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auphelia · 1 year

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Taken care of - Cyno

Warnings n tags: f!reader, bad pun, academics, biologist!reader, amurta!reader, dendro vision!reader, fluff, pure cute, first fic ever, not proofread, selfship coded, dont think readers appearance is specified except for being ‘soft’ and in worse physical condition than Cyno

Note: I just needed this out of my system, it is the first time I’ve ever written a fic, so if you actually read it, please expect nothing! Also, minors DNI

Word count: 1200

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It was your first time venturing further into the desert than Aaru village, and you had honestly been dreading this trip ever since it became clear that you would have to go on it. The scorching heat almost made you wish that you could've either kept your big mouth shut or at the very least swallowed your pride. All you had wanted was to pick a poorly understood subject for your thesis, being an Amurta student, you'd practically had your ears cried full of withering zones and the different families of fungi. And you'd had enough of that, not wanting to spend your entire life studying some obscure detail just for your research to be 'new'. So you'd pitched an idea to your supervisor, you wanted to investigate what effect proximity to an oasis had on the evolutionary path of scarabs. After some bickering back and forth, they had agreed to let you pursue this, but under the condition that you were willing to change subject if you'd made no substantial progress within two months. It had now been one month and the only discovery you'd made was, that the litterature on scarabs, or anything from the desert, was sparse at best. And that's how you ended here, boots full of sand, dry skin, probably a good sunburn, and more than a little bitter. But samples wouldn't collect themselves! Luckily, your protective boyfriend had offered to escort you, not liking the thought of anyone else being responsible for your safety. Of course, as soon as the rumor that the General Mahamatra was taking leave to escort a student around the desert started spreading, you were met with more than a little malice from your peers.

The first morning you woke to an unfamiliar sight, what appeared to be an Eremite standing with their back towards you, Cyno's jackal helmet laying discarded in the sand. "What did you do to the white haired man? Speak, or I will set you ablaze!" "A single night, and already my precious flower has turned into a cactus" As always, Cyno's voice was even, but you had known him far too long to not notice the subtle hint of amusement in his tone. When he turned to face your, the satisfied smirk he wore only fueled your annoyance at his antics. "And what would you have done if I had not bothered asking but simply attacked?" "My flower, you have a dendro vision, explain to me how you plan on setting me ablaze? Besides, I do feel confident in my ability to dodge a sleepy student in uneven terrain." He winked at you while motioning at the sand between where you were sitting and where he stood. "Fine. Just warn me before you pull such a tasteless prank again" "This? No.. I.. I mean... I heard what they were saying behind your back. This way, you can say that your escort was just another mercenary." You noticed a light dusting of pink reach his cheeks, and with that all your irritation dissipated.

The second day went smoothly, Cyno surprisingly being able to guide you to many groupings of scarabs, sheepishly explaining that he had always found them fascinating.

By the third day, you were both tired. Cyno kept insisting that he would keep watch for most of the night so that you could be well rested for your fieldwork. He was undoubtedly hiding it better than you, but the slight drag of his feet as you walked towards the next observation spot gave him away. That and how he had been cursing at his hair for getting in his eyes all morning. You couldn't help but giggle at the memory of the oh-so-dignified General Mahamatra fumbling about in the morning sun, swatting at his hair while threatening to cut it off unless it behaved. He had undoubtedly thought you asleep. "If you have breath to spare on laughing, we should be going faster" his voice sounded like he had been inhaling sand instead of air. You couldn't help the whine that left your lips at the thought of your already tired legs picking up the pace. "Cynoooo, I'm just a feeble scholar, I wasn't made for field work". This statement caused him to stop dead in his tracks and turn around with a wicked grin. "Really? Because in my experience -" You cut him off by slapping a hand over his mouth, already knowing his next words, feeling how dry his lips had become from the desert air. Looking into his eyes, his exhaustion became increasingly clear to you. He'd been working himself half to death before going with you, and this clearly wasn't the break you had hoped it would be for him. "We are stopping at the next oasis we reach. Research be damned, I need a rest"

You plopped down with your back against a palm, closing your eyes and relishing in the shade the overhanging leaves provided. As you opened your eyes, a deep frown settled on your lips, there your idiot was, standing guard in the sun. Gently pressing a hand to the trunk behind you, you decided to not give him the opportunity of refusing a rest. The roots sprung to life and crept towards your beloved General. In one fell swoop they wrapped around his ankles and pulled, causing him to fall to the ground. He merely let out an exasperated groan and did his best to flip onto his back to avoid getting a mouthful of sand. As he came to rest with his head in your lap the roots gently untangled themselves from his golden skin and disappeared back into the sandy ground. You wasted no time gaining access to his white mane of hair as you started gently scratching at his scalp. Cyno almost purred at the action, letting his eyes remain closed, it was almost obscene to watch as his face contorted until a peaceful expression finally settled in his features. "You are a wicked, wicked woman" he couldn't fight the smile on his lips even as he tried to sound stern. Your only response was a soft kiss to his cheek, only serving to have him melt further into your soft form. "If anyone sneaks up on us I am blaming you" this time his tone was more serious, but with the sleepy expression on his face you only rolled your eyes at him and mumbled a quick apology. "Worry not General, I'll keep watch while you rest" as you gave him a final pat on the head, you moved to get up, only to be met with Cyno holding you down with an impressive amount of strength given his state. A hand snaked up your body and closed around one of your breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Don't go, it seems we have plenty of securi-titty" You plopped back down in utter shock, remaining completely quiet. "Ahem. You see, I took the words security and ti-" You cut him off with a loud snort followed by laughter. "It seems you will be to blame if we are ambushed General" Your amused tone made his ears take on a reddish tint. Cyno looked up at you with eyes full of adoration. "For this, I am willing to take the chance of being caught unaware" He grabbed your hips and pulled until you were laying next to eachother. After a little while in silence Cyno's breathing evened out and you smiled to yourself in satisfaction.

#cyno x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #cyno x you #puns #bad pun #fanfic #holy fuck im scared to post this #but oh well #i dont feel like having it exist in my notes only #also the format is probably garbage #please be nice #send me an ask if im missing a warning #also minors stay away #auphelia writes stuff now

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purple-plum-petals · 21 days

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Hello! If not a bother, I'd like to request a TWST matchup (either platonic or romantic is fine). I enjoy writing a lot (particularly darker content). I love theater and the natural world a lot (to the point my entire family and all my friends are now giving me animal- and marine based presents lol), perhaps it's the 'tism, but I find it so fascinating and beautiful, every creature is just a lovable little guy to me, and the way every plant, fungi, and cell work together to create the world we know, is incredible.

I have been told that the traits I find loveable aren't universally shared, such as when I find it cute that snails can have thousands of teeth. But I just find it hard not to marvel at all these things.

I'm very patient, and while things often fly over my head, and I struggle to read people, I try very hard to understand everyone around me, as a result, I tend to not judge people, instead getting to know them, and I value communication highly, as I am not good at guessing or intuitively knowing.

I do tend to get a bit lost in my own head and interests though, and tend to spend a lot of time alone, being quite introverted - so sometimes I might need a reminder to actually interact, but I'm working on it.

Thank you for sending in a match-up; I think that either Rook Hunt or Silver would be good matches for you!

I was actually debating between Silver and Jade, but ultimately, I picked Silver for your match-up since I think with Jade you would need to be good at guessing how he's feeling since he's not open and honest about himself in that regard. He would be a great person to talk to about your interests and hobbies, though, considering he loves fungi and is literally a merman haha.

Rook loves that you, too, appreciate theatre as it's something he does as well. He'd also love to read your stories if you were willing to share them with him as he doesn't mind consuming a darker story every now and again. Rook is also quite the outdoorsman, so he would love to accompany you if you want to take a hike or venture out into the wilderness. Rook is also someone who can understand your awe at the beauty of the world, even such small and seemingly minuscule things such as how cells function, and he does so without any judgement; he's honestly very supportive of you and your interests and would happily sit and listen to you talk about them all day every day if he were able to. Rook would also relate to your ability to find traits or facts universally deemed as being weird or gross to be cute instead; he, too, sees the beauty in the "strange" and "unconventional." He's also understanding of your need for alone time and space, but he's also the kind of person who will happily give you reminders to get out and socialize; Rook won't overstep your boundaries, but he's there to give you a push if you need it.

Silver has an almost supernatural ability to draw animals of every variety to him so if you ever wanted to see a specific animal up close and personal, Silver would be happy to make your dreams a reality as he somehow seems to communicate with the animals without ever uttering a single word. Silver is also, much like you, a very patient individual who also has a difficult time reading others. Unlike some of the other students at Night Raven College, Silver is always open to communicate with you about how he's feeling or how you're feeling in regard to your relationship, and he always does so calmly and kindly with no judgement. He also understands and respects your need to be alone given your introverted nature and will gladly give you space if you need it as all you need to do is tell him. Thankfully, though, being with Silver doesn't take as much social battery as it may with other people. You two spend a lot of your time together alone in silence, Silver usually sleeping while you focus on learning or reading about the things you are passionate about.

#🌸 . Plum Writes #🌿 . Plum Speaks #🎉 . 400 Followers Match-Maker Event!#twisted wonderland #rook hunt #silver #azukoya

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cloudninetonine · 9 months

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this fungus was just playing phantom hourglass, and the fact that link can just.... give up on saving tetra, if not for the game repeating the dialogue to force him to choose another option, and yes, i did a full five minutes of saying that no, i wouldn't save tetra, and this got me thinking. wind and the others would probably just give up on a certain point, especially if he was at the reincarnation or tethered au, since... well, player is there beside them, they already lived through it once and they honestly don't care if hyrule is destroyed at this point. and yeah, while there's hylia's threat, let's consider there wasn't, or maybe that reader was adamant on them resting for at least a little while, to act more self indulgent and, idk, be selfish for once.

oh boy, i think they break. I'll talk about time and wind, since oot, mm and ww were the ones i played the most. but then, reader already knowing full well what kind of hell time went through at oot, and somehow finding him after mm tutorial section, he just looks so.... done. tired, almost as if it's a lost hope. listen, I'd cry, i already cried playing the game, so if i really saw him like that. I'd go full on sobbing for him not to do this to himself, it's not fair that he has to go through all this shit.

and wind, poor boy was just living his laid back life, easy peasy until that fricking bird took his sister because of a random pirate he didn't even have anything to do with. and fact is, if he retained his memory, as long as he made sure that his sister wasn't taken, he would have nothing to do with tetra and her pirates, he wasn't even acknowledged as the retainer of the triforce of courage before that, so hylia shouldn't be able to hold that against him. besides, it was zelda who just threw herself into that trouble, why should he care? it may not look like that, but tetra is one of my favorite zelda, she's at least able to hold her weight in battle.

also, i can't accept nobody that talks bad about toon link, i think it's cute. heartwarming even.

— the fungus are growing in the courtyard, be careful. 🍄

NO BECAUSE FUNGI WHY YOU GOTTA DO ME LIKE THIS?!?!?! MAN I WANT TO SOB

The idea of Player carefuly holding the face of Wind (because our boy deserves recognition) and just "You didn't deserve any of this, Link. Not a single thing- I am so sorry." And baby boy just sobs into their arms- I've upset myself

#cloud answers #Anon asks

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ruthlesslistener · 2 years

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do you have any thoughts on malenia yet? she's one of my favourite characters

I haven't gotten to her yet but tbh what I've seen of her in-game paired with all the hate she's gotten from people who think she's problematic for rotting Caelid already has me obsessed with her shchsh. From what I've seen of her so far tho, she's a very proud, tragic character and I love her.

Here are some questions/thoughts I have so far that I'm hoping to get answered:

-She's an Empyreon, but she seems to have shirked the title of lord in favor of simply serving her twin. If that's the case, then where are her Fingers? What of her shadow? Ranni slew hers, for she did not want to be their pawn, and Malenia seems just as prideful as Ranni. I rlly wanna know what tf happened with that, esp. since her 'curse' outright devours Erdtree avatars and the like

-It's quite fascinating how she has this internal struggle with her own aspect, terrifying though it is. Tbh I feel like her surpressing it has caused more problems in the long run, but I'm intruigued by the nature of the Rot and how it contrasts with the parasitic wasp vibes I get from Miquella. Its probs just a different form of parasitic fevor taking the form of mushrooms, but it overcomes via brute force rather than luring is victims, which might mirror how Malenia deals with something vs Miquella; by punching the everloving fuck out of things instead of luring them close and methodically taking them apart. She's more outright scary, but they're both terrifying in their own right

-The fact that she's lost most of her limbs and yet is still undefeated in battle is hella sexy ngl. Love me a proud warrior queen, Rahdan fans stay losing (jk I love Rahdan). Also her rotting Caelid honestly isnt that big of a deal, Caelid already looked like hell from what details we saw in the trailer. She just added a cherry on top of the shit sandwich

-Still losing my mind over the fact that she's the product of godly parthinogenesis tbh. Up until last night I thought Miquella and Malenia were of the Radagon/Rennala pairing, not Radagon/Marika. It does explain why they have so many problems tho lmao, considering Marika's...everything.

-This is entirely bc of Cleanrot Knight Finley, but she gives off massive lesbian vibes. There's simply no heterosexual explaination for any of that shhdjsj

-Fuck whatever people think of her pride and battle prowess and my lowkey fear of Miquella, her being so doting over him and him fighting so hard to save her is super damn cute. I hope we get dlc where Miquella emerges from his pupation in all his beautiful terrifying insectile glory and just totally wrecks ass once he hears what we did to Malenia

-This is entirely theoretical given the fact that I haven't beaten the game yet, but I theorize that the whole unleashing of Destined Death thing that Ranni is trying to do will actually make Melania a really important goddess in the future. Fungi terrify the everloving shit out of me, but rot is generally a massively important facet of getting rid of dead things, so I think we kinda need her power around

-Her aesthetic fucks the hardest in the entire game. Don't @ me its true

#Elden ring #malenia goddess of rot #malenia blade of miquella #These twins are so goodhrgh #Anon #Reply

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ace-trainer-risu · 3 years

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oh here! i’ll come ask you for book recs lol. do you have any spooky and/or autumn-y book recs? or just your fave books :)

First of all, I'm sorry this took me SO long to answer. I want to say I've been busy but it's just been general [waves hand vaguely] life.

ANYWAY thank you for asking! I actually don't read scary stuff a lot b/c I'm a wimp, but I have a few spooky/autumnal books up my sleeves! Let's see what we've got!!

1) The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters

Let me just start by saying that Sarah Waters is one of my absolute favorite authors ever! All her novels are suspenseful, twisty historical novels with great female and queer characters. Although, fair warning, actually The Little Stranger is like her one novel that isn't queer, but it is VERY good. If you read The Little Stranger and like it, please read Fingersmith and/or The Paying Guests.

The Little Stranger is set in the countryside of post-WWII England and follows a mild-mannered doctor as he becomes increasingly involved in the lives of the family living in the local, increasingly decrepit, possibly haunted mansion. Think Downton Abbey but creepy. Strange things keep happening inside the house, from dog bites to mysterious sounds to creepy black spots. Literally just typing that gave me goosebumps. It seems like someone may be out to get the family, but who...or what? Is it simply the ghosts of their own painful memories, or is something more? Sarah Waters is excellent at lush, intricate historical detail, and she leans into that here to create an atmosphere of slowly building dread and horror and mystery.

That being said, as a person who isn't normally a fan of horror, I don't think this book is too scary. It's more of an atmospheric, psychological horror than a jump-scare, bloody horror. It's not a book that will give you nightmares (probably), but you might lie awake thinking about it.

Also. Pro-tip. As a haunted(?) house story, the house is obviously fairly central to the story. Dear fellow Americans, keep in mind that the British refer to the floors of a building differently than us. For Americans, the ground-level floor is called the first floor, the floor above that the second floor, etc. For the British, the ground-level floor is the ground floor, and the floor above that is the first floor, etc. There's all sorts of creepy references to characters hearing noises above them on the first floor, but I was just like, Why are they always in the basement?

2) Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno Garcia

This and the above are two very different books, and yet they are both set in the mid-1900s and both are about weird, creepy, maybe-haunted houses. What can I say, I like gothic fiction.

After our heroine, Noemi, receives a bizarre, borderline incoherent letter from her beloved cousin, she sets out to visit her in the literally decaying mansion she resides in with her husband and his new family deep in the countryside of Mexico. All Noemi wants to do is persuade her cousin to come back home with her, but her cousin's new in-laws are very determined not to let that happen...or to let Noemi leave either. Secrets abound in the bizarre house and even creepier nearby cemetery, and soon Noemi finds that she too is suffering from bizarre dreams and visions...although, are they just dreams?

This book is so weird, but in such a good way? I read it for a book club and every week we had increasingly bizarre theories about what was going on, we were googling alchemy and fungi and St George, and some of our theories were even right. Although definitely not all. Another very twisty one that keeps you guessing.

In terms of scariness, interestingly I think there's more overtly creepy and horrifying moments in this novel than The Little Stranger, but I found TLS more overall scary? But that may be because I read it quickly, which I think is the ideal setting for suspenseful stuff, and I read Mexican Gothic over a longer amount of time since it was for a book club. This one does have some more typical horror elements to it, but I don't think it's more creepy than terrifying.

3) The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey

I listened to this one as an audiobook and the audiobook is excellent so would recommend that, but have no doubt it would also be great to physically read.

Oh my god this book...it's more thriller than horror, but I think it fits the brief. There were multiple moments listening to this book that I literally gasped or said "OH MY GOD!" out loud, and there are moments which are very creepy and horrifying. There's a particular scene in the backyard... Again, incredibly suspenseful and twisty. And the character development and character psychology is just! really really good! There's also really interesting and knotty feminist stuff which is a lot more complicated and nasty than some of the "girlboss" stuff which is popular right now.

Super minimal summary: All you really need to know is that it is a sci fi novel about a scientific researcher trying to pick up her life after her marriage has imploded, only for everything to go BATSHIT WRONG. Trust me, that's all you need to know, it's better to go into this not knowing what's going to happen or what to expect. I had no clue what this novel was about when I started it, and holy shit. Very good book, absolutely recommend this if you want some super suspenseful, creepy sci fi that will make you say "oh my GOD" repeatedly.

Okay, shifting gears a little now b/c autumn isn't just spooky, it's also cozy and restful and daydreamy!

4) The Thinking Woman's Guide to Real Magic by Emily Croy Barker

This isn't maybe a cozy book per se, but it's a great book to cuddle down with on a dreary day and lose yourself in. If you've ever asked yourself, "What would it be like if you crossed Pride and Prejudice with Howl's Moving Castle except the wizard was way worse but somehow still sexy" - then you should read this book! I actually came across this book b/c I was like, I wanna read a book that's a portal fantasy but for adults, and this book was like OH here's everything you wanted.

It's about a grad student, Nora, who has totally stalled out on her dissertation and is at a shitty wedding when she accidentally wanders through a portal into a beautiful, fantastical fairy world. At first, everything is amazing and literally perfect...but surprise surprise, not all as is it seems, and soon everything goes to, how should I put it, shit. Nora escapes, but rather than returning home, she finds herself trapped in a far more dreary realm. But not one without it's own charms and it's own magic, and Nora finds herself the student-slash-sorta-captive of the crochety, sexy, maybe-killed-his-wife magician Aruendiel* and she begins to learn magic herself.

Unlike the above books, this is not a fast-paced, twisty book, and I think if you go into this expecting high fantasy along the lines of Game of Thrones, you may be disappointed. It's not really a typical high-fantasy novel, it's more of a cross of an 18th/19th century realist novel, a fairy tale, and a fantasy novel. But if you want that, then it's REALLY good! I loved this book! And the magic in it is so cool, something about the way its described feels so visceral and real and like you could really do it if you just tried hard enough. There is a romance and it's totally, intentionally hashtag problematic, but it's very laid back, very slow burn, so I think even if you aren't a person who digs romance you can still enjoy this. If you're looking for a feminist-leaning fantasy novel that you can just sink into and lose yourself in, this is the perfect book. You will long to magically fix broken plates.

5) The Ruthless Lady's Guide to Wizardry by C.M. Waggoner

Honestly I can't even justify why I think this one is an autumn book. It simply is. It's autumn colored in my head. It is the coziest book I have ever read about necromancy and crime. Also I just want to recommend it. This is another one that I listened to as an audiobook and it's also a good audiobook, for those who are interested. But it also means I will not be able to spell absolutely any of the character's names.

This novel follows Delly, an enterprising young scoundrel of a fire witch with a teeny tiny gin habit as she attempts to support herself and her hot-mess of a mom in the roughest neighborhoods of Fantasy-City-That-I-Can't-Remember-The-Name-Of. Lice...gate? When Delly comes across an advertisement for a bodyguarding job for young women for a hefty fee, it seems like the answer to definitely not all but at least some of her problems. She accepts, along with an interesting assortment of other sorcerous young ladies, including a wonderfully bitchy Absentia (my love), a young woman who can turn into a boar, boar girl's necromancer mother, and the very sexy part-troll Winn, who in my imagination looks like Gwendoline Christie and talks like Miranda Hart. Which. Perfect woman. Winn being a fine, wealthy young lady, Delly can't help but think to herself that it wouldn't be such a bad thing if Winn happened to fall in love with her and carried her off to be rich and spoiled the rest of her life.

Of course, things quickly don't go to plan, and soon Delly and her companions find herself caught up in wicked schemes of murder, drugs, and an undead mouse named Buttons who says BONG. I love Buttons SO MUCH.

This book is just a silly romp of a novel which worms into your heart and your brain. It's fun and cute and gay, and also it made me cry. I haven't stopped thinking, "Not quite regulation hammerball" since I listened to it like half a year ago.

Also, while I'm here, this novel is set in the same world as and features a few of the same characters as Unnatural Magic. Which is also a hell of a book. Literally the best bisexual relationship I have ever fuckin read. It's a winter book tho, so I simply can't go into it here.

Aaaaand...that it's! Happy autumnal reading :)

#things you didn't care to know about veronica #book recs #disastershy #i'm sorry it took me so long to answer! it's just been burning in my inbox for weeks and only today #did i have the courage and strength of will to get to it!#jk i just felt like doing it now :)#thanks if you read the whole thing!!!!!

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freeing-the-man · 2 years

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May I ask for more info on these two? (Not the snark, even though it’s cute lol)

You're going to have to deal with my little side notes, as we still do not have access to digital art, at least through a drawing tablet.

As a warning, my memory is so blurry, especially on specifics, so take this as a vague outline of what I observed, take it with a grain of salt, half of this is looking at a blurry memory and piecing together what seems right. The former at least Barn saw as well, so with this first one we have two different perspectives on them. Even if I was much more interested in the ecology than him, he kind of just said "fuck that" to most Xen fauna, which is completely fair.

Keep in mind I am but a mute man, and - you know, high at the time

So I just put two together on what it reminded me of, hence a lot of the questionable names like headcrab, easy to sign and gesture. These are- cat-scorpions, because you guessed it, they looked and acted like a combination of a cat and a scorpion, or at least I guess that's what I was thinking at the time. Getting into who came up with what names and what stuck is a whole other story, however.

I'd say they were about as big as my hand while in a natural position, at full length I'm sure they would have been closer to twice that.

Barney ran into much more of these, as we found they seemed more frequent in rocky and cliff environments, which he had been around much more than I, in his time in Xen.

I would say the closest comparison I know off the top of my head, as far as their jaws work; would be snakes, the lower mandible was more separated into two. They were also capable of making a loud hiss of sorts? We're not sure how, more focused on 'oh fuck it's hissing at me' DGDJDHSJ

We are fairly certain they were carnivores, what did they feed on? Not so sure, likely just whatever other life they were able to, whatever that would be. It's very possible they had a 'favorite' prey of course. They were very defensive, which was interesting.

Also yes Barn compared their sets of jaws with the- I don't know their name, but the 'things from that film Predator' BDKDBDJ Okay apparently they're called Yautja(?) From a quick Google. I'm getting side tracked

Next; spider crab --yes, I now realize that, that name is something of Earth, now, as I said there was- lack of thought put before these names, it's whatever got the point across if you were trying to communicate it to someone else, that or other times it was just a comfort to have labels for things.

These critters lived in more 'mossy' areas, lots of flora to a degree, places where stepping caused the ground to squish inward. I would say they were --in relation to their body-- around coconut crab sized, their forearm was comparable to mine and I am very long and lanky djhdjdhdh they also remind me of a tailless whip scorpion! Which I greatly enjoy.

I actually did observe them eating! Specifically pill-flies, which in the last sketch I drew; are the isopod looking critters. They also seemed to eat some 'vegetation', I use vegetation lightly because in Xen there wasn't much of a line between plants and fungi.

That's about all I have on them currently ! Which is honestly a lot more information than I expected, because while these were common, I did not take an especially long time on fauna that I did not need to, I hope this chunk of information was nice, as always let me know if you have more questions !

#my art #gordon post #memory ans #xen fauna

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durmstrange · 4 years

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Laughter - Neville Longbottom

Welcome back lovies! This one is pretty cute, about my lboy Neville, who has my heart.

Enjoy!

Word count: 1,739

To say the least, you were very uncomfortable around the Weasley twins. It was not because they were mean to you, or rude in anyway, it was just that you were intimidated by the pranks they pulled and the jokes they made. You were softer than the rest of your friends, and easily intimated by outgoing personalities. The twins made you anxious, and you were never brave enough to say this to them.

In your fifth year, and their seventh, you sat alone at the Gryffindor table, waiting for Hermione, Ron, and Harry to arrive, but instead, you were joined by the Weasley twins, sitting on either side of you.

“Well, if it isn’t little (Y/N),” George greeted and smiled widely at you.

Politely, you smiled gently in return. “Have you finished loathing us yet?” Fred asked you, and pinched your cheek lightly. You flinched away from him and continued picking at your food.

George nodded, reaching forward to the stand of pastries in front of you. “Yes, have you finished? We are still unsure as to what we have done to upset you so.”

With a delicate sigh, you shook your head at them and pushed your plate away. “I do not loathe either of you. You both are very kind under all your pranks,” you told them honestly and examined your nails closely. They were perfectly manicured, as always, because you were too much of a neat freak to have them otherwise.

Fred hummed. “Is that so?” He asked sarcastically and skeptically.

You nodded and glanced away from the both of them. You did not bother speaking any further, because you knew they would continue nonetheless. “I don’t believe her. Do you believe her, Freddie?” George asked his twin.

“I do not. The disdain is obvious in her,” Fred added and you could see the amusement growing on their faces. You hated when they got like this, so adamant they knew how you felt.

You cringed and shifted in your seat. “Believe what you wish,” you answered weakly and still didn’t look at either of them.

Fred opened his mouth to speak again, but another familiar voice interrupted him. “Why don’t you lot ever leave her be?” Neville asked as he sat across from you. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the boy. He had been your friend for so long, and the two of you were closer than ever. He was very comfortable with you, and you with him. It was a working friendship, but you wanted much more than that.

“Because it is so fun pestering our number one fan,” Fred answered and put an arm over your shoulder. You stiffened and didn’t move as you stared at the table.

Neville watched them carefully. “Bugger off, yeah?” He asked them and began loading his plate.

Quickly, with a growing smile, the twins stood. “I think we might just do that. What do you think, George?”

“What a wonderful idea, Fred.” George said cheerily and smiled too widely, walking away with his twin.

Once they were completely out of the Great Hall, your shoulders slumped forward. You looked at Neville as he began eating the breakfast food on his plate. “Thank you for that,” you murmured to him quietly and played with your hands.

He glanced up, and shrugged. “I am sure I will pay for it later. Why do they bother you like that?” Your close friend asked, examining your face.

You shrugged gently. “I’m sure they know that they make me so anxious.” You told him ambiguously, and lost your appetite. You pushed your plate away further and folded your hands onto the table.

Neville raised an eyebrow at you. “Is that all you’re going to eat?” He asked, and you nodded in return. “You need to eat better than that, (Y/N). Your health will suffer,” he lectured softly, and worriedly. His features were becoming more defined by the day, and it was something you noticed greatly. The small, awkward boy was growing up rapidly, and he was becoming so very handsome.

Again, you shrugged. “I am sure I will be fine, Neville,” you murmured in reply to him and stood, straightening out the pale pink sweater you wore. It was a Saturday, the day that you and Neville usually spent together. “I’ll meet you in the Common Room?” You asked him softly.

Quickly, Neville shook his head. “No, actually, I would like for us to meet in the greenhouse. If that is all right with you, of course,” he corrected quickly as the heat rose to his face.

“Of course that is fine, Neville,” you assured him with a gentle smile. He always held a soft spot in your heart.

He smiled. “Great. Meet you there in an hour?” You nodded. “Bring a book to read,” he added as you began walking away.

“I always do,” you replied with a small smile on your lips.

~.~

Just an hour later, you made your way down towards the greenhouse slowly. A book was under your arm, per instruction, and there was a small smile on your face. You loved to watch Neville play with and care for all the plants in the greenhouse, and when he talked to and about them, it made your heart melt. It was nice for him to have something he cares about so much. You wish you did.

Quietly, you opened the screen door to the greenhouse Neville favored the most, and sure enough, he was on the other side of the room, trimming dead leaves from one of the plants. “Hey,” he called upon seeing you.

“Hello,” you answered as you climbed on top of one of the wooden tables, sitting cross legged on top of it. “What kind of plant is that?” You asked him kindly, an put your head in your hands, watching him closely.

After a moment of silence, Neville answered. “This is the Alihotsy tree,” Neville told you softly as he stacked the leaves he pruned carefully. “Never eat the leaves from it.” He glanced up to you to make sure you were watching what plant he was referring to. “It causes uncontrollable laughter,” he explained with a small smirk.

You giggled quietly, making Neville’s smile grow widely. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you told him and stretched your arms above your head and opened your book.

“What book is that?” Neville asked in return and eyed you closely.

A small blush rose to your cheeks as you showed him the cover. It was One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, and you were reading it so you knew more about what Neville told you. “Thought I’d do some studying on your favorite subject,” you admitted with heat on your face. Neville smiled gratefully. This meant more to him than you would ever know.

His face turned as red as yours. “That is wonderful, actually,” he admitted to you quietly and he couldn’t shake the smile that remained on his lips.

You didn’t reply, and instead, read up on your book as Neville collected leaves and other things from the plants around him. You smiled as he told you about each thing, showing you what it was and what it did. It was your favorite past time to listen to Neville talk, and it was something that you heard much more than anyone else.

Neville talked on and on, and about an hour later, you noticed he had been particularly quiet. You glanced up, confused, and met his eyes, which were already looking at you. The two of you both blushed. “Is there something wrong, Neville?” You asked him quietly with an embarrassed look on your face. “Do I look odd?” You asked and your hands immediately went to cover your face.

With wide eyes, Neville shook his head and walked to you quickly. “No, no! Of course not!” He quickly insisted and took your hands from your face. He let go of your hands quickly, blushing more and more by each passing second. “You, you just looked really beautiful, is all. I’m sorry for staring,” Neville stammered with a face redder than you had ever seen.

Your mouth fell open in surprise, but you recovered quickly and smiled lightly. “Thank you, Neville. That is very sweet,” you murmured to him and looked down at your hands with a smile.

“No need to thank me, I was just telling the truth.” He sounded almost modest, and didn’t step away from his spot incredibly close to you. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “(Y/N), can I tell you something?” He asked you quietly, obviously full of anxiety.

You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion. “Yes, of course. What is it, Neville?”

Neville swallowed hard and glanced down at his hands. “I have been putting off telling you, but I like you a lot, (Y/N). A lot more than I should, perhaps,” he disclosed simply and nervously.

Your eyes widened and you remained silent. What was he getting at? Was he telling you he liked you, as in more than friends? Or just as a best friend sort of way? “What do you mean, Neville?” You whispered because that is all your voice could manage. You needed to hear it, you needed to know exactly what he meant.

Slightly frustrated from his embarrassment, Neville ran a hand through his neat hair. “I mean that I think you are beautiful and brilliant and simply amazing. I like you a whole lot, and it frustrates me that I am unable to kiss you in fear that you won’t like me back.” Neville spoke so quickly that you almost couldn’t understand him.

A small smile formed on your lips as you looked at him. “I do not think you need to worry about that, Neville,” you murmured, and after a moment, Neville realized what you meant. Quickly, and clumsily, he took your face into his hands and kissed you softly, and slowly, a feeling neither of you would soon forget.

Neville’s shaking hands moved from your face, and a small smile was on his lips as he pulled away. You two stared at each other for a moment, before you both began laughing loudly. You grabbed Neville’s shoulders, and pulled him to you, smoothing down his hair that he previously messed up. “You are so brave, Neville,” you murmured before bringing his lips to your once more.

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Change - Ch. 1 | S I X

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

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A/N - and another chapter is up! I’m sorry I haven’t updated in a bit. I’m getting closer and closer to the end of my final basketball season so life has been kind of crazy with all of the things I’ve had to worry about and deal with. thank you everyone for being so kind and understanding! I hope to be back to a normal updating schedule sometime soon! anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and I made sure to include some Bill and Y/N moments because they are so cute🥺

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Y/N was quiet the next day as her and the boys biked their way through Derry. Her head was obviously in the clouds and whether that was a good thing or a bad thing was still up for debate.

She hadn't been able to stop thinking about her parents since the phone call the day before. Not even Stanley's comfort or Bill's words from the day before were able to make her feel better and she was left with a blank and almost sad look on her face wherever she went.

But now, her mood had gotten even worse. With her parents still on the back of her mind, Y/N had started to worry for Beverly, the red head having called their house earlier that morning to tell the cousins that she needed them and the others over to her house as soon as possible. She had been in a rush, a hint of panic in her tone, before she had hung up the phone leaving the Uris cousins to glance at each other before bolting outside and to Stan's bike as they were off on their way to find their friends.

Now all Y/N could think about was that she hoped Beverly was okay. She didn't know what had happened or if her new friend was okay and that was all enough to have her mind drifting away as she got consumed by her thoughts.

Not even Stan and Eddie bickering at each other as Eddie complained about having to come to the edge of town was enough to make Y/N snap out of her thoughts and no one but Bill seemed to notice. He frowned slightly as he kept glancing at the girl, desperately wanting to see that smile of hers once again instead of the distant look in her eyes.

The painfully long bike ride finally came to an end once the group reached the address Beverly had given them and Y/N seemed to snap awake at that, giving her cousin a small squeeze on the shoulder in thanks before hopping off. She was quick to flatten her white shirt that had orange and blue stripes across it before wiping the excess sweat from her hands into her jean shorts as she let her eyes flicker over the building before her.

It wasn't until she felt someone's presence beside her that the girl snapped out of her thoughts once again and she looked to her right to see that Bill was standing beside her. He snuck a glance in her direction only to find her looking at him and he gave her a small look before whispering, "Are you okay?"

Y/N's mouth opened to respond but she never got to because Beverly came running down the fire escape and over to the group. The young girl quickly turned her head to look at the red head and let out a small sigh of relief once she saw that Beverly was unharmed. However, the look of pure panic on Beverly's face was enough to make Y/N hesitate in greeting the girl.

"I-I need to show you something," Beverly rushed out as she came to a stop in front of the group, her eyes flickering over them almost expectantly as she nervously bounced on the balls of her feet.

"What is it?" Ben asked, his eyes filled with concern for the girl.

"More than we saw at the quarry?" Richie asked, snickering softly to himself at his joke and making Y/N scowl at him.

"Shut up! Just shut up, Richie," Eddie demanded and Y/N couldn't help but let out a laugh, the sound making the others all perk up seeing as Y/N hadn't even made a sound since they met up with her this morning. Eddie smiled proudly at the fact that he had made Y/N laugh and sent Richie a victorious smirk while the boy merely made a face back at him.

"My dad will kill me if he finds out I had boys in the apartment," Beverly muttered, ignoring Richie's comment and gaining everyone's attention once again.

"W-W-We'll leave a lookout," Bill suggested before looking back at his friends. He only had to think about it for a second before he pointed at Richie and said, "Now Richie, s-s-stay here."

Before Richie could even blink, the others had all started running after Beverly as they began to make their way up the fire escape. Richie's mouth fell open in shock and he held his arms out in disbelief. "Woah, woah, woah, what if her dad comes back?" he asked.

"Do what you always do," Stan said as he and Y/N looked back at the boy. The two cousins shared a look before looking at Richie and saying in unison, "Start talking."

Richie watched as the two cousins then turned and began to climb up the fire escape after the others before he sighed and called out, "It is a gift."

Y/N smiled softly at that and looked back at Richie before she turned her attention back to the task at hand. Before she knew it, she was in Beverly's apartment standing at the end of a hallway with a door on the opposite end.

Beverly was staring at it almost hauntingly and she gulped before glancing at the others and nodded her head towards the door, "In there."

"What is it?" Stan asked almost immediately as he took a step towards his cousin in almost a protective way while she locked eyes with Bill, the two gulping slightly and looking back towards the door. They didn't even realize they had shuffled closer to each other ever so slightly, their arms brushing against each other.

"You'll see," Beverly whispered before she began to walk forwards, the other slowly following behind her.

Eddie nervously fiddled with fingers as he began to ramble, "Great, you're taking us to your bathroom. I just want you to know that 89% of the worse accidents in homes occur in bathrooms and-and-and that's where all the bacteria and fungi are. . .and it's not a very sanitary place for. . ."

By then they had reached the bathroom and Eddie's words fell on deaf ears as Bill pushed the door open, the wood creaking as they locked eyes on the bathroom before them which seemed to be covered in every crook and cranny with blood.

"I knew it!" Eddie shuddered and gagged, having known the bathroom had to be gross in some way.

"Do you see it?" Beverly asked while Y/N just stared at the bathroom with wide eyes.

Y/N hadn't even realized she had grabbed onto Bill's arm in shock, the two both taking in the view in front of them with pure shock and horror on their faces.

"Yes," Eddie muttered although him and the others all wished they couldn't.

"What happened in here?" Stan asked, almost afraid to ask the question.

"My dad couldn't see it," Beverly replied, a confused yet relieved look on her face as she glanced back at the group. "I thought I might be crazy."

"Well if you're crazy, then we're all crazy," Ben breathed out and it was in that moment that Y/N wished she had stayed outside with Richie.

"We c-c-c-can't leave it like this," Bill decided before he hesitantly took a step inside the bathroom, Y/N's arm falling back down to her side as he did.

Y/N and Stan looked to each other appalled before both shuddering and glancing back at the bathroom. With heavy sighs, the two went back walked into the bathroom.

The sooner they got to cleaning, the faster they would get out of there.

It was an awkward silence as the kids worked on cleaning the bathroom up, each of them having to force themselves not to gag as the paper towels they used got soaked with the blood and the pails of water turned a dark red.

Luckily the blood was enough to distract her from her home life and her parents didn't even come across her mind once as she worked. But Y/N had to softly hum to herself in order to keep herself from freaking out. She didn't quite understand how something like this could happen, let alone how this much blood could get into one room.

It took forever for them to clean the blood up and Y/N was honestly quite surprised that Richie hadn't come up to yell at them yet or that Beverly's father hadn't come home. It must've been their lucky day, which if Y/N really thought about it, it was probably the opposite since they were cleaning up blood.

Eventually Y/N and Bill were the last ones in the bathroom, the two pitching the bloody water down the tub drain while the others went to throw away the trash bags and put things away. The two were silent as they worked and Bill kept sneaking glances at the girl beside him, watching in a sort of daze as she began to smile ever so slightly. Although, he didn't know it was because she knew he was staring at her.

Bill managed to snap out of it and quickly shook his head and dumped the last of the bloody water down the drain while Y/N turned on the tub to wash it all away. While they did this, Bill suddenly thought of something and glanced at Y/N before saying, "D-D-Do you remember the s-s-summer we first met?"

Y/N let her eyes flicker up to meet the boy's and he was smiling ever so slightly, his cheeks tinged red as he shyly looked away. "You were very shy from what I remember," Y/N said thoughtfully. "I thought you wouldn't talk to me for the whole summer."

Bill frowned a little at that, this not being the direction he wanted the conversation to go in. "But," Y/N began causing the boy to look to her, "we went to the fair, remember? And you were the only one who agreed to go on the Gravitron with me."

Bill smiled slightly at he remembered that moment. Y/N had wanted to go on the ride so bad and no one else had wanted to ride it in fear that they would throw up, but the look in her eyes had been too much and all Bill had wanted to do was keep that smile on her face and had instantly volunteered to ride with her.

"Didn't you puke after that r-r-ride?" Bill teased earning a playful glare from Y/N.

"You promised never to speak about that incident again!" Y/N exclaimed before the two burst into a round of laughter. "But if I remember it correctly, you and I were both puking our guts out in the bushes."

Bill chuckled and nodded his head, "After you seeing me p-p-puke, I don't think I was ever sh-sh-shy around you again."

Y/N let out a small laugh and shook her head as the two reminisced on the past. Their laughter soon died down and the two locked eyes once again as Y/N gave Bill a soft smile. "You know," she said as she took the pail and set it on the ground, "I never did go to a fair again after that."

Bill raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You never went to the Summer Fair after that?" he questioned. "But I thought you l-l-loved it."

"Oh, I did," she assured him.

"Then why'd you stop going?" Bill asked, titling his head curiously.

"You could never come," Y/N said with a small shrug causing the boy to blink in surprise. She glanced at him and sighed at his shocked face before giving him a soft smile once again. "I only had as much fun as I did because you went on all the rides with me. Not even Stanley wanted to ride the same ones as me. Only you. As the years passed, I was never in town at the right time or you were always busy and then eventually I stoped coming back to Derry. So the idea of going back without you, it just never appealed to me I guess. And I haven't been ever since."

Bill was silent as he stared at the girl, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that she hadn't wanted to go without him. Y/N began to grow a little uncomfortable under his silent gaze and was quick to look away, her cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. She went to reach for the pail again only for Bill to speak up.

"It wasn't the same for me either," Bill admitted causing the girl to turn her attention back towards him. He gave her a tiny smile. "The years that I did go and you weren't there were never as fun. I think the only fun time I had was one time when I went with Richie and I won because I hit the target. But there were so many prizes I didn't know which one to choose.”

Y/N chuckled softly at that and leaned against the side of the bathtub before looking at Bill with an amused look on her face. "Well, I'm here for the summer," Y/N pointed out. "We should try and go this year."

Bill's eyes widened slightly and it was like all the air had left his body as he looked at Y/N in shock. "L-L-Like me and you?" Bill whispered.

Y/N gave the boy a confused look as she nodded her head. "Yeah, I mean Stanley's been talking about wanting to go anyways. I wouldn't want to go without you," Y/N said.

Bill almost let a disappointed look flicker across his face, but that sweet smile of the Uris girl had him stopping himself and nodding. For even if the others would be there, at least it would be another chance to be around her, another opportunity to see her smile.

"Yeah, we should do that," Bill agreed making Y/N smile widely. "But you should know, hanging out with us makes you a l-l-loser too."

Y/N smile softened at that and Bill swore he had never seen her eyes sparkle like they did in that moment. "Well then I guess it's a good thing I'm already a loser," she whispered, her words making Bill blush for some odd reason as he stared at her in pure admiration.

"Y/N! Bill!" Stan's voice suddenly called out causing the two to glance down the hallway where Stan's voice was coming from. "Come on! Let's go!"

Y/N and Bill both shared a look before Bill turned to pick up his pail. He was just about to grab it when he was sent stumbling back from the sudden force that hit him when Y/N's arms wrapped around him. Bill could do nothing but blink, his arms out in surprise as he looked down at the girl who was hugging him tightly, her head resting against his chest.

"Thank you for yesterday," Y/N finally whispered. "Thank you for coming to find me."

Bill softened at those words before smiling ever so slightly and quickly wrapping his arms around the girl. He held her tight as he rested his chin on top of her head. "You're welcome," he whispered as steadily as he could.

Bill really hoped Y/N couldn't hear his heartbeat because he was pretty sure it was thumping out of his chest at this point. If she could, she didn't acknowledge it and just let him go before sending him a smile in his direction and picking up her pail.

Bill returned the smile almost instantly and picked his pail up as well before the two began to walk out of the bathroom. Bill glanced over at the girl as they walked and quickly looked away before bumping her ever so slightly. Y/N turned and chuckled softly before bumping him back, the two letting out soft laughter as they walked down the hallway side by side.

Both could only think of one thing as they went to meet back up with the others—that they sure were glad that Y/N was here for the summer.

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"No, I love being your personal doorman. Really. Could you idiots have taken any longer?" Richie complained as he rode in circles around the group who were slowly walking down the street with their bikes.

Y/N had a small skip in her step as she walked beside Stan and her cousin gave her an odd look to which she only responded with a small smile. After all, how could she explain that her sudden mood change was all because of one of Stan's best friends?

"Shut up, Richie," Eddie sighed in exasperation, still grossed out by the events they had just witnessed. It was like his vision was stained with red, the blood still crawling across his skin and getting caked under his fingernails although he knew there was nothing there.

"Yeah, shut up, Richie," Stan agreed, sending his friend a small glare while Richie just made a face at the two.

"Oh okay, trash the trash-mouth, I get it. Hey, I wasn't the one scrubbing the bathroom floor imagining that her sink went all Eddie's mom's vagina on Halloween," Richie argued making Y/N stifle back a laugh as she shook her head at the boy's behavior.

"She didn't imagine," Bill said, his words causing the others to glance in his direction questioningly. Bill slowly came to a stop and the others followed suit, even Richie stopping to listen to his friend who was nervously biting his lip. "I also s-s-saw something too."

"You saw blood, too?" Stan questioned while everyone watched Bill curiously.

"Not blood," Bill said as he gently shook his head. "I saw G-G-Georgie."

Y/N tensed at that, her mind instantly thinking back to the church and how she had seen something that she thought had been her father. This wasn't the same thing, was it?

There was an awkward silence and Y/N shuffled slightly in place before whispering, "I saw something too."

The others all turned to her in surprise, Stan looming to his cousin with wide eyes as he wondered when she could hav experienced something like that.

"It was my father," Y/N whispered, her eyes glazing over as she seemed to be whisked away into the memory of the event. Her hands slowly came up to cradle her body and she shook her so slightly before whispering, "It. . .It just seemed so real. I mean I thought it was my father, but then there was this. . ."

Y/N trailed off and Eddie muttered out, "A clown."

Y/N tensed and her eyes flickered over to Eddie in surprise. He let his eyes lock with hers before gulping and nodding his head, "Yeah, I saw him too."

That statement alone was enough to make Y/N shudder, her eyes flickering over the rest of the group and her stomach dropping at the sight of Ben and Stan nodding their heads in agreement, knowing exactly what they were all talking about.

Richie, however, didn't know what the hell his friends were talking about and gave them all a confused face before adjusting his glasses and asking, " Wait, can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I'm not seeing this shit?"

"That's obviously not it," Y/N breathed out earning a round of laughter from the others while Richie sent a small glare at the girl.

Richie opened his mouth to through a crude remark in Y/N's way, but was instantly shut up before he could so much as blink. The sound of yelling caused the group to all fall silent as they quickly whipped their heads around in the direction of the yells.

"Oh shit, that's Belch Huggins car," Eddie muttered once Y/N caught sight of a blue car sitting on the side of the road. Y/N frowned at the name, having heard her cousin mention it before but not remembering who he was.

The screams got louder and Y/N could tell that it wasn't good so she went to take a step forward, her heart pounding in her chest at the thought of someone getting hurt. However, Eddie was quick to reach out and grab the girl's arm, pulling her back as he looked to his friends and whispered, "We. . .we should probably get outta here."

"Wait," Bill said before they could move, his finger pointing towards something on the side of the road, "isn't that the home schooled kid's bike?"

"Yeah, that's Mike's," Eddie muttered before it seemed to click for them. The sudden realization was enough to make Eddie's grip loosen on Y/N and she took that small second to slip from Eddie's hold before running towards the woods in the direction of the yells.

"Y/N!" Stan yelled while Bill ran past him and after the girl.

"We have to help him!" Y/N exclaimed before disappearing among the trees, Bill not too far behind her. Before Stan could even process what was happening, Beverly and Ben were running after the two leaving Stan, Richie, and Eddie to share a look.

The three let out small sighs and quickly ditched their bikes on the side of the road before running after the others, Y/N already far ahead.

It didn't take long for Y/N to find the source of the yells on the other side of a small stream and her blood began to boil almost instantly at the sight of three boys shoving a kid's face into what looked to be a bunch of raw meat.

"Eat that meat! Eat it, bitch!"

"Eat it, you little fucker!"

"Get up!”

Before Y/N could process what was happening, the boy tried to stand up only for one of the older boys to kick him square in the face. The boy fell to the ground and Y/N didn't know what came over her, but she was suddenly grabbing a rock from the ground and chucking it as hard as she could across the stream, instantly hitting the side of the older boy's head and drawing blood.

"Fuck!" the boy yelled before him and his friends quickly turned to see Y/N standing there practically practically shaking in anger.

Bill was by her side in a second and his eyes were wide as he looked to Y/N in pure adoration and whispered, "Sh-Sh-Shit, nice throw."

Y/N blushed and smirked slightly as she whispered back, "Thanks."

"Fuck! You just hit Henry Bowers!" Richie whisper yelled as he came up behind the two, the others right behind him.

Henry Bowers? Why did that name sound familiar?

Henry's friends were quick to pull him onto his feet while Y/N and the others quickly grabbed as many rocks as they could. Y/N barely had time to glance at the boy who was slowly crawling across the river and over to them, but she sighed in relief once she realized he was okay.

"You losers are trying too hard. Bev will do you. You just gotta ask nicely like I did," Henry announced before putting a hand on his crotch and making a face that made Y/N grimace in disgust. She suddenly remembered where she had heard his name before, having heard quite a number of stories from Stan about the bully.

However, Henry must've seen her face before his eyes were instantly on her and he smirked at her, his eyes shimmering with curiosity as he said, "And by the looks of it, I'm guessing your new play thing knows how to have a good time as well. Maybe I'll have to try her out for myself."

Y/N's eyes widened in pure disbelief and she barely had time to process his words before Bill, who was so red that Y/N swore she saw steam coming from his ears, yelled out in anger and tossed a rock at Henry's head, instantly causing the boy and his friends to jump back.

"The fuck?"

Those words falling from Henry's mouth were enough to have each of the kids sending their rocks at the bullies. Henry and his friends frowned and quickly tried to pick up rocks as they yelled. "Come on, get them!"

"Rock war!" Richie screeched before a rock hit him square in the face, causing him to fall back.

Battle cries left all of the kids' mouths as they began throwing as many rocks as they could. Y/N barely remembered the whole thing since it was just a heat of the moment event, but she knew it didn't last that long and that a few rocks had managed to scrap her, causing her cheek and arm to bleed.

Y/N had never seen her friends as angry as they were right then and their anger paid off, Henry's gang quickly retreating and leaving Henry behind while Y/N and the others began to run away with the satisfaction that they had won.

"Come on," Stan whispered as he quickly helped the homeschooler, Mike, up before they ran away with Beverly, Ben, Eddie, and Bill. This left Richie and Y/N staring at Henry in pure anger as they breathed heavily from the other side of the river.

"You just got bitch-slapped, motherfucker!" Y/N cried out while her and Richie chuckled.

"Go to the hell, losers!" Henry cried out making Richie and Y/N raise their eyebrows at him.

"Go blow your dad, you mullet-wearing asshole!" Richie yelled before both him and Y/N flicked the boy off. The two then fist bumped each other before running after their friends, leaving Henry Bowers behind.

Y/N and Richie were laughing and complimenting each other by the time they reached their friends, huge grins on their faces as they first bumped once again. It was then that Y/N caught sight of Mike and she was quick to hurry over to the boy who was trying to catch his breath from where he sat on a rock.

"Hey," Y/N whispered as she bent down in front of the boy. "Are you okay?"

Mike let his eyes flicker up to the girl who he knew was his savior and smiled softly as he nodded. "Yeah. . .yeah, I'll be fine," he assured her. "Thank you. . .”

“Y/N,” she whispered. “Y/N Uris.”

“I’m Mike Hanlon,” Mike said before smiling, “Thank you for what you did back there, Y/N.”

Y/N gave him a small nod in response and stood up before stumbling back slightly, an action that had Bill quickly steadying her from behind. The girl was quick to look back and she smiled slightly at the boy who was frowning as he looked at her cheek.

"You're hurt," he whispered as he gently brought his hand up to her cheek, gently brushing his finger against the skin under her cut so that he wouldn't hurt her.

Y/N blushed under Bill’s touch and shrugged before saying, "I think I'll live."

The corner of Bill's mouth twitched up ever so slightly, but the concern was still evident in his eyes as he stared at the girl. She just gave him a sweet smile before looking around at her friends who were still all trying to recover from what had just happened.

"Come on. Let's head back," she suggested and the others quickly nodded in agreement before they all began to trek back to their bikes, Y/N falling in line beside Bill and not noticing the way her cousin glanced at her a little confused.

"Thanks guys, but you shouldn't have done that, he'll be after you guys too now," Mike finally said as they walked through a small meadow.

"Ah, no no no. Bowers, he's always after us," Eddie assured him from where he was walking beside Stan.

"I guess that's one th-th-thing we all have in common," Bill suggested as he looked to Mike before letting his gaze fall on Y/N, the two sharing a small smile as their arms brushed against each other.

Before he knew it, Y/N's hand was slipping into his, their hands being concealed from the others because of how close they were already walking next to each other. Bill immediately blushed and looked away from Y/N, a shy smile on his face as he looked to the ground.

"Yeah homeschool," Richie called out causing Y/N to glance back at the boy who was trying to hide a smile that she knew was begging to break out.

"Welcome to the Losers' Club."

It was in that moment with Richie's words running through her mind, her new friends by her side, and Bill's hand holding onto her own that Y/N swore she had never felt happier.

And not once did she think about her parents.

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sentientpaperbag · 3 years

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So this not only ended up being longer than I meant, but most of it is lore related because I changed some stuff involving the lore of magic in this universe. So you get to learn about Dark and Light Husks a little more

Also i might have gone on a bit and rambled in the tags, whoops~

Under the cut!

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Zonta was tired. She’d gone a little overboard with the spellcasting practice. She just desperately wanted to get her spells right without causing too much trouble. She knew using Dark Magic was dangerous, and usually using it as much as she had would result in some form of permanent change in her appearance or even becoming a Dark Husk.

But... she hadn’t had any side effects. She was actually, weirdly enough, good at it. To her knowledge, every witch had a specific form of magic that they excelled in. For example, Zonta knew a nice girl who lived outside of town in the forest, and her specialty happened to be plant based, although she usually used mostly fungi.

Zonta, however, learned pretty quickly that she was very good with Dark Magic. It wasn’t necessarily forbidden, but it was frowned upon to use this kind of magic, due to the very dangerous consequences of overuse.

Zonta supposed it could be worse. She could be in the cult of Light Magic. Or she could be a Light Husk, those were far worse than a Dark Husk, and Zonta decided long ago that if she ever turned into a Husk, she’d go for the less depressing Dark version. At least that way she knew people would leave her alone.

“What exactly are Light Husks again?” Markus, who had come over to help her as best he could with her practice, had absolutely no idea how magic worked. Zonta liked being able to explain things to her friend, even if he didn’t really get it. She supposed it was only fair, however. After all, she hardly knew how werewolves worked and he had done his best to explain that all to her.

“Light Husks are people who used Light Magic. It’s far more powerful than Dark Magic,” she explained, “It’s also more unstable. If you have to use any kind of frowned upon or illegal magic, it’s better to use Dark instead of Light, even if people seem to be more scared of the former.”

“So since it’s unstable it’s easier to turn into a Husk, right?”

“Mm-hm,” Zonta sat down on the long couch in her living room, propping her feet on her friend’s legs as he sat down beside her, “Light Magic, being incredibly unstable and dangerous, usually tends to turn a person into a Husk pretty fast. You get like… the weirdest God complex, too. I went to a gathering with some other witches one time, and there was a Light Husk there in this like… I wanna call it a tube but it wasn’t really one. Anyway, they were in this anti-magic container thing, because if a Light Husk got loose, the world would probably be in a shit-ton of trouble. Light Husks have a whole cult following, cuz they’re usually thought of as godlike. It’s… really creepy, actually.”

“Yikes.”

“Exactly. Anyway, this Light Husk was a woman, probably like… three, four years older than us, and she’s all glowing and ethereal and it’s absolutely terrifying. But like… these people are coming up to the container and they’re asking questions and she’s answering them and her voice is absolutely mesmerizing. Really echo-y and unearthly. Honestly if she looked more like a horrifying creature made of eyes and flaming wheels and wings she could have passed as what people thought angels looked like. I don’t like it. People are obsessed with Light Husks.”

“I hope there’s not that many out there…,” Markus looked a little worried for a moment. Zonta smiled reassuringly at him, shaking her head.

“Nah, there’s like seven. After the seventh person turned into a Husk, people kinda realized that hey, this shit is dangerous and probably lethal, let’s not turn ourselves into ethereal beings of light and energy.”

Markus frowned, lost in thought for a moment. Zonta glanced out the window behind them, silently thinking her own private thoughts, mostly about how grateful she was that the two of them were comfortable with one another to talk about the less appealing sides of their abilities.

“What about Dark Husks? Are you worried about becoming one? If you use your magic too much, I mean,” Markus finally said.

“I mean, I used to worry about it. But I usually can feel when I’m going a little too far and I think that stops me from going overboard. So it should be fine, as long as I remember to take breaks and stuff. Gotta let my magic replenish or I would definitely turn into a Husk.”

“What do they usually look like?”

Zonta shuddered, thinking about the depressing forms she once saw roaming the countryside, “They look like ghosts. Or at least what I think ghosts look like. To my knowledge, Jason is the only one who can see the dead, and I’m too afraid to ask if they look like Dark Husks.

“But they like… they have hallow eyes and sunken cheeks, their bodies are usually thin and bony. Their whole body takes on a monochromatic color scheme that matches their magic. So, for example, if I turned into a Husk, my body would turn different shades of purple,” she explained, shrugging slightly.

Markus tried to envision that for a moment, furrowing his brows together. Zonta thought he looked cute when he tried to imagine something she explained. He usually looked very serious like that.

“You keep furrowing your eyebrows like that and you’ll get a crease in between them,” she teased. He relaxed his face, a small smile forming.

“I think you’d be a pretty color, but I also think you’d look scary if that happened,” Markus said.

“You think my magic color is pretty?” Zonta tried to stay calm, her heart fluttering. Usually her magic color bothered people. Magic usually was a bright color, but hers was a darker purple, almost an indigo of sorts.

“Well yeah. I mean… I think your magic is cool. And the color is kinda nice, it suits you.”

She smiled, “Thanks dude, that means a lot to me. Usually when people find out my magic color, they freak out. And then, when they find out I specialize in Dark Magic of all things, they start thinking I’m like, evil or something.”

“Do you know what kind of magic your dad did?”

She shook her head, “My mom said she can’t remember, and he left before I was born. She told me she just remembers what color his magic is. It’s red. I’ve never seen that color for magic before, it’s kinda unique. Like the dark purple for my magic. Guess weird colors run in the family.”

“Maybe he did Dark Magic like you and that’s why you’re good at it.”

“Haha, maybe.”

Zonta fought the urge to yawn, her eyes heavy. She wanted to keep talking to Markus, but she had really worn herself out practicing.

“You look tired, Hummingbird,” Markus said softly, “You should probably rest.”

“Nah, I’m.. fine,” she mumbled. She knew she needed to rest, she just didn’t want to.

“At least close your eyes. You can still talk to me, but with your eyes closed.”

She complied, closing her eyes. It was fine for a moment until she felt fingers gently brush across her face and her eyes shot open.

Markus looked embarrassed, “Ah, sorry. Should’ve said something. You had a stray hair in your face and it was bugging me. You can close your eyes again, I won’t do that without asking next time.”

She chuckled, shutting her eyes again. She tried not to think about how soft his fingers had been when they moved across her cheek.

“Your accent popped out for a minute there,” she said, laughing when Markus replied, “Howdy, ma’am,” in the most Texan accent she’d ever heard.

“Hey... If I fall asleep, don’t let me sleep too long. I have to make dinner for my mom when she gets home in a few hours. The flight she was supposed to work on next got cancelled or something, so she gets to come home for a few days,” Zonta mumbled, her words slurring a little as she felt sleep start taking over.

“Or, you could sleep and I could make your mom something. She knows you practice a lot and wear yourself out, I’m pretty sure she’d be fine with my cooking.”

“She liked that one thing your mom made,” Zonta replied, opening one eye slightly, “Those tamale things. They were really good.”

Markus grinned, “I told you. You didn’t wanna try them.”

“I didn’t wanna end up not liking them and disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, Zonta,” Zonta felt her face heat up at how sincere he sounded. She opened her eyes fully, sitting up a little more and moving slightly so she was closer.

“That’s nice to know,” she said quietly, wondering if what she was feeling was genuine or just because it’d been so long since she’d dated that any form of kindness from a cute guy sent her into a romantic frenzy.

He smiled gently at her, pushing her slightly on her shoulder so she was lying back down, “You need to rest, Z. Close your eyes again.”

“Fine,” she mumbled, “Hey, you think you could you try teaching me Spanish again sometime?”

“Only if you try teaching me how to dance.”

Zonta snorted, “You have two left feet.”

“And you can’t roll your R’s.”

“That’s fair,” she laughed.

Her mind started wandering as she felt sleep start drifting over her again. Her mind drifted to thinking about what holding Markus’ hand would be like. It was such a specific thought, and she was fairly certain it was because she was a little touch starved, but she just wanted to hold his hand sometimes.

She was half tempted to say something, but felt herself grow nervous at the thought of asking, instead opting to stay quiet.

She felt herself drifting off to sleep, and she swore she heard Markus say something, but her mind was foggy and she was pretty out of it. She felt herself growing limp as sleep overtook her, and she hoped that maybe she’d have a decent dream for once instead of the weird and sometimes frightening dreams she commonly had.

Markus quietly and gently moved her so her legs weren’t on him anymore, and he found one of the small blankets she kept around the house, covering her with it. He smiled softly at her and walked into the other room to go find something to make for her and her mother when she returned home.

#ficlet #non self insert oc #non self insert ocs #werewolf oc #witch oc #i wanna expand on love languages for these two tbh #i think cooking food for people is how markus shows affection #zonta is highkey touch starved #the last time zonta dated someone she was 15 years old #she's in her mid twenties when she meets markus #'meets' markus as if they didn't see each other a lot growing up before markus was attacked by his uncle #because they can't really remember each other at first #it takes them a while before the memories come back and they're like 'oh shit hello we knew each other for years what happened'

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burgundyquills · 4 years

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Ok, I’m gonna rant a little about SUF because I’ve got some Emotions™ and some thoughts that I want to put into words, so to my good like 5 followers: feel free to ignore me

I first found Steven Universe some years ago when it first started airing. 2013. Dude, that’s 7 whole years ago. I didn’t pay any attention to it. Sure I caught an episode or two now and then, but I guess I usually changed the channel if it was on. I was more into Gravity Falls and video games anyway. I remember vaguely at some point I thought about watching it but it would take time and effort to get into it and it didn’t catch my eye, so I never did.

A few years later, I found the music. I never got into the whole soundtrack, but I loved listening to a select few songs. They always made me feel better. I remember playing Here Comes a Thought on a car ride home from the therapy sessions I used to go to.

At the end of last summer, I stayed for a week at a house on the beach with some family members. I left all my technology except for my Nintendo switch at home, so I eventually ran out of stuff to do. We were looking through the tv and since I haven’t really watched tv in some years, Cartoon Network was one of the only channels that I remembered the number for. Apparently they were playing all of the SU episodes in a marathon leading up to the movie. It was weird to realize I remembered so much of it. I tuned in every once in a while and saw that there was a plot and the show got better as it went on. I remember I got really into it when the episode with Here Comes a Thought came around. It was a weird realization that maybe the show was good. I started watching the series from the start when I got home the next week, skipping a few episodes I saw the week before. I got really into it, it was so weird for a show to have lgbtq+ representation, complex characters, good music, and good messages. It really helped me cope with some depression and junk, the show has always been so wholesome and delightful. I watched the movie a day or two after it came out and the songs really started getting stuck in my head. I’d be watering some plants and humming Other Friends or making myself a snack while listening to True Kinda Love. I searched through Tumblr and found a bunch of really interesting theories and AUs which I’ve been keeping an eye on.

I remember watching The Test and seeing Steven not even say anything about how the Gems lied to him. It really stood out to me. I thought that was super mature of him, I figured I’d be nice about it but there’s no way I would be able to let something like that slide, even if they were trying to help him. I’ve seen someone on here point out how that shows his self-sacrificing nature and how he doesn’t want to advocate for his needs/feelings because he’s afraid to be a burden. Weird how idolizing that action may reflect my own tendency to be too scared to advocate for myself for the same reasons?

Anyways

Future rolled around and I loved that it was a little darker, focusing on Steven and his problems. To see mental health portrayed accurately in a show? A kid’s cartoon? Wild.

To relate to it? Wild.

It’s such a sharp feeling to have a show you’ve grown to love, a voice you’ve grown to trust, tell you that you can’t bottle up your emotions. Like yeah, everyone says the whole “you gotta trust ur friends and family! you’re not a burden!!” but it’s honestly easier to believe when it’s presented like this.

Imagine taking advice from a children’s show when you can’t accept that very same advice from friends, family, and actual experts?

Yeah. Some of it hits real close to home and I’m obviously not the only person on here to think that. It’s nice to see that the show means so much to so many people.

Am I gonna miss it? Absolutely, but I’m satisfied to see it end like this. I may only have been a fan for a few months, but it’s grown on me like fungi grows on a tree. Is it flawed? Of course it is! But it was good. I liked it. Am I afraid to admit that to the people in my life, to my friends? Yeah. I’ve been afraid to tell people I like anything because people are so quick to shit on other peoples’ interests. People will find a flaw in anything and decide the whole thing is cringe or bad and judge the people who support it. Yes, it’s kind of silly. Yes, it’s kind of childish. Yes, the writing is flawed. Yes, there’s a lot of stuff that goes unaddressed or simply doesn’t make sense.

So?

Nothings perfect, dude. Relax. Let people let what they like. Let us take refuge in a cartoon because it helps us feel better. Respect that this is slightly breaking down the art block and burn-out I’ve been dealing with for a few years. It’s scary that art and writing, two things I’ve loved for ages, don’t seem appealing anymore. If a cute little show about space and gay rock-people and ice cream sandwiches motivates me to doodle something or write this dumb rant? Maybe it’s okay. If it makes us share some of our feelings or past traumas or get some real help when we’re scared to be a burden? Maybe it’s okay. I mean, I sure think it is.

#SU #suf #steven universe #steven universe future #ramble #rant #emotion dump #kinda personal?#not a vent #not a shitpost

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ilovethetalkingclock · 4 years

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A Not-Sew-Magical Sequel (LALALOOPSY CREEPYPASTA)

(WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS CONTENT LIKE LANGUAGE, GORE, DEATH, PARASITES, DROWNING AND DARK COMEDY. IF YOU GET SCARED BY THIS, DON'T YELL AT ME FOR IT. YOU CHOSE TO READ IT.)

(story under the cut, based on a dream I had)

(don’t worry, it’s not a screamer, i’d never do that.)

No matter how many years passed and will pass, I liked and will still like Lalaloopsy. All the characters and concepts were and still are very interesting (though Jewel was always my least favorite) and the couple episodes I saw of both the original show and the reboot of Netflix were cute and in the case of the reboot actually very emotional. I also watched all the movies and while a majority of them were slightly flawed one way or another, that didn’t stop them from being good. Hearing the toys being discontinued and the Netflix show canceled indeed made my heart sink.

But that’s not all what I wanted to talk about. Onto Lala-Oopsies.

If you don’t recall, Lala-Oopsies was a spinoff line. As the name suggested, the characters were in mixed rainbow colors and body proportions that deviated from the usual Lalaloopsy dolls, looking like, in my own words, mutants. They came as princess/ballerina hybrids and mermaids, with the ‘Littles’ (which in the original Lalaloopsy line, were the younger sisters) as fairies. They had one movie, “Lala-Oopsies: A Sew Magical Tale”. It was like all the others, cute, a bit funny, and a simple Lalaloopsy adventure with the Lala-Oopsies.

What I never knew was that they were apparently planning on a sequel.

I was at a garage sale of sorts (i know, very cliche) when I found a blank DVD case. Here’s what it read:

“LALA-OOPSIES-SEQUEL(UNFINISHED)”

“Is this a joke?”

“Oh, that!” The owner of the sale noticed me and casually went on “I worked at MGA Entertainment… they were making a sequel to the Lala-Oopsies movie… some guy decided to make that, apparently as a joke, and he was fired as it had quite a bit of… crazy stuff. We decided to cancel it altogether as we didn’t have any other ideas... We were handed copies of it from the guy who made it before he was fired. The footage is all there. There’s a lot more stuff that happened after that, but I don’t really wanna go into full detail. If you wanna know completely, it’s worth only a dollar. Not somethin’ I’d wanna watch again.”

Out of morbid curiosity, I agreed to buy the thing.

So I went home, made sure to get my DVD player on, and opened the case. There were two discs. One that read “MOVIE” and another that just had random scribbles on it. I tried to make out if the second one actually said anything, but I couldn’t read it for shit. I got out the one that read “MOVIE”, making sure it was the film itself, and placed it in.

Hoo boy, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

There was no menu or trailers, though that was kinda expected considering it was unfinished. It just went straight to the movie.

It all looked official one way or another. Some scenes were fully animated, others were simple animatics, others were in between. But I’ll just say before we get on that it was not at all the usual Lalaloopsy fare. There was no sign of anyone’s pets at all throughout the whole movie. There wasn’t any music, like, at all, and that just made it a bit more unsettling.

Well, most of it wasn’t. It started off like your usual Lalaloopsy movie. Bea was walking down a path and singing a song about math to herself. A rather bad one, if you ask me. So bad, I have easily forgot about it. While walking, she finds the door that leads to Lala-Oopsies Land.

As the first movie took place in mostly a story that Bea was reading, she is surprised that apparently Lala-Oopsies are true. She leaves to find her friends, the rest of the Original 8 to be exact, and tell her all about it. This exchange from the conversation is what mainly caught me off guard.

Jewel: “So you just managed to find something from a story you read once in reality? I don’t believe it one bit.”

Spot: “Jewel. This is felting BEA SPELLS-A-LOT we’re talking about. The brains? The genius? The nerd? The know-it-all? She doesn’t seem to be making it up.”

Was felt their way of saying fuck? That was not in the other Lalaloopsy stuff I knew, as it was aimed at young children. I figured that was at least one of the reasons it was never finished. I decided to keep watching to find more reasons.

The Lalaloopsies were at the door to Lala-Oopsies Land, and as she didn’t believe it before as shown by the previous exchange I wrote about, Jewel was understandably dumbfounded. “Felt me, there really is a Lala-Oopsies Land…”

So of course they all opened the door and entered. Only as it turned out Lala-Oopsies land… wasn’t exactly as the story told.

The skies were orange like the original, but were more of a sickly shade of it. The ground was grey, rotted, and corpse-like. The mushroom ‘trees’ looked much more like actual fungi, and the strawberry-milk rivers and seas looked spoiled and curdled, and I could even make out a skeleton (presumably of a drowned Oopsie) in them. Bea probably put it best.

“Well… it seems the book apparently romanticized a couple details…”

The group decided to venture in and explore anyway. I couldn’t help but bring up the fact that a couple of them coughed quite a bit when they went in. Okay, scratch that, they were coughing violently, like they just inhaled smoke.

Pillow: “Felting seamstress, this place is polluted.”

As they were walking through, some sort of large insectoid jumped right on Peanut’s face Alien-style. Now I could really see why this movie didn’t make it. Obviously, everyone was panicking at the sight and trying to get the bug off. It wasn’t until like half a minute that Bea managed to find a stick on the ground and strongly swatted the insect away from Peanut’s face, though it seemed she also hit the face from this dialogue...

Peanut: “TRY AVOIDING THE FACE YOU IDIOTIC FELTING STITCH.”

...and stabbed the insect multiple times, pink-ish blood spraying from the body, gore getting everywhere. The other seven were so disgusted that Crumbs vomited right on-screen from the sight. Organs were coming out of the creature as Bea stabbed, and as I looked close enough the organs seemed rather human-like. That was pretty weird as the insect didn’t look human at all.

Well at least I found another reason for this movie’s rejection.

Before Bea turned the monster into an unrecognizable bloodied mush, I could make the colors of the insect to be that of the Lala-Oopsies fairy Lilac, hot pink and sky blue. Nah, I’m pretty sure it was just a coincidence. And yet…

Oh, that reminds me of another scene that happened later on.

The eight were venturing on into the islands riding on some sort of old rusted boat they found, and then suddenly some sort of sea serpent or something like that i dunno with the same color scheme as the mermaid Water Lily rose from the rotted strawberry milk oceans. Bea tried to row the boat away, but the monster attacked and even picked Jewel up and devoured her. There wasn’t any doll stuffing or anything cute like that. Jewel’s remains actually spurted crimson blood and human entrails as she was being chomped down on and eventually swallowed. Screaming as if the actress herself was getting violently disemboweled.

I can still hear her agonized screams as I write this, so that’s pretty annoying.

Pillow’s reaction perfectly described mine.

“HOLY FELTING SILK.”

My god... how the heck was a doll said to be sewn from a dress able to have human blood and guts?! Then again, it was a cartoon… a rather gory one if ya ask me.

In all honesty though, Jewel’s death was horrific yet satisfying for me. I never liked her the slightest.

During the attack, Mittens and Spot fell into the strawberry milk ocean as the boat was destroyed. It didn’t show the rest of what happened to them so I can safely assume they were either eaten or drowned. Or both.

So the ones left were Crumbs, Peanut, Dot, Pillow, and Bea.

They latched onto the boat’s remains as they headed to a large island.

The island’s inhabitants were all the princess ballerinas, both in the first movie and toy-exclusive, mutated to grotesque proportions, their hair all mussy and in tangles. Most of the princess’s faces were obscured by their hair, but the ones I was able to see were distorted in such a way I can’t really describe that well, though I’ll admit they looked pretty damn cool. Oh, their clothes were also a wreck too so yeah.

Crumbs became an idiot and decided to go up close to one (can’t remember which, i think it was Saffron?) to try and approach it friendly enough.

Saffron, like a wild animal, lunged at Crumbs and proceeded to violently rip her to shreds, and sure enough it was just as gruesome as Jewel’s death.

I remember just thinking to myself, “what the hell was this person on when making this?”

And yes, the remaining girls were horrified by that too and ran from the princesses as fast as they could.

Remember the scene I mentioned earlier with Peanut apparently getting attacked by that bug? Welp, they didn’t forget about that. Peanut immediately fell over, having a rather violent fit as she struggled for breath, her skin deteriorating as multi-colored insect larva ate their way out of her everywhere, some even lunging out like the chestbursters in Alien. (yes I know I already made that comparison before but still) They then proceeded to lunge at Pillow and devour her alive as she could only scream and the final two, Bea and Dot, could only watch.

As Pillow was honestly one of my most favorite Lalaloopsy, I just felt awful watching that.

Another princess, Anise, which I recognized full and clear with her pink and blue coloring, approached what remained of Pillow and grabbed some of the larvae, putting it in her mouth and devouring it, as her mouth was coated in a rainbow goo like that one My Little Pony episode with the zombies.

I would say it was disgusting, but a mutant doll eating a worm was the least of my worries.

She managed to speak words, which was strange because the princesses here were, again, mostly animalistic. Her voice was rather gravely, only vaguely sounding like the original.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING COMING TO A PLACE LIKE THIS?”

Okay, they weren’t even trying with that line.

Anise proceeded to grab Bea and beat her, but thankfully Bea was able to kick Anise right in the face, knocking her out before the grotesquely mutated princess could finish the job. Dot swiftly took Bea’s hand. Struggling to get up at first, the badly bruised Bea managed to get on her feet and run as Anise came to.

As they ran, Bea and Dot finally found the door where they came in. It tugged my heartstrings seeing the two tearfully look back, apparently reminiscing their friends, before leaving Lala-Oopsies Land for good.

It then cut to Bea in bed, very ill. She was apparently covered in radiation tumors and her hair was almost gone. Apparently the island was highly radioactive. Dot was next to her bed in tears, as Bea weakly said her final words.

“I’m sorry, Dot… sorry… for everything...”

Violently coughing blood, Bea finally kicked the bucket as Dot sobbed hysterically. The movie cut to black and ended there with, surprise-surprise, no credits whatsoever.

All I thought of was “How the hell did Bea get sick from radiation poisoning but Dot didn’t?”

So anyway I took the movie disc out and put in the one with all the scribbles.

It was a compilation of recorded clips, all of them surprisingly in the MGA Entertainment headquarters itself I presume.

One clip I remember was a Lala-Oopsies Princess Anise doll flying, chasing a random employee as said employee was in a panic. Yea it was a weird one.

Another consisted of another employee testing out a Princess Juniper doll. As they were squishing the head, (the Lala-Oopsies dolls had squishy foam heads) the doll suddenly started to bleed violently. Not gonna lie, I laughed at what the employee said.

“GOD DAMN IT GARY WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MAKING THE DOLLS BLEED.”

Last one I remember was two employees talking to each other. One of them asked the other,

“What exactly was your motivation in making this weird-ass movie?”

The other employee just responded in a weird reverse demonic gibberish I didn’t have time to translate. The first employee’s only response was a flat “what”. Exactly my reaction too. I decided that was enough and took out that disc and put it away.

Where’s the case now?

In one of my shelves. I’m keeping it. I just think it’s pretty unique in a way.

Not like it’s cursed or anything.

The End

#lalaloopsy #lala oopsies #creepypasta #story #my art #trollpasta (mostly cause theres quite a bit of comedy elements)#scary #horror #death tw #dolls tw #body horror tw #parasites tw #gore tw

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botanyshitposts · 5 years

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yo i saw the TINIEST mushrooms yesterday growing straight out of a tree on my campus... they were like 1 or 2mm across the cap, only had like 10-15 gills each and they were growing right out of the bark and the lichen. i physically died they were so adorable and ive been closely inspecting every tree i pass ever since

seeing this ask sent me on an emergency hour long hunt online when i saw it at 3am this morning bc “small mushrooms growing out of/very near lichen”, depending on ur location, could be a basidiolichen!! these are lichens who literally sprout mushrooms to reproduce, and because i’m from iowa where there’s no basidiolichen species i am secondhandedly enthralled and amazed.

in most lichens, the dominant fungus is from the ascomycete family, and the lichen reproduces through a variety of non-mushroom ways (most commonly apothecia). this being said, in 1% (literally an estimated 1%) of all lichens the dominant fungus is from the basidiomycete family (thus the name ‘basidiolichen’), which is the major fungal family that produces mushrooms. therefore, basidiolichens produce little mushrooms of their own. and they are adorable

the problem with basidiolichens is that there just isn’t a whole lot of information on them out there. like, there’s no book of all the basidiolichens in the world, there’s not a whole lot of studies....like lichens in general, they follow the trend of just like....being Mysterious in what we know about them. there are a few subarctic species through canada and in the northern united states, but most of the species are in the tropics/in south america; one of the best studied species is the Dictyonema lichen family, which are native to the Andes. they’re also apparently psychoactive, and like honestly they look exactly like how i would expect a psychoactive lichen to look

unfortunately, this family is also one of those Lichen Rabbitholes you dont want to go down lmao

like. of course they are. why would we even consider a lichen to be normal for even 3 seconds. why would we even assume it was one species. we are fools who have learned nothing and they taunt us for our hubris each and every day

annnnyway idk where you are but i would check out the Lichenomphalia genus, which is less tropical and more common. here’s an example from australia, narrowed down to just a member of this genus (notice that this species doesn’t have any noticeable thallus right around the mushrooms themselves; this is because the main thalli send fungal hyphae a little bit away through the substrate to produce fruiting bodies):

here’s a full list of basidiolichen observations (with pictures) from the lovely mushroomobserver website if you want to take a look! other then that, i also can’t rule out that they’re just some Very Cute Tiny Mushrooms, which wouldn’t be surprising; lichens and fungi generally hang out in the same kind of areas. but still. it would be cool. if mushroom lichen

#idk it would be REALLY COOL IF MUSHROOM LICHEN #or maybe they're just cute lads hanging out #havin a good time #but basidiolichens man #ive never even seen one in person #asks #plont asks #lichens #Anonymous

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Reaction to The Lovers of the Fallen Tower (Part 1)

I am beyond late, I know, but better late than never right?

I am a little spoiled on the episode on some of the general things that happen, but not the how. So be prepared for ramblings and mind going off in different directions, and also we got so MUCH WORLD-BUILDING!!

Keeping that in mind, I hope y’all enjoy this!

So, off the bat, Olala is very cute. Not much else seems to be needed to say in that regard. She also handles people who died very well, but that’s only because she hasn’t experienced it happening in any relation to her.

I don’t doubt that’s going to change when she realizes- or if someone makes her realize *looks at Sir Caroline, who is the exact kind of person to tell a child her family is dead* - that her family, her Sisters, died by the Kite’s hand.

On the subject of Death, if the Queen didn’t call all the journeyman knights because Miller as a town was slaughtered, I will genuinely be surprised. Arum seems to be surprised twice by Olala; once when she mentions that she’s from the Garden of Death- which he recognizes - and when she mentions she’s ‘half-monster’.

Arum seems to handle kids well, which- doesn’t bug me, necessarily, but it does raise the question of how. He’s been pretty hard-core ID’d as a hermit, both by analysis and the narrative itself, so while I doubt that he’s been around many children, it does lead me to think the Keep wasn’t the only one to raise him? I mean, the way he handled Olala is very different than how the Keep obviously raise Arum; he set boundaries, rules where the Keep indulges, he (tried) not to dump his baggage on her where the Keep sings and talks about everything, he sent her away to the Keep when he needed to have a grown-up conversation with Rilla- that speaks of someone who was taught by someone else. Or he could be just good with children, I’m not holding my breath here

Also, wow, Rilla did not handle anything well, but I mean. Who can blame her? A three person relationship is way different from a two-person one, and while they’re all talking to each other, they’re not communicating. Damien’s more or less committed treason - burning letters from ‘his true home’.

Does that include any letters Angelo might be sending??

How long has Damien been burning letters??

Do his parents even know he’s alive???????

I’m very concerned by this, if only because like- speaking from some personal experience- it can be very jarring to realize that you don’t have the same support network you thought you did, or that because of who you are now cannot coincide. Of course, Arum doesn’t understand it because 1) Hermit, 2) he’s always been accepted by his home, if nothing else.

They’re all having a bad time of it.

Still, shoutout to Damien for being a good person and deciding that he needed to be here to defend the child, and did it despite the communication issues with Arum and his own internal issues.

Also, Arum gets annoyed by the Citadel’s renaming of everything, but I have to wonder if the Southern Frosts has it’s own renaming of things?

Because, for those that don’t remember, what Rilla and Tal saw as a sea-shell, Caroline explicitly saw it as a court-house. Which says some interesting things about the Southern Frosts and how they correlate to the monster view of things, and how the Citadel quite clearly deviates from this by renaming things.

I’m going to chew on that thought in a different post, but for now it’s worth noting.

In that moment, where he asks to watch it again, he’s exactly the kind of person who would depress watch a show that makes him happy. And it’s done very well how Damien and Arum aren’t really talking to each other. At all. When Damien mentions he’s never heard that moniker before, he says it gently to Olala, not to Arum at all, and when Arum responds, it’s to tell Rilla to tell him.

Which, man. I’d lose my goddamn mind if I had to deal with that on a near-daily basis. (Also, it’s clear that despite Damien’s status as knight, he stays within the Northern border, and that there’s REALLY not a lot of visitors from the West, which kind of shows that despite the quite large amount of land there is in the world, people - of the West, South, North, and ESPECIALLY the East (if there’s anyone who lives out there)- don’t travel much, which contributes to the xenophobia of the North & South at the very least!)

I’m going to chew on this more - between college and life - but it’s clear that the West is something of a united front, at least where Olala was from. They allow monsters to visit and live with them, use magic and science hand-in-hand, are both in a place of death and yet holds so much life (fungi)- it’s literally the middle ground between the North and the South. Also, really glad that the Arum finally mentioned the entire North being called ‘the Second Citadel’ so I can stop referencing that one time early access content was allowed for all patrons.

It’s also interesting that a place has emotions, but then, magic. Which we still don’t know how it works really.

Also, I should mention that when I heard the name ‘emotional resonator’, I thought that it was going to- locate an emotion and fixate on it, drawing it out like a fish on a fishing pole.

This was not that.

“Increase the anxiety-”, y’know what, I had to pause here, and say that you shouldn’t try and increase the anxiety of a place, ESPECIALLY NOT IN A PLACE THAT’S STILL VERY AND CLEARLY TRAUMATIZED!!!!!

This just proves that while Rilla and Arum have high INT, they both - together- have a very low WIS. And Rilla proves that she’s Marc’s sister by impulsively going when the experiment has been run.

Parapet of the wilds. Hm. For those that don’t know, a parapet the part of a wall or a tower that stops you from falling off the top of a building. Then a two of the wilds, nine of some sort of mirror or snail (the East? Sage Helicoid??). Also, I want to take this moment to apologize for the length of this- school has kept me busy so to talk like this is very nice, except I’m still in the middle of it and I’m sure there’s going to be more to come.

Poor Olala, caught in the middle. This is DEFINITELY NOT what Marc had in mind when he left Olala in the care of Arum.

And, ah, the building does have a type. Conflicting lovers.

Hm, so towers can be used to get magical currents.

There’s also a story, called Babbalon, where, together, all of humanity was working together to ascend to heaven. And it was working, which made God, worried, so God broke the tower, and cursed people to have completely separate languages from each other so that they could never again get so close to Heaven. Considering present circumstances, with humanity and monsters, the same metaphor works here.

I wouldn’t be surprised if there was one on the side of the world to the West, East, and South.

Also, I have to wonder when Pix and David are- they clearly lived at the Terminus for a few years before everything went boom, and they were building the Bridge- aka the Fallen Tower - prior to getting attacked. I’ve wondered if it’s before or after the First Citadel fell. I mean, it’s probably before, but how much before?

Also, jesus Rilla, this- I know you want Damien and Arum to get along, but using it TWICE like this WHEN ARUM EXPLICITLY STATES IT’S *DANGEROUS* IS A BAD IDEA! Of course, she does it anyway.

AND NOW WE GET CONFIRMATION THAT THERE ARE LIGHTS OFF THE EDGE OF THE WORLD, and also a name Zin? That’s going to come up again, mark my words. Every significant person in the world/story - Queen Mira, Sir Damien, Sir Absolom, David, Pix, Senator Calin(?mentioned by the nameless monsters at the end of the World)- everyone who has some sort of name, and I do mean name, is going to come up again. It happened with Queen Mira, Sir Damien, Pix, David, it’s going to be brought up with Sir Absolom soon, mark my words.

Anyway, point is, Pix saw lights!

Even if it’s like- Plateau's, where each land mass is separated by degrees of going down, or like, the Citadel Plateau’s is separated from the land mass below it, there’s still SOMETHING out there! I’m very excited for it.

And, oh, it was just minutes after this that Pix and David died, wasn’t it? Oh.

And oh, GOd. She’s looking for answers in the wrong place. She’s looking in a two-person relationship- her situation and theirs are- so far from different that it’s like looking through 3-d colored glass with just one eye.

Their species are at war, and that- like it or not- still affects their relationship.

I mean, I get it, but also, there are other things that could’ve been attempted first.

Oh god, poor Olala. She’s stressed out, by the anxiety and by the machine and by everything that her body is literally changing out of stress! Honestly, mood, but also, huh. It means that who- or what, depending- these memories belong to, is also resonating with Olala.

And the Bridge, destroyed. This IS STILL NOT BIDING WELL FOR WHEN WE ACTUALLY GET TO THE TOWER CARD. I am going to keep harping on this until I’m metaphorically black and blue.

I don’t know if it’s the memory of the person or the machine glitching/repeating out on itself, or some combination thereof(you know, like a panic attack), but this certainly explains the description of the next episode.

Also, I love how Arum is so unimpressed with Damien’s ‘one miracle’, because functionally Arum(in D&D terms) like a Warlock to his Keep’s patronage, can create some thousand miracles and things that have never existed before, even though it’s still super impressive that Damien was even able to do the ONE miracle.

Damien, when he isn’t being a xenophobic dingus, is actually quite smart.

And that’s the end of the episode, part 1.

Also, the names at the end of the Episode fucking kill me, fucking superb you funky donators.

I’ll soon be back, with Part 2 reaction. And then we get to munch onto some good, good theories.

#second citadel spoilers #second citadel #bleepbloo thoughts

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