STOP POSTING ABOUT HONEY IM HOME
IM TIRED OF SEEING IT
MY FRIENDS ON TIKTOK SEND ME
A tied up moth
ON DISCORD ITS FUCKING
the moth chained to his hand
I WAS IN A SERVER, RIGHT? AND ALL OF THE CHANNELS ARE
so many things that you’ll never understand…
I-I SHOWED MY
PETTY LINE OF WHITE NOISE
TO MY-
SPIDER
AND THE LOGO I FLIPPED IT AND I SAID BABE WHEN
THREE VOICES COME FROM THE GRAMOPHONE
DING DING DING DING DING DING
ding ding ding
Yup that sure was a shitpost I made huh
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prompt #8
Send a prompt and I'll practice writing a ficlet featuring Christopher and Kennith! {COLOR-TV AU}
8. Person A and Person B having a playful argument about something silly.
“But have you tried it?”
“No, of course not, don’t be ridiculous—”
“Then you’ll never know if it’ll work!” Kennith exclaimed, throwing his hands out in front of him for emphasis. “I’m tellin’ ya, Christopher: all you gotta do is hold up another mirror to reflect the beams back! Then you won’t get burned!”
“It’s not that simple,” Christopher repeated for the umpteenth time, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The mirrors don’t produce normal light, it’s infused with magic. My magic. A normal mirror wouldn’t do anything against that.”
Kennith tsked. “Then why don’t you enchant the mirror you’re holding? Would that work?”
“No, because then that mirror will rebel against me, too. Alone, the mirrors aren’t confident enough to stand up to me. But once one starts, the rest begin to follow. I’m willing to bet that the mirror in my hand would just start to burn me through the frame or handle I’m holding.”
Suddenly, Kennith lit up with an idea, bracing his hands across his desk in excitement. “Ooh! Ooh! What if…! I invented a way to turn your bat into a projectile? Huh? So that you wouldn’t have to run over to the mirror and risk being burned??”
“I can just throw the bat.” Christopher stared at Kennith like he was stupid, which made Kennith visibly deflate. “And what you’re describing is just a gun, Kennith. I’m not shooting a gun in my house. Especially not as frequently as I’ll need to in order to keep the mirrors at bay.”
Kennith looked back at him dully. “You just have an answer to everything, dont’cha?”
“I’ve only been living with my magic for, oh, I don’t know, the entirety of my life? You think I haven’t tried everything?” Christopher rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “And all you’ve been suggesting so far are practical solutions to a magical problem. I’m telling you, they simply won’t work.”
Kennith scoffed, rolling his eyes as well. “That’s a load of hooey. Magic-shmagic, big deal. All problems can be solved with just a bit of ingenuity!” he declared proudly, an eager gleam in his eyes.
“Oh, is that what you call it.”
“You simply haven’t had access to someone as brilliant and talented as me before!” Kennith added, pointedly ignoring Christopher’s comment. “What if I made you a heat-resistant suit? Or a reflective suit?”
Christopher heaved a sigh. “Again with the reflective surfaces. My magic works on anything that can be used as a mirror, I’ve already told you.”
“Then what about the heat-resistant one?”
“Useless. It’s not normal heat, it’s produced through magic.”
“Then enchant it or something, I don’t know!”
“I can only enchant reflective things. Are you even listening?”
“Bah! Okay, okay!” Kennith fell back down onto his chair with a huff. “Well, what if… what if I set up a system, one with a heat sensor to measure temperature, or a photodiode or photo-resistor to measure brightness, and wire that to a trigger with a hammer that’ll break the mirror the second that it decides to rebel! Huh? What about that?!”
Christopher blinked, barely having grasped any of that idea. “You won’t be able to detect magical—”
“Oh my god, how can magical ANYTHING be any different from normal stuff?!” Kennith cut him off, his hands flying to his hair to grasp it in exasperation. “Light is light, heat is heat, how can any of it be different?! You break the mirrors with a regular metal bat!”
“Actually, my bat is very slightly magical and is somewhat a part of me, but let’s not get into that,” Christopher clarified briefly before moving on. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand this, but the aspect of the mirror being a mirror is what is enchanted. The glass itself is not a magical item or manifestation, therefore I can break it with any object.”
Kennith blinked, barely having grasped any of that concept. “I… wh… wha??”
“See? You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Christopher concluded with a dismissive wave.
“Wait, no, no, I still think I’m onto something!” Kennith shot back, standing up and slamming his hands on his desk with renewed vigor. “I’ve just got to think! I still don’t get any of your magic baloney, but there’s gotta be something I can try!”
There was a pause.
Then Christopher spoke up, genuinely confused. “Why are you so interested in helping me with this?”
Kennith only gave him a shrug. “I dunno, I’ve got nothing better to do, I guess? Plus, the more that we can avoid the risk of you being burned, the more likely you’ll be willing to use your magic on the show! Riiiight?” he asked, leaning forward excitedly.
Christopher leaned back in turn with a frown. “...I suppose I have nothing to lose. The mirrors eventually catch me off guard anyhow,” he grumbled reluctantly.
Kennith pumped his fist in the air with a triumphant, “Yes!”
“But I must reiterate,” Christopher began before Kennith could get too excited, “that your machinery and other harebrained schemes don’t mix well with my magic. They are of two separate worlds entirely.”
“Yeah, well…” Kennith shrugged again. “Do you have any better ideas, oh resident magic expert?”
Christopher opened his mouth to speak, before promptly closing it, as he didn’t have anything to say to that.
“Exactly.” Kennith nodded. “Which brings me to my next idea: what if you broke a mirror… with a mirror?”
Christopher stared at him, baffled. “And what would that accomplish?”
“I dunno. But what if?”
“You’re just grasping at straws at this point.”
“No, I’m throwing spaghetti at the wall until something sticks!” Kennith corrected him, the phrase leaving Christopher dumbfounded for just the briefest moment. “You can’t just give up, you’ve gotta keep trying something! Anything!”
Christopher scoffed. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that.”
“Thank you~!” Kennith beamed at him. That had to be the first compliment Christopher had ever given him!
“...Persistently foolish,” Christopher added after a beat with a grin.
Kennith slumped in his chair, pouting with his arms folded.
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CARNIEEEE!!!!! :D (*grabby hands*)
Oh my gog this looks so good, thank you so much!! Aah I never thought this silly carnival boy would ever get fanart, this is so awesome!!!
(And yes I can guarantee he's hit people over the head with his cane before, particularly anyone who demands a refund for all the rigged carnival games. Probably likes to trip people with it too hahaha)
Man this poor guy's gonna need to figure out how to bandage an entire half of his face lmao
* B r e a t h e s *
OK I always get incredibly nervous making fanart for others but oMG I could not resist. He's so silly!
I would've made this much sooner but didn't have my stuff with me...
Anyways
I really hope you like it @veeeffvee :D
Also uh... this. 💀
100% bet he's debated hitting stupid people with his cane before.
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