#day 3!!!

[skeletalpetrel]

Colorune Day 3: Perseverence

[namesconfuseme]

DAY 3!! ALTERED

I will be swapping around from this to inktober and suptober throughout the month but at the moment I'm obsessed with the dsytoper prompt list.

It's helping me learn more about my ocs and push my limits. Somthing I like to do with October prompts is use a brush or art supply I havnt used or have little practice in.

I messed around with a chalk pastel brush for this one!

Project Bird Cage as a whole has always been to answer the question " Can the environments change how a bond forms within Moon children and if so is it possible to control said bond?". We belive our finding not only answer this question but also help us understand more about the anomalousplanetoids (or moon) gene.

It's very rare to find a Moon Child who has a physical attribute as their bond, however in cases ,such as Damian Crow , it is easy to manipulate the gene into forming as one. The boy was mostly left to his own devices inside the experiment area, other than the bi-weekly checkup the higher-up had us do, within this time the only contact he had with the outside world was his birds.

As a team we slowly "manipulated" and forced the gene into the same high risk situation repetitively in hopes to coherse it to form as we wanted. We where successful in this process and managed to get the gene to grow two giant black wing from Subject Crows back. This Is a giant discovery and will hopefully bring us a huge step forward in our search-

[colorpuffball]

Prompt: Bon Appetit

It's your birthday, so Vincent steps out of his comfort zone to try and make you something special.

You wake up to a soft knocking on your door. It’s way later than you would normally wake up, but according to Sebastian that was his birthday gift to you. Back to the matter at hand, you start arranging yourself as you call out, “Who is it?”

“Vincent!” Your boyfriend’s muffled voice is followed by the twist of the doorknob. “Wait, don't get up, I have something for you.”

Uh oh. The moment he opens the door you can smell it.

Please, let it be that he bought you food, and not that he was the one who-

“I made you something special,” he beams at you, carefully setting the tray down on the bed.

You really hope the apprehension is not clear on your face.

“Thank you so much dear. What did you try to- what did you make?”

“Surprise muffins! I wasn’t sure which ones to make you, but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise by asking, so I made many. I know I’m not known to be the best cook, but I was hoping to make something nice and unexpected for you,” despite his smile, his gaze falls, “but actually I can’t take all of the credit. Sebastian is too nice. When he heard that I was going to bake he said he couldn’t help but lend me a hand. Then Arthur came in and saw what was going on and he took a break from writing to help too..”

You inwardly take a sigh of relief. Maybe somehow Sebastian and Arthur were able to salvage it? Surely? Hopefully?

You ruffle his hair, startling him out of his thoughts. “Oh it’s okay Vincent, even if you got help I’ll still treasure this as a gift from my beloved.”

You scooch over on the bed to give him space to sit. You use this opportunity to take a quick glance around the room, looking for anywhere you could inconspicuously dispose of anything. Just in case.

When he gives you an expectant look, you know you can’t avoid your fate any longer.

You swallow, looking at the assortment before you. None look especially inviting.

“Is there any one of these that you want me to try first?” you ask.

Vincent studies them for a moment before shaking his head.

If there is such a thing as a muffin god, please have mercy.

You pick up the one closest to you, giving Vincent a (hopefully convincing) smile.

And you take a bite.

For a split second you think it isn’t too bad. Sadly it's a horrible way for you to spend the last ounce of your childlike hope.

The true taste hits you. It tastes like what you’d imagine the space between a horseshoe and a hoof would taste like. Then imagine your tongue getting run over by a carriage. Only after all that, does your brain finally register the bitterness.

It’s so bitter that it climbs up the back of your throat to punch your eyeballs. Tears start rolling down your cheeks at a rapid pace, to the utter horror of Vincent.

“Are you alright?!” Your poor lover looks like he’s about to cry too.

You struggle to gather your thoughts against the onslaught of flavor (can you even call this flavor?!), but despite the mouthful of pain you can’t help but feel horrible for not appreciating what he’s tried to do for you.

BUT, it would be easier to appreciate if it tasted good.

You force yourself to swallow, facing your concerned lover through blurry eyes.

“That... I- I love you, I do.” You pause, should you spare his feelings? Or should you just tell him outright what it tastes like?

Either way, you need to find Sebastian and make sure Vincent never steps foot in the kitchen again.

[batnsonswrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley & Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley Additional Tags: Gen Fic, I mean, if you wanna read as ship that’s up to you, but it’s not my intention, Worried Eddie Diaz, Competent Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz is a badass, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, here be descriptions of blood, field medicine, Platonic physical affection between men, leave your masculinity at the door, 911week2021 Series: Part 3 of 911 Week 2021 Summary:

Buck, as Eddie is just finding out, doesn’t like needles. Like, really, really doesn’t like needles. The “pass out when you see one” kind of not liking needles. Eddie somehow never knew this before, and honestly, if it weren’t for Buck about to have a panic attack in front of him, he wouldn’t have believed it. But right now he believes it, because the moment Eddie mentioned that he’s gonna have to stitch up the nasty, very heavily bleeding gash in Buck’s thigh, Buck had gone even paler than he already was and started trembling.

 {for 911 week 2021 day 3: “whatever you do, please don’t look”. buck & eddie hurt/comfort}

[little-ki]

50 Day Challenge: Omoi

Prompt 3: Tell this story: "And it was that exact moment that the power came back on…"

Song Inspiration: BTS - Blanket Kick

“HEY! Get back here and open this door!” Omoi was banging the closet door that locked behind them, but with the music and noise from the celebration, no one could hear him. Though it didn’t hurt to hope.

“I don’t think anyone can hear us.” Omoi went rigid as he realized who was stuck with him. He couldn’t see through the darkness, but his right hand was wrapped around the shoulder of a very petite body that could only belong to one person. Tsubaki Hikari. His face burned at their proximity before registering her words. She sounded disappointed that no one would let come to their rescue. Well, she probably didn’t want to be stuck in this closet with him. They were so close he could feel her heartbeat getting faster. Wait, what if she lodged a sexual harassment complaint to her kage, leading their villages to breaking their alliance, and causing the fifth shinobi war?! They had just allied to end the fourth!

He tried to subtly lean back to give her some space, only to smack his head against a shelf. “Ouch!” Rubbing the back of his head with his left hand, he felt his eyes start to tear from the pain. A small glowing hand pressed again his chest and the pain slowly ebbed away.

“Are you alright, Omoi-san? That sounded like a hard hit.” The green glow was just enough to illuminate their faces and Omoi was caught in the soft look in her eyes. She broke his gaze as she started feeling her way along the wall, “Don’t worry. I think I saw the light switch while I was soothing your pain.”

Omoi wasn’t sure he heard her properly. Why did they need to turn on the light again? Wait. She is probably planning to retaliate against him for getting them into this situation. Did she know that Darui, Shi, and Karui locked them inside to get him to talk to her? Did she already know that he’s had a crush on her since their joint mission? Did she overhear them making fun of him for not saying a word around him despite being known as a chatterbox?! Was she disgusted by his unprofessional attitude despite being one of Kumo’s elite?! Will she refuse to work with Kumo shinobi, leading to rumors about the unprofessionalism of Kumo shinobi which will cause their village to suffer from a drop in missions?!

He started to hyperventilate when something soft touched the side of his mouth, almost like… a kiss?

And it was that exact moment that the power came back on, with Hikari standing in front of him with her usual mask covering the lower part of her face. It-It couldn’t have been her? Right? She was wearing a mask and the kiss felt soft, too soft to be the thick fabric. His left hand slowly touched the spot and for once, he wasn’t thinking about anything but the warm sensation.

The door opened and he could hear Hikari’s younger brothers outside. He hadn’t even realized that he was the only one in the closet until Darui wrapped his arm around his shoulder and guided him outside. What just happened?

Bonus Scene (Hikari’s POV):

Hikari was going to kill Sai and Shin.  

She felt their charkra the moment they used a seal to lock the closet door and knew they were working with Kumo to get her alone with Omoi. It had been a slip of her tongue when she admitted that the lollipop-loving shinobi was cute. She had wanted to get to know him better but was discouraged that he never said a word around her. He was very talkative with others so she wasn’t sure what to make of his silence.

Being stuck in the closet with Omoi had shown her a different side of him. He kept one of his arms wrapped around her shoulder and the other against the shelf behind her, preventing her from bumping into anything. For once she was being the one protected and it felt, nice. She could still feel the warm from where he held her. Even though he was much taller than her, he never complained about the tight space and even tried to move back to give her more room.

She didn’t have to heal him when he bumped his head. They were shinobi. But she saw the opportunity to get closer to him and she took it. Even now she got shivers from the intensity in his eyes. She couldn’t help but find an excuse to shy away from his gaze. There was something else there, and for a moment she felt brave, pressing a short kiss where she could reach before she turned on the lights. The dazed and confused expression on his face was so adorable, she wished she had a camera to capture it.

It would’ve been easy to break out of the closet, knowing that her brothers were using the seals she taught them, but she wanted to see what would happen. Then Shin opened the door not long after Omoi’s charkra spiked.

She wasn’t too upset with the way things had panned out, but that didn’t mean that the conspirators would get away with butting in. At least now she knew Omoi didn’t hate her. Smiling to herself as she followed her terrified younger brothers, Hikari wondered if things between them would finally change.

[dylexic-words]

Fictober 2019 Day 3–“Now? Now you listen to me?”

There was no denying that Zak and Fiskerton were best friends. After everything they had been through together, it was only right to see them together nearly every moment. Even someone who wasn’t familiar with cryptids was able to appreciate the special bond shared between the young teen and the friendly gorilla-cat.

However, they were not immune to disagreements. As expected of any pair of brothers, they had their fair share of fights every now and then. Today was one of those days.

Drew was enjoying a quiet cup of tea in the kitchen one afternoon when her sixteen year-old son came stomping in. He plopped down at the table in the seat across from his mother, scowling.

“Everything okay, Zak?”

Zak scoffed.

“Fisk is so sensitive. He’s been mad at me since this morning, and he still won’t talk to me. He won’t even take off the headphones that I lent him to let me apologize.”

Drew couldn’t help the smirk. Although she couldn’t remember many fights she and Doyle had had before they had been separated, she remembered plenty of the ones they had in recent years. Now that she had been reunited with her brother, she was much less worried about any petty disagreement that she witnessed between Zak and Fiskerton.

“What exactly did you say to make him mad at you?”

Zak sighed.

“I may have said he smells like wet dog.”

Drew laughed.

“To be fair, you don’t always smell like a fresh garden either, kiddo.”

“No, but you don’t see me giving you the cold shoulder like a baby when you tell me to take a shower. Seriously, he is such a baby sometimes.”

“Hey!”

Their attention was drawn to the entrance of the kitchen. Fiskerton was standing there, Zak’s headphones hanging off his neck.

“Oh crap,” Zak said. “Fisk, wait, I didn’t mean—“

Fiskerton stormed off, mumbling angrily to himself. Zak, with a frustrated groan, let his head drop down on the table, face first, in defeat.

“Now? Now he listens to me?”

Drew chuckled lightly, placing a sympathetic hand on her son’s shoulder.

…

For those of you who don’t know me very well, The Secret Saturdays was my absolute favorite cartoon as a kid. It was actually the show that got me into fanfiction and fandom, and it’s also the show that inspired me to start writing. I owe a lot to Jay Stephens, and since today is the show’s 11-year anniversary, I thought I’d honor it by including it in my Fictober challenge. It really deserved a lot more love than it got...I’m incredibly grateful for everything it has given me.

My writing still feels pretty choppy and rough, but I’m definitely feeling myself improve and I feel like the flow is slowly coming back! I’m so excited and proud of myself for doing this.

[demonmoonsupreme]

The Juice Cleanse in a photo