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Moon 3, Part 1
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“Stop breathing on me.”
“I’m not anywhere near you, Fogpaw.”
“You are, because you’re close enough to be breathing on me.”
StarClan help her.
“What’s your problem?” Moonpaw asks, unable to keep claws of exasperation from sharpening her voice. She’s not anywhere near him. They’ve been walking side by side for ages, up this horrible, hot mountain to the highest edge of their territory, under the horrible, blazing sun, and only now he’s going to fuss that she’s been beside him this entire time?
“What’s your problem?” He mocks in a poor imitation of Moonpaw’s meow, sticking his tongue out at the end of his sentence.
Moonpaw scoffs. The fur along her back is so warm it feels as though it’s been set aflame under the full force of the greenleaf sun, and her paws ache with the near-vertical climb up harsh ground. Short on patience, she lifts a paw and bats Fogpaw with it. He should consider himself lucky she kept her claws sheathed.
Fogpaw whirls on her, astonished and angry, and whaps her with a paw of his own. Her ears flatten and her fur bristles as she rears back, tail fluffed up to twice its size.
“Seriously, what is wrong with you?”
“You hit me first!”
“Because you’re being an idiot!”
“Well, if you would stop stepping all over me–”
“FINE!” Moonpaw screeches. A few songbirds lift from the sparse trees that cling to the cliffside, startled. “If I’m just so in your way, I’ll get out of your fur!”
“GOOD!” Fogpaw yowls back. “I’m going hunting by myself!”
Fogpaw stomps off and Moonpaw hisses at his retreating back, her own arched and angry. What is he being such a mouse-brain for? She whips around, intending to get her emotions out by sinking her claws into something, but her head is too cloudy with anger to focus on the scents surrounding her. It doesn’t help any that somebody had her training cut short because her mentor got buried under a pile of boulders.
Angry tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, she crouches down in defeat. She can’t do this. She can’t do this – pretending that everything is fine, walking in some random direction and hoping for a miracle. She’s walked every inch of this territory since her earliest apprentice days. The best place for a camp was drowned in rocks and rubble. They’re not going to find another one.
Despair sinks quick claws into her chest, overwhelms her with the thought, I wish StarClan had buried me, too.
A sharp blur of color speeds past her. Pupils dilating, her despair fades to the back of her mind as she hones in on a rabbit that’s sped by and settled several fox-lengths away, sniffing and nibbling at some grass that’s struggling to grow through the cracks in the rock.
She flexes her claws against the rough ground. Catching a juicy piece of fresh-kill is the best kind of therapy.
Dropping into a hunter’s crouch, she drags her belly slowly over the mountain as she creeps up on the rabbit, closing the distance between them to a few tail-lengths. The wind is in her favor, and the rabbit hasn’t spotted her yet.
An ear-splitting yowl cuts through the air. The rabbit’s ears go up, eyes round and frightened, and it bounds away. Alarmed, Moonpaw’s ears also fly up, head swiveling in the direction of the noise.
Fogpaw.
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Pandora was right, taking baths out in the wilderness was great! He could see the stars and point out the constellations as he scrubbed himself and practiced his singing where no one could hear him. This did not stop him from wearing swim trunks, so hess a litte paranoid. Sue him.
Pandora had been very clear about going deep into the wilderness where no one could hear him sing, because if they heard the siren song of a halfa and fled they would be haunted by it forever or until he himself tracked them down and sang a song strong enough to free them.
Ancients she knew him so well.
He had been minding his own business playing in the water with his multitude of floating duck candles, a purchase he begged Sam for when he was drugged out of his mind after a very devastating injury, and practicing one of the songs Pandora put on the "study list" called The Fairy King. If he didn't know any better he would think she was making fun of him.
He scrubbed his arm with a washcloth as he sung watching as the ducks floated around in the little super hero costumes Tucker had 3d printed for them. "Huh. It almost looks like they're dancing."
A light bulb went off in his head. He began practicing with his telekinesis as he sang, making the ducks dance together in little twists and twirls. He doesn't think he's ever had this much fun in a bath before honestly.
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Red Robin and Nightwing were sneaking through the foliage looking for a supervillians secret base when they heard it. The sound of a full symphony playing live off in the distance. They nodded at eachother before heading in the direction the sound was coming from. They were almost on top of it when they heard the singing begin,
"When the house is still i can hear his song, beckoning me out into the ga-ar-den" the boys froze, this didn't sound anything like thier villain, they turned back to the noise edging closer, "his lullaby- promises sweet- escaaape"
Nothing could have prepared them for what they saw once they parted the underbrush, a glowing white haired teenager was standing in chest deep water, haloed by the moon behind, offering them an ethereal scene "He says, 'come my drifting flower i will hold you tight. Listen to the chime of stars and moo-oonlight-'"
The teen lifted up a floating ducky that was dressed like Red Robin in one hand and placed the other of his chest as he continued singing, "take my hand-and feel here- my heaart"
Red Robin turned beat red and Nightwing moved to give him a comforting pat on the shoulder only to have a twig snap underneath his boot. The guy whirled around and locked eyes with Nightwing for only a moment before screaming and falling backwards into the water. Bubbles rose to the surface of the pond only for a few seconds before they vanished all together.
It felt like a spell was broken and the two vigilantes just stood there for a second before nightwing jumped in to save a possibly drowning teen. No matter how hard he searched he couldn't find any proof that the guy was ever even there, save for the duck candles (?) that Red Robin had already finished collecting from around the pond.
RR didn't seem surprised that the guy had vanished and was examining the ducks. More specifically the bottoms. Dick went to see what was going on only for his younger brother to show him the bottom of the Nightwing duck.
There, in messy handwriting, was the ducks name: Duckwing
Dick laughed and started going through the ducks names, Quack-Hood, Bat-Bill, Red-Drake (which was kinda concerning and brought up the question of whether or not this guy knew any of thier identities) and funniest of all, a Robin one with a little plastic katana simply named Stabby.
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Danny hid his face in his pillow after accidentally teleporting home. This was awful.
He waited until the heat in his face disappeared before taking a few deep breaths and thinking about how he was going to handle this. He obviously needed to track down the two Gotham vigilantes (what were they doing out there?) and break the spell on them before they become obsessed with him.
Then he remembered his ducks, "Aw man. What are the chances they didn't take my ducks?" Teleporting back to the pond after a full hour of being away showed a dark and duckless pond, much to his disappointment.
Now he added "recue the ducks" to his mental checklist.
Unbeknownst to him the vigilantes weren't the only ones to hear his song...
without a doubt this is the strongest indicator that we are swiftly heading to a recession
Got addicted to animal crossing again...
" Welcome to the game on power "
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OPINION RANT TIME WOO LESGOO CUZ SOME OF YALL ARE FUQED UP IN THJE HEAD
ok so can we talk about the whole 'turning straight ppl gay' thing- like.. huh? if you have a straight char WITH a girlfriend or something and then have ONE guy friend the fandom will go totally crazy and be like
'OMG HES SO GAY THEYVE KNOWN EACHOTHER SINCE CHILDHOOD PLES PAIR THEM UP AND MAKE MY HEADCANON BE TRUE SOFT BOI X EMO!!!'
also do you know whos saying this straight girls for some reason????
?????????????????????
like why tf do u need these two guys to kiss just kiss your own highschool boyfriend that youll break up with in a month ya yaoi-crazed freak
like if you swapped roles with a gay char, boyfriend and one girl friend then ONE person headcanons their straight thats homophobia??
(future me: ITS EVEN FUCKING WORSE WHEN THEY DO IT TO IRL PPL LIKE GIRL- THATS A MARRIED MAN WITH 2 CHILDREN JUST TRYNA ACT OUT A CHARACTER AND NOW U TRYNA DRAW HIS HYPERREALISTIC PP TOUCHIN ANOTHA MANS BOOTYHOLE)
AYIUFEKHAJAAAA istGGGG we need to stop ASSUMING and FORCING peoples sexualities LOUDLY like plz just keep that shit locked up in your mind idc if theyre roomates or not in your highschool fanon fic just keep that stuff away from me -me, a literal and openly queer person to show how weirded out i am by this stuff
also the whole 'race headcanon' shit like dude they were white in the books they were white in the movies why are they latino all the sudden?? i know black lives matter n all but changing a persons race is uhhh yeah
mob mentality is fucked man we all fucked when the twitter (no fuck the name 'x' it sounds like a porn site) trending floodgates open and they find out what next impossible natural human behavior to make 'boyfriend goals' like mf mafia army men that would stalk,kidnap and rape u until you got stockholm syndome (that was literally the plot of a smut fic i read- SOMEBODY WROTE THAT THINKING ITS HOT??)
👣👺 𝕓Ｏŕℕ 𝓉Ⓞ ⒷẸ 𝐞𝕞σ 𝒇𝐎𝓻Čⓔ𝐃 Ŧ𝕆 ⓈlᵃⓎ 𝔟𝕖𝔰𝔱Įε 🍧✌
idk why i did this it just appeared in my brain and poked me until i did it
🍧☆ η𝐎т Ⓐ 𝒸άㄥ𝓵 ⓕᗝᖇ 𝓗𝔢𝓛卩 (𝐀 Ć𝒶𝐋ⓛ ᖴ𝓸Ř н𝒆𝕃𝐏) 🍮🐟 uwu anyways go off my herdlings or whatever yall want me to call u XD
@a-switch-and-his-feather bring it on cupcake
@southernbellelee oops sorry wrong tag..BRING IT ON CUPCAKE 😂😂
I regret everything
When I hold all the cards and your only option is to look up at the ceiling and LAUGH
wouldn’t it be funny if i asked you for wwlb headcanons do you have any wwlb hcs to spare?
While trying my best not to give away a lot of spoilers- YE!!!
Tsukku and Shini have a special file where they put ideas for tormenting Izaya and Shizuo that Izaya specifically gave them without realizing it.
Shizuo is a terrible roommate.
Izaya does not do well in cafeteria situations.
Ichi-san would probably have tea with Shizuo if the other would THINK to ask him (wow Shizuo get a clue.).
The bathroom is a very common meeting place for deep philosophical conversations. As is the car.
Izaya really likes laying on the floor. Shizuo doesn’t like it.
The key to prison life is a healthy balance of suffering or labor. Izaya and Shizuo are both inclined towards one more unevenly than the other and thus- the coin remains unflipped.
I have a fondness for swings so please expect a swing chapter. It’ll probably be a pretty crucial part of the story too.
There's a BIIIIG pool of acid over there, I'm afraid I cannot perform my Tasks!
IT'S HAPPENING
Aw shit here we go ahead
Guys I was chatting with a sukuna ai bot on c.ai and he suddenly mentioned that he can get pregnant 😭😭
Felix: *“I will kill that pink b*tch” stare*
Based on this
cassieconrads·:
Cassie let out a half-snorted laugh at the mention of Thad, who she could tell without even hearing about his conversation with Eddie how it must’ve gone. Thad was probably the most judgmental person she’d ever met, which was saying a lot, given the current state of her sorority life. Eddie was made for somewhere like Hawkins, Indiana, while Thad, quite simply was not. “He sucks, and I cannot express how sorry I am that you had the misfortune of meeting him. I could literally go on forever about how horrible I think that man is, and I’ve tried to very subtly bring it up to Nancy many times, but she won’t budge. I don’t know why, but maybe someone here can help her see the light more than I can.”
Though they’d only really driven through Chicago, Cassie couldn’t imagine what could have possibly brought someone back to Hawkins from a big city like that. “And you came back?” she asked, raising a brow.
She gave a theatrical curtsy in response to his bow, unable to hide a smile. “You as well. I might have to start stealing all of Nancy’s friends for myself, if you’re all this cool.” Cassie didn’t want to bring up the cemetery or her vision to someone she’d literally met on the street, but maybe he knew something about the girl she’d been. “Right, well, I was looking through Nancy’s yearbook, and there was this whole page memorial kind of thing that sparked my interest. Some cheerleader girl, did something happen to her or something? I was just looking for anything that might be in the archives, I was … just curious.”
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he scrunched up his nose in disgust. so that was wheeler's infamous boyfriend. truly, eddie could not imagine how she'd moved on from steve to... whatever the hell this guy's deal was. "can't imagine that she'd value herself so little to willingly be with this guy. you sure he's not, like, blackmailing her or something?"
just as cassie had said, eddie, too, hoped that someone would help nancy back onto the right path. not - not that that someone had to necessarily be steve, mind you. no, eddie really wasn't keen on a repeat of the 'upside down flirting with your ex while trying to fight vecna' debacle. he valued both steve and nancy's company greatly, but the thought of the two of them shamelessly flirting made him want to gag.
he shrugged, nodded. "yup, sure did. my boss is traveling the states for the summer, gave me a couple months off. thought I'd check back in with the crew." namely the people he'd spent spring break of '86 fighting an evil monster from a hell version of hawkins with. and the teenagers he used to play dnd with. " my uncle still lives here, too. only family i got."
eddie's smile slowly but surely faded as cassie continued talking. as if someone had punched the air out of him, he felt nauseous all of a sudden, hands cold and clammy. eyes darting around nervously. cheerleader. dead cheerleader. dead cheerleader in nancy wheeler's graduating class.
"chrissy cunningham.", he blurted out, voice meek and close to breaking. "what do you... why do you wanna know what happened to her? what is this, some kind of - are you trying to mess with me? is that what this is?"
DOVER DEMON
Day 29: Uh-Oh
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The Dover Demon is a cryptid first reported in 1977 in Dover, Massachusetts. The cryptid has made appearances in various comic books, such as Proof and The Prehapanauts.
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