#Never Left Au in a nutshell

[acid-ixx]

(03/05/25) — again &. again masterlist

by the bird and the bee

ft. platonic soft! yandere batfam! x gn! neglected reader

✮ MAIN MASTERLIST ✮

— TRIGGER WARNINGS !

- lowercase writing, emotional neglect, allusions to sexual assault, prostitution & physical abuse, kidnapping, alcohol abuse, drugging, themes of depression, dissociation, vague traumatic events, mentions of murder, amnesia, other warnings would be added soon.

— SYNOPSIS !

who would have thought that living with your rich, billionaire father and endless supply of sisters and brothers would actually end up being the worst thirteen and a half year of your life?

when your mother was taken away from you at the ripe age of five, you were forced to live at the solemn wayne manor with nobody to accompany you but the butler, alfred pennyworth.

there, you learn that giving up was better than trying to gain the attention of your ever-growing family. so you left, and never once tried to look back at the decades of neglect they left you with.

but when alfred, your kind caretaker, had started leaving clues of your sudden disappearance; that's when they all take notice and then on starts the ultimate race of chasing freedom, and escaping what once was your gilded cage.

little did you know your mother's dark past manifests itself at the worst of times.

— CHAPTERS ! ; 48k+ words

00. — oh, please leave me be.

01. — because you only notice me once i'm out the door.

02. — and you don't even remember my face?

03. — i need a drink, away from everyone.

04. — mors tua, vita mea / your death, my life.

05 : 01. — a halo in the pit of darkness.

05 : 02. — to be his child is all i want.

— DRABBLES ! ; #series: again &. again

dick grayson calling you his baby bird

why now? (yan! damian wayne)

brutus (villain au concept)

brutus: out for blood

what if you were never neglected?

just a taste (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

laughter is the best medicine (yan! dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne)

to you, my greatest passion (non-neglected au-verse)

brutus: both arms cradle you now

bruce finding your graduation picture

how to be a heartbreaker! (yandere harem)

mea culpa (mini chapter)

conflicting comfort scene with jason todd

dialogue spoilers related to above drabble

more about jason todd and hurt/comfort

dick and his baby blue eyes

time travel au concept

sharing the same features with damian

brutus: the only fucked up thing in this world is you

cause you're takin' it like a champ, sweetheart! (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

brutus: just a burning memory (yan! conner kent)

young, just us?! (yan! young justice au)

that's my type! (yan! john constantine)

dick's miley cyrus eyes

you shoving their neglect in their face and it backfiring

model reader concept

why can't we return to what we once were?

— ASKS ! ; #series: again &. again

dick's spiral into yandere-ism

leaving gotham, resenting alfred, changing last names

your mysterious identity &. conner being your love interest

dick seeing you as a child & damian's need to be your favorite

damian and his cool, matching bracelets

does dick close the door on you? nah, he doesn't even know you were behind the door

wally west as your love interest

you care now?

conner as your angry, protective bf

jason trying his damn best to be a brother to you

calling bruce by his last name only

calling alfred your dad ft. jealous bruce

how are damian and jason obsessed towards you

their nicknames for you

how bruce and damian would try to bond with you

will you still go to college after being kidnapped?

will the series have a happy ending?

why does damian hurt you? and why do you justify his actions?

the family stalks you even in-game

how tim is in the series

what are the characters' ages in the series?

what if you were hypersexual?

how feral is dick in the series?

— INCORRECT QUOTES ! ; #a&a: incorrect quotes

yan! villains kidnapping you

hostage situation

how to become a target to the wayne family

dick and you miscommunication trope in a nutshell

— FANART ! ; #a&a: fanart

happy birthday by @luffyadolover

diary by @luffyadolover

another reason they're broke &. finished art by @oh-nowo-i-got-uwu

a take on the reader's appearance by @luffyadolover

reader trying to study ft. the batfam's endless calls &. finished art by @ghostdoodlen

reader finding bruce and damian watching a movie by @luffyadolover

again &. again mv by @luffyadolover

reader and their playlist by @luffyadolover

a comic panel by @lucioleestolie

conner and reader flying through the skies by @ghostdoodlen

when all of a sudden, i hear this agitating noise by @punpunsonny

villain au reader by @lazyemmy

a&a oc: emile by @questionthegrapevine

graduation pic, conner comfort, and mirrors by @ghostdoodlen

neglected &. non-neglected reader by @lazyemmy

jason calling you his angel by @ghostdoodlen

alfred gives you a christmas gift by @luffyadolover

my own art teehee by me

male reader interpretation by @yukiyee-akian

dick being clingy by @lazyemmy

brutus reader interpretation by @plkjnb

reader cosplaying as mabel pines by @mothintheskies

— TAGLIST ! ; taglist is under construction!

@.lilyalone, @.secretomelettetroops, @.earlqurl, @.simpingfor-wakasa, @.amber-content, @.ruiroku, @.okaybutfullhomo, @.trasshy-artist, @.obsessedwithromance, @.jjsmeowthie, @.fairy-lenaa, @.ilovvmyhusband, @.6uuyuuhgy, @.plsfckmedxddy, @.lavender-moony, @.sweetheart-era, @.chemicalsandghosts, @.darling006, @.starringyau, @.samanthahanes, @.rosecentury, @.jaythes1mp, @.pi1nkl0ver, @.i-thirsty-boy, @.sharks-are-cool-l, @.silverklaus, @.samanthathanes, @.traumaramacenter, @.maddimoon, @.anxrq, @.thedarknesslord, @.h0rr0r-10ver-69, @.lazy-idate, @.cupids-pretty-boy, @.alishii, @.mel-star636, @.sitepathos, @.freakyotaku059-blog, @.dirtydiavolo, @.sunbleachedantlers, @.24hrsoflanii, @.ceramic-raven, @.une-lueur-dans-la-nuit, @.tdickensstuff4, @.thickerthanthieves, @.arlandvery, @.distressed-lezbo, @.bunbunboysworld, @.bellethesleepypotato, @.naina326, @.nebuluma, @.alliwantisadonut, @.alishii, @.kusakiguzen, @.sirenetheblogger, @.emmbny, @.ryukyuin, @.solkara, @.starsdotalk

[bromomentum]

Hello, I love your little family, Au.

3 questions:

1Q. Does Jazz and Sentinel know about what Magnus did to the twins? If so, how do they feel about Magnus now?

2Q. Was Skyfire aware of Magnus feelings, then? Or does he know now?.

3Q. Throughout the twins' life, what were they told about both of their parents?

Thank youuu! Love that you like it. 1Q: They do know about the twins being used as lab rats. Hell, Sentinel was the one sent looking for expendable bots in the first place, but they do not know about the twins being related to Starscream and Skyfire, nor their relation with Ultra Magnus. 2Q: He knew about Magnus hating Starscream, but not about Magnus liking him. 3Q: They know about their sire being gone, and were told Starscream left them for the cons, although Ultra Magnus never told them about him being the traitor that tried to offline Megatron, nor why.

Although they try not to, they believe Starscream (still) wants to rule the decepticons and that's why he did it.

So in a nutshell: They think Starscream is still a con, and that Skyfire is still dead. Good job, Magnus.

[captainventi]

Stars On Ice

The new season of Stars on Ice, a hit reality show where celebrities learn to skate alongside professional figure skaters, kicks off! Fateful encounters, first steps on the ice, grueling training sessions, and dazzling performances await the star-studded participants. And, of course, their main goal is to make an unforgettable first impression.

Episode 1. Alejandro (Lady Gaga)

Pairing: celebrity!Rafayel x figure skater!MC

Synopsis: A wildly popular actor and model dives into a figure skating show with contagious enthusiasm — but while he grapples with the slippery world of ice, his partner, a former Olympic skater, must figure out how to channel his flair for drama.

CW: figure skating!au, fluff, innuendos and light tension, maybe a bit of public embarrassment

Notes: this is one of the first episodes of the planned oneshot series that I hope I eventually finish. Post with all episodes (as soon as I write them) here. Rafayel header from pinterest, dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

What. The. Hell.

That’s the only thought left in my mind when Rafayel strolls out of the costume room, smug as ever, wearing a sparkling leather jacket over a bare chest. By now, I’ve mostly gotten used to the fact that he’s fully aware of how attractive he is — and not the least bit shy about using it — but apparently, for our first dance, he’s dead set on making the audience feel like they’ve been hit by a bomb.

"You look amazing," he says, giving me a once-over in my black onesie before I can even comment on his outfit. "I think Lady Gaga would be proud of us."

And that’s Rafayel in a nutshell. Judges' scores? Whatever. But if somehow our routine under Gaga’s song manages to impress the Queen herself — oh, that would send him straight to cloud nine.

He lightly taps my cheek, probably out of some dumb habit leftover from all those cheesy rom-com roles he’s played. Being around Rafayel feels like falling straight into a rom-com by default — like suddenly you’re the shy girl who accidentally caught the hottest guy in school’s attention, even though shyness has never exactly been my thing. I once read a story by Woodhouse about a grim detective writer who, after staying at his late aunt’s mansion — a woman famous for her sugary romance novels — found himself almost marrying a delicate maiden under the influence of some strange sentimental aura. Well, I’m starting to think something like that happens on a biochemical level around Rafayel as well.

Alright then. A good moment to test my willpower.

"Come on, disco king," I sigh, grabbing his hand. Our first performance is about to begin.

I guess I don’t need to clarify who picked the music. It was all decided the second he swaggered out of the locker room at our very first practice — hands stuffed in his pockets, big purple headphones on, lazily humming, "Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Roberto," shoulders swaying to the beat. He was blissfully convinced that his natural grace and dance skills would carry over onto the ice, that he’d just ride the musical waves and nail a flawless freestyle.

Spoiler: ice isn’t a dance floor or a runway.

I barely managed to catch him when he started to teeter dangerously without even managing to strike a pose.

"Looks like you’re my guardian angel," he grinned, making no particular effort to step out of my half-wrestling, half-saving hold. "Miss Guardian Angel. That’s what I’m calling you from now on."

And tell me, honestly — how is any sane woman supposed to react to that?..

By the time of our first show, the questionable rom-com tension was practically crackling in the air. Rafayel and I had been collaborating all over TikTok, which honestly helped a lot — when he suggested we practice dancing together off the ice too, to get better synchronized, I had no real reason to say no. You could say we were thoroughly prepared for our debut, ready to blow up both the rink and the internet — even if we screwed up.

Naturally, we do screw up.

Not immediately, though — gotta give Rafayel some credit: he had worked hard to pick up the basics over three weeks. Plus, him being a model and a dancer shows — he looks fantastic on the ice, even with limited skills. He handles the lift pretty well too — and even manages to find a moment, in the spirit of Gaga’s song and music video, to run his hand sensually along my body, making me arch involuntarily with an audible crack from an old spinal injury.

It all, predictably, goes downhill when he gets too into the music and the atmosphere — and just like during practice, loses his balance. And just like then, I throw myself forward to catch him — my hands accidentally, totally accidentally, sliding right under his raised jacket and over his firm, toned torso.

Turns out Rafayel can blush. Discovery of the day.

The crowd screams so loud they practically drown out the music, and the showrunners are probably already calculating how to spike the ratings off this, but honestly? We couldn’t care less. I’m too busy trying to calm my hammering pulse and not to think about the possibility of tomorrow’s headlines screaming "Olympic Medalist Gropes Celebrity Live on Air." Especially since said celebrity looks far from upset — on the contrary, he skates with double the energy afterward.

And when we finally make it back after all the scores and interviews, he winks at me, grinning like he’s just had the best birthday party of his life:

"Well, Miss Guardian Angel, that was awesome. How about we keep this up all season?"

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Hi! Could you answer a question regarding your SAGAU world? How do Teyvatians, the Souverigns, and Celestia view the Creator? What are their stances when the real Creator hasn't left? Why do the Tsaritsa and Souverigns hate Celestia? I appreciate your work and effort in writing them, take your time.

Take care!

Hi!

Thanks for your kind words. And, of course, I can answer questions about SAGAU world.

Things to note! I have no intention to offend any real world religions. I didn't try to slander anyone or paint someone in a bad light.

One more thing. That "lore" are only relevant to Self-Aware BSD AU x SAGAU Crossover. Creator lore from Tired Creator AU is different. If the question was about Tired Creator AU, please, send that question in that blog.

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To the question.

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All groups worship Creator. However, all groups worship different aspects of a Creator.

Teyvatians and Sovereigns worship Creator themselves. They pray and make offerings to make Creator happy. And they will burn Teyvat, if they think, it will make Creator happy.

Celestia worship Creator's laws and rules. They want everyone to follow that rules. No exceptions, to breaking the rules. Creator gave them to Teyvat. People must respect them.

In a nutshell, Teyvatians and Sovereigns will shave a person’s head in order to present a wig from their hair to the Creator.

Celestia will put both a Treasure Hoarder (for stealing) and their victim (for hurting them), into a jail. Because Original Creator were kind, didn't like thieves and when people hit each other.

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"You have begun to matter more

Then the things you say"

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That's why Tsaritsa and Sovereigns hate Celestia, and, in return, Celestia despise them.

To be fair, both sides have a point.

Celestia likes to get their noses into other's business and can be quite brutal, if they think someone is breaking Creator's laws. And their punishment will end in disproportion retribution (in Teyvatians' eyes).

Tsaritsa and Sovereigns are going overboard with their worshiping of Creator. Crucabena will offer House of Hearth children to be sacrificed to Creator. Sovereigns will enslave humans to train them into obedient servants of Creator.

When Fake Creator destroyed Celestia, Tsaritsa saw it as a sign of Creator's approval of their way of worship.

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And, if Original Creator stayed in Teyvat... It won't end well.

Original Creator aren't a human. And I mean in a bad way. While non-human races from Teyvat (youkais, aranaras, melusines), vishaps, dragons, Sovereigns, abyssal monsters and even common monsters can understand human emotions and reasons. Original Creator can't do that.

They can't understand, why people wanted to do something, or why they will try to reach some goals.

But they still love their creations.

They are like a parent, who love their kid, who want them to have dreams, for them to follow that dreams. And who would hide all toy musical instruments, will edit music from any media and will make sure their child will never want to be a musician, because the parent can't see a purpose in being a musician, and are afraid for their child to end up as an addict and alcoholic.

Original Creator didn't want to rule over Teyvat. They wanted people to be free.

However, they would still look after them. They won't let Akasha be created, because they don't see a point in them.

Creator would change humans, taking away their ability to grief, because they won't understand, why people wanted to be sad.

One by one, Original Creator would take something important from humans. They would stall progress, emotionally cripple people.

All because they love their creations. In a very twisted, for a human, sort of way.

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Tag list: @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy @whisperingwinters @nervousinfluencertidalwave @ayameshu @izzieg3987

[zialltops]

honeysuckle’s & huckleberry’s

Cowboy!Joel (41) X F!Reader (25) | 22.8k | wip | explicit | 18+ minors dni | enemies to lovers | slow burn | au: no cordyceps outbreak

After four years away at collage, you’re finally home with the tools and knowledge to save your family ranch. That is, if their ranch hand would stay out of your way.

Or: Ranch hand Joel doesn’t know how to handle the return of his bosses prodigy daughter, her snarky little attitude, or her sinfully tight jeans.

a/n: Howdy Ya’ll! The song for this chapter is Shake the Frost by Tyler Childers! Im not going to lie, after three chapters writing from Joels POV, this chapter was hard to get into at first. Ive always had a vision for the different ways they perceive each other and it was realllly fun to paint two different pictures of the same people from each others POV. So without further ado, the moment we’ve alllll been waiting for, I give you honeys POV.

Masterlink

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4. Shake The Frost

Your life in a nutshell has been…uneventful. Your parents had you into their late thirties, you were their last shot at the child they had always wanted and that was a lot to live up to, being the only surviving member of your family when they are gone and the sole proprietor of the Rising Sun Ranch. It was a lot for one awkward, clumsy girl to take on, but you packed up your bags and moved to the city for just long enough to get a real education in keeping your family's dream alive. When you left this place, you had twenty dollars and a full tank of gas. You had horrible hormonal acne, the same damn braces you’ve had for the past six years and you were the furthest thing from desirable a person could ever get.

You were never very popular in school, but considering your graduating class was a whole eight people, you understood why. Everyone around these parts kept to themselves, passed judgment too quickly and all they ever saw in you was an inelegant, unskilled, ugly little duckling.

Four years away earned you a new outlook on life, the discovery of skincare and a little bit of confidence in yourself, but not nearly enough to hoof it in this cruel world. That's why you found so much comfort in the thought of running home, as much as you would miss your friends from college. Here you weren’t gangly and clueless—you could just be yourself.

Yourself with just…a little bit of alteration. Because two years ago, your mom called you to tell you about the new ranch hands that started working, how much weight it took off their plate. A few weeks later, she told you as much about them as she could, about Joel who was charming and gruff. Tommy, who was kind of strange but a nice boy, how Joel takes care of him and watches out for him. A month after that, your mother calls to tell you how much of a gentleman he is.

Two months later, you call your mom and tell her about the date that stood you up and she tells you how handsome Joel is, how kind his eyes are and how she thinks you would really like him, how much you would hit it off and she wished you’d find someone a little more like that—someone who could appreciate you.

Two years pass the same way, your mom calls you all the time just to talk about Joel and Tommy—you understand it's the most exciting thing that's happened around the ranch in the last twenty years, but the more you talk about it with her, the more you build up this impossible dream about a man you’ve never even laid eyes on. You daydream about going home and meeting him, hitting it off like two old flames. You imagine his eyes in the middle of class and miss half your lecture, you think about the way his voice sounds the few times you accidentally overheard him in the background of your moms calls.

Your best friend and roommate, Melly, tells you that's you’re delusional to make up fake scenarios in your head about a relationship you don’t have with a man you’ve never met, but you’ve already hyper focused on it long before that conversation happens, so getting it out of your head is already out the window by then.

All that build up, all the imaginary things you thought up, the way you’d meet—what you would say to him to catch his attention from the moment he sets eyes on you. All of it is for nothing, because he’s not prince charming like you’d imagined, he’s rude and he left you in the fucking snow to die, when you’d spent so long falling in love with a man that didn’t exist. He avoids you like the plague, like it hurts him to be in the same room with you, thinks you’re this stuck up too good city girl, when you’d been so proud to have your shit together. You’d been so fucking excited to get home and finally put a face to two years worth of ghost like fantasies of a person you didn’t know.

And god did it make you so angry at him, when you’d spent so long wanting to meet him, and he was nothing like you’d expected him to be. What is it about you that repulses him? Every time you leave anything exposed, he’s running away with his tail tucked. You look at him from across the dinner table and he takes his food and leaves. Sometimes you can't help the way your anger gets the best of you, starting arguments just so he’ll talk to you, trying to do things that might impress him even though he thinks you’re the most incapable person in the whole world, apparently.

You help your mom with dinner because you remember her telling you that her chili was Joel’s favorite, so you spent half of the afternoon making it, maybe then you could both move on—something, anything. You watch him from the fridge while he fills his bowl with Tommy and they head off to the dining room. By the time you’ve made your own bowl, hatching a plan to tell him you made this, his spot sits empty and his food is untouched for the rest of the evening.

That night, your dad shows you the statement from the bank, the mortgage is two months behind and they don’t have two nickels to rub together. You cry at the kitchen table for an hour, wondering what you did in a past life to struggle so badly in this one. Of course Joel would catch you there, tear stained cheeks and a desperate desire to curl into that broad chest and sob.

He hightails it out of the house before the real water works come down.

Theres a ache in your chest that doesn’t leave you for days—when you spot him in the stable on Christmas eve, it pounds in your chest worse than ever, it hurts so fucking bad to look at him in that brown coat, that long curly hair and scruffy beard. You want to run out the door across the yard and jump into those strong arms, have him twirl you around in the snowfall and kiss you silly. But that's not plausible, so you turn away from the window and make yourself some hot cocoa to starve off the cold, eating you up from the inside.

On Christmas morning, you watch him shovel from the window of your bedroom, hiding behind the curtain while you think about how much he hates to be around you, he must think you’re so unpleasant and hard to look at, because he never even meets your eyes. It bubbles up so much emotion, you cry angry tears before you can make it out of your room. You wash your face in the bathroom to rid yourself of the evidence and make your way down the stairs.

You’re halfway down the steps when you spot him at the bottom, smiling at himself in the vanity mirror, wearing a goddamned cowboy hat like all your wild fantasies about slipping his hat on your head and riding him until he’s a mumbling mess. You would have changed if you knew he was here—would have put on some clothes so he doesn’t go running out on you again. He takes one look up the stairs at you and your brain goes fuzzy and angry, how dare he look so good when you know you can’t touch, how dare he flaunt it right in your face just to take it away again. Who does he think he is, smiling at you like that when he abandoned the dinner you’d made him at the table the night before?

He tells you Merry Christmas and you want to sock him in the mouth.

You chase him off all on your own this time and the guilt eats you up when you watch him work from the window. He doesn’t stop for a second, just keeps going and going and going while you sit on the couch and listen to Tommy’s insufferable rambling about things you don’t care about. He doesn’t come to dinner, so you make him a plate in the kitchen when your mom comes in behind you. “What are you doing, dear?” You wrap tin foil over the hefty plate and give her a look. “I thought I should bring him dinner…no one deserves to be hungry on christmas.”

Your mom squeezes your shoulder and smiles brightly, waves you off when you head out into the storm with his dinner in your hand.

When you meet him on the porch, sleepy look in his eyes with messy hair, you almost invite yourself inside—hardly fighting off the urge to set that plate down and offer yourself for his Christmas dinner instead.

You're halfway thankful for the half mile walk tugging a one ton heifer behind you, at least this way the cold wills away the throbbing between your legs.

That night, you wrap two fingers in the necklace chain, burry your face in the pillows while you fuck yourself on three fingers wishing they were the man sleeping on your couch instead of your own. You try not to whimper his name when you cum, but it slips right out with a rush of air.

Wanting him—is absolutely killing you.

You want to call it a turning point, finally he can see you as capable of something. By the end of the following two weeks, he’s right back to the way he acted before, but it’s like it’s worse somehow. You come down the stairs with a chipper smile in your favorite pair of Levi’s one morning and he nearly falls out of his chair trying to get away from you. You show up in the stable with your old white straw hat on and he hides in the bathroom for a half hour until you leave, like he’s repulsed by you, like he can’t stand to be around you. Is it something you’re doing? Something you’re wearing? He gets so uncomfortable when you have any skin exposed, you can tell based on the way his eyes will bounce to you then away in a hurry, trying to find something—anything else to keep himself busy. Is it because you're his boss's daughter? Because you’re ugly? Because you’re too young and too inexperienced?

By the end of January, you’ve successfully chased him back to his cabin in the evenings unless you aren’t in attendance. He’s avoiding you again, but at least now you have Tommy, who you would consider a friend, a friend who flirts with you too damn much and drinks way too much alcohol. He’s also lazy and doesn’t take much initiative, Joel does most of the work around here, you’ve noticed. But Tommy listens to you when you talk and he doesn’t run away from you any time you try to make conversation.

This morning, you were in the kitchen when Joel came in, cowboy hat and wranglers that hugged his ass. You walked out of the kitchen in an apron with a bowl of preserved raspberries ready to can. “Mornin’, Joel.” You greeted him with a smile and picked the spoon up out of the bowl. “Want to try some? I’m making jam.” You were about to wash the spoon anyways.

“Uh, no, thank you—I ate this morning.” You shrug and lick the spoon clean with one stripe. Five seconds later, Joel is out the front door with a hurried step, like he can't wait to get away from you. Did your breath stink? Was there something on your face, in your tone? By the time Joel is gone, Tommy comes in like there's a rotating door on the house, constantly filtering out one Miller for another.

“He’s in a hurry.” Tommy laughs, pointing behind him with his thumb. “I think I said something.” You roll your eyes at him and finish off the spoon. “Dang girl, how come you don’t ever lick me like that?” It's a light hearted joke, you know that, but you still slug him in the arm for good measure. “Oh, fuck off, Tommy.” You make your way back to the kitchen to can up the preserves and he follows right behind you. “So I was thinking, Joel is heading into town this mornin’, what do you say we scrounge up some change and grab a bottle of something strong?” You used to drink heavily when you were in college, lots of parties and Friday nights out with friends, but now it's closer to once a month if you’re lucky and you can't remember the last time you were good and drunk. “You know what, lets do it. But you have to ask him.” Tommy makes a pained face and shakes his head. “No, I asked last time—it’s your turn.”

“He’s already pissed at me for no reason, and I don’t even know where he is!” Tommy laughs at you and takes the bowl from your hands. “And besides, I have to pee—why can't you go?”

He pulls the jars out and starts to fill them. “Go ask him and then go pee—I saw him go into the stable.” You huff dramatically and turn on your heel, removing your apron, trying to get rid of your nerves as you head towards the door. What’s he going to do, shout at you? Get angry? Say no? You can handle all of that, you’ve handled it up until now.

When you reach the barn, you search around the stalls with no sign of Joel. Wherever he is, he’s long gone. Whatever you did to him, it was enough to send him running all over again. For the millionth time, you find yourself wishing you could just read his mind, know what it is about you that has him running for the hills any time to approach him.

You pet a few muzzles on your way towards the door, wishing it was spring already so you could ride like you’ve longed to do for the last four years. There's less of a chill today, there hasn’t been a storm in a week, but that’s going to change soon. You could stay out here until Joel shows up, but christ do you need to pee right now, so you take a quick detour to the small bathroom in the corner of the barn. The door doesn’t have a working latch, so it pushes open easily.

You just needed to pee, that's it—just needed to pee but it’s too late by the time the artificial light inside mixes with the sunlight filtering into the barn. Lent over the sink with his hand pressed to the mirror, his other on his cock, stands Joel—his balled up fist working up and back down, those huge hands that look tiny on his dick—holy shit, it’s massive, bigger than you’ve ever seen in real life, bigger than most exaggerated porn videos you’ve watched—he could probably fit both hands around that thing, has to be at least ten inches of just Joel. He must hear your tight gasp, because his hand stills and he whips his head around to look at you, his face flushed with shock and shame. You step away quickly and the door slams shut behind you.

You aren’t sure what it is bubbling up inside of you—anxiety, desire, a bit of curiosity and a whole lot of confusion. You saw him not five minutes ago and he was fine, but now you can hear him scrambling in the bathroom across from where your feet have glued themselves to the floor.

“Fuck! Fuck, Honey, hold on.”

Joel Miller is the most hung man you’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s also the most annoying and hard headed—but all of that flies straight to the back of your mind when he pulls the small door open, having stuffed himself back in his jeans, jesus christ it goes half way down his leg, how does he have any room in there? His chest is absolutely heaving and his face is beat red from embarrassment. “I…I’m sorry, I just needed to use the bathroom.”

His hand reaches down and you follow the movement, how he stuffs it into his pants and adjusts himself. “I can explain—“ you shake your head quickly, eyes bouncing back up to meet his. Fuck, he looks like he’s going to cry right now. “Please spare me the details, I should have…knocked, that's my fault.” What was he doing in the first place? He ran away from you because…because he needed to jerk off? Is that where he’s been going every time he runs away from you?

Did you make him do that? But no—of course not, because Joel hates you, hates you enough to actively avoid you even after buying you the same damn necklace you clutch every night when you sink your hand between your thighs, bite your pillow and attempt to muffle his name on your lips.

Joel doesn’t want you, when you’ve been thrown around every corner trying to hang on to him. He left you in that damn snow and all your mind could think about was how sharp his jaw was, how big his hands were, how angry you were that he robbed you of your fantasy of him.

“I just—I…don’t know what came over me, I didn’t mean for you to see that.” Well of course he didn’t mean for you to see that. “Yeah, no I assumed—I’m the last person you want seeing you—like that. I’m sorry, again.” There's something in his eyes, a deep sorrow woven into his features. “How…how much did you see?”

God, does he really have to go there, when your thighs are pressed as tightly together as you can get them, when heat is pooling between your thighs and you have the urge to run up stairs and lock your door behind you. You reach up for your necklace out of instinct, run your fingers along the chain for an absent sensory input, thinking about the way it feels in your hand when you clutch it for dear life.

“I mean—about all ten inches, I’d say.” Its an easy joke you're hoping will ease the stress of the encounter, but Joel leans back against the walk and his head flops against the wood, eyes closing tight. You take the opportunity to drink your fill, let your eyes really roam over the softening bulge in his jeans. “Nine and a half—I…It’s nothing to…boast about or anything like that. I try not to…let anyone see that.”

See that? The biggest dick you’ve ever laid eyes on? He’s just walking around, hiding it from the world? “Why?” You don’t mean to ask, but how could Joel just walk around all day with a third fucking leg and not tell anyone about it?

“It’s embarrassin’. No one wants anything to do with that, nobody wants to deal with what it entails—I sure as hell don’t. Look, can we please just—please forget this happened? Don’t…tell anyone, please.”

Don’t tell anyone? You can't keep this to yourself? Joel miller, every daydream and fantasy you’ve had for the last two years—you can’t just keep that in if you tried—you have to tell someone. “Yeah, no of course not. This was traumatizing enough for both of us.”

His face drops further and he turns himself away, running his hand over his face—the same hand he just had on his dick—oh, fuck, you have to get out of here before you offer to finish him off, just to see how heavy it would feel in your hands, your mouth, your pussy—“I gotta go—“ you start to head for the door, but you remember why you came in the barn in the first place. “Can me and Tommy come with you to town later?”

He only turns for a moment to gaze at you. His eyes look shinny, his lip is drawn between his teeth because its shaking. Had you really embarrassed him that much?

When he speaks, his voice is tight and wobbly. “Yeah, that's fine.”

You leave as quickly as you came, already pulling out your phone and pulling up your best friend's number. When you get into the house, you make a bee-line for your room, slamming the door behind you while the call goes through. When she picks up on the other end, you’re already rambling. “Girl—hold on, I can't hear you. You’re talking too fast, slow down.”

You take a deep breath, clutch your necklace and try to calm yourself down. “I just walked in on Joel—it was an accident, but dude—dude it was huge.” There's a sharp gasp and a laugh on the other end of the phone. “Wait like, you walked in on him and someone?”

“No—I walked in on him jerkin’ off in the bathroom, he…ran away from me again this morning and Tommy came in right after, asked me to ask Joel if we could go to town with him and when I went to look for him, he was in the bathroom with his hand on literally the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” Melly, on the other end, is laughing her ass off at you, trying her best not to snort at your bad luck. “This isn’t funny! He was so embarrassed, Mel—he said he doesn’t show it to people!”

She huffs on the other end of the phone. “Then how does he fuck anyone?”

And—well… “I never thought about that. Maybe he just…doesn’t? He seemed so ashamed, I don’t know what on earth there is to be ashamed of.” Ashamed of being blessed? Ashamed you walked in on him? Maybe it was because it’s you and you’re the last person he wants seeing him naked.

“Alright, let me get this straight—he ran away from you and five minutes later you found him beating his meat in the bathroom?” For lack of better words, well, yeah.

“Yes—that’s basically what happened, but it was more like three minutes? Because I wasn't far behind him.”

The silence on the other end of the phone is deafening, then Melly clears her throat. “Have you considered the idea that he runs away from you because you turn him on?”

You? You turn him on? You with your awkward posture and too gangly features? You can't even turn a car on half the time, let alone a grown man like Joel Miller. “Not a chance—he hates me, Mel, we’ve been over this.”

“You’ve been over this—you say he hates you all the time when maybe this whole time he thinks its you that hates him.” But that can't be true, because Joel can’t stand being around you. He hated you from the moment he saw you, hated your stupid fucking shoes you don’t wear anymore, hates that you went to college and lived in a big city and don’t let people walk on you. He hates you because you wanted to look pretty for him and he told you to crawl back to whatever place you came from, not even knowing that place was filled with longing to meet him. “No, you have to see it for yourself. You’re still coming down here for my birthday, right?” It’s in the middle of February, when the snow starts to subside.

She tells you that she is, but that she has to get back to work, so you hang up the phone and let yourself sink into the mattress. Its a lot to process—Joel running away from you to…masterbate, catching him in the act—that dick, Christ, even if you want to fuck him, you aren’t even sure if you’d be able to take him. A little deep dive into the internet tells you that you absolutely can—if you work up to it. With ample time and stretching, you’d be able to work up to that, and should it ever happen, you want it to be easy for him, after all, he seemed so ashamed that you’d seen him like that. He said he doesn’t show people, so that must mean it’s been a while since he’s had sex. That in and of itself, makes your heart ache from him—no matter how much he pisses you off, no one deserves to have the ability to receive pleasure stripped from them for merely having a larger—uh, tool. It’s not his fault he was born that way.

A few wrong turns on amazon and you find a (within your budget) toy that's, you guessed it—nine and a half inches and by the looks of it, the same girth as Joel. There is no other option for you but to purchase it—express mail straight to your doorstep.

And even if you never stand a chance with a six-foot towering cowboy, you can at least pretend for the rest of your life. Maybe that will finally starve off your want, fill that void you’ve had for the last two years longing for a made up man and this version of Joel wearing his skin.

It’s a few more agonizing minutes of thinking about the way he’d looked at you in the mirror when you’d spotted him in that bathroom, before you can actually track back to the before, how into it he was—working himself over quickly with a rough calloused hand and his ragged pant.

Fuck it—you have time, lots of time—Joel is probably going to avoid you for half the day before he heads to town, that is—if he even tells you he’s leaving. So you do what you're best at, roll yourself over to bury your face in the pillow while you sink your hand past your waistband and get to work. Its easy to picture something still so fresh in your mind, the way his shoulders heaved when he drew in a breath, how he would probably feel in your hand, your mouth, you’ll have to practice that too, how he’d probably hold you down and tell you to take it. He’d probably be ravenous if he could get past the hatred part. How long has it been since he’s been inside of someone?

You sink your teeth into the pillow and try to retain the sharp whine in your throat, but when you picture his disdain for you morphing into desire, the way the two would clash together in the most impossible way—it’s easy to bring yourself right to the edge. Easy to let yourself drift into that full bodied bliss that shoots up your spine and blooms at the base of your skull. God, the things he would probably say—the filthy fucking words that were made for that accent—the way he’d call you—

“Honey?”

“Amph-“ your eyes shoot open but its too damn late, that twangy southern draw sounds so fucking good saying your name like that and it’s the final straw, deep shadows of your relief robbing the vision from your eyes as they roll back, hand stilling with just the faintest of muffled whimpers to follow it. Yeah—he’d say your name just like that—just like he did on the other side of your locked door while you get off to the sound of it.

Your first big draws of air when you start to come down are into the pillow, trying your best to stifle the ragged way your lungs fill with oxygen until you’ve caught back up with yourself.

“We’re headin’ out in a few, if you're comin’.”

You pull your hand away and jump off your bed, trying to fix your hair and pull yourself together. One glance in the mirror tells you that this is as good as its going to get. You pull the door open and he’s already trying to find anywhere to else to put his eyes than on you, on your tight workout leggings and crew neck sweater—you aren’t anything special and you just saw his dick a half hour ago, so you understand why he wouldn’t want to look. “I was just, uhm—doing a workout zoom with my friend, you ever done one of those?”

God, did you just say that out loud? A fucking workout zoom, its no wonder this man wants nothing to do with you. “A…zoom workout? No—I get my cardio in before the sun's up. Real fuckin’ weird world you come from.” He turns his body slightly, like he’s trying to make his way out of this conversation but he doesn’t quite know how, so you lead the way. “I’ll just get my shoes on and I’ll be right down.”

He turns back and this time he does look at you, but it's at your feet, then a swift bounce up to your eyes. “You’re wearing shoes.”

One glance down and what do you fucking know—you are wearing shoes—stupid fucking shoes you suddenly hate. You hate that you can't get a single thought through your head when it's swimming in dopamine and adrenaline. Hate that he’s taken up so much space in your brain you can't think straight anymore. “If you don’t want to go because you’re…uncomfortable, you don’t have to stall so that I’ll leave. You can say it.” He holds his chin up bravely, you have to give him props for that. Thirty minutes and he can still hold his head up with dignity when he feels like he needs to stand up to you, but does he have to do it so accusingly? When did you give him the impression that you wanted to stay behind? When you’d asked him if you could go not two minutes after seeing him white knuckling it in the bathroom? When he knocked on your door and talked you through an orgasm without even knowing?

“Why do you always do that?” You cross your arms and feel that attitude creeping up on you. “Do what? Spare myself the humiliation?” The humiliation like he’s not staring you down fresh off a mind boggling orgasm. “No, decide what I’m feeling for me—what the fuck gives you the right to make up my mind for me?”

This bastard, who can pull an argument out of you in an instant—when you’d just been thinking nice things about him. “I’m coming with. Tommy’s promise of hard booze is sounding better and better by the minute.”

He huffs at you and it's all you get for a response. You follow him down the stairs and out to the truck, Tommy is waiting down stairs with a confused look, but you shake your head at him and he tails behind you on the way out the door. Joel moves fast across the snow covered yard, climbing in the already running truck with a slam of the drivers door. “What’s his problem?” Tommy makes a face at you when you stop at the tailgate of the truck. “He’s not in a good mood.” Tommy nods his head and walks over to the passenger door. “Course he isn’t, why would he be?” There's a laugh and he opens the door for you, but he doesn’t get in first—he makes you sit beside Joel, with his knee bouncing and his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He won't look at you, but you can tell he’s riddled with anxiety right now. When Tommy squeezes in beside you, you find yourself pressed up against Joel, from shoulder to his solid thigh.

The drive is uneventful because Joel turns on the radio and he doesn’t say anything. Not for the whole twenty five minute drive, Joel doesn’t make a sound, so you and Tommy sit in the uncomfortable silence and try to ignore the way his fingers tap and flex against the steering wheel. When you get into town, you give Tommy all the money you were able to scrounge up and he runs into the liquor store close to the feed store. You were going to sit in the truck and wait, but Joel leans against the door frame with his hands perched on the roof and his cowboy hat blocking the run from your eyes. “Since Tommy’s preoccupied, you’re gonna have to help me.”

Help him? You? “I have three hundred pounds of feed to load, unless you're afraid you’ll break a nail.” Does he have any idea how that works, that you don’t have long fake nails anymore like you did in college? “Well, I guess it's a good thing they are already busted then.”

Helping Joel load the truck means you get to watch him work, carrying two feed bags to your one, but his shoulders bulge when he lifts and you nearly have to cross your legs to push away the nagging thought. He probably looks so damn built under all those layers, beneath that Carhartt. By the time the truck is loaded, Tommy is back with a half gallon of bottom shelf whiskey that looks like a hangover just waiting to happen.

Joel doesn’t give the bottle a second look, but the ride home is just as quiet as the drive there.

It isn’t until later that night when you and Tommy crack open the bottle. It’s dark, but Joel is nowhere to be seen when Tommy makes a fire in the pit out front of the cabin. Your parents went to bed early and the last thing you wanted to do was keep them up, so you took the long walk to the cabin with a few blankets to keep you warm until the whiskey kicks in.

Thirty minutes of having your feet propped up by the fire while you pass the bottle back and forth and Joel finally comes into view, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he tries to walk straight past the two of you. “Come on man, can’t you join us? Sit by the fire with your brother?”

The older man shoots him a look, one you can't read but Tommy obviously does. “Come on, Joel—Tommy’s going to make me drink all of this by myself.” He steps onto the porch with his back turned, wiping the snow off his boots. “I don’t drink anymore.” Is the only response he gives. Like you hadn’t seen him drunk off his ass before.

Another hour passes before you see Joel again and by that time the half gallon is half empty, sitting between the two of you while you giggle and laugh about stupid humor Joel would probably huff at. Can someone remind you why it's the broody brother you want? Not the slightly asshole-ish one who knows how to take a joke? Tommy doesn’t exactly do it for you—not your type, no drive, no motivation—but he is Joel's brother, the closest thing you ever get to having the real thing.

You wonder if he’d fuck you like Joel would—they are brothers, so Tommy has to be just as well endowed at Joel, right?

Right on que, like he could hear you thinking about him, Joel comes out and stands behind your chairs. “Think you guys have had enough. Last thing I need is to be up all night because Tommy’s pukin’.”

He gives the emptying bottle a tap with his foot and you glance up at him. “Oh, come on, Joel—why are you always such a fun sucker? You just hate seeing people smile, is that it? Is it bad for maintaining your shitty mood?” Tommy laughs beside you and you ride off that chuckle, but not for long. “And here I thought alcohol would make you plaint, but I guess it just makes you more of a bitch.”

If your head wasn’t swimming in booze right now, you’d probably swing at him, but you aren’t coordinated enough for that right now, so you settle on a hard glare. “I don’t know man, I think I have a good idea of how she gets when she’s drunk.”

Joel's eyes shoot over to him like he already knows exactly where this is going. “Bet you get real feisty, huh? Whiskey always makes girls want it—get’s um horny.” When he talks, he’s looking straight at you—if Joel wasn’t standing right beside you, you probably couldn’t have the courage to hold his younger brother's gaze like that. You want it right now, god you do, but not from the brother that's asking.

“You’ve got no idea,” you tell him and Tommy smirks at you, then up at his brother who’s gone stiff. “Is it me or him? Because this one doesn’t look too willing to give you any kind of sugar.”

Joel downright growls at his brother. “Knock it the fuck off, Tommy—she’s a lady.” A lady that wants him to bend her in half and stuff her full right now—no matter how much it might hurt. “No she ain’t! A lady doesn’t drink half a bottle and want to fuck.”

There's a hard thud behind you and when you look at Tommy, he’s holding the back of his head where Joel smacked him. “I’m walkin’ her home.” He tells his brother, but doesn’t once ask what you want. It’s been too long, been way too long since someone touched you—and it might be the alcohol in your system or the desperation for a Miller that sends you down this path, but both directions lead you to the same destruction.

“Like fuck you are! You aren’t my dad, Joel—you don’t get to decide what I want all the time. If I want to drink half a bottle and fuck your brother, then you’re going to have to suck it up and listen through the damn wall.”

Joel’s look of anger quickly morphs into something you’ve never seen on Joel Miller—fear. Oh—yeah, you struck a nerve on that one. What does he think? You’re going to soil his baby brother? Does he really look down on you that much, that he’s afraid of you sinking your claws into Tommy? You don’t want Tommy, you want Joel, but you’ll never have that—so you grab Tommy by the hand, yank him up until he’s standing on equally wobbly feet before pulling him down to meet your mouth. He tastes like whiskey and it's nothing to write home about. There's no electricity, no real desire on your part. But you know you hit your mark when there's hard footsteps headed towards the house and a hard slam of the front door.

Tommy gets into it fast, his hands on your hips and his teeth nipping at your lips like he’s as desperate for you as you are for his brother. “Let’s go inside,” he hums and you agree—you’re already this far and you want to make Joel feel what you’ve felt for the past twos months, all this anger and bitterness, why the fuck doesn’t he want you like you want him.

“Do you think he’ll hear us, through the wall?” Tommy pulls away and makes a face of confusion. “Do you want him to?”

Do you? Want him to hear the way you could moan and gasp for him? The way you could beg him for more, deeper, harder? Absolutely. “Yeah—I want him to hear it.”

It's a rough and awkward tumble to his room, you fall against the wall and Tommy does his best to keep you up straight. The door beside Tommy’s room is closed and the light is off, but you can't hear anything inside.

You try not to think—try your hardest not to imagine Joel instead of his brother, but it's a futile attempt. All you can see right now is Joel with his cock in his hand lent over the bathroom sink and how much you wanted to get on your knees for him right then and there. “Can I suck your dick?” Tommy groans from where he stands at the end of the bed, you propped against his pillows, both of you in the midst of discarding your clothes. You get down to your panties and underwear by the time Tommy is left in just his briefs. “Yeah-fuck yeah, you can.”

It’s good, it’s working for you—until he drops his underwear and you’re left…underwhelmed. “You aren’t as big as him?” If it wasn’t for the alcohol in your system, you probably wouldn’t have said it in the first place—but how could you not? He’s half the size of his brother, if you’re being generous. He’s still decent sized, you’ve had bigger, but you cant help the pang of disappointment that you won't be able to pretend just for now.

“I—no, wait you saw it?” You wince and Tommy pulls his boxers back up, suddenly the room is filled with something other than desire. “It was an accident—I didn’t mean to, but I just thought…you’re brothers and all.”

Tommy sighs, turns himself and sits down at the end of the bed with his head in his hands. “You don’t want to do this with me.” He says. “I didn’t say that—“ he shakes his head at you and turns enough to look at you. “You’re disappointed that my dick isn’t as big as his—you don’t want this with me. I don’t want to fuck you while you’re imagining my brother.”

Okay—ouch, that one stung. But you can't argue a point because you have no truth behind it even if you tried. You were going to imagine him—press your hands to the wall and imagine you were on the other side of it. “I’m sorry, Tommy…It’s not you, I promise…you’re a good friend and you’re a nice guy, I just…”

He smiles at you and it eases some of your anxiety. Tommy might not be Joel, but he is a good friend. “It’s okay, I can see it…Don’t think I could take somethin’ that's already his.” But you aren’t, his, after all. He doesn’t look at you like that, doesn’t want you—doesn’t want to touch you like this when he’s so busy despising you.

“He doesn’t want me like that, Tommy.”

Doesn’t want to see you like this in his bed, half naked and begging for him. “How do you know that?” You fiddle your hands with the band of your underwear, where a string is fraying on the edge. “He hates me…can’t even stand to look at me, he’s made that pretty clear.”

Tommy chuckles slowly and tosses you his shirt. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Honey. Try, you might surprise yourself.”

You pull the shirt on and curl up on the pillow, letting your head swim in the whiskey that's starting to take its toll on you now. “Sleep in here tonight, won't try anything—I promise.”

He takes the spot beside you and you smile sleepily, pulling the blanket over the top of you. “Thanks Tommy.”

Sleep comes easy when you’ve drank as much as you have tonight and you try not to think about the other side of this wall.

In the next room, Joel sits fully clothed at the end of his bed with his head in his hands, trying his damndest to stop the tears burning his eyes and tracking down his face.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

MY TIME HAS COME!!!

HEHEHE HYPERFIXATIONS!!!!

https://youtu.be/Tab4fRYm3hk?feature=shared

(There’s also a dubbed version if you want me to share it)

Since the game is really hard, all you need to know about Epic Mickey’s lore usually comes from the cutscenes!!! It’s a really good game!!

I think the anon might have suggested it because Oswald (Mickey’s older brother…half-brother??)

and Mickey have a really interesting relationship and it’s kind of based off the real life story of the copyright of Oswald and what happened to him.

But in a nutshell, Oswald was created first before Mickey, and was eventually forgotten and fell into the world of the forgotten characters.

He tried to make best of what he had there, having a wife and kids. But even as life went on he still saw the fame of his younger brother Mickey everywhere, he saw his father’s love and for his younger brother everywhere, while he lived in the world of forgotten characters.

One day though, a disaster struck, a wave of ink flooded the town, taking his wife and turning her into stone. And he was left alone to raise his 640 children.

And to make things worse, the person behind it all…was his younger brother. His younger brother who’s now here walking around as if he DIDNT take Oswald’s life, as if he didn’t cause a disaster wrecking the town and having it take Oswald’s wife.

However in the end, Oswald realizes that Mickey didn’t know Oswald existed that Mickey didn’t know that he took Oswald’s place. And Mickey’s working to try to fix everything….

The two are brothers, and there was a moment…a moment where Oswald could have took Mickey’s soul (the key to getting out of the forgotten world), Oswald could have taken what should have been his from the start… but he doesn’t.

The two defeat the ink blot and end up on better terms.

NOW, I think if there ever was a Epic Mickey Gravity falls au, some things would have to be re-worked obviously, to fit the gravity falls characters better

But that’s the basic gist of Epic Mickey.

Just finished watching this, and it does look very good! I'm surprised I never played it tbh. Looks right up my alley.

I can see what they meant by it with making them think of Doodle Ford. Thanks for giving me the overview of what the games about!

Hmmm. Hmmmmmmm.

I'm on to you lot. I'm blurting this out to keep the wip demons at bay

So on Stan's end he's an only child, uses comics as an escepe, and creates Ford to be his self-inserts (his) best friend. Graduates high school, creates a farewell comic that works as an end to the series so he can move on, 'grow up' and do bigger and 'better' things with his life, leave his childhood fantasies behind. Since Stanley is him, and Ford represents his childhood, Stan makes a comic that ends with them separating in an angsty, more mature way. Stanley breaks something super important to Ford (Stan is ending his comic, trying to seperate himself from his childhood), the forever motion 3000 (or something.) and they get into an arguement. They'd argued before, but this one blows up (Stan's writing his frustrations out), and they walk away from each other, furious and determined to make it on their own. Stan goes to college, boxes his comics up, and sorta moves on. Stanley transforms into the main character of his own series (I think someone suggested El Diablo?), but Ford never does, (Stan doesn't want to warp something precious to him for profit).

On Ford (and everyone in Stanland) end, he and Stanley were going on adventures, beating up villains of the week, having a grand time! Then it abruptly ends, with Stanley having become more and more moody (Puberty) and destroying something of Fords for no reason! Something Ford worked hard on! Then refused to apologize, and shouted about he could make it on his own!

Then Stanland starts changing. Some parts retain the childish shine of Lil'Stans, while others change and grow, and more characters and settings are introduced. Bill goes from cornchip to demon, Fiddleford goes from wacky doctor to tortured scientist cultist, Rico's a guy who's around now, who scoffs at all the older characters, etc. Ford's not happy with how Stan has changed things, or how he's gone off and acts like Ford doesn't exist, but whatever. He's his own character! He can have his own PG adventures full of swears! He doesn't need Stanley!

(Stan has no idea him not drawing Ford anymore is viewed the same as abandoning characters in Stanland. Ford went from gods right hand man to old new overnight and it only adds to Fords feelings of betrayal)

Anyway Stan moves to Gravity Falls, the dimensional walls are thin, Stanland starts to seep through, merging it with the real world, and Stan and Ford finally meet face to face. Fords angry at Stan for his betrayal and abandonment, while Stan's getting slammed with the fact that Fords a real character (hmm. Ford aged because he's by origin Stan's twin, so if Stan ages so does Ford. He's still very much a kid at heart though).

Stuff happens, the walls collapse, Stanland and the real world merge, Bill is rampaging, and Stan and Ford finally have a heart to heart, Stan admitting that he didn't abandon Ford as a character, he just couldn't stand the thought of something he made only for himself getting warped by corporate greed or becoming something Stan would grow to hate. Lil'Stan was a comic by Stan for Stan, and while he might have had hopes of selling copies as a kid, as he grew older it became more of a comfort thing.

Then Ford has to erase Stan's mind, taking out Stan(ley) all in one go. Bill's sort of a god now after all, so another god's gotta pay the price to take him down (or at least, thats how Stan wrote it).

[pumpkinhcad]

HAMMY'S POSTING. Okay I was working on replies (I got two down and will post them soon, yay) but MY FRIEND GIINBEAN JUST FINISHED THIS DRAWING!! 🥺🥺 This is literally their dynamic in a nutshell (not like Susie would ever say it out loud, hehe). And, y'know, because I haven't written them in some time now, I'm going to add some stuff me and @atechalk have discussed for the SM/DR AU under the Read More. 👀👀 No spoilers, I'll write something about Chapters 3 and 4 later on.

The TL;DR as to how we got here is in our first thread! It takes place before the events of Chapter 1, and Pump just pulls an SMT III Nocturne and becomes Susie's* friend... WITHOUT her input. This after trying to blow himself and her to bits with a firecracker, but it was justified because she had picked on Skid first. Pump becomes a bit of a shadow in Susie's life to the point that he ends up growing on her soon enough but, in-line with her character at the time, she REFUSES to admit it because she has a reputation to keep intact and the twerp could ruin it.

*It is worth noting The Two Susies Issue as early as I can. Not only because I will never let the jokes down, but because Pump has two ✌️ TWO Susies in his life: his big sister and his new monster friend. So, because calling them Human Susie and Monster Susie respectively would be a mouthful, the nickname "Big Susie" for the latter emerged. No, she does not mind it. It makes her sound EVEN SCARIER than she already is. I do not need to use the nickname here but I wanted to mention it regardless.

After Chapter 1, and having met Lancer, Susie has picked on all the similarities the Darkner and Pump have, but cannot do anything other than lament having to keep the Dark Worlds a secret alongside Kris and all of that stuff. That is, of course, until she finds out about the Dark World inside Pump's toybox* straight from the horse's mouth. And she does not get the opportunity to get Kris to come because she is practically dragged to the kid's house to "come see it" upon trying to verify if it was ACTUALLY a Dark World or some make-believe game.

Surprise, surprise, the Toybox Dark World is very real, and these two kids have somehow managed to keep it sealed shut in Pump's room without causing much of a fuss. And so, off these two go!

*For all intents and purposes, this event takes place in-between Chapters 1 and 2. Cannot do much about Chapters 2 and 3 being connected and all.

From a first glance, this Dark World resembles a cross between a pumpkin patch and a playground, where everything borders on being scary, on a first impression, only to have a childish twist behind it. For example, one of the first things these two come across is a tree with two nooses hanging from its branches, turning out to be a swing set. And whether they have a cute swing set moment or not will be left to the reader's imagination. Things in this world simply look spookier than they should be.

This comes most to play upon encountering a Darkner and battling it. It takes place in a very dark place, and its silhouette makes it look like a very freaky gigantic centipede. Of course, after sparing it, it is revealed that it was nothing more than a harmless sock puppet creature. In this Dark World, everything is a children's toy! And no wonder, because children are very good at turning their toys into different things.

Only other thing worth highlighting from this brief adventure, because she has to go get Kris if they do not want doomsday to happen, is that Susie decides to teach Pump how to battle HER OWN WAY. Because, well, that first battle might as well have been a 1v1. This kid carries a hammer with him yet knows NOTHING about battling. Cue Susie's version of a tutorial battle where, in her own words, "if Pump REALLY wants to be her friend, then he has to impress her by getting a hit on her". They are friends already, she just wants to tease the little tyke lol. It is pretty similar to Ralsei's tutorial battle with Kris, except that Susie ACTUALLY likes to spar and drop all the cool villain lines just to be encouraging.

This tutorial sends the point across EXCEPT on the whole "get a hit on Susie" bit. She just does not make it easy through normal means, you know! So what does Pump do when things seem to get difficult? He ACTs and does a little MAGICTRICK on Susie... with a twist: instead of pulling a coin from behind her ear, he just playfully bonks her in the head for a single point of damage.

And that is how this little prologue ends. Sure, they might not have made it far into this world, and leaving the Dark Fountain unaddressed might cause the end of the world, but Pump technically got a hit on Susie, and so TECHNICALLY became even more friends! Yay!!

And so, they get out, close the toybox once again, and Susie promises to come back with Kris so they can get all of Skid and Pump's toys back. That IS the idea, at least, and what kickstarts the actual chapter afterwards. If only she knew of the one truly scary Darkner lurking in the shadows of that world.

[glitterp0prhaps0dy]

so remember when i made that post about combining trolls and one of my other faveriot movies!, so iv been brainstorming on how to combine trolls and corpse bride into an au!

so i came up with the CORPSE BROPPY AU

not everything will be the same, infact there's a lot of changes, so its more or so the concept of corpse bride that I'm combining with trolls, I have two of the character designs down! so I will share parts of their story first, then show their image, ITS POPPY AND BRANCH! obviously lol

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So, the story kicks off with a bit of a family crisis. Poppy's older sister, Viva, has mysteriously disappeared(i can explain more on that later you you want), throwing a wrench into their family plans. With Viva gone, Poppy finds herself in the hot seat, forced into an arranged marriage with a troll named Creek(YOU KNOW THE ONE AND ONLY TRAITOR) from another family. This arrangement is all about sealing deals and uniting families, but there's a catch: Poppy and Creek have to get their wedding act together in just a month. And let's just say, rehearsals are a disaster. Poppy's heart just isn't in it because, well, she doesn't love Creek. It’s like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole.

as you can see, poppy takes a place of victor, sorta

i really loved looking at diffrent dresses from the 1800's to design her outfit, the before is her for most of the story, her casual outfit, i kept it blue since most of poppys canon outfits are, her after outfit is more towards the end of the story.

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Imagine being insanely talented, like a piano prodigy level of talented, but instead of your gift bringing you joy, it becomes this heavy chain your family drags you around with. That's Branch's life in a nutshell. His gift at the piano wasn't celebrated in the way it should have been; it was exploited. Instead of applause filled with warmth, every clap was just a reminder of how his family saw dollar signs in his melodies. Talk about a tough crowd.

But wait, it gets more complicated. Branch's family, not satisfied with just exploiting his talent, decided to marry him off in a deal that reeked of greed. Love? Compatibility? Nope, those words weren't in their vocabulary. It was all about the money. And the person he was supposed to marry? Let's just say she took 'till death do us part' way too literally and left Branch for dead—literally. The twist? She never got caught. So there's Branch, a victim of greed and betrayal, stuck in the afterlife with a heart heavier than any piano he ever played.

This is where Branch's story gets really interesting. As the Corpse Groom, he's not just dealing with being, well, dead. He's tangled up in all the dreams and desires he never got to live out. We're talking about a guy who was robbed of the chance to find real love, to maybe play his music because it brought him joy, not because it paid the bills. His unfinished business? It's not just about finding out who killed him; it's about seeking the life and love he was denied.

as you can see, branch is in the place of emily, I decided to make his outfit more green like his vest in the movie( I imagine that the shirt is a hand me down from floyd)

corpse branch was so fun to draw to be honest, he also has a lot more story developed but that's because I'm a bit biased,woops.

FEEL FREE TO ASK ANY QUESTIONS BECAUSE I WILL BE GLAD TO ANSWER THEM.

[aglitchysylveon]

Heres this weeks art dump, it's all mostly my Outlast OC Mallory.

This is Mallory Carcer, She's a patient at Mt Massive, or was, till she escaped. Cus of Eddie

NOTE: This is also a AU, so may not follow some canon of the series, like Eddie suddenly becoming a overly devoted and protective father. Because that's what he is in this. If you don't like it, you are free to scroll away.

Im just gonna explain her lore in a nutshell so I don't make a like 30 paragraph essay on it 💀.

She was emitted when she was a kid, maybe 14 due to the accidental murder of her father when she was trying to fight him off her mom after years of just enduring and watching the abuse and not really doing anything about it cus she was scared of her dad, she pushed him off, causing him to stumble back, and hit the wall and due to the pressure, caused I think like an axe to dismount and fall on him, and kill him. She didn't know what to do, cus she was a kid. Her mom kinda lashed out at her for "killing her husband", told her to leave. So she ran off, eventually she was caught by the cops, put into juvenile detention center, till she was sold off too Murkoff, likely intending to put her in the trials, by her mom.

To put the story short, she had been there for a few months, got overlooked by the staff when they were supposed to relocate the female patients cus I guess she was hiding?, and the day of the massacre, she made a small hideout, one of the variants had found her when she was going out scavenging for food and attacked her, which is why she has those scars all over her. She then ran away till she couldn't anymore, ending up in the worst possible place anyone could possibly be. The Vocational Block.

She was found by The Groom, or Gluskin after she had hid in a locker or a box, and wasn't expecting to find a child of all things, at first he was shocked, maybe even confused. But definitely welcomed it. Something kinda sparked in him, that small shred of humanity he had left in that twisted broken mind of his. And he decided to just.. Kinda keep her around. Not as a pet or anything, OR A BRIDE. Just wanted her out his way of his work, but definitely not running around. Cus that could get in his way. So he gave her a room for her to stay in so she was "away from danger" or what he was really saying "out of my way".

Over the several hours she was down there, after him occasionally doing check-ins on her, or conversation out of curiosity, she did kinda grow on him cus the idea of being a father was something he did really want, to start over and give his kids a life he never had. So this is where the story breaks away from canon, because Gluskin decides the best option is to adopt her, and escape the asylum. So he can pursue his dream plan to start over his life. Despite not getting a """wife""", he did get a kid. So he sorta got what he wanted, besides all the murder.

The image I posted above is a dress he had made her, cus before she was wearing a really torn, dirty and maybe bloody hospital gown. Which he saw as "not ideal for a child".

Here are some other drawings of her, now these aren't really canon to her lore anymore, because they don't line up with the timeline. But I still like them. Due to her being 19 in these, this was when I first made her up before I had thought about fleshing out her lore more, (as of now, she IS 19, but she doesn't look like that, or well kinda she looks like the last image but her dress isn't all patchworked. And Gluskin isn't The Groom anymore. Doesn't mean he's gone.)

I am currently working on redesigning her current look, I already did Eddie's. I'll show him after I do Mal's.

I hope you like her :). She's a menace.

[sweet-s0rr0w]

day 29 of @hprecfest - a fic rated E

On One's Knees by pir8fancier - E, 34k, 2008

Summary: The war is over and to the victors go the spoils.

Excerpt: "Why are you doing this, Potter?

Standing there with his shoulders slumped forward and his eyes opaque with exhaustion, he looked both very vulnerable and very old.

"General all-purpose saviour complex also applies to former hated classmates cum Death Eaters, apparently. It would make my life a hell of a lot easier if I could just ignore you and let you shift for yourself, but I can't. It's what I do, Malfoy. I need to look myself in the mirror every day. Given the tests I've done, I can't imagine the sort of pain you go through just to walk to the loo, never mind working like you do. You don't have any cartilage left in your goddamned knees. You hear me?"

He had shouted that last part, as if he was trying to convince me. He clenched his eyes shut and when he opened them, he'd regained some semblance of control. "Ron thinks you deserve it. I'm not sure how I feel, but I do know that I'm too bone weary to get any enjoyment out of your suffering, and you're too desperate to turn down my help. I think that says it all in a nutshell."

I reached for his outstretched hand.

Written not long after the series' end, and set a few years post-war, this fic is a beautifully packaged punch to the gut. Down-and-out Draco has to hit just right for it to work for me, and boy does the author manage it here. Draco's the night cleaner at the Prophet's offices, and Harry's the Healer who's sent to patch him up when he takes a fall at work, but who realises that Draco's body (and his life) are in altogether a pretty poor shape. Harry takes him in (while his wife Ginny's away) and learns about his life. Draco's prickly and cross with the world, but the two of them grow slowly closer, all the while knowing that things between them necessarily have an end date. It's painful, but really really beautiful, and thank goodness the author gave them an added extra happy ending because I think without that my heart wouldn't have recovered!

If you read it, and especially if you love it, please do let me know! And as always, please do take the time to leave the author a kudos/comment <3

day 1 - first fic you remember reading

day 2 - a fic rated G

day 3 - a fic not on ao3

day 4 - a comfort fic

day 5 - a romantic fic

day 6 - a fic for a ship you don’t normally read

day 7 - the best of your OTP

day 8 - a fic that was recced to you

day 9 - a WIP

day 10 - a fest/event fic

day 11 - an underrated fic

day 12 - a fic from your favourite author

day 13 - a rare pair

day 14 - a fic rated T

day 15 - a fic over 50k

day 16 - a podfic

day 17 - a fic that makes you cry

day 18 - a fic that makes you laugh

day 19 - fanart

day 20 - a fic with fanart

day 21 - a fic rated M

day 22 - a series

day 23 - a crossover or AU fic

day 24 - holiday (vacation)

day 25 - holiday (national holiday)

day 26 i bloody missed by accident and will come back to :'(

day 27 - a smokin' hot fic

day 28 - a fic over 100k

[acinginsomniac101]

Fuck it. Let me just vomit my personal AU abt Pressure this ONE time and never post for another year. Not gonna throw in my pathetic 5 OCs into the ramble though. Mostly just thoughts on Sebastian and his dumb lil downfall haha dum dum.

So my brain always considers the fact Pressure is a game loop. You die and you get sent back to the start. You can succeed and get the crystal, get outta there. But you can also always do that again. Sebastian always acknowledges your death, always acknowledges and has been able to differentiate the first one to the different ones you have after.

Same with any friends you play with, other expendables. They died many times like you, gotten the crystal and escaped so many times before. That is pretty much the core to my AU.

Sebastian never stops you from getting the crystal because he doesn’t have to worry about it ever completely lost. A new run will start, there’s always another chance. In this AU, he’s stuck in what is practically an endless timeloop due to the supernatural properties of the Blacksite. Once he entered, with such prolonged exposure—He’s become a part of it, essentially. He still hinders you back because the blaring red screaming of the alarms are hurting his eyes and a fucking nuisance to his ears. Even though the dread of losing is all has left him, the anxiety still lingers on.

But he’s a stubborn one. The sensation of dread when expendables took the crystal for the first time, when he tried to stop and killed them—when it just kept happening. Always scavenging, surviving, squeaking through it all. The more times expendables escaped his grasp and got into the submarine, the doom of not making it time? That was a fairytale now. Sebastian knows as of now UrbanShade won’t be able to retrieve the crystal successfully—as long as this timeloop where everyone’s memory is maintained, there won’t be successful “true” attempts.

But unfortunately for Sebastian nor any entities down here, the timeloops binds them to this cursed fate of roaming what is essentially a labyrinth of a flooded hell. Sebastian won’t be able to escape, having filled Painter with false promises of freedom whether he intended it or not.(sorry Painter Sebs dngaf abt you in my book💀) Sebastian is a man in denial, dragging a false hope that he can escape a timeloop. Even as he gains new knowledge, he will keep scavenging for data for an answer. Always roaming, always restless. So in a nutshell he’s like William Afton in UCN but he’s innocent(abt the 9 murders) and he wasn’t the father lmao.

I guess other thoughts now. I like to think personally Painter is like a teenager. The way he speaks feels like a kid to me—A fatherless kid, literally. He’s emotionally vulnerable and naive, and I think he looks up to Sebastian like how a kid sees a superhero. The friendship is onesided, and Sebastian takes full advantage of that admiration in question. Painter believes in Sebastian’s lies of freeing him, that promise keeps him lingering even as his files corrupt and his AI breaks down slowly.

Oh, and the thought about Mr.Lopee. He gives me an idea that he was some old business partner or acquaintance of Mr.Shade for sure. Something along the lines of some muddiness latervm, but carrying respect. I think Mr.Lopee personally wants to mess with Mr.Shade as a ghost now. So he helps the player but also helps Sebastian out, truly neutral and trying to see what brings him the most entertaining outcome. I like to also think he’s the one betting with Sebastian on which expendable lives and what not, hence the “you owe me..” voice line from Sebastian.

I don’t have too many thoughts on Navi. She doesn’t have a established personality much yet but I’ll probably have more thoughts on her when she has actual voice lines in the next update.

Alright bye I’ma go back to rotating OCs in my brain.

[embretheworld]

Stellaron Hunter March AU Masterpost

Other posts/Drawings:

March 7th AU Reference Sheet

Ask/AU Theming

Storyboard

Doodles

The AU in a nutshell

"you are not a hero, you are nothing but a little kid"

Confrontation

fly broken wings

the stellaron hunters favorite bunny

March 7th's fighting style

how ratio convinced aventurine lol

the trial in a nutshell

aventurine should NOT be a dad whatsoever lol

just two husbands and their daughter

more doodles and a sketch of part of march's emantor form

march graudates

on their way to penacony differing parenting styles

“a lamb before her slaughter”

The IPC gang getting lunch

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Song playlist.

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Bare in mind these will be made sporadically out of order!

Writing playlist.

1-a regretter’s friend (the forbidden fruit)

2 -so here i lie in our imperfect paradise (a eulogistic lullaby)

3 -you gave me strength (hopeful curiosity) maybe there are still happy answers left for my discovery {INTERLUDE}

4 -you became the “me” you despised; we swallowed the time (let us rewind)

5 -no forgiveness for this endless love (my goddess never looked at me)

6 -no need to overclock; my wish is locked {INTERLUDE}

7 -on my shoulder stood your heavy dream, i took a leap, their laughter came in place of my tears

8 -opium

9 -would you say that someone who had every intention to be brave was a coward?

10 -hiding my indulgence; the freedom we sacrifice for love

11 -round and round we go, holding onto pain, driven by our egos

12 -i’m piercing through the rope that strangled you and me (let us be free) {INTERLUDE}

13 -Ruan Mei’s “Diary”

14 -the pages remind me you’ve always been villain; for you angels have fallen

15 -Don’t you worry I saved a spot for you in recycle bin

16 -I tried, I tried (What did we expect?)

17 -What’s more to say? Pain always catches up to those who chooses to stay

18 -Though it may hurt tomorrow I’ll be heading my way

19 -Thundering Footsteps, Screaming Voices

20 -???

21 -blood is thicker; but the drink i prefer is water

22 -???

23 -Here I am at the gate I stand (Dear old times) I’ve made up my mind

24 -Love must be the reason why I still believe in this lie

[markerofthemidnight]

A Fuckton of Wiggly x Miss Holloway Headcanons Because You Liked It Last Time

For the past 24 hours I’ve been obsessing over this stupid crackship (I’ve considered calling it SeaWitch, but if anyone else has something better please share with the class), and a lot of you seemed to like this concept last time, so here goes.

(under the cut because this gets really, really long)

I can’t even begin to imagine the very specific circumstances that would make this pairing happen

Like, you know the classic romcom setup of “these two lead characters hate each other at the beginning, but as fate keeps pulling them together they start to realise they’re more alike than they thought, and then by the end of the movie they’re practically married”? That’s basically them in a nutshell

But still, it would only occur under very specific circumstances, so I’m going to skip the question “how did this happen” and go onto “what goes on after it happens”.

The best way to describe it is that she fell first, but he fell harder

Well, he didn’t necessarily fall harder, it’s just that Holloway’s just really good at internalising her emotions and not quite as head-over-heels (or tentacle tips, in this case?) as Wiggly is, at least on a surface level

That’s partly due to the fact that Holloway’s been through this whole song and dance too many times to count, whereas this, as far as the AU goes, is Wiggly’s first time feeling anything CLOSE to romantic love

It takes a special kind of gal to sweep an eldritch horror off his feet, and you don’t get much more special than Miss Holloway- he said so himself in Miss Holloween!

When she first fell for Wiggly, Holloway’s reaction was basically just… “shit shit shit this is not happening.” She was good at hiding it, because she always is, but internally? She was fucking panicking.

On one hand, he’s one of the only people in existence that isn’t affected by their contract, and based on what she now knows about him, the two aren’t so different

On the other, there is not a snowball’s chance in HELL that she genuinely has a shot at getting with this cosmic horror beyond her comprehension

Even if she does- which is a PRETTY BIG “if”, she’d be involving herself with something that regularly slaughters people without a second thought, people that she’s been trying to save from that fate for decades. It’s better for everyone to just leave that dream alone without a second thought.

And she tried. God, did she try, but it quickly became apparent that Wiggly had fallen for her just as hard, or even harder given the way he looks at her and speaks to her.

Not only was he making a conscious effort to visit her regularly, but his pupils visibly dilated at the sight of her. Among other changes, like playing with her hair when he thinks she’s not paying attention, and even calling her Holly (which may be her real name, or may just be an affectionate nickname and nothing else: up to you to decide)

And she tried so hard to not dig herself deeper into this hole, because she knew that once people start caring about a creature as powerful and malicious as that, they go down a dark path they can never return from.

But the way Wiggly looked at her, and relied on her as the only person he felt that he could talk to about his insecurities, it was just so relatable. So endearing. So… dare she say… cute.

As for Wiggly himself, it took him an embarrassingly long time for him to figure it out.

In fact, he didn’t figure it out until Blinky pulled him aside one day to talk about the way he’s been acting around Holloway as of recent, and how often he goes to visit her in general.

He laughed this off originally, confidently saying there’s no way he’d develop any kind of feelings for a mortal woman, and then left.

He returned to his lair nonchalantly, thought on it for a second… and then proceeded to go the brightest shade of red a creature covered in green fur possibly could as he came to the sudden realisation that, yes, he developed feelings for a mortal woman.

He didn’t visit her for a week after that. In fact, he started blushing again every time someone brought her up.

The next time they met was when Holloway decided to summon him again- not any of the other Lords, just him- because she “missed his company.”

Ok, not technically a lie, just vague enough to lull him into a sense of security without telling the whole truth and risking him freaking out.

He was blushing the whole time. And they both knew this, clearly. He was horrible at hiding it.

Eventually (emphasis on “eventually”- seeing him squirm in embarrassment was more than a little entertaining to her), she decided to put him out of his misery and talk about the real reason he was summoned

Remarkably yet understandably, they both agreed that their mutual crush was a horrible accident and they need to do something about it quick.

As time passed, they eventually came to the mutual decision that they should keep seeing each other, but keep the relationship (which, even then, is less of a relationship and more of an “it’s complicated” on Facebook) a secret

For Holloway that was because… well, how could she tell anyone, given the circumstances, but for Wiggly it was because he’d rather crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment than admit he has feelings for anyone, let alone a mortal woman.

So that was their plan… or at least, it was until seconds later when a flash of light hit their eyes, and they turned to see Blinky with his phone out- with the camera flash turned on for dramatic effect- and a nonchalant smile on his face, as he’d seen this coming the whole time

Who was also joined by Tinky, who looked positively heartbroken with his jaw slacked to the point of hanging off his face, Pokey, who was staring at the two with a confused and disappointed look, and Nibbly, who was just smiling at them in such a way that made them think he probably also saw this coming the whole time

Turns out they actually made bets as to whether or not they’d get together. No one (but Nibbly and Blinky) was pleased with this fact.

So as for the whole ‘glaring difference in moral alignment’ thing… they’re working on it. Wiggly’s trying to murder less, be nicer to people, and they’ve talked about apologising to his sister one day, as much as he really doesn’t want to do that

Holloway doesn’t want to throw away the only chance she has left at an actual relationship, and accepts that she’s asking Wiggly to basically change both his and his brothers’ whole lifestyle, so she’s being patient with him.

Oh, and as for Duke: I like to imagine this takes place in an alternate universe of Miss Holloween where, instead of giving up on the deal, she just buried herself deeper into her work hoping she’d just forget about Duke.

So he’s more or less fine, even if he still hasn’t completely gotten over her.

And it’s getting real late here, so… I suppose that’s essentially it.

[kohakhearts]

deeply curious abt mentally ill timeskip goh and his ditto. but for some reason mostly his hair??? did he grow it out on purpose? does he take care of it? just brush and go or does he use products? not important or something he takes pride in?? idk why

hi anon thank you SO much for asking!!

(ok so disclaimer the premise of this timeskip is like what i think would be a natural future scenario for the characters. most of my fics are AUs so essentially unrelated, but in terms of designs and stuff this is kind of what i’m playing with in those fics too. the short answer to the hair thing is i just think it’s neat. but dw there’s also a long answer :p)

“mentally ill timeskip goh” is perfect btw. that’s him in a nutshell. if he’s not mentally ill what’s the fucking point /j

i think that goh is someone who, in canon, uses his ambitions as a distraction from things that actually upset him - i mean, we see him as a kid from his parents’ perspective so invested in research that he barely acknowledges when they say they won’t be home for the holidays because they have to work, but his own memory of the same scene is coloured with a little more emotion lol. so we get the impression that he tries hard for his parents’ sakes to be unbothered by their lifestyle. i wrote about how goh is a quintessential parentified child here and doing that to your kid is basically just asking for them to grow up to become a neurotic workaholic which is why He’s Like That. but in canon meeting ash opens him up to other opportunities - where he is valued and appreciated by someone who, like him, is so driven by his goals he’s willing to. you know. jump on the back of a a giant god-bird mid-flight.

but then he and ash go separate ways. and even though goh comes out of their shared time together every day a little more friendly and open, he’s still himself, right??? so while ash is off journeying, i think goh would eventually take more of a gary path where he does stay in one place for an extended amount of time in order to further his education (as an aside, at this time gary is between kalos and hoenn studying primal reversion). he tries the ash thing first, but it’s not the same on his own. using his goal of catching every pokemon as a distraction from the fact that he gets lonely without ash only works so well. but he’d rather eat his own arm than admit that to anyone, let alone ash (who keeps in touch…to an extent), so he eventually pivots and seeks out other opportunities. one of those opportunities results in a cerulean cave expedition where he meets his ditto, whose goal is stirring as much shit as it possibly can and as a result it’s very talented at transformations. i don’t have the whole story there figured out yet, but for one reason or another ditto decides to go with goh (who is very impressed by its ability, and sees that it could be a huge asset to his research).

goh’s field of research is pokemon genealogy - quite literally working his way up to mew! (as a result, he winds up consulting frequently with gary, who is a pokemon palaeontologist. so they’re not actively coworkers but they still work together. here are your crumbs shigegou nation.) ditto is the perfect research assistant because its transformations are a cellular reconstruction. so yes it can transform into any other pokemon but it can also in theory transform into any other pokemon moved-slightly-to-the-left. meaning that it can replicate less evolved (in the real-world definition of evolution, not the pokemon definition) versions of pokemon based on models and simulations.

but going back to the being lonely thing, that’s why he got the early 20s depression beam LOL (imo there are other things wrong with him but thats a whole other essay). his hair getting long initially is just a result of never getting it cut (first because he’s travelling and doesn’t have time for that, then because he’s “too busy” in general) but i think he’d come to like it because it’s easier to manage in the sense that he can just pull it back and ignore it lmao. also it’s a little Gender and i think he would grow to appreciate that quality. so it’s not something he takes pride in necessarily but i don’t think he’d have any kind of dramatic “i’m not too depressed to cut my hair anymore” moment or anything. he doesn’t have the patience to style it himself but i think he’d be willing to let chloe tackle it now and then!

[starlightarchery]

⤷ rook origins prompts.

4. For rogue/warrior Rooks, what drew them to their preferred method of fighting? Did they discover it early? Do they like fighting? How & where did they train? ( @fliflaflux - swapped this one since Viridian is not a mage, hope that's ok! )

Viridian's always had protective instincts; the moment his little sister was born and his fathers told him it would be his responsibility to keep her safe. At first it wasn't really about fighting, just making sure she was safe in general - keeping an eye on her, watching for trouble, that sort of thing. He's always been more of a talker than a fighter, so the battle instincts didn't come into play until after he was pushed to join the Wardens. But given how strong his desire to protect was - and still is - he eventually was drawn to sword & shield fighting. The ability to strike back coupled with the ability to defend.

5. When did Rook first learn about Grey Wardens? Had they always wanted to become one? Had they ever met one before joining? ( @teamtakagi )

Viridian grew up with stories of the Wardens, but never had any real desire to join them. His mind tended to focus less on how heroic those stories made them out to be, and more so on how lonely their lives sounded - which was not something he was keen on pursuing.

8. How did their Joining go? Were they the only survivor? What did they think when they learned what the ritual entails? Did they try to run away, or did they do it willingly? ( @larknnightingale )

So, Viridian only joined the Wardens at his fathers' behest. They believed he needed discipline in his life - a stronger path - and were fully convinced the Wardens were the only ones who could offer him that. But he actually left the Wardens right before his Joining. The components had already been gathered and put together, but Viridian decided last minute to listen to his heart and stop that path before it could finish. The Joining didn't come until later, after his home was attacked by darkspawn and his family wiped out. He himself was on the verge of dying - wounded and blighted - and was ready to let it end (his family was gone, what would be the point in pushing on?). It wasn't until his old Warden trainer - Thea - found him and told him his nephew was still alive that Viridian agreed to take his Joining so that Beck wouldn't be left without family.

9. Does Rook enjoy being a Grey Warden? Do they make any friends within the Wardens? Does Weisshaupt feel like a new home to them, or more like a prison? ( @apothe-cary )

At first, no. Viridian fell into a heavy depression shortly after becoming a Warden. He'd done it - effectively damned himself - to make sure his nephew wasn't left alone, but ended up having to leave him anyways in order to follow this new path. It wasn't until a few years down the line, when he saved another village from the fate his suffered, that he eventually came around to being a Warden. He tends to be more popular with the younger Wardens than those of his age, mostly due to the optimism he comes to adopt - to find the light in the dark, as it were - but also because of his willingness to bend the rules in order to save lives. He's still never quite at home at Weisshaupt, but understands why others are.

12. How do they feel about angering the First Warden? Does Rook choose to leave their posting, or are they ordered to take time away from the Wardens? Are they happy to get away, or do they wish they could have stayed? ( @i-creatied-au )

In a nutshell, he doesn't give a shit. Viridian is the sort of person to extend respect to anyone until given a reason not to, and he understands what goes into being selected as First Warden - the experience needed and the bullshit that comes with the political aspects of the job. But politics have no place in dictating who gets saved or when, so he really couldn't give less of a fuck about making the man angry. Truthfully he'd been looking for a reason to get some time away for quite awhile, so even though he was ordered away, he's not exactly upset about it.

[lucky1013]

Wilbur Fanfiction Rant, Part I:

Write something, bitches!

Across fandoms, I've always been a Hurt/Comfort girl. What's not to love? H/C is in a nutshell: Fetishizing heartache of your favorite character. Bringing them down to the barest of human emotion. Relishing the relief that comes when a friend/lover/stranger/nemesis picks them up and helps them breathe again. Mulder/Krycek was the best for this. Mulder/Scully. Lex/Clark. Buffy/Faith.

People have tried to do it with DSMP c!Wilbur. The canon is obviously there but it always falls flat for me. C!Wilbur is made of blocks, and there's too much AU to wade through, and there aren't any lovers with enough depth of character. Never enough pain, never deep enough characters, never enough flesh on the bone.

Enter Shelby Grace. Don't think for a second I'm thanking her. But make no mistake, she has given us a a bruiser of a real-life RPF H/C . And it's fucking devastating. He was gorgeous and soaring, and she knocked him out of the air midflight. She plucked out his feathers, stole his breath, danced on his body, and left him naked and dying in the dirt. Whether you sympathize or not, those are the facts.

Now where is the writing?

Where is the "C?"

There is so much untapped potential here. This man needs to be COMFORTED more than anyone has ever needed it. Go comfort him. Go on now. Type type.