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thepaperpanda · 7 months

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Warnings: bukkake, blowjob, aged-up Kirishima & Bakugo (+21yo), dirty talk, master kink

Synopsis: two brief drabbles about having your face painted white

Author: @doumadono

A/N: welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration, This time, I offer you not just one but two short drabbles within a single piece. I hope you find them enjoyable. Today's prompt: bukkake

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ShigaDabi

Sometimes, the three of you — Shigaraki, Dabi, and yourself — indulged in sexual interactions with each other. Being in a polyamorous relationship with them was a mix of excitement and trepidation. There were moments when they engaged in playful rivalries, each vying for your attention. It was exhilarating to witness their passion, yet at times, it could also be unsettling, as they occasionally clashed over the time they spent with you.

Walking confidently into the center of the room that day, you unclipped your bra and discarded it, allowing your breasts to be free. As you knelt down on the floor, Shigaraki and Dabi surrounded you, they were naked with their cocks hanging free and ready for your mouth.

You gazed up at them with a playful smile, your big eyes eagerly fixated on their excited faces. Without uttering a word, you took one cock in each hand, skillfully stroking them. Your small, delicate hands were wrapped around two already well-endowed cocks. Yet, what truly captivated you was the sight of those sharp, jet-black nails contrasting against their flesh. Curious about the effect, you gently ran your fingernails from one hand up and down one of the cocks, eliciting a deep groan from Dabi. “Arrrgh, watch it, doll,” he snarled through gritted teeth.

You licked your lips, sending him an innocent smile. The excitement of this simple act sent a thrill through you, and it was only the beginning of the adventure.

With both of these erections now rock solid, you eagerly took the first one into your mouth. Your lips, adorned with red lipstick, encircled the head as you skillfully bobbed up and down, gradually taking more of it into your mouth with each motion. The sensation of Dabi’s hardness in your mouth sent shivers through your body, intensifying your own arousal.

You withdrew your mouth from the Dabi’s cock, licking your lips seductively. Then, you turned your attention to Shigaraki's dick, giving it a teasing lick followed by a swift and enticing suck.

Your desire for his cum was evident. You synchronized the movements of your hand with your mouth, working Shigaraki's shaft up and down as you bobbed your head. With each passing moment, you could feel his cock twitching, signaling his impending orgasm. His groans grew louder as he neared climax, and with a powerful jerk, he began to release his load into your waiting mouth.

The sweet taste of his cum filled your senses as it hit your tongue and the back of your mouth. You eagerly swallowed the first few spurts, savoring the flavor. Pulling your mouth back, you allowed his cum to splatter across your face. It was evident that he had been saving up for a few days, as his release continued to spurt onto your cheeks, lips, and nose before slowly dripping down your chin.

“Fuck, yeah, what a dirty, fucking slut,” Shigaraki grunted, his his eyes rolling back in his head. “Your master is proud of you, whore.”

Dabi didn't restrain himself either; he firmly grasped your hair and began thrusting his cock into your mouth, entering without giving you much time to adjust. "I think you forgot about my fucking cock," Dabi grunted, his voice low and teeth gritted. His length reached the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly, but you took it eagerly, the thrill of the moment heightening your arousal. Your response to his assault on your mouth was moaning, all while your hand continued to glide up and down Shiggy's shaft.

After a few minutes, Dabi withdrew from your mouth, leaving a trail of drool hanging from your lips. He stood in front of you, vigorously stroking his erection just inches from your face. The sight of this sent waves of desire coursing through your pussy, making your pulse quicken.

With a deep groan, Dabi began to cum onto your face. Spurt after spurt of his release shot out of his dick as he continued to stroke it, splattering your face with his warm semen. The initial shots landed on your forehead, while the rest covered your nose and cheek, the sensation and scent heightening your arousal even further.

At this point, you were completely drenched in semen. It clung to your skin, some of it trickling down your forehead and chin, pooling onto your cum-coated breasts. A portion had even found its way to your black stockings, splattering onto them, forming intriguing patterns against the black lace tops. The sight of the cum stains contrasting with the lace was undeniably arousing.

"It's time for some more play, right, slut?" mused Shigaraki.

Nodding eagerly, you responded, "Yes, master Tomura."

"Good girl," he said, cupping your cheek with his hand, smearing cum across it.

KiriBaku

Whenever your boyfriends returned from a mission, they were often overwhelmed by a flood of negative emotions that needed to be purged. They sought your support to help them release and cope with these feelings.

Was there a more effective way to release built-up tension than engaging in passionate, intense sex?

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Honestly, it was a bit challenging to put into words just how incredible it all felt. This experience stretched on for hours, and you could proudly declare that not once did you shed a tear, not once did you beg Kirishima and Bakugo to halt, and not once did you take a break. You owned every moment of it.

Both Kirishima and Bakugo would vigorously pound you in either the missionary or doggy style positions, striving to hold off their climaxes for as long as they could manage before finally withdrawing. They sure knew how to be good boys, didn't they?

"Alright, folks, it's finally time to cum," you declared with a cocky grin, dropping to your knees.

Kirishima wasted no time and pushed his impressive length into your mouth, earning a grateful moan that was followed by an attempt to say "thank you" around his massive dick, a futile effort. After thoroughly fucking your face, the red-haired hunk pulled back, and you looked up at him, admiring his glistening, straining muscles as he stroked his gorgeous cock.

"You've been such a good girl for us, haven't you?" he purred.

Meanwhile, Bakugo, standing beside Eijiro, aggressively worked his cock, already slick with your juices. "Tsch, Eijiro, she's always a good girl for us, weird hair," he grumbled.

Gazing up at the ash-blond man, you attempted your most convincing doe-eyed look. "Can I assist you, sir, please?"

He responded with a growl. "Yeah, you dumbass, what kind of question is that?"

You took his throbbing member in your hand, moving it skillfully up and down his shaft, while your other hand massaged Kirishima's weighty ball sack.

"Damn," Kirishima exclaimed, his cheeks flushed with arousal. "She's so good, Katsuki. So damn naughty."

Bakugo let out a derisive snort. "Tsch, I know, right? She's our lewd princess, after all."

And then it happened. It was, without a doubt, the biggest, creamiest, most ridiculously explosive facial you had ever experienced.

Bakugo was the first to reach his climax, releasing his thick, sticky cum all over your face. “Take it, doll, take all of it,” he snarled. It splattered across your nose, chin, and left cheek, before slowly trickling down onto your tits.

Kirishima followed as you gently squeezed his balls one last time. His creamy and runny cum splashed onto your mouth and right cheek, mingling with Bakugo's release in the process. “Oh, fuck!” Kirishima rolled his head back, groaning loudly.

Your face, eyes, nose, hair, and even your chest — everything was drenched in their copious release.

You sensually licked your lips, savoring the remnants of their release. You then scooped some of it up with your fingers, guiding them into your mouth and cleaning them off with deliberate sensuality, all the while putting on a tantalizing show for your boys.

"I believe it's time for some aftercare," Kirishima murmured, leaning in to kiss your lips, a soft moan escaping him as he tasted the lingering essence of both himself and Bakugo on your lips.

"I'll prepare a bath," Katsuki declared simply.

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damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 5 months

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Good Morning

AO3 Link

MC is pleasantly awoken by Ominis

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

18-year-old Ominis and MC are eager to start their lives together after school, and on this particular morning, they are especially eager.

Word count: 2,963

Arrrgh I apologize this took so long, this time of year is crazy for me and it's difficult to write. :( I was inspired to write this by @tamayula-hl's art of Ominis and MC here. Please go look at her beautiful art, even if you've already seen it before 😌💚

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A soft breeze sighed through the deep green leaves of summer trees. It carried sounds of crickets that floated in through the open window and settled in the warm room. MC’s skin tingled as she lay on her side, head propped up by an arm and legs demurely placed one atop the other. She was surrounded by overstuffed pillows, warm blankets and silky sheets. She was dimly aware of a gossamer shift that barely covered her from her chest and shoulders down to her hips. Each time she moved, the way the little gown caressed her warm hips and her firm nipples felt exquisite. She was far too distracted to be bothered by how revealing the dress was, however, because reclining next to her was her beloved Ominis Gaunt. He wore a rakish, loose white shirt with dark trousers and was busy running his fingers over the beguiling material of her tiny gown. His face was lifted up into a small smirk as he marveled at how one piece of clothing could be so small and cover so little. His starry eyes sparkled bright blue as his fingertips glided. Oh, how MC wished she could swim in those eyes.

"My beautiful wife," Ominis murmured, his voice melodic and sweet. "How fortunate that I have you all to myself. I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you, and this pretty little dress is not helping matters."

MC blushed and felt every word in the English language evaporate from her imagination. She could only manage a gentle, affectionate laugh in response.

MC reached up to stroke Ominis' immaculate blond hair. His eyes slid shut as he leaned into her hand and his lips parted. Silky gold strands slipped through MC's fingers as she drank in her husband’s beauty. Every feature of his angelic face was sheer perfection, from the beauty marks that decorated the side of his face to his striking eyelashes and his dramatic cheekbones. MC resisted the sudden urge to smother him with soft kisses. As much as she wanted to give in to the urge, she knew the subtle expression on Ominis’ face; he wanted more. He opened his eyes, now full of desire as his smile ever so slowly faded. His fingertips stroked up MC’s side, dragging the edge of the little dress upward a few more inches. His hand wandered up to her jawline and swept her face with his thumb until he found her lips. He leaned forward and pushed a tender kiss to them... and then another... and another. Each kiss betrayed his true desires, stoking a flame deep inside both of them. The kisses grew more forceful and audible until Ominis could resist no longer, and he gently rolled MC onto her back and hovered over her.

MC’s dress was now hiked up to her waist, completely exposing her lower half. She suddenly felt a tug at her hair. Ominis had grabbed a fistful to tilt her head back and gain access to her neck. She moaned Ominis' name as he traced his lips along an artery that flared to the beat of her fluttering heart. He parted his lips and let his tongue trail along while his knee unceremoniously pushed her legs apart and nestled against her bare core.

"Ominis," MC gasped as her hips bucked. He merely chuckled and pushed his knee harder against her, rolling it at a slow, steady rhythm. The fabric of his trousers felt indescribably satisfying against her soaked and needy core.

As her hips lifted from the soft bed beneath them both, Ominis tugged upwards at MC's dress. He dragged it up her body, delighting in her little moans and giggles as the fabric brushed over her skin. Ominis hungrily pressed his mouth to her naked skin as he pushed the clothing away, letting his warm breath fan out across her stomach, then her hip, then up her side to her ribs.

"All mine," Ominis breathed as the minuscule dress bunched under MC’s arms. "Every inch of your beautiful body is mine to do with as I please."

MC whimpered and rutted against Ominis' knee again. He began his descent back down her body, planting small kisses as he went, as if to remind her in case she ever forgot what they felt and sounded like.

Suddenly, the world around MC began to melt to nothingness, and she became disappointingly aware of the fact she had been dreaming.

"Good morning," Ominis murmured. His lips scarcely left her legs as he warmly greeted MC.

MC blinked the sleep from her eyes and became aware of Ominis kissing up and down her thighs, separated from her skin by only her single layer of undergarments. She had been lying on her back, and Ominis had been overcome by his affection for her; he gently held her knees up with each hand as he kissed up and down each soft limb. She tried to move but found herself tangled in robes and blankets—and Ominis—on a large, overstuffed couch. Surrendering to the bind of clothing and her sweetheart, she let a smile curl her lips upwards as she enjoyed the affection Ominis heaped upon her. She began to recall details of falling asleep on his warm chest in the Room of Requirement the night previous.

MC had been trying to remember if they had been studying or had simply found a quiet place to mutter sweet nothings and hold each other tight when she felt the brush of her undergarments against her thighs. She looked down at Ominis who was dragging warm, heavy kisses down her thighs. She reached out to lovingly stroke at one of his hands beneath her knees and take in the sight of him.

Ever the prim young gentleman, Ominis had likely been up for some time and had already combed his hair back in place. He was wearing a smart vest and slender trousers—the kind of trousers that easily betrayed his desires when he was in the company of his young lady.

"Did you sleep well, my love? I heard you muttering. I do hope you were having pleasant dreams," Ominis said between kisses.

"I—yes," MC answered softly. A blush rose in her cheeks until she was sure even Ominis could detect the heat in her face.

"What did you dream in that pretty head of yours?" he mumbled into her leg.

"We... were married," MC shyly replied. Ominis paused, and MC glimpsed a sweet smile on his face as he imagined an entire lifetime together with MC. "We had the most beautiful, luxurious bed, and..."

"Yes?" Ominis urged as he resumed his affection. "Don't stop now—I enjoy where this is headed."

MC giggled and nudged at his shoulder playfully. "It was a warm summer night. I could hear crickets. You were wearing such a handsome shirt and pair of trousers. And you had just begun to take a tiny dress off of me."

Ominis groaned. His kisses had stopped entirely, and he was enraptured by her words. "Exactly how tiny?"

MC took one of Ominis' hands from her knee and guided it up to the side of her hip where her uniform skirt hugged her figure, wrinkled from a night of being curled up on a couch in Ominis’ arms. Ominis' hand skated to her front, and he imagined how truly little the dress had covered.

Ominis sighed sharply. "Dear Merlin—if such a dress exists, I need you in it.”

MC smiled and cupped his jaw in her hand. “Perhaps someday I’ll just have to wear such a thing for you.”

Ominis resumed kissing MC with renewed enthusiasm. “Then I greatly anticipate the day... just one more reason why I cannot wait to be done with school next month so I may make you my wife.”

MC sighed blissfully and leaned back into the cushions supporting her head. “We’ve been waiting for two years, yet it feels like a lifetime. I can’t wait to have our own house where I may come home every evening to fall into your arms and make the sweetest of love.”

MC quietly gasped as Ominis nipped at the inside of her thigh. He smiled with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Then we had better start practicing, hadn’t we?”

Ominis reached up to the waist of MC's skirt to grip it lightly. His question was silent, but clear.

MC beamed, squeezing his hand affirmatively. “You’ll take any excuse to get me out of my clothes, won't you?”

Ominis chuckled and slid her skirt and undergarments over her hips. “Only because you’re irresistibly beautiful.”

The fabric tickled her skin delightfully as Ominis teasingly slid her clothing down her thighs and finally dragged them along her shins until he gracefully pulled them off completely and tossed them to the floor.

MC could feel she had been aroused for far longer than she had been awake. Arousal was dripping from her core. Ominis noticed it too as he ran the backs of his fingers up between her legs and leaned down to her ear.

“You’re so pretty, my little hummingbird,” Ominis whispered. “And so eager, too. You’re practically dripping, and we’ve only just begun.”

Ominis skated his free hand down the inside of her thigh until it came to rest over her warm core. MC gasped quietly.

Ominis leaned back and touched his lips to MC’s knee as softly as he could manage before dragging them down MC’s thigh. She groaned as his practiced lips trailed fiery need in their wake. By stark contrast, each soft exhale was like delicate snowfall over her skin. She moaned Ominis’ name as his mouth wandered closer to the base of her thigh.

In his typical mischievous fashion, Ominis diverted himself and began kissing up her abdomen. Her hips bucked once as she moaned. Merlin, this boy knew what he was doing and exactly how to make her wait for what she wanted.

Ominis chuckled and ran the tip of his tongue up to her stomach. MC’s chest flared violently, and she gripped his hair in a fist.

“So soft and sweet,” Ominis murmured into her skin. “And so sensitive.”

On cue, goosebumps rolled over MC’s body, and she began quietly panting. Ominis only chuckled and gave her a teasing smile.

“Where is it that you want my lips, my beautiful little hummingbird?” he asked liltingly against her skin. “Wherever you desire is where I shall put them—all I ask for in return is your most sordid little noises.”

“I want you between my legs,” MC gasped. “I promise I’ll be good, Ominis, please.”

Ominis appeared satisfied and trailed more slow and tender kisses back down her abdomen. He smiled against her smooth skin as he finally delved between her legs. His lips softly touched her entrance: one of his favorite secret little places to which only he and MC were allowed. He flicked his tongue once and heard MC whisper his name and grip his hair tighter. He rose back up with her arousal on his lips and made a show of hungrily licking them. MC would have kissed him if she were close enough.

“Louder,” Ominis smirked as his head dipped again. He kissed her core over and over and gently nibbled at her. MC moaned again and felt her face light up a bright red.

Ominis smiled and gently spread her further with his thumbs. His kisses grew louder as he worshipped her soaked core. His tongue coyly snaked out and probed for any spot that made her gasp as he lapped at her arousal.

“So beautiful,” Ominis mumbled. “I wonder how I’ll make you cum this time…”

MC whimpered. The sound reverberated in sync with her hips rolling up into Ominis’ mouth. She gently placed a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.

“Such a good, obedient girl,” Ominis crooned. “Just like that. Let me hear how aroused you really are by my tongue.”

Ominis explored and prodded at everything he could reach, all while MC gasped and whimpered, gripping his hair to keep him firmly in place. The soft, warm tip of his tongue stroked up to the left of her eager clit, over the top and down the right side before closing his lips over the needle little organ and gently sucking. MC nearly screamed his name as she begged him for release. He couldn’t help but flick at her with his tongue as he did, and MC cried out loudly enough for her voice to ring in their ears for a moment afterwards. MC whimpered in embarrassment, but Ominis felt around for her hand and squeezed it reassuringly as he released a moan of his own. Her arousal dripped down onto the blankets underneath her.

Ominis pulled his lips away and licked them. “Like a beautiful little rose bud,” he murmured. “You taste incredible.”

“Ominis, I—oh, please don’t stop,” MC panted.

The young couple had been treating each other to this kind of affection for months now, yet each time Ominis had his head between her legs, it felt like the first time all over again.

The flat of Ominis' tongue massaged her in large, smooth circles that made MC buck her hips. She whimpered and tangled her fingers in his hair.

Ominis’ tongue stopped, and he began to speak with his lips still pressed to her.

“So what will it be, darling? Shall I tease your cute little clit, massaging you until you’re begging me for permission to cum, or shall I give you my fingers and let you desperately fuck my hand like the good little slut you are?”

“Anything,” MC panted, heavily distracted. “Just make me cum—please.”

Ominis gave a thoughtful smile. “Perhaps you’ve earned both. You’ve been so good for me, telling me all about your dirty little dream, making me want you in that tiny dress and making all sorts of beautiful noises.”

Before MC could respond, Ominis leaned down and took tiny licks of her clit as if he were tasting the sweetest candy. Each little stroke pulled another tiny whimper from MC. Her entire body twitched slightly as she felt her slowly approaching climax. Ominis’ fingers pushed their way inside her and began pumping. MC arched her back and nearly shouted.

The wet sound of his fingers excited him, and a deeply intense expression clouded his face.

“I want you to look at me,” Ominis growled. “Look at how eagerly you spread your legs for me and me alone, my tongue on your pretty little cunt as you take my fingers inside you. I want you to remember this so you’ll always know what your pretty moans and the intoxicating taste of your arousal do to me... you would do well to remember who your perfect clit and delicious arousal belong to.”

MC was panting as Ominis took another languid stroke up her core and pumped his fingers deeper into her. She felt her abdomen begin to coil tightly, and her grip on his hair tightened as moans once again escaped her lips and echoed off the walls of the Room of Requirement.

“Ominis, please—" she gasped.

“Cum for me, darling,” Ominis purred seductively. “Be a good girl, now, and clench around my fingers.”

MC was no match for Ominis’ honeyed words and the curling of his fingers inside her, and her back arched again as she crescendoed into wave after wave of pure pleasure.

“Oh, yes—Ominis, oh—don’t stop…” she gasped. Ominis growled deeply, stubbornly holding pressure on her clit and against her walls until she slowly came back down.

Finally, after what felt like a blissful eternity, MC's breaths slowed as her euphoria came to a satisfying end. Ominis withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, taking care to make a show of how much he loved the taste. MC felt a pleasant tingling deep inside her as she watched him, her body reluctant to fully come down from orgasm.

In her hazy afterglow, MC gently pulled at Ominis' clothes, and he slid up to rest his entire weight upon her. Small waves of residual pleasure coursed through her veins as she stroked Ominis' hair while he laid his head on her chest.

"Is my little hummingbird's appetite finally quelled?" Ominis teased.

"For now," MC sighed, allowing her eyes to slide shut. "I think we need to sleep here more often if this is how we start our morning."

Ominis chuckled and slowly pushed himself to a sitting position. MC pouted for a moment at losing her source of warmth and love until she caught the sound of rustling clothing. She looked down at Ominis again to find he was undoing the front of his trousers. MC could already see part of his hardened manhood trying to break free of its confines.

MC raised her eyebrows in interest. "Well, hello there," she murmured as she sat up and reached forward to affectionately stroke Ominis’ beautiful cock with the backs of her fingers. “It seems you need some attention, too.”

Ominis sighed blissfully at her touch. He allowed himself to be guided down onto his back by MC and practically melted as her fingers delicately wrapped around his length.

“Wait…” Ominis suddenly said as his hand reached out to gently touch MC’s. “Do you need anything before we continue? Breakfast? Some water? You only woke up a short time ago.”

MC smiled and pressed a small kiss to Ominis’ tip. He groaned and nearly forgot what he had just said.

“I can wait,” she replied playfully.

“It might be a while,” Ominis muttered with his own smirk.

“I don’t mind—something tells me I’ll get to have an appetizer before we head down for breakfast together,” MC said with a mischievous smile.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy smut #ominis gaunt smut #Isabel Greymoore

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pengemis-receh · 2 months

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I'm back!

Uuuugh I was exhausted from my last post to this day. Mainly because I was a bit busy with my work and my daily lives.

And after this post, I might update late again. So... Apologize for that.

So to compensate that, here's another chapter. (Aaaaand to you anon!)

You can read the previous one here

Bzzt-BAM!

Arrrgh!!

The golden eyed grabbed his neck to hold the pain. It was unbearable when the mark was plastered on sensitive skin. 319 furiously grunted looking back at another teen wearing a full covered suit. Directly searching for eye to eye through the soldier's helmet.

It's because of the fact that this person showed up.

It's because of the fact, he was just a mere worker and his opposite got more in control than him.

And it's because of what he did before this moment.

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"Tch! This is your replacement? What are you? A skinny puny little rat like you will be watching us?? Is your system running out of manpower, eh, EH?? Cube people--?!"

Bzzt-BAM!

The air was drastically heavier in seconds as the sound of a taser gun struck a massive hit to the loud worker's neck. A high tone of gasp spread fast when the man flawlessly fell onto the brown arid floor. Every sight was now centering on the young soldier who was three times skinnier than him. Handing a smoked Taser gun directly to the fallen man's head, ready to shoot if he ever woke up.

"Anyone else wants to deny?"

That robotic tone from the young soldier stunned everyone who arrived at Bago Go’s. The scene made other soldiers amused, whereas the workers were only shocked by such horror. It was rumored by ex-criminals that Gur'latan's younger generations nowadays were imperious living in the most advanced country in the world, but he never realized how arrogant before their eyes.

"HAHAHA! You bring a feisty one, perfect!" A loud booming laugh from Oju Ju broke the tension for a little while giving his ‘biggest’ slap on the said soldier’s back. He then walked to the center of the crowd as he presented his speech, “Attention to all! From this day forward, This fellow soldier here will be my disciple! Tomorrow he will be in charge of sector B-8! Respect him fully as one of the Cubulus’ Forces. Are we done? Get back to work!”

The whole silent phase instantly full of life with all machines and friction of scrapped cube collide. Not once did the workers lay eyes on said new soldier when the teen were experiencing a sudden idol boom phenomenon. Questions popped out one by one like most reporters did to their clients.

“How well do you learn to use weapons at such a young age?”

“Who recommend you join these forces, young fella?”

“Do you join all by yourself?”

“Why don’t you prefer to join Forces at Baraju than here? That place had more potential for you, kid.”

All questions sounded dissonant through the soldier’s ear as his sight locked on the skinny young man in the middle of the giant aliens. The Golden eyed youngster’s looked drastically pale when the soldier turned slightly in his direction. His both hands gripped the shovel hard as if he was looking at a ghost. 319 couldn't see behind that helmet. But he can tell the soldier's side lip went upwards as he was satisfied finding the target amongst the crowds.

The soldier’s lucky day couldn’t be better than this.

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Their gaps were close. Despite their heights being coincidentally similar, one of them was all four on the ground in tremor towards the steady opponent. Still no sign of lessering his taser gun.

“Who told you to sleep?”

The robotic voice woke the golden-eyed teen. Just by the tone, the pickling sweats covered most of his face, his back, and all of his body. How the hell could the youngest personnel take control of a bunch of adults older than him? It was only a small crash of the black hair with white stripe boy accidentally did! That soldier was more ruthless than Oju Ju!

He had an idea, it was a gamble surely if your nose was almost five feet away from the tip of the gun. 319 was convinced he practically heard the buzzing electronic noise from it.

“For being a new recruiter….” He took a short breath while slowly standing on his feet. Slightly rickety but with the big pile of iron beside him as hand support, he let out his breath when he was finally on two feet, “...You sure are young like I am.”

The opponent re aimed towards the golden eyed boy without losing his grip, “You have no permission to communicate with the Cubulus Forces.”

Great, making a small dialog with the soldier was a bad idea after all.

“My apologies.”The boy raised two hands in defeat, “But what should I call you then?”

The soldier’s body movement was still unwavering. At this rate, 319 felt he was just talking to a statue more than a robot. So he gave a sigh, it was his only chance to get to know him better, to realize he was not alone in this land, was not gone. He then grabbed his fallen shovel and made a small nod towards his “boss” before departed—

“319.”

His shoulder went lump hearing his name being called by the same tone. What now?

“Hiding a weapon without permission is violating the law of section B-08 paragraph 3.”

This made the said teen’s eyes fully wide. “Sir, I swear I didn’t hide anything! This shovel is all I have!” He presented the item right in front of the opponent with a sudden high tone.

No response from the opposite view as the gun on the soldier's right hand was lowered from targeting the face to the pocket located inside the left side of 319’s uniform. The golden eyed boy looked between his pocket and the soldier in shock. He kept that watch inside. What did he mean by hiding a weapon? This?! This spotless broken watch was identified as a weapon?!

“Hand over the watch to the authorities by all means necessary.”

“Hand over the watch,_____!”

That line unconsciously made him rub the side of his head. He had no idea how similar the line and that scene was before his eyes. It felt realistic within a second that he blinked several times.

“No.”

“Who told you to protest, 319?”

H-huh? good question. He did ask the same thing. He never knew why he said it out loud. “I-I mean, it’s just a watch, isn't it? I-it barely doesn’t work–”

“Hand. over. The watch.”

The gap was closer as the gun was directly near the nose. The advantage of having the same height was the soldier could shoot the target more comfortably than dealing with higher or larger aliens than him. Again, why was he chosen to work in the least job to occupy? There were dozens of good fields to find that gave more benefit for long lasting lives other than this. 319 once overheard one of the troops talk about how low their manpower was compared to other forces from other nations. Yet, this young man here, born and raised from the central nation of the entire world. Who got more chances to be anything and everything in there.

So why…

You know what? It did not matter anyway. He got nowhere else to go after all. 319 exhaled a deep breath. Then grabbed the watch that he hid inside his pants. He accidentally smacked the item onto the soldier’s hand. He did not even mind how rude his act toward the authorities was. He just want this to end—

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“Hiding will not get you anything! Why do you fight against us, ______!?”

BUM! BUM!

“....He’s right. We cannot hide anymore.”

“And surrender like others?! No, they already got Gopal and Qually, Fang!“

“So are the girls, ______ !”

BUM!

“I… I have to do it! Either you run away or so help me! ______ Dual Split!”

“We got this Fang. I suspect there’s another shelter located on the east side of the central place. Go there and call General Kaizo.”

“And leaving you guys alone?!”

“We don’t have much time, Fang! I give you time to escape, now!”

“...tch! Make sure you all stay together or so help me!”

BUM!

“Watch out—Solar!"

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Bruk!

Two seconds. It was only two seconds but the whole scene was exhausting to watch, let alone to experience it. In just two seconds, the golden eyed boy could not handle the weight that he saw from that vision. His two feet unconsciously walked backwards as a response to the opponent walking forward. Unfortunately, the left foot tripped an iron pole that he fell hard on the ground.

The soldier's stance was looking like a real ghost in 319’s eyes. His beating heart was rapidly high. His fast breathing was uncontrollable. And his cold sweat was drastically covering his backside. Yet his tremor hands decided to help him to push backwards until he sense a solid surface for gaining onto his feet. He looked in a slight second before quickly turning 180 degrees and running far away from the young soldier.

He did not have interest to look back at his stolen amusing watch anymore.

....

That's it for now! :D

#boboiboy #boboiboy galaxy #bbb #bbbg #boboiboy au #319 au #Voting day and my previous class teaching session are the blame for this.#But I'm glad it's over now... The voting part I guess #:/#menjawab anon

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cinnaki · 1 year

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A Song of Frost Pt. 1

"What's wrong, TB?" Darci asked, concern clear in her tone. The two had been on a date in the woods outside of town, walking off a large meal.

He stared into the darkness, watching a pale shape dance about. A discarded plastic bag flew past them, bringing about a sigh of relief. "Hah--litter bugs." he joked, noticing his breath fogging. "We should get going, got a test in math tomorrow." Toby groaned.

"Oh no I forgot all about it!" Darci grabbed her hair in frustration. "Why do we even need algebra?"

"Beats me--" Toby took several steps forward, leading the way. His foot caught a root, throwing him down a ditch into a cold, wet wallow. He winced, feeling a cold pain crawl up his spine.

"Darci?!" Toby called out, but hearing no answer, he called again. Once more, and a fourth time with no answer. He turned his head to the mud, catching a glance of white in the corner of his eye. He lurched back, finding it only to be the moon.

"Relax, Tobes, she probably…just can't hear you." he tried to comfort himself, finding it hard to stand, and even harder to escape the mud trap. Once free, Toby tried to remove the mud and leaves caking themselves to his side, only to find them stuck there, frozen solid. "Huh, that's weird. It never gets this cold in Arcadia." he wondered aloud.

A hollow sound pricked his ear, like wind rushing through a cave. "Hhnn--Hello?" he called out, trying to reason with himself. The sound came again, throwing the teen into a panic, fleeing from the small wallow.

Toby never was a good runner, he knew this. The mud became his downfall, hitting the dirt face-first, splitting his backpack open. Supplies, snacks, his cell phone, and unfinished homework spilled out, water seeping into the contents.

"No--no, no, no!" he began with his phone, then shoving the snacks in his pockets before he noticed the last item. A wooden mask, propped against a rock, as if placed there. A trophy he stole from his time in the Darklands

. "Heh--" he tried again, to calm himself. "How'd you get out here?" He reached for the mask, feeling cold breath at his back. His fingers froze on the mask, keeping him there. Afraid to turn around, and unable to move, it was now, that Tobias learned true fear. He could hear lips parting, that sound, the familiar sound of teeth scraping against stone.

The sound shifted into a song, first, as that same hollow sound as before. They held a rhythm. Then, the song changed, morphing into the sound of his alarm clock.

Morning, his warm bed sheets a welcome sanctuary as he awoke in a cold sweat. It had been only days since Tobys' venture into the Darklands. but each night since, he had a nightmare of cold and frost. Teeth coming close enough, but always ending before the attack.

"Wing-man?" ARRRGH!! inquired. He had watched Tobys' fitful dream but dared not wake him.

'I have a big day tomorrow, so I need lots of sleep.' Toby had told him the night before.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a bad dream again," he assured ARRRGH!!, getting up to start his day, ignoring his protectors' concerns. They were just dreams. That thing was stuck in the Darklands. The only ways out were that mirror, and the fetch. Neither were big enough to let it out. Toby was safe here, he told himself.

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Was asked to repost this old fic based on @xdeusxmachinax fic, 31 Days in the Darklands.

It's based loosely off the interaction between Toby and Oddball in the early parts of the fic. More specifically, the consequences of their fight. Part 2 coming soon.

Reposted because something borked HARD on the original post.

#Trollhunters #tales of arcadia #ToA #Toby #Oddball

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asktheglarofam · 1 year

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Dias beeing a bad uncle pt. 1

14th century

Rose summons a light ball.

Dias: “What is it?”

Rose: “You have to Babysit the twins.”

Dias: “Ha-ha no”

Rose: “It would only be for three hours.”

Dias: “THREE- three hours?”

Rose: “Yes, I have to go make some shopping and visit Esper.”

Dias: “Fine. Arrrgh.”

Later…

The white troll with fire for hair opens the door to the house only to be ambushed by his sister.

Rose: “Ok here you are, the twins are sleeping right now wake them up in half an our then they need feeding Cass likes his milk very hot at 34 degrees and Troy likes it normal. Why Cass bites Troy in the ear take him into your arm and try to play with him, when Cass cries, he only needs attention or change, when Troy cries he needs food, change, attention, or something woke him up.

And keep Cass away from Marmalade, Jelly or any fruit based thick liquid in a glass for that matter.”

Dias: “Wait what.”

She walks past him and opens the door.

Rose: “See you later.”

Dias: “Rose wait! “The door shuts loudly “fine just leave me”

Dias walks into the living room and throws himself onto the couch. He looks around the room and then sees a shelve with books he stands up and grabs one of them.

Dias whispers: “Human Revolutions, Surface beasts, War techniques, good enough.”

…an hour passes.

Dias looks around in the room after hearing a weird noise, his view locks at the clock.

Dias: “Shit I have to feed them!”

He runs into the hallway and follows the crying noises into Roses bedroom there he spots a crib and sprints over to it. The thin troll peaks inside to see two small baby trolls in different shades of yellow.

Dias: "You’re as ugly as I remember you."

He grabs the crying one with red hair on the tail with the arms on his back and the other one with his front arms.

Dias: "Come on stop crying." He walks along the hallway to thelivingroom and the kitchen.

He places the twins on the kitchen counter, trying to recall what Rose said. He thinks to himself: "Ok so one Milk hot and one room temperature got it."

He gets milk out of a cabbin and gets two bottles out of anther one and puts an equal amount of milk in both, he was heating up one bottle and didnt notice that the small brown haired troll (Cass) crawled around on the counter to jelly glasses he opened one of them with his mouth and started licking it out.

Dias: Ok milk is ready- OH LIKE HELL YOU ARE!

He tries to remove the small troll from the glass but he clings to it with all his streinght.

Dias: Come on, ok so i guess that makes you cass dias walks over to the other baby troll, with the jelly glass and cass in hand and hands him the bottle, he imediatly starts drinking out of it.

Dias picks the small troll up as soon as hes finished with the bottle. He walks to the bedroom and places the baby in the crib then he looks at Cass who is still licking the Jelly. Dias walks back to the couch with the baby in hand, places him on the couch and sits down next to him with a book.

The hours go by and so does the Jelly.

The small troll had completly emptied the glass but there was one spick of the raspberry flavored sugar load inside. The small troll tried to reach it and them. *plop His head was inside the glass.

Dias heard the noise coming from beside him and sees the small troll licking the walls of his glassy prison.

Dias: "OH. MY. GOD. How did you get in there? D-dont worry ill get you out. Shit rose is gonna kill me for letting you have Jelly. Shit, shit, shit"

Dias tried for ten mi nutes to get the troll out of the glass but nothing worked.

Dias: "Fuck youre gonna suffocicate in there."

Dias hears a noise he knows all so well, the door opening.

Dias: "Shit."

Rose: "I'm home, did anyone die?" She laughs.

Dias: "Not yet."

Rose puts of her coat and walks into the livingroom and the second she walks through the door from the anteroom to the livingroom Cass grabs the Glass covering his head and plops it of.

Dias looks at the small troll in disbelief. The small troll giggles.

Rose: "Aw, did you two have fun?" She walks to the couch and plays with the small trolls feet and then starts tickeling him and the small troll laughs. "Youre so cute"

Dias: "If I ever want children please hit me with a brick."

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Cass: "I dont even remember that"

Dias: "Oh I do vividly"

#story time #trollhunters #ocs

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mitamicah · 3 years

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Spoilers from both Trollhunters the book and Trollhunters the series!

While reading the book I was really impressed with how many differences there were between the character so I have worked on giving my take on six characters from both media, book vs series, and how they differ from each other :3

I should mention that while there was illustrations in the book I tried for the challenge not to copy those but follow along the describtions in the book - when possible - to give my own interpretation of the characters ^v^

Steve

First up we have Steve. Starting out as the stereotypical bully in both version their paths seperates quickly resulting in two different ending for the musuclar blond Jorgensen-Warner is the book version of Steve. Here's how he is described from our first encounter with him: "He was handsome but in the oddest way- He eyes were too small and his nose piggish: he had a ridiculous amount of hair and a couple of teeth that looked like fangs. Yet somehow in combination these features were sort of mesmerising. His unnatural muscular bulk and odd way of speaking -crisply, politely, as if he were a foreign student who had learned English in class - completed the strange package." page 21-22 For his outfit I went with the description of him on page 224 "[my clothes] ... didn't cast me in the best light when compared to Steve Jorgensen-Warner, who looked rather rakish in blue jeans and a shirt - definitely not a blouse - opened to the third button. He dribbled the ball casually with his left hand." The bold passages is added by me This Steve is later revealed to be a changeling aka a troll Before we go on: can any of you explain to me what a "ridiculous amount of hair" even means :'D? I had a lot of trouble with this prompt because isn't this so darn subjective :'D? and the official art look way less ridiculous than I'd figure it'll be :'D x'D Palchuk is the series version of Steve. His facial appearance being way less specific (I'd say he has normal sized eyes, a big roman nose and some more or less normal teeth) and his way of speaking is definitely not polite. Like book Steve, this Steve starts out with pushing smaller guys into lockerrooms yet after that he becomes way less of a terrifying bully and much more of a silly goose who brings a lot of the comic relief in my opinion Douxie says it best in Wizards when he calls Steve the "village idiot" x'D I do not recall seeing Steve being that sporty in the show, he is much more interested in becoming homecoming king no basketballs around x'D While book Steve is revealed to be the enemy (a troll) series Steve joins the "good guys" creating the creepslayerz with the character Eli Pepperjack

Blinky

Blinky is just called Blinky in the book Here's a bit of description of him "The third [troll] had scarlet eyes, eight of them on long stems. (...) The thing from my house glided toward me with a surprising grace for something with an indetermined number of legs, all of which were hidden behind a patched kilt scaled with layers of medals, prizes and trophies and award ribbons. An incalculable tangle of tentacles twined around one another as if dying to squeese something to death. As it passed the oven, the firelight revealed olive-green skin, reptilian texture, and lacquer of slime lubricating its undulating appendages Its moth a horizontal gash.. " The bold passages is added by me So yeah this Blinky is quite something :'D I stopped caring to draw tentacles after a while but overall this was silly but fun to draw since his teeth later is described as big as traffic cones I believe he must be very tall :'D Also he's close to blind Has a bit of a dirty mouth but in a very "read" way if it makes sense :'D cannot seem to stop calling Jim dimwitted and tiny and Tobias big :'D Blinky's full name in the series is Blinkus Galadrigal he has six eyes instead of eight and they are all working just fine, thank you very much x'D His tons of tentacles and legs has been replaced by four arms and two legs and while he is still olive-green he is now made of tone like texture just like the other trolls the kilt turned into shorts and he is quite a bit smaller now not even as tall as Jim He still has this very academic way of speaking yet he is way nicer to Jim calling him "Master Jim" instead of "the short one" x'D

ARRRGH!!!

Book ARRGHHH!!!s full name is Johannah Mmmm ARRRGH!!! and she is a pretty big deal warrior among the trolls in the book - she's so badass in fact Blinky has decided to call her by her last name to honor her for her deeds for trollkind Here's a qoute from the book describing her appearance "The goliath emerged from the tunnel as comfortably as a dog from a doghouse, coarse black fur pouring into the chamber before I could make out any actual arms or legs (...) Even beneath the fur I could see loops of muscles flexing. (...) ARRRGH!!! was built like a gorilla but three times larger: Two arms, two legs, and, thankfully, just two eyes. Horns, curled like those of a ram (...) The thing's orange eyes cast about with animal perceptiveness, and it used its snout and sniffed. Its jaws fell open to reveal a purple, slavering mouth armed with haphazard daggers of teeth." Page 75-76 The bold passages is added by me (Also worth mentioning: the qoute is from before the protagonist knows of ARRRGH!!!'s gender which is why he calls her an 'it') At other times in the story we learn that ARRRGH! has quite scarred arms and really wishes for better tooth hygeine; so much so that Tobias actually end up making her a brace out of chicken wire :'D Idk I find it quite adorable :'D Now unto the serie's ARRRGH!!! - first up he is male, his name is Arghaumont and he is famous for another reason than Johannah: he was a general of Gunmar but retreated from the war making him a traitor to his people yet a hero for the good trolls in the series. Series ARRRGH!!! is likewise built like a gorilla but made of stone and having a mane long and green like it is moss his horns is way smaller and less curvy and his teeth hygeine is never brought up also his face is way less dog like x'D

Tobias

Book Tobias' full name is Tobias M. Dershowitz yet he is going by 'Tubby' or 'Tub'. Here is a describtion of him from the book: "You could call Tobias Dershowitz chubby, if you were being cute, or husky if you were being diplomatic. The fact is he was fat, and that was only the beginning of his problems. His hair was a thick, orange, out-of-control hedge. His face spilled over with the kind of freckles that make kids like Tub look like overgrown toddlers. Worst of all were his braces, marvels of modern torment: whips of stainless steel crisscrossing each tooth seperately and lashed to a dozen silver fasteners. The braces clicked so much when he spoke, you expected sparks. At least he was tall..." page 27 The bold passages is added by me The outfit I went with is described on page 259 like this: "He stood in the driveway decked out in his best approximation of a ninja: black tennis shoes, black sweatpants, a black hoodie, a belt made from a red curtain sash, and an oversize fanny pack holding his gear (...) It was unfortunate that the fanny pack was lime green..." To describe Tub is a bit difficult because sadly he is not much in the story as I'd liked - mostly he is being quite serious and let us know he is not happy by being sidelined not speaking troll nor being invited on hunts which I completely understand tbh :'D What I do find interesting is how Tub and series Jim has seem to have switched roles a little bit: In the series Jim is the one giving a speech about how he is insecure about his place in life and how he wants more - in the book this is Tub in more than one occassion: "We have to accept who we are. And before you ask, I'll tell you. We're nobody. We have no life. We have nothing to look forward to. We're not special. I just want it to go away. All of it. The stupid being scared. Doesn't it seem we've been scared forever?" page 37 "Jim, you're wrong. We were meant to do this. This is exactly what we've been waiting for. They've chosen us. Of all people! Us! (...) Jesus, Jim, take a look at my life! You know what I'm worth! To anyone? Zero! Nothing! I'm a fat loser and will always be a fat loser. Until this. This is like a present. Full of, man, I don't know. Hope?..." page 196 (talking about trollhunting here btw) Oh yeah and book Tobias gets this badass scene where he uses his dentist's tool to kill trolls I loved that Now series Tobias is way different :'D first up his name is Tobias Domzalski and his nicknames are Toby and Tobes. He is way shorter and has more neat hair (what is it with the series neating up the hair :'D? x'D). He also seems way cheerier and pretty happy with his place in life more or less Unlike Tub, Toby is in it from the start being an important player in the story He doesn't have the same drive to be something more than he is as Tub has instead Toby is going with the flow starting out quite afraid of everything troll and ended up being as brave as the rest of the team *tbh Jim's scared out of his wits too so they mimic each other x'D* Where Tub has dentist tools Toby gets a badass hammer so I'll say its an upgrade

Claire

First off we have Claire Fontaine, a foreign student from no other than Scotland with a taste for military clothing and liqourice Here's how she's described in the book "She tucked her long dark hair behind her ear and left ir with an adorable smudge of white dust. I thought she was beautiful, though she wasn't in the classic sense. The popular girl would say she wasn't skinny enough. They would also point to the fact that she didn't wear makeup or do anything to tame that hair. And her clothes -well, what could be said about her clothes? Her boots were not sexy and knee-high: in fact, they were ankle-high and rubber-soled and looked picked from military surplus racks, an array of pea-green coats and multi-coloured slacks, all of which looked as if they'd been through actual World War II combat. And that beret she wore before and after school wasn't of the look-at-me-I'm Frensh variety: it was more in the style of I'm-going-to-invade-your-country-and-be-your-new-dictator. Only one thing didn't make sense: that bright pink, exceedingly girlish backpack that inexplicably hadn't one anti-establidh patch sewn onto it (...) Oh, I forgot to mention that Claire Fontain came from the UK. That's right- the girl had an accent. I think you are starting to get the picture." page 30-1 The bold passages is added by me It is hinted at that Claire is quite tall and a great deal taller than Jim (more when I get to him) and she is actually a whole year older than Jim since they both have birthday May 2 but Claire is 16 while Jim is 15 Since Trollhunters in this story is not a "protected title" (aka the chosen hero type) Claire ends up being one herself even though nobody even herself didn't know: AND. SHE. KICKS. BUTT! She's even better than the guy that had 40+ years experience so yeah safe to say she's badass :'D Even before that she has a hilarious scene calling out Steve in the wildest shitstorm of Scottish slang I lived for it x'D She's described quite a few times with lots of bracelets, sometimes made of wire so I gave her a bit of both She's not really a part of the popular group but has her own thing going on Now onto Claire Nuñez the series' version of this badass Here Claire is hispanic and pretty much one of the most popular girls seen around her style is way more ... I've called it punk rock in purple but Idk exactly what to call it x'D she's shorter than Jim and slimmer looking than her book counterpart She enters the story not as a trollhunter but as a victim of having her brother stolen by changelings and as time progresses she becomes a fastlearning and quite competent sorcerer dealing in shadow magic Unlike Fontaine, Nuñes is seen wearing make up, shorter hair with dye in it and hair clips instead of bracelets

Jim

First up we have book Jim. His full name is James Sturges Jr. and lives with his single parent, his dad, after his mother went away the day before his birthday in start May and never returned. Sturges Sr. had been traumatized loosing his brother to trolls although none of the characters didn't know this yet - only Senior had seen the creatures making him paranoid and in turn making Jim very embarrased about his father. At the same time Jim seems to honestly worry for his father and his behavior too makes Jim very cautious and fearful a character. Book Jim is pretty much a typical teenager for the most part He is seen to be a tad clumsy and not exactly brave really. And the author's choice of basically not describing him anywhere made my job way harder trying to be book accurate :'D So I've mostly inspired him of the official illustrations in the book Here's what I could find about our little trollhunter First off: he's a short fellow that is first mentioned on page 14; "Sunshine is important for growing boys." (...) "I am not growing" I took after my dad when it came to size and was still waiting for that growth spurt everyone kept raving about. "In fact I think I'm shrinking." This is brought up most of everything Jim through the movie from him not being able to reach a point of a chalkboard (page 32) to people's dissapointing sighs taking meassurements when he is chosen as Romeo (107) and him wearing super high heels for the same reason (224) but also Blinky directly calling him a "little fellow" (page 127) On page 27 we learn that he is getting a bruise on his chin after being slammed into his locker by Steve Lockers he has been thrown into enough to have learned to open them on the inside :'D He is a skinny fella which Tobias so politely call "lack of muscletone" due to "glandular" at page 120 He is not very good at anything describing his room full of stuff from hobbies he tried and failed at (page 63) The longest describtion about his appearance is probably page 105: "I lowered my eyes and regarded the chewed, dirty fingernails holding my script, thes scuffed shoes on my feet, and realized that these were the symbols of my pityful life: worn-out, insignificant, ready to be thrown beneath Dad's industrial mower" It pretty much says it all when this is the longest quite I could find :'D For the outfit I mostly went by the small describtion on page 89-90: "I tucked the medallion beneath my shirt. After a full day of wearing it, maybe the rest of the suffocating fear would go away too. My plan was to dart into the kitchen, grab my sweatshirt and be out of the house. " I added jeans since he is said to wear jeans on page 283 - the medallion sneak out beneath the sweatshirt/shirt on page 97 which is why I added it on top here as well Now since there's a bit more to both versions of Jim due to their role as the protagonist I've added in a little extra features here being the medallion in the book vs the amulet in the series and the weaponry given to the characters For Sturges we have the medallion who's described like this: "It was a bronze medallion conntected to a rusty chain. It was engraved with a foreboding crest: a hideous, snarling face; indecipherable markings of a sevage language, and a magnificent long-sword across the bottom." page 9 The medallion is treated like it is a common artefact if a bit rare in the book - its purpose is to translate trollspeak for the wearer. Jim is giving two swords in the book; a rusty longsword he calls Clairesword (do I need to explain this one?) and a cutlass he calls Cat #6 after the one cat at Tobias' house that liked Jim x'D For Sturges' personality my feeling about him is that he is a bit more ... passive than his series counterpart. He is not really standing up for himself that much and would rather blend into the background. This qoute from Claire sums him up pretty nicely I believe "You're a good person, Mr. Sturges. A bit gloomy, but good" page 246 I do like that Jim in this version is a Taurus (I am a taurus too x'D) born on May 2nd so that's a plus It is probably also worth mentioning that in this world trollhunters aren't a chosen hero type like in the series: trollhunters or paladin was once a title held by many warriors yet now there's very few left. Sturges was a proud paladin family making Jim a chosen candidate for the honor of becoming a trollhunter but he is not the only one - or even the best - in the book. In fact out of the three trollhunters we learn about I'll say Jim is the weakest (and he is not even the least trained; ouch :'D) Jim doesn't get a nice armour like his series counterpart either but is seen in the illustrations wearing a blue hoodie (like the one in the little doodle) The full name of Jim in the series is James Lake Jr. He is the child of a single parent and lives with his mother whom Jim "mothers a lot" (Tobias' words in the first episode) This Jim is pretty "tall for his age" (Jim's own words uttered quite a few times across all three series) yet with quite skinny legs (he is called out for this by multiple characters). He is much more competent in life than his book counterpart being an exceptional cook, good at Spanish, seemingly alright in PE and at school he seems to stand pretty good if only holding himself back. Unlike book Jim, series Jim seems much more active and longing to be something more than he is - he is seen to be quite brave and protective of his friends, very kind and selfless. Also even from the start he seems much more nimble than his book counterpart being able to climb the robe (a feat book Jim didn't do before later) and with his training as trollhunter he becomes even more badass Trollhunter status in the series is way more important since the title is given to only one chosen warrior of Merlin chosen by the amulet of daylight (the medallion in the book). This also makes the amulet way more special and important in the series which probably explains its shine up from rusty bronze thing to silver and blue. While Lake Jr doesn't have named sword he does have a magical armour and sword made of daylight We do not know the exact birthday of Lake Jr but the creators have replied to a fanquestion saying it would be around fall especially October so by that estimate Jim is probably a scorpio pretty far from the before mentioned taurus in the book While Jim Lake Jr isn't seen with long lasting bruises in the original series he does get two more permanent scars in Wizards

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changlingfamilies · 3 years

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Happy Anniversary

Remember back when I did the cover for the first Changling Families book and I said ‘twelve people was a little much’? Well, here are all 35 current members of the Changling Families! It took me over a week to do and nearly every character had to be drawn individually!

More info under the cut.

So many Characters! Than you to everyone who has held out with this fic series all this time!

I probably could have included Dick, Charlie, and Chuck if I REALLY wanted to but this was already a really tight squeeze so the three of them were not present for family picture day...I had originally wanted to put all the kids by their parents and to try and put the couples together but...those were unrealistic expectations...So all the adult couples are together and most of the kids are near their parental units. Exceptions being Douxie, Claire, Eli, and Aja.

There are three pieces of foreshadowing for those with a cleaver eye. A couple people have some design changes and there are two coloring mistakes. I forgot Barbara’s white hair, Douxie’s and Claire’s blue hair, and Merlin’s halfpipe hat was supposed to be plaid.

On the topic of Merlin, I based his outfit off of my grandfathers’ outfits. All three of them. This is to properly capture the fashion disaster the old man is. His hat is something my Pipi wears, his jacket and boots are something my Popa Karl would wear, and his band shirt and jeans are something my Grandpa, would wear. He is wearing an Ash Dispersal Pattern shirt. He’s gotta support his boy’s hobbies some how!

For Nari, I changed her outfit a little and just did what I used to do for Vulcans when I did Star Trek art. I gave her a normal human skin tone (In this case, the same one I used for Mary) and then over layed it with a semitransparent green layer.

Barla and Marla are wearing outfits that match each of their parents. Barla is wearing a onsie that matches Bular’s kilt and Marla is wearing a onsie that matches Bagwella’s dress.

Here's the character list for yall.

Top: Aja, Archie

1st row: Bagdwella, Barla, Bular, Marla, Arrrgh, Tronos, Draal, Erik, Angor, Stardust,

2nd row: Blinky, Otto, Lenora, Antonia, Walter, Barbara, Nomura, Morgana, Merlin

Front: Douxie, Nari, Elizabeth, Seamus, Cordelia, Mary, Toby, Claire, Xena, Jim, Wally, Eli, Krel, Darcy, Steve

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ravynfyre · 3 years

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DUM-E's Extinguishers and ARRRGH!

okay, this is irrational. I KNOW this is irrational. But it still bugs me to no fucking end when people write in fics how DUM-E would deploy a fire extinguisher at/on/toward Tony and/or his stuff for the comedic factor, and they always use "white foam" extinguishers.

1) DUM-E has NEVER used a "white foam" extinguisher in canon. Not once. He used a CO2 extinguisher - Carbon Dioxide gas. At BEST, it would make flakes of dry ice.

2) There really isn't any such thing as a "white foam" extinguisher. Well, wait. There IS... but they come in SMALL canisters, like the size of a can of Aqua Net hair spray, and they are to be used EXCLUSIVELY on kitchen or garage fires where there is a FLAMMABLE LIQUID.

3) Even if anyone DID make "normal" sized "white foam" extinguishers, Tony would be SMART enough to NOT KEEP THEM IN HIS LAB as the use of one would absolutely destroy his shit, and could endanger his life, and even DUM-E's life, if deployed onto energized electrical equipment. He would keep CO2 extinguishers around, as they can be used on pretty much anything (although it's generally not advised to use them on burning paper products or other extremely lightweight burning material, as you are shooting a high velocity cloud of gas by using it, and doing so could, in theory, disperse the burning material into a larger area) Tony probably wouldn't even keep a DRY CHEM extinguisher around - or if he did, there would be a very MINIMAL amount of them, because the dry chemical powder, while useful on most burnables, causes a giant ass mess, and is NOT recommended around electronics and delicate electronic shit. Like, say the interior of an Iron Man armor?

BUT RAVYN! you ask, WHAT DO FIREFIGHTERS DO WHEN THEY NEED A LARGE VOLUME OF FOAM FOR A BIG BURNING LIQUID THING!?

Well, first off, burning liquids is not the only thing that needs some foam. Sometimes a fire of compacted solids - think a dumpster or a tightly packed brush pile - needs a little extra oomph to get the water to penetrate to all of the embers buried deep. In that case? We add a few cups of Dawn dish soap to our tanks. Yep. You heard that right. Dawn dish soap. It's called Class A Foam. Oh sure, there's some high tech versions, and versions that are made specifically for firefighting, but, basically? It's all Dawn. It's just a surfactant used to break the water tension and allow for better penetration of water into small spaces.

But if it *is* an actual FOAM we need in high volumes? We use a concentrate of Class B Foam. The most commonly used a AFFF foam, or Aqueous Film Forming Foam. And we don't add it to our tanks... we use something like a giant Miracle Grow hose attachment to inject the concentrate into the water flow *after* it leaves the pump... otherwise... well, think about what would happen if you dumped a bottle of hand washing dish soap into a dishwasher, and then let her rip, yeah? LOL. And on a big spill/fire, we can go through 5, 10, 20+ gallons of the stuff. We carry it by the 5 gallon jug on the rigs, and my department, at least, actually has a truck that carries 30+ gallons to bring to events that use more than a rig will normally carry.

So, yeah, I know it isn't as *funny* to have DUM-E use the appropriate extinguisher... the mental image of Tony covered in foam is cute (unless that has actually happened to you IRL, and lemme tell you, it's NOT "cute" at fucking ALL. It's not like shampoo bubbles or shit. It's clingy, irritating to the skin, and it *penetrates* everything) But seriously. Stop. Please stop. They don't even make extinguishers like that, and Tony would never allow them in his shop even if they did. The absolute logic fail on that shit is killing me.

/stupid rant about stupid fictional shit

#stupid firefighter tricks #MCU #DUM-E #mcu #fire extinguisher

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dorizardthewizard · 3 years

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The Revival of Akillian: Chapter 5

Prologue / Chapter 4 / Chapter 6

5. THE HOLO-TRAINER

After making a few final adjustments, Clamp touches - not without a hint of apprehension - the white launch button on the touchscreen of his console. No lightning or spitting this time: the controls turn green and data is displayed, indicating that the system is charged to its rated power and ready to operate. Clamp leans back in his chair with a satisfied smile and folds his hands behind his neck.

- Voila! It should work perfectly now.

- "Perfection", - emphasizes Aarch. - That is exactly the word I was looking for to describe your machines... when they work!

Much more relaxed, Clamp still makes a few adjustments, which do not cause any catastrophic reaction from his devices: on the contrary, they beep, chirp and click with gusto.

- Do you think we’re going to get much turnout? Maybe football doesn't interest anyone on this planet anymore...

As if in response, the doors of the elevator at the back of the room - the first thing Clamp repaired so he could get all his crates of equipment down there - slide squeakily and dump a dozen young people, proudly led by Micro-Ice.

- Voila! - he declares to his buddies, who are amazed by the vastness of the place and the buzzing machines. - There are still plenty more coming! - he tells Aarch and Clamp.

The coach looks at the scientist with a mocking smile:

- How’s that?

Eyes wide, D’jok considers the enormous white cube in front of him, which seems to him like an elevator car for giants. From the open door springs a dazzling light.

- What is that thing?

- Well, it's… (Clamp clears his throat: he hadn't thought of giving his device a name yet). Uh… it's a holo-trainer, - he improvises. - A virtual training machine, in a way.

- Okay well, I'll be leaving now... I’ve got no reason to be here, - says Micro-Ice, returning to the elevator.

- You don't want to take part? – queries Aarch.

- No thank you, no way! Tests aren’t really my thing. Just hearing the word makes me feel like I'm in school!

- In any case, thank you for everything, kid... we can really say you fell in at the right moment!

Micro-Ice smiles at this joke that only he understands and stands in front of the elevator, ignoring D’jok's look of disappointment at him. The moment he raises his finger to press the call button, the doors creak open again...

On a dream creature.

Thin oval face carried by a slender neck, delicate nose, curled lips, huge brown hair pulled up in a thick ponytail, a perfect body in a princess costume… and huge blue eyes that land on an amazed Micro-Ice. His joke in Maya's cave, about the pretty girl and the treasure, comes to mind… if he hasn't found the treasure, he sure found the pretty girl!

The girl pulls away from Micro-Ice and enters the room, along with a dozen new candidates. A woman follows her, much older, also dressed elegantly in a coat with a Garo fur collar: her mother is oblivious, because she speaks vehemently to the visibly annoyed girl:

- Are you listening to me, Mei? You have to show them that you are the best! You understand? The best!

- Enough, mom!

“Wow, even her voice is awesome”, thinks Micro-Ice to himself, contemplating her graceful step dreamily. Love at first sight? He isn’t sure what that is, but what is certain anyway is that his heart is pounding hard and it is making him so hot inside...

- What's the matter, Micro-loser? You look even more silly than usual!

Sinedd! In terms of cold showers, it doesn’t get worse than this. Micro-Ice suddenly descends to earth, but his natural wittiness quickly takes over:

- What are you doing here? We came to practice football. Not your nutty card game!

- Exactly, losers like you and your friends don't stand a chance here! - Sinedd scoffs. - Make way for the real players!

- So you think you're a real player, huh, Sinedd? - D’jok intervenes.

- Maybe my ball is causing his ankles to swell, - laughs Thran.

- Can't wait to start the trials, so I can humiliate you all! None of you come close to my level. You're going to take a huge beating!

Pushing past Micro-Ice and his buddies, Sinedd joins the crowd massed in front of the holo-trainer with an already victorious stride.

- We’ll see about that! - challenges Micro-Ice.

- Ah, so you're staying after all? - remarks Ahito.

- By the off chance, it wouldn’t have anything to do with that girl over there, would it? – quips D’jok, nodding at Mei, who is stamping her foot, still being harassed by her mother.

- You need to position yourself on offense, - she explains to her. - The biggest football stars are strikers!

- I get it, mom!

- A girl? What girl? - Micro-Ice blushes, ostensibly turning his back on him.

His friends burst out laughing, which makes him blush all the more.

- Well, we can start, - Aarch decides. – As far as I can see, we will not have more candidates...

- Think again, Aarch, - Clamp rebukes. - Look, the elevator is bringing more people!

Indeed, the doors slide open again with a horrible squeak of rusting metal. But it is not more candidates who come out this time...

It's Ballow and his three thugs.

- Hello, everyone! I see you have decided to have fun without us?

Aarch and Clamp exchange a look of apprehension: will this situation ever come to an end?

- Always so good at ruining the mood, this guy! - murmurs Micro-Ice from the middle of the crowd.

- Don't worry, guys, he's not going to stay long. - promises Thran, mysteriously.

- Okay, kids, get the hell out of here, and fast! - hollers Ballow at the gathering. – It’s not you we’re after...

With that, he walks wickedly towards Aarch, followed by his henchmen, who have drawn their tasers again.

Suddenly a bright light swirls down from the hole in the ceiling, accompanied by the characteristic whistle of turboprop engines. In the light a rope unwinds along which Callie Mystic, the Arcadia News star reporter, glides nimbly, filmed by her trusty flying holo-cam. She lightly jumps to the ground and immediately begins her speech:

- What did I tell you, dear holo-spectators? With Callie Mystic, nothing remains a secret for long!

She winks and gives the thumbs up in the direction of Thran, who returns the gesture, to the amazement of his friends.

- Did you call her? – blurts D’jok.

- Well, - Thran answers with a smirk, - I thought since we knew where Aarch was, it was worth telling Arcadia News...

Callie walks confidently towards Arch, sticking her microphone right under his nose.

- Aarch, it can be said you’re hard to find. But it takes a lot more to escape Callie Mystic's curiosity!

- So what do we do, boss? - asks Ballow’s big bald henchman.

- Arrrgh! Well, we massacre everyone on live television, that will give us publicity! Is that a stupid enough answer for you or do you want me to think of some more? - He shoves past his men and walks back to the elevator with an angry step - Come on, come on, let's get out of here!

- Well! - Callie resumes. - Aarch, how about explaining to our dear holo-viewers a little bit about this machine and what you expect from all these kids?

***

Onboard his jet-snow, Rocket rushes towards the Windy Plateaus, where he can hit real bursts of speed on this flat and empty plain, cracked with faults that add a little spice to the pleasure of sliding. The odometer is already reaching 150 km/h, but it can easily go up to 200. Beyond that, it becomes risky from a grip and stability point of view: you are at the mercy of the slightest bump or rut... but where’s the thrill, if there is no danger?

Suddenly a weird sound complements the regular growl of his turbo: a sort of roar accompanied by spitting... he checks his controls - it would be a problem if he broke down so far from Arcadia - but everything is normal: the sound is not coming from his vehicle…

It is coming from the sky.

A flying machine passes him with a thunderous noise, at a dangerously low altitude. Rocket slows down to better identify it: it's a Red-Bee-type shuttle, commonly used by moon dwellers on Obia or Tanaga to descend on Akillian. It seems in trouble: ominous smoke escapes from its reactor, the roar of which is interspersed with jolts and rattles. The shuttle plunges behind a hill - an instant later a low rumble echoes and a large plume of smoke rises.

The shuttle crashed!

Rocket steps on it and reaches the crash site in less than a minute. The Red-Bee is buried in a snowdrift, its cockpit broken, its wings twisted, its engine is spitting out sinister black smoke. Without thinking, Rocket jumps off the jet-snow, runs towards the machine and slips into the cockpit through the broken glass.

A young girl lies unconscious in the pilot's seat.

“She's not old enough to fly this,” thinks Rocket. “No wonder she messed up!”

There is not a minute to lose: smoke is invading the cockpit, it smells of burning in the back, sparks fly from the circuits... he gives violent thrusts against the airlock with the twisted door, which he manages to unlock. He grabs the girl by the shoulders and drags her outside. No sooner has he walked a few yards than the Red-Bee explodes, throwing burning debris around. Rocket throws himself into the snow and covers the girl with his body to protect her.

The blast and the sound of the explosion pulls her from her unconsciousness. She half-opens her eyes, flickering a pretty sea green. An Obiane, Rocket recognizes by her small size, her pale complexion and her silver hair.

- Aarch… I have to find Aarch… - she mumbles in a faint voice before relapsing into unconsciousness.

***

Rather than giving Callie Mystic a private interview, Aarch prefers to present his project live to all applicants:

- Let me introduce myself: my name is Aarch. You must have heard of me... whether for good things or bad. I was part of Akillian’s last great football team, before the Catastrophe. I came back because I intend to create a new, even more talented one. And this will be thanks to you! I am sure the Akillian Breath can be reawakened. Professor Clamp, here, will co-lead the trials today. We will only take the best. I'm counting on you to give your all! Well, good luck!

During Aarch's speech, Ahito almost fell asleep, awakened by a nudge from D’jok. Micro-Ice, placed "by chance" near Mei, kept his eyes fixed on her… eyes full of stars. He was paying attention, though, for he asks:

- By the way, sir, how are we going to do the trials? I see no football field...

- An excellent question, - Clamp intervenes. - I just need a volunteer. Come closer, boy, and put this on, please (he hands him a yellow and purple jersey and shorts filled with sensors). You're going to get changed in there (he points to the second white cube, the smaller one). And then you'll go in here.

He nods towards the illuminated entrance behind him.

A minute later, Micro-Ice shows up in front of the holo-trainer. Half blind by the light, he can only make out a white floor and black walls. Nothing very exciting in principle... he turns to his comrades, who support him:

- Yeah, go ahead, Micro-Ice!

- Show them what you can do!

But it's Mei's gaze on him - at whom he smiles - that gives him the courage to step into the light box. Clamp taps on his console, and the door slides closed again behind Micro-Ice.

He walks to the middle of the cube, taken aback. Is this a training ground? Where's the ball? Where are the goals, the opponents?

Suddenly, the black walls are erased, replaced by an artificial "sky"; the white ground turns green, the lines of the center and the penalty area are imprinted, virtual goals appear at each end. The whole place takes on the dimension of a real football field, much larger in appearance than the cube itself.

- Woah! – marvels Micro-Ice, breathless.

He kneels down and feels the ground with his hand: it seems real...

- Okay, let me explain (Aarch's voice comes from everywhere at once). See the red line at the other end of the field? You have to get there as fast as possible, dribbling the ball.

With his hand as a visor to protect himself from the bright light, Micro-Ice spots the line in question, in front of the goal that seems very distant to him. A ball materializes near him. He feels it with the tip of his foot: it is solid... he holds it under his heel and gets into position.

- Yeah, piece of cake!

- Obstacles will appear on your route - Aarch continues. - You will have to dribble past them without wasting time.

- Ah… smaller piece of cake.

- Ready… and go! – sounds Clamp’s voice.

Micro-Ice takes a leap forward, kicking the ball away. A few meters in front of him is virtualized a Shadow player, a completely realistic Fulmugus avatar… not that realistic actually, because Micro-Ice dribbles past him easily. Then markers appear on his course, which he must avoid in an increasingly tight slalom. If he touches one, it flashes red, emitting an unpleasant sound: a deducted point, no doubt.

- Uh oh… looks like things are getting complicated!

Seven terminals suddenly stand in front of Micro-Ice and rush over to him. He has no choice but to jump over them while maintaining control of his ball. As soon as he touches the ground and retrieves the ball, three Fulmugus avatars try to stop him, as the virtual goal appears in sight. He manages to dribble past the first by squeezing the ball between his legs, narrowly avoids the second with a turn-back, then shoots towards the goal from which the goalkeeper appeared - who catches the ball in his chest and disintegrates. The ball returns, Micro-Ice leaps to retrieve it and shoot at the goal again. But he doesn’t make good contact with the ball, he falls and slips on the pitch, pushing the ball with his foot… slipping between the spread legs of the third Shadow defender… who fades behind him. Micro-Ice turns his head… gives a smile of victory: the red line is there, just under his neck!

- Woooooooo!

The holo-trainer's door opens on a radiant Micro-Ice, immediately surrounded by his pals.

- So? How was it? - asks Thran.

- Absolutely awesome! – exclaims Micro-Ice.

- Very good, - Aarch smiles. - And now, who's next?

A good thirty arms rise immediately: “Me! – No, me! - Me, sir, me! - To me, to me! - Please, sir! - I am the best! … ”

***

Finally, she regains consciousness.

Rocket had carried the little Obiane on his jet-snowboard to his secret cave. Along the way, he considered taking her to his father's house, but quickly gave it up, imagining the scene: “Who is this girl? Where is she from? What were you doing on the Windy Plateaus instead of going to deliver my flowers? We must call the police and send her to the hospital! As if I don’t have enough worries without this…!” In short, the adventure would quickly come to an end, but it's not every day that Rocket meets someone - better: save a girl from certain death. A very pretty girl in addition: thin and petite, the face of an angel with thin, silver hair that he wants to stroke, and beautiful green eyes...

Raised by his father, his only family (since his mother passed away when he was a baby), Rocket is a loner, with no friends, and of course no girlfriends - girls are a total mystery to him. He's out of school, educated by Norata and Educator, TTV's (Technoid's) interactive education network. Norata fears that his son will one day leave the family home. This is why he employed him very early on in his small florist business, and plans to make him his partner and then his successor. Rocket only knows the world that his father allows him to know, and what he secretly learns from TTV - especially Galactik Football... because this reclusive and lonely life would be very sad and miserable if Rocket had not maintained that secret passion for GF. Like D’jok, who believes he has an extraordinary destiny, Rocket also dreams of becoming a great soccer player, of following the path of his revered uncle. But Rocket knows very well that this is only a dream, that as long as he lives by, for and in the flowers, this destiny will never knock on his door.

Until Aarch's miraculous appearance last week... his dream suddenly took shape and substance, and turned into a mad hope. A hope that Norata is working to bring down, but Aarch exists, he's on Akillian to recruit a new team - Rocket saw Callie Mystic's report on TTV. If he could be part of it... but how? Now here is this girl falling from the sky, who also wants to find Aarch… another sign of fate?

Lying on the only seat in the sparsely furnished cave, she stirs and sighs… her eyelids blink, her large green eyes rest on Rocket in surprise.

- Hey, are you okay? - he asks her, full of concern.

He tries to tend to the large bump that is blooming on her forehead with ice and bruising spray he has from the pharmacy. She puts her hand to her head and grimaces, but doesn't answer.

- What... where am I?

- Don't worry, you’re safe here… my name is Rocket.

- I'm Tia… (she walks around the cave lined with football posters, a surprising sight) Do you really live in this cave?

- Uh, not exactly, but let's say I come here very often. Do you need some ice?

Rocket breaks a piece of icicle, which he hands to her.

- For what? - Tia is suspicious.

- For your injury... it keeps it from swelling.

She carefully places the ice cube on her forehead: indeed, it relieves the pain.

- What happened?

- Your shuttle crashed... I pulled you out of it just before it blew up. You're from Obia, aren't you?

Again, Tia ignores his question. She throws the ice cube and stands up abruptly before Rocket's stunned eyes. It is true that the Obians, despite their fragile appearance, are actually very hardy… the harsh living conditions on this small moon without an atmosphere have something to do with it.

- I have to meet Aarch as soon as possible! - Tia looks at the photos, banners and posters again, stopping at Aarch's giant figure. - From what I can see, it looks like you're interested in him… do you know where he is?

Shy, Rocket can't think of anything better to do than kicking his ball, making it jump from one foot to the other.

- Well… to tell you the truth, Aarch is my uncle.

Tia's eyes light up, a smile on her face.

- For real? But that’s awesome!

Rocket pouts and kicks his ball, which bounces off a shelf of odds and ends, dislodging the box containing his collection of badges.

- Yeah, except I barely know him… I only spoke to him once.

- Is that so? - The ball returns to Tia's feet, who blocks it. – Still, I have to find him at all costs!

- Why? Do you want to be part of his new team?

Like nothing, she also kicks the ball, apparently without even aiming. Still, after a twisted trajectory that Rocket rarely did, the ball went straight into the hole next to Mark 10 - the most difficult one. His eyes go wide in disbelief.

- Yes, I’m counting on it! - Tia smiles. – What about you?

- Well… it’s not like I don’t want to, I just… hey!

Tia had rushed outside and jumped onto the jet-snowboard that she's now trying to set in motion. Rocket runs up to her.

- What are you doing?

She manages to start the vehicle, which begins to whistle.

- You have exactly two seconds to get in behind me. Otherwise, I'm going without you!

- Wait a minute, Tia. First, it’s my jet-snow, and I prefer to ride it myself. And you don't even know where Aarch is!

She backs up into the passenger seat, letting him take the handlebars.

- So go ahead, take me there!

#galactik football #the revival of akillian #gah sorry for the wait! end of semester was crazy #we finally see tia and mei here; and some cool details on where tia comes from!

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mxstyassasxin · 3 years

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Castle (T, 1k)

on AO3

"That fucking...fucking...arrrgh!"

Ginny seemed to be struggling to find actual words amongst the expletives when she appeared with a pop at the end of the bed, shaking that morning’s Daily Prophet in a clenched fist. "I swear, 'Mione, there isn't a word bad enough for him."

"Good morning to you too, Ginny." Hermione didn't look up from the draft legislation she had been making notes on, sat up in bed on what she had thought would be a peaceful Saturday morning. It was, after all, the only quiet time she would get to do any work before her little Rosie started demanding all her attention. And Hermione was going to lap that up as much as possible before her little girl ultimately decided she was Daddy’s girl.

"'Mione," Ron mumbled beside her. "Wha's go'n on?" He stirred slightly from the position he found to be most comfortable for sleeping, lying on his front with his arms wrapped around his pillow. She had always found his features to be quite cute while he slept like that so couldn’t help that her mouth curled at the corners into a soft smile.

"Nothing, Ronald," she ran her fingers lightly through his hair. "Go back to sleep. It's just your sister.”

She picked her wand up from where it rested beside her thigh on top of the duvet and cast a gentle muffliato over her husband as he settled back into his pillow.

"You were saying?" She turned to her sister-in-law who was red in the face with fury, pacing backwards and forwards across the bedroom.

"I just… I can't… Arrgh! I can't fucking believe that...that...foul, loathsome, evil cockroach!"

"Ah, I always was fond of that one," Hermione smiled to herself. "What has Draco done now?"

"Not Draco," Ginny said, still pacing with the newspaper clutched tightly in her hand. "No, he actually hasn't printed anything bad for weeks. Its fucking McMaron. He's promoted that tosser instead of me.”

Ah, so it was the manager of Puddlemere United that was on the receiving end of Ginny's wrath, and probably whoever the poor tosser was. They probably had no idea that they had angered a Weasley, or a Potter as she’d been for a while now, but neither was someone you wanted to piss off too much.

"I was supposed to be Head Coach, Hermione. I'm the best there is. Me. Not fucking Phillips." Ginny stopped pacing to stab a finger at the back page of the Prophet where there was a photograph of two men, one middle-aged wearing a suit with no tie who had an arm slung over the shoulders of a younger man, possibly 30, who was grinning broadly into the camera. As she watched, the two men turned to each other and shook hands before the younger one looked back to the camera, sticking his thumb up. Obviously, some deal had been made between them.

"McMaron wouldn't know good coaching if it bit him on the arse. He's never even played professional Quidditch! And Phillips?! He only joined the coaching team last year. It’s ridiculous!" Hermione watched on in awe as a very adult Ginny threw the paper to the floor and stomped on the faces grinning up from it.

Her friend had played professionally in the years directly after Hogwarts up until her first pregnancy, taking it right up again after James was born, before moving into coaching when she fell pregnant with Al. Yet, despite the years, Hermione still struggled to say the right things when it came to Quidditch. She’d just never managed to fall into that particular part of the wizarding world as easily as Harry had.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather talk to Ron about this, Ginny? You know I don't fully understand Quidditch."

"It's not about Quidditch, Hermione," she threw her hands up in the air. "It's the principle of the thing! You told me about that so don't give me that look. You did!"

Hermione had raised an eyebrow, wondering where Ginny was going with this.

"McMaron is a fat, middle-aged, rich white guy who has never played a professional game in his life, who drank firewhiskey with me yesterday and said it would be mine but then turned around and gave it to another sodding white guy!"

"Ginny," Hermione started placatingly. "You're white." She waved a hand up and down in Ginny's general direction as she pointed out that fact.

"'Mione," Ginny deadpanned in return. "I'm trying to rant with you about feminism, the principle of the thing, like it said in that muggle book you gave me."

"Then if you're that serious about it, just quit." Ginny's eyes widened at the sincerity in her voice and Hermione knew that Ginny would not have expected such a potentially risky answer from her. "I mean it, Gin. If you're the best coach there, then Puddlemere will flop without you and McMaron will have his comeuppance."

Ginny had started pacing again, doing that horrible nervous habit she had of chewing her hair. Hermione sighed.

"Look. Didn't you say Pennington was retiring? I'm sure the Harpies would have you back. In fact, you know that they'd all be stood at the gates with open arms."

Ginny released her hair from her mouth and spun around quickly to face Hermione again, her face lit up in a grin.

"Ha! Yes! Brilliant, 'Mione." She began pacing once again but in a more excited fashion, busy planning in a calculated, almost Slytherin-like way that would definitely have left McMaron terrified had he been there.

"I'll quit and go coach my Harpies so that they absolutely thrash Puddlemere every single time. Then we will win the league, the Harpies will win the league with me as Head Coach and our little girl will be able to see Mummy smashing the glass ceiling all over McMaron!"

"Not sure you're using that quite... Hang on!" Hermione's brain caught up with what Ginny had actually said. "Ginny! Are you...?"

"Shush, 'Mione." Ginny interrupted before she could finish the question, still pacing as she planned McMaron's downfall. "I'm smashing the glass ceiling here. You can congratulate me when we announce it properly."

#end of year fic countdown #hermione granger #ginny weasley #my fic #badass women #hp fics #hermione & ginny

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mcsmmafia · 3 years

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Round VIII of MC:SM Mafia 🍬

THE 8TH ROUND OF MAFIA

It was cold, it was snowy… and it was an enormous swamp that you got lost in. For days you have been wandering around the wetland, desperately looking for any sorts of food, but to no avail. But then you saw what might just save you from starving to death: A big, light brown mansion in the distance!

You hurried to the stranger’s house – something about it’s shape and size reminded you of something, but you were too hungry to remember what exactly – and considered your options. Eating the old, dirty crust on the outside of the walls? Eww, hell no! You had to get inside and get the good stuff, even if you had to break and enter. Or maybe you could eat and enter?

But to your surprise, the candy cane-bar door was open. You went inside, and it was pitch black, but the smell didn’t lie. THE WALLS WERE GINGERBREAD, THE WINDOWS WERE WOVEN WITH COTTON CANDY, AND YOU WERE HUNGRY!

So you immediately abandoned any common sense and started feasting. Until you suddenly heard a voice behind you –

"Nibble, nibble, gnaw, who is nibbling at my little mansion?"

You turned around to see a red-haired girl grinning gleefully in the twilight of the gaps in the door. Oh wait, you remember this face – it was Cassie, Cassie Rose, the evil witch of the swamps!!! And she was blocking the entrance, she’s probably gonna EAT YOU TOO-

But to your surprise, she pulled out something white and quite delicious smelling. Was that… white pumpkin pie??? Could you actually be in heaven???

And then, she threw it right into your face. Rude!

You tried to rub it off, but it stuck like superglue. How much honey did you use to make it this sticky!?

You were interrupted in your thoughts abruptly when you heard another splash and looked back up to see Cassie having disappeared. Uh-oh.

Knowing that you would starve outside – c’mon, seriously, nobody likes the crust –, you stumbled your way into the next room, where there was light. And more scents of delicate pie. A walking scent – IT’S THE WALKING PIE, EVERYONE, RUUUN!!!

Dear dinner guests, it is time.

To eat.

BEFORE YOU DIE OF DIABETES!

Or possibly also of murder, whatever comes first!

☀ Results of Day 1:

The first thing the guests did was discuss what could and could not be eaten in the mansion. Turns out: Absolutely everything is edible! So they set out to eat everything.

CASSIE asked the guests if they think the witch – or their hips and pancreas, for that matter – would forgive them if they eat the house, in hopes of subtly restraining them, but they ignored her warning.

After the guests had eaten all they could in one day, Stacy told everyone to say something if they saw someone without a pet, as there’s a 50/50 chance that they’re Cassie.

🌑 Results of Night 1:

First things first, Sparklez had to assess what could and could not be eaten in this big mansion, to come to the conclusion… everything. Absolutely everything was edible. He tried his best to tag along in the big feasting, but eventually got nauseous from all the sugar. Oof, he needed some real food, or else his stomach might not forgive him! He was a bit stunned when he realized that CASSIE didn’t have a pet. He tried to talk to her, but she would just outright ignore him… so Sparklez quickly grabbed some healthy salad sandwiches and ran to the entrance hall to avoid potentially being murdered. It was probably for the best…

CASSIE’s beautiful, hand-baked mansion… and they’re eating EVERYTHING, despite her subtle warning… arrrgh!! She’ll have to go and rebake everything NOW, or her guests will eat their way out! After shoving three more tables worth of cake into her all-automatic oven, she decided to utilize the waiting time for some trap-activation. Very efficient she was! She pulled the lever and listened in for the scream – but to her surprise, it wasn’t Sparklez’ – but… Reuben’s!? Uhm-

Oh no. Oooooohhh NO! Harper had a dark, troubled past with candy. Even one bite would… it would make her… NO, THAT COULD NOT HAPPEN!!! So she ran to the living room, hoping that that way, she could survive her own addiction… Too bad everything in the living room was made of candy, too! She knew she would eventually give in if she had to smell the delicious scent of gingerbread any longer, so she opened a window, embraced the cold winter night air and went to sleep right next to it. Better freeze than eat to death!

Oh no, what Stacy said means that they will probably throw Gabriel out sooner or later… so he better has fun while he still can and IMPERSONATE CASSIE! First things first, he would try to follow Jesse… but they wouldn’t stop eating… and then it became dark, and they still wouldn’t stop eating… Maybe Jesse thought they could bore him by doing absolutely nothing, but they had thought wrong! Gabriel kept an close eye on them… even when it became too dark to see, he still stared in their direction while wildly waving around with his wooden sword.

Jesse was so busy eating THE WHOLE MANSION, they didn’t even notice when darkness fell. It was only when they couldn’t see where the cake was anymore that they stopped eating and began to worry about where they were gonna sleep. But they still couldn’t stop thinking about food, so the only room that came to their mind was the kitchen. They went to sleep there… but suddenly, they were awakened by Reuben’s scream. Oh my god, it’s a trap, nO, REUBEN, NOOOOO! 😭 But now was not the time to grief – if they didn’t get a move on and ran to the attic right NOW, Reuben’s death would all be for nothing! However, they soon found Winslow patrolling the hallway between library and dining room, so they had to head to the entrance hall instead.

Stella has always wondered what paint tasted like… and now was her chance to finally find it out! Well… it actually tastes like marzipan! That’s good to know, in case she ever goes hungry again! After nibbling a bit more on some Mona Stella, she eventually grew tired and fell asleep on the couch.

Yeah, yeah, cake is great and all, but what about that delicious pumpkin pie thrown on your face!? How could someone just waste a pumpkin pie like this!? They don’t understand!!! Ah, but anyway, Stacy had a plan about Cassie, so she tried to forget her anger and headed to the library. The first step of her plan was to brew as many swiftness potions as she could. She succeded, and forgot all about her anger in the process, killing two birds with one stone!

Reuben was hit by a trap and died!

☀ Results of Day 2:

After someone apparently has fed cholocate to poor little Reuben, Sparklez cried in disbelief, but then realized that they needed to find out who Reuben’s owner was. A long moment of silence followed, before Stacy rose to speak and claimed that she didn’t have him, asking everyone about their alibis. After Harper and Sparklez answered, Sparzklez stated that they needed to figure out who had a pet and who didn’t. Jesse was the only one who didn’t answer. Nobody lied.

After all of that, Sparklez and CASSIE agreed that it was better to not lock anyone up yet.

🌒 Results of Night 2:

Can slimes die from chocolate consumption? Sparklez kinda doubted it, seeing as they seemed to absorb pretty much everything without a problem. So he didn’t have to worry about Jerry, but wished the other pet owners good luck in their quest to eliminate all cocoa products before heading to the bed chamber. There, he figured that he probably wouldn’t become part of the floor, since Winslow wasn’t around, so he snuggled into the tenderness of candy floss bedding and drifted off to sleep.

How has CASSIE never thought of that – well, Winslow was smart enough to know that he should’nt eat chocolate, but… what if some of their guests tried to feed him!? WHAT IF THEY KILLED HER PET!??! So she was seriously glad when the guests decided to eat up ALL the chocolate in the mansion, and decided to not replenish it. Pheww… now, let’s go back on track and to the living room! Alright, let’s set off that trap and – hopefully – catch Harper! …Was the plan, alright. But she seems to have survived… and not only that, more witnesses have joined CASSIE’s room! Freaking-

Harper could barely stand watching the others eat chocolate. Why didn’t they know, this was so triggering for her – PAMA helped her by hovering in front of her face the whole time, and when the sun began to set, she quickly headed back to the living room to follow the same strategy. Not today, sugar addiction! When she saw CASSIE in her sacred panic room, she lost her nerves. CASSIE could start to eat in front of her, who knows! So she played it safe and ran to the entrance hall. Luckily, the groaning of the zombies was enough to keep her from thinking of candy…

Gabriel didn’t have a pet, so he couldn’t understand this self-sacrifice the others were doing. Eat chocolate until none was left… Chocolate is terrible for your muscles, as everyone knows! But anyway, back to his quest of acting as suspicious as he could – time to stalk Jesse! Gabriel watched them eat all the chocolate – and eventually, they just… sat down, exhausted. They were looking pretty nauseous, too. Okay, maybe staring at Jesse all night was getting a bit boring – and Gabriel felt quite exhausted, too… so he decided to pay the library a visit. However, as he stepped into the hallway, he saw Winslow’s silhouette right in front of him – it made him look really big and scary, okay! So he might or might not have retrieved to the living room… so what! He definitely didn’t have any nightmares of him afterwards, so it was all fine!

Jesse was actually so full from the chocolate, they were sure if they moved one step they would throw up. So they stayed right in place, instead… They waited for the nausea to go away for a bit, then slowly made their way to the bed chamber. However, when they saw Winslow in the hallway, their sickness returned – I mean, look at him, BLEUGH – and they had to run back to the living room, open a window and… well… After that, they slept pretty well though. They felt quite alleviated.

Noo, Lluna, don’t eat those chocolate crumbs – Stella had to distract her somehow, for her own safety- oh, she got it! She’d just needed to send her on a treasure hunt! Let’s follow Gabriel and see if he has any weapon, alright! …But he didn’t move one bit. Well. Whatever, then let’s pinch the sword from Jesse! Go, Lluna – Huh? They’re already gone? Maaan, what a pity. With nothing left to do, Stella gave Lluna a hot cookie massage for the whole night. She really appreciated it.

Stacy was really really worried about Wink, so she brang herself to eat all that chocolate. In the end, she was sure Wink was thankful, but her stomach was less… she couldn’t even move one bit, she was THAT full. Oof… What could help with a serious overdose of chocolate…? – Of course, it had to be a serious overdose of sugar to even out the unhealthy elements in her body! After she chugged down one potion of swiftness, she was ready to scoot in flash speed to the attic, when she suddenly tripped over something in the hallway – oh no, it was Winslow! The kitty very terrifyingly hissed at her, so she meekly made her way back to the living room. There, she seeked out a nice, comfy corner and shut her eye… when suddenly, a mountain of M&Ms dropped down onto her. Ack, HeLp! Somebody, HELP! She tried to scream, but not a single word could escape her mouth as she drowned in the worst sweet imaginable.

Stacy was hit by a trap and died!

☀ Results of Day 3:

Sparklez immediately started by asking where everyone was, and stating that he had his suspicions on Jesse, Gabriel and CASSIE. Gabriel accidentally said library and retracted his statement, which made Sparklez suspicious. Next, Stella and CASSIE answered. Then Harper revealed that Stella was Stella, much to her shock. In return, she said that Harper was Harper. Stella added that Lluna dected a weapon on Jesse last night. 🪓

Sparklez repeated what has been said so far, and Stella asked if they should lock Jesse up. Sparklez agreed, and Stella stated that they felt bad for locking them up on their birthday of all days. 🍰

However, Sparklez was the only one who actually voted, and also volunteered to guard. He continued to ask if anyone had any objection. Nobody (but Jesse) did. Jesse then began to speak by saying that they had their suspicions on Gabriel, since they saw CASSIE, them, Stacy, and Wink in the living room, but Stacy and Wink were gone the next day. Jesse then change their mind to have their bigger sus on CASSIE, since she was in the kitchen the night Reuben died. Stella agreed and stated that CASSIE wasn’t talking as much as well.

They went on to ask Jesse about their archetype. They said Adventurer.

Sparklez was the last one to speak, repeating his statement.

🌓 Results of Night 3:

Sparklez got so many crafting materials for christmas… wood, wool, iron, flint, it was great! He wanted to go and craft something so badly, but he had to remember his duties and shoved Jesse into the closet. He poked his frustration away on Jesse. Simultaneously, he thought of all the cool things he would soon craft with his new stuff… it kept him occupied, at least, and made the night be over in a flash, almost. Well, almost.

CASSIE didn’t get what she wanted. No. She got a superfine brush for Winslow, an extremely rare elytra, some collars made of diamonds… but not what she needed. Not what she invited them all in here for. Therefore, everyone shall be PUNISHED! …She thought to herself and headed to the library. After a bit of contemplating, she decided to set off traps in the library, gallery and the dining room, and went to sleep afterwards in a thrill of anticipation for who was going to die next. But, alas, the next morning, a suspicous void yawned from her machines…

Harper was too scared for unexpected surprises, so she had PAMA open up all her presents for her. And of course, among some redstone dust, batteries for PAMA from some idiot who didn’t know PAMA obtains its power from ordinary sockets, and a daylight detector, someone had the nerves to gift her a CaNDy BaR. Candy. She couldn’t move, she was that aggravated. She waited until it was too dark to see where PAMA hid the candy, then she followed its beam of light to find her way to the trusty old living room and slept at her usual spot, under the window, almost freezing to death.

Guess what Gabriel got for christmas… coal! Apparently, even pretending to be naughty counts as naughty in this world. Welp. To make things even worse – because why not! – he followed Rush to the kitchen, spreading an as murderous vibe as he could. He stared at Stella the whole night… he saw everything. The envy in her eyes… yes, she must’ve been getting presents all for Lluna this year, and was upset about it. But then, she ate her sorrow away and went to sleep… and in the morning, Lluna bleated a don’t be sad, Gabriel could hear it so clearly. And Stella was super touched by it. Also, Stella snored.

Jesse teared up when they saw what they got for christmas… it was a figurine of Reuben. Someone had made them a little statue of Reuben to remember his sacrifice. It was so beautiful and sad at the same time… They would keep it with them for all times, even when they got shoved into the closet, it was there, in their pockets, the spirit of Reuben… Sparklez was not joking when he said he would poke them all night long… Jesse laughed it away, saying that they were too tired from being sus to everyone to be kept awake, but really, they were busy the whole night anyway, thinking sentimentally about their christmas present…

Stella got so many presents – a brush, some nice, silken blankets, an extra-soft leash, tiny boots for stony grounds… yeah, they were all for Lluna. Every single one of them. Yes, she loved her darling Lluna more than anything else, but she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of her… Lluna noticed that, but only bleated snobbishly. Stella went to the kitchen to comfort eat her diappointment away. After having some good real food, she slept her envy away. And look at that, in the morning, Lluna had snuggled to her side, bleating a don’t be sad about it. It was still kinda cheeky, like she was simultaneously bragging about it, but Stella was touched either way.

☀ Results of Day 4:

Sparklez once again immediately broke the ice by asking what happened last night. Stella confirmed that Lluna didn’t detect weapons on Gabriel in the kitchen. Sparklez then concluded that he probably isn’t Cassie, but Jesse, and that Jesse must be the murderer. But then Stella interposed if they ever cleared CASSIE. Sparklez answered with CASSIE’s whereabouts in the first night, aka the night where Reuben disappeared. CASSIE verified this.

Medi then started to vote for Jesse’s elimination, and Gabriel and CASSIE followed.

Jesse then made the plot-twisting decision to vote themself out to prove that they’re not Cassie. Stella noted that this seemed counterproductive. Nobody changed their mind after this.

Rani got thrown out and died!

The Last Night 🌔

"Ha!", CASSIE laughed and clapped her hands when she arrived in the kitchen, all by herself. Jesse was kind enough to voluntarily starve to death outside, but Winslow could not retrieve the FLINT & STEEL from them, so… t’was time for some traps! And to replenish what the guests had eaten off the mansion, or else they would find an escape – and that was definitely not the plan! 🍰

Meanwhile, Stella was getting nervous. She already had a bad feeling back when Jesse was being accused earlier… and now she had to be extra careful. She decided to make a run for the attic, but was stopped by nasty Winslow appearing in front of her in the hallway between the dining room and the library. She tried to ignore him, but then suddenly, Winslow jumped onto her, extending claws. Stella screamed in terror; luckily, Lluna managed to back-kick Winslow off of her and pull her to flee back to the living room.

Panting, Stella sat down on the couch and thought of where to go instead. But she didn’t sit for too long – as soon she was devoured by the seat giving in and revealing a dark, deep pit underneath it! Stella thought it was the end for her, but the fall wasn’t too deep – and she landed right on a mountain of cookie dough. Oh, yummy~! 🎵

They couldn’t resist nibbling on it, but something was wrong… it was kinda hot in here… and the cookie dough was getting suspiciously hard to bite. Oh shoot, oH SHoOt, Stella was… getting baked alive?!?

She looked back up from where she had fallen; she could barely see the surface, as steam was coming from the ground and beclouding the view. The cookie dough was getting super crispy… "H… HHHel… HH… HHHel… Hel… HELP!", she cried out loud, hoping someone would come and rescue her.

Lluna could not just let this happen – and she knew exactly who was the only one with a metallic weapon left. 🪓

She searched the whole house until she found her, just minding her own baking business. There CASSIE was, and she did NOT know what Lluna had coming for her-

"BAH!" she bloated, causing CASSIE to cringe and look right into her hooves – Lluna hit as hard as she could, making CASSIE stumble and fall backwards.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!", she continued, demanding Stella’s rescue – or else. "Okay, okay, alright, fine, geez-", CASSIE said, adjusting her classes and carefully standing up to enter the secret passage way, with Lluna breathing down her neck.

She pressed some random buttons to buy some time… then suddenly, something jumped up on Lluna – it was of course Winslow, raging for revenge!

Lluna run into reverse and tried to shake him off, but his claws dud deep into her fur and left some bloody scratches. She then rolled around the floor, causing Winslow to leap off and hiss at her. Lluna bloated back, and the both of them continued to fight.

Meanwhile, CASSIE went to observe Stella suffer to death. There she went… and looks like she dropped something shiny-

Lluna suddenly stopped as Winslow bit her in her leg. Something wasn’t right… why was there smoke coming from the kitchen, did CASSIE actually burn some food-?

Then she realized that it was indeed not coming from the kitchen, but from everywhere. Soon, she was cornered by flames, and Winslow jumped out of the window, leaving her to die alone.

And with her, everyone else died too, everyone but CASSIE and her 372,026,931 calico cats. And honestly, the thing she was most glad about was that she finally didn’t have to play the cook anymore. FREEDOM!!! 😼 😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼

Cassie has won the game! 🍬

#mcsm #episode 6 #mafia #the big pet party round

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chillahead-bridge · 5 years

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grave mistakes

inspired by @arrival-layne‘s good good angst art for jim, a mini-au about a what-if scenario about the grave sand having some... side effects on humans. (AO3 version)

TWs: body-horror, mouth horror, blood, description of injuries and violence. enjoy and stay safe!

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Grave sand burns.

It’s bare seconds, passing in a painful flash- but Jim feels the grit scrape against his sinuses, leaving his airways raw as he hacks, lungs struggling to supply him air. And then it’s over, just like that, and a surge of energy washes over him. Like stepping into the cold depths of a pool, diving deep downwards.

“How do you feel?” Strickler asks him, watching him with sharp eyes.

“Angrier,” Jim replies, voice rough. He feels himself smile. The energy- the emotion- it’s pulsing through his veins. It’s incredible. It’s intoxicating.

“Good,” Strickler says, bursting into brilliant green arcs of light as his body twists and changes, horns curving over his skull as he raises his head. “Use that anger,” he encourages with a grin of deadly fangs.

Jim can feel himself shivering, deep inside, at the blatant challenge. An invitation to fight. The Amulet responds to his silent call- wrapping him in its armor and power, forming Daylight in his grip. Another flash of light and Jim glances over his shoulder, seeing Nomura stalk predatorily towards him with her blades.

Two highly skilled opponents. Both of whom have fought him to a standstill before. Jim feels no fear. He snarls right back at the changelings, reveling in the way he feels. He’s stronger, he’s faster, his heart races and his throat aches, and he meets his mentors’ attacks with zero hesitation.

It’s a blur, for a few euphoric moments, where there’s nothing but Jim, his weapon, and the changelings he’s beating back. Jim growls, shouts wordlessly- he kicks the larger, heavier changelings across the floor more than once, keeping up and surpassing them as they clash. Strickler has no close-range weapon, he falls back all too quickly. Nomura is brutal and unyielding, but she doesn’t expect the strength Jim has now. Her swords clatter against stone, her skull impacts against the wall he shoves her into, her claws shriek over the metal of his shield and Jim presses harder-

The interruption that comes will be something he’s grateful for, later. In the moment, however, Jim steps back from Nomura and turns to his first and dearest mentor, and all he sees is someone interfering with his victory.

Jim points his blade at Blinky. He takes swings at him, though they’re not truly meant to harm. Just intimidate. His words come between coughs, the energy in his body beginning to hum fiercely, urging him to fight more, to give it outlet-

“Master Jim, look at me,” Blinky says, holding him carefully but firmly. Jim tries to pull away, but the troll keeps talking, keeps him close and still. The words that come are warm, soothing, “-for your human heart,” and it pulls him back up from the depths.

Jim steps back, coughing harder as the corrosive enhancer in his body shifts. The Amulet’s power recedes, the armor vanishing; releasing him from the bloodthirst. He’s sickened, as his head clears, by the fact that he’d fallen so deeply into that desire.

“I’m- sorry,” Jim rasps, coughing still, “I- I lost myself.” He tries to say thank you, but the coughing won’t stop and he bends, pounding a fist against his chest.

Blinky turns on Strickler, launching into an angry conversation with him. Their clash of mentalities grows distant as Jim keeps coughing. His ears are starting to ring. His throat aches.

“Jim?” Nomura’s voice asks, a hand touching his back. Jim tries to respond but can’t get a single word out. He’s beginning to hyperventilate, but he can’t stop, coughing as the grave sand does something- else. Before it’d been flowing through him, circulating the unnatural aggression and energy. Now it’s- it feels like it’s seeping into something deeper, like it’s forcing itself into the rest of his body-

A lightning strike of agony abruptly explodes in his chest. Jim can’t even cry out, robbed of air.

“Jim!” shouts Blinky, but Jim can’t raise his head and look to him. The pain radiating from his ribcage is climbing, spreading outwards.

His fingers, his jaw, his eyes- Jim only hears the thundering of his own heart as he clutches at his mouth, deaf to whatever is happening around him. Oh god, the pressure is building, pushing to escape, make it stop, he’ll do anything, just make it STOP-

Something gives, a sweet relief of pressure for a split second, and then iron liquid fills his mouth and a new kind of throbbing pain takes the other’s place. Jim doubles over completely and heaves, red and spit splattering the stone. Jim coughs and shudders, tears blurring his vision as he gasps raggedly.

Little white pearls fall into the slurry, one by one.

Those are teeth, Jim thinks outside the pain, just as his eyes roll back and he passes out.

-/-

“For what it’s worth, young Atlas… we were unaware these particular side effects could occur.”

Jim doesn’t look at Strickler or Nomura. He keeps his eyes fixed on a corner of the room, focused on the rough-hewn walls of it.

“We’re already looking into a way to reverse it,” Nomura adds in a subdued tone. Jim still doesn’t answer, or acknowledge their presence.

“I swear it,” Strickler says, low and sad, “we will fix this for you, and I am deeply, deeply sorry for allowing this- to happen, to you.”

Jim curls his fists into the blanket covering his legs.

“Leave,” he manages to say, throat hoarse. “W- we’ll talk. Later. But for now…”

“Of course,” Strickler says softly, and that’s the end of it. The two changelings walk out, drawing the curtain closed; leaving Jim to sit in Blinky and Arrrgh’s bedroom, wrapped in an overlarge blanket and shadows to hide within.

Gingerly, with a hesitant hand, Jim reaches to poke at his aching jawline. The claw that’d burst from under his nail throbs in time with the teeth he presses against.

Jim hasn’t looked in a mirror, but he knows. He’s already searched his face and body- he knows about the teeth, the claws, the point to his ears, the way his vision is perfectly suited to the dark room he’s in… He knows what it all means, what it all looks like.

He drops his hands to the blanket and twists them into fists again, hunching over his knees and shaking. Tears drop onto the fabric not for the first time today, an echo of his teeth falling out of his mouth.

The parallel forces him to unlock his clenched jaw and let out a wounded cry. His voice wavers and cracks, the internal damage done by the grave sand persisting still. Jim doesn’t spare a thought of concern that he might worsen the injuries; the noise pours out of him and he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to.

The curtain is suddenly yanked open and he hisses, flinching and covering his sensitive eyes. “Oh- shit, shit, I’m sorry Jimbo,” says a more than familiar voice, and the curtain is hastily closed again. Jim doesn’t even have time to blink the spots out of his vision before two sets of arms are thrown around him.

“Blinky told us what happened,” Claire rushes out, fingers already shifting to touch the ruined parts of him, searching, caressing- “Oh, Jim, how could they? Why- god- I’ll, I’ll strangle them both-”

“Should’ve never left you alone with them,” Toby says to the crook of Jim’s shoulder, squeezing his middle so tightly it hurts, but in a good way. “I should’ve- we should’ve been there, maybe then we’d’ve been able to steer you off this fucking- this horrible idea, what were you thinking?”

“I- I just-” Jim stutters, trying to answer both of them. His hands hover, not quite touching them, keeping the claws away from their human skin. “I need to get stronger,” he says, the mantra he’s been repeating for what feels like ages now. “They were just helping me, I asked them to, and- I’m the one who, who let Strickler- it’s my own fault.”

“Bullshit,” Claire curses, eyes blazing. “They did this, they hurt you and I’m going to- to-”

“Drop them into the shadow dimension forever?” Toby suggests in a dark tone.

“Yes,” Claire hisses vindictively.

“Guys, no, we need them, they were just doing what I- what I asked them-” Jim breaks off as he loses his voice, biting his lip and slicing into the thin skin immediately. Right, he has fangs, small but sharp fangs that jut up over his lip in an overtly inhuman way, something nothing short of removing them can fix, and oh god how will he hide this from his mom? How is he supposed to hide his ears? His eyes?

“What am I gonna tell my mom?” Jim whispers harshly, and starts crying in earnest.

Claire makes a wordless noise of anger and sadness, carding her fingers through his hair and letting a few of her own tears slip free. A tissue is pressed gently to his bleeding lip, held in place by Toby as he looks at Jim, brushing away his tears while ignoring the ones on his own face.

Jim wants to curl up and hide himself, cover up the pieces of himself he tainted, cheating for power. But he’s held between his two closest confidants and he can’t bring himself to pull away, instead slumping into the hold, burrowing into their comfort and care and clinging to that safety.

-/-

Sometime later: Claire holds his hand without fear of the claws that’ve grown there; Toby pokes the tips of his ears and jokes about Lord of the Rings. They beam at him pointedly until Jim will nervously smile back, not letting him sink further into his mire of self-loathing.

The adults shuffle back and forth behind the curtained entrance, unsubtly checking on the three of them. Sooner than later, they’ll be pulled out of the safely shadowed nest they’re huddling in. But not yet, as stated firmly by Claire when Blinky comes to ask after them.

Jim huffs, embarrassed by the fuss everyone is making over him, pressing his face into the softness of Toby’s sweater vest to hide his flush. Claire’s lithe arms wind around his waist and hold him like wrought iron, refusing to let him slip away even a little. Toby’s arms are warmer, stronger, wrapping around both of them best he can and helping their trio lower themselves gently onto the wide pillows that make up the bed.

Jim’s future has become even more uncertain, another trial added to his seemingly endless path to their ultimate goal. But for a moment between the three of them, tangled up and shielding themselves from that uncertain future, he can breathe easy.

#chill's posts #my writing #jim lake jr #solar cycle #claire nunez #toby domzalski #tfw your buddy does necrotic drugs and has a really bad trip #Trollhunters #s3 had so much good content #yall go check out the art arrival-layne did!!!#reblog it!!#it's real good stuff

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athenafire · 4 years

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Song of Frost

Because @xdeusxmachinax is a poo poo head.

"What's wrong, TB?" Darci asked, concern clear in her tone. The two had been on a date in the woods outside of town, walking off a large meal.

He stared in to darkness, watching a pale shape dance about. A discarded plastic bag flew past them, bringing about a sigh of relief. "Hah--litter bugs." he joked, noticing his breath fogging. "We should get going, got a test in math tomorrow." Toby groaned.

"Oh no I forgot all about it!" Darci grabbed her hair in frustration. "Why do we even need algebra?"

"Beats me--" Toby took several steps forward, leading the way. His foot caught a root, throwing him down a ditch in to a cold, wet wallow. He winced, feeling a cold pain crawl up his spine. "Darci?!" Toby called out, hearing no answer, he called again. Once more, and a fourth time with no answer. He turned his head to the mud, catching a glance of white in the corner of his eye. He lurched back, finding it only to be the moon. "Relax, Tobs, she probably...just can't hear you." he tried to comfort himself, finding it hard to stand, and even harder to escape the mud trap. Once free, Toby tried to remove the mud and leaves caking themselves to his side, only to find them stuck there, frozen solid. "Huh that's weird. It never gets this cold in Arcadia." he wondered aloud. A hallow sound pricked his ear, like wind rushing through a cave. "Hhnn--Hello?" he called out, trying to reason with himself. The sound came again, throwing the teen in a panic, fleeing from the small wallow.

Toby never was a good runner, he knew this. The mud became his downfall, hitting the dirt face-first, splitting his back-pack open. Supplies, snacks, his cell phone, and unfinished homework spilled out, water seeping in to the contents. "No--no, no, no!" he began with his phone, then shoving the snacks in his pockets before he noticed the last item. A wooden mask, propped against a rock, as if placed there. A trophy he stole from his time in the Darklands.

"Heh--" he tried again, to calm himself. "How'd you get out here?" He reached for the mask, feeling cold breath at his back. His fingers froze to the mask, keeping him there. Afraid to turn around, and unable to move, it was now, that Tobias learned true fear. He could hear lips parting, that sound, the familiar sound of teeth scraping against stone.

The sound shifted in to a song, first, as that same hallow sound as before. They held a rhythm. Then, the song changed, morphing in to the sound of his alarm clock.

Morning, his warm bed sheets a welcome sanctuary as he awoke in a cold sweat. It had been only days since Tobys venture in the Darklands, but each night since, he had a nightmare of cold and frost. Teeth coming close enough, but always ending before the attack.

"Wing-man?" Arrrgh inquired. He had watched Tobys fitful dream, but dared not wake him.

'I have a big day tomorrow, so I need lots of sleep.' Toby had told him the night before.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a bad dream again." he assured Arrrgh, getting up to start his day, ignoring his protectors concerns. They were just dreams. That thing was stuck in the Darklands. The only ways out were that mirror, and the fetch. Neither were big enough to let it out. Toby was safe here, he told himself. --------------------------- Later, that night, Toby had planned to expand his rock collection in Trollmarket. When he spotted a familar set of horns, a smile bloomed, "HEY! VENDEL!!" Toby shouted, trotting over to the old Troll.

With a sigh, the leader of Trollmarket greeted him, "Tobias! What brings you here this...fine evening?" Vendel stared down at the smallest Trollhunter, folding his hand behind his back.

"Rocks! I saw a cool bit of rose quartz the other day. Oh, and some labradorite." he pulled open his backpack to pull out several stones, dropping it in the process. Toby explained the stones to Vendel, who barely listened, more interested in the colorful book covers than the chemical composition of stones he knew by heart.

One thing, however, caught his eye. It looked like a bit of petrified driftwood. But then he noticed the grain did not match the bend, figuring it had to be carved. What stood out the most, were two slits, centered horizontally on odd bumps. His fur stood on end, as an ancient memory stirred. "Tobias...." Vendel spoke softly, "This way. Now." His words were quiet, but sharp. He gave the teen no time to gather his things, having to run to keep up with him.

"Hey what's got you all spooked? You look like you saw a--"

"Not now, Tobias." Vendel warned.

They moved in silence, finding refuge in Vendels chamber. The old Troll paced around, making sure no listeners could spy on their conversation. Slowly, he made his way back over to Toby, gently pulling a wooden mask from his backpack.

"Where, on Earth, did you find this?" Vendel addressed Toby, concerned. His stare growing more intense the longer Toby did not answer. Neither would leave this room, until the mystery of this mask had been solved. "This is a matter pertaining not only to the safety of Heartstone Trollmarket, but to all of Troll kind, Tobias."

With the gravity of the situation well established, he caved, explaining his trip to the Darklands, and his fight against the furred giant, the game-master of the Gumm-Gumms, Oddball.

Vendel grew paler with each passing moment. "Frost Troll." The fear from before came crawling back, causing the old Troll to shake, gripping his staff tight enough almost crack it.

"Frost Troll? Is that what she was? I thought she was just a weird hairy Krubera, like Arrrgh, but, white, and hairier. ...And bigger."

"You swear you saw only one?" Vendel asked, watching Toby nod. "Then we may be lucky." he scratched his beard, "Had the whole clan decided to join Gunmar, after all these years..."

Tobys frown grew, "What's a Frost Troll?"

"Raiders! The whole reason any of this even started." he ranted, "Without Juns foolish actions, Gunmar may have never--" Vendel realized the confusion in Toby. "Perhaps a longer explanation is in order." He sat down, sighing a breath he sword froze the air around it. "This is an old story, Tobias."

"Older than you are?"

"I was young when I last heard the thunder, before--Before the ice cracked." He took a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Frost Trolls, rulers of the North. They came with the frost, raiding the plains, retreating to their homes in steppes and on mountain peaks. Small bands, never more than ten or twenty. Never needed more, nothing could stop a roving band of Frost Trolls from their hunt. Except for another, larger band of Frost Trolls. Some clans hired them as mercenaries, others paid off their attackers to harass those that had sent them instead. Others? Trampled in the stampede, or frozen in their wake. Stories of Frost Trolls waving banners of fur shaved from fallen warriors could summon a storm, fed by angry spirits of their ancestors who still longed for battle. With the very storm on their side, they could have taken over every other clan in the North. But they were to busy fighting each other to organize. That was until Boguta the Bright-Eyed."

"Boguta the what?"

"Descriptions say she had eyes as white as newly fallen snow." Vendel elaborated. "Boguta was the daughter of a errr--oh, what's the word in your tongue?

"King?"

"No not quite...anyway, she saw the endless carnage between Frost Trolls, and all the clans below the line of permafrost. She saw no other way, but to make alliances with other roving war bands. One of my earliest memories, was the sound of a hundred Frost Trolls storming through, and the devastation they caused. Her army grew, bringing the Northern clans to their knees in a matter of months."

"So what stopped them?"

"That much is unclear, but her youngest son took up her mantle. He was Temui the Timid. Small, scholarly, unlike his siblings. He still towered over most other Trolls, but he too came with thunderous footsteps. He bore the banner of his mother, and demanded an audience with all of the local leaders."

"Why would he want to talk?"

"What was said never left that room. But, after that, the raids stopped, all at once. Many Frost Trolls tried to...integrate in to Troll society as hunters and laborers. But, even less trusted them. He met with the new council several more times, even more after Gunmar had begun his crusade."

Toby swallowed, fearing what may come next.

"But--one night, every Frost Troll across all of the Kingdoms vanished. Their homes emptied of belongings, leaving only unanswered questions. No one knows why they left, where they went, or if they even still exist. Not long after, Gunmar made his move. The organized army of Temui being one of the few things we felt stopped Gunmar from waging all out war."

"And that's when it all started?"

Vendel nodded. "They wore masks during battle, much more elaborate than that one, covered in marks, and braided beads dangling from their horns and beards." he scratched his own again. "Tobias...if Gunmar has even one Frost Troll, this could mean he has more..."

Vendels words echoed in Tobys mind. A roving band could topple an entire village. And Oddball had listened intently to Gunmar, obeying his every command. If Gunmar had even a few integrated in to his standing army, did Jim even have a shred of hope?

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