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Edgethy and DoomDoom meet someone new while running away, but don't make it back to the farm in time before the storm hits...
...sorry Edgethy... but you're definitely not in Fellsas anymore... and no, you can't have your sunglasses...
Featuring...
Dorothy Edge as The Great and Terrible Edgethy Flail
Toto the Dog Doomfanger as DoomDoom the Cat
Professor Marvel Science Sans as Professor Sci-vel
Aunt Em Farmtale Papyrus as Aunt Veg
Uncle Henry Farmtale Sans as Uncle Cropy
Mrs. Gultch Error as Mr. Glitch
Glinda the Good Witch Ink as Glindink the Good SansWitch of the North
and The Munchkins too many Swap Sans' to count as The Berrykins
In the midst of a war that is now being called the “Clone Wars,” the Masters of the Jedi Council convened in the Council Chamber to discuss important matters.
"The Senate and the public wants eyes on what's happening on the warfront,” Mace Windu said as he leaned forward in his chair. “However, there is a shortage of people who are willing to follow the clones and the Jedi into a warzone."
"Especially after what happened the last time," added Adi Gallia with a small smile on her face.
Master Yoda sighed, "Unfortunate, that was.”
Ki-Adi-Mundi nodded and said, "The Senate would like to prevent it from happening again and the Chancellor had suggested that a Jedi would be suited for this job-"
"Somehow, that does not surprise me," Obi-wan muttered as he crossed his arms.
"-since a Jedi would not need much protection compared to a normal citizen."
"Fortunately, we know just the right person for the job." Mace revealed as he activated the holoprojector to show a profile of a petite young woman with dark colored hair and green colored eyes.
So, me and @liathgray came up with the most brilliant idea of Vaatu being a drama queen and an absolute theater nerd. Because, let’s be real here. He rehearsed those monologues. Inspiration for the idea goes to them! xD
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Vaatu spilled from the northern spirit portal, a domineering force of darkness, nearly unstoppable in terms of both size and sheer power. He easily loomed over his shrunken counterpart.
"READY FOR OUR FINAL BATTLE, RAAVA? THANKS TO OUR FRIEND SEPARATING US, I THINK THIS TIME I MAY BE RID OF YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL." He taunted, infinite power bursting.
The human stepped up to him, challenging.
"You'll have to go through me, first!" He sounded confident for such a small, short-lived being. How cute. Vaatu chuckled slightly.
"NO HUMAN CAN STAND AGAINST ME."
The human barked a laugh.
"Haven't you heard? I've done a lot of things, humans ‘can't’ do." He threw fire at Vaatu, who flew around the bursts of flame easily. The massive, primordial spirit flipped through the air easily, slamming one of his tendrils into the human, sending the flesh-bound fool tumbling hard. Vaatu could almost grin, here comes the good part.
"I LIVED TEN THOUSAND LIFETIMES BEFORE THE FIRST OF YOUR KIND CRAWLED OUT OF THE MUD!" He shot a beam at the human, who screamed as he was painfully knocked back. "IT WAS I WHO BROKE THROUGH THE DIVIDE THAT SEPARATED THE PLANE OF SPIRITS FROM THE MATERIAL WORLD!" He fired his beam at the human again, his meaty friend made a weaker sound this time. "TO HATE ME IS TO GIVE ME BREATH. TO FIGHT ME IS TO GIVE ME STRENGTH. NOW PREPARE TO FACE OBLIPION!" Vaatu had been charging up a final blast, but stopped. He'd messed up the line, dammit! He powered down, shrinking slightly. "WAIT, NO..."
The human got up, looking confused. "Oblipion?" He looked back to Raava. "Did I hear that right?"
"I BELIEVE SO..." The tiny white spirit poked out of the pot she was hiding in.
Oh, no.
Nononononono.
THIS.
THIS was an ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE.
He'd been practicing this speech for HOURS and he messes up just like that. He was almost late to the battle even!
Right in front of his little human friend, and Raava too!
"UHHH... CAN I START OVER?" He asked lamely. Deflating.
Then the human started to laugh. He burst into uproarious laughter, holding his sides and sobbing from the sheer force of his own amusement. "He just asked to start over, Raava!" The man cried in amusement. Tears gushing from his eyes and he rolled on the ground in absolute delight.
Feeling the sting of embarrassment, a visibly shrinking Vaatu made a keening noise as he fled through the spirit portal.
Taking into account my delicate condition, I turned around and eased my dorm door open by pressing my back to it. It left my hands free to cradle my midsection and the tiny life therein. Knowing my luck, I was taking no chances.
That obstacle negotiated, I performed my usual Izuru check. It took more than one sweep of the room before I spotted him watching me from one of his favourite spots (on top of my wardrobe).
"Hi, babe."
"You are two hundred and fifty-nine seconds late," he said. "I assumed you were never coming back."
Well, now I felt awful. I sucked air between my teeth. "I'm so sorry I worried you! I'm such inconsiderate trash..."
Izuru huffed at me.
"Sorry. I mean... I feel bad about that," I self-corrected. Izuru's rules are hard to follow, even though I know he's an Ultimate Therapist and he knows best. "I'm late because, well, I've been walking more carefully since I made a... discovery..."
I went to sit on the bed, still carefully holding my abdomen with both hands where it was covered by my coat.
"Izuru, I have news."
He slithered down from the top of the wardrobe and came to sit next to me, watching me expectantly. Hah... expectant...
"Okay, well, you know how... no, you have all those medical talents, obviously you know... let me start again."
Izuru started rubbing my shoulders in relaxing swoops.
Come on. Out with it. "Izuru, you're—going to be a father."
"Am I?" He didn't stop the rubbing.
"Yes—well, assuming you want to stay with me, I don't want to take that for granted, haha, I would never be so presumptuous—"
"I do want to."
"—but, uh, before you decide, you see, there are thr... it's... it's triplets, babe."
"May I see?"
I gulped. "Oh, um... sure..." With his chin on my shoulder, he watched me unzip my coat.
I held up the first one, the tortoiseshell, for him to see. She registered a sleepy protest at being removed from her comfy pocket.
"She looks like a Malala," said Izuru, "or perhaps a Temple."
"I was thinking Dapple, but those are nice."
I handed her to Izuru so that I could get out her sisters.
So I spent like 3 hours terribly rewriting Curious Village from memory into a crackfic, only to find I wasn't sure how to upload all of it best into Tumblr. So instead have ten of my favorite parts, at least until I can figure out how to properly transfer it here in all of its weird glory.
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An Undertale/Wizard of Oz Fusion sillyfic where it's The Wizard of Oz, but with random Undertale AU Skeletons based off a quick little snippet of a dream i had.
Starring:
Edge as The Great and Terrible Edgethy Flail ("SINCE FLAIL SOUNDS LIKE GALE AND IT IS ALSO A USEFUL TOOL")
Doomfanger as DoomDoom the Cat (Red was originally cast as Toto but was fired for annoying Edge too much)
Ink as The Good SansWitch of the North (if he can remember what he's doing)
and every single Swap Sans as The Berrykins (do i really need a reason?)
[Every fandom needs a sillyfic and here is mine~it's something like a silly pwp ficlet inspired by the rodeo chapter of WWG, God save my English (facepalm)]
I like it, I love it, cowboy
(the day of the rodeo circuit )
Marty whistles complacently while gazing himself in the mirror in plaid shirt and jeans,a cowboy hat and leather boots.Rust looks up from the laptop, narrowing his eyes.
"It's funny,100 years've passed since the pioneer period and people are still keen to the games at the risk of breaking their necks,only to retrieve their lost virility from some wretched cattle."
"Great comment by an Arctic whaler,chief."Marty snorts,not annoyed at all."What do you think?"
"Perfect for a prom,John Wayne."Rust says,"I suggest you keep your wallet close before get drunk."
(That night)
"How long have you been thinking of this?"Marty asks.
"You mean fucking you?"Rust almost laughs,"Maybe since you sucking the soup in a hospital's gown."
"Hell,"Marty is tickled by him,"so you played Socrates in my favorite couch for months while thinking of my ass?"
"Not bad of your ass,as a retiree."
"fuck off,"—— as if you're the expert,Marty thinks,"Seriously,since when do you realize we're...more than partners?"
"Don't know,"Rust replies after a while,"Sometime after leaving Louisiana,perhaps."
"Did you ever think of me...in Alaska?"Marty's quiet for a moment,then asks.
"Not often,"Rust says,with some hesitation."Dreamed of you sometimes."
"What am I doing?"Marty grins,"In your dreams?"
"You really wanna know?"Rust squints at him,"You're riding a mechanical bull—— naked,with a hat and a pair of boots."
"...You motherfucker,"Marty feels himself blush to the neck.
(some days later)
It's night,time for sleep.Rust is lolling in bed,reading a book in the light of wall lamp.Sounds of water from the bathroom stop.Rust arranges the blankets and waits.Usually Marty will walk out in some minutes,dry his hair with a towel and slip into the blanket beside him.But now the bathroom is quiet and Marty hasn't turned up yet.he hears Marty stops at the door,as if he's hesitating.
Rust raises his eyes and finds Marty standing by the door, with a hand on the doorframe.Light from the corridor silhouettes his figure.He's wearing the old cowboy hat and a pair of leather boots,a bath towel on the waist——nothing else.
Rust gives a low whistle.He can't utter a word.
Marty casts a glance at him and looks down immediately.He can hardly take a step as if blocked by an invisible wall.
Marty's heart beats wildly.He fixes his eyes on the carpet and hears Rust's footsteps approaching from their bed,steadily as usual.He can feel Rust's heavy sights fall on his skin.
Rust gently pushes him against the wall.His fingers run across Marty's jaw, cupping his face in hands.Marty looks into Rust's eyes.He can read the desire burning under the half-closed lashes.He's been penetrated by the glowing eyes. The entire being of him, body and soul,are unfolding before the man,without reservation.
"How about this?"Marty asks,a little breathlessly.
"I like it,cowboy."
Rust separates Marty's lips with his thumb and covers them with his own.His tongue teases Marty's tongue and palate leisurely like savouring something delicious.Marty's brain goes blank.He can't do anything, except for chasing the other man's lips devouringly.
Then Rust breaks off the kiss, but doesn't stop his motions.He wedges his knee between Marty's legs,lingering on his favorite parts of the man's body,the jaw,neck and collarbones, waist,hips and thighs,groping for every familiar inch by his hands and lips.
Marty feels enveloped by Rust's fiery breaths.He forgets his burning face and cold wall and everything,all he wants is the man beside him.He responds him with the whole body,fervently and blindly.
