You remember the day you got your scar almost perfectly. How could you ever forget the moment when your appearance changed forever and placed a lovely scar on your wrist?
It was the early evening and the light was fading to a purple hue as you worked on an essay. You’d been irritable all day with an unusually tingling sensation scratching over a patch of skin by your wrist. You kept having a bizarre craving for Lima beans and penguins. This was weird for several reasons. Not only are Lima beans your worst enemy but you’d recently discovered penguins have a nasty bite if you scare them.
Suddenly the feeling of fire burning deep into your skin flew across your wrist. You cried out and doubled over as your hand seemed to take on a body of its own. You watched on in horror as piercing black lines were carved into your flesh. Any attempt to touch your hand and you’d immediately be scalded. It was terrifying.
You were given babysitting duty after all the rogues were captured in put together in a cage. Batman said he’d be back soon to take them off your hands.
That was three hours ago.
They hadn’t stopped bickering for the three whole hours you had been there and you were pretty sure they were driving you insane. You had contacted Batman multiple times but after a while he seemed to just ignore you. You sent him another message. “Batman, I swear you better be coming back soon. They are driving me crazy. YOU CAN’T IGNORE ME FOREVER.”
“I have a mission to cleanse Gotham. God shall send me strength!” Deacon Blackfire yelled.
“God better give me strength not to hit you!” You shot back.
“You watch your mouth or we’ll end you.” Penguin snapped.
“No picking fights now Oswald.” Two Face said.
“Wow, Two Face must be in a good mood.” You muttered to yourself.
“I think this one is getting a bit too big for their boots.” Scarecrow mused.
“He says behind bars.” You said sternly.
You had been kidnapped many times by these rogues, a few too many for your liking.
You had began to block out the possibility of ever dying. Stupid yes, but it according to Batman this would be the last. You had learned by now just to take his word for it.
Dean walked into the kitchen, intending to grab a cold one from the fridge. He stopped short and furrowed his brow slightly when he saw that the fridge door had been left open. He shrugged and reached inside anyway, slightly disappointed to find that the beers weren’t cold anymore due to the fridge door being open for so long. He rolled his eyes and grabbed one anyway, shutting the door behind him. It was an honest mistake; Sam had probably grabbed something and forgotten to close the fridge door. Probably too caught up in one of those geeky books he was always reading. Dean popped open the beer and headed back to his room, the opened door already starting to slip from his mind.
The next day, when entering the kitchen after cleaning the Impala, Dean found the fridge door open again. Sighing in annoyance, Dean shut it, but not before grabbing a lukewarm beer. He opened it up and took a sip. Eugh. He grimaced and put the beer back in the fridge.This crap was starting to get annoying. He should probably go nag Sam about it…
The next day, upon entering the kitchen in the early afternoon, Dean saw that the fridge door was left open yet again. He groaned and rolled his eyes, walking over to grab a beer. As usual, it was now rather tepid due to the door being left open. He sighed and placed it back in the fridge.
“Alright, that’s it.” Dean grumbled, heading over to the library where Sam currently was reading a book. “Dude, this is seriously getting old.” He complained, stopping at the doorway.
Sam looked up from his book. “What’s getting old?”
“Leaving the fridge door open!” His brother exclaimed. “I’m tired of going to grab a cold one and finding them all warm because you left the door open!”
Sam furrowed his brow and gave Dean the classic bitch face. “Dean, I can assure you, I’m not leaving the door open.”
“Well then who is?” Dean countered. “Y/N?”
Sam shrugged. “Maybe! I don’t know!”
“Oh wow.” Dean scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “Real mature, Sam. Blame the four year old kid for your actions.”
“Dean, I’m telling you, it’s not me!” Sam asserted. “You know what? I bet you’re the one who’s been leaving it open!”
Dean cocked his head to one side. “Oh you wanna play the blame game? Fine! Go in the kitchen then! I was just in there and the door was closed when I walked out!”
Both brothers headed back to the kitchen. Upon entering, they caught glimpse of a small child - you -grabbing a juice box from the fridge. Failing to notice the Winchesters standing at the doorway, you pattered out of the kitchen through the other entrance, forgetting to shut the fridge door.
Dean could practically feel the triumphant look Sam was shooting him. He ignored his brother and walked over to shut the fridge door.
“Alright, so it was Y/N.” Dean admitted, turning to face Sam.
Sam smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Told ya. So, what are we gonna do about this little problem? We can’t keep letting Y/N leave the fridge door open. The food inside could spoil.”
“Yeah,” Dean agreed, leaning against the counter. “And I don’t think a 4 year old will understand the concept of electricity…”
“Wait, I think I have an idea…” Sam began, walking over to open up the fridge door. He turned to his brother. “Follow my lead.”
“Y/N!” He called. “Come here! We wanna talk to you!”
You appeared at the doorway, juice box in one hand and one of your dinosaur toys clutched in the other. “Yeah?”
“Y/N, have you been leaving the fridge door open?” Sam asked, gesturing to the open door.
You paused, then shrugged. “I dunno…”
The Winchesters shared a look with one another. Considering you had the attention span of a spoon, it wasn’t hard to believe that you didn’t notice whether or not you were shutting the door to the refrigerator. Sam stepped forward and squatted down in front of you.
“Y/N, whether or not you realize it, you’ve been leaving the refrigerator door open.” He said. “And do you know why that’s bad?”
You shook your head.
“It’s because there’s, uh…a penguin…living behind the fridge…and…if you leave the door open too long, you’ll, uh, steal his cold and he’ll get mad.”
Sam formed a serious face, hoping you’d believe him. He could feel Dean giving him a weird look, but thankfully he stayed silent.
Your eyes grew wide. “Really?” You looked over at the still open door.
“Yup.” Dean nodded. “And you know what? If you make him mad, he’ll come out and bite you.”
You suddenly dropped your toy and juice box and darted past Sam and Dean, slamming the refrigerator door shut.
“I don’t want the freezer penguin to bite me!” You cried, pressing your back against the door.
“Well kiddo,” Dean began, hiding a small smile. “Don’t leave the fridge open for too long then.”
The brothers turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you still pressed up against the refrigerator.
“Dude, seriously?” Sam grinned, looking over at his brother. “That last part was a little cruel.”
Dean chuckled. “Well, if the ‘Freezer Penguin‘ keeps my beers cool, I don’t see the harm in it.“
I may not give you so much attention these days, but you are still my most favoured character in One Piece and I love you dearly.
I hope you’re hanging well friend.
Seriously, I wanted to do so much more but this is all I can fathom… I have posted this image as part of my first 4 inktober too - and that will be continuing, though generally it’s on my professional art blog rather than this fanblog. Also, the gold colour above was actually painted in gold ink - it doesn’t show very well through a scanner - though I might post photographs.
If you want to see my inktober posts, check out @penguins-bite otherwise, happy birthday Marco.
Lalna froze, up to his elbows in machinery, smudged with soot and grease, sweaty and smelly and disheveled. His heart was pounding in his ears, his body tingling, his throat constricted. Slowly, he straightened up and wiped his brow on the sleeve of his labcoat.
Play it cool, he thought. Yeah, you’ve got this. Suave. Debonair. Does that mean what I think it means? Whatever. Yeah. Debonair, yeah! Like a–musketeer, or something. One of them. Got this. Yeah, okay, here goes.
“Well, I was–I was wondering when you’d get round to saying so, hahah,” he said, only barely stumbling over the words despite the fact that his tongue had turned into a rather moist sock.