned.
“Fine. But as soon as that voe feels better, they’ll need to leave, understand?”
Time looked at Malon, then at the other heroes. They gave him a nod, and he sighed.
“Alright.”
Risa nodded and walked away, leaving the others to follow her.
“Link,” Malon started, glancing at the other heroes behind them, “we have a lot we need to talk about.”
Time grinned and nodded. “We do.”
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“Your friend is completely drained of all his magic,” the Gerudo healer stated, observing the unconscious Hyrule. “We need to hope that he can wake up on his own, just so we can give him a magic potion.”
Green nodded silently, watching Hyrule’s pale face as all the rest of the heroes shifted in the cramped room. All except Time of course, who was with his wife.
“How long will it take for him to wake up?” Twilight asked, holding Hyrule’s limp hand. The healer only shrugged.
“Not sure, he seems to be dangerously low on magic, it could take days for him to wake up.”
Twilight frowned, and Windy ran his hand through his hair.
“That sucks,” The young sailor muttered, and Blue shrugged.
“That stupid puppet did a number on him.”
“Will he at least be alright?” Red asked, worry in his voice. The healer shrugged again.
“This level of magic loss is dangerous, if we’re unlucky, he may succumb to his exhaustion.”
The group made different sounds of worry and concern over their traveling friend, who remained unmoving.
“I know you voe are worried, but it’s rather crowded in here, I need space to work. I will do whatever I can for him, I promise,” the healer said firmly yet gently. Twilight nodded and stood up, gesturing for the others to follow him. Everyone reluctantly followed him, looking around at the desert where other Gerudo women watched them.
“Well, now what?” Windy asked. “Time is with his wife, Hyrule is dying, we can’t really do anything here since we’re always being watched… I don’t know what to do.”
Twilight titled his head. “Well, someone should keep an eye on Hyrule, just to make sure he’s ok.”
“But the healer lady told us to leave.”
“That’s because we were all in there. I’m sure with just one person she won’t have an issue with it.”
Windy pouted but gave a determined nod, and headed back to where Hyrule was. Vio stepped up to Green and Twilight.
“Do you think we’re in any danger? The puppeteer is the reason why we’re here. He could attack us any second.”
“Then it sounds like we need someone to keep an eye out,” Twilight said with a grin. Green gave him a nod.
“The four of us will keep an eye out for the puppeteer! We’ll get you if we notice anything.”
“Good. Get going you four.”
Green nodded at his brothers and he marched towards the borders of Gerudo, but he stopped. “What will you do, Twi?”
The rancher shrugged. “I guess I’ll keep an eye on things as well, the puppeteer could attack from both sides. Now git.”
Twilight waved him away and Green smiled slightly. He gestured for the other colors to follow him, and they all went their separate ways.
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“So… this puppeteer guy kidnapped you and a bunch of heroes for… what reason?”
Time shrugged as Malon stared at him concerned. “None of us really know, but he’s been hunting us down. “
Malon glared and rested her head against his shoulder, getting more and more upset.
“Why… if I ever see him I swear I’ll make him pay!” She shot back up, fury in her voice. “It’s not right to tear people from their homes! I’ve been so worried about you! If he ever hurt you I’ll… oh I’ll do unspeakable things!”
Time chuckled and brought her back down to his shoulder. “It’s ok, dear, we’re gonna find him and take care of him. Now relax, think about the baby.”
Malon huffed and rubbed her stomach, looking upset. “Link, you don’t understand, it was really hard for me without you. I—I thought you were in danger and I couldn’t do anything… I was just… so alone.”
Time gave her a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry, Malon. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”
“It’s not your fault. I just… it’s been hard.”
“I know, dear. I know.” Time buried her in a hug which she leaned into, clutching his shirt tightly. “At least you had Talon there.”
Malon stiffened and sat up. “N-no, I didn’t have dad.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dad he… he disappeared as well, and then Ingo took the ranch and kicked me out… that’s why I’m here, in Gerudo because I had nowhere else to go!”
Time sat up, staring at Malon in shock.
“Talon is missing?”
“Yes! He went missing and Ingo kept saying how he was gone and he took the ranch!”
Time blinked at her. “He… he actually did that? Without Ganondorf?”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Malon looked down, playing with Time’s hair. “Do you think… Do you think the puppeteer guy stole dad?”
“I don’t know, I never saw Talon… goddesses, Malon I—“ Time pulled her into a hug that she leaned into, tears pouring out of her eyes. “I’m so sorry Malon.”
He held her as she cried silently, rubbing her back. “Why didn’t the Gerudo do something about Ingo?” He asked after a moment. “Surely stealing the ranch would’ve been bad enough for them to do something.”
Malon sniffed and rubbed her eyes. “No Link, think about it, if a bunch of Gerudo stole the ranch back from Ingo, who do you think the Hylian guard would side with?”
Time looked down sadly. It was a sad reality of things. Nobody trusted the Gerudo, they lumped them in with Ganondorf, assuming that they all shared his beliefs and ambitions. Being anywhere with Hylians was dangerous for them, leaving all of them to stay in the hot and dry desert. It wasn’t fair to them. He sighed again and rested his head against Malon’s.
“I promise, Malon, I’ll get Lon Lon back. Ingo won’t get away with this.”
Malon was silent for a moment as they held each other. “I missed you Link,” she whispered, and Time laid down with her still in his arms.
“I missed you too.”
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Leon looked around as the world around him got less green and more brown. The dry air and hot weather was an indication that they were getting closer to Gerudo desert, and he was getting uneasy. He wasn’t sure how the Gerudo were in Talon’s era. In his own era, they were trying to make up for what their leader did years ago, and though they were respectful to the Hylians, they didn’t trust them fully when they waltzed into their territory. With three Hylians walking into the desert, he didn’t know how these Gerudo would react.
“Uh, boys,” Talon started, wringing his hands, “just a fair warnin’, the Gerudo may not like our presence here…”
“What do you mean?” Rusl asked.
“Well, they’ve been wary about Hylians after Ganondorf got exposed for bein’ crazy. I just don’t wanna get arrested by them, is all.”
Rusl stopped walking and gave Talon a look. “Ok… ok… before we do possibly get arrested, are we sure that Malon is here?”
“I don’t know where else she would be! We’ve looked everywhere in Kakariko and castle town. I doubt she’d be able to get to Zora’s domain, and Kokiri forest ain’t a place for Hylians.” Talon sighed. “She has to be here.”
Rusl hummed and continued walking. “I get that she’s part Gerudo, but would they still mistaken her for a Hylian?”
“Probably, but I’m hoping that her being pregnant will help her case. Motherhood is sacred to the Gerudo people, they would never leave a pregnant woman to fend for herself, Gerudo or not.”
Rusl still looked uneasy, but he didn’t say anything further. It was silent as they walked, but Leon heard a noise and he stopped, looking behind him as he got the feeling that they weren’t alone.
“Hey,” he started, going to stop his friends, “wait I think we’re—“
“Hold it right there!”
Leon flinched as several Gerudo surrounded the men, pointing their spears at them. Rusl and Talon took a step back, raising their hands defensively.
“Wait, I just need to see if my daughter is here!” Talon called out.
One of the Gerudo stepped up, keeping her spear pointed at the men. “Voe are not allowed in Gerudo. Normally we’d throw you all in the dungeon, but today is an exception, you should consider yourselves lucky. Now leave.”
“P-please, I just need to know if my daughter Malon is here,” Talon begged, “she’s pregnant and I don’t know where she is.”
The Gerudo stayed still for a moment, glaring at the farmer, but she eased up. “You’re the missing father?”
“I—yes—yes I am!”
The Gerudo looked at Leon and Rusl and frowned. “Who are these two?”
“They’re my friends.”
The Gerudo frowned again, studying the two, her yellow eyes piercing into the men.
“Wait a second!” A smaller voice called out, and Leon gasped when a small boy with long blonde hair popped out.
“Link!” His voice cracked as he said it, relief and disbelief overwhelming him as he saw his son, the boy he’s been searching for relentlessly for weeks. Link’s eyes began to tear up when he saw Leon, but before he ran to him, three more Links came out, watching him cautiously. Leon was taken aback, but he quickly got over it. The four sword disappeared with Link, it made sense that he was split now. The first one he saw was Red, and Green looked relieved as well, but Vio and Blue looked to be distrusting towards him.
“Oh… father!” Red cried, running to Leon, ignoring Blue calling out his name. Leon couldn’t hold back the laugh as he was hugged by Red. Green and Vio walked over, and soon the first knight was bombarded with hugs. The only one who didn’t move was Blue, who was glaring at them.
“Guys! How do we know this is our father! It could be the puppeteer playing tricks on us!” He shouted, pulling out his sword. Leon looked at Blue in surprise, but remembered that everyone was brought here thanks to the puppeteer. It was no wonder why he was hesitant.
“Link—I mean— Blue, I’m not a puppet,” Leon said gently, but firmly.
“That’s something a puppet would say!”
“Well what would a non-puppet say?”
Blue paused for a second, watching him with his icy blue eyes. He huffed.
“What’s something only Father would know?”
Leon stared at him, then stared at the others. He took in a shaky breath and let it out.
“When Vaati put me in that trance, you boys wanted to blast your force at me. But no one was brave enough to do it, they didn’t want to hurt me. All except you, Blue. You blasted all your force at me, and it hurt, but it woke me up. I was able to keep myself from hurting you boys because of the pain, and I’m so grateful for your bravery to do that.” Leon stared at him firmly, then smiled warmly. “I know it’s you asking me if I was upset about you doing that to me. But I just want you to know that I never was, and I never will be. I look at that scar with pride, for you, for all of you. I love you, Blue.”
Blue’s glare softened and he put his sword down. He slowly walked over to Leon and leaned his head against his stomach. Leon let out a laugh and gathered all four boys into his arms, giving them all a squeeze. The boys all started crying as they hugged him, and Leon nearly choked up as well.
“Goddesses, I’m so glad you’re all alright,” he mumbled into Blue’s hair, and Red gave out a sob.
“We’ve missed you father,” he cried, his bottom lip trembling. Leon smiled and ran his hand through his hair.
“I’ve missed you too. I’ve been looking everywhere for you boys, I’m so glad that I finally found you.”
Vio pulled away, giving Leon a look. “How are you here, Father? Was it the puppeteer?”
Leon sighed and gave a nod. “He’s been nothing but a nuisance to us all.”
Vio made a face and went back to hugging him, resulting in a chuckle from Leon. He looked up and found Rusl and Talon smiling at him, and he cleared his throat, standing up where his sons were in front of him.
“Rusl, Talon, these are my boys.”
“I thought you only had one son?” Talon tilted his head in confusion. Green stepped up and showed off his four sword.
“This is the four sword, it helped Link split into four people. I’m Green, obviously,” he gestured to his green tunic, “That is Blue, Vio, and Red. It’s really easy to remember our names.”
Rusl laughed. “Well, hopefully none of us are color blind!”
Green smiled and Leon wrapped his arms around his sons. “Boys, this is Rusl and Talon. They’re my…. They’re my friends.”
Rusl smiled gently at Leon, and the first knight looked away as his face grew hot.
“I didn’t know you could make friends, father,” Blue said softly.
“Blue!”
Everyone started laughing as Leon grumbled, causing Blue to give small apologies to him. Rusl gave a few chuckles before turning to the Gerudo.
“Does that mean,” he started out softly, “that my boy is here too?”
One of the Gerudo stepped up. “I’m not sure, but you can’t come in, I’m sorry. Only the father may enter since his daughter is here, but that is it.”
Rusl frowned and took a step back. Talon rested his hand on his shoulder.
“It’s alright, Rusl. I’ll get all the Links that are here back to you,” he assured, and Rusl silently nodded. Talon smiled and was escorted further into the desert, leaving Leon, his sons, and Rusl alone. He glanced over at Rusl who looked upset and he couldn’t he’ll but feel sorry for him.
“Rusl,” he started, and the swordsman looked over at him, “it’ll be alright.”
He gave a small smile and sat on a rock, continuing to watch inside the valley silently. Leon’s boys all huddled around him, curiosity on their faces.
“Father, I am very curious about how exactly you got here, and what you have been doing,” Vio muttered, sitting down on the ground.
“I am too!” Red plopped down as well. “Did you really meet the puppeteer?”
“I hope you punched him in the face,” Blue joined his brothers, punching his palm with his own fist.
Green smiled and looked up at his father. “I guess we wanna know everything.”
Leon chuckled and kneeled down. “I’ll tell you everything that happened to me, but I wanna know everything that happened to you.”
His sons all nodded enthusiastically, and they began to share their tales of adventuring with the other heroes.
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Time woke up to the sound of shouting. He rubbed his eye and looked down at Malon, who was snuggled up against his side. He didn’t remember ever falling asleep, but his relief to finally be with his wife must’ve taken over. He always felt at peace around her. He sat up gently, trying not to wake Malon up, and he looked around. The shouting came from the Gerudo, probably giving orders to the others. He let out a sigh and rested his head again, but someone came into the room they were in.
“Excuse me, Link was it?” The Gerudo healer asked softly, “I have some news about your son.”
Time frowned. “My son?”
“The one with the magic drained out of him?”
Time shot up, waking up Malon. “Oh! Yes, he’s not my son but is he alright?”
“Yes, the red potion you gave him saved his life. It was able to stop the poison from draining his life. I’m assuming he’ll wake up today or tomorrow, when he does, give him a magic potion,” she handed him a green potion in a bottle, and Time observed it. “Now, come outside, someone is here to see Malon.”
Malon rubbed her eyes and looked at the healer confused. “Who?”
“Your father has arrived.”
Malon blinked at her, then gasped when she registered what the healer had said. She shot up, with Time quickly following her.
“My father is here? Are you sure?” She said breathlessly.
“Your father is a shorter man with a big nose, yes? He said that he was looking for you.”
Malon covered her mouth in excitement, and she almost ran out of the door, but Time stopped her.
“Link? What is it?”
Time frowned, looking at the ground. This all seemed too good to be true, and terribly convenient.
“Let me see him first, Malon,” he said quietly.
“What? Why? He’s my father, Link! I thought that something happened to him!”
Time rested his hands on her shoulders. “The puppeteer can make illusions to trick people, let me make sure that it’s not him, alright? I would never forgive myself if he got to you too.”
Malon glared at him, but she didn’t fight back. Time went outside and grabbed his Biggoron sword, looking around cautiously. He spotted Talon who had different guards surrounding him, and his eyes lit up when he saw Time.
“Link! Is that really you?” He exclaimed, running up to Time. Time didn’t move, and he clutched his sword a little tighter. “I can't believe you’re here! I finally found you! I’m glad to see you’re doin’ alright!” When he got closer, Time took a step back, and Talon stopped, giving him a weird look. “What’s wrong? Do you—“ Talon’s eyes widened. “Oh no! You think I’m a puppet don’t ya?”
Time raised an eyebrow. “You know the puppeteer?”
“Unfortunately yes, he’s been a real pain. But I’m not a puppet! It’s really me!” Talon rubbed his chin and looked down, thinking. “I gotta think about something that only I would know….”
Time squinted his eyes. If this was a puppet, he was doing a good job.
“Oh! Well… I guess I should apologize to you Link,” Talon started, “I’m… sorry I never believed you about Ingo. I dunno if you know this but he took the ranch, locked me in the basement when I got there and drugged my friends, kicked Malon out leaving her alone for weeks, and just made a mess of things! None of that would’ve happened if I actually listened to you, and I’m sorry.”
“You know about Ingo?”
“Yeah, I do now. But don’t worry about the ranch! I got it back! The Hylian guard took him away, so we can head back home!” Talon smiled, but when Time didn’t move, he sighed. “Um, I think I believe your stories now, Link. Especially the time travel ones. I’m still confused about the moon fallin’ and demons, but after the stuff I’ve seen, I think I believe it a little more.”
A smile tugged at Time’s lips, and he put his Biggoron sword down. Talon grinned and the two hugged each other.
“I'm so glad you’re alright, Link. Is Malon doing ok?”
Time smiled and patted his back. “Why don’t ya see for yourself? She’s in there,” Time gestured to where he and Malon were, and Talon excitedly shuffled over, barging into the room. Time heard excited cheers, but he didn’t join them. Knowing Malon, she’d want to go back to the ranch, and he was going to get the others ready so they could leave as soon as possible. He just hoped that Hyrule was awake now, or at least beginning to wake up.
Windy was confused when Time told him the plan, but he was given the magic potion and he started getting everything together, Hyrule was still unconscious, but he looked more alive, which was good. Twilight was watching the back area of Gerudo, and though he was hesitant to leave, Time’s glare kept him from arguing about it. Time didn’t know where Four was, and as he was looking for him, he saw his wife and father-in-law talking with two Gerudo. Malon’s face lit up when she saw her husband and she wandered over to him.
“Link! There you are! I was just talking to Risa here and uh… I want to head back to Lon Lon ranch.”
“I know, I already have the boys getting ready right now.”
Malon giggled and gave him a peck on the lips. “You know me too well.”
Time smiled at the kiss. “Yeah, I’m just trying to find Four, dunno where he is.”
“Which one was Four?”
“Well, he’s split right now but he’s the one with the distinct colors.”
Talon stepped up, gesturing to the Gerudo entrance. “I know where that kiddo is! They’re all with my friends who are waiting for us! I did say that I would bring their Links back to them.”
Time gave a nod and looked over at Twilight, who was helping Windy with a still unconscious Hyrule.
“Oh my,” Talon murmured, “what happened there?”
“The puppeteer poisoned him and drained all his magic. The healer said he should be fine.”
“Oh well, that’s good. That darn puppeteer. I swear if I ever see him I’ll shove my pitchfork up his—“ he stopped himself and looked at Windy who was getting closer, “uh, you know what I’m sayin’.”
Time snorted and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “I know exactly what you’re saying.” He gestured his head towards the entrance of Gerudo when Twi and Windy arrived. “Let’s go. We’re heading to my home.”
“Is this all’ya?” Talon asked, staring at the Links. Time shrugged.
“No, we were the only ones teleported here. There are more, but I pray that they are safe.”
Talon frowned. “Well, we should go then, I have a friend who is very excited to see his son.” His eyes lingered on Twilight for a moment and he squinted, but turned around with his arm wrapped around Malon.
“Excuse me,” Risa spoke up, stopping the group from continuing. “Please allow us to accompany you, that way we can help when the baby is born.”
“Oh! I’d love that very much!” Malon exclaimed. “Y’all have been so helpful to me, we really owe you a lot.”
Risa smiled and she and one other Gerudo joined them as they walked towards the entrance. Time looked at Windy who was still carrying Hyrule in his arms, all the shuffling would have woken him up, and he couldn’t help but be impatient. But he knew that the healer was right about him, and he knew that if he were to wake up soon, that Windy would take good care of him. For now, everything seemed alright for Time.
#IM SO SORRY RUSL AND TWI DIDNT REUNITE I COJLDNT FIT IT IN HERE#I was losing my mind finishing this so use your imagination#anyways. idk how I feel about this one#I don’t like it#but I hope it’s enjoyable to read regardless#smiles writes#strangers across eras#link between links#I’m not tagging everyone#maybe#whumptober#whumptober 2023#whumptober day 30#geez I was kinda sad that whumptober was ending but I’m kinda glad that it is#now I can focus on commissions and comics!#and also my other fics#but we still got tomorrow!#hopefully it’s better than this one
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Adding characters every day until the drawing is complete - day 4
Before | After | Final
#woo dragons art be upon you#my art#pikmin#pikmin 4#yellow pikmin#red pikmin#blue pikmin#purple pikmin#rock pikmin#moss pikmin#getting more and more tags every day ah geez#aw poor little rock pikmin :(#why is he so sad?
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Sam Khalid did nobody ever teach you not to disturb archivists from their post-apocalyptic nap?
#It’s very rude Sam#geez#it's probably not the case#but we can jest#gosh it could be so many things#but unless my ears are deceiving me#(which is not unlikely to be fair)#that sad shuddering breath sounded a lot like the sad shuddering archivist we all know and love#hello Beth Eyre#can't wait to hear more from mystery zombie guy#the magnus protocol#the magnus protocol spoilers#the magnus archives#tmagp spoilers#tmagp 10#tmagp 10 spoilers
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my opinion of you is that you're a terrible person and should die
Awwww, thank you✨✨✨✨✨
I wish the same for you
I hope wherever you are, you're sitting there thinking about how you said something horrible to some random person for no reason. You hide behind a mask of anonymity, bringing others down to hide the void inside. I hope you're happy
But I also understand that sometimes people are having a hard time and lash out at others. If you are going through something, I hope you know it's okay. Thank you.
I still honestly do not care though :) if you meant to hurt me, you'll have to do better than that
This honestly made me laugh
#Ask#geez louise anon#It makes me so sad that people can be so horrible to each other#not just in this case#please don't do stuff like this#it can really really hurt someone#I'm glad it was me and not someone else
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Secrets and the Pros and Cons of Not Running Away
Kanene's notes: I will receive no constructive criticism on this, I saw a character that just keeps being destroyed over and over because he loves and cares too much and since mah bros on that island only SUFFER, I *WILL* take the matters onto my own hands and give them all the tickles and fluff thank you so much for understanding.
Anyway, the Happy Pills Arc is my absolute fave until now, and this animatic is my new obsession. It doesn't has anything to do with the fic, really, but I think it deserves more love drtyuiklkjhg.
Warnings: This is a tickle fanfic. It has hurt/comfort, fluff and some angsty thoughts, but nothing too dark. It happens after the Happy Pills stuff and doesn't follow the canon timeline. Ticklish!Forever and Ler!Philza, Ler!Bad, Ler!Pac, Ler!Mike, Ler!Richarlyson, Ler!Tallulah and Ler!Chayanne. It is 8,000 words long.
[~*~]
Forever woke up.
His eyes hurt when they opened so he kept them closed for a few minutes more, watching the flash of memories run behind his eyelids in blurry movements and sounds.
For the first time in a while his mind was silent, clear from all the effects of what the Federation did to him. His feelings no longer exploded crazy in his chest as they often did during the last few days, fighting to survive before the chemicals from the drugs washed them over and got suppressed by a blinding, fake happiness.
Their kids were gone.
Richarlyson was gone. His son disappeared in thin air and there were no clues or hints that showed any single way to get them back or even know where they went.
The island was in scrambles, empty.
There were explosions and grieving and chaos everywhere. Every parent doing any and everything to cope with the fact that from day to night they’ve got what was the most important for them ripped right from their fingers.
The N.I.N.H.O, his project (his responsibility) didn’t work out this time and they lost everything because of it.
Badboyhalo was losing his colors. Baghera disappeared. Cellbit straight out begged him to not leave him alone during all of this. Mike hadn’t been seen in a long time. Etoiles was trying to keep their hopes up. Everyone asked him what they should do, now. What would he do as their president.
And what did he do? He fucking lost it. He let his feelings get over his head, exploded everything that he could put his eyes on, demolished his base with TNT and threatened Cucurucho, forced the Federation to do a throwback just so they would have an island to put their feet on. Made the Federation see him as a threat and force those pills on him.
He left everyone. His family. His friends.
(What more could he do?)
And everyone should've left him too.
…
And yet…
And yet Pac jumped head first to save him. Accepting to go under Cucurucho’s “treatment” so he could analyze the drugs and find a cure for it. No matter how much he was shaking in fear the entire time, how bad the Federation treated him before or how there was just no certainty that his plan would even work
And yet Philza saw under his mask of smile, past the point of his gun and right into the pain in his eyes in his lowest moment and said that everything would be fine, that he still trusted him, that he knew who he was and how much he cared about the eggs. He said they would find a way to solve things out.
And yet Cellbit didn’t let him go for a single second. He followed him no matter the instability, during those painful moments of consciousness, beyond the fake minutes of happiness and slipped past his traps just to go and pull him out of it. He shouted and hugged and taunted and broke and fought dirty and did what he could to bring him back.
And yet Bad still talked and answered him, even with how much he was hurting, even with the bombs and screams and the dismissing he came back over and over again with his chats and banters and discussions that so easily led Forever to the trap that would come to save his life.
Once again, there were tears in his eyes.
They were too his family. Forever was the one who put himself under Cucurucho’s radar by going apeshit and bombarding the entire island and they were the ones who saved him from that white fucking bear. From himself. From the Happy Pills.
He cried.
(What else could he do?)
Agony and hope danced in harmony in his chest, sucking all his other senses to nothing and filling his soul with every emotion under the sun at the same time. It was overwhelming but good to be free to feel so easily. It was horrible that he knew how it was like to miss this freedom so much. It was empty to feel this despair all over again. It was good, no, essential to know he was not alone.
Almost hopeful, even.
And yet their children were gone.
And yet everyone was kind of lost.
And yet they needed someone solid, a strong leader to step in.
Forever didn’t feel strong.
(What would he do?)
He wiped his tears. Sat on the bed. Got up. Put back the flag on his shoulder. Took a deep breath, listening to the very known voices coming out of the infirmary that made his entire face change to a (this time genuine) happy, tired and relieved kind of smile.
The president of Quesadilla Island woke up.
(And he didn’t have any idea of how much everyone had been waiting to show him how much they were happy about it.)
[~*~]
It all started in very tiny ways, as most things did, easy to miss if you didn’t know where to look.
The first time it happened Forever was at favela. He had just finished fixing the elevator from the Karaoke and was watching the sunset (Hi, Bobby) wash over the beach in a dance of colors at the top of the building, resting on the parapet. Pac was somewhere close, building more houses or getting in trouble with Fit, but, besides them, it was just him, his memories and Copacabana beach.
Forever laid his head in his arms, with a long sigh, closing his eyes and just letting the wind mess his hair and clear his thoughts, enjoying the brief moment of peace before he started thinking about more plans and projects to fill his day and mind with.
It was hard, though. When every block he put down or decoration he pulled up made the blonde turn around with a call in the tip of his tongue, words disappearing when he realized that there was no set of small footsteps following him and probably never would again because they were all gone and he was not and how could he ever even think about-
A shiver ran down his spine and made his thoughts come to a halt when he felt a light tickle in the back of his neck, making him have to move a hand out of his comfortable position to wipe the leaf or whatever out of his skin.
His fingers made contact with nothing. Uh. Must’ve flown away already.
He was tired. Maybe he should take the rest of the day to clean his base. There were still holes from the mine traps that someone has been spreading across the island lately. Another problem for him to resolve. Looked like those were never going to end.
The tickle came back, following him even when he flinched away, with a puffed snicker falling from his tongue. His hand shot to scare whatever insect it was from his neck again but the touch was as nimble as it was soft, lightly and skillfully dancing away from his hold before it could catch him.
“Que porra.” (“The fuck.”) He tried again and again, going so far as slapping his entire arm behind him, hitting nothing.
The sensation disappeared for a brief while before running all the way across his spine, making him almost jump in the air and finally give up his comfortable position to spin around. “Que que é isso, cara!” (“What is this, man!”)
“Pfff- hahaha!”
Forever turned just in the right moment to see his short friend, with sky blue eyes shining with a playful light, pulling a black, crooked and beautiful wing behind his back, his laugh ringing across the building.
“Philza! Really?”
“What? You wouldn’t have that problem if you wore a shirt, you know?” Forever’s shouted “WHAAAAT!” did nothing to alleviate his laughing fit, a snort not taking long to appear.
“You, you’re, you’re bullying me, man! I just came out of the hospital and you treat me like this. I can’t believe it!”
“You’re-”
“You come here, you hit me, you don’t let me rest after I get out of a coma… I am an injured, man, you know that, Philza? You’re bullying an injured man.”
“I literally,” his tune tried and failed to sound at least a tidbit serious before he descended in more laughter. “I literally didn’t even hit you!”
Forever continued as if he didn’t hear the protest of the other, turning around and gesticulating dramatically. “You’re a bully, Philza. You’re such a bully.”
“I am doing that to remind you to put on a shirt! You just came out of the hospital, you’re gonna catch a cold.”
“Nah, nah, nah, you’re mean. You’re just so mean to me. Like, I thought we were friends, you know? But I see the truth now.” He tsked. “That is just sad, Philza. That is really sad, man.”
“Oh my fucking god.” The punch he gave on Forever’s arms didn’t even hurt, only making the president snicker louder. “Shut the fuck up.”
Forever chuckled at how done the other sounded, watching him roll his eyes and shake his head with a big smile before taking (he wasn’t resting anymore so might as well just finish his work here) the chance and walking in between the tables and chairs until he got behind the balcony. In no time he began filling the storage with drinks and food. The high, upbeat joy of banting with his friend slowly calming down.
“Actually, I am going to put back my old black suit soon. I am just taking a break from wearing suits so much, you know?”
He didn’t have to explain what the break was really for and how his old presential clothes didn’t have anything to do with it, Philza understood.
“Take that time off, Forever, you deserve it.” His tune was soft.
Forever smiled, wishing he could show Phil how wrong he was. A“break” definitely wasn’t on the list of things that Forever deserved at all. That anarchist was way too kind.
“Thank you very much, my friend.” He closed the cabinet door, turning around (and away), facing the entire restaurant.
Each chair, each color and decor had been carefully picked by small , gentle claws. The building had been chosen by hand and even the balcony was built lower than normal, made so that a small child could go behind it and pretend to be a barman, sing with the melodies and enjoy the view with their family and friends.
Signs were still spreaded there, on the restaurant, the rooms, the favela, the N.I.N.H.O, the Spawn, their home and island… None of it had been built to be just for the adults and it all brought a longing pang in his chest.
Saudade.
They’re gone. They’re gone and he was here laughing and resting and doing nothing to rescue them and how could he be so usele-
Another soft sweep of feathers right under his chin made him flinch away with a surprised, bitten giggle, successfully making his line of thoughts disintegrate for a second time. A half smile painted his face.
“Stop with that, man! It tickles.”
Philza tilted his head slightly to the side, eyes sharp in concentration, as if just realizing something. But at the sound of Forever’s voice he blinked and let his expression become a tad more relaxed, with worried tunes.
“You just seemed to be thinking a whole lot back there. What is in your mind?”
“Nothing really important. It doesn’t matter.”
“Well, I’ve got some bad news for you then, mate. Because it will matter to me. You can tell me anything, Forever.”
And for a moment the other considered not doing that. Teleporting away or brushing his worries with another topic or a joke. But that was Philza.
Philza, one of the most protective parents who still trusted him with Tallulah when he was away. Philza, who didn’t care about the elections but voted for him anyway. Philza, who trusted him with such a conviction and an unyielding loyalty that Forever had no idea of what he could ever have done to deserve it.
(“You saved my children.” Philza would say if he could listen to him. “You went beyond and further to save everyone’s kids for free over and over so no parent would ever carry the grief of losing them again. You did it for Richarlyson, for Tallulah, for Bobby, for Pomme, for you, for us, for free. I’m not forgetting that easily and I’m not letting you forget too.”)
And that was enough.
He stared at the beach again, the words coming easier when he was not looking at the other.
“Talullah was the one who decorated the restaurant. We were having a Karaoke Night and when we got up here she had already put all those nice trees and pretty flowers…It looks really nice.”
Philza sighed, looking ten thousands of years older.
“Yeah, she has an amazing taste.” Then he walked and stayed right in front of Forever’s view, staring right at his eyes, serious. “We’re going to find them, ok? Richas, Talullah, Chayanne, Ramon… Every single one, we’re going to get them back. So don’t let yourself give up and stay focused.”
The president, his friend, nodded.
“We will get them back.” Forever agreed. “No matter what it costs.”
[~*~]
But Philza was a discreet fella, so things continued to be shown in tiny ways for a while. A poke when he got too distracted and his thoughts too dark, a scribble to get his attention, a sweep of feathers when he refused to stop working so much and listen to the reason. Forever pretended to be annoyed, but the fact that the other cared so much and in such a playful way kept fishing fond smiles and amused chuckles out of him and that he couldn’t ignore.
His cute secret was secure with him, and so things took a while before it began escalating, all because of a different afternoon…
It started with a jumpscare.
“FOREVER!”
“PUTA MERDA!” (“HOLY SHIT!”) The loud shout quickly descended in a series of nervous giggles. The blond holding his chest and resting in a wall to not fall, muscles trembling with the sudden shot of adrenaline.
It took a couple of minutes for him to get back his composure and glare at the demon that was still snickering gleefully at him, tail swooping around in delight as he jumped around.
It took exactly one second.
In a blink Forever was getting his soul back to his body and then in the other he was throwing himself at him and both were rolling on the floor in a mess of pushes and kicks. “Tu se acha engraçadão, hein? Tu se acha muito engraçadão. Palhaço! Tá palhaço demais, hein, Badboyhalo.” (“You think you’re so funny, yeah? You think you’re so funny. You clown! You’re being such a clown, huh, Badboyhalo.”)
Forever didn’t care that his wrestling was uncoordinated enough so most hits didn’t even land on his friend, different from Bad that actually got more than one or two kicks right before letting himself be lost in a mix of too joyfully complains of “unfair attack” and “dictator” to have any true heat in them.
Their playful fight was kept for a few pieces of a while before they were too distracted by their own amusement to not let the other go and try to recompose themselves.
“Where! is! it!”
“What?” Forever asked, staring with confused eyes at the black demon who crossed his arms and squinted at him in what Forever could swear was an annoyed composure if it wasn’t the way his tail swayed around and his eyes glinted in glee. Whether it was for being so unclear and successfully confusing the blond or for the original reason he appeared there in the first place it wasn’t clear.
For a moment his eyes unfocused from the form of the other and watched the wall full of kind, heartwarming messages that he asked for everyone still awake at that night to write so he could make BadboyHalo a surprise. Suddenly all the pieces came together in his mind and formed such a cute picture that Forever couldn’t help but let out a delighted chuckle, lips curling in an amused, teasing smirk. “Ooooh, I see what you’re talking about now, Badboy.”
That chuckles almost became a crackle when the only response he received was a petulant huff and a hand extended in his direction, fingers twitching impatiently. Forever took out his backpack, rummaging through it until he found the compartment where he kept all his flowers, carefully pushing Richa’s favorite one aside so he could pull another one. His fingers clasped around a stem and soon a light purple grazed his sight. “Here. Your daily flower. It’s for until you get better, right?”
“Oh, nice, thank you.” Bad’s voice tinted with a softer tune, carefully gathering the gift and putting it on his own backpack, in a special place, together with the others, before his tune became agitated again, feet tapping on the floor with energy. “But that is NOT what I am talking about.” He got closer and repeatedly began slapping his arm, following the president when he shouted and started running around the enclosed space, jumping in attempts to escape from the sudden attack. “WHERE IS IT! GIVE ME, IT’S MINE!”
“What! What more do you want from me!” When no answer was given besides more chasing and (friendly) hitting, the blonde got the warpstone with an exaggerated sigh.
“You know, Badboyhalo,” when Forever said his entire name, it wasn’t exactly sing-songing, but it had a little beat painted with amusement and tease, when the demons haven’t been able to successfully annoy him out of his mind, of course. “I really need to go, man, and since you don’t have anything to say to me… tsk, that is so sad, man, I was really feeling quite… generous today”
“No!” The demon tried to grab his shoulder, but the blonde dodged swiftly, still pretending to be looking busy and thinking hard about his next location. “Forever. Do not. You’re not running away. I know what you’re doing!”
Forever smiled.
Being friends with Cellbit, you learned a thing or two. Like how to disappear in the middle of a conversation, but, especially, how to do that in the most annoying way possible. “No, no, no, I’m not running away at all, Bad, I am actually…”
However, that was the thing: Bad was also Cellbit’s friend, and so realized the exact moment that glint filled the president’s brown eyes what was about to happen. His hand flew in another attempt of a grab, missing once again his shoulder when the other, a bit later than last time, dodged, which allowed his reflex to kick in and his hand changed the trajectory and lay on the brazilian’s side, squeezing.
None of them was prepared for the squeal that this action fished.
For a second, a blissful second, everything froze and both stared at each other.
That is how Forever saw the exact second the demon’s eyes squinted and a playful flame alighted in them.
In a blink his other hand also flew to his waist and began attacking both sides with no mercy.
Forever had no chance to even try to stop the barking loud laughter that exploded from him, immediately letting go of the warpstone to clue on Bad’s wrists, trying to push them away by sheer reflex even before his brain could process what was happening.
“Nonono, stop that! BA-ad!”
Bad couldn’t help but giggle, half adoring and half malefically, at the way the laughter made most of his words get almost intelligible. Besides, Bad thinks he could grow accustomed to having his name being snickered in such an adoring - together with that cute smile and shiny eyes - way more often, really.
His fingers poked and prodded with skill and curiosity, looking for any sensitive spot that could create a new fun sound and concentrating there for a few maddening seconds and plenty of digging before looking for the next one. There was a very nice one juuust above his lowest rib that made the barking laughter become a string of snickers that seemed to grow higher and faster by the seconds. It almost made Bad forget his main job now as his friend and rival the second (actually, even before that, if he was being honest, but honesty was overrated) he discovered that little fun secret about their dear tyrant:
Tease him out of his mind.
“Huh? Stop what, Foreverrr?”
“That! You’re ti-” Bad closed his hands in fists and pressed his knuckles on his ribs and rubbed as if his life depended on it, cutting the rest of the sentence with success and filling the room with much more shrieks than before.
“What was that?”
Forever couldn’t answer, his legs were failing and it made him get close to a fall if it wasn’t for the demon adjusting his hold on him and slowly lowering him to the ground, fingers still dancing in each and every rib, scratching and scribbling happily.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear what you’re saying, some muffinhead is laughing their heart out near here. Perhaps they heard a very good joke. Hmmm, what do you think Forever?”
Forever snorted, eyes almost closed with how much he was laughing, tears beginning to collect in the corner of his eyes. A few portuguese words got tangled with his crackling. Bad nodded seriously and slowed his tickle attack, not wanting to go too far.
“Uh hm, no, I get what you’re putting down here. We just need to ignore the laughter and keep up our nice conversation. I think that is a great idea!” He snuggled his hands cozily under Forever’s armpits, lightly wiggling and poking, which resulted in the laughter becoming a new dance of a calmer, but still high with adrenaline and mirth, string of snickers that made the blonde’s shoulders bounce in joy. “What were you saying before?”
“Stop tickling me!”
“What!” Bad gasped in offense. “How can you even accuse me like that! What the fudge, I thought we were friends. But, no, I see. I came aaaaall the way over here, did nothing wrong and you just treat me like that.” He gave a fake sniff. “You’re hurting my feelings, Forever.”
“Mentiroso!” (Liar!) It was quite difficult to see with tears and squinted eyes, especially when Bad’s hoodie always kept his expressions hidden, however, it was even harder to miss how those shiny eyes glinted with mischief and fondness and his smirk went from one ear to another.
It was quite the sweet sight. Forever had to push his face away before it made him blush vomit.
(For a second, he could almost swear that the blue that covered the other’s figure dimmed a little for a piece of time.)
“You’re such a liar.”
“Oh why, thank you.”
Bad freed his hands and softly attacked the back of the elf’s ears, still too lost in the lovely sound of his delightful giggles, crackles and snickers to actually let him go. That was the true sound of Forever’s happiness, not that forced, explosive laughter created by those pills.
Besides, Forever also wasn’t pushing him away.
Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one missing that freeing sound. Maybe Forever also longed for those moments of playful fights between them, of pushing the buttons and teasing and caring and always, always being there, for the better or the worse.
Eventually, the president held his hands and stopped the attack, left over giggles still pouring from his lips like a waterfall.
Their eyes met.
Forever’s smile got relaxed and small before growing bigger.
Bad just hummed, tail starting to sway fastly from side to side.
“So, Badboyhalo…”
“Yes?”
Forever’s grip got more firm.
Bad’s pull got equally stronger.
They kept smiling.
“Are you… uh.” His voice lost the undertone of playfulness, brown eyes focusing with true curiosity for a moment. “Coceguento? How is it in english? Tickly?”
“Oh, it’s ticklish. For example, you are very ticklish, Forever.”
“Hehehe,” he snorted, and his curiosity was satisfied. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. But what about you, Badboyhalo? Are you… ticklish?” The word came slowly and playfully, tinted with a nice accent.
Bad’s tail opened his backpack, rummaging in search for a very specific item.
“Hmmm… no, actually. I’m not.”
The blonde’s smile got more dangerous. “I don’t know… I don’t believe in you, man.”
He found it.
Bingo.
“Then why don’t you try to find out?”
Forever pulled him closer and with a swift move the enderpearl that had been in his bag was thrown to the other side of the room, successfully freeing the demon from his hold. Not a second later, though, Forever was jumping on his feet, ready for another chase.
Lots of laughter filled the afternoon, that day.
[~*~]
After that, the avian wasn’t the only one who now randomly poked, prodded and attacked the outgoing brazilian when he wasn’t expecting, anymore. Even though Badboyhalo’s attacks were much more out of the blue, following him in those lonely afternoons when he was distracted in his adventures or too lost in a project to realize the other invaded his base in the middle of a sleepless night.
But, you see, the difference between Philza and Bad and knowing that Forever is actually pretty ticklish is a very single detail: Bad is a fucking gossiper who loved to set chaos just to see where it would go.
And, therefore, the main reason why Forever was so screwed right now.
“NÃO! SAI, SAI, SAI. LARGA DE MIM!” (NO! GET AWAY, GET AWAY, GET AWAY. LET ME GO!)
“Que isso, moço, tá fugindo da gente por que?” (What is this, bro? Why are you running away from us?)
Forever didn’t even have to turn around to see Mike’s giant smug grin. It was almost palpable in his tune. But if anyone could have any doubt about its existence, they just needed to listen to his crackles as both him and Pac chased their friend through the Spawn, leaving a very amused Bad and Bagi, who shouted a “Boa sorte aí, Forevinho!” (Good luck, Forevinho!) in the wind behind.
“Pois é, a gente só quer um abraço apertado do nosso presida da galera! Cadê o espírito da Favela Six?” (That’s right. We just want a tight hug from our favorite president! Where’s the Favela’s six spirit?) Pac, however, questioned with a genuine tune, almost naive like as he followed the other closely, getting closer and closer by the seconds. For a moment he almost tricked the president into thinking that he was the merciful one, then he remembered about that one tickle fight he, Mike and Tubbo had in the Favela.
Let’s just say it was just a very quick thought, really.
“Favela six é o caralho, ceis querem é me roubar. Eu já disse que não vai ter Armazém da Galera nenhum! Isso é ataque à autoridade, hein!” (Favela Six my ass, you just want to rob me. I already said that there won’t be any Free Storage! This is an attack on authority!)
“A gente só quer o que é nosso por direito, Forevin.” (We just want what is faithfully ours, Forevin.)
The blonde didn’t even have a chance to answer before an arm grabbed his shoulder and pushed, disbalancing him enough so Pac was able to sneak behind him and lock him in a hug, snickering gleefully in his ear.
“Que isso, cara, achava que tu era compromissado! Vou falar pro Fit, hein!” (The hell, man! I thought you were compromised! I’m going to tell Fit!) Forever’s struggles only grew stronger when he saw Mike getting closer, wiggling his hands in the form of claws as he stopped running and instead began to approach slowly, chuckles falling freely from his lips and making shivers run across his spine and giggles to pile in his chest.
He tried again to free himself from the hug, showing no success. Pac’s hold was firm as a mountain.
“E desde quando que tu tá malhando? Tá todo mamadíssimo aí, né, eu tô sabendo.” (And since when you’re ripped? You’re all ‘mamadíssimo’ now. I see what’s going on.)
Pac let out an amused, with drops of shyness, snort. “Pois é, né, moço. Sabe como é né… Tô indo na academia do Fit bastante esses tempos e tudo mais, aí dá nisso.” (That is right, bro. You know how it is… I’m visiting Fit's Gym a lot these last days and that is what happens.) His tune lost a bit of the light and became more serious, cracked in the corners. “Também, né, a gente nunca sabe quando vai precisar. Eu não quero que quando chegue a hora…” (Also, we don’t know when we’re gonna need it. I don’t want that, when the time comes…)
Forever knew exactly what he was talking about, the same cloudy thoughts that filled everyone’s mind in the island the second he warned that the kids had ran away because a danger greater than everything they’ve seen before was coming, the Federation choosing to announce the train station’s opening in just a few days also did not help their nerves.
He looked at Pac’s shadows under his eyes, suddenly remembering that his friend also went under the Happy Pills Treatment, the horrible withdrawal, the exhaustion of recovery, all to save him.
His struggles became just a little, a little less strong, heart melting and hurting like it did for every single member of their dysfunctional family since they arrived in that boat.
The scientists deserved to have their own silly fun, even if the fun was destroying their friend and president in a mess full of giggling pieces.
And so Forever let out a loud laughter, wiggling his eyebrows and giving him a knowing smirk. “Tu tá praticando bastante exercício com o Fit é? Aham, hehehe, tô sabendo.” (Doing a lot of exercise with Fit, yeah? Uh hm. Hehehe, I see.)
“FOREVER!” This time the snort that came out from Forever’s mouth was more of a result of Pac's unfairly squeezing his belly non stop instead of a reaction to the affronted shout, the one with blue hoodie not throwing any other remark or getting lost in any dark thought. The blonde counted that as a win for him.
“Tá bem engraçadinho, mas você não vai conseguir me distrair. Sabe, o Badboy me falou algo muito interessante sobre você que ele descobriu mês passado…” (You think you’re being funny, huh. But you’re not going to distract me. You know, Badboy told me something very interesting about you that he discovered last month…)
Mike finally got right in front of him and Forever immediately started kicking in his direction to keep those offending fingers away from his torso at the same time that he continued to attempt to pry Pac’s hands - that somehow seemed to sense the exact spots he was the most sensitive and concentrate all their pinches, scribbles and tickly efforts on them over and over again - until the attack forced Forever to press his lips on his shoulder to contain the blossoming laughter and embarrassing squeals that tried to escape from his mouth.
His efforts to not let any sound out, however, were demolished when, in his distraction, Mike grabbed his ankle and grinned like a shark that finally got his prey.
“Eu preferia uma mãozinha, mas já que é isso que você tá oferecendo…” (I’d rather you gave me a hand, but since you’re offering…) And, locking the leg in a headlock, his fingers began dancing across his sole, walking around his arch and giving some special attention to the extremely ticklish space right under his toes, skillfully dodging any kicks that this move resulted in and breaking Forever’s barriers instantly.
Forever’s booming laughter filled the air in a free dance of joy, mirth and a warmth that filled his heart when he remembered just how long had it been since all of them could just get together and goof around a bit, no kidnappings or imminent dangers in their minds for a blissful pieces of time.
[~*~]
“Soooo, guys, I think I’m heading out, now.” Forever kept jumping on the trampoline, restless energy running on his veins after talking to Phil about his journey in the Nether. The virus hadn’t spread a lot those last days, but the conversation was hard, not only because of how, primarily, exhausting it was to go through all of it, but because for some reason something in him made he almost feel compelled to shut his mouth and not say a single word about the infection to anyone else.
They played and gave each other a few remarks and pokes of fun when Philza asked for Forever to take off his shirt in the bunker, careful touches analyzing the skin around the ébano substance glued on his back and in the nape of his head. Even so, it made the blonde want to hide away the result of his journey. Forever never have been ashamed of his body. He used to walk around shirtless, on the good old, first days on the island, afterall. But if he was being honest... he was afraid about that infection, and Philza didn’t seem very relieved about it either.
It was a literal mark about how he had failed in absolutely every single sense and chance he had out there. In finding any clue, in getting their kids back, in saving Walter Bob or even himself. In the end, he was not able to do any of this.
That is the President of Quesadilla Island, everyone.
(“We’re going to talk with Cucurucho and demand answers about what the fuck is this.”
Forever gave a humorless chuckle, happy that the children were outside playing so they weren’t here to witness how defeated he sounded for a second before adjusting himself to a playful grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, Philza, he is very good at this. Giving us answers, right?”
“We have to try. If someone knows about this it is the Federation.” Philza brushed the other’s sarcastic ‘há!’ easily and moved until he was right in front of the brazilian, capturing his eyes in a firm stare. “And if they don’t have anything, we’re going to find our own answers.”
Forever nodded, not really believing.
“You worry too much, my friend.”
“Exactly. I already told you but I will repeat it until it gets through your thick skull: I always will worry and I’m not leaving you side, mate.”
For a moment words escaped from his tongue, a mix of feelings of ‘safe’, ‘happy’ and ‘embarrassment’ filled his chest before he got a hold of his senses.
“Alright, alright, alright.”
This time, when he smiled there was a light back into his brown, tired eyes.
“You know, Philza, you really need to get over me, man. The line continues, I’m already moving forward and you still try to romance me, it’s- what is the word? Oh, embarrassing, hehehe”
The avian took advantage of his position to hit the other upside his head, a surprise snort being fished from his lips.
“Oho, shut the fuck up. You’re the one who is still on this!”)
And yeah, maybe he was just making a strategic retreat after showing vulnerability, but who could blame him, really? No one, that’s who. He would be out before they did try.
“Come on, Richas, vamo de Megabase.” (Let’s go to Megabase) He called, getting out of the trampoline when the boy kept painting and paid him no mind. Tallulah, however, stopped writing on a book to go to him, Chayanne turned to look from his place next to the grill nearby, already testing a new recipe.
The girl placed a sign and stared at him with attentive eyes, lips firmly pressed in a shadow of disappointment. ‘You already going?’
(God. He really missed the sound of little steps and signs being placed. They missed it all so much.)
Forever internally winced. He really didn’t spend a lot of time with Chay and Talullah since they’re back, letting them enjoy more time with Phil and just making quick check ins once in a while. He also took the last days to spend as much time as he could with Richas, afterall.
“Yeah... sorry, Talullah, but me and Richas still have to finish our project, right Richas?”
Still no answer from the younger one, too concentrated in every stroke to pay the conversation any mind.
Forever chuckled, sensing a chance for some mischief. Cleaning his throat, he lifted his voice from the usual soft tune he always used with Tallulah to a more taunting tune, making it louder so Richas could listen perfectly well.
“Ohhh, but maybe you can go and help me to make it, right, Talullah? You’re such a nice, helpful egg who listens to your parents when they call you, just like Chayanne. Richarlyson could take some examples from his older siblings more, tsk.” The president had to hold the snickers when he saw the red cow head stop and slowly, threateningly slowly, turn around to face him, Richas letting go of the brush to squint their eyes at him. Talullah and Chayanne rolled their eyes, amused, already used to the playful banters between father and son. “But ahh, he just never listens. Oooh, I have an idea! While Tallulah helps me with the decoration, Chayanne, you can go too and make your delicious barbecue there to keep us- AH!”
The surprised shout was a direct result for when the younger launched himself at his father in protest and began roughhousing immediately, both descending in growls and portuguese for a few couple of minutes before Forever laid a satisfied Richas on the floor, who immediately placed a sign.
‘Pai, stop. I’m making Pepito’s birthday present, let me finish it >:0 we can go Mebase later :D’
“Ok, ok, I get it, I get it. You like Pepito more than your own father. Yeah, yeah, no Richas, no, I get it.” He began fake sniffing and making crying noises, leading to a Richas kicking his leg in a clear message of ‘stop the dramatics’ before going back to the canvas. “Ok, ok, warn me when you finish your drawing then, we can stay a little more.”
The three kids danced in excitement.
(...)
He is not sure how exactly he had ended up in this position.
Talullah and Chayanne were secure and cozy his arms, half because of a poke of fun at Philza that started with a joke ten minutes ago and they just kept it running and half as a parting hug that was stiffly (but still very carefully) answered by Chayanne and warmly by Tallulah. Forever enthusiastically squeezed and hugged them even tighter. A bit jealous of how Philza could shield them both with his wings during their own hugs and how he could only wish that his arms would be strong enough to defend them when the time comes.
“OK, now it’s for real. Richas, let’s go!”
But, when Richarlyson appeared in front of him, paints and canva already put inside his backpack, his smile had a different tint in it and, between his curls, Forever could recognize the flame that always appeared when that kid’s inner demon - not his terrifying artistic alter ego, though, the general demon that lives inside every rascal kid - woke in search of chaos.
He immediately became wary.
‘Chay, Talluh, can I tell you a secret about Pai Forever? 0-0’
Both siblings immediately nodded.
“Ohh, gossip. I like, I like.” Philza snorted at the affronted look in Forever’s face.
“Vai contar nada, vai contar nada, seu muleque atentado! Nem sei o que tu vai falar, mas não vai falar não. Que que é isso, Richarlyson, tá se virando contra o seu próprio pai?” (You’re telling nothing, you’re telling nothing, you absolute brat. I don’t even know what you’re about to say but you’re telling nothing. What is it, Richarlyson, are you turning against your own dad?)
During the entire scold Richas kept jumping around in circles with the utmost, simple delight, wiggling his body and tail in sync in front of Forever, as if daring him to let go of the other two eggs to go and actually catch him, like a cat looking deep into your eyes before throwing the cup right off your table.
He put a sign on the ground.
‘Pai Forever is absurdly, awfully, very, very, ticklish. And it’s so funny because he always agrees to give us anything when we tickle attack him at home.'
“WHAAAAAT! RICHARLYSON, TU VAI FICAR DE CASTIGO, SEU OVO SAFADO. VAI PASSAR O RESTO DA VIDA NAQUELE CASTELO ASSOMBRADO LÁ DO TEU PAI CELLBIT. VOU CHAMAR O ELMARIANA PRA PUXAR TEU PÉ DE NOITE” (RICHARLYSON, YOU’RE GOING TO GET GROUNDED, YOU RASCAL. YOU’RE GOING TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN YOUR DAD CELLBIT’S HAUNTED CASTLE. I’M GOING TO CALL ELMARIANA TO PULL YOUR FEET IN THE NIGHT.)
His kid, his beautiful, beautiful baby boy that he would explode the entire island for and go through the literal hell all over again if it meant that he would be finally safe, only looked at him in a confused expression - as if the lil shit just couldn’t tell why his dear pai was running away from him as he tried to get closer - and began following his steps as Forever tried to put distance between them, holding Chayanne and Talullah the farthest away from his torso that he could while the two squirmed trying to escape and attack.
In the end his back ended up hitting the tree and, without being able to get his items to flee, he had nowhere to go.
“Wait, wait, wait, don-” A chortle escaped the very exact moment Richas began drilling on his sides, making Forever want to bounce up and down with the sudden tickly energy that shot through his entire body, leaving his mouth with a big, dazzling smile and his arms to fall in an attempt to protect himself from the tickling, which inevitably brought the other children close and sealed his fate.
Tallulah was bold, briefly looking at his face for any sign of discomfort before carefully shoving her claws under his armpit, scratching the ticklish skin with ease, but for the loud shriek that this resulted one could think that she just unlocked a full, unmerciful on a tickle attack.
Chayanne took a bit longer, giving his surroundings and sky a wary look, as if a monster would appear the very second he lowered his guard, only to end up finding his father’s gaze, who was watching at them with a soft expression and nodding encouragingly. The little (way to young) warrior relaxed and also took the job of scribbling, encircling and digging (just the tiniest bit, he had to be mindful about his claws after all) the other armpit, fish just more squeals and plenty of gleeful laughter with that.
Forever felt like he was about to jump out of his skin, his body going crazy at the ‘it tickles, it tickles so so much!’ feeling while his brain was still caught in the need to not move around too much to not hurt any kid with his squirms. All of which ended up with the blonde doing a weird little dance around the spot that brought plenty of giggles and amused snickers from the young ones.
Now, the similarity between Philza and Bad is that, while he wasn’t exactly the one who created it, Philza was more than inclined and wouldn’t necessarily refuse to add to a chaotic situation it if the chance came, if he felt like it.
That is why he stepped close, winking at them. “I think it’s better if you just agree to their terms, Forever.”
“I-I” the adult tried to bite back another giggling fit, but their tickles were so goddamn light and maddening- “I don’t even snk know what thehey want!”
“Just agree to give them anything then.”
Forever shook his head. He knew his son enough to understand how much of a pain in the ass that decision could become.
“Needing more convincing? Well, kids, you saw it.”
“Filho da puta-” (Son of a bitch-), and Forever threw his head backwards in more laughter, more squeaks, more half squirms.
Now, Philza may not know Portuguese. However, six months sharing an island with 7 brazilians and plenty of reasons to swear taught him well what some words meant. He snorted, half amused and half affronted.
“Do NOT swear in front of the children.” Then, a wicked grin was formed in his expression.“You know what? I think the eggs need a little help.”
Forever’s eyes got wide when he saw the avian stepping close, cracking his fingers, making an electric shiver run across his spine and spread through his nerves, making his fingertips tingle with adrenaline and anticipation.
His legs tensed in preparation for the chase, unfortunately, his son knew him too well.
In a blink Richarlyson threw himself on his legs and hugged them, successfully stopping him from even trying to escape. And those extra pieces of time were all that Philza needed. As fast as he was to defend and attack, he positioned himself right in front of the president, firmly pressing his shoulder to the tree and not really, truly, preventing him from escaping, but successfully securing him in place, in the same time.
“Ok, kids, what I know for a fact is that his neck is a very bad spot…” He demonstrated it by lightly tracing and wiggling his nails on said place, all of the dragon hybrids watching attentively as the action made Forever lose himself in a sea of snickers and yelps, a stronger reaction only coming out when two more tiny hands got mixed in the fun when Chayanne and Talullah tried mirroring their dad.
“But a spot that could make him cave…” Philza hummed before turning to the young one with a red mushroom cow head. “What do you think, Richarlyson? His hips or the back of his ribs?”
Richas looked at his dad.
At how dark have been the circles under his eyes since he came back, at how he kept chatting with the islanders but never truly talking to them, how he always kept running off to another project or meeting, always saying that Richas was his son and his best friend and the only one he could trust when they got caught up in the middle of the night building and decorating his base.
He saw how, until now, he hadn’t run away. Through the teases, the attacks and tickles, he stayed.
And so, he smirked.
Placed a sign.
‘Both?’
“Geez, I’m never getting into a tickle fight with you, mate.” Even so, the avian reflected his smirk right back at him and both turned to look at Chayanne and Talullah, who nodded in understanding and placed their claws on the back of his ribs.
“Nononono! Wait!” Philza placed his free hand on his hips, thumb pressing the spot right above the bone, the palm resting on the back of his spine. Forever’s speech became more high pitched and much faster, with nervous, delirious chuckles already spilling and spinning in the air. “None of you said what you wanted from me! That is not justo, uh, just, huh, fair! Calma aí, come on, wait, wait, wait!”
They did not, in fact, wait.
For a second, once again, everything else in the world disappeared. There were no code monsters, no Federation, no Purgatory or anything else but the warm, electric feeling of fingers and claws prodding, pinching and scratching that took over his entire senses, making his laughter ring free in a song composed of yelps, shrieks, squeals and snickers that filled the air. There was nothing else but the fun, the joy and the warmth of a careful touch and silly taunting smiles that his heart melt with care over and over again.
In the end, after more laughter, plenty of teasing and lots of snorts, they finally agreed to ask him to visit them again after a couple of days for a nice picnic. A request which, in between leftover chuckles, plenty complains and a few gleeful tears, Forever agreed, a plan of vengeance already forming in his brain.
#Ler!Philza#Ler!Tallulah#Ler!Bad#Ler!Richarlyson#qsmp tickling#Ler!Chayanne#Ticklish!Forever#Ler!Pac#Ler!Mike#I loved the idea of Philza using his feathers for evil tickly purposes ok like PLEASE it has so much potential!!!#Also I didn't add a tickle scenario with Cellbit and Forever and yeah I am sad too but I couldn't imagine it so :(#Very sad face the divorced keep losing :(#cheer up tickles#I don't think Tallulah and Chayanne were too true to their character here but I tried. I only started watching Phil's pov recently :")#Phil and Forever at every second around each other: he is so not over me like god that is so embarrasing how much he still wants me geez#Bad and Forever actively annoying each other gives me so much happiness like <3 <3 <3 yeah yeah get insufferable plssss#Look I am all but a simply person who LOVES hurt/comfort and an entire arc that showed us one of my faves characters going thro hell and-#-being SAVED by his friends and family who literally refused to let him lost himself no matter how much he was forced to push them away?#HECK YEAH#Look look I still lay awake in my bed thinking about Phil saying 'Forever. I know you would've never agreed to that if it wasn't for a-#-good reason' and Forever laughing and saying 'That is the funny part Philza. I never agreed to anything!!'#And he saying that he promised to Chay that he would protect Tallulah no matter what and then he starts laughing 'Isn't that funny Phil?'#AUGH#And don't even get me STARTED about his and Cellbit's screaming match in the end OWWW HOW CAN THEY BE SO GOOD AT RP FUCK MEEEE#Also yeah I am actively ignoring what is happening in canon rn while still adding the virus to my fic like we give them the ol razzle dazzl#qsmp tickles#Kanene's fanfic#Kanene's fic
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not me noticing knives's hair steadily turning black as he becomes a burnt chicken nugget and making me sad
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#this is a rewatch post reading trimax#and the change is obvious to me now geez#it's making me feel all kinds of sad rn#delete later#trigun stampede#millions knives#trigun#i still can't believe he did this to himself#these boys need a hug and family therapy
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Gates: you can't mansplain manipulate manwhore your way out of this one captain
Flint: welp. manslaughter it is then *proceeds to strangle him*
#black sails#we've reached the sad point of the rewatch lads#also the point where you start to be like oh geez flint i dont know if whatever you're hoping to achieve is worth the pain its causing#and then episodes later you get to see what actually happened before the series takes place and you're like ohhhh okay nevermind fuck em!#if there is one motivation i can support its spite so go ahead bestie
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A lil mysta(-shitpost)-dump cuz wääääähhh (you can't just get me into vtube-hell and just leave me like that, what the fuck dude?? /j)
Also here's mystakes with mouths that I quickly drew on phone and sketch/lineart of that colored one:
#mysta rias#goodbye mysta#mystart#mystaworldwide#luca kaneshiro#alban knox#mystakes#shitpost#meme#fanart#I traced over some weird golf-photo in that digital one but can't find the original wuaaa sorry (+that's like 1+y.o. art)#I never bothered to add the stripes on his shirt#Goddamn I am still in disbelief#I admit was never a super active mystake but he was my oshi and and... wuaaah#Tho in my eyes vtubers (at least the corporate ones) appear and graduate somewhat quickly it's still wild#Sad to see him go but knowing that this has been brewing for quite a while lessens it to just bittersweet :")#And ultimately i guess it's better graduate by your own choice rather than forced or just sizzling out#He left one hell of an impact and I feel proud to have been a mystake <3#Geez that got corny oops#I love ranting in the hashtags too much lmao
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