#galacticxmultimuse

Well, this was new, Link thought to himself.

When he realized that he was in an unfamiliar environment, the first thing he did was try to roam to the nearest landmark. His face was remarkably calm, even as he was in a strange new world. Just then, he saw someone, and then he called out:

The ex-SOLDIER would merely give an acknowledging huff to Isabelle, swinging his massive Buster Sword in a half-circle before stabbing it into the ground, leaning up against the flat side of it. “I don’t doubt that there’s a way... I just don’t feel like I belong here, you know.” he explains to the dog.

@galacticxmultimuse  //;; Adrien Starter Call - Closed

     ~*;; “It truly is boring without M’Lady on patrol.” Chat yawned, feet lazily walking toe-to-heel as he carefully balanced his way across the lovely rooftops of Paris. Hawmoth had been particularly quiet this week, so to save themselves some time, Ladybug and Chat Noir had decided that they were going to do solo patrols for a little while, just so they could continue to keep an eye on things while also maintaining their social lives. 

     Not that Chat minded the solo-patrols. Anything to help Ladybug get the rest she probably desperately needed. But the thing was... he was so bored. Absolutely, unequivocally, bored. No akuma, no Ladybug, heck, not even the citizens of Paris seemed to notice or care that Chat Noir was around. 

     A sigh left him as he twirled his baton and extended it just enough to support himself as he leaned on it with a small huff. “Now, something interesting has to be going down right? Something? Anythi-- what was that?!” Quickly, Chat’s head lifted and his ears perked a little as he narrowed his eyes. Someone, or something, bounding across the rooftops. 

Kirby approached the small rodent Pokémon, caution being at the forefront. He didn't wanna hurt Pichu, but he had to do something! More importantly, he didn't wanna BE hurt by a friend!

Drabble prompts | Accepting

There were many Reds, and many Vexes, and many lovers of both. Many instances of them in many places. Many that came together in one anomaly, many that fought that day, and many were lost. When it all split back up, there were Reds that got to go home with their loves ones… and ones that didn’t.

Red buried her the human way, near the door to the ruins, away from other people, deep enough into the ground not even the dogs would smell her. Maybe, if she ever reset, that body would disappear from the ground there… maybe. Or maybe she’d never come back.

…She’d never come back. Something in him knew that.

He sat by the door, looking at where he’d marked her ‘grave,’ with just a small stone, just a small star carved into it. Inconspicuous. Simple. Some of the other Reds got happy endings. Why didn’t he?

“What has made you so sad, my friend?” the lady on the other side of the door would ask, and he would pull up his legs to himself, settle his chin on his knees, close his eyes.

“i thought maybe fallin’ in love wouldn’t be so bad. then it was.”

“…I know the feeling.”

“yeah…”

“…Would you like to hear a joke?”

“not today, lady.”

             “Oh Diaaaaaa” He sang her name, perched atop her bed. “Anything you wanna tell me?”