#intrigue!

[retrocgads]

USA 1986

[workingforitallthetime]

I just found out luca is the older brother and I'm in shock

when you (16) are already a head taller than your brother (18) so you have to be careful to specify that he's your big brother when you post

[officialralsei]

Question about the roaring. Is the roaring part of the plan, or is it the failure condition?

Oh, the Roaring is actually-

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...Umm, now that I think about it, I don't know that I'm allowed to say what it is, haha! I know my creator doesn't seem to mind if I break your immersion a bit, but even still... umm... I suppose my answer is that it's kind of both...? As I said, I don't, um, know if it would be right for me to explain fully. Sorry.

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

Holy Cr..Ike! I just saw the most recent comic, and that was White Diamond alongside Steven in the last panel! What could this possibly mean..?

[justanotherblonde]

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

Chapter Update!

Chapter 4 Summary:

Dawn Climbers, "Team Snake" Bonfire Night Expedition, Day 3

The explosions you've all been waiting for! After the show, Sasuke approaches Sasori with a question.

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Oh, my loves… i hope you enjoy this chapter! the culmination of many hours spent on fireworks forums and YouTube, haha…

now, back to working on this Master’s paper... in two weeks time, 1) you’ll have the next (and most EXCITING) chapter!! and 2) i’ll have submitted my paper!!! YAY.

Click here to read from the beginning!

[chrysanthemums-s]

[vex-bittys]

Bittyswap (part 14)

My version of Bittyswap involves full-sized bittybones (and other monsters) living in the Underground and getting miniature humans as pets.

Since I am a highly illegal trade commodity and Brassberry is supposed to be in charge of my species’ ultimate extermination, we agreed that I should stay safely hidden in his pocket until we got to the Temmie village. That option suited me just fine; Brassy’s jacket pocket was lined with soft fabric and smelled wonderfully of worn leather. I actually dozed off during the walk- snug, warm, and safe in my little private hideaway.

An incredibly rude bony digit poked me awake when we arrived. Shopping with Brassy turned out to be quite an experience. First, we stopped at a shop selling human!bitty clothing and accessories. Trying on clothes and shoes felt like my own tiny Heaven until I started comparing the fit and quality to the clothes YanYan had made for me. It reminded me of how he’d shunned me, how I’d hurt him. 

I couldn’t even enjoy the miniature fur-lined, hooded cloak in deep forest green that Brassy purchased for me because YanYan would’ve thought it looked fabulous. The sassy skeleton would probably never even look at me again. Brassberry sensed my change in mood and decided a quick venue switch would solve everything. 

It didn’t.

We went to a dumb shop full of dumb curios, and every time I glanced at something for more than 1.2 seconds, Brassy bought it, thinking I’d want to decorate his room with things that I liked. Nothing says home sweet home like a garishly iridescent unicorn statue or one of those weird doll-sized couches in the shape of a leopard print high heel.

An appeal to my materialistic nature hadn’t worked, so Brassy plied me with ice cream instead. I have to assume he didn’t understand the ramifications of a freezing dessert on my absolutely minuscule human!bitty body. Why would he take me all the way out to the Temmie village to kill me with hellish brain freeze when he could’ve just dropped me outside in Snowdin? I smiled and suffered, not wanting to hurt the big guy’s delicate feelings.

“Do you want to go back home?” Brassy asked me with an expression that hinted at some very hurt feelings. Dammit. I nodded.

The winding path of our shopping trip had circumnavigated the Temmie shop where I’d been sold, but in the interest of saving time and effort, we strolled past it on our way back to Snowdin. The windows of the shop, usually bustling with human!bitty activity, stood empty.

“That’s strange,” commented Brassy offhandedly. My gut twisted with anxiety. 

“Maybe they hid the human!bittys because they knew you were coming,” I joked, trying and failing to produce a convincing laugh.

“Pfft, nah. They never hide the human!bittys from me.” Why would a merchant hide their wares from an enthusiast?

Despite the cool weather of Waterfall, and my near death-by-ice-cream, I began to sweat. No way could the huge skeleton miss the obvious signs of distress written all over my face and body. I had a sneaking suspicion as to why the human!bitty cages stood empty, but could I trust Brassberry enough to share the information?

Could I lie convincingly enough to hide it?

Human!bittys have their secrets.

Our existence depends on it.

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