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Here part 2
“Y/n? Why does Bu look so depressed?”
Kuni poked at a purple blob in his picnic basket as he took a bite of his sandwich.
“What do you mean? He was fine a few days ago.” You answered from his lap. That’s right. You both are currently having a mid night picnic at Starsnatch Cliff. Eating sandwiches while laying on Kunikuzushi’s lap as he eats his own. The only problem is that Bu seemed sad about something, sitting inside the picnic basket and making sad squeals that sound like “sighs”.
You sat up from his lap and inspected the blob in the basket. Good lord it seems it’ll deflate like a balloon any second. Wonder what’s troubling Bu…
“Yeah but…he’s kinda off these days.”Kunikuzushi looked at Bu worried. He continued, “He doesn’t even go beyond the garden anymore. I don’t think it’s healthy for him to stay holed up in a limited space.”
“Is he sick or something?” You finished your sandwich and carefully picked Bu out of the basket. Instead of being a happy energetic blob, you were met with a sad little slime.
“Oh no…something IS wrong with him.”
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Bu’s sad behaviour has now taken 2 days. He only likes to be in the garden and with his daddy. You’ve flipped through every book on slime illness but none helped. Kuni isn’t having it easier either. He is stressed to the point he ruins his sleep schedule. You wonder…Is he terrified of losing Bu? You wouldn’t lie that you were also scared if anything happened to him. There’s gotta be a reason he is so depressed. So, with another sip of coffee at 11pm, you began to flip through the books again. There’s gotta be something you misse-
???
You heard snores from the living room…
Slowly getting up from your seat and out of your room, you tip toed down the hall.
In the living room, was Kunikuzushi, hugging Bu and a small plant?? They are fast asleep on the couch with a huge messy pile of books surrounding them. You sighed. Quietly getting a blanket, you draped it over them and started cleaning the mess. Once satisfied with the result, you turned to leave when someone grabbed your wrist…
Kunikuzushi was holding it.
“Please don’t go…” he muttered half asleep.
After processing for a few seconds, you gave a small smile and gently used your free hand to caress his cheek. Your eyes wandered on Bu, and you gave the sleeping slime a soft pat. It gave a low squeal and cuddled closer to into its plant.
Sitting beside them, and without causing much disturbance, you guided your roommate to lean on you. He did so sleepily and snuggled into you with Bu and the plant still in his arms as you held them and fell into slumber yourself.
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You woke up. Still on the couch? Yes. Cuddled with your family? No. Where are they?
Just when you thought of that question, you heard noises from the kitchen. Ah…right, they are probably in the kitchen.
You got up from the couch and stretched. Thank god it was a Sunday.
After washing up, you make your way across the hall (a familiar plant catching your sight sitting next to the window) and into the kitchen next door. You met Kuni making pancakes.
“Good morning” you wished him and plopped onto the counter. He looked at you and returned the greeting with a sad little smile. He’s still stressed. You huffed.
“Are you still worried about Bu?” You gently asked him. That remaining small smile of his fell as he hastily flipped a pancake.
“*sigh* Don’t worry, whatever it is, must have a reason. Trust your guardian buddy, we’ll fix the problem in no time!” You tried reassuring him which was replied by another sigh.
“I don’t know…he’s been like this for three days now. It’s pretty concerning. What if we don’t-“
“Oi Oi Oi! Don’t think any of those bad thoughts. You gotta stay strong and positive for him, okay?” You gave him a light bonk.
“Right…”
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“By the way why were you hugging a plant in your sleep last night?” Curiosity strikes again. Hold on is that Kuni or a tomato cuz god damn he is red in embarrassment.
“U-Uh…well…ahem, Bu really liked the plant and would whine if I tried to take him away from it…” he tried saying that with a straight face. Keyword: tried. His face was a red mess.
“So…you slept with the plant?” You raised an eyebrow and smirked. He only managed to squeak out a “yes”. ‘Why tf is he so cute?’ you mentally squeal over him.
Wait…speaking of plant where is the tiny blob who cuddled it?
“Kuni, where’s Bu?” You asked.
“Oh, he’s in the garden, probably digging into the soil again.” He chuckled. That’s right our electro slime likes to bury himself in the ground. What a weird little slime Kuni found….
“Pfft, cuddling plants? Burying himself in the ground? What is he? A dendro slime?” You joked as you approached the back door to the garden. Little did you know….
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“Hey little buddy.” You greeted Bu. Kuni was right about him digging holes in the ground. Bu looked up to you from the small pit he was halfway in. He still had a sad look on his face but something was off…Without any squeaks of acknowledgment, he turned to the fence, staring at something.
You stopped in your tracks for a second.
“Everything good?” You tilted your head. No response….you wonder…
You crouched down to his level and tried to spot what he was looking at. Was there something wrong with the fence? Were the small doors for him to crawl in and out of the garden too small? You looked harder and then you realised that…he wasn’t staring at the fence. He was staring beyond it.
Squinting hard, you catch a glimpse of…Dendro slimes…? Now it was pure confusion. Why was he so gloomy at the sight of dendro slimes? Did they bully him whenever he went out?
The dots didn’t connect until Bu hopped out of his hole and approached the small pond in your garden. (Yes you have a pond in your garden fight me)
He stopped at the water and looked at his reflection and made a noise that sounded like a sigh.
Cuddling with plants…digging holes in garden….
Aaand the dots connected.
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“Y/n! Bu! Breakfast is re-AAH“ Kunikuzushi was interrupted when the back door opened to loudly he jumped.
“I KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS!” you declared with Bu in your arms.
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“So let me get this straight…” Kuni sat in front of you and Bu on your lap, arms folded.
“Bu thinks he is a dendro slime.”
“Mhm”
“But he doesn’t look like one,”
“yep”
“And he gets insecure because of it.”
“Correcto!” You nodded.
There was silence for a moment.
“I mean...I guess it does explain his obsession with plants and distaste for those electro crystals…”
“It does!” You exclaimed.
…
Kunikuzushi picked up Bu from your lap and looked into his eyes.
……
“What are we going to do…?” He asked in a hush whisper.
You pondered for a moment and then…, an idea struck.
“Kuni you know how to sew right?”
“Yes but how will sewing help?”
“Okay so- hear me out..”
_____________One hour later…
“Bu~ we’re back!”
“Bu?”
Huh…where did he go?
“Y/n I don’t see Bu anywhere-“ kuni called as he looked under the cushion.
“Calm down he’s probably in the house somewhere. You can’t expect him to sit in one place for an hour.” You replied while checking under the table.
“Right”
“Bu! Where are you?”
“Come out little buddy we got a surprise for y- oh…Kuni I found him!” You saw the familiar blob nestled next to the same plant. The plant next to the window in the hall…
“Oh really? There you are!” Kunikuzushi stood next to you and saw his slime child snoozing away.
He chuckled.
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Bu woke up. His “antenna” feeling funny. He didn’t know what the reason was. It was mid afternoon now with the sky bright blue and for some reason he wanted to go out…
He started off by deciding to “hug” daddy first before leaving. He hopped off the window and made his way to the living room where his family was playing “chess” or whatever they called it. He stopped next to where his daddy was sitting and nuzzled against his leg. Kuni looked down on him and made a “surprised” gasp.
“Y/n look! Bu grew into a dendro slime in his sleep!” He giggled. Bu was confused now.
“Oh my! That is the prettiest dendro slime I’ve ever seen~” you played along.
Bu just stared. Did he finally grow into a dendro slime…? You got him a mirror and-
He was surprised at first, then began shaking with joy. He finally turned into a dendro slime!
You watched in amusement as he hopped around the round with loud squeaks and finally into Kuni’s arms where he got a nice hug.
“Who’s my little dendro slime? You are~” Kuni raised him high up and cooed at him.
“Congrats little buddy! Say, don’t you dendro slimes want to cuddle plants or something?” You raised a playful eyebrow at the slime while patting him. Plants…that seemed to hype him because he jumped out of Kuni’s arms, gave him and you a quick affectionate nuzzle and hopped his way to the garden.
“There, he’s back to normal now. Told ya you could trust your guardian buddy~” You grinned and elbowed him playfully.
“Nice sewing skills by the way. No way I could have made that flower petal acces-“ you paused.
Kunikuzushi was looking at you. Into your eyes. His eyes had pure admiration in them adorned by a small dreamy smile…
You chuckled and pat his head. “Come on dreamer boy, help me with drying the laundry.”
He snapped out of his admiration and replied with a sheepish smile. “Right!”
Here, part 4
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Thoughts on the Doom Patrol Finale
"It's okay. I made it home."
I thought the finale was wonderful. It was a perfect send off for the show and I think all the main characters got a good conclusion to their stories, even if I think some had bigger flaws than others. I think the show came full circle and did exactly what it wanted to do. While I would've liked to have seen a fifth season, I'm satisfied with what's here. I would say the theme for the final episode of Doom Patrol revolved around "breaking the cycle" and realizing that the only way things get better is by embracing change and to stop running around in circles. Let go of your worries and just be what you're meant to be.
Vic's ending was simple but sweet. The entire show he's been struggling to find his purpose and how he can help people in a way that isn't joining the Justice League or being a comic book superhero like Batman or Superman. Becoming a teacher with Derrick for the next generation of students pave the way and teach them valuable skills via robotics and prosthetics work (which Vic's Cyborg parts basically are) felt like the best ending for him. He wanted to be a hero and he is, it's just in the more subtle, usually unspoken/unthanked way that teachers can be viewed as "heroes".
Rita's death was sad, but necessary in order to help the rest of the team move on to their final destinies. It's often said that mothers (or grandmothers, in Old!Rita's case) are what keep families together. With her death, the Doom Patrol also died with her. She died beloved and with her family by her side... although she was embarrassed that her family only seemed to think of her by bringing her favorite alcohol... and her body blobbed up and popped like a slime balloon afterwards... But being reunited with Malcolm in the afterlife was a lovely conclusion for her. Being reunited with her lost love in a garden felt like something out of an old movie. Perfect for Miss. Rita Farr. The rest of the team paying tribute to her and watching her movie Secret Rendezvous was a lovely way to remember her. Their Lovely Rita died a star.
Speaking of dying as a star, Larry! Larry went nuclear!! Him flying into the sun during the Bad!Future at the beginning of the season was wild, his future with Rama here at the end was beautiful and it was the ending Larry deserved. He broke the cycle by not having Rama be the same "What If?" that John Bowers had been. He freed himself and was able to truly love without fear or hesitation again. Turning into a bright star in space was perfect for Larry because the entire show he had been introverted and shy and reserved. He made it a point to hide for as long as he could and never let anybody see him. His journey was all about a man embracing the things that make him who he is and to let the world see him in his glory, no matter what they think. Joining with Rama in space and becoming a star (which is how I interpreted their joining to signify) means that for the next couple thousand years, Larry can be seen shining bright in the night sky, whether people like it or not.
Jane becoming Kay again (or simplty, K., as Vic suggested) was the ultimate win. The underground was destroyed and K. found her peace. Her going to space with someone who she could find comfort in and explore with was a lovely ending for her. She wanted to leave Doom Manor and explore the world, now she can. Admittedly, I wish her relationship with Casey Brinke would've had more time devoted to it, but it's not a pairing I mind. As much as I wish she could've found her way back to Shelley Byron, I suppose I treat Shelley as an unreachable fantasy (she is fog, after all) whose role was not so much to be an endgame romantic partner to her, but to be a guiding hand and help Jane/K. begin to become comfortable in her body and sexuality again and ultimately help her reach her ending. Her conclusion had flaws, but her journey was still very very satisfying and I can be happy with her having Casey Brinke, her painting, a ship with a view, and a nice cat (so long as Casey doesn't... you know.) Her ending felt like it answered the ending Grant Morrison gave her after their run of the comics. "There is another world. There is a better world. Well... there must be." The show's answer is, "Yes, there is. She found it."
Laura's ending was my second least favorite (next to Dorothy, who just flat out fucking disappeared!!!) and I wish she had gotten a little more, but I got to see Michelle Gomez wield a flamethrower and smile bigger than a child on Christmas Day, so I can't be too mad about it. If you believe in fire as a thing that cleanses things and allows people to start over, Laura's ending worked for her character. The place that really and truly broke her is about to be violently burned down. A woman like her needed violence to heal her and I think burning down the Ant Farm was just that.
Cliff's ending was the one that got me the most. "I thought I came home to live, but I think I came home just to die." The gift that Isabel/Immortus gave him was a sweet gift. He gets to see the cycle be broken right before his very eyes. He gets to see Rory's whole life play out and while you fear he's repeating his grandfather's actions, those fears are quickly put to bed when you see that he's perfectly fine and everything works out. He doesn't become RJ Steele, he doesn't fall into the same traps and vices that hurt Cliff Steele, he becomes a different man. Rory Steele is there for Clara Steele and he gets to meet his own grandson as a flawed, but supportive and good man. When Cliff powers down and it hangs on that shot of Cliff's robot face, I broke. The journey is completed. Cliff was in an accident and spent the whole series trying to get home. He did just that. It was the most beautiful way Cliff Steele's story could've ended. I loved every minute of it.
I was happy that the Immortus plot and the Butts plot was wrapped up in about five minutes with no explanation. It didn't need one. This show was never about them. It was a show about a bunch of misfit-assholes-turned-superpowered-weirdos who had to learn to care for one another, helping each other guide through trauma and pain and become better people at the end of it. They did just that. Larry was right: every single threat the team dealt with was created by them in some way. If there's no Doom Patrol, then the world is safe for another day. The only way this all ends is by the Doom Patrol disbanding for good. If you view Doom Manor as one giant therapy/rehabilitation retreat, then all of the members of the manor were stamped and cleared to leave. They left and they all found their own happiness, happiness that would be strange and weird and nonsensical if it was any show other than Doom Patrol. In the end, the cycle was broken and the characters became free to explore the world beyond the manor. No more chaos, no more fear, only peace.
The only cycle that never seems to break is the one where the Doom Patrol dies at the end of almost every iteration of the comics... until some weirdo (Grant Morrison, Rachel Pollack, Gerard Way, etc.) comes along and resurrects them, brings them back to life. I suspect the Doom Patrol will go through that cycle again. They will die, the team will be disbanded and gone for a while, then some weirdo will lovingly make up some way to get them all together again. It doesn't have to make perfect sense, just so long as they're all together again somehow.
There's so much more to say, but I'll leave it with this for now: Doom Patrol has become one of my favorite shows of all time. It's hilariously ridiculous, wonderfully weird, delightfully strange, and the most beautifully human show about superpowered misfits coming together and helping each other find brighter days after experiencing nothing but the darkest ones. They're my new go-to example of what a found family should be and I think the finale was satisfying. I think the show wrapped up the best way that it could've and I think every person that had the pleasure of working on it should be proud of what they've unleashed onto the world.
Long live the Doom Patrol.
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CAS PROJECT
GENERAL IDEA
Our general idea was to create an event for kids at Ronald Mc'Donalds Foundation with scientific experiments. We thought that it would be a great idea for kids to forget about hospital for a few hours.
creating a group
Our main idea was to create a group of people who are already volunteers in foundation due to the fact that they already know what are they doing. We talked about this idea and decided that we like it and we agree on it.
final idea
We decided that we will make an event with experiments for kids. We agreed that all kids that can exit the wards will be welcome and we want to make it for a quite big scale. We also decided that the half of a conference room in the hospital would be ideal for our needs.
REFLECTION
During this process we started to notice that right know we have a long path to finishing our project. We need to decided about details of the events which will create it.
2. DECIDING PROCESS
sharing our idea with foundations coordinators
Our next step was to talk to coordinators about our idea and wait for their permission. After discussion with them they agreed and it was the next step for us to succeeding in our project.
experiments - ideas
Nów we needed to talk about details and decide how many experiments we want to do and what are they, so we wrote down several ideas and we voted for one we like the most.
decorations
We wanted to make the conference room look good for our event, so we started talking about the vibe we want to achieve and how we will do it. We also talked about music we want to play and lighting.
communication
We were communicating with each other on our massager group and we were slowly deciding our tasks.
REFLECTION
I think that this process was the hardest, because there is 11 of us and we all have our own ideas and different visions. So, it is hard to make everyone happy and satisfied.
3. ACTION
practice
In order to make everything perfect, we were visiting hospital and playing with kids to make ourselves comfortable with them. We asked kids what they find interesting and what do they wan to see during our event.
decorations
We started creating decorations quite early because we new that it will be extremely time consuming. We did an entrance for kids which will make them feel on another planet. We created a lot of decorations for walls which consisted of fishies, words and scientific connected objects.
equipment
At this time we slowly started to do lists for equipment we will need during our project. Next questions like who will pay for all of this have appeared. This was another challange, however we managed to do it in as cheap way as possible, but with a good outcome. We also tried to use stuff we could find in the magazine.
room plan
We did a room plan and it turned out that there will be three different typed of experiments, coloring station and face painting. We draw a plan to make it easier to create in the conference room.
experiments
We decided that our experiments will be: slime, cars, magic balloons, face painting and coloring station
tickets and posters
Our member, Zuzia did a poster to print out for our event however it turned out that the poster needs to fit in foundations criteria, so we changed it a bit and printed it out in A4 format as well as the tickets which will be given to kids as an entrance ticket. On the other side of them there will be a permission which will need to be signed by a parent.
final roles
MANAGER: Julia K.
EXPERIMENT 1 (slime): Patrycja, Marysia
EXPERIMENT 2 (magic balloons): FIlip, Julia S.
EXPERIMENT 3 (cars): Francesca, Kacper
FACE PAINTING: Zuzia, Weronika, Zosia
4. CHALLANGES - reflection
Our biggest challange wa remembering that we are making event at a hospital and not everything is permitted. Some kids have diseases which can cause allergies and make them feel bad. So, we needed permission from doctors to do that. We also were extreme careful with kids because we knew that something bad might happen. We also noticed that due to the fact that our event is pubic we cannot play music, base firstly you need to pay a fee for it otherwise there is expensive ticket you need to pay. I think that organizing such an event is a extremely thoughtful experience. Bemuse you need to start thinking about things which are behind the curtains and which are not visible for an audience. You also need to remember that your are responsible for it and if anything happens it will be on you.
5. FINAL PROJECT
Or project will take place on 2nd June from 2:00pm - 4:00pm in conference room in the hospital.
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Nano Tape Crafts! Squishy Toys
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Like A River Runs
Rating: G
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: ANGST CITY, POPULATION THIS FIC. discussions of death.
A/N: here’s something no one asked for. i’m sorry.
Joe cracked the door to your daughter’s bedroom, peeking inside to find Frankie still asleep on her stomach wrapped in her baby blue sheets. He snuck into her room, quietly taking a seat on the bed before running his hand up her back.
“Hey sleepyhead, time to get up,” he mumbled softly, not wanting to startle the little one. She stirred with a groan, before rolling over onto her back, rubbing at her eyes impatiently.
“Morning, daddy,” she whispered, voice still thick with sleep.
“Morning, short stuff,” he replied. “Do you know what today is?” The sleepy toddler shook her head. “It’s your momma’s birthday.”
Frankie perked up at Joe’s words. “Are we gonna go visit momma?” Joe chuckled at your daughter’s sudden alertness.
“As soon as you get yourself dressed, we’ll go see her!”
Frankie practically launched herself out of bed, scrambling to her dresser, earning a laugh from Joe who quickly got up to assist the four year old.
It had been a tradition since Frankie was born that the two of them visited you at work on your birthday. Frankie had only been a few months old when Joe showed up to your office with balloons and a cake, Frankie strapped to his chest giggling at all of the attention your coworkers gave her.
This year was no exception.
Once Frankie’s shoes were tied and her coat buttoned up, he got her strapped into her car seat and the two were off. The first stop was to the florist as Joe now knew you preferred flowers to balloons. Joe enlisted Frankie to help pick out ones she thought you would like the most, and once she was satisfied, Joe paid for the bouquet and set off to see you.
The parking lot was trickled with a few cars, the park apparently not particularly crowded on this late Tuesday morning. Joe helped Frankie out of her carseat before collecting your bouquet from the front seat. He held your daughter’s hand tightly as the two of them made their way to you.
They stopped at the stone that bore your name, both quiet for a moment.
“Happy birthday, momma,” Frankie said softly, breaking the silence. “We brought you flowers! I helped pick them out!” Joe felt the first tear fall, his heart clenching at how strong your daughter was despite being so young. He knew she got that from you.
Joe knelt down and placed the flowers on the patch of grass in front of your grave. He pulled Frankie tight to him, trembling as he tried to hold it together.
“Hey short stuff, why don’t you tell momma about the project you did in school last week?” Joe suggested, his voice shaking. Frankie launched into a detailed story about how she learned how to make slime in science class, all the while Joe tried like hell to not lose it.
It was another first. He’d already been through his first anniversary without you. Frankie’s first birthday without you. The first Christmas without you.
And how here he was, celebrating one of his favorite days of the year without you.
Frankie had long finished her story, turning to Joe to see his soft cries turning into quiet sobs. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around her father’s neck, and finally cried too. The pair held each other close as they worked through their grief together.
After a few minutes, Joe pulled away to wipe some of Frankie’s tears from her reddened cheeks.
“Hey baby, can I have some Mommy-Daddy time? Like last time?” The little one nodded, letting out a sniffle. “And then you can have some Mommy-Frankie time, okay?” She nodded again in understanding. Joe placed a kiss on her forehead before watching her turn and head over to the large oak tree, taking a seat on the bench beneath it.
Joe stood up and turned to you, his vision blurry from tears, taking a deep breath before speaking.
“Hello, my love,” he began, pausing for a moment to collect himself. “I wanted to make sure we kept your birthday tradition alive. We’re also gonna have your favorite for dinner, and then I picked up a red velvet cake for dessert.” Joe’s voice began to shake again as more tears threatened to fall.
“I miss you so much, baby,” he said, shaking his head. “But I see so much of you in Frankie. She has your spunk, your big heart, even your eye for color.” He managed a smile as he spoke fondly of your daughter.
“But more than anything, she is so strong. She’s been my rock. She’s kept me going these past few months.” He paused again, pushing through the pain to get his words out. “And I promise you...I am going to do whatever I can to make sure that every part of Frankie that reminds me of you…I’m going to help it grow. I’m going to make sure that this...wonderful child that we brought into this world, has the best life she possibly can. That’s my promise to you, baby.” Joe’s gaze shifted to the four year old who was patiently waiting on the bench, playing with the zipper of her coat.
“And I am going to tell her stories about you. About how we met and fell in love. About the things you used to do to make me laugh. And I’m gonna make sure she knows how much you loved her. How much I know you still love her. I promise--” Joe’s voice trailed off as he began to cry. He fell to his knees as his hands covered his face.
He felt a soft hand on his shoulder and he sighed into the touch, admiring how smart and observant your daughter was at her young age, knowing to rush to his side as he cried. But when he pulled his hands away from his face, Joe saw across the way Frankie still sat calmly on the wood bench. Joe’s head snapped towards the source of the touch, but he found nothing but the air around him, the sensation gone.
Joe’s brow furrowed. He could have sworn he had felt someone rest their hand on his shoulder. He turned back to you, wiping at his cheeks and trying to calm his breathing.
“I’m gonna let you have a moment alone with Frankie. But just remember that I love you, I will always love you, and you’ll be in my heart forever.”
Joe got to his feet, reaching down to dust off the dirt that had collected on his jeans. He waved over Frankie, who leaped off the bench and scampered over to him, instantly clinging to his thigh.
“Are you okay, daddy?” she asked timidly. Joe ran his fingers through his daughter’s hair and sighed.
“Not right now, but I will be,” he explained. “It’s okay to be not okay sometimes, you know.” Frankie pursed her lips as she absorbed her father’s words. After a moment she looked up at Joe.
“Can I talk to mommy by myself now? I have to tell her a secret,” Frankie announced. Joe smiled at the young one before leaning down to give her another peck on the forehead.
“I’ll be right over there if you need me,” Joe answered, gesturing towards the bench.
Joe settled on the old wooden bench, and he watched as Frankie plopped down cross-legged in the grass, her hands flailing as she dramatically told you a story, a trait she definitely inherited from Joe. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her, feeling nothing but pride for the little girl she was growing into.
After a few more minutes, Frankie pulled herself onto the bench, crawling into Joe’s lap.
“You ready to head home, short stuff?” he asked, wrapping his arms around the small girl. She silently nodded, and Joe squeezed her tightly before scooping her up and carrying her to the car.
After getting Frankie settled into her seat, Joe let himself glance back at you one more time. One last tear streaked down his face as he climbed into the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
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The Switch
I woke up in a forest in nothing but a medical gown, surrounded by soldiers trapped in orange slime.
Sprawled out on the forest floor, I picked myself up and stumbled out of the clearing. The orange slime twitched and moved as I walked past, occasionally gathering in larger chunks or shrinking away to let me through. Everything felt strange and I was extremely lightheaded. My feet were bruised, bloody, and starting to swell. I wandered for what could have been hours or minutes when I came upon someone’s backyard.
I climbed the small metal fence and landed uneasily onto the well-manicured lawn. At the base of the house was a garden hose and desperately dehydrated, I wandered over and began drinking from it. After I had satisfied my thirst, I took to cleaning off as much dirt, blood, and orange goo as possible. By the time I finished, I was soaking wet and freezing, my medical gown pressed against my emaciated body.
That's when I noticed the comforting aroma of barbecued ribs coming from inside the house. It sat right on the kitchen counter, unguarded, and drizzled with sweet honey. Still, in a daze, I made my way up to the back porch and tested the door. I found it to be unlocked and I quietly slipped inside.
The smell of the ribs was even more intoxicating inside the house than out and I pounced on them like a wild animal. I never even took the time to chew, each rib smoothly slid down the back of my throat and immediately started to dissolve. When I finished, I slumped to the floor, taking everything in.
I suddenly realized that what I had just done should have been biologically impossible and yet, the bone, meat, and sauce, was absorbed into my body within minutes, providing me with a shockwave of energy.
Testing my limits and vaguely remembering using my arm as a sword against the soldiers, I willed my fingers to fuse into something sharp. In seconds, the fingers of my right hand became one and sharpened into a blade the color of rust.
Terrified, I quickly asked my hand to go back to normal and it obliged, the sword separating into fingers and returning to my natural skin color.
Below me, there was the squeak of feet on hardwood and the sound of footsteps heading upwards to a nearby door in the kitchen. I dove behind the counter, my heart rate pulsing.
The door opened and a man shuffled out.
He wore nothing but a tight-fitting lavender polo and a silky drawstring thong, looking very clean despite just cooking with barbeque sauce. He blearily looked to the counter and his eyes opened wide.
“What the fuck?” he stammered.
He ran over to the pan and examined it. Cold sweat dripped down my back and I did my best not to breathe.
“Nate? Baby, did you come home and finish all these without me?” the man asked, nervously, searching the room.
His bare feet edged inches away from where I hid and before I could think I grabbed his foot on impulse. From the palm of my hand, tendrils made of ooze penetrated the man through his foot and inserted itself directly into his bloodstream.
He gasped, but before he could scream or move, a paralyzing agent was introduced to his body, pacifying him. Moving with the paralyzing agent were the tendrils themselves, growing and expanding as they rode the current of his circulatory system before reaching his brain. From there it quickly gained control of his entire body, inserting itself into the many grooves of his brain, until his every heartbeat, breath, and thought was firmly under my control.
I pulled my hand away and the tendrils connecting us severed. The man wobbled on his feet, eyes rolling to the back of his head, before finally falling hard on his back, with a silly grin plastered on his face.
I stood up. The man remained silent, his breathing slow and relaxed. Despite removing my hand from his form I could still feel deep inside him, the ooze communicating back to me every function that was being conducted in his body.
Taking a deep breath, I kneeled back down, and using the influence of the ooze in his body, I looked over some of his surface memories.
The man was Max Larsen. 29. Ex- fashion model, now a computer programmer. Married to Nate. Living on the outskirts of Benton in upstate New York. The date was March 7th, Nate and Max's 3rd wedding anniversary.
I looked up and sure enough a bright and sparkly banner with the words “Happy Anniversary to Us” spanned the kitchen.
I sighed. Nate would be home in an hour and there was no telling when the reinforcements for the military unit I devastated would arrive.
Acting partially on instinct, partially on intuition, I placed my hand on Max’s foot again. Establishing a better connection with the ooze in his body, I willed my body to take on Max’s form.
The first thing to change was my arms. They inflated with muscle, tissue pulled, and past their normal limits to match decades of exercise. The next thing to change was my skin tone, shifting from a fluorescent white that hadn't seen the sun in years, to a healthy tan that had just left the beach. Accompanied by the skin color change was a light dusting of blonde hair that started from my arms and began growing over my once hairless body. Then my chest enlarged with muscle, my pecs growing to the size of milk jugs, straining the fabric of the ripped medical gown. My neck and shoulders quickly followed, adding more weight to a body that was now more than a little too top-heavy.
I fell over, panting from the strain, my hand still firmly on Max's foot. I relied on my newfound upper body strength to keep me upright, but soon my lower half began filling out to pick up the slack. From my waist down muscle and a thin layer of fat were added to my body as I felt my dick grow several inches, my balls dropping against my skinny legs. From there my legs ballooned to accommodate the rest of my body and a perky bubble butt replaced my bony ass. Soon I was able to support myself by just kneeling again and picked myself up.
Then I felt my face begin to change, bones cracking and breaking to fit a new shape, making me wheeze with pain. Once that was finished, hair sprouted on my face and the top of my head, growing thicker and heavier as the seconds trickled past.
When all the pain in my body receded, I grabbed Max’s phone off the counter and checked for my reflection in his camera. I was his spitting image, albeit covered in barbeque sauce and a ratty medical gown that was now two sizes too small.
Then I went to work on Max. I needed a decoy to throw my assailants off my trail in case there were more of them, so I began shifting his body to take on my old form.
I knelt back down to the floor as Max’s good looks and health quickly receded from him like a desert storm over a savannah. Never losing the smile on his face, his body deflated, years of exercise and healthy eating replaced with the look of someone fed on nothing but an IV tube. His skin color shifted to a pallid white as his healthy golden locks of hair thinned and shrank before disappearing completely. His face hollowed and his boyish good looks and charm faded.
When I finished, I stared down at the man before me and was horrified. It looked like staring down at a corpse.
I took a deep breath. I tore off my medical gown, slightly ripping it, and got to cleaning myself off in the kitchen sink, too terrified to waste time going upstairs and cleaning myself in Max's bathroom.
Once I was clean enough, I moved Max behind the counter and stripped him of his polo and thong, taking time to undo the many strings of his underwear and weirded out by the sensation of gripping what had once been my balls, now on another body.
I put the clothes down in a pile and did my best to slide Max into the medical gown, careful not to rip it any further, to prevent him from being completely nude in the woods. Once that was finished I noticed the two thick gold rings on his now too skinny fingers. I easily slid them off and applied them to my hand, careful not to put the wrong ring on the wrong finger.
Then I put on his polo shirt, soft against my hairy chest, and then stuffed my new dick and balls into the silk thong. Despite the weight of my heavy balls, the thong was a smooth fit and accentuated them perfectly.
Firmly taking Max’s place in appearance I noticed the blinds on his kitchen door and shut them, casting the kitchen in darkness, before I got to work taking his memories. I spent the next 45 minutes soaking up as much information as I could, anything that would convince people, but especially Nate, that I was Max and always had been.
When I was satisfied, I wiped my old body's mind clean and replaced them with only my memories of waking up and wandering in the woods. I made sure to withhold any memories of finding and going inside Max's home, leaving him a nearly blank slate.
Then, still unsure, but willing to test the extent of my power I willed the ex-Max to enter a dream-like state where he would not remember anything for the next hour and commanded him to find a new shelter, far from here.
His eyes snapped opened and a part of me was afraid I fucked up and would be conscious, but he calmly ignored me, pulling himself off the kitchen floor and stumbling to the door. He pushed his way outside and quickly disappeared into the woods, letting me breathe a sigh of relief.
Satisfied, I took Max’s phone and sitting in his living room scanned the news for any word of what happened in the forest.
I did that for a few minutes and found nothing when a car parked in the driveway. It was only then that I remembered that Max had promised to make barbecued ribs for Nate and that I had devoured it only an hour before. I cursed myself and ran to the front door. When Nate let himself inside, I embraced him in a bearhug, kissing the back of his neck.
“And hello to you too,” Nate said with a laugh.
Feeling him take a step towards the living room and beyond that the kitchen, I spun him around and met my soft lips against his.
His shoulders relaxed, but he still kept moving to the kitchen, so I went further, slipping my tongue inside his mouth, accidentally cutting it against his teeth. From Max, I knew that he had been looking forward to those ribs for a while. I had to distract him with something else to keep him from asking questions.
As I kissed him, I placed my hand on his lower back the way he liked and succeeded in leading him out of the doorway and up to several of the stairs.
Nate dropped his briefcase on the stairs, letting it tumble to the bottom when he pulled away for a moment.
“Wait, don’t you have a meal waiting for me?” Nate asked, confused, looking behind him. I grabbed him by the chin and gave him a big smile.
“Come upstairs and I’ll make a meal out of your ass,” I said, playfully, remembering how much Nate loved getting his ass eaten.
“You’re the best boyfriend ever,” Nate said, kissing me sweetly on the cheek before we went up the stairs together, the sound of military helicopters gathering in the distance.
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Taiyuu OCT Round 1
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Yukino stretched, appraising her teammate for the hero vs. villain exercise they were doing. She guessed that they had some sort of slime body Quirk. Mostly because their body appeared to be made entirely out of blue slime. "So I'm guessing your Quirk is being made out of slime, Rimuru-chan?"
"Yup!" they said, despite the fact that they didn't seem to have a mouth. Or lungs. "I can basically turn myself into a liquid, or make myself super sticky. I'm weak to water and fire, so look out for those. What's your Quirk."
"Cryomancy." Yukino showed off with a small puff of white mist that didn't really do much aside from look cool. "I can freeze things, and then I get psychokinetic control over whatever I freeze. I can actually absorb fire, though I also don't like getting wet."
"Good to know. What should we do for the exercise, then?"
Yukino knelt down and started giving the Lumin they were supposed to escort to the other side of the forest pets. "Right, I'm... kinda acrophobic, so it's probably for the best if we go for the low route. That cool with you?"
"That's fine," they nodded.
"Thanks. I should probably stay with Inu-chan because my Quirk is great for defense. What do you think?"
"Sounds good, I can scout out ahead, try to see if I can find who we're supposed to be fighting."
"Sounds like a plan."
As they waited for the okay to start, Yukino pulled out her staff with a twirling flourish. Unlike the entrance exam, this time they let the students bring some basic equipment with them. Yukino had also tried to ask for a bow, but the teachers denied it when she explained that she could make arrows from ice... Though to be fair, that probably could've gotten pretty dangerous if she didn't have practice with it. Like the entrance exam, she was wearing a nice, warm hoodie, though this time she had her P.E. uniform under it.
"You two can start now," Aura-sensei told them. Rimuru-chan melted into a puddle of blue ooze, then flowed ahead of Yukino.
"C'mon," Yukino told the plant wolf. She started walking, and the wolf followed her. Yukino hummed to herself as she walked down the dirt path in the middle of the forest. One hand was on Inu-chan's head, both rubbing behind his ears and making sure neither of the villains pulled some sort of teleport surprise. She didn't think anyone in Taiyuu had a teleporting Quirk, but better to be safe than sorry, right? Her other hand was holding her staff, obviously. Yukino tried to act like she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, but in truth she was scanning the forest. She glanced around the trees. Occasionally she heard some rustling leaves in the distance, but nothing closer. Still, she didn't let her guard down.
Some time down the path, Yukino saw a rope in the middle of the path. It looked like it might have been a snare or something. Of course, the rope was almost the same color as the dirt path, so if her eyes weren't so good. "Stop," Yukino said, pushing down on Inu-chan to make him stop. She calmly held out her hand. A small blade of ice condensed from the air in front of her hand amid a puff of mist. The clear knife floated over to the rope, then dropped, propelled by her Quirk as well as gravity. The blade went clean through the rope and sunk into the ground. Half of the rope zipped off, and a second later a large rock tied to a rope fell by the side of the path.
"Right, let's go," she told the dog. Just in case, she cleaved the half of the ice knife that was still sticking out of the ground off of the rest of the knife, then shot it forward in a bit of a sweeping motion. It didn't hit anything, so she figured the path was clear for a bit. A little bit later, she heard a loud popping noise. Ball bearings spilled from a tree above the two. Yukino managed to react in time to make a hexagonal shield of ice above them. Her shield prevented them from getting hailed on by the small metal pellets, but there was still the problem of there now being ball bearings scattered on all sides of them.
Yukino growled. "That's annoying..." She snapped her fingers, and as she did her ice shield snapped into long, thin segments. Yukino floated the segments down to the ground and used them to brush the ball bearings off the path. "Is this all it's going to be?" she asked as she started walking again.
It didn't take long for Yukino to get accosted again. This time, Rimuru-chan jumped out of the foliage. "They're coming!" they shouted, then hid back in the bushes. "The girl who uses balloons and another girl with space hair! I'll try to surprise them, you hold them off!"
Yukino got into a ready stance, but couldn't help but snicker. "Balloons, huh? What's she gonna do, amuse me to death?"
"You'd be surprised," a voice said from the treetops. A spherical object fell in front of Yukino, and before she could smack it away a plume of thick smoke erupted from it.
"Smoke bomb!" Yukino shouted, then swung her staff. Frost crept along it as she swung, and as she hit the smoke bomb she generated more wind than should have been possible by swinging a staff. The smoke bomb was launched into the woods and the smoke it released was dispersed. Just in time for Yukino to see a purplish balloon heading straight for Inu-chan, as well as the clown-looking girl that threw it. Acting quickly, she swung her staff in front of Inu-chan, using telekinesis to speed it up a little. An ice shield condensed just off the staff, between Inu-chan and the balloon. The balloon hit the shield with a dull thump. Yukino snorted.
And then the balloon exploded. Technically it was probably just the balloon popping, but it exploded with so much force that it shattered the shield. Luckily Yukino regained control over the large shards before they hit Inu-chan, though it was close... Yukino threw the shards at the girl as she threw another balloon. The shards hit the balloon, exploding it with enough force to pulverize most of the ice.
"Okay, so 'balloons' is a much better power than I gave it credit for, that's on me," Yukino conceded as the diamond dust settled. She saw some blue ooze move behind the clown girl, but kept a neutral face. "Doesn't mean you're gonna win, Makku-chan."
Makku-chan giggled. "Like MacDonald's! You're funny, but I've gotta run now. Toodle-loo!" She turned and ran.
Right into Rimuru-chan. "What the heck?" she shouted as her shoes got stuck.
Rimuru-chan rose up, wrapping around her legs. "Now!" they shouted.
"You activated our trap card!" Yukino quipped as she dropped to one knee, slamming her hand into the ground. White vapor spread from her hand as a line of frost streaked to Makku-chan and Rimuru-chan. The line split just before them, flowing past them and converging on the other side as a circle. Ice froze up from the circle as it formed, forming itself into a clear dome of thick ice. The dome wasn't quite solid, though. There were small airholes out of the bottom, though rather flat and not nearly large enough for a person to squeeze through.
A normal person, anyway. Rimuru-chan seeped out from one of the holes easily. "Good," Yukino said. "I was hoping I made the holes big enough."
"Hey, you've got a dog on you," Rimuru-chan said.
"Well yeah, isn't that kinda the thing of this excercise?" Yukino said.
"No, another one." They made a pseudopod to point at something below Yukino's waist, then made an annoyed sound and changed their aim slightly.
Yukino looked down to see a dog circling around her. Not a wolf like Inu-chan; wolves are, usually, larger than dogs. Still, it was kind of on the big side. And weirdly enough, it was almost like... like the dog wasn't entirely there. Whenever Yukino tried to concentrate on where the dog was it was like it shifted and was suddenly a little to the left, or to the right. The dog walked over to Inu-chan, and Yukino decided that was probably a bad thing. She swung her staff, using her Quirk through it. The dog dodged, but Yukino was satisfied to note that it was only just barely. Yukino felt... something off when she nearly hit the dog, but she just chalked it up to whatever weird effect was around the dog. And as for where the dog came from...
Yukino looked up and saw the starry-haired girl. Except... logically she knew the girl was there somewhere, but for whatever reason Yukino couldn't tell where she was. It reminded her of the dog, just several times worse. The girl was trying to sneak up on her. Maybe. "I'm guessing the dog is yours, then?" Yukino asked.
"I suppose it's pretty obvious," she said, still walking in a direction that Yukino was only mostly sure was towards Inu-chan.
Yukino didn't bother trying to break through the effect through willpower alone. She planted her staff in the ground, letting go of it and making it stay upright with her telekinesis. She held her hands out in what she felt might be the girl's general direction, white vapor pouring from them as the air around them started to cool. The air she cooled, just barely cold enough for her telekinesis to work on it, was pulled to a point in front of her palms. A ball of white mist quickly formed from the compressed air. "That's a pretty annoying power you've got there, Lucy-chan, but I think I've got a workaround!"
Lucy-chan just barely had time to let out a confused "Wha-" before Yukino fired. The ball of compressed air decompressed in Lucy-chan's general direction. Violently. The annoying part of air control was how much Yukino had to concentrate on her air just to keep it from spreading out and becoming useless quickly even if she made it really cold. Her air blast didn't solve that problem at all, but by making it only barely below freezing she ended up with very little "cost" for what was effectively a one-use attack anyway. Of course, being just at the point where her bond broke with it also made it harder for her to feel the air with her bond, so that combined with Lucy-chan's aura of "vagueness" meant that Yukino only had a general idea of where she was.
Still, it was enough that she hopefully had her. Yukino didn't waste time as Lucy-chan reeled from the gale-force winds. She grabbed her staff and channeled her Quirk through it. She made another ice dome, this one a little bigger to make up for the fact that she wasn't entirely sure where Lucy-chan was. As soon as she saw that Lucy-chan was inside the dome, she turned back around to see Rimuru-chan grappling with Lucy-chan's dog.
"Run, I'll hold the dog off!" they said.
Yukino followed their order without complaining. "Inu-chan, come on!" she shouted. She ran as fast as she could... which admittedly wasn't that fast... Even aside from how short her strides were, Yukino was never the fastest runner. And she assumed Inu-chan was under orders to not to too fast, so when she noticed he was lagging behind she had to slow down and let him catch up. Still, she went as fast as Lumin would allow her to. Between Makku-chan's balloon having broken her ice shield and the fact that she thought she'd seen Lucy-chan summon things that weren't a disorienting dog at some point in the past month, Yukino wasn't entirely sure how long those ice domes would hold...
Speaking of... Yukino shook out her numb hands. "Ah, cold hands, cold hands!" She shoved them in her hoodie pocket to try and warm them up. "Still... I'm starting to get the feeling that I'll be getting a lot of mileage out of those ice domes."
"What are you doing, go faster!" Yukino heard Rimuru-chan shout behind her.
"Inu-chan won't go any faster!" she said.
"Can't you pick him up with your ice?"
"Oh yeah, good point." Yukino created a platform out of ice and set it down in front of Inu-chan. "C'mon, Inu-chan, get on!"
The plant wolf hesitated for a second, then got on. "Good boy!" Yukino said, petting him. "Now you get on Inu-chan," she told Rimuru-chan.
"What? Shouldn't I walk with you?"
"I have to focus on floating the platform if I want to go fast, so you should watch our backs. Now get on."
"Okay, if you say so." Rimuru-chan got on the wolf.
"Good slime!" Yukino said, petting them.
"Okay, now go!"
Yukino nodded and started running, having the ice platform float next to her. She was a little slower than she could've been because she still had to concentrate on the floating platform, but she still went a lot faster than she would've if she was just walking with Inu-chan.
They were already out of range of Yukino's ice, which was both a good thing and a bad thing. The good part was that that meant they were putting distance between themselves and the villains. The bad part was that Yukino couldn't tell if her ice was broken if she wasn't within range of it, so unless one of the villains picked up some of her ice after breaking their way out she had no way of telling if they were free...
"So I'm guessing I should work on restraining them so you can do that ice dome thing if they get to us again?" Rimuru-chan said after a bit.
"Yeah, that'd be great," Yukino agreed. "The only real problem with the ice domes is that they take a few seconds to form, unless I'm dealing with someone like you."
"Heh, we make a surprisingly good team, then!"
"I gues-"
"Behind us!" Rimuru-chan warned.
Yukino turned around, readying her staff. The villains were sneaking around the trees, but their stealth was pretty much ruined by the weird burning table floating near Lucy-chan... They jumped out of the bushes when Yukino turned around, ditching stealth. Yukino jammed her staff into the ground, activating her Quirk. Vapor rolled off her hands and horns as a line of frost extended from her staff in front of her, freezing up into a giant wall of ice.
"Ow, cold," Yukino said, shaking out her hands. She turned back around and started running. Hopefully that wall would...
Something weird happened to the wall. It felt like it was melting, but... not melting? Yukino looked back at the wall, seeing the remains of a giant ball of fire that had pretty much instantly melted a large hole through the wall. But... Yukino could still feel her control over... something. It was... cold air? Yukino didn't get it, but she didn't complain. She grabbed as much of the air as she could and compressed it into a ball of misty air floating in the middle of the hole. Yukino let the air loose as the villains approached the hole, blasting them back.
As they reeled from the blast Yukino flung her hands to the side, forming ice crystals with her Quirk. She noticed that that one weird table had disappeared. Maybe it had limited charges or something? Good. Though Yukino didn't like that cloud of green fog starting to grow around Lucy-chan... By the time the duo had recovered Yukino threw the two chunks of ice at them. Two icosahedrons of pure, perfect ice with numbers carved in them hurtled at the two villains. "Roll for initiative!" Yukino yelled.
The green fog around Lucy-chan formed into claws around her hands. "Draco!" she yelled, then smashed both with her claws.
"Nat 20, crud..." Yukino muttered.
"Get them!" Rimuru-chan shouted, jumping off Inu-chan.
Yukino grinned and made the large shards of ice left from the giant dice fly at the villains. "Ice knife!"
Lucy-chan deflected the shards with more speed and force than Yukino thought she was capable of. Yukino winced, forming more chunks of ice to throw. Makku-chan darted out from behind Lucy-chan, carrying a rather large balloon, and threw it at Yukino. Yukino quickly splintered a needle of ice off of one of her crystals and shot it at the balloon. The balloon popped, and even from a few meters away Yukino had to brace herself from the force of the explosion. Rimuru-chan, who was a little closer at that point, was flung back.
Yukino growled and threw her ice at Makku-chan. Like before, Lucy-chan deflected it all with clearly enhanced speed, smashing the ice into shards. Yukino just barely suppressed the urge to grin as she made more ice, and only then because of the sting of the cold on her hands. The shards from the ice that Lucy-chan broke hadn't fallen. Instead, they started to fly at Makku-chan as Yukino drew Lucy-chan's attention with more ice.
Makku-chan shouted as the ice flew towards her. Lucy-chan turned on a dime, swinging at the ice that was now dangerously close to Makku-chan.
Just as Yukino planned. She snapped her fingers, the ice darting away from Makku-chan. Unable to fully stop herself in time, Lucy-chan accidentally punched Makku-chan in the chest. She had greater control than Yukino thought, because her hit didn't look like it hurt Makku-chan too much. Of course, the next few would hopefully throw them off a bit...
The ice shards that Yukino had feinted Lucy-chan with looped around and slammed into her back, blunt sides first. Just for good measure, she threw the ice she'd just made at the villains too. It didn't look like it hit Lucy-chan too bad, but the heavy hits in rapid succession still knocked Lucy-chan and Makku-chan over into the puddle that was made when Lucy-chan melted Yukino's ice wall. Yukino grinned. While they were still trying to disentangle themselves and get up, Yukino drove her staff into the line of frost Cryomancy had already made when she made the ice wall. Her Quirk's freezing effect chained through the frost, letting her create an ice dome anchored to her existing ice wall just a bit faster and for less "cost."
"Okay, back on the dog, Rimuru-chan," Yukino said. "Before they bust out of that again." Yukino thought it'd probably take them a bit, what with how whatever power Lucy-chan was using actually seemed to be more defense-oriented, but Yukino wasn't taking any chances.
"Dang, that was awesome!" the slime cheered.
Yukino gave them a toothy grin. "You know it. Now, let's go!"
Rimuru-chan nodded and hopped on Inu-chan. Yukino picked the floating disk of ice back up and went as fast as she could. She let her staff go, keeping it from falling with her telekinesis, and started rubbing her hands together. Those attacks might've been awesome, but it was cold, too...
SLAM!
There wasn't even enough time to get out of range, this time. If Yukino had to guess, it was less than a minute before she felt a heavy blow put cracks in her ice dome. Yukino turned around to see a giant green snake slamming its head into her ice a second time.
SLAM!
"Oh, come on!" she shouted. The ice wasn't going to take more than a hit or two, even if she put everything she could into reinforcing it.
"That's a big snake!" Rimuru-chan said, pointing out the obvious.
"I know!" Yukino said, picking up her pace as much as she could.
SLAM!
That was the last hit the dome could take, next one would burst a hole right through it. "RUN!" Rimuru-chan screamed.
"I KNOW!" Yukino screamed back.
SLACRASH!
The dome broke. Yukino grabbed her staff back and sent Rimuru-chan and Inu-chan up above the trees and away from her. There was no way she was outrunning that thing, so she could at least try to make sure those two got away. Then she turned around and readied herself to at least try to defend herself from the giant snake. It slithered toward her, though Yukino noted that it looked like it floated just a bit over the ground. She gritted her teeth and readied her Quirk, white vapor curling from her fingers and frost starting to spread on her staff.
The serpent roared and lunged at Yukino. She held her ground, forming a shield of ice in front of her with her staff. The snake bit down on the shield. It tried to throw the ice away, but Yukino resisted telekinetically. She took a few steps to the side and swung at the snake with her Quirk-affected staff. Instead of frost blooming from the blow, though, the serpent roared as part of its body dissolved into some form of luminous green fog.
Yukino blinked. "Huh." That did not taste like normal body heat. It was... weirdly fruity?
"What did you just do to Ophiuchus?" Lucy-chan asked, a mix of curiosity and horror tinging her voice.
Yukino noticed that the two villains were running over to her, Makku-chan already making another balloon. Yukino sighed and drove the butt of her staff into the dirt. A small wall of ice erupted from the ground between herself and the villains, circling around to trap the snake with her. Unless it could float over the wall, anyway...
Her hands were starting to get cold again, but if she was right about what just happened that wouldn't be too much of a problem. She bared her teeth at the serpent, a predatory grin that showed off her sharpened teeth. The snake certainly looked unnerved, at least, as Yukino lashed out at the snake with a Quirk-enhanced palm strike. Instead of bouncing ineffectually off of the snake's thick hide, her hand passed through the snake with little resistance and a roar of pain and terror from the serpent. As with before, the summon's body deformed into a luminous lime green cloud that her Quirk sucked up as greedily as it did anything else it deemed thermal energy.
Yukino dropped her staff and plunged her other hand into the snake. It roared in terror. Yukino winced, but continued eating the snake with her Quirk. The mixed fruity taste it left on her Quirk's metaphorical tongue reminded her of... "Rainbow sorbet," she realized. "I could go for some of the real stuff, actually..." The serpent spat out the chunk of ice it was gripping and tried to escape, but Yukino managed to block it with the ice before it could. "I guess my name for Lucy-chan was pretty spot-on, then..." Yukino muttered to herself, moving her arms around to suck up more of the snake. "I've never tasted a star Quirk before, but between the combination of flavors and the fact that Lucy-chan called you Ophiuchus earlier... You're a constellation, aren't you?" she asked the snake. It was just scraps and green starfog at that point, and just a few moments later it dissipated entirely.
Yukino sighed like she'd just eaten a big meal, her arms feeling nice and hot. While using her Quirk to chill objects to below her body temperature made her body just a bit colder due to the fact that she wasn't completely immune to her own Quirk, sucking up an excess of heat, like a fireball or, apparently, a giant snake made of star matter(?), always left her feeling pleasantly warm. And because of that, Yukino felt almost as good as she did before they'd started the exercise. Maybe a little tired, still, but she felt like she could do something really big with her Quirk. And she knew just what.
Yukino idly noted that Makku-chan had cracked her ice wall a little, though she wasn't too worried. She grinned at the two. "Hey, wanna see something cool?" Yukino dropped to all fours, digging her claws into the dirt a little. Her horns and claws seemed to turn to ice as she readied her Quirk for something big, white vapor streaming from her arms. "Special move!" she shouted as the villains panicked and started to run away. Not that it'd help them...
Frost spread from the ground beneath Yukino's hands, permeating even below the surface of the ground. The frost expanded in a wave, going under Yukino's ice wall and spreading across the forest. It even climbed up the trees. "SUNDERING CLAWS OF THE ICE DRAGON!" The frost quickly overtook her opponents, but they blinked in surprise as nothing bad happened to them. No ice spread up from the ground to trap them, their feet didn't even freeze to the ground. It wasn't even slippery.
"That was anticlimactic..." Makku-chan said, turning back around. She started blowing up another balloon.
Yukino hissed in discomfort. She hadn't cooled the ground as much as she normally cooled things, but her arms were still starting to go numb from the cold... She planted her staff into the dirt and used to to pull herself onto her feet.
"Oh, and look at that," Makku-chan rolled her eyes at Yukino. "All that bluster, and in the end all she accomplished was frosting the ground over and taking herself out. Should we even bother with her?"
Lucy-chan frowned. "I... don't think she's done quite yet."
Yukino laughed as she shook her hands off, trying to return some semblance of feeling to them. "Yeah, she's right." She wasn't freezing again anytime soon, but the thing about Yukino's Quirk was that it was two-step. Even though she could feel the drawback of the first part of her Quirk in full force, the warm, full feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that the energy pool her telekinesis drew from was filled to the brim, almost demanding to be released.
She obliged, spreading out her legs into a wide stance and dropping her clawed hands into a position like she was about to throw something underhanded. Yukino never really needed to physically move to use her telekinesis, but sometimes for bigger things like this it felt like it helped. "Know what 'sundering' means?" She made a slow clawing motion, her hands shaking from the cold as she brought them upwards. As she clawed at the air, the ground started to rip itself apart. Small chunks of ground rose at first, but they slowly grew in size.
Makku-chan and Lucy-chan, quickly realizing that this was not a good sign, scrambled for the sides of the frost-covered ground. Yukino snapped the ground up, blocking them from fleeing with walls of earth.
"Cryokinesis, air blasts, energy absorption, and now geokinesis?" Makku-chan listed... incorrectly. "What kind of Quirk does she have?"
Yukino smirked, drawing more on her telekinetic energy. The ground cracked apart, lifting up in giant chunks. The villains slipped down the suddenly-uneven ground, though Yukino took care that they didn't get too battered from the fall. Once they were stuck in the bottom of a steep-walled crater, Yukino stacked the earth she'd pulled from the ground into a makeshift wall around the hole, trying her best to compact it into something that they'd have trouble climbing or breaking through.
The problem with having a general telekinesis-type Quirk instead of one of its more specialized cousins, Yukino was well aware of, was the fact that it was harder to perform the same sort of fine manipulation that was usually easier with specialization. Yukino could only make her perfect ice because she shaped the water as it was freezing, and even then it took a lot of practice and concentration. Still, Yukino was hopeful that her patch job would make do until her team won. It didn't feel like it'd collapse and bury the villains in dirt, at least.
She hissed again, shivering and rubbing her hands together. Her arms were still super cold, and she was starting to notice that her Quirk's energy reserves were already pretty low just from that one special move. Yyyeah, it was probably back to the drawing board for that one... Yukino almost fell as her legs turned to jelly, only just barely managing to grab her staff before she did. She winced, it was still freezing cold. "Well, at leas' they're probably not gettin' out of there anytime soon..." Yukino muttered to herself. She turned around to walk away and hopefully rejoin with Inu-chan and Rimuru-chan-
And banged her head into something cold and hard. "Ah, what the-" Yukino rubbed her head and looked in front her her face. Oh. Right. Ice wall. "Been a long time since I ran into my own ice..." she muttered to herself. It'd be hard to break out with her energy so low, and forget about climbing over. Yukino sighed, then remembered the part of the wall that Makku-chan cracked. Probably the best place to try...
Yukino walked over to the cracks in the wall. She leaned on her staff and kicked at the crack, trying to enhance her weakened telekinetic force with her weakened physical force.
Crack!
The ice cracked under her foot, but didn't break. Yukino sighed and kicked it again.
Snap!
It broke. Good, Yukino didn't think she had enough energy in her for a third one... She used her staff to knock out a few bits of ice that were only just hanging in there. The hole still wasn't that big, but it looked wide enough for her to climb through, at least. She pushed her staff through, then carefully pulled herself through. She tried not to touch the sides; without enough energy for finer telekinesis, she hadn't been able to smooth out the jagged edges of her hole. She managed, though her hoodie was torn up a little. Shame, Yukino liked that hoodie...
Yukino sighed in relief once she was out of her accidental trap. She slowly picked herself back up and dusted herself off. She looked back at the earth wall, thinking. Should she wait by the wall, in case the villains managed to get out?
She heard a pop, then a voice shouting, "Oh, come on!"
Yeah, they probably weren't getting out of there anytime soon. Not that Yukino would put up much of a fight if they did, come to think of it. Lucy-chan probably wouldn't put any more of her summons in a position where she could eat them again, and without her Quirk Makku-chan would probably take her out easily. Accepting that, Yukino turned around and started walking down the path to where she threw Rimuru-chan and Inu-chan. She was starting to feel pretty sluggish, though... She always felt really tired when her energy reserves dipped too low. The fact that it made her feel colder as well didn't help.
Yukino felt herself nodding off as she walked down the path. She shook herself off, trying to keep herself awake and get her blood pumping. She slapped her cheeks lightly, balancing her staff in the crook of her arm. Just for extra measure she pinched her cheeks, accidentally drawing a little blood because her claws were sharp. At least it woke her up a little.
After what felt like an hour, Yukino managed to shamble over to Inu-chan and Rimuru-chan. Rimuru-chan, who was currently in their more humanoid form, was trying to push Inu-chan faster than he was willing to go, but it didn't look like it was going that good. "Hey," Yukino said.
"You're back!" They harrumphed at her, making cheeks just to puff them up. "You're lucky I managed to catch Lumin, that could've gone a lot worse!"
"Yeah, yeah, let's jus' get to the finish line before the villains get back out again," Yukino waved them off. "Unless you can set things on fire I'm probably not gonna be much use if they fight us again."
"Wow, that snake must've really done a number on you, huh?"
Yukino shrugged. "Th' snake was actually the easy part, I kinda wiped m'self out dealin' with the villains. Shouldn' be too easy for 'em to get outta the hole I dug for 'em without some help, though."
They nodded. "Well that's good, at least. I think we're almost done, hang in there."
True to what they said, Wolfy-sensei was waiting for them at the other side of the next turn in the path. "You two won, good job," he told them. "Take a break, we'll have to get Laccadaisy to repair the course anyway." He was definitely glaring at Yukino when he said that. "Speaking of which, Takeda-chan." Yukino sighed to herself. She knew that stern tone of voice, Ryuji just loved using it on her. Lecture time... "I don't want to see you doing something like that again. It doesn't matter how many villains you take out if it takes you out with it."
Yukino sighed, but nodded. "Yeah, I know, I know. Won' do it again."
He nodded. "Good. Now do you need anything?"
Yukino shivered again. She dropped her staff and leaned against one of the trees. "Need to warm up."
Wolfy-sensei nodded again. "I'll call Laccadaisy, then see about setting up a bonfire or something. You gonna be fine if I leave you here for a bit?"
"Yeah, thanks."
#taiyuu oct#taiyuu high#taiyuu ocs#takeda yukino#sairame tama#hoshimi futago#allie h olmo#if you havent guessed by now yukino is a nicknamer
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Uhhhh 🖖🤟 kleinsen
HEADCANON ASK GAME (HANDS EDITION)!
🤟: romantic headcanons
i have so many thoughts about the boys but heres some
jare,, lil spoon and denies it. ev lets him pretend.
on top of that,, jared is a huge softy. biggest softy in the world. denies it endlessly and will pretend things he does arent special at all. like hell set up a whole day to do things with evan and make him breakfast and everything and just shrugs it off like its jut normal. ev just rolls his eyes and lets him do it
little gestures theyre all about the little stuff bc theyve known each other so long like.. evan makes some pasta sauce for their dinner and jared likes it cooked with garlic for flavor but he sits there and picks all the pieces out after bc he knows jared hates the texture even if evan never notices them when he eats he like will strain the sauce. jared knows exactly how evan likes his pasta cooked more than jared does so jared will scoop out enough for him and keep cooking evs, even if hell roll his eyes over it
subconsciously just making space for the other like jareds laying on the couch and barely even processes ev in his peripheral and just moves immediately so they can cuddle
🖖: really off the wall and wild headcanons
jared buys balloons just to pop them. he enjoys this. evan does not understand. jared says its satisfying and ev is haunted and just wears headphones.
jared does a lot of weird shit bc its “satisfying” evan wishes he just liked slime or soap carving like everyone else.
jared will just. bite. for fun. hell come up behind ev and just. bite his shoulder.
jared goes thru self check out for groceries and secretly rings up red bell peppers as green bc why are green like 50 cents cheaper-
sometimes ev gets high energy at night and jared drives them to walmart and lets evan drag him around and is look out while they go to the bike aisle and evan rides one of the bikes and jared dares him to do a wheelie and who is ev to deny his wonderful boyfriend also its 12am and he has energy. this never ends well.
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Downtime - a NaNoWriMo teaser
“Gods, I stink!” Killian declared, as she slouched into the converted barn they fondly referred to as their ‘break room’ and flopped down onto a chair. She was soaked through from the drumming rain outside, and up one side of her coat was a distinct greenish splatter that looked like a water balloon full of paint had exploded near her recently.
Darcy looked up from what she was reading, eyes twinkling.
“More than usual?” She signed, hands moving slowly for Killian’s benefit. Owen snorted from where they were stood at the coffee station as Killian made noises of protestation, and retaliated by flicking some of the green slime in Darcy’s direction. “Ew!”
“Have fun with the trolls then, Kils?” Owen called over, partly to break up what was looking like a very one-sided wrestling match as Killian was trying to give Darcy a grimy hug and Darcy was holding her firmly at arm’s length, laughing silently. The redhead looked up from trying to smear the goop onto Darcy’s face, and grinned.
“You mean besides never being clean ever again? Yeah, it was a hoot. Little bastards don’t half pop. And the bestiary doesn’t say anything about the smell!” Killian finally stood up, seeming to concede defeat in her mission to get some of the troll gunk on Darcy’s face, before darting a hand forward to land a perfect handprint on one cheek. Darcy pulled a face, and her signing got larger and more exaggerated as she admonished Killian.
“You sneaky rat!” But her eyes were still twinkling, and she was grinning to soften the words. Killian frowned, and repeated the sign with eyebrows raised questioningly.
“‘Rat’?”
Darcy nodded.
“Rat.” She repeated, and pantomimed a rat, chasing a laughing Killian around the room. Owen watched the antics with a soft smile on their face; Killian had slotted into the team nicely, and it now felt like she’d always been here, running jobs with them. Darcy had really taken to her as well, which had the team feeling at ease; Darcy hadn’t really taken to anyone since the breakup. Owen frowned into their mug, and scratched the scar under their beard. That had been unpleasant for all involved, but at least Darcy was moving through it.
Whatever Killian and Darcy were doing had completely distracted them from noticing Vanden’s approach; Killian was balancing Darcy on her shoulders, who was now wielding a mop like a jousting lance. Vanden took everything in from her spot in the doorway, winked at Owen, and silently moved to stand right behind Killian.
“Rookie!” She barked, and Owen nearly sprayed coffee at the sight of the redhead jumping out of her skin with fright. Even funnier was Darcy’s expression as she realised a few things in rapid succession:
Vanden had managed to sneak up on her, of all people
Killian didn’t make for a very sturdy mount at the best of times
They were both definitely falling in a heap
Vanden was there to catch Darcy, of course, laughing slightly herself as Killian fell over in a tangle trying to get away from the source of surprise while not risking her passenger. Killian, on realising Darcy was safe, flopped back onto the floor dramatically, and lay there, laughing hysterically.
Vanden set a silently giggling Darcy back on her feet, and went to stand over the rookie.
“Have fun with the trolls then?” She asked, grinning. Killian could only nod helplessly, still laughing, as she gestured over at Darcy, who still had a green handprint on her face. Vanden looked over, one eyebrow raised, and then back at Killian’s green-spattered coat. “Satisfying pop, ain’t it?”
“She- she- she-” Killian was still laughing hysterically and trying to point at Darcy between gulps of air. Owen found they were starting to giggle slightly at Killian’s howling laughter, it was almost contagious. Darcy’s eyes grew wide and even as she laughed, she started frantically signing over to Killian, who either couldn’t see her from her position on the floor or was pretending not to be able to see, and finally gasped out: “She farted! You scared her so bad she farted! Right down the back of my neck!” And dissolved into helpless giggles again as Vanden joined the laughter. Darcy was looking less than amused as she dunked the mop she was holding into the grey water in the bucket, and calmly slopped it straight onto Killian’s face.
Vanden stepped over them as the wrestling began anew, and came to join Owen by the coffee station.
“Wish I had that much energy at the end of a shift,” she remarked, reaching for the coffee pot. “This fresh?” Owen grunted their affirmation, leaning back against the counter to keep half an eye on the two youngest members of the team as they mock-duelled around the break room.
“How’s Liz?” They asked, offering a pack of biscuits to the older woman, who grabbed a handful.
“Same as ever, although not any worse, which is a blessing, I suppose,” Vanden could have been talking about the weather with how nonchalantly she spoke, but Owen could see the way her eyes tightened slightly, and they put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “She says hello, though! Wants to know when Ben’s going to finish that throw he promised her, what, last year?” Owen snorted again.
“Two years ago, now. Beth’s 16th, remember?”
“Fuck, was that two years ago? We’re getting old.”
“You’re telling me. Anyway, he says ‘you can’t rush art’ but I know he’s dropped a stitch somewhere, so now it’s slightly uneven and it’s driving him crazy that he can’t find it to fix it.”
Vanden laughed at that, the tightness around her eyes relaxing slightly. Owen smiled back at her; it had been hard for her when the tumour was found wrapped around her wife’s spine, but since the war, cancer was just one of those things that was almost guaranteed in life. Liz was as stubborn as her wife was though, and had refused to go down fighting; radiotherapy and a lot of operations later, and she was slowly pulling through. The tumour was still there, but it was shrinking. Liz hadn’t started walking again yet, but Owen had faith she’d get there eventually.
Owen glanced back over towards Darcy and Killian and was relieved to see that they’d both calmed down, and Killian was now focusing intently on Darcy’s hands as she patiently taught her some signs. Owen looked back at Vanden and inclined their head towards the table where the two were sat, and Vanden nodded, bringing her coffee and biscuits over to join everyone.
“I hope you asked her to teach you swearwords,” Owen said as they sat down, “because that’s what she’s teaching you.” Darcy rolled her eyes at Owen.
“Of course she asked for it, she wants to be more expressive!” Darcy’s signs were cartoonishly overexaggerated, and she stuck her tongue out at Owen to make her point. Killian was also grinning as she looked over at Owen, carefully signing the new words out as she spoke.
“I can say ‘twat,’ ‘bitch,’ and now she’s taught me to say ‘motherf-‘”
“Don’t you need to get home, Kils? Isn’t your shift over?” Owen interrupted her loudly while Vanden snickered into her coffee cup. “I seem to remember you complaining about never feeling clean ever again, and experience tells me you’ll need to shower for a while to get rid of that smell.”
Killian sniffed her clothes and made a gagging face.
“Yeah, fair point. Alright, I’ll catch you folks tomorrow, unless there’s an emergency.” The redhead got up, collecting her bag from a set of battered lockers that didn’t have padlocks on. “Oh, and Darcy?” The dark-skinned woman looked up, one eyebrow raised as Killian grinned at her. “You’ve still got green on you.”
Killian ducked the soggy tissue that got thrown at her from where Darcy had tried to wipe the troll blood off her face, and made her way to the door. Before she could step out, a figure barged in past her, slamming the doors open.
Killian got an impression of tall, with a mane of hair, before the room exploded into action at their appearance.
Darcy reacted the fastest, her face going from smiling at Killian to murderously angry in half a second as she produced a hatchet from somewhere and flung it straight at the stranger’s face.
Owen and Vanden both reacted quickly, but not quickly enough; Owen reaching over the table to try and disarm Darcy but not being quick enough, and Vanden getting up to move towards the intruder.
Killian found herself wondering exactly where Darcy had pulled the axe from, even as she realised that if the stranger moved, the axe would probably hit her instead; a fact Darcy hadn’t seemed to realise. Killian could only stand and watch as the axe flew –
- And the stranger deftly plucked it out of the air, not even breaking stride as Vanden moved forwards to intercept her. Suddenly, everyone was talking at once.
“On any other day I’d deserve that, but -” the stranger’s voice was low and husky and apparently completely unruffled by the fact that a deadly weapon had just been flung at her, before Vanden’s brook-no-shit tones overrode what the woman was saying.
“ – got a lot of nerve showing up here, after we told you to stay gone!”
Killian looked over to the table where Owen had caught Darcy around the waist and was stopping her from leaping the table. Darcy, meanwhile, was signing furiously, the expressions so wide and sharp she may as well have been screaming.
“ – trusted you! You said you’d never come back, you said you’d leave me alone, what the f-”
Killian decided she’d had enough, and moved back into the break room, past where Vanden was nose to nose with the newcomer (and Killian was pretty sure that, despite the newcomer standing head and shoulders above her, the older woman would break her like a twig if it came to it), and moved over to where Darcy had stopped struggling against Owen and was instead simply crying angrily. Killian took hold of her hand, and tapped the back of it three times – their code for ‘hey, look at me’ when they were out in the field.
It worked. Darcy finally tore her gaze away from the stranger to look at Killian, who promptly wrapped her up in a hug while she sobbed into her shoulder.
Behind them, Owen had moved up to stand next to Vanden and was also staring the newcomer down.
“I know, I said I’d never come back, and I’m sorry, I was really hoping I’d catch just one of you and not have to put Darcy through… well, me -” the stranger was saying, and Owen interrupted her with a growl.
“Well, just like everything else you tried, it went wrong. Get out.”
“I need help!”
“Get your sister to help,” Vanden’s voice was acid, and Killian winced – if looks could kill, Vanden would have bored a hole in the stranger’s skull.
“She can’t help. Believe me, if there were anywhere else to go, I would, but I need specialists. It’s to do with the breaches.” The woman was staring down at the floor, hands half-held up in a sign of surrender.
Darcy stiffened in Killian’s arms, and looked up, over her shoulder at the stranger.
“What do you mean it’s ‘to do with the breaches?’” Owen asked, but some of the roughness had gone from their voice. A professional above all else, that was Owen. “Rowan? What’s happened?”
Rowan looked up, and now it was her turn for tears to flow down her cheeks. When she spoke, her voice was thick from trying to keep control of her emotions.
“Someone’s been taken.”
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Pieces of Glass Ch. 1
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The Angry-Comforting Mother
Scar knew his "magic crystals" were absolutely worthless, just shards of glass he spent way too much time making look good so he could really sell the wizard vibe he was going for this season. The whole thing annoyed Grian, too, so that was an added bonus. It was fun, and Scar didn't really care if Grian didn't play along with his magic bit as easily as some of the other hermits. What Scar wasn't prepared for, though, was finding out that Grian was a huge hypocrite, and the wings that appeared on his back are a dead giveaway.
Grian: you ready dude?
The beep from his communicator made him jump, causing him to drop the diamond helmet he had been enchanting. He flinched at the loud clang it made against the floor before picking it up again, looking closer at the small glowing runes etched into it. His Galactic was getting better, he figured, since he was able to recognize when the useful enchants were placed on his gear. None of which were on this helmet. He shrugged and fitted it on top of his wizard hat before pulling out his communicator to reply.
GoodTimeWithScar: You bet! Let’s go get ourselves some wings!
iskall85: you two are going into the end? alone? you guys are so going to die.
Grian: no way. not until i have an elytra in my enderchest
Grian: then i can die
GoodTimeWithScar: I’d rather avoid dying as much as possible.
ZombieCleo: can’t wait to see how that goes for you scar
Grian: im outside larry
Sure enough he heard a rock land on the ground next to him, thrown in from his doorway -- that was missing his door, for some reason -- and when he looked over the edge of the ladder he saw the iconic red sweater underneath the diamond armor. He didn’t understand how Grian could wear that in the jungle, when it was always so hot and humid. Scar was uncomfortable as it was, and he wasn’t even wearing pants! At least, he didn’t, most of the time. The armor was not making him sweat any less over his robe, though.
He quickly scurried down the ladder, jumping the rest of the way onto the slime blocks below to greet Grian with a smile. “Hello!”
“Hey Scar. You ready for this?”’
“Yes! Dude, I miss my wings so much.” Grian chuckled in agreeance and pulled out his communicator, presumably to look up the coordinates for the Stronghold. Then Scar remembered: “Oh, before we go, I prepared these for us.”
He handed Grian three small crystals: one green, one red, and one a pale orange. Grian held them in his unoccupied hand, staring at them with a confused glint in his eyes. He looked at them closer, testing how the light reflected off them, then looked at Scar unimpressed. “Bits of glass?”
“What? No! They’re magic crystals!”
“Dude, these are just shards of glass you sanded down. Great craftsmanship, but, like, these are totally worthless.”
“No they’re not. They’re- they’re magic! See, the red one gives you a health boost, the green one gives a little extra luck, and then the orange one-”
“Just sits uselessly in my inventory taking up valuable end-loot space? Yeah, thanks, but no thanks, dude.” He tossed the crystals back to Scar who scrambled to catch them midair before starting to walk away.
“W-Wait! They’ll be helpful!” He caught up to walk side by side with his friend, holding out the shards to him again. “Come on, Grian, trust your friendly neighborhood wizard, huh? The End’s a dangerous place and we can’t fly to get around yet so we could use all the help we can get, right?”
Grian gave one last look at the “crystals,” then to the man trying to scam him out of inventory space. Scar was giving him that look. That “I can do no wrong and I will win everyone over in the end” look that Scar had realized worked just as well on Grian as it had on Cub and Doc in the past. With a long sigh and an overdramatic groan he took the glass shards from the wizard. “Fine. But if I run out of room these are the first things getting tossed into the void.”
Grian led them to the stronghold, having gotten the coordinates from Xisuma after he had ventured in with Tango a few days ago. They made idle chat, Scar pointing out little observations, but their trek was mostly silent as Grian was focused on making sure they didn’t get turned around in an extraordinarily unremarkable section of the jungle with no orienting landmarks other than trees, trees, and more trees.
After guiding them through the greenery, a boat ride, and getting only a little turned around in the Stronghold, they stood above the end portal. Scar did one last check through his inventory, making sure he had his water bucket, a pumpkin, some food, and, of course, his magical crystals. Satisfied with his preparedness he looked over at Grian, opening his mouth to ask if he was ready to go, but he stopped when he saw the other man’s glare that looked like he was trying to rip the portal into atoms with his mind.
“Uh, if you stare into it for too long you’ll get dizzy.” Scar offered, noticing how Grian’s glare only faltered when he blinked, morphing into one of poorly hidden concern. “Everything alright?”
“Uh, yeah. Of course it is.” The smile Grian gave was strained and he didn’t look Scar in the eyes as he spoke, glancing between the spot behind him and the portal. “Are we certain that the dragon’s already been killed?”
“I don’t see any reason it wouldn’t be. Usually if the portal’s activated it means one of the hermits have already gone in.” He paused for a second, but when Grian’s concern didn’t fade he followed up: “That means the dragon’s been defeated, yes.”
“That’s good.” Silence dragged on between them for a few awkward moments before Grian decided to elaborate on that. “W-We don’t have to deal with that, I mean. It’s good we don’t have to deal with that.”
Scar rested a hand on Grian’s armorer shoulder, looking down at him with what he hoped was a gentle, comforting look. “It’s okay to be scared of the End, Grian. It’s a scary place! But that’s why none of us ever go in alone. We watch each other’s backs. And I’ll watch yours with all of my magical ability.” He placed his other hand on his own chest, standing proudly and attempting to fill the other man with his own confidence.
Grian’s eyes grew distant at Scar’s words, their dark color glassing over in a way Scar had never seen before, but it was gone almost as quickly as it appeared. Grian gave Scar a small smile, it much less forced than his previous one. “Yeah, you guys are cool like that. Come on, let’s not waste any more time. We have wings to find and flying to be done.” The small hermit’s grin was wide as he gripped Scar’s arm with a firm hand and pulled them both into the starry, inky blackness awaiting them.
Scar wasn’t foreign to the feeling of being transported to the End, the strange tingling, numbing feeling that came with travelling beyond the overworld. It wasn’t like transporting to the Nether, which felt like weights were dropped onto your shoulders and took some time to get used to again if you hadn’t experienced it for longer than a week. The End didn’t feel kinder than the Nether, per se, but it was calmer, at least until you saw the endless void below you that would swallow you and your items up if you made one misstep.
This time, though, as Scar materialized into the dimension he almost believed he stepped into the wrong portal, as an unfamiliar feeling covered him. It pulled at his hair and flowed underneath his armor and circled around his arms. He wasn’t alarmed by it, entranced more than anything, and he felt whatever it was slip down his arms and off the tips of his fingers, leaving him almost reaching for it, as soon as Grian appeared at his side.
Scar stood there, staring dangerously towards the main island from the platform they were on, and tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened. A hand waving in front of his face snapped him out of his trance, his eyes blinking furiously to return the moisture they desperately lacked. He rubbed at them with his hands for a moment but then looked at them and tried to imagine the feeling wrapping itself around his fingers again.
“Scar? Dude? You good?”
Grian’s higher pitched voice was like a needle popping the balloon of dense fog that had surrounded Scar’s thoughts. He blinked a few more times, shaking his head, and looking down at his friend whose hand was still lingering in the air.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Guess it's been longer than I thought since I was in the End. Caught me off guard, that’s all.” Scar rubbed the back of his neck, patting the hairs down that were still raised.
Grian narrowed his eyes at Scar for a brief moment, as if to deduce if he was lying, before letting out what he hoped was a sigh of relief. Grian turned to face the main island, shoving a pumpkin over his head, and made his way across the rickety path that Tango and Xisuma had made. Scar wordlessly followed behind and paid special attention to where his feet landed.
Hours passed by them, friendly banter was shared, but they were getting tired. Grian all but pushed Scar into building the next bridge, and he carefully placed cobblestone slab one after the other. The mindless task he had done several times in the span of the last few hours left his mind to wander. And it wandered right back to the feeling he had when he entered the dimension. He wanted to know what it was. He had experience with stuff like the Vex in the past, but it had felt nothing like the overwhelming surge of power that he had come to know with that magic.
This had felt gentle, yet purposeful. Powerful, but cradling. It was like a mother’s hug when comforting a guilty child for breaking her favorite vase because they had played baseball inside when she had told them not to. It was unwarranted, unexpected, yet it was comforting, but foreboding because you didn’t know how long it would last or when it would change, if it would change. Scar knew, deep down, he should be terrified, but he could only find intrigue in it all.
“Scar.” Grian’s quiet voice once again grounded him, Scar was noticing this trend, and he looked up only to feel his heart stop in his chest. He was standing on a lone slab that was disconnected from the rest of his bridge. Grian stood on the rest of the bridge, pickaxe in hand and mischievous grin on his face.
“Oh geez! No, no!” Scar yelped, placing down some more blocks in his white-knuckled grasp. The devilish snickers from the other made a smile creep on his face, and when he looked up he saw the path repaired. “Y’know, I’m a magic man, but I’m not that magic.”
They returned to silence again, it comfortably hanging over them. Scar stood up from his hunched position to stretch his back, and felt his stomach twist at the drop that awaited them without the bridge. He glanced over at Grian, the other man lazily staring at the cobblestone beneath him.
“Do you have your lucky crystal on you?” Grian’s eyes shot up to meet Scar’s and his hand rummaged in his pocket until he pulled out the shards of glass that he had given him earlier. Scar smiled and went back to his bridging. “Thank god, I was worried that-” A green glint of color sped past the corner of his vision and his eyes followed it as it fell into the void below, face contorting in what he could only assume was comical fear by the way Grian laughed at him. “No! Dude! That was magic, man! You just brought bad luck upon us!”
“No, no, no. We’ll be fine. What could possibly go wrong?”
Scar’s grips on his blocks tightened at that, something itching at the back of his mind and making his nose wiggle. “At least- At least hold the health one.” He told him, exasperated, as he shook off his uncertainty.
“Okay,” was the simple response he got, and before he could utter a thanks he spotted a red dash fly near him.
He knew it was just glass. He knew that, realistically, they didn’t actually do anything. It was all a bit. A little bit of fun annoying Grian by insisting that these shards of glass actually had magical properties.
And yet he still reached out to grab it.
Something told him to.
Something told him not to let it fall into the void below him.
That something left him as soon as his hand wrapped around the red shard, and his feet slipped from the platform.
“Scar-!” was the last thing he heard before the rushing wind invaded his senses and whatever had come over Scar was ripped away as he felt nothing beneath him. He managed to spin and look up at the quickly retracting bridge he had just spent the last few minutes building so this very thing wouldn’t happen.
“Grian! Help!” He didn’t even hear his own useless, panic laced cries as he quickly fell away from the sound towards his painful death. He knew Grian couldn’t do anything. They hadn’t found an elytra yet. Grian was just as helpless as he was in this situation.
Scar gripped the crystal to his chest, wishing it had been the green one instead, and shut his eyes, bracing himself for the suffocating feeling of dying in the void. Why did Grian have to throw away the glass? Why did he have to try and catch it? Why couldn’t he have let it fall? They were useless, anyways. They wouldn’t save him now.
Against the encroaching darkness that was consuming him, a bright yellow light managed to make it’s way past his eyelids. He cracked one eye open but opened both as he saw something shining a bright golden color right behind his now faraway bridge. He distantly felt the feeling of the calm-angry mother tugging at the crystal in his hands.
Something was falling off the bridge now, towards him. It was falling incredibly fast and was incredibly big, and it took Scar way too long to realize that it was his fellow Hermit. Panic spread through his body tenfold at this realization. No! He thought. Both of us don’t need to die! As Grian got closer and closer to Scar at speeds that didn’t make sense, Scar noticed that the other’s back was… glowing?
Before he could make any sense of this observation, the faux wizard felt the breath in his lungs ripped from him, leaving him gasping painfully. He shut his tearing eyes against the pain that blossomed in his chest, and attempted to curl in on himself. His mind was overwhelmed with his own near death, that he completely forgot about Grian’s impending one.
It would be painful, much more than it was now, and long, but at least he would have an excuse to lay in bed for a few days while his internal wounds healed. That was the worst part of dying to the void, how it killed you from the inside out. That and that there was no way to retrieve what you lost. He would have to get all his good gear back, but he was used to that. He distantly realized he would have to come back, unfortunately, and most likely soon if he was going to get an elytra.
It felt like he was being stabbed through the throat, chest, and stomach all at once with a barbed, poison-tipped blade. Part of him wondered if his health boost crystal was actually working and prolonging his pain by healing him. It didn’t really matter, he didn’t think he could get his hands to let go of it at this point if he wanted to.
Next thing he knew, what little breath he had left was knocked out of him and a firm warmth surrounded him. Huh, well that’s new. The weightlessness that he had been experiencing had disappeared and a nauseating feeling flipped his stomach as he coughed up his lung trying to breath again. Have I already respawned?
Scar slowly opened his eyes only to be greeted with red, not the comforting purple and brown of his bed in Larry’s shell. He figured that the air was still as thin as it was in the End, because he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He was pressed up against the soft, red whatever, and the hand not holding the crystal gripped it weakly.
As soon as it felt as if he was finally breathing comfortably again, the air was knocked from him for the third time in what he could only assume was the last ten seconds. He rolled away from whatever he had been by, his armor no doubt denting at the way he bounced along the hard endstone. When he came to a stop he simply stared up at the void-sky and decided to focus on the chorus flowers instead. It took yet more coughing and shaky breaths before he was breathing easily and Scar finally processed what had just happened. Or rather the fact that he had absolutely no idea what had just happened.
He had just been falling, hadn’t he? He had just been falling, with no elytra, into the void after he basically jumped in after a useless piece of stained glass that his end busting partner, who also had no elytra, had thrown. He had felt himself dying in the void. He knew he had. And yet here he was, lying on the uncomfortable, uneven endstone.
He groaned and slowly propped himself up on his elbows, making a note that he was indeed still holding the red glass in his hand so at least that venture hadn’t been in vain. His head spun at the new orientation but it didn’t last long and he was scanning his surroundings. He spotted the narrow cobble bridge he had built but felt his heart stop when he saw no red-sweater clad, crystal throwing Hermit standing on it. “Grian?” He rasped, his throat raw, as panic started to seep into him.
A groan from his left caught his attention and his head snapped over to look at the culprit and gaped. Propped up on his hands a few blocks away was the familiar, unmistakable features of Grian: red sweater, blonde hair, short stature. Scar wasn’t occupied with the fact that his friend was there completely fine, no that was normal, what wasn’t normal was the giant golden feathered wings that sprouted from the small hermit’s back.
Scar’s near death experience was completely forgotten, and he felt what was becoming a familiar sensation tug at the back of his collar when he began connecting pieces without fully understanding how they fit together. Grian was the only other hermit here, and he was clearly the one in front of him. It was undeniable and yet completely unbelievable. Scar had been presumably carried by something red and warm back up to the island he was laying on now from at least 100 meters below it. Grian had a red sweater, was definitely strong enough to carry the twig that was Scar, and had gigantic wings that looked more than capable of making the treacherous journey from death.
The other pushed himself up to sit on his knees and his eyes slowly opened. Scar made a strangled noise as he noticed the white glow that faded from them and returned them to their usual dark brown.
Grian’s head snapped over to him. “Scar! Oh my god, Scar are you okay?” His voice was echoing with worry. Literally. There was a reverb to it that garbled his words. Grian must have noticed this since he slapped a hand over his mouth.
“I…” Scar didn’t have words, his mouth dry and mind too blank to think of closing it. He blinked. “Yeah.” He said lamely, his voice pitched three octaves to high.
Silence covered them as Grian seemed hesitant to speak and Scar was still wrapping his mind around everything. Why did Grian have wings? Why had Grian’s eyes been glowing? Why did his voice sound like that? Was all of this actually normal? Did Scar just not see Grian nearly enough during last season to know this about him?
“Uh,” Grian mumbled behind his hand, shoulders falling from his ears when it didn’t come out like a bad feedback loop.
“So,” Scar tacked on, finally closing his mouth. He tried to think of a proper way to go about this but his brain was apparently still fried since all he managed was: “What just happened?”
“I don’t know!” Grian quickly responded, throwing his arms up in the air above him.
“You have wings?”
“I just saw you falling and-”
“Is this normal for you?”
“No! Well, I mean, I guess I panicked and-”
“Why were your eyes glowing?”
“My eyes were what?” Grian’s voice matched Scar’s in a panicked pitch. He sat up on his knees, patting the sides of his head.
“They were glowing. They aren’t anymore though.” Scar quickly reassured him, sitting cross legged and facing him. They shared a staring contest of sorts, Scar searching for answers and Grian’s expression providing none. “So, wings, huh?”
Grian sat up straighter, head swiveling to look behind him at the appendages that were attached to his back. Scar couldn’t see his face from the angle, but the way he hesitated when reaching back to touch them and how he flinched back when he barely grazed the feathers made him wonder if they hurt. Grian had gotten as close as Scar had been to the void, after all. Scar flipped the red glass in his hand, almost offering it to the other as a way to lighten the mood, but stopped when he remembered it was these stupid things that caused this whole ordeal in the first place. Grian turned away from his wings, hands curled up in his lap. He stared at the endstone and Scar glanced between it and Grian, trying to find whatever it was the other was looking for. He didn’t find it, though, because Grian stood up and offered a hand to help Scar up.
They both seemed shaky as Scar stood, and Grian made sure he didn’t fall as soon as he was on his own two feet again. Looking down at Grian, his wings didn’t look nearly as big. He wondered if they had shrunk or if it had been perspective the entire time. He also noted that the golden color they had been had dulled significantly to a pale yellow.
“Do you think you can make it back home without falling off another bridge?” Grian asked quietly, a steadying hand still on Scar’s arm as he looked up at him with concern.
“Uh,” Now that Scar was standing, and attention had been dragged away from Grian’s sudden transformation, the weight of what had nearly happened hit him like a falling anvil. His chest and throat still burned, his head pounded with a headache right behind his eyes, and his stomach felt like it was sloshing around inside of him. The hand that held the “crystal” was beginning to cramp and he wiggled the glass into a pocket on his robe under his armor. He took a deep breath in from his nose and let any remaining tension in his body fade and gave Grian as reassuring of a smile as he could manage. “Yeah, I think I’ll be fine.”
Grian looked relieved, giving him a nod. “Good, then you head back.”
“What about you?”
Grian walked back out onto the bridge that Scar had built what felt like hours ago and looked down at it, pulling out some blocks from his inventory. “I’m gonna keep going and see if I can find anything.”
“What? Alone? Grian, there’s a reason we use the buddy system. Heck, you just proved why-”
“Scar, it’s fine. I’ll be fine. You go rest, okay?” Scar opened his mouth to protest but Grian didn’t let him. “I need some time to think, anyways. May as well try and get something out of it in the process.” Scar still wasn’t convinced. He gave Grian a hard stare and watched as the younger man sank in on himself under the scrutiny. He looked down and then back up at Scar, a pleading look in his eyes, and spoke with a quiet voice. “Please, Scar. I’ll be fine.”
Scar gave him the same look he had given Cub and Doc countless times last season when they were working too hard, but gave up when the effort made his headache pound and he brought a hand up to rub his temples. He sighed. “Alright, okay, I’ll go home. But you better come see me the second you get back, okay?”
Grian stood up a little straighter, seeming surprised that Scar had agreed. “Okay, Scar, I will.”
Scar turned around the way they came and found the bridge that they had made to get to the current island. He carefully made his way across it and many others as he trekked back to the portal home. He tried putting a pumpkin over his head as an extra safety measure but decided he would risk the angry endermen instead when squinting through the face of the halloween decoration made his headache worse. He kept his tired eyes on the ground for the most part anyways. Who knew that nearly dying in the void was just as tiring as actually dying in the void?
Before long his feet splashed in water and he risked looking up, smiling happily as he spotted the bedrock circle that would drop him right back into his comfy bed in Larry’s shell. He let himself fall into the portal, embracing the numbness that came with it until he was on top of the purple blanket that he so desperately wanted to curl up in. He had enough of a conscience left to shrug his armor off and even take his robe off, haphazardly throwing it somewhere on the floor. Not waiting a second longer, Scar snuggled up into the soft wool of his bed and drifted to sleep.
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Hey guys and happy December! I just uploaded a new video :) This time I did an experiment and looked into what happens when you crush crunchy and soft things by car! The video shows more than 30 objects being run over by car and trust me they look so satisfying and magical! This experiment video includes glitter, balloons, foam, slime, toys, squishies, squishy toys, expired food like Oreos, Coca cola, Kinder eggs, Pringles, pancakes, ice cream, Jello and other yummy deserts that I found in the expired section of my grocery shop. Enjoy my Tire Crushing ASMR Compilation challenge and if you have any video requests let me know. I loved this car experiment so much so tell me in the comments what other things you'd like to see me crush next time and I can make it happen. New video on my SaraBeautyCorner channel is coming in about two weeks.
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