“That's enough.” You never heard Sylus’ voice take such a stern, final tone with you. With others, yes, but never with you, not until now. He looked at you, looming, eyes momentarily at the empty screen that you were looking for hours.
“I didn’t know writing requires you to sit for hours without any movement, not responding to anything that is happening around.” His gaze shifted to you, and whatever heaviness you were already feeling because of the adamant, unwavering tumbleweed-filled emptiness of your brain. You felt worse staring for another day at an empty document, writing a few words and deleting them over and over again, because nothing, not a word you put down felt right. They all were just… wrong.
“Kitten,” he held a box of chocolates, pushing it into your hands, making you change position for the first time in what really felt like hours — it was his opportunity to close the laptop, ignoring the angry expression. “You are over-stressing yourself. You just wrote a piece, yet you are trying to squeeze another one already.”
“But people—”
“But you,” he drawled with a smirk. “Are not people.” He threw you over his shoulder with ease and patted your tights with gentle taps. “My kitten needs a longer break, and there is no shame in it.” His steps led through the well-known corridors, past the small armory, and down to the movie theater. “You should take your time, follow your pace, you don’t conquer the world by playing by someone else's rules.”
“But… So many people just… keep going and—” you squirmed, but without a real resolve. “And I can’t… It’s like my mind is empty… and…” Another, more solid tap to your tights made you stop.
His mind was set, and you were just a passenger on this ride, fingers crumbling the box in your hands.
“It’s not empty, sweetie. It just needs a break. Everyone needs one.”
“Even the big bad Onychinus leader?”
He chuckled, letting you down, his hands cupped your face before you had a chance to try and escape further from him.
“Even the bad Onychinus leader.” There was a tender kiss placed on your head before he moved to the bar, grabbing some snacks, more for your sake than his own.
“I have you when things get too busy, you are the unruly kitten that jumps in my life when that happens. So let’s take your mind off of this little… predicament you are having.”
“Well… you are too big to be a kitten charging into my life.” You finally opened the chocolate box, letting him guide you to the middle of the room, just to pull you down onto his lap as soon as he sat — spoiling you with the best seat in the whole home theater.
“Mrau,” he snatched the chocolate from your fingers, biting lightly on them. “I will be whatever you need me to be, kitten. Now choose something to watch… before this cat gets impatient and starts looking for a different form of entertainment with his sweet little kitten."
Creating should be fun, so just take a moment if you are stuck :) Don't let the pressure out wage the fun. A reminder that even big bad dragons have breaks.
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Since I have little new that I like to share. Have some old writing.
“We’re in Ishgard.” Mizuki frowned and Y’shtola could see the confusion in her aether “Tell me what you remember.”
Mizuki ran her fingers over the book's cover as she thought deeply. “I was going to leave Sharlayan...”
“That was sometime ago,” Y’shtola stated. “Curious-”
Before anything else could be discussed Aymeric rushed into the room and almost collapsed near Mizuki’s bed. He seized her hand, holding it carefully between both of his. “Mizuki, I was so worried! Are you alright? What happened to you?”
Mizuki pulled her hand away and shuffled away from him. “My pardon, sir…do I know you?”
Aymeric looked frantically to Y’shtola, who saw the sadness consuming his aether. She rose from her chair as a healer finally entered the room followed by Edmont.
A very small oneshot I decided last minute. I'm working on finals rn so am kinda busy :<< I wanted to finish stuff man
Either way, enjoy! Will soon post on AO3 as well.
The tide that night was low when Izzy docked on Neverland. She had decided that she needed time away from Pirate Island, but had not had a chance to sneak off earlier during the day.
Jake had gotten a fever a few days back, and now she and Cubby were taking turns to watch after him. Cubby had told her to take some fresh air, just like he had done earlier, but it was she who decided that, with the tide so low, Neverland would be a much better place.
After all, tide pools were probably already forming with a lot of things in them, and Izzy was eager for some new shells.
She was already tiptoeing around them. Even though the tide pools held amazing things, they sometimes also held... unwanted critters Izzy didn't want to deal with now; perhaps had Jake been better, she would've risked it.
Right now, though, she had her sight on a beautiful dark blue shell with teal spots and a white fade on its tail. That would be nice to add to my collection. Gingerly, she approached, picked it up, and inspected it for any small hermit crabs still inside; after all, she mustn't make the same mistake she did years ago!
When she deduced there were none, she happily put it inside her satchel.
"You will be nice in a pot!"
She perked up, blinking in confusion. Was somebody else there she hadn't noticed?
Carefully, she stalked forward and then peered from behind a boulder, eyebrow raised.
There, up ahead, was a pirate girl around her age. She was very pretty too, with a very voluminous, wavy hair the color of bark tied under a small bandana. Her tanish skin glistened under the moonlight, just like the pearl collar around her neck, and her torn, dark blue dress, albeit not the less tidy, moved freely under her. She did have a pirate-ish look, but at the same time, she looked... different. Something about her was throwing Izzy, not off, but in several directions.
Where does she come from? Izzy frowned. She's definitely not from around here but... she could very much be at the same time.
It wasn't on Izzy's plans to slip and fall face-first into a tide pool, but it very much happened as she tried to retreat without causing trouble. She groaned as she lifted herself up, soaked to the bone almost.
"Goodness! Are you alright?"
Izzy looked up with wide eyes. She could feel the embarrassment take over as she locked her hazel eyes with a pair of bright, orange ones, shining with concern. Izzy sighed. "Only my ego is bruised." She said as she got up, dusting off sand and whatever else had decided to stick to her.
The girl giggled. "Besides that?"
Izzy smiled. "I think I'm fine. A few scrapes over here, but other than that? In better shape than a starfish." Izzy gently washed her hands of sand and then extended one of them towards her. "The name's Izzy, I live on this forsaken island that likes to make me embarrass myself."
"I'm..." The girl looked around for a moment before nodding. "I'm Bucanneer Tide Pool. I'm not from around here, but I docked a few days ago."
"Bucanneer Tide Pool?" Izzy smirked, amused. "Ya sure you're not making fun of my fall now?"
Tide Pool giggled. "Wouldn't, for the sake of myself!"
Both laughed, enjoying the camaraderie momentarily. Izzy noted that Tide Pool's accent resembled the Darlings' much more than her own. "You come from far away, I'm guessing?" She asked gently.
"One would say so. I've been sailing for a few weeks now, the Never Sea is quite abundant with islands all around, so I made it my goal to travel through it." Tide Pool said, swinging the bucket in her hands gently. "Came across many pirates, more than I hoped for."
"And you're gonna keep going to." Izzy pointed out gently. "That fine jewelry of yours sure catches the eye. It's not quite seen around."
"Is it not?" Tide Pool asked worriedly, her fingers brushing over the pearls.
"Only as treasure, that is." Izzy eyed her for a few moments. "You haven't been on the seas for that long, have you?"
Tide Pool looked at her reflection on the, well, tide pools. Her voice quietened. "Is it that obvious...?"
"A bit."
Tide Pool sighed. "Jolly me... I thought I was doing quite well... Guess not."
"Well, you had me confused for a bit earlier, so you're almost there," Izzy said sympathetically. "I could help you. My crew and I had been doing this stuff since we could think."
Tide Pool stiffened. "Oh, um... You have a... crew?" She scanned the place around, shifting her weight on each leg. "Like, several of them?"
Izzy snickered. "We're not like that. It's kind of our famous trait." She took a step forward. "We're nice, overall. Well, my Captain's brother can be sort of an ass sometimes, but that's about it."
Tide Pool fidgeted. "I don't know... I don't really know you. Like, I do now, but not entirely.... not to be mean, of course!"
Izzy nodded. "Don't worry, you're playing safe. I get it." She smiled at Tide Pool. "You're gonna be here for a while, right?"
"It's the most plentiful island around, I might as well. It's full of resources."
"How about this?" Izzy led her away from the tide pools and into the beach far behind. Once they were among shipwreck, Izzy added: "My crew and I often visit the island, it's our home. You can watch us from afar, see us interact with the many people and creatures living here. If you think we're safe, just leave a small sign for me, and I'll come find you and present you to my crew. If not... Well, you can still talk to me, without my crew being involved."
Tide Pool hesitated, looking between Izzy and somewhere towards the sea. She sighed. "Well, you're the friendliest face I've come around in a while... I trust you're not deceiving me." She said, playing with her pearl collar gently. "I will do that. If I come around, I will leave a small shell for you. But one only you'd recognise, and it's gonna be well hidden. For measure." Tide Pool's voice says firmly. "I will be watching. I might not be good at... pirating... but I am good at other stuff."
Izzy nodded, smiling. "I don't doubt it." She stretches her hand again. "It's a deal?"
Tide Pool smiled gently before stretching her hand. "Deal..."
Izzy then turned. "I will go back to my home now, you have a safe and nice rest. It was nice knowing you, Tide Pool." After that, she walked away gently.
"Bye, Izzy!" Tide Pool waves. "It was nice knowing you, too!"
Izzy smiled at her one last time before she disappeared from sight. Tide Pool sure was nice enough... but Izzy couldn't help but feel that there was more to her. The way she seemed to not know anything of the seas, of pirate code or dangers, and how worried she seemed to want to pass as one... She's struggling with something, and I will help her.
Now Izzy needed to make sure Tide Pool could trust them.
Hello! For the sun, sea, scares event I was wondering if you could please do Kid with demon? And for the ending could it be treat?
I hope I did this right.
Hallo! thank you for the request!! I hope this is okay!! I just had the idea after writing the Killer one from this batch... I love these goons.(°◡°♡)
Sun, Sea, Scares
Kid - Demon - Treat
Kid sat in the garage working on his precious motorbike. The bar light above him flickered loudly. He glanced up and frowned and glanced back down. The room fell dark, lit only by the sunlight streaming in from the far window. “Damn it.” Kid cursed slowly moving to his feet. “I just fixed that stupid ass light.” he stood on the nearby table and banged the ceiling next to the light, that usually fixed it for a few hours but it did nothing. Groaning, Kid climbed down from the table and navigated through the organised mess that was their communal garage.
The spare lights were at the far end of the room near the breaker switches. Kid clunked into a rolling tool caddy, sending its contents scattering to the floor “Fu-” Kid stopped and glanced over his shoulder, he could have sworn he heard footsteps behind him. Not really being able to see properly Kid shrugged and started to turn back to the mess at his feet but in his peripheral vision he spotted a shadow. Turning sharply he glared into the darkness and saw nothing, huffing he turned again and again he saw a face..if it could indeed be called that. Hollowed out eyes, that seemed to draw in the darkness. It had spine-like teeth like that of an anglerfish. Kid slowly took a step backwards without taking his eyes off the face. Just the dark playing a trick on me.
Kid jumped as the sound of nails tapping rhythmically on the metal counter beside him. Slowly and ridgely he turned to the creepy noise coming from beside him. Kid inhaled deeply. Peering over the counter was a singular eye, its long tendrail fingers rapped against the metal again. Kid whirled around and made a run for the breaker. He fell straight over the same tool caddy and scrambling to his feet like a deer on ice, he stumbled right into the wall. Fumbling for the big plastic box in panic, glancing over his shoulder and seeing the faces grow closer and closer to him.
Kid wrestled with the breaker switch trying to get the stupid lights to turn on, pulling out the fuse to see if it had blown, the figure appeared directly by his face an ominous light shining from within. Kid shrieked, jumping backwards only to fall over into a stack of box. He landed in a heap, his legs sticking out of the boxes like a turtle flipped onto its back. The breaker switch clicked loudly as it was switched back on and the bar light flickered back into life. The garage illuminated in bright light. Three people stood there with huge masks on, taking them off to reveal the pranksters within. Wire and Heat were in heaps of laughter. Killer chuckled and holding the mask under his arm, with is other hand on his hip with a smirk plastered on his face.
“That’s what happens when you prank people, Kid.” Killer mocked “You scream like a banshee.”
“I recorded it. I’m setting it as my ringtone.” Wire sniggered, playing back the scream for Kid to hear. Kid’s face matched his hair.
“You assholes!” he snapped, trying to squirm out of the box. “You’ll pay-”
“I’m sure we will…when you get out of that box.” Killer mused.
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Hey! I hope i word this right lol. Can I request an scenario (?) Where the reader and Sora became friends during one of his journeys and now she has became one of his closest confidant. He tells her things he doesn't tell anyone. And one day while they were together he realised that he has fallen in love with her?
Apologizes that this took so long! So many things have been happening in my personal life and it’s been like an emotional roller coaster haha. But enough excuses! This idea was mega cute and I did my best with my current conditions irl and I hope you like it!—Pumpkin♡
To the farthest world and back.
☆Sora x Fem!Reader
☆Word Count: 1232
☆Warnings: None!
☆☆☆
Sora has met many people during his adventures, many of which turned into friends, but you... you stuck out to Sora.
I mean, Sora meets a ton of people while traveling, but you were so much more than just another new friend. With friends like Hercules, Jack and Sally, Aladdin, and others, Sora visited them every once in awhile, but with you, he found himself traveling to your world at least once a week, sometimes even more if he could help it. He wasn't sure what drew him to you, maybe it was your kind heart and eyes to match, maybe it was the way you laughed at his dumb jokes, maybe it was your passion, whatever it was, reeled him in and refused to let go.
He seriously liked being around you and though he hasn't known you as long, he considers you one of his... closest friends.
Friend... something about that just didn't sound right. Not saying that you two weren't on good terms or anything! No, if anything, you two were on great terms! But... it was weird to Sora, he didn't think of you like he thought of Riku or Kairi. Not that you were better than them, nor were you blow them, you were just in another category... but Sora had no idea what to call it. Sora thought of everyone as some sort of friend, but with you, that word never seemed enough for you.
There were his friends, his BEST friends and... you.
•••
It was Sora's weekly visit with you, and he had a lot on his mind.
Before visiting you, he went to visit Belle and Beast, Ariel and Eric, and Aladdin and Jasmine, a few days before, simply because he hasn't seen any of them for awhile. And while Sora was visiting, he took notice on how each couple talked to and about each other... it reminded him of how he talked to and about you.
He watches you weave some wildflowers, from the field you two were sitting in, into crowns and he couldn't help but smile at your craftsmanship. You noticed his stare and you blushed and giggled.
"What's with the look?" You ask as you add a pretty white flower into the crown. Sora took a moment to think before he spoke.
"What do you think love is?" He asks, leaning back on his hands to look up at the sky, then turning his head to look at you. You seemed unfazed by the sudden topic and Sora smiled once more. Another thing he adored about you, your ability and willingness to listen and talk about feelings of the heart.
"That's a good question," You hummed, taking your attention off the flower crown to think for a second. "I guess it depends... on who you love." You mumbled, making Sora tilt his head to the side.
"What do you mean?"
You hum again, taking a moment to gather the right words. "Well... you don't love your best friend like you love your beloved," You stated, smiling softly as you completed the first crown and went to work on the second. "You love them both, yes, but there's a difference." You looked over to see Sora still staring at you, bright eyed and filled with questions no doubt. His gaze brought a blush to your face, you quickly shifted your focus back to your work.
"What kind of differences?" He asked after a moment. You couldn't help but laugh as you set one of your finished crowns on his spiky head. "You ask a lot of questions. What brought this up?"
Now it was Sora's turn to blush, he adverted his gaze and picked at the grass and it took him awhile to respond. Raising a brow, you opened your mouth to ask if he was alright, but he spoke first. "Um... I guess... I'm just trying to figure out how I feel about someone," Sora was threading a long piece of grass through his fingers, still avoiding your eyes. "Whether... I love her like a friend... or more than that." He said slowly, being careful with his words. You couldn't help but the flash of disappointment in your eyes when Sora said "her", but you quickly recollected yourself and scooted closer to the blushing boy.
"Well, how do you feel about her?"
The spiky haired boy sat on this for a moment. How did he feel about you? Truly? How could he put it into words? He took a breath and leaned into you. "I like her a lot, but the word friend just sounds... wrong, when I think about her. I love being around her, and I love her laugh, and her eyes are beautiful, and whenever I feel down I like to think about the next time I get to see her and I've noticed I talk about her to my friends a lot, and I want to just hold her hand and... and.... Oh Kingdom Hearts.... I think I love her." Sora blushed and stared at the ground as the realization washed over him like a wave splashing over an unsuspecting surfer. He still has a LOT to learn about the heart, and love and all that jazz but... he knew he loved you... a lot. He couldn't really explain how he knew, but "love" and "Y/n" just seem... right when used together.
When Sora found the courage to look back up at you, be noticed your saddened face as you twisted a flower between your fingers. "Y/n? What's wrong?" He asked as he pulled you in closer for a one armed hug.
You bit your lip and cleared your throat, trying to keep the disappointed tears from falling. "Who is this lucky girl?" Your voice was barely a whisper and you braced yourself for Sora's answer.
"Oh. I guess it would be nice if I said her name... uh... y-you." He answered with a stammer, scratching the back of his neck with embarrassment. Your eyes widened and you quickly looked up, meeting Sora's blushing face. You quickly searched his eyes and figures, looking for any signs of a joke or lie... but you knew Sora wouldn't do such a thing, so you locked your eyes with his.
Your voice was failing you, so you went with the next best thing.
You grabbed Sora's shirt and pulled him down into a soft kiss. You felt his body tense in surprise, but it didn't even take three seconds for him to melt into you. He tasted like fruit, apples and oranges, and you couldn't help but smile and giggle against his lips. You pulled away and giggled some more, leaning into the dazed boy.
"What's so funny?" Sora grins, pulling you into his lap so he can hold you as close as humanly possible. You felt his heart beating quickly yet strongly as you got comfortable.
You tilt your head back, so the top of it was touching Sora's chest and your gaze was set on his blushing face."You. You're a dork." You giggled when he looked down and grinned, poking your sides a bit, making you giggle and squirm softly. Sora pecked your soft lips once you stopped giggling and hummed.
"But you still love me right?" The tip of his nose met yours and you smiled.
Hey another @nutsandvoltsweek fic too short for ao3. I’ll rewrite it someday, but for now, have the raw.
Sorry, I robbed you all of more domestic to focus on Tyrian’s prosthesis today.
“It’s heavy.”
“You’ll get used to that.”
It really isn’t heavy. Not moreso than his natural tail had been, anyway. But he chooses to complain about the weight, rather than the part that really bothers him: the sound. He’s not used to the clicking yet. He’s used to his tail moving silently. And he hasn’t been able to get that damned little chamber to fill with venom, no matter how he concentrates on it.
But of course, he’s too irritated to get right to the point of the issue.
“Why bother if it’s just for the aesthetics?”
“For the last time, it is not aesthetic. It functions. You’re just not producing venom as quickly right now. Likely due to the recovery process and stress of losing a limb: the endocrine system simply doesn’t recover from amputation quite as easily as the bulk of a physical body can. And continued stress can, and will, hinder your recovery.”
Tyrian grumbles, his tail flicking behind him in irritation as he perches on a chair across from the doctor’s desk. “What could I possibly have to be stressed about?”
“Apparently, your tail being too heavy,” Arthur shrugs, very focused on the work he has in front of him. “Or more likely the psychological aftermath of a traumatic, non-surgical amputation.”
The scorpion growls, but thumps down properly, heavily, into the chair. “Your bedside manner is atrocious.”
“I don’t seem to recall you saying that when I was actually at your bedside tending to your infected amputation site. Pulling pine needles and other such debris out of it before I could even think of capping it.” Arthur looks up finally. “What don’t you really like about it?”
Tyrian wilts a little under that intense green gaze. “… it clicks.”
“… I beg your pardon?”
“It clicks!” Tyrian growls, flicking it so the doctor can hear. “It’s not supposed to click.”
Arthur sighs. “… is that all?”
“Is that all?! What if your fingers clicked?! It’d drive you mad!”
“Yes, because we need to worry about you losing your mind over a bit of clicking.” Arthur pushes back from his desk and stands, straightening his vest and moving around the desk to Tyrian, in order to pick up his tail and examine it. “… even if I thinned out the edges of the plates, it would only reduce the sound, not eliminate it. But of course at the cost of the current amount of protection on what’s left of your natural tail. It would, though, also make it a little lighter.”
“… fine.”
“I’ll even see what I can do for a hormone therapy to jumpstart your venom production again.”
Tyrian perks up a little at that, sighing as Arthur reaches to unclasp the plates of his prosthetic tail, carefully pulling it off. He pulls his remaining natural one around to hold onto, scowling at the capped end. “I hate this.”
“I know you do.”
“She’s getting irritated with us,” he informs the doctor. “She wanted me back in the field ages ago. I don’t need my venom to do as our Lady asks.”
“No, but it’s helpful. And until you start producing it naturally again, I don’t consider you fully recovered.”
“That sounds like an excuse to keep me here,” he grins. “With you.”
“Of course I’d prefer to observe my patient’s recovery as closely as I can.”
“Ugh! Do you have a romantic bone in your body?” Tyrian spits, frustrated, as his tail flicks in irritation. “Or do those ‘I adore yous’ only come into play when you’ve got your d--”
“Must you be vulgar?”
“You know…” Tyrian frowns, then quickly grins, seizing the doctor around the waist with his tail, though he doesn’t pull him in. “I didn’t hear a ‘no’~”
“There wasn’t meant to be one.”
“Aw. I’m touched.” He giggles, finally yanks the doctor away from his work when he’s sure that doing so won’t make him drop the new tail. “If you do a good job, I might reward you~”
“I always do my job well, Tyrian. You’d do well to remember that.”
