#aphmau mcd

[dilly-dahlia]

i think it’s beautiful that so many people on aphblr have A Character™ because they’re so dedicated to the character’s arc and always have correct posts about them. i’ll see a post about that character and be like wow. i wonder if [user] would like this

or i’ll have an idea and think about messaging one of them for their input of how A Character™ acts in that situation. and then i don’t message them because i’m a loser and scared of being perceived in private settings but that’s irrelevant. and then i post the idea and i’m like wow i hope [user] will agree with this interpretation

and it’s not in like an approval seeking way it’s in like a. this user has made a name of sorts for themselves by posting about their character and many people seem to agree with their interpretations so it’s like. i don’t actually know i’m just yapping to yap at this point

[starhvney]

Hiiiii I'd like to request mcd garroth brushing his wifes hair and praising her before bed as part of their routine. Also I have been stalking your account at this point reading all your new works and waiting for the requests to openn

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd garroth x reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: everynight, without fail. a man who once held royal status beholds you with reverence higher than nobility.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: established relationship, soft mcd garroth, pure domestic brain rotting fluff

𝐂𝐖: none!

𝐀/𝐍: sighhhh, swoon... mcd garroth...

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Candlelight dances across your eyelids, flickering warmth across your darkened vision. The bedroom is quiet, save for the faint chirping of crickets outside the window and the bristles of your brush detangling your hair. You sway, Garroth’s repetitive and gentle movements are enough to make you nearly fall off your chair and sleep on the floor like a baby.

Even after being married to him for so long, without fail, night after night, your husband insists on taking care of you, wanting to be a part of your nightly routine until you fall asleep. You don’t remember the last time you picked up a brush (at least at night), though you fear he might’ve spoiled you enough that you’d be a little upset if you had to do the routine yourself.

A sigh leaves your lips as he pulls the brush from your scalp to the ends of your hair, and your muscles practically lose their purpose as you slink back, boneless.

“Darling…” Calloused hands cup your face to steady you, a deep resounding chuckle from the man only fueling your sleepiness. “What have I told you about leaning like that? You could get hurt, silly girl…”

Despite his chiding tone, the amused lilt to his voice and the way he gently pulls you up to sit straight again is enough to tell you he really isn’t even slightly upset with you.

“It’s your fault for treating me so gently… what else am I supposed to do?” you mumble.

“Not throw yourself to the ground, for starters.” He shakes his head at you through the vanity mirror. “And how else should I treat my wife?”

You pretend to think, humming as he continues his ministrations in brushing the final tangles from your hair. “I suppose you have a fair point.”

“Oh, you suppose.” He leans down, and a kiss is pressed against your temple. “I do not think I could treat you roughly, even if I tried.”

“You—”

“Don’t... even... suggest it.”

A giggle escapes your lips at his serious tone. This time, he did mean it, and you know it. If he treated you with any less restraint than how you’d handle a porcelain doll, he might pass away from the pure shame and horror. Every word he has spoken to you has only been gentle, and every touch has been reverent.

"I heard from Dale you were helping Molly with redecorating their home today." He changes the subject. "How did that go?"

"It was fun," you hum. "They have no need for all of the nursery decorations, and she kept offering for me to take her old furniture with me. I said I would think about it..."

He chuckles, setting the brush down on your vanity. "Well, there's certainly no need for us to turn down the offer. If that's what my beautiful wife wants, of course.. I'd have no objections to planning early."

You clear your throat, heat creeping up your neck. "Mm."

“Alright, my dearest,” he whispers, leaning down to press another kiss to your forehead and holding a hand out for you to take. “All done. Let’s get to bed.”

You sigh, pouting your lips and pressing your cheek into his hand as you look up at him. “But now I’m too sleepy to move.”

��Oh no…” he feigns concern. “Whatever will we do? Will my poor wife be forever stuck to her vanity chair?”

You wrinkle your nose at his rare display of teasing, your lips wobbling. “Garroth…”

“Ah, this is all my fault for being too gentle, isn’t it?” He muses.

“It’s the routine…” you lift your arms to him, attempting to charm him with your tilted head and sleepy eyes. “You brush my hair and then carry me to bed.”

“It is my fault… my queen is so demanding of me.” Regardless of his words, he leans down, hooking his arms under your legs and back before lifting you up as if you were a simple paper weight on his desk. “It’s so difficult to not do anything you ask of me, though. Am I really to blame, too?”

You’re too content to answer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and not letting go even as he lowers you down onto the mattress. No. Instead of replying, you tug him down with you, and though he most definitely has the strength tenfold to resist you, he falls into place  beside you (and as always, he carefully shifts to not crush you with his full weight).

“Very well then…” he sighs in full relinquishment, the thick muscle of his arm slipping around your waist and pulling you over the top of him. His other hand lands against your head, ensuring you’re snug against the expanse of his chest as he intertwines his fingers into your soft, freshly brushed hair. The previous banter suddenly is lost to the both of you, and all humor and sarcasm is lost to the two of your steady heartbeats syncing into one harmonious rhythm.

“Good night, my love,” you murmur, earning a final kiss of the night to the top of your head.

A part of you almost wants to complain that it wasn’t on the lips, but sleep overpowers your wants as you offer a soft kiss to his chest in return, no longer able to fight off the weight pulling down on your eyelids. Ah, no matter if you didn’t get a kiss on the lips tonight. You’re sure to get plenty in the morning.

“Good night, my darling.”

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[boglove]

they’re so cain and abel

[failuredraws-exe]

This is my way of coping el o el my boy really went through it

[that-one-i-think]

I find Garroths transformation into a werewolf in mystreet more terrifying because Garroth is a character who across all forms screams human being. Through and through, he is just a man with flaws and strengths, moments of despair and moments of great joy. He is truly just a human character.

So the fact that he has his humanity stripped away by pure accident all the more tragic. He lost his humanity then barely weeks later he loses his free will by being mind controlled. It's all so tragic.

[burntflowerashes]

MCD laurence be like:

MYSTREET Laurence be like:

and i love them both dearly.

[martyj4444]

Let’s not talk about how I don’t know how to draw children, anyways, garroth 🫡

[aphverse-confessions]

While I do think that Jess's writing Garroth's betrayal caused Garroth's character to conflict with its self a lot, I also just think it's an undeniable and unfortunate truth. Garroth was a kind, intelligent, and devoted man who cared deeply for Aph and he was always gentlemanly and caring to her but it's still possible (and very common) for men/people in general to switch suddenly to someone cruel and bitter.

His little temper tantrum was uncalled for and it was insane for him to join Zane so quickly, betraying all of who he loves just because he was hurt—

but that's sometimes how people are. People will burn cities and destroy lives because they were hurting, because they were bitter or angry, because they can. I think it makes him more interesting, especially when he has to learn to be better, learn to be good again.

.

[number-one-zara-fan]

Aphmau MCD designs?? let's go??

[wormzandgutz]

[irenegalanatic]

double life pearl i love you 🚥🚥🚥

[sweettea2560]

Something tells me if they actually fought someone would have had some kind of romantic realization... idk who or about what, but someone...

Always a firm believer that these two should beat the shit out of each other. Everytime they argue on screen I start screaming for them to beat the fuck out of each other

[starhvney]

hi star!! if rqsts r open could you write for mcd laurance garroth & gene w that trend where reader accidentally calls them husband (when they are dating alr but not married)

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd garroth, gene, & laurance

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: cheekily calling them husband as a prank... how do they respond?

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, established relationship, slight angst for gene (not sorry), i tried to make the reader gn!

𝐂𝐖: jealous reader in laurance’s, subtle innuendo in gene’s (but nothing explicit), and gene’s takes a bit of a dark turn with hints of kidnapping (it’s mcd gene what do you expect)

𝐀/𝐍: hi anon!!!! this was a fun one so thank you for requesting! also i actually checked my work before posting this time so if there's an error lmk so i can pass away in shame /j

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

“Once again, my husband must leave me by my lonesome…” you sigh, leaning back against the tree with a dramatic toss of your arm and droop of your head.

“Wh—what?”

Peeking open an eyelid, you watch the unraveling of the head guard’s composure in pure amusement. Despite the fact that the two of you are alone on the path to the guard’s tower, Garroth whips his head around for any witnesses, his ears turning a dark shade of red that spreads over to his cheekbones in quick succession. You’re sure that if there is anyone around who heard your claim, the poor man might actually faint from the "scandal".

He blinks, once, twice, as if trying to reprocess your words, his eyes rounded as he stares at you. It takes a few moments of him stammering before he finally finds a sliver of composure.

“Husband?”

You hum in agreement, lacing your hands together and batting your eyelashes. A part of you feels guilty in teasing the reserved man so much, but you can’t help but push him a little further, giving a faux pout. “Do you not like me calling you that?”

“No!” he quickly says, clearing his throat and looking to the side in timidness for his loud outburst. “I do not dislike it in the slightest. I just… It’s unexpected.”

You tilt your head, inching closer to him with an air of innocent curiosity, though if he took the time to look you in the eye (which the poor man was struggling in doing this very moment), he may notice the twinkle of pure mischief in your irises. “Is it?”

“I… did not know you took your feelings for me so seriously.” He sucks in a breath, looking up at you through his thick blonde lashes. “Unless you didn’t mean it?”

His serious tone stops you in your tracks, and you suddenly feel a little guilty. You almost gasp at the look he’s giving you, the sight comparable to a kicked puppy, and you rush forward to cup his cheeks in your hands.

“I do mean it! I’ll admit, I was teasing you, but I truly do wish to call you my husband!”

He looks down at the grass beneath your feet, his eyebrows still furrowed as he reaches up to cup your hands in his. After a moment, you watch his face slowly relax, before… a smile slowly curls up on his lips. In fact, he looks a bit smug.

Realization dawns when his previous worry is nowhere to be found in his expression.

“You—!”

Garroth closes his eyes, tilting his head into your palm. His ears are still a bright red, and his fingers tremble over yours, but his expression is purely content. Oh. He got you good.

“You’re going to be my undoing, my darling…” he sighs, giving a shy glance at the empty road once again before pressing a kiss against your fingers. “Though I will gladly make your wishes come true. Any and all that you can give me. And if one of them is to make me your husband, I am more than willing to comply.”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

“My husband doesn’t care for those, thank you…” You raise a polite hand to the marketplace vendor offering you some fresh vegetables. “I’ll just keep what I’ve already bought.”

“How considerate…” Gene’s deep voice practically purrs by your ear, his hands clasping around your shoulders. “For you to remember my preferences.”

You blink, eyeing him from the corner of your peripheral vision as he leans forward, smiling at the vendor. “Isn’t that the sweetest?”

“Ah, yes…” The vendor uncomfortably nods, setting down the basket he had been trying to barter with an awkward smile.

“Thank you for your services today. Now, I have husbandly duties to attend to, so we’ll be off.”

The vendor’s face turns red at the implication, and you’re sure yours is a similar color as you whip your head towards Gene with wide eyes. He merely smirks, fingers still almost possessively curled around your arms as he guides you back towards the street.

“Those are bold words, sweetie…” You stumble along with him, and you sense your small little prank may be unfolding into something you didn’t expect. “Are you willing to go through with your claims?”

“Ah, hm…?” you shakily hum, daring to meet his piercing gaze as he grins at you. You swear you catch a glint of red, the color possessive and deep.

“If I’m your husband, I’d have to whisk you away with me every time I leave, wouldn’t I?”

You swallow, nodding quickly at the idea. “I’ve been asking you for months.”

He looks down, tucking you into his side as you leave the crowd, the dirt road that eventually leads to your cabin a familiar sight under your feet. Though the tight grip Gene has on you is new, his touch burns into your skin—a dominating and almost overwhelming feeling.

“And once again, I’ll tell you you don’t know what that means,” he murmurs lowly.

You frown at his words. “But I want to be with you.”

It should be concerning that you truly don’t know much about the details of his job, especially with how much he cautions you about it. You know you’ve asked him about it before. Still, anytime you try to remember the conversations, it feels like soft cotton fills your brain, the memories hazy before slipping away altogether.

“Maybe one day, I’ll kidnap you and really show you what I’ve been hiding, like you keep naively requesting.”

You freeze at his sudden words, looking up at him once again. A part of you wants to laugh it off as a joke, but the intensity of his stare has you short of breath, and it hits you that maybe the sinister twinge of his statement is something you should take a little more seriously.

“But for now…” You stare up into red, unable to turn or look away, and his hand curls around your jaw. “I think you should forget this silly little prank of yours before you realize the man you call your husband is actually a monster.”

And as your vision goes black, that soft cotton wraps itself in your head once again.

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

“Please.” You cross your arms, a sense of possessiveness rushing over you as you stare down the bold person who dared make a move on your lover… right in front of you. “Despite the… innocence of your request, the only partner my husband will be dancing with is me.”

The festival-goer blinks in shock, a flush washing over their cheeks as their previous bravado fizzles out under your unimpressed stare. “Ah, my apologies, I didn’t know you two were actually—”

A smooth chuckle cuts them off, but before you can look back at him, Laurance pulls you back into his chest, his fingers lacing with yours.

“Yes, as a husband,” he enunciates, the shit-eating grin he most certainly has on his face evident in his amused tone. “I prioritize my loyalty over everything else. I must remain diligent to my duties as a husband, don’t I? What kind of husband would I be if I accepted a dance invite from another person?”

The person’s face has now morphed into a fully embarrassed cringe, their hands raising as if it could stop his smug rambling while they slowly back away. “I… I will take my leave, now…”

You watch the failed pursuer scurry away, not sparing either of you another glance as they disappear into the crowd. Though even if they stuck around, you have a feeling they wouldn’t be the biggest of your worries. Laurance squeezes your hand, spinning you around until you are chest to chest with him. And oh, the wide smirk on his face is enough to tell you that you’ve signed up for a war you will never win.

“My my… I didn’t know you were so possessive, my love. I can’t say I can complain, though…” He trails a finger along your cheek, inching his face closer to yours. “As your husband, this is something I should get used to, no?”

You can’t back out of this one.

“I… was just trying to get them off of you,” you huff, clearing your throat as you look anywhere but his smug face.

“Oh? Do you not want me to be your husband?” he practically whines, nudging his nose into your cheek. “My love, my light, your words wound me.”

“I didn’t say that...”

He chuckles at your quick response, and before you know it, he’s spinning you into the start of a theatrical dance, leading you into the center of the plaza. “You always keep me on my toes, don’t you? Then… should we practice the first dance of our wedding? I don’t want to waste any more time in making your claims on me a reality.”

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[wyverndreamers]

my son has lost an eye, good faith cannot make him whole.

[sihkaydah]

"there's a ladybug on you, strange...I thought they only came out during the day".

I'm back! Here's a drawing based on a scene from ep 80 of MCD. One day I will draw someone other than Laurance....