[ Day 256 ]

Murder, murder in my mind ♫

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GET READY FOR ME TO DRAW MOREEEE !!!!!!!!

that's right folks we're doing it again!! starting on the first of October, it's: Monkie Destiny Challenge 2024: VS Edition!!

Here's how it's gonna work, for each day, there are two prompts. Which prompt gets filled the most will determine whether Chaos or Balance wins that day, and in the end it will all be added up to find out which one was the over all winner!

So it's a little bit like artfight, except there aren't really teams. You can switch back and forth depending on which prompts you like.

GUIDELINES:

Please attempt to keep this event SFW, so that everyone may join in!!!

Ships and OCs are Allowed!!! Have fun!!!

You may do Art or Writing- or simply whatever creation this inspires you to do!!!

Tag every post with #Monkie Destiny Challenge 2024, so that we may all see your creations!!

Note: this is subject to change, but I might post another invite link to the Destiny Server during the first week of October. We'll see.

Transcribed ist of prompts under the cut!

Chaos:

Snake

Darkness

Shatter

Escape

Orange

Despair

Time

Memory

Power

Mania

Dream

Constellation

Night

Sand

Lava

Spell

Snow

Loophole

Headphones

Cat

Dust

Trapped

Song

Fire

Legend

Treasure

Life

Mountain

Rainbow

Wild

Hope

Balance:

Dragon

Light

Mend

Language

Blue

Ocean

Race

Butterfly

Lost

Lucid

Nightmare

Comet

Day

Glass

Chocolate

Curse

Cycle

Sweet

Wind

Dog

Age

Saved

Forever

Moon

Sun

Gem

Hero

Prophecy

Calm

Storm

Sacrifice

'' flower shop of new feelings ,,

[ 06 : bad feeling ]

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

|| warning : nothing !... maybe

|| wc : 1.1k (real short , sorry gang )

Ever since Peter agreed to hide Bucky’s secret friend, again he still didn’t get why he was hiding you, but he was getting 20 bucks richer every week! He wasn’t going to complain. But, as said before, ever since he’d been sworn to secrecy, Bucky and him have been talking more.

Or, an alternative way of saying it, Peter’s been annoying Bucky a bunch.

“When’d you even meet them?” Again, asking about you.

“Clint’s birthday.”

“Really? I didn’t see ‘em”

“Got his birthday gift from them.”

“Ohhh, you’re the one who got Mr. Barton the flowers!” Peter snapped his fingers and had a wide grin tugging at his lips. “Wait, so.. You’ve known them for 3 months??”

Bucky bit back a small sigh as he grabbed a weight and started to do his usual work out routine as he hummed in response, a confirmation of sorts.

“Then why haven’t you introdu–”

“Peter.” He shot a small glare at the teenager, his eyebrow twitched for a moment. “If you wanna know more, you could just ask them.”

Peter huffed and picked up a weight as well, imitating whatever Bucky was doing. “Well, I want to, but every night they come home from work they look EXHAUSTED. I mean, you’d think running a flower shop’s not all too bad, but I mean you should really see them!”

“Okay, then ask them over text.”

“.. I don’t have their number, only Aunt May does.”

“Then ask your aunt.”

“But you’re right here!”

“And you live with your aunt, what’s your point?”

“Well-” Peter cut himself off before sighing. Fiddling around with the weight in his hand. “I mean, I don’t wanna ask Aunt May, she’ll tell them I asked then it’ll be awkward.”

“What if I tell them?”

“I know you won’t!”

“And why is that, exactly?” Bucky put down the weight and raised their eyebrow in confusion. As well as some curiosity. Bucky is like a lock, only one key can unlock his secrets, and that key is rusted, dusted and thrown away to the deepest dark of the ocean.

“‘cause then they’ll know you talk about them, and you have a crush on them.”

…

At that moment it was as if Bucky was frozen in ice again. He didn’t dare even take a breath. A crush? First of all, what are they? Kindergarteners, why call it a crush? Second of all.. NO. What?! He does not have a crush on you! That’s actual crazy talk. You’re just a friend, like- like Steve, but not like Steve.

“That’s false.” was all he could utter out before trudging over to the next things he used for his workouts.

“Whaaatt? But.. What??” Peter put the weight down and followed Bucky, as if he were his mama duck. Haha, Ducky-Bucky. “You hide them for 3 months, from what I hear from Mr. Wilson, you stay out longer than usual ‘cause of them a-and you pay me not to tell anyone about them.”

“Because I know how much everyone gossips, Peter. Now buzz off. I need t’get ready for a mission.”

“Awh, man.” Peter scratched the back of his neck and sighed dramatically as he started to walk away, like a kicked puppy. “You’re lucky Mr. Stark told me I had to do some extra assignment, or else I’d be here asking you all about [Name].”

“Yeah, yeah, get outta here, punk.” He muttered, almost as if saying it to no one. As much as he tolerated Peter more than some of the other Avengers, he still needed his me time. People were tiring, Especially these people.

–

It was as if time had barely passed yet stayed still at the same time. Bucky, Natasha, Sam and Wanda were on the Quinjet as of right now. Man, how he’d wish to God he was back home. Look, he respected everyone on the plane. Sam wasn’t someone Bucky’d go out of his way to hang out on a regular, but he likes him better than Tony. Natasha and Wanda, he saw the two as someone he could sort of relate to. Natasha being a part of Hydra and a trained assassin for them unwillingly, and Wanda was an experiment for Hydra.

Small comrodaries in trauma.

All things considered though, he’d be doing anything but being on this flight. All that the four would do was beat up some people, find intel on some enhanced people they’d gotten a tip about, and figure out if they’re a danger or not.

Thinking about that wasn’t what Bucky was preoccupied with though, no. His thumbs were occupied by texting you. Thankfully, the quinjet was big enough for him to text in his own corner of the aircraft.

florist : we can have a movie night, my place if you want! when you get back?

james : only if you want to.

florist : i’ll provide the snacks if you pick the movie <3

That stupid looking heart did wonders on his heart.

james : how about a comedy?

florist : my, my james! i didn’t think you’d want a comedy! with how stoic you act all the time LMAO

james : even i need a laugh sometimes.

The main reason was ‘cause he wanted to hear your laugh.

“Prepare for landing, gang!” Natasha yelled to the group. Oh, great, mission starting soon. Bucky stood up from the metal flooring of the quinjet and shot you one last text before powering his phone off:

james : mission time. i’ll text you when i’m back.

–

You stared at the text on your screen for what felt like ages. You didn’t know why, but that text made you feel.. Anxious. Worried, all the bad feelings. Sure, Bucky was a super soldier AND an Avenger.. But you knew of the dangers, of the threats. He’s still only human.

But, you pushed your emotions aside and texted back, even though you knew he wouldn’t get it back until after the mission.

florist : goodluck, james. <3

Okay. Before we start, yes.. You may have a small, itty bitty, miniscule, super insignificant crush on Bucky. I mean, who doesn’t? He’s tall, muscular, and a quiet giant. And he actually LISTENED to you. He liked to listen to your yaps, and when you think it doesn’t get better, IT DOES! Because he actually remembers the details.

Bucky’s sweet, patient and kind. Despite the rough edges, he’s a good person. Even if he didn’t think that.

A small sigh left your lips as you clicked your television on and started to drift asleep,letting your anxieties and worries melt away with the old British narrator guy talking about “the three toed sloths” on the tv. Your dreams consisted of darkness, flowers, and warmth.

You were calm in your voided dreams, unaware of what the hell was going on with James.

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taglist : @iyskgd , @highhopes1008

part two. PART TWO. 🫶🫶

lovesick

january hasn’t even hit double digits yet i’m all valentines ready 😭😭

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹. Keigo wouldn’t be surprised if he just collapsed because of a heart attack with how fast his heart was pounding. He needed to stop being so nervous, or else he was going to start to sweat. If he started to sweat, then he was going to smell, and then — argh!

It was Valentine’s day, D-day, the day of yours and Keigo’s first date.

Normally, Keigo would breeze through a date easily. No problems. He’d smile cheekily, flirt in that way he always does and wouldn’t even think twice about casual touches, hand holding or kisses. 

 But with you, god, it was so different.

You two were already friends before he asked you out. You guys bonded over the little things: early lectures, stupid films and the bastard that was Touya Todoroki. However, long before he even entertained the idea of liking you romantically, his breath always hitched when you came into the room. As cheesy as it sounded, you were dazzling to him, funny and sweet. He was smitten. 

He thought that the hard part was finally over when he successfully asked you out. A movie night in your dorm, with a classic face-to-face, heartfelt confession (which ended with red cheeks and redder lips). He remembered that while you moved to press a firm kiss to his lips, you held his face gently. No one ever did that before. No one ever held him with such softness, with such affection like you did. 

Keigo, you muttered quietly with a smile into his ear, finally.

He reached for his jacket. God, he needed to get his act together. His hands fiddled with the zipper before dragging it up to his collarbones. The weather was getting warmer, warm enough to forego the outerwear. But, for some inexplicable reason if it got colder, he figured that he could offer you his jacket. Be the perfect gentlemanly boyfriend you deserve. He didn’t need the jacket anyway, he ran hotter than most. 

Keigo looked into the mirror, eyes scrutinising his reflection. He looked like he was going to take a hike up Mount Everest. For a more relaxed look, and to kid himself into looking like some state of calm, he unzipped his jacket. His hawk-like eyes zoned in on a small stain on his shirt. Fuck. Why on god’s green earth did he not see that before?? With furrowed brows, he glanced at the clock, then zipped his jacket halfway to cover the dirt and bolted out the door with a picnic basket in hand. 

Thankfully not out of breath, he arrived at the park. It was late afternoon and surprisingly empty. At this point in the day, Keigo was just glad that you were running slightly late too. He had received a text from you just as he reached the meeting place, saying something had come up and that you’ll be there in less than twenty minutes. 

Perfect! Just enough time to set up the picnic. The plan was to stay long enough to watch the sun sink into the sky and then, well, Keigo was willing to improvise. The sky was cloudy, he might have to concoct a plan sooner than he thought. 

“Keigo,” you gaped, “what the actual hell? This is beautiful!” 

His head snapped up to meet your eyes. They were clear and sparkling, and slightly squinted due to the huge beam on your face. Keigo thought that he would never see a cuter sight.

You set your bag down, laughing as you joined him on the picnic blanket. The sound, a delight to his ears. 

“What’s up sweets?” He huffed, laughing with you, “Miss me?”

Bending forward, you poked his cheek, “Always. Did you know you looked like a meerkat just then?” You quickly added.

He feigned offence, “You wound me! I’m excited to see you and this is what I get?”

“But you love me right?”

“I still didn’t look like a desert rat.”

You leaned back, to imitate the way he looked at you.

“Now, tell me that didn’t look like a meerkat.” 

“I’d prefer it if you said I looked like anything else — a hawk perhaps?”

“Meerkats are cute, I’m calling you cute!”

“Mmh…” He reached out his finger to poke your cheek just as you did, “Nope. Not at all. You must be seeing things.”

You rolled your eyes with a light smile, before looking at Keigo’s picnic set up again. 

“You did all of this for me?”

There was a fragrant bouquet of yours and Keigo’s favourite flowers sitting in the woven picnic basket, full bloom. You told him that you loved pretty things, what was prettier than flowers? Though, he was very close to printing out a bunch of candid photographs of you both to decorate the picnic — he refrained by a fraction. 

A platter of your favourite fruits were placed beside the flowers, meticulously arranged. Keigo was particularly proud of them; he cut the strawberries into heart shapes. However, the star of the show (apart from you, of course) was the cake he baked. It was a small thing, not the best looking. He was never any good with cooking, let alone baking, but he tried. It was slightly squashed on the side from being in the basket, even so, it should taste good. 

“Anything for you really,” he replied, your name sweet on his lips, “want to take a bite?”

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DO NOT HARRASS THE ANIMATION STAFF/STUDIO

In light of recent events, I decided to go check out Wildbrain's website for more information on what their 2D works are usually like.

These are the same people involved in the making of Carmen Sandiego

A show that, like some of their other 2D works, actually benefits from a choppier, more puppet-like animation style.

It's safe to say that it's the type that's worked well for them up to this point, with a couple exceptions. (See: The Snoopy Show)

And much as I'm massively disappointed with the quality downgrade of the new LMK season, well...

...Keep in mind that this studio has loads of talented people who are trying their best to fill the big shoes left behind by Flying Bark.

LEGO made the decision of what studio should step in next, and attacking the actual studio for it just makes you an asshole.

acc the team up missions were like- kinda a spin off series? but not really? kinda like fillers but in manga form :3

i love when ppl write Hawks to be a little bit morally corrupt. like cmon, this man CANONICALLY has a restaurant that he takes ppl to when he wants information out of them. He's gonna lie... maybe even a lot.

'' PARTY TIME ,,

pairs: teen!hawks/keigo takami x reader

warnings: none!

word count: 1.9k

stuff to keep in mind: red text = keigo's thoughts, also this is like my first fic that im writing cause i had an idea :D! also this is prolly ooc ToT

Keigo Takami, age 15, has never gone to a party and barely has any friends out of the commission. Only has one friend, and that's just out of sheer, dumb luck, Rumi Usagiyama.

And today... She's taking him out to a friends party!.... great.

Despite all of Keigo's faux confidence, he was a real nervous for this. He knows how to use his quirk to save people! At least in theory, he hasn't exactly saved anyone yet.. BUT I DIGRESS! This will be easy! Just some random teens.. He doesn't know... At a loud party...

Oh God, what am I doing??

"Okay, birdy brain," Rumi stretched her arms as the two stood in front of the house. "We'll stay as long as you want, unless it's past 2 am, don't wantcha grumpy for your trainin!"

As she said those words she pinched his cheeks, recieving a groan and his wings swatting at her as she laughed.

"You sure this is a good idea?"

"Yeah of course, I mean you're cooped up in training rooms or your dorm"

"... It's not that bad."

"It's pretty bad, birdbrain"

Rumi rolled her eyes as she lead them both into the house. The music wasn't as blaringly loud as Keigo thought it would be! Nor was there too many people.

Man, maybe this will be better than i thought, Rumi was just being drama- PERSON!

Keigo's eyes narrowed as someone, well, he'd assume was one of Rumi's friends came up to her, or practically running to them.

"RUMIIII!"

"Y/NNNNNN!!!"

Keigo stood there motionless as they watched the two ramble on to eachother about.. Well he didn't really know. It took a good 2 minutes before the other noticed Keigo. Once registering his presence they made a small "o" with their mouth as they rubbed the back of their neck, backing away from Rumi and him. Oh my god, how do I talk to this person???

"Uh, hi, I'm y/n!"

Oh my god thank you for talking first.

"I'm Haw-" Rumi elbowed him before he could finish. SHIT! Keigo's been so used to being called Hawks. "Haaaaaawww.... Kato."

... Rumi looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Hakato? Really? Cute name, but it's not yours, Keigo. "Hakato?"

They gave a small smile as they tapped their chin. "It's nice to meet you then, Hakato!"

"Yeah, nice to meet you too, Y/N"

Get a grip Keigo, you're more awkward than two people who don't speak the same language.

Keigo was about to say something before-

"Y/NNNNNN!!! C'MONNNN!!!"

They let out an exasperated sigh, physically deflating as they heard someone call them.

"Sorry about that! Those people can wait, uh- how do you kno-"

"Y/N GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!!!"

They let out a small groan as they ran a hand through their hair, giving a weak smile. "Sorry, I guess I gotta head over there, bye Rumi! Bye Hakato!"

Y/N gave a sheepish smile as they ran over to the other room. They weren't in trouble, it was just their friends calling for them! Probably cause they broke something, or needed to find something.. Or all of the above.

Once they were out of hearing distance Rumi smacked Keigo's arm, a confused look on her face.

"Hakato??? Really?? Why didn't you just say," She put her arms up, waving them at the side of her hips, mocking him. "Hey, I'm Keigo Takami! I don't know how to talk to people, meehh!!"

"I don't!" He pushed her face away with the palm of his hand, pouting slightly "I don't sound like that... And plus! It was gonna sound weird if I said Haw-Keigo!" Rumi rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she lazily put her arm around his shoulders, leading him to the room y/n went through.

"Welp! Looks like you're going by Hakato now!"

The two went into the room, the lights were all off with a few led lights glowing. It was a nice atmosphere, it wasn't too loud, but it could definitely become a bit much after a few hours. Thank goodness Keigo and Rumi were going to leave soon...

.

.

.

It was 1 am. This party started at 10 pm, and more people came, it got LOUD. Keigo just wanted to go back to the dorm rooms he stayed at, if he didn't get to sleep soon he'd be sloppy during the day. Being sloppy meant bad training, bad training meant bad hero, bad hero meant bad life.

Oh god I need to get home.

Keigo looked around the house one more time, accidentally finding more than two couples making out.

Gross, where the hell is Rumi.

He kept looking for a good 10 more minutes then just gave up. He didn't wanna try sending out his feathers to look for her, that would just end up with them getting trampled or something.

.. These people are Rumi's friends.. Yeah they are, plus there's no alcohol here so she'll be fine. Plus she can beat up literally anyone.

Keigo justified his reasons as he walked out of the house, stopping at the doorstep and texted Rumi.

"im leaving the party, im tired as shit"

sent!

...

What the?

Keigo looked around, he heard some rustling. Maybe he shouldn't look, maybe it's just another couple making out, but something just made him wanna at least know what made that noise. What can he say? It was the hero in him.

He turned the corner, to the sides of the house. Y/N! y/n?

They were curled up in a ball covering their ears and on their phone, seemingly rushing to text something.

snap!

Y/n turned their face towards the sound. It was Keigo snapping on a branch.

Great, good going government stealth training- Oh shit are they crying?

Y/n quickly rubbed their eyes and stood up, giving a weak smile as they stepped closer to Keigo. Their cheeks stained with a few tears and their face a little red.

"You okay?"

"Uh, yeah! I'm okay, sorry bout this-"

"No! No it's all good! You uh, wanna talk about it?"

"Oh, no it's okay! It's stupid"

"I don't mind."

The two stood there awkwardly for some moments as y/n played with the ends of their sleeves. God kill them now, this was not a good first impression, er, second.

"Just got loud is all," They gave a small shrug as they walked past him to the front of the house. They rubbed their eyes and nose with their sleeve as they sat down at the stairs to the porch. "I'm not good with people."

"O-Oh, yeah no, I get that," Keigo followed them and sat beside them, letting out an awkward sigh as he shuffled around getting comfotable. Damn these giant ass wings. "I'm bad with people too."

The two sat in.. Less than comfortable silence, it wasn't too bad. At least there was music playing in the back from the house. It was blaring music, but better than like, some classical or some shit.

"Sorry, this is a really weird impression, I promise I'm not that much of a crybaby!" Y/n chuckled as they rubbed the back of their neck, keeping their eyes away from Keigo's.

He shook his head swiftly.

"No! This- isn't the worst impression I've had with a few people," he thought back at the events of the party. ".. So many people making out.."

"Oh my god, right?? Like- like go home at that point!"

"At least some people are trying to hide it though, some people are just makin out on the couch!"

"My heart goes out to the houses owner"

"Oh god I didn't even think of that!"

They both burst into small giggles, y/n's eyes fully dried from tears and the awkward tension lifting, at least 2/3rds of it.

"Hakato?"

It took a second for Keigo to register that they were talking to him.. He'll have to explain the name thing later..

"Yeah?"

"Uhh," Y/n fiddled with their sleeves, looking out to the road. "How're you getting home?" "Wings."

"Wings?

Keigo nodded as he pointed to his wings, y/n making the same "o" then before.

That's kinda cute

Keigo gave a small grin, an awkward looking one but it made y/n giggle.

"I'm waiting for my brother to pick me up, if you want I can ask if he can drop you of-"

"that's okay!"

How does one.. Even explain that he doesn't live with his parents, nor really any guardians. But a dorm with a few other kids for some private hero-training shit?

Y/n nodded at that, a little surprised at how quick he responded but didn't question it.

"How uh, do you know Rumi? I don't see you around school"

KEIGO THINK.

"I'm uh- homeschooled"

It wasn't a complete lie! He was schooled with the commission... At that was practically his home.. So.. IT MAKES SENSE!!

Y/n nodded. Wow these two nod a lot. Makes sense, they're awkward teenagers.

"Yeah makes sense, I-I think I've heard Rumi talk about you once? Big red wings and all!"

They let out a small chuckle, finally glancing over Keigo, his wings shuffling a bit behind him.

Did their eyes always look this nice?

"Haha! Y-Yeah that was probably me, good ol'" He stumbled through his words a moment "Good ol' Hakato!"

Y/n laughed again as they heard a ding from their phone and glanced up to the street. A nice black, convertable with someone who looked like y/n.. Ohhhh, their brother.

They quickly got up and dusted themself off before putting their hands in their pockets, giving a small shrug.

"I gotta go- my brothers-" "Oh yeah no, all good!"

"You sure you don't want a ride?" "Nah nah, thanks though!"

Y/n gave a small wave as they walked towards the car, leaving Keigo to watch them get into the car and wave at him through the passenger seat. "Bye Hakato!"

They yelled as the car started and Keigo got up. He flapped his wings and got off the ground, giving one more wave towards them before he started flying towards the dorms.

He had fun! More than expected. It was tiring, and a lot of new people, but some of them were nice! Majority were nice, and plus it was good for Keigo to make new friends his age! Everyone at the HPSC was all older than him.

Soon enough, Keigo snuck back into his room, shutting the window behind him. SUCCESS! He successfully snuck out, went to a party, made new friends! Oh hey, and Rumi texted him back! "rude! coulda given you a ride back birdbrain"

"haha, its fine, i like flying"

"such a damn bird..."

"guilty!"

He put down his phone as he changed into his pj's, thinking back to the night... Y/n. Could be a good friend of his! Yeah he could...

I FORGOT TO ASK FOR THEIR NUMBER.

He dove into bed and quickly texted Rumi.

"RUMI GIVE ME Y/N'S NUMBER PLZ"

"lol someones down bad"

"they seem cool, and wud be a good friend"

"excuses

you gotta work for it"

"anything"

"ill think about it and text you tomorrow morning"

"it's 2 am, its already tomorrow morning"

"touche, ill give the terms and conditions when i wake up LOL"

"RUMI PLZ."

.. left on read.

Keigo sighed and put his phone down as he snuggled into his bed, maybe he can text y/n tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow.

SMILES this was prolly badly written and super ooc, but im eepy and wanted to get this idea out. TEEHEE!