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more on dreemurrtale — feat. present!aurel dreemurr !

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author's note: it was hell making this but so worth it... got the main two done! can't wait to expand on this au!

Q1. who is "aurel dreemurr"?

aurel dreemurr is an asriel variant who takes on the role of dream sans from dreamtale. born from the same buttercup-infused DETERMINATION as his twin, caligo, aurel was conceived as the embodiment of hope and perseverance. however, his role is not as simple as just "the good one" in their sibling dynamic—his existence is defined by a struggle to maintain balance, even at the cost of himself.

Q2. what is aurel's role in dreemurrtale?

aurel exists to maintain balance between positivity and negativity across the multiverse. unlike his twin, who seeks to purge negativity entirely, aurel understands that light cannot exist without darkness. he believes that true balance comes not from erasing negativity, but from learning to coexist with it.

however, this belief comes with a terrible burden. aurel is expected to be the unshakable beacon of hope, the one who can never falter. no matter how much doubt creeps into his heart, he forces himself to keep going—because if he gives up, who else will stand against the darkness?

Q3. if caligo feeds on negativity, where does aurel's power come from?

aurel gains power from positive emotions, just as his twin thrives on negative energy. love, hope, kindness, and faith in others strengthen him, both physically and mentally, allowing him to push forward even when the odds are against him. however, unlike caligo—who passively absorbs negativity without effort—aurel must work for the positivity he receives.

people don’t naturally cling to hope; they have to be guided to it. aurel’s power only grows if people truly believe in it, meaning that when despair takes over, he weakens.

Q4. what happens if aurel absorbs too much negativity?

aurel absorbs negative energy to neutralize it, but at a cost. the more despair and suffering he takes in, the weaker he becomes, his own essence slowly crumbling under the weight of the world’s pain. if the negativity outweighs the positivity in his soul, he suffers from:

a crushing weight in his chest, as if his very SOUL is being squeezed dry.

his aura dimming, his once-bright presence flickering like a dying candle.

the twinkle in his eye—a mark of his connection to the SAVE point—fading into a cold, distant glare.

if he becomes too mentally defeated, his body follows. the more he doubts himself, the closer he comes to breaking entirely.

if it gets bad enough, his suffering can become literal. his body weakens to the point where it feels like a heart attack—his energy drained to nothing. in extreme cases, his SOUL itself is at risk of being forcefully extracted.

Q5. why does aurel and caligo’s shared soul matter?

aurel and caligo were conceived from the same buttercups infused with DETERMINATION, meaning they were born from one soul, not two. this means:

their fates are intertwined. if one dies, the other does as well.

they are mirrors of each other—what affects one will inevitably impact the other.

they cannot truly separate, no matter how much they oppose one another.

aurel has always known that their connection meant that caligo could never be truly erased. But caligo, growing impatient with aurel's unwillingness to act, believed the only solution was to take matters into their own hands. that’s why they consumed the buttercups that once gave them life—because they were willing to sacrifice themselves for what they saw as the only path to balance.

aurel, however, refuses to give up on them. no matter how far caligo falls, aurel will always reach for them. even if it kills him.

aurel's present!design, free for artist interpretation:

clothing & armor ...

aurel wears a flowing, regal tunic in shades of light green, symbolizing vitality and balance. gold embroidery trims the edges, forming intricate patterns of vines and blooming buttercup flowers.

a golden sash wraps around his waist, securing a lightweight yet durable armored chest plate, which shimmers with a soft, ethereal glow. this armor is crafted from an unknown celestial material, reinforcing his resilience while allowing fluid movement. his sleeves are long and billowy, tapering at the wrists where gold-plated vambraces protect his forearms.

aurel’s lower attire consists of fitted white trousers reinforced with subtle golden plating along the shins. his boots, elegant yet sturdy, rise just below the knee, laced with golden threads that seem to pulse faintly with his aura’s energy.

a high-collared cape flows from his shoulders, woven from a fabric so light it almost seems intangible, shifting between hues of pale gold and warm green depending on the light. it beholds the delta rune symbol in white, flowing from the back.

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limbs & weaponry ...

aurel possesses feather-light, pure white wings, reminiscent of UT asriel’s final form but uniquely his own. they are massive, radiating his golden aura at its most concentrated. when spread, they cast a warm luminescence, their presence alone instilling a sense of calm. each feather appears soft yet resilient, capable of shedding glowing motes of energy when he moves.

strapped to each of aurel’s thighs are dual golden pistols, engraved with medieval-style sketches of the sun and moon, representing his belief in coexistence.

vines wrap around the barrels, with buttercup flowers blooming at certain points, seamlessly intertwining with the celestial engravings.

rather than firing physical bullets, his pistols channel pure positive energy, unleashing tiny beams of radiant light that slice through darkness like shooting stars. these shots travel faster than a blink, striking souls directly. instead of causing physical damage, they send shockwaves through the target’s body, overwhelming them with a deep, reverberating force. aurel often utilizes this as a stunning mechanism, rendering opponents immobile without outright harm.

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more on dreemurrtale — feat. nightmare!caligo dreemurr !

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author's note: guys is this so goth or what??? i ate UP with this one and i hope ya'll like exploring my baby's character as much as i liked forming it.

Q1. who is "caligo dreemurr"?

caligo dreemurr is a chara variant who takes on the role of nightmare sans from dreamtale. instead of being born from an apple tree like in dreamtale, caligo and their counterpart, aurel dreemurr (an asriel-dream sans variant), were conceived from buttercups infused with DETERMINATION. these golden flowers were meant to maintain balance between positive and negative energy in the multiverse, just as the apple tree in OG dreamtale...

however, caligo, as one would assume, rejected that balance.

Q2. why did they become "nightmare"?

unlike OG nightmare sans, who was accidentally corrupted, caligo’s transformation was a deliberate choice. they consumed the very buttercups they were created from, fully aware that doing so would taint and destroy them. to them, positivity was a suffocating force that only masked suffering rather than eliminating it.

tied to their twin by fate, by the DETERMINATION soul they share, caligo could feel the weight of expectations, the pressure of maintaining ‘balance’—but to them, the world had never been balanced to begin with. they believed the multiverse was inherently flawed, built on cycles of cruelty and false hope. If there was no way to fix that system, then there was only one alternative: to burn it all down and start over.

Q3. what is their goal in their nightmare form?

now fully corrupted, caligo seeks to eradicate all negativity in the multiverse—but their method is extreme and merciless. to them, negativity cannot be “managed” or “balanced.” it must be completely wiped out, and if that means entire universes must be erased in the process, so be it.

despite their overwhelming power, caligo does not see themselves as a ruler or a villain. they do not revel in suffering—only in the destruction of what they see as an inherently broken system. love, mercy, and hope are weaknesses in their eyes, illusions that keep people trapped in suffering. their actions are not driven by malice, but by a cold, relentless conviction:

if a flawed world cannot be fixed, it must be erased.

caligo's nightmare!design, free for artist interpretation:

facial features ...

unlike OG nightmare sans, caligo is not fully covered in that black goop. instead, their corruption is similar to chara’s melting face in the genocide route, with black sludge oozing from their eye sockets and mouth in a disturbing, almost organic way.

they wear an almost permanent, sinister smile, frozen somewhere between amusement and malice.

the SAVE point twinkle in their eye still remains, but only appears when they flash a glare at someone—similar to how sans' eye glows when using his powers or when he’s enraged.

clothing & armor ...

their color palette is deep, muted greens and blacks, symbolizing endurance, decay, and their connection to darkness.

their royal attire is layered, armored, and asymmetrical, blending inspirations from their past life as royalty with the monstrous form they’ve become.

their cloak is long and tattered, dragging behind them like a dying shadow, moving unnaturally even when they are still.

golden accents subtly remain throughout their design—a cruel reminder of their origins. these appear as small, cracked engravings on their armor, broken embroidery on their cloak, or faint traces in their ruined crown.

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corruption & physical effects ...

when stressed or weakened, caligo coughs up black goo from their throat, but more disturbingly, they sometimes cough up whole buttercup flowers, as if they are sprouting from their lungs to slowly suffocate them.

the more they are exposed to positive energy, the worse these effects become, as if their body is actively rejecting what it once was.

corruption manifests around their pulse points (wrists, neck, etc.) as dark green veins that crawl up their skin, blooming into patches of buttercups that pierce through their flesh like a parasite.

limbs & weaponry ...

their fingertips are permanently stained black, as if they dipped them in a pool of ink.

their fingers end in sharp, claw-like talons, capable of slashing through flesh effortlessly.

a massive, ebony-black sword manifests from their negative energy. the blade is jagged and pulsates with unstable power, warping the air around it like a heat mirage.

of course, they still retain the "iconic" writhing tentacle-like appendages protruding from their back, just as nightmare sans does, but with a more jagged, thorned texture—like vines twisting into existence.

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! NEW UNDERTALE AU ALERT !

welcome to DREEMURRTALE, all made by me !

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author's note: this entire idea came to me completely on a whim, and this is far from all the lore i have, so feel free to ask questions! i'll have my asks open just in case.

general overview:

dreemurrtale is a reimagining of the dreamtale AU, where undertale asriel and chara dreemurr take on the roles of dream and nightmare. instead of being born from an apple tree, they emerge from buttercup flowers infused with DETERMINATION—symbols of both innocence and toxicity, beauty and danger.

in this universe, asriel becomes aurel dreemurr, the embodiment of hope and balance, while chara becomes caligo dreemurr, the harbinger of realism and destruction. the siblings are mirrors of one another, bound by a single DETERMINATION soul. their fates are intertwined—one cannot exist without the other.

caligo, once stoic and overshadowed, grows resentful—not just toward aurel, but toward the world's cruelty and false positivity. they choose to consume the golden flowers, fully aware of the corruption it will bring, embracing transformation as "nightmare" to cleanse the multiverse of suffering. their mission is not born from malice, but from a misguided attempt to break the cycle of pain they have witnessed.

aurel, beloved and idealized, clings to the belief that light and darkness must coexist, even as he weakens beneath the weight of his title. when caligo turns against him, he is forced to fight the very person he has always sought to protect. their conflict is not a war of good vs. evil—it is a tragic misunderstanding between two souls who only ever wanted to save each other.

their names reflect their destinies:

aurel, derived from “aurelius” (meaning “golden”), embodies warmth, radiance, and unwavering hope.

caligo, meaning “darkness” or “mist,” signifies depth, obscured truths, and the relentless pursuit of a world freed from suffering.

at the heart of dreemurrtale lies a tale of duality, sacrifice, and the fragile balance between light and shadow—where love alone may not be enough to heal what has already been broken.

passive design descriptions (for artists bc i can't draw to save my life 💔):

aurel dreemurr (guardian of positive energy & balance)

pronouns: he/they

color palette: light green, gold, soft yellow, hints of white

clothing style: regal yet gentle, flowing robes or a light tunic with gold embroidery. his outfit gives off a celestial, ethereal vibe, representing hope and purity.

eyes: warm golden or bright yellow-green, with the twinkle resembling a SAVE point star, symbolizing their connection to fate and perseverance.

fur: soft, fluffy, and slightly unkempt, resembling asriel’s natural look but slightly longer. the tips emit a faint golden glow.

accessories:

a golden circlet or laurel crown symbolizing his role as a guardian.

a flowing cape or sash that drapes elegantly, resembling soft waves of energy.

delicate golden accents, possibly in the form of embroidery, jewelry, or armor pieces.

aura & magic: emits a soft, warm glow like morning sunlight. his energy appears as gentle wisps or streams of gold and green light.

powers:

healing & strengthening: can amplify hope, courage, and determination in others.

energy purification: gradually neutralizes negative energy but at the cost of his own strength.

light manifestation: creates protective barriers, glowing weapons, or ribbons of light to assist allies.

energetic empathy: deeply attuned to the emotions of others, able to sense their struggles and feelings, though he sometimes carries this burden too heavily.

weapon manifestation: constructs weapons of golden energy, but they are more defensive in nature rather than purely for combat.

limitation: cannot manipulate or absorb negative energy—doing so weakens him significantly.

caligo dreemurr (guardian of negative energy & realism)

pronouns: they/them

color palette: soft beige skin, dark green, deep brown, muted gold, hints of black

clothing style: more structured and militant than aurel’s, with heavier fabrics. their attire is practical yet noble, representing strength and endurance.

eyes: piercing dark green or muted gold, with the twinkle resembling a SAVE point star, mirroring aurel but with a sharper, almost calculating edge.

hair: a short bob with bangs, slightly messy with strands falling over their face, adding to their serious and intense demeanor.

accessories:

a dark cloak or cape that drapes over one shoulder, resembling the weight they carry, preferably right before they transform into "nightmare".

gold or deep green armor-like elements, possibly gauntlets or shoulder guards.

a simple, dark circlet or choker, subtly symbolizing their connection to aurel.

aura & magic: shadows ripple subtly around them, but their presence is not inherently menacing—just firm and resolute. their energy appears as dark green, deep gold, or faint wisps of black when they absorb negativity.

powers:

absorption of negativity: can take in and store negative energy, making them stronger.

energetic empathy: deeply attuned to the suffering of others, though they often hide this under their stoic nature.

barrier creation: forms protective shields that harden with absorbed energy.

weapon manifestation: constructs dark, solid weapons, more significantly knives, formed from absorbed emotions. unlike aurel’s, theirs are purely offensive.

limitation: while negativity empowers them, excessive absorption can overwhelm them, making them more unstable.

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general headcanons ! –ㅤㅤfeat. ink sans

warning: mental disorders mentioned, i'm obviously not a professional so don't criticize me for what i'm saying. dark(?) topics

author's note: i'm highkey hyperfixated on undertale again and i absolutely fell in love with ink's character, so here we are.

🎨⠀ ₊ ˚ he has clinical psychopathic personality disorder, which causes him to be naturally apathetic.

🎨⠀ ₊ ˚ ink's vials that he drinks helps him stimulate and regulate his emotions, so they serve as a medication for his disorder. he has eight vials, that being red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, idigo blue, purple, and hot pink. obviously, they represent the seven SOUL traits from OG undertale (other than pink, cuz that's not a thing), but they also provide the general emotional/psychological meaning of their respective colors.

🎨⠀ ₊ ˚ ink can "overdose" on his meds, meaning if he drinks too much of a specific color vial (or multiple at one time), he could get really sick and be overwhelmed with whatever emotion that color represents. (ex, if he drank too much indigo blue paint, he might have severe nausea and go into a deep depressive episode, cuz that shade of blue is typically associated with sadness.)

🎨⠀ ₊ ˚ all eight of ink's vials are labeled according to the effects they give him when he takes them, on the bottom of each vial. but because of his sporadic personality (when he's actually on his meds normally), and because of his (canon) forgetfulness, ink, most of the time, completely disregards whatever one of his vial meds he's taking and just drinks one without actually taking into account which one it is, and if it's even appropriate for the situations he's in.

🎨⠀ ₊ ˚ ink is dissociative, due to his secret knowledge of the fact that he isn't "real", and neither is the entire undertale multiverse. this causes him to not truly connect with others around him very deeply, especially because he puts on a front of "positivity and creativity" in order to make others comfortable around him.

🎨⠀ ₊ ˚ if ink is left alone for a certain amount of time, he may spiral into a episode of existential loneliness, which may cause him to have panic attacks.

🎨⠀ ₊ ˚ bonus: ink's assigned song is "no one noticed" by the marías

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𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄. –ㅤㅤfeat. alt gabriel & gn angel reader

synopsis: reader has been friends with archangel gabriel for centuries. it was only until the outbreak of alternates, did something in gabriel change... at first, reader did not question it, until he started asking them to do the most dreadful things.

word count: 3.1k

warning: gore, topic of suicide, manipulation, heavy religious themes, slight horror

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YOU WERE ECSTATIC. Gabriel was finally coming home. It's been almost two decades since the last time you saw him. At some point in the process of waiting, you assumed he was either sent to purgatory, or worse. But all of that didn't matter anymore. Your Gabriel was coming home, back to you.

You practically galloped to the entrance, your wings fluttering with anticipation. You were stopped mid-sprint and almost ran into the crowd of fellow angels welcoming your dear friend back. Gabriel may not have been the highest ranking, only being an Archangel, but he had a way with the people, both mortal and immortal alike. He was kind-hearted, selfless, and never made anyone feel excluded. You admired him. He gave you a chance, when no one else did. For all that he does for you, you would do anything for him.

You weren't the tallest for an angel, so you hopped up and let your wings float you above the soft, cloudy ground. Gabriel waved to the crowd, his wide, childlike eyes twinkled in joy. You squinted down at him in curiosity. His hair looked longer. He never liked his hair past his shoulders. You brushed away the thought. Maybe he didn't have time to cut it.

The crowds bickering and cheering gradually got louder, until a booming voice from behind startled them, everyone's heads whipping towards the sound. "Welcome back, dearest Archangel Gabriel, have the heavens blessed you in your travels. How was your mission, my child?" God announced, his vocal cords buzzing around the cathedral. We all quickly dived to our knees, our eyes glued to the floor. The space became deadly quiet. The only person who looked up was Gabriel, an innocent smile on his face.

He flipped his long locks to the side and cleared his throat. "It went very well, Father. The alternates have been eradicated, and faith has returned in the mortal world." This was the very first time you've heard Gabriel speak in years; his voice had gone deeper, almost slick, like ice. God gave two small nods of his head, "That is wonderful news, my son." God lifted his hands in the air for emphasis, all heads lifting up to their superior. "As tribute to his efforts, I may grant a celebration in this young man's honor!" Everyone raised to their feet and screamed in harmony, "Hurrah!"

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The outbreak of alternates had started about two decades ago, and Gabriel was sent away to purify all that were affected on Earth. It wasn't as bad at the beginning, it being very easy to distinguish between alternate and normal mortals. But then, as the years went by, Lucifer had gotten creative- strategic, even. Alternates started to look more like the creatures they were imitating, and used manipulation to cause victims to end their own lives as sacrifice for the devil's so-called "cause". Trust was shattered all across the world.

No one knew who was a pawn and who wasn't, so, as mortals often do in misunderstandings, they turned on each other. You didn't want to imagine the bloodshed that Gabriel was forced to witness, it hurt your heart just thinking about it. So many innocent lives taken away at such short notice. The saddest part was, even the highest ranking angel couldn't save a mortal- bring them back to who they once were. Once one became an alternate, there was no known way to reverse it. They would forever be under Satan's control.

The thought scared you to death, but you always wondered, after the advancements of disguise, if the devil would take it a step further. Would he ever dare send one of his pawns to the holy land? Would he be filled with so much hatred and resentment that he himself would pretend to be an angel again, just to destroy all of humanity, and everything else with it? Your wings shut tightly against each other as you shivered.

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Before the nightmare could continue, something cold slithered itself onto your shoulder. You jumped, your wings flashed out in surprise.You quickly turned on your heels. There stood your best friend, your true savior right in front of you. You pounced on him, hugging the boy with both arms and legs. Slightly startled, he wrapped his arms around your small figure. Gabriel has always been taller than you, being about six-foot-five in human terms. He always liked to hold you and give you piggy back rides, he loved seeing how happy you would get, being able to see all that he sees. He was like a big brother to you.

"Hi, (Name)! It's so wonderful to finally see you again! I missed you so much!" With your head buried into the crook of his neck, you muttered, "I thought I lost you." You breathed in deeply, taking in his scent. You couldn't pin-point what it was, but Gabriel always smelled like comfort, home. For quite some time, you felt as if you'd never feel that way again. But it didn't matter now, he was here. You were safe.

"Of course you didn't lose me, sweetie, I'll always be with you." He gave you a soft grin, his dimples poking the sides of his cheeks. A weak smile was your response, "From the darkest nights to the ends of time." You and Gabriel said in sync. In a way, those were your vows to each other. Gabriel had come up with the phrase when the two of you were very young, only a few thousand years old. There was a devastating war between the underworld and the holy land, and both of you were highly injured in battle. You remember it as if it was yesterday.

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He laid helplessly in your arms, his body almost too heavy for you to hold on to. Part of his left wing had been ripped apart, a river of blood poured out in its place. With tears in your eyes, you screamed, begged for someone, anyone to help your dying friend. It felt as if even though pain and destruction surrounded you, only you and Gabriel were left in the entire universe. The realization hit you like a bullet to your chest. Gabriel was going to die here, and you would be the only one who witnessed, or cared, for that matter.

"I'm so sorry..." You sobbed, clinging on his heaving stomach. "Please, please don't leave me. I can't lose you, you're all I have..." With a shaky hand, Gabriel caressed your cheek and smiled with as much optimism his weak body could muster. "Don't be silly, (Name). I'll always be with you, from the darkest nights to the ends of time."

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You slowly slid off of Gabriel, taking his hand in yours. The two of you walked towards the housing district as you exclaimed, "It looks like nothing changed for you. You're still beloved by everyone." He chuckled lightly, "That's a bit of a misconception. I bet I have a few enemies here and there." You let go of Gabriel's hand to elbow him in the side, "Don't kid yourself, how could anyone hate you? You're perfect." He snickered down at you, his eyes half lidded. "I wouldn't say I'm perfect. Everyone has their flaws, even the seraphim, the purest of all angels." You furrowed your brows in frustration. "Why can't you just take the compliment? And also, I wouldn't suggest talking about your superiors like that, you know they're all-knowing." He shrugged.

The rest of the walk to the housing sector was awkwardly silent. Usually the two of you have much to talk about, but today Gabriel seemed oddly reserved. Maybe he just needed time to settle back in, to recover from whatever horrors he may have discovered while dealing with the alternates. You and Gabriel finally made it to your humble abode, a cozy little loft at the corner of the sector, perfect for viewing the mortals below and stars above.

He sighed, plopping his body on your perfectly cushioned couch. It looked as if all tension in his muscles had melted away in an instant. You smiled warmly. "I'm glad you're making yourself at home, Gabriel. I can't imagine how exhausted you are." He didn't bother to face you as he slurred, "More than you would know." Your lips curled into frown, underwhelmed by his lack of acknowledgement of your presence.

Have you been replaced? No, that can't be. You and Gabriel have been friends since childhood, he couldn't have replaced you that fast. He wouldn't anyway, he loves you. You just settled with the conclusion that you were overthinking, and that he just needed some time alone to collect his thoughts. "Well, if you need anything, I'll be in my bedroom." You nervously stammered, a jittery giggle sneaking its way out of your vocal cords. Before you could hear a response, you quickly shuffled your feet toward your bedroom, your clammy hands glued together.

You closed your door quietly and sat down on the side of your bed. Your wings fluffed themselves out and a few stray feathers fluttered down onto your sheets as you rested your chin on your palm. You shut your eyes and took in a deep breath. There was so much you wanted to talk to him about, but you didn't want to seem nagging. Gabriel already seemed to be giving you the cold shoulder. You shrugged it off again and curled into your covers in silence. "Maybe he'll feel better by the time his party starts." You mumbled to no one at all, trying to bring some comfort in this very confusing situation.

You tried to rest, but Gabriel’s unnatural behavior had bothered you a bit more than you thought it would. It had been almost an hour since you trailed off to your room, and he hasn't even tried knocking on your door to check on you. Then, as if God himself had came down to answer your prayers, there came a damp haired, truly majestic being with a loosely fit robe tied around his waist.

Gabriel looked absolutely ethereal. You’ve always thought he was pretty, but this was next level. The shoulder of the satin robe drooped to one side, exposing his collarbones. Gabriel must have noticed your flushed expression, because he giggled and gently sat beside you. “Awe, just look at yourself, (Name)! It isn’t like it's the first time you’ve seen me like this.” He teased, a pouty look on his soft features. And you hope it wasn’t the last, you thought, eyes averted. The wall looked very interesting at this point in time.

“I’m glad you decided to freshen up.” Fiddling with your hands, you added, “What do you plan on wearing for your event tonight?” He hummed, a low rumble in his chest. “I have no clue yet. Nothing too flashy. Gold would be nice…” After swallowing down your pride, you gained the courage to face Gabriel again. This time he wasn’t looking at you, fixated on his soft, big curls that flowed down to his mid-back.

He combed his fingers through them, patiently waiting for you to interject. You pressed your lips together into a fine line, not knowing what to say. Since it was the only thing you could come up with, and the awkward silence was threatening your dignity, you queried, “Why did you decide to grow it out? Your hair, I mean.” Without moving a single muscle, Gabriel’s eyes flashed a dark look your way.

You involuntarily flinched, wings twitching with suspicion. Gabriel’s usual bright, welcoming, sapphires had seemed to dull to a depressing, almost sinister, shade of gray slate. His left eyebrow raised dramatically, the rest of Gabriel’s features hard as stone. He blinked once and the expression was gone, replaced with a goofy grin and rosy cheeks. You hesitantly rested your hand over your heart, an ache being gently lifted off your shoulders. Gabriel spoke, that same icy tone had crept its way back from his first arrival.

A hint of sweetness only masked over it, “Remember how you would say you loved when I let my hair grow freely? How you hated to see me grab a pair of scissors just to chop it all down to less than shoulder length? That’s about all there is to it. I did it out of respect for my best friend, (Full Name).” You smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of your neck, “Well, I’m glad you finally came to your senses; I think it looks wonderful on you.” Gabriel gave a small nod as a “thank you”, his large figure rising up off your mattress. “Speaking of the event, I must start getting ready, it could start at any moment.”

You squinted as Gabriel waltzed out completely unbothered, not even giving you a small wave. The door shut, the loud slam caused you to slightly jump. You took in a deep breath and your widened wings slowly wrapped around your anxious figure, comfortably warming your unusually cold skin. With a grunt, you stretched yourself out in standing position. "What was that defensive look about? All I did was ask about his hair." You audibly wondered, heading over to your bureau.

You paused and tilted your head a little, a troubled face looked back at you through the reflection. Something seemed off, but you couldn't pinpoint what it was. You leaned toward the mirror, hand stretched as if to reach out for something invisible to the eye. You squinted, observing the mirror more closely. There was nothing there that was out of the ordinary. You sighed roughly, feeling comfortable enough to finally pull back. Your paranoia had been almost instantly proven wrong.

You blinked for a millisecond, and there stood a freakishly tall and slender shadow, its black figure practically camouflaged into the darkness of your closet. It stared at you with soulless sockets, their shape unnatural and elongated, very similar to that of an old cartoon. You bit back a scream and snapped your head back towards the creature with your back faced toward the mirror. It disappeared, nowhere in sight.

Suddenly, you heard a mangled voice gurgle out some close to unintelligible phrase right against your ear. The only translatable words were "The end is near. Soon the world will crumble from his wrath." Out of impulse, you slammed your fist against the glass, pieces abruptly shattering across the floor, the loud cracks screeched in your ears. You pulled your hand back, knuckles already stained with blood. All you did was pop your fingers, a quiet hiss only subtly revealing the pain stabbing at the joints in your hand.

"All of that was delusion. I need to finish getting ready." You were getting used to telling yourself that, ever since Gabriel had returned. Although, that felt real. Almost too real. If that was what you thought it was, you could not tell anyone. Gabriel had promised he had gotten rid of all alternates, and you weren't going to completely ruin his reputation just because you're starting to see things. Gabriel was your world, and you couldn't imagine his own crumbling because of you. If keeping him safe requires hurting yourself, you've been prepared for the fall.

Your eyes widened. “This place is filled to the brim. I’ll never get inside at this rate.” You muttered, digging your teeth into your bottom lip. Because he was the ‘guest of honor’, Gabriel had already arrived before anyone could step foot into the pub. You were wearing your best, its design covered in intricate symbols, each having its own distinct meaning. Yet, it's not like it really mattered, people were too busy shoving you around to get inside to take note of your dazzling outfit. You felt a sharp pain in your head coming on. “You have got to be kidding me…”

Unfortunately, as an angel, you were not limited to the everyday pains of that which a mortal human would feel, back pains especially came naturally to you. Trying your best to ignore that intense, godforsaken migraine that pounded across your mind, you squeezed yourself through the mass of individuals, an occasional “Sorry.” “Excuse me.” “Pardon me.” under your breath.

Once you finally made it in, you closed your eyes, letting your lungs take in the pub’s strangely intoxicating smell. It was citrusy, with a hint of freshly handcrafted booze. It reminded you of humans’ casinos, except less… sinful.

A large chandelier hung above your head, its beautiful ornaments twinkled in spite of the darkness that surrounded the object. The party had just begun about five minutes ago, and the pub was already buzzing with people of various ethnic backgrounds. From the fairest skinned sharp-eyed Russian, to the buzzling group of deep dark brown Africans and their hyperactive latinx companions, diversity was no small thing at this event, or in Heaven in general. This fact alone proved your point of Gabriel being a star in the world’s eyes. You weren’t jealous, in fact, you were just as vulnerable to Gabriel’s undying charm as everyone else in this building.

Music of all kinds blared through the speakers, it's hard bass causing you to slam your palms over your ears. The sea of bodies swayed forward, toward a balcony hanging overhead. You followed suit; a beaming figure rose from the darkness of the room of the balcony. He raised his hand slowly, then, in a blink of an eye, it whipped across the air in one quick movement. The whole pub silenced themselves. The man let his hand fall to his lap gently, resting on top of the one he wasn’t using. He bowed to the crowd, most returning the gesture.

Once he had risen back to standing posture, he raised his arms up high, very similarly to God’s act this morning. As if in sync, his vast wings flashed out, a gust of wind blew across the masses. Now that he had really allowed you to look at them, the scars on Gabriel’s left wing were not there, at all. It was almost as if the injury had never happened.

Gabriel spoke, causing you to rushingly shift your focus back onto his face. It looked stern, an almost exact replica of the expression he gave you back at your loft. It sent an uncanny shiver down your spine. “It is truly an honor to be with you all on this charming evening, I thank you for your hospitality. I may have freed the mortal world from harm, but you, the people and protectors of all that is holy, are the true heroes. There is no sin without justice, as well as there is no justice without sin.” Angels from all around roared, chanting things most of which were unintelligible to you.

[lovelybunn]

hiii! i rlly need tf2 soldier content rn, so if you can think of anything i wanna read it, smut it not, but a gn reader would be nice :)

here you go! (it's smut, im sorry 😭😭😭)

[lovelybunn]

conditioning .ㅤ- feat. soldier

warning(s): smut (under the cut), reader is afab, rough/hardcore, slight(?) degrading

author's note: happy fourth of july to my fellow americans! 🇺🇸🦅

The soldier's words pierce through the silence, echoing throughout the room. “Get your ass up, maggot! I know you can try harder than this!” You can feel his breath on the back of your neck as the timer in his hand continues to tick. You fucked up getting the intel, so now he's punishing you for causing “the whole teams’ loss.” (Everyone was doing poorly that day, you specifically weren't the only one to blame.) Right now the man has got you down in a plank position, making you sit there for 2 minutes straight. Your abs and knees have failed you, so inevitably, you collapsed, which is why the soldier is currently screaming at you at the moment.

"Don't you think this is a bit excessive?" you mutter weakly, your voice strained from the exertion. Every time you give out, he stops his timer. The soldier's response was immediate and unwavering. "Don't you dare question my discipline technique, private! This is nothing compared to what I could make you do.” This was enough to get you back on track since you had no interest in finding out whatever was worse than this in the soldier's book. You grit your teeth, your body trembling with fatigue as you get up to continue to hold the plank.

The soldier doesn't seem to care about your torment, however, and continues to yell at you and humiliate you in front of the rest of the team. “This isn't yoga class, cupcake! Get your ass out the air!” You wonder if this is some sort of power trip or if he just wants you to break down and beg for mercy. Either way, even from the corner of your eye, you can see that shit-eating sadistic smirk on the man's face.

The demoman lets out a loud, audible burp. His words are slurred as he speaks, “Ach, don't be so hard on the lad, they're fresh, Solly!” A loud crash is heard next as he stumbles off the bench, the medic and heavy swiftly catching him and carrying him off to his room. “Heavy thinks you shouldn't be so hard on alcohol, but we all know that won't happen.” All three men let out a hearty laugh as they exit the room, their shoulders slumped from the weight of their drunkard friend.

The scout saunters over next to the soldier in front of you, his sneering face looking down at you as he bends over to tilt your head up with his bat. The scout can't contain his laughter at your suffering, having been dominated at least three times less than you during the game, making it where he doesn't have to go through this. You scowl up at him, your body aching from the intense workout. The scout laughs, "Sucks to be a loser, huh? Wonder why Pauling even got you on this team—" His snarky remark is interrupted by the engineer, who yanks him by the ear and grumbles an agitated warning. "Get your ass on and mind your own business, boy. Come on," The engineer drags the scout out of the room, the younger man whining and yelling out retorts as they leave. The others have already left, leaving you and the soldier alone in the locker room.

Your head falls down to focus on the ground, silently hoping that you're at least halfway done. The soldier's piercing, silver-blue eyes look down at you, silently observing as he slowly circles around you. You can hear the rhythmic echo of his feet against the cool tile floor of the locker room. After a few moments, he finally speaks up, grunting out, "Twenty-five seconds." He comes to a stop and stands right in front of you, his eyes still fixed on your trembling, sweaty body.

You grunt out in relief, "Thank goodness!" You close your eyes and count down the remaining seconds in your head, feeling the burn in your muscles becoming more intense by the second. You force your spine to stay straight, your body begging for the torture to end. The soldier's voice thunders loudly in your ears:

"6...5...4...3...2...Time!”

You grunt out in triumph as you fall flat on the cold tile, its surface a stark contrast to the burning heat of your skin. Yet, the feeling of relief is quickly replaced by shock and discomfort when the soldier kicks you and forces you to get back up.

“Rise and shine, soldier! Stand tall and proud like the true powerful American you are!” he cries out, his voice filled with pride and patriotism. You groan and struggle to your feet, feeling exhausted and mildly irritated. You try to protest when he suddenly grabs you by the waist with a sudden burst of force, his hot lips pressing against yours in a passionate kiss. You gasp and freeze in place, struggling to understand what's happening. With your lips parted, he dominates your mouth with his tongue, tasting you with intense demand. After a few moments, he pulls away from you, grinning at your confused expression. “I like you. You're my favorite out of all these other maggots.” His smile widens into a smirk, sending a chill down your spine. “You've got a great body and strong grit. I like that.” Before you can even muster up a response, he turns you over to where your back is to him. He feels your skin flush pink, and he chuckles, the sound rough and rugged. “I wanna show you how much I like you, in one of the best ways I know how.”

Your body quivered as the soldier's rough hands knead and grope your form, moving and sliding lower with each passing moment until he reaches your aching core. His laugh is dark and seductive as his fingers slide underneath the hem of your underwear. Without warning, the soldier shoves two thick digits into your hot, tight little hole. “You're so fucking wet for me, private. You've always wanted to be my little slut, haven't you?” He growls against your ear. His other hand grabs a fistful of your breast, teasing your hardened nipple between his index finger and thumb.

You let out a startled yelp as the soldier's digits dig deeper inside you. Your walls can't help but to squeeze around him, his fingers curling inside you to pump in and halfway out as his thumb kneads at your clit roughly. You let out little squeaks and sighs of pleasure, unable to really form coherent words. The soldier growls low against your ear, “You're gonna cum already, huh?” His fingers pump harder, his thumb pressing firm against your clit. “Ya gotta toughen up, buttercup.” Your moans grow needier as your hips buck into his hand, begging for release. But, alas, just as quick as he came in, he pulls out, shoving his fingers into your mouth to force you to taste yourself. You whine in annoyance, but complying and reluctantly lapping up your own slick from his fingers. “Ah, just look at you,” He remarks, slowly pulling out his fingers from your mouth, saliva stretchy on them. “You're less of a fuck up when you do what I say.” The soldier smacks your ass, the hard sensation startling you.

“But I'm willing to bet I've already told you that.” You hear the shuffling of his belt coming undone and his pants falling to the floor from behind. The soldier's dick rests erect on your back, and you can tell that he's quite big. You swallow nervously. “You feel that, cupcake? That's what a true patriot feels like.” He coos, positioning himself between your legs.

The soldier bends you over against the lockers, watching as your slick streams down your trembling thighs. He laughs, slapping his hard cock against your backside. The soldier teases you, rubbing circles across your silt with the tip of his cock. “You fucking ready for this great American cock, princess?” He growls, his voice drenched with burning desire. You peer behind him, your eyes clouded with lust. “Yes,” you mew. With that, the soldier yanks a chunk of your hair back, not acknowledging your pained squeal as his cock hammers into your tight little cunt, “Fuck!” He roars.

The sound of your desperate cries mixed with the slap of skin against skin reverberates throughout the room, his hard thrusts leaving your ass red from his balls hitting at it. He abuses your cervix, pounding against your g-spot with ease and precision while his own grunts and curses flow out like a vulgar sea of pleasure.

He grips your torso with his arm, the joint flexing to keep you close to him as his hips snap rhythmically into your aching hole with vigor. You felt like you were on fire, dizzy from the rapture taking over your every sense. All you can do is cry out for more, your release nearing very close.

The soldier prys your jaw open with his free hand, forcing you to let out your shrill cry of pleasure, “Cum for your general, maggot!” Due to his order, shock waves wash over you as you squirt all over his length, your entire body twitching in ecstacy. He lets out one last battle cry as he hauls out his cock with an audible pop, “For The United States of America!” He hollers with all his might, his cum spewing all over your back and asscheeks in heavy loads.

With a bark of laughter, he quickly removes his white tank top, using it to wipe away the cum that drips down your heated skin. The cool fabric brushes against your lower half, and you shutter. Your knees buckle, and your hands scramble to hold onto the lockers for stability. Your entire body quivers with exhaustion, as he lifts you up off the ground, effortlessly carrying you bridal style in his arms. Through his bucket hat, you can see the glint in his eyes, filled with happiness, as his huge, toothy grin stretches across his face.

“You did good, kid. Real good.”

“You need to work on your stamina, though. Let's hit the shower, so we can do another rep of good ol’ fuckin’!” he says as he leads you out of the locker room, both of you almost fully undressed, your bodies red-hot from the ‘exercise.’ He walks with confidence, his head held high, towards his own shower, the smell of sex wafting off both of you.

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T͟E͟A͟M͟ F͟O͟R͟T͟R͟E͟S͟S͟ T͟W͟O͟ M͟A͟S͟T͟E͟R͟L͟I͟S͟T͟ .

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scout ;

nothing, yet...

soldier ;

conditioning.

pyro ;

nothing, yet...

demoman ;

nothing, yet...

heavy ;

nothing, yet...

engineer ;

"special" request.

medic ;

nothing, yet...

sniper ;

nothing, yet...

spy ;

nothing, yet...

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"special" request.ㅤ- feat. engineer & gender neutral reader

warning(s): smut (under cut), sucking fixation, praise kink

word count: 1.8k

The engineer was working on one of his many schematics for the team inside his workshop, until you came over to pay him a little visit.

The man was deep in concentration, his eyes focused intently on the blueprints scattered across his workbench. Unexpectedly, the sound of footsteps disrupted his thoughts. “Howdy, partner. How may I help you today, son?” The moment he heard the sound of your familiar laughter, he swiveled around in his chair to face you.

He chuckled in his typical sweet and sultry tone, his soothing voice causing a shiver to run down your spine. “Ah, it's you. Nice to see ya, (Name). What’re you doin’ this late at night? Isn't it past your bedtime, little feller?” To be quite frank, he was right. It was almost two in the morning when you showed up inside his workshop. “Well…” you started, wanting to find the correct phrasing. “I'm gonna ask for a weird favor from you.” you said, watching his eyebrows furrow in confusion. He burst into a deep, belly laugh at that, shaking his head to himself. “Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, sugar. There's nothing you could ask from me that'll shock me even in the slightest.”

You sighed, taking that as permission. “Engi…Can I touch you?” You asked sheepishly, feeling a bit nervous to approach the issue. The engineer gave you a curious expression, lifting his goggles up to look you dead in the eyes. Before he could process your words, he tilted his head to the side, a hint of confusion playing at his brow. "Touch me?" He repeated, the gears in his head visibly turning as he tried to decipher your words. “What do you mean by that, (Name)? You're bein’ rather vague, kiddo.”

You nervously rubbed the back of your neck, biting your lower lip as you spoke. "Maybe…like, a hug or something? I kind of need one." You felt the heat in your cheeks grow as you stumbled over your words. The engineer took notice as well. Although, instead of laughing at you like half of the other mercenaries might have done, he looked genuinely concerned. “Well, why didn't you say that in the first place, darlin’? If you were having a bad day, you'd know I try and help you. I may only be able to solve practical problems, but I love my friends.” He paused, patting his lap. “Come ere, then. Come give this sleep deprived genius a good ol’ hug, yeah?” He holds out his arms for you to embrace him.

You couldn't help but giggle at the sweet gesture, settling into the man's lap with a soft thump. You noticed how warm and soft he felt against you as you wrapped your arms around his broad, muscular shoulders and buried your head into the crook of his neck. The engineer chuckled softly as he rubbed gentle strokes across your back with his robotic hand, the cold metal sending shivers throughout your body. It was a strangely soothing sensation, the contrast between the cold, hard surface of his hand, and the warmth of your body providing a unique sensation that left you feeling incredibly relaxed… maybe even a bit curious.

To act on that said curiosity, you decided to push a bit further. The engineer patted your back gently as you sat up to lock eyes with him once more. “You feeling better now, (Name)?” You nodded slowly, your eyes heavy from the intense sense of relaxation flowing through you. “Mhm…” He smiled in response, “I'm glad to hear it. Alrighty then, lil bit. You better go get some shut eye before—” His words were abruptly interrupted as you pulled him closer, pressing your lips onto his.

You felt the scruff of his beard against your chin and the warmth of his breath against your lips. The taste of his mouth fills you with a sense of tenderness and desire that makes your heart pound in your chest, a desire that only seemed to grow larger and larger as both his real and robotic hands found their way beneath your shirt. Your skin prickled with anticipation as he chuckled deeply in your ear. He seemed to be enjoying this as much as you were. “Ya seem to want more than just a hug, sweetheart.” He said, the sweet sound of his Southern drawl buzzing in your ears. He paused to kiss you once more. “It's a great thing I agree with you, huh?”

Your eyes lit up in excitement as you asked, “Really? You wanna do this with me?” His voice dropped several octaves as he chuckled, his words making your heart race. “Oh, baby, I've wanted to do this with you for a hot minute.” The engineer grazed the tips of his robotic hand against your soft, pouty lips. “Ain't you a cute little guy?” He hummed, “you like Gunslinger, yeah?” You murmured a small "yes" in response, your attention completely focused on the engineer's subtle, sensual movements.

“(Name),” he said, his tone soft, yet demanding. “Show me how much you like Gunslinger.” A mischievous smirk crept onto the man's lips, the one you'd only ever seen when he was planning to scheme against the other team. “Use that pretty little mouth of yours.” You blushed profusely at the suggestion, “Engi, what did you just say?”

Before there was any more room for questioning, he slid a thick, metallic finger into your mouth. “Suck it, baby. We both know you want to.” Involuntarily, you moan quietly, wrapping your lips around the digits. Your tongue lapped circles in between his fingers in a delicate, slick motion. “That's right, just like that,” the engineer croons. “That tastes good in your mouth now, don't it?” You hum in agreement, tasting the familiar tang on your tongue.

After a few moments, he slipped his Gunslinger out of your wet mouth. The engineer gazed in awe at the state of his hand, now covered in your slick saliva. He let out an audible exhale, his eyes trained on the sight as he spoke. "Good job," he praised, a hint of appreciation in his voice. You smiled eagerly in response, curious to see just how far you could take this venture. The excitement only grew as you watched his eyes shift from his hand to you, a playful glint in them. He chuckled lowly, his normal hand grazing against your skin, down the curve of your neck and across your jawline. Finally, the engineer's thumb circled your lips in a soft, gentle motion, causing you to lean in just a little closer, drawn in by his touch. “I'd reckon there's a lot more you can do.”

You chuckled at his words, your voice laced with desire as you teased, “Oh yeah? Like what?” He found your boldness humoring, letting out deep, full-bodied laughter. “I’ll show you, ‘like what,’” he replied, his tone matching yours. “Could ya stand up for me, (Name)?” Oblivious to his intentions, you obeyed, giving him space. You were a little confused about what he was doing, until you watched as the engineer unlatched the straps of his overalls, letting them fall off his shoulders.

He felt you gawking at him, and smirked. “You like what you see? This is all self-made.” You bit your lip before asking, “What are you planning, Engi?”

“It's simple, really,” he says, his voice even and matter-of-fact. “All you gotta do is get on your knees and open that mouth.” Once again, you did as told without a second thought. Your eyes widened with the realization of just how far you've come.

He let his erect cock out from his boxers, already dripping with precum. He peered down at you, his expression lustful as he drank in the sight of you beneath him. You caressed his member, rubbing the veiny groin against your cheek. You lick at the base of the engineer's cock slowly, daringly. He groans softly in response, the sound alone making your mind spin. You could feel his hand on your head, the warmth of his touch sending a rush of heat through your entire body. “Oh, damn, baby, I didn't have to tell you anything, huh?” He let out another small, contented groan, his words laced with admiration. “You just know exactly what to do.”

The tip of him filled your mouth; your tongue teased at the sensitive spot. You made direct eye contact with the engineer while you pushed him deeper down your throat. He felt so good with you wrapped around him, his breathless, delicious moans reflecting the pleasure you were giving him. His voice was gruff as he spoke, his thick accent returned. "Yeah, that's right," a low growl rises in the engineer's throat, “Just like that, cowboy. Show this good ol’ engineer how much you love him.” One of your free hands took a hold of the base of his cock and stroked it vigorously as you sucked harder and deeper on his cock. The way his head fell back over the chair, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, was enough to tell you he was close. His breathing grew heavier, his body tensing as he moaned your name, “Oh my lord, (Name),” He grabbed a fistful of your hair. “You're gonna make me cum, baby.” And cum he did. The engineer's hot seed flows into your mouth, coating your throat with its white, thick texture.

He laughed breathlessly, combing through your scalp in appreciation. “Good,” he muttered, his voice low and raspy. “That was amazing, darlin’,” he continued, "Now, stick that tongue out for me." His thumb took a hold of your jaw, opening your mouth. He snickered as he looked at the thick puddle of his own cum lathered onto your tongue. “Damn… I didn't realize I had that much in me.” He caressed your cheek before he slowly removed his hand from your face, reaching for a tissue for you. "There you go," he said, cleaning you off. You smiled and swallowed the rest of his cum. “Thanks. That was fun.” You exclaimed hoarsely, your jaw a little sore. You stood back up to sit in his lap once more. The two of you shared a sloppy, yet tender kiss, your bodies leaning into each other in an act of post climactic bliss.

You pull away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of your panting lips together. “I've always wanted to do that, y'know.” You paused, your eyes averted away from him nervously. “I just didn't think you'd be into it.” He kissed your forehead reassuringly. “Well, I've had my eye on you for a while now, (Name). There's not a lot of people quite like you around these parts.” The engineer grazed your spine and leaned closer to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “And you're quite the dirty little thing, aren't you?” You giggled and shrugged. “I guess I am.” He kissed your neck, enjoying watching you sigh at his touch. “I guess we'll have to do this more often, then. I wouldn't mind having someone else hangin’ around with me during the later hours.” He murmured onto the nape of your neck. “I'd like to have an assistant for all my special needs.”

[lovelybunn]

some hugs n cuddles !ㅤ- feat. howdy, barnaby and eddie

warning(s): none.

author's note: y'know i just HAD to feed on the delusional fantasy by writing for the big boy trio... (also this is lowkey established relationship)

🐛  howdy pillar .

Howdy whistles contently to himself while organizing the shelves of his store. His work is cut short by the familiar jingle of the bell at the entrance, alerting him of your presence.  “Howdy, neighbor, welcome to my bodega! Anything you need, I got it for ya. How can I be of service?” Howdy greets you with a warm smile as you step inside.

You walk up to the front counter and clear your throat. “I know this is not what you're currently selling, but…” Howdy's big, buggy eyes twinkled, “What is it? I can get it in stock in a jiffy, if you'd like!” You awkwardly press your lips into a thin line and exclaim, “It's not a product.” 

“Oh?” He pauses. “Then what is it?” He asks slowly, the gentle baritone of his voice flowing through your eardrums. His eyebrows furrow and antennae shuffle with worry. You snicker and wave your hand dismissively, “Hey, don't give me that look! I wanted a hug!”

The frown on his fluffy face soon molded into a bright smile. "Oh, then why didn't ya just say that, lovebug?" He rushes over from behind the counter and swoops you off your feet. Howdy's lower pair of arms kept you up as he wraps his upper pair around your waist. He gently squeezes you close. "You're the cutest, (Name)!" The two of you giggle, giving sweet butterfly kisses against each other's noses.

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getting cuddles/hugs from this man is absolute heaven for ppl that are chronically touch starved (like me—)

howdy's two pairs of arms will give all the affection anyone would need in their entire life. like boy will have two arms wrapped around your waist, one hand caressing your cheek, and the last one intertwined with your fingers <333

he doesn't wanna bend over, so he'll pick u up alot tho… (he's old and carries boxes all the time, his back don't need all that, alr?)

he's very soft. he has fur/fluff. (yes, i am basing that off of clownsuu's design, and what?)

and i feel like he would just love holding you anyway. ur just so small compared to him and he wants to protect you, y'know?

i personally see howdy being the papa of the neighborhood, taking care of everyone alongside poppy (but he's a lil bit more strict than she is about it lmao)

hear me out on this one guys…. i know that most ppl portray him as this chatterbox, but he knows how and when to listen. 

howdy will make sure that u never feel unheard or unloved, the sweet boy will make it his mission to put a smile on that adorable face of urs

🌭 barnaby b beagle .

Barnaby slouches in the bench chair and sighs. He takes a bite out of his hotdog when his eyes trail to a familiar face, walking up to him. "Ah, ey, kiddo. Whatchu want?" He gives you a relaxed smile. "I wanted to ask you for something."

He tilts his head, eyebrow raised. "Hmm? Go on, I got time." You take in a deep breath, "Hey Barnaby, Can you…" You pause as he leans closer to you. "Can you hold me? I've had kinda a rough day, and you're my go-to." He takes the last bite of his hotdog and pats his lap. " 'Course, kid. You can stay as long as you like."

Just as soon as you get his permission, you're sitting with your back towards him, his big paws placed gently across your belly. His plump figure makes it easy for you to practically sink into him like a fresh new couch. He hums a contented tune near your ear; your face warms up into a joyful grin.

Barnaby glances at you, "Ey, kiddo." You hum in response. "Y'know, I think Sally got a little bit of some competition; your smile alone could light up this whole neighborhood." You roll your eyes, a slight snicker escaping from your lips. "You're just saying that to make me feel better." He held you closer, shaking his head. Barnaby's large thumb caresses the palm of your right hand, tracing circles around its surface. "Nah, hon. It's all truth. I mean, ya must be some kinda treat, cuz I always catch myself gawking at the sight of you."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤheadcanons !

boy's soft and plump like a giant life size pillow fr <3333 (human or dog ver, idc)

for dog ver, he loves being scratched behind his big ol ears !!!

gives bear hugs unintentionally

does that circle thing with ur palm

the dog be cooking tho. no, fr, he is the best cook in the neighborhood (and his love language is literally food) so if u need some support, he'll whip it up and serve it to u on a silver platter !!

also puns for days.. he wants to make everyone smile and laugh, u included. barnaby cannot stand a frown on a fellow neighbor's face.

Uncle-That-Smokes-Weedcore ™

he gives the best advice (when he wants to, that is. sometimes he'll say something stupid to see if whoever he gave the advice to will actually do it ;D) why do u think wally tells the man everything?

💌 eddie dear .

Eddie quickly walks to the door of his post office, filled with gratitude for another great hard day's work. As soon as he walks through the door, you rush over to give him a tender embrace. He chuckles, “Hey there, darlin'! Did my babydoll miss me?” With your face buried in his chest, you muffle out a "Mhm." Eddie's face beams, patting your back. "Well, I missed you too, honey." He places three soft kisses on you, one on your forehead, and the other two on either cheek.

Eddie tries to move forward, but you don't budge. Your arms are glued tight to him. "Uh, darlin'...? I– I gotta get unready, y'know? Please let go of me." He chuckles nervously. He tries to sneakily pull your arms away, but you speak before he's given the chance. "You've been gone all day, dear. Can't I hug you a little while longer?" You look up at him. The pleading look in your eyes melts the poor mailman's heart within seconds. "Alright, alright, fine! But just for a few minutes. I'd like to change into less sweaty clothes at some point."

The two of you just relax there for a moment, limbs wrapped delicately around each other. Absent-mindedly, Eddie guides you into somewhat of a slow dance, and your bodies sway back and forth as you and Eddie sink deeper into one and other's touch. After about a minute, he kisses your forehead again, then pulls away. "You satisfied, love?" You smile and nod slowly, "Yes, very."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤheadcanons !

smooches for dayssss

most days this golden retriever man will lift u up, spin u around and DROWN U in kisses, but (obv) on busier days, hes a lot more relaxed about it

his love language is words of affirmation (so lots of pet names if u couldn't tell)

hand-holding at all times (when given opportunity)

EDDIE DEAR IS A POET. BOY WRITES U LOVE LETTERS EVERY OTHER DAY, ALL OF WHICH IS HANDMADE, ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE ENVELOPE.

is it weird that i see eddie and frank as my gay parents? (yeah we ARE the two gay married men w/ their autistic child trope.)

eddie would be that crazy country dad who would with zero hesitation pull a gun on someone hurting his baby

but fr, if u were feeling sad boy would pull out the arts and crafts and go bonkers with it. like "awh, yer sad??? let's make origami butterflies to make u feel better c:"

[lovelybunn]

Hi so my new hyperfixation is hobie from across the spiderverse

yk im not really a super hero/ marvel fan but I LOVE the spider verse films

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lgbtqia+ headcanons !ㅤㅤ– feat. stan, kyle, cartman, kenny, n butters !

warning(s): swearing, some homophobic themes, slight mention of sex

author's note: since its gay month, wanted to post this (and its been rotting in my drafts) so here yall go, ya skittles !!!!

stan marsh .

he/him –ㅤㅤhis parents have taught him (mostly randy) that there are only two genders, female and male, and he identifies as cis. so if you tell him you use any pronouns other than she/her or he/him, and/or ask him for his pronouns, he'll look at you funny. although, he'll try and respect them anyway.

bisexual –ㅤㅤwhen he first met wendy, of course he thought he was straight, but then he started gaining weird feelings for kyle that he couldn't explain. so of course, with the help of useless buzzfeed quizzes and google, that's when stan found out that he's bisexual.

demisexual –ㅤㅤeven when stan hit puberty, he never was interested in the topic of sex in general. one time kenny showed him one of his magazines, and he didn't even bat an eye. of course, as he got older it was a lot more appealing, but he felt like sexual attraction was pretty much pointless. he rarely will refer to himself as "demi", though.

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kyle broflovski .

he/they –ㅤㅤkyle has never felt quite whole with the labels "boy", "male", etc... he had always felt there was more to it, he just never took the time to really think about it. he found out what he was missing while walking to class. two openly queer kids had complimented his outfit for that day, "man, i love that dude's shirt!" "yeah, they're totally rocking that fit!" those simple words sparked a sense of euphoria deep inside kyle's core, yet, since he knew up to nothing about queer culture at the time, he couldn't figure out why. after school he did some extensive research on his situation, finally giving a label to how he was feeling. kyle broflovski was a demi-boy.

bisexual, masc leaning –ㅤㅤkyle never thought too much about his romantic/sexual preferences, he was too studious to even have something like that on his mind. although, one day at school stan had shown up with his hair dyed blond. kyle's poor heart pounded so hard he started sweating.. he had always thought almost every girl was pretty, but that day made him realize that boys could be pretty too.

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eric cartman .

he/him –ㅤㅤhe has a male superiority complex so bad and he thinks "pronouns" and "more than two genders" is dumb ("my pronouns are U/S/A *bald eagle screeching*")

homophobic closeted homosexual –ㅤㅤhave y'all seen the gay ass shit he's pulled on kyle? that boy is obviously in denial. but he uses the word "gay" as an insult, so of course he's homophobic.

secretly a drag queen –ㅤㅤremember when he wore that cheetah/leopard print shirt and embarrassed his mother on live television? yeah, and the time he wore that blond wig? he has an entire closet dedicated to his craft. more than once has he walked around his room in full drag acting like he's walking down the runway. (he can't do makeup for shit tho...)

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kenny mccormick .

he/she/they –ㅤㅤidk, kenny just gives very enby vibes. he doesn't mind being referred to as "he/she", it's just they like being perceived as androgynous. kenny is a #1 "clothes have no gender" believer.

pansexual –ㅤㅤthere have been many times in the show itself that point to kenny liking more than one gender, and them being bi doesn't really work and neither does omni, cuz they don't really have a preference, pan is the best assumption.

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butters scotch .

any pronouns –ㅤㅤ"oh, you use xe/xem? me too!" this lil child just loves collecting pronouns like pokémon cards, butters' autism feeds on it. a lot of times, if someone tells him that they use a pronoun that she hasn't heard of, that shit will get snatched so fast, it's not even funny.

gender-fluid –ㅤㅤy'know how butters was misdiagnosed with multiple personality disorder? yeah, that was just them flowing between genders. one day butters will feel extremely masculine, the next hyper-feminine, and the next neither or both. sometimes he'll even switch within a day, it depends.

polyamorous –ㅤㅤbutters is very open both romantically and platonically. he believes there is no such barriers or limits to love, that love should be given to everyone fully and freely, without discrimination. ( + more people, more cuddles !!!)

[lovelybunn]

NSFW UNDER CUT !!!!!

hear me out....

miguel o'hara with this....

[lovelybunn]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 יִ

hellooo ! my name is bunn; ㅤㅤㅤAKA the one who needs to constantly change their layout cuz she doesn't have a consistent aesthetic, the writer that never truly got out of their ao3 phase, that one chick in the back of ur class that daydreams over fictional characters, etc…

𔘓 likes — writing/reading, drawing, listening to music/singing, kpop, tooth-rotting fluff, when ppl spam like my posts, anything w/ cheese, dad jokes, horror, tumblr moodboards

✖ dislikes — clingy ppl, complainers, when the minority uses their own slur, being rushed/pressured into something, grammatical errors/all lowercase fics, "thinking about ____" imagines, chatfics, the use of "(y/n)", when writers overly explain reader

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcurrent hyperfixations !!

hobie brown (atsv), pavitr prabhakar (atsv) welcome home arg, demoman (tf2), engineer (tf2) undertale aus (specifically sans)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfav artists !!

red velvet, (g)-idle, stayc, twice, chungha, baekhyun, kai, monsta x, brent faiyaz, SiR, partynextdoor, kendrick lamar, bryson tiller, summer walker, sza, jhene aiko, flo, the internet, melanie martinez, etc... !

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⟡ ⋆｡˚ㅤㅤ𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 to @lovelybunn's page יִ

autisticㅤ|ㅤshe/theyㅤ|ㅤ eighteenㅤ |ㅤmultifandom

m.listsㅤrulesㅤabout me

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𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 .

← go back to navi...

au friendly !

NO NSFW OF THIS FANDOM. NO EXCEPTIONS.

𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀;

apple scented perfume

𝗃𝗎𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅;

nothing, yet...

𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍;

nothing, yet...

𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗅𝗒;

nothing, yet...

𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋;

hugs n cuddles

𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋;

hugs n cuddles

𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝖻. 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗅𝖾;

hugs n cuddles

𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖾;

nothing, yet...

[lovelybunn]

human!wally darling w/ u wearing apple scented perfume…

warning(s): reader being a socially awkward loser, flirty wally

author's note: the main reason i clairified that he was human is bc a puppet isnt anatomically allowed to do most of what hes doing here lmao + i love melanated wally 🩷 (lowkey got ooc on last paras, we don't talk about it...)

Wally places gentle strokes against his canvas, his mind and body completely relaxed. Just as he finishes the final touches, he feels a presence behind him. He smiles, “Hello, neighbor.” He swivels around in his stool to face the figure. “Hey Wally! What is that your painting?” He looks over his shoulder back at his work. He shrugs. “No clue. I just paint how I’m feeling.”

He crosses his legs and places his cheek in the palm of his left hand. “What brings you here to visit little ol’ me, neighbor?” His eyes lidded while he bats his long lashes. You grin sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Well... This may be a little random, but I’ve bought this new perfume, and I wanted to hear someone else’s opinion on whether it flattered me or not.”

He purses his lips and tilts his head in bewilderment. “Why did you come to me, specifically? Personally, I would’ve asked Julie, she’s very skilled in these kinds of things.” You nod, “Yeah, but you’re more, how do I say this? … Blunt, then she is.” He laughs in response, a noise almost like a broken record. “Is that so?” He uses two fingers to gesture you to come forward, “Then come here, darling, if you want to know what I think.”

You step closer to Wally and give him your hand. He takes it, observing the delicate lines of your palm before carefully pulling it to his nose. He breathes in deeply, taking in your scent. His face contorts, trying to recognize the fragrance.

With a flash of dopamine, his pupils dilate intensely, the black shadowing over the natural color of his irises. “You smell absolutely astonishing, (Name). This perfume is the absolute most.” He returns your hand, it slowly resting back at your side.

Your eyes avert as your cheeks warm up to a fresh shade of red. It slightly reminds Wally of a bright red apple ripe and plucked right off the tree. “I’m glad you like it so much, Wally.” You stammer; he smiles gently in response.

“I think I’m starting to understand why you asked for my view on this, (Name).” Wally looks straight into your eyes. He has read you like a book. “It’s apple scented. You knew I would love it, neighbor. My reaction got a kick out of you, didn’t it?” His words flow like velvet off his tongue.

You quickly scramble out an apology, “I'm so sorry, It's just that I–” Wally cuts you off by caressing your hand again, this time placing a sweet peck on its surface. “You're adorable, neighbor. If anything, I'm flattered for you wearing this, to get a reaction out of me." He pulls away, his eyes never leaving yours. His smile grows, canines flashing welcomely at you. “I think the way you smell has worked up an appetite in me.”

He hops off his stool and offers you his right arm, “Why not we go and do some apple picking, neighbor?” You take his arm, but pause to glance at his unfinished work. “Sure, but what about your painting?” He shrugs, “Well, I didn't know what it was to start with. It'll be fine.” Wally's expression beams with giddy intent, “Well then, neighbor, let's go! The apples are delicious this time of year.” His head turns to you. “I'm so excited! I hope I find one that tastes as sweet as the perfume you have on smells. I doubt it, though. After all, you are the sweetest apple of my eye, my darling.” Wally playfully winks as the two of you head off to the apple orchard.