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beefy-the-stronk · 3 months ago

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THE GANG'S ALL HERE LETS GOOOOOO

Finally colored them all 😭 Like I said before, feel free to take any inspo or reference I don't own these chucklenuts

Alrighty design explanation/hc time:

[Edit:] I added an extension cus I forgot to earlier aaa, don't want this huge wall of text to be unchecked

Sam:

- He's partial heterochromatic

- I hc him as mid 30's so he's got some Grey's

- Chubby, but decently built arms

Joel:

- Shirt is ripped because of mouth, i noticed this in his sprite and other people's observations

- gave his shirt stripes cus I wanted him and Sophie to have more distinction in their warthdrobe

Sophie:

- butterfly etching on her pants

- She is missing a tooth, makes sense with her age and rowdyness. Also has a bandaid on top of that.

- she has a big overlayer shirt cus again, helps distinguish her

Dan:

- Fingerless gloves, he's cold but he needs his fingers free to record or play games😩

- he has NO hair anywhere, maybe even has Alopecia

- Wear's a sick denim vest hell yeah

Hellen:

- TALL and also very build like a heavyweight champion (so muscular and a bit of pudge)

- also greying, I personally think hc her as 40

- I am obsessed with how everyone gives her coveralls, so I'm including them. Tho, she mostly wears them during excursions. At the apartment, she takes it off and wears her normal turtleneck and sweats

Xaria:

- she has a nasty scowl and sharp teeth, basically she both a barks and bite.

- some makeup too cus GOTHHH

- she's taller than Dan with the boots on, and is decently built too with strong shoulders

Monty:

- short and it's hard to tell, but I made him chubby under the coat. Unlike Sam tho, his arms are thinner.

- also has sharp teeth, and a scowl

Leigh:

- she has a huge head 😭 yes that was on purpose, her sprite had a beeg head

- she's taller than she looks, but hunches over and crawls a lot

- fun fact: I made her avert her gaze because she looks absolutely horrifying looking forward like everyone else

Rat Baby:

- gave him a lil bandana cus why not

- I think he's relatively big here, like a small dog

Papineau:

- he's not as tall as hellen but he's still huge

- AURA

- no constructive comment but I do find him handsome VuV

Ernest:

- bundled up in many layers

- very thin underneath tho

Roaches:

- he's a bunch of roaches can more can I say lol

Morton:

- he's def just a huge cricket underneath the layers

- he is quite fond of the colorless rubiks cube sksk

#*cracks knuckles* time to tag EVERYONE #sam look outside #joel look outside #sophie look outside #dan look outside #hellen look outside #xaria and monty #leigh look outside #rat baby #papineau look outside #ernest look outside #roaches look outside #morton look outside #look outside #look outside game #ough i love these goobers so much #i hope you all like this

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toneth-toneth-toneth · 5 months ago

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so the brainworms are big after all. explanations below cut bzzzt

Alright so:

Paul is a cat for the sole reason that he canonically has a cat LOL. I came up with the idea of him being a calico because 1) they're my favorite cat breed, and 2) transgender

Care came after him. Not much else to say, I just think she's neat :) she's holding a daisy

Belle was the one I had the most trouble picking a species for u_u I bounced from bunny to sheep to goat, but in the end I settled for wolf as a way to make her "pop out" from the rest of the family (Marvin notwithstanding). She's mostly purple cuz that's her color, but there's a redish brown in there as well to further tie her to Paul. They come in pairs :))

Speaking of bunnies, Nicholas has a bug net because, well, butterfly theme and whatnot

Now the Hammond siblings got a long story!! At first, Rainer was going to be a human (like the player in animal crossing games) and Mike was going to be a dog. Why a dog? Because of Rainer's speech about their injured dog, that even though it recovered, he still wanted it put down because it had been irreversibly changed. You know the drill. Thing is, Mike is THE dead kid, I wanted him to look small and like a child, so even though the dog fits, I decided on a bear cub. I think that was the right call?

Sooo, Rainer is the dog instead of Mike. I have this headcanon that Rainer's belief system (the A, B and NLM stuff) ALSO extended to himself, in a way. Maybe Rainer is his Daniel B alias... BUT I DIGRESS. He's wearing a shirt with the garalina logo, big fuckinnnn square glasses, and holding a shovel from the Care B description. Originally he was gonna be a rottweiler but I didn't want too many characters with a majorly black color scheme, so I tweaked the color to be brown. I kinda regret that decision now (esp since my Rainer has black hair too) but oh well!! Looks nice enough imo

Marvin was SO FUN to draw. I picked eagle for him because I wanted to keep the silhouette of his face (mostly from the loading screen render) somewhat similar. Big nose and big eyebrows. The fact that his color scheme looks similar to the guardian's was a coincidence at first, but I decided to lean into it and colored his beak/legs to match. Guess he really is the most faithful to his og design, huh?

Lina was mostly just for funsies. I was gonna make her a cat as well to match Care, but then I realized I can do anything I want forever and I wanted to have fun and draw more varied animals so, sheep it is!! She's got her bangs and a pinwheel because there's one in the Party Room and also, windmill reference ☝️

Toneth and Roneth are the bird and the ostrich models respectively. Toneth is holding Randice because they're good friends :) and Roneth is holding the bucket needed to capture him. He's also wearing a raincoat referencing Wavey, who's a raincloud. Toneth wears a black shirt cuz I wanted him to be like, an opposite Rainer so to speak? The green undershirt is there because. I like it :)

They're not here, but Jill would've been a kangaroo while Anna would've been a hen. Idk about uncle Thomas I don't know anything about uncle Thomas. What's he doing ever

TL;DR I have many thoughts every day

heh… just a glimpse into my sick and twisted mind…

extra toneth + roneth and a close up of nicholas (plus more close ups below cut!!)

this was a doodle that got out of hand… but i had a lot of fun doing this anyways ^_^

fun fact: this was named petscrossing at first (it didn’t last long)

#I'm having FUN #fun fact: the calico fur pattern is referenced from a cat i used to have #so that's another reason I'm fond of them :]#as the self-proclaimed number 1 toneth fan i HAD to include him (and roneth) (also they're easy to translate to ac)#anyways. read prev tags if you want more Thoughts #thank u person who reached out and shared your thoughts. i felf inspired to write this afterwards ^_^#and thanks everyone who liked this! i was very self conscious that this crossover was a little silly haha. this is very reassuring to me :')#petscop #soren.txt #I'm writing tgis at 4am I hope it makes sense ok. I'm gonna sleep now bzzzzt #I'll edit this later in case I misspelled smt

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eveningcherryblossoms · 1 month ago

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It's A Beta Life, Not A Better Life | Part 4

A platonic yandere Batfam x neglected beta reader story

Late evening, a rare peaceful night in Gotham. The Wayne pack–which was also, unbeknownst to you, the Bat pack–was currently gathered in the great room of Wayne Manor.

It was a huge, lofty room with windows going up to the second floor flanking a real wood-burning fireplace. The elaborate black mantelpiece was imported Italian marble. The mantel clock with its accompanying pair of vases and candelabra were genuine Rococo pieces in black slate and gilt bronze. The furniture was a combination of more gilt Rococo upholstered in black brocaded satin and chinoiserie black lacquer with gilding and mother-of-pearl inlay. Here and there were more touches of luxury–fresh flowers in vases, rare first editions on bookshelves, old master paintings hanging on the walls.

In spite of its luxurious appointments, however, the great room was also undoubtedly the pack room. A room the pack used on a regular basis, not one reserved for show. Piles of mismatched cushions and throws formed Dick's mini-nests, Damian's art supplies littered a table in front of a wall of paintings, Jason's stacks of to-read books threatened to engulf his armchair, a skateboard half-shoved under a sofa unmistakably belonged to Tim. And, most prominently featured over the fireplace: A life-sized portrait of the pack.

Naturally, said portrait did not include you. You weren't pack, after all. And fate willing, you'd remain out of the pack until you could get away.

Yes, it was a peaceful night in Gotham. So was the case in the great room... originally.

None of the pack members bothered tracing the origin of the squabble anymore. As had been happening with increasing frequency, out of the blue one of them would snap, and the others would follow like dominos.

A table made a screech as it was roughly shoved aside by Jason springing to his feet.

"Go say that again, Replacement, I dare you–"

Across of him, Tim sneered. "That's rich coming from you, Second Robin. I–"

"You two imbeciles better watch your words. I'm Robin now!" Damian interrupted, the paintbrush formerly in his hand already replaced for a knife.

Irritated by the combination of three angry alpha scents in full blast, Dick chucked a cushion right between his brothers. "Won't you knotheads give it a break already?!"

"Enough."

A hush fell as everyone else flinched or stiffened hearing the prime alpha's command, relaxing but a fraction when a tired sigh followed it.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. Alfred materialized from a corner and gave Bruce a light brush of the wrist to his nape–a soothing gesture generally done by a caretaker–before commenting mildly,

"It appears that the presence of a pack beta has become more necessary by the day, Master Bruce."

Another tired sigh. "I'm aware, Alfred." Bruce's eyes swept over the room, observing his beloved sons. They were settled now, if sulking terribly.

Dick, being the most attuned to Bruce, eyed him back sympathetically. "I'm afraid this is about our limit, B," he said. "Either we claim a beta for the whole pack, or..."

Disband the pack.

The sulky undertone to everyone's scent turned to distress. Regardless of their ever increasing number of fights and arguments, no one in the BatWayne pack wanted to leave it. It was family.

It was home.

For them, not you.

Bruce's already serious face became even graver at that. He knew he wasn't a perfect man, father, or alpha. But he was fiercely proud of his pack, fiercely fond of his pups even though they'd long since presented. He'd made this pack with all his children and the prospect of relinquishing it filled him with dread beyond any other thing he could think of.

Wait. All his children?

A pang of guilt and shame cut through Bruce as he very belatedly remembered you.

You, Reader Wayne... No, Reader S, his child with her.

God, what an omega! Her beauty was the sort that would look beautiful no matter what. Should she get a deep cut or burns, Bruce wasn't even being cynical thinking that many omegas would want to get the same scar. But it was hardly her beauty that captivated Bruce. Her competence, her character, her everything. Bruce never said it to his children, especially Damian, but the truth was that Bruce could've loved her, far more than he ever did Talia or anyone else.

It shamed Bruce how, upon learning of her death and your existence, his first thought was maybe they'd look alike, maybe it'd be like having her back in his life. It shamed him further to see you and feel disappointed.

You didn't deserve that, Bruce knew. More than once he had contemplated sending you away to your mother's relatives and friends, so to receive the love and attention he seldom gave you. Only more selfishness prevented him from doing so, as he didn't want to be separated from the last piece of her.

It was perhaps a blessing, that you weren't the least like your mother in looks and character. You were so good, so considerate, so self-reliant. Bruce could leave you to fend for yourself for years and you'd still turn out all right–

Another pang of guilt and shame cut through him. He did leave you to fend for yourself. Bruce swore he didn't mean to! Life just–kept going. He had meetings and patrols and trainings and more than a hundred other things to attend to, and in his downtime, well. You were never there. All Bruce's other children were. He... forgot you.

When Dick mentioned being surprised to see you in the nursery wing, Bruce actually went blank for a second. Who were you? Thankfully you didn't know it. Thankfully you didn't know how surprised he was to see you being so tall already.

Bruce didn't wonder what secondary gender you presented as. Alpha, of course. With him being a prime alpha and your mother an omega, it was a given what you'd turn out as. He refused to feel further disappointment at that, although a pack with five alphas and two omegas was a recipe for disaster.

Although with you being a civilian, there was no doubt that you'd be pushed around if not beaten up by the other alphas. You were so competent after all, surely you'd be able to figure out how to coexist with the rest of the pack.

Absently, as he joined his children watching a movie, Bruce had a last shameful thought.

It would've been wonderful had you presented as a beta.

A/N: (me, the whole time writing this) To hell with your shame and guilt, Bruce!!!

Btw my manga package got missent 😔 The mailman took a pic of presumably the fences of the house my package was dropped in but I have zero idea where it is, it's definitely not my house 😭 Luckily it wasn't my other manga package that contained the complete twenty volumes otherwise I would've disgraced myself in public

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clockwayswrites · 3 months ago

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The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 3, Part 1

masterpost, please no editing or concrit! This is a first draft only and it is a sleepy, headachy day.

Danny rung the doorbell (buzzer, whatever) on the monolithic side of Titans Tower.

Nothing happened, of course.

Danny glared at the spot where he though Flash might be. Approximately. It’s where the buzzing was at least.

“You're going to get me arrested,” Danny complained to thin air.

Somehow he was certain he'd gotten a little ‘go head' sort of motion back to his words. He couldn't see Flash still, not outside of seizures at least. It was more like how one knew someone was looking at them. It was a sense of movement.

Danny rang the bell again.

Then Danny pulled out a notebook, leaned against the building, and started sketching. He set a reoccurring timer to go off every two minutes. When it did, he rang the buzzer again. Then he got back to sketching.

Fifteen times into ringing the buzzer, some hidden speaker hummed to life.

“Dude, you know, there's a tip line you can use, right? And we don’t give autographs.”

Danny scrambled against his aching body to stand up straight and spun towards the door. “I, um, know. I saw the sign. But I don't have a tip, I have a message.”

The bored sounding person on the other side of the speaker sighed. It sounded like static. “What's the message?”

“It's from the Flash, I think,” Danny said. “And, trust me, I can't believe I'm saying this either, but he wants me to tell Nightwing that ‘he's a real dick’ but said, like, in a fond way.”

The silence was unbearably heavy.

“Okay then. Right. Please don't have me arrested, I'm just the messenger,” Danny said and started to back away.

The TV static of Flash hummed against his back.

“I tried, okay?” Danny hissed at him. “We’ll come up with another idea and—”

And one of the double doors to Titan’s Tower slammed open by a large green gorilla that quickly morphed into a small green man.

“What did you say?!?” Beastboy shouted breathlessly.

“Someone I'm, like, eighty percent sure is your guys’ Flash told me to tell Nightwing that he's a real dick.”

“Holy shit. Holy fucking shit,” Beastboy repeated, really drawing the words out. “Inside, now!”

Danny blinked at the sudden acceptance. “Not to arrest me, right?”

“What? No!” Beastboy exclaimed and started to basically pull Danny into the building. “We have to get Nightwing!”

“Okay.” Danny hoped that was true.

Danny got the feeling that Flash was right along with him as Beastboy herded him (literally as a sheep dog at one point) through the lobby, into the elevator, and up the tower. The room that they walked out into was clearly a personal space. There were abandoned cups, a smattering of plants, and several discarded pieces of clothing about the room.

The Titans lounging in front of a massive TV were pretty telling too.

“Gar…” the goth of the group asked as they stood. “…who is this?”

“This is—” Gar started enthusiastically and then deflated like a popped balloon. “Um, I don’t know actually? No, Raven, wait! No attacking! Just, dude, just tell them what you told me!”

Danny tried not to tense up at the dark power swirling around one of Raven’s hands. “Flash sent me to tell Nightwing that ‘he’s a real dick’, but Flash said it in a fond way.”

“Oh, fuck,” Raven breathed.

“Where is he?” Asked who could only be Cyborg.

“Here…ish,” Danny said with a gesture to where Flash was. “He said he’s trapped in the Speed Force. He’s not exactly on this plan of existence. Very small chance he’s dead, and I can only talk to him because he’s a ghost but Flash says he’s not but sometimes ghosts are like that?”

“…sometime ghosts are like that,” Raven repeated.

Danny scratched at the back of his neck. “Yeah… I’m kinda a psychopomp? But if it’s any comfort, Flash is really insistent that he’s not dead. He doesn’t feel like normal ghosts either. I think he’s actually right that he’s not dead, especially since he didn’t get any more clear when my heart stopped the other day.”

“When you’re heart what?!” Cyborg practically shouted.

It was a bit of an over the top reaction for hero, Danny thought. They put themselves in danger all the time.

“Yeah. So because Flash isn’t a normal ghost,” Danny said, slightly bewildered as Gar urged him over to the couch to sit down down, “I can’t see him or talk to him like I normally would. It’s been mostly seizures before, which wow I do not recommend, but a few days ago I too some tea to help my powers open up and the added ability to interact was too much for me I guess and my heart stopped.”

“Well,” Raven said with a little frown and a wave of her hand. “That explains the medical band.”

Danny blinked down at it. “Oh. I meant to take that off. Yeah, sorry, I sorta checked myself out against doctors orders to come here.”

“Dude, why?” Gar said, sitting down next to Danny. His face was incredibly expressive and Danny felt like those big, worried eyes might give him another heart attack.

“Because… because you deserve to know where your friend is,” Danny said honestly.

There was a long beat of silence before Cyborg slapped his hands against his leg with a clank. “Right. I’ve alerted Nightwing and the others. Gar, help…”

“Danny.”

“—help Danny settle in. Raven, watch Gar.”

“Hey!” Gar exclaimed with a pout.

#dp x dc #danny/dick/wally #thodf

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clairewritesfanfics · 2 months ago

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Inside an Otoge: Mister Dragon, Let Me Love You Chapter 6

Pairing: Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC!Reader

a/n: I know, I know–it's been 800 years and the jellyfish are walking naked–but before you throw rocks at me, I have a very good reason for not updating in so long; two words: Invincible hole. Anyway, enjoy the chapter! edit: I'm also sorry if I haven't replied to your comments/replies in the previous chapters, it's hard navigating Tumblr replies 🤧

CHAPTER 5 | Series Masterlist <<read the synopsis and trigger warnings first>>

You don’t think you were an envious person. You aren’t completely immune to feelings of inadequacy, but you didn’t spend a lot of time comparing yourself to others. Except for special cases.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Sylus says.

He brought you to a tavern, in a different city this time, brighter and looking more like a Disney theme park than medieval Gotham. Despite his mild grumpiness when the sun is out, Sylus is quite fond of walking around outside, provided that it was the afternoon or near the evening. Before you arrived, he’d been alone, stuck in that sad cave in the Abyss for over a thousand years. Neither of you understood how you managed to free him, but all that matters to Sylus now is that he can stretch his wings whenever he wants–and that he can drag you along. For this trip, you wore a period-appropriate outfit he bought for you, but he didn’t bother putting on anything, saying that his illusion magic would be enough.

When you don’t reply, he calls out your name again.

“What?” You turn away from the slice of cake in front of you.

He raises an eyebrow. “It has been fifteen minutes since you last spoke, and you’re not eating like it’s your last meal today.”

He’s teasing you but you only grin as you pick up your fork. “I was thinking.”

“I gathered as much.”

“Sylus.”

He hums, pouring himself another cup of tea.

“Tell me, what do you think of a person who gets jealous of someone who is not real?”

“What nonsense are you spouting now?”

“You see, even from a young age I liked to read books, some were fairytales and love stories, others were meant to scare me or take me into a journey beyond the stars. At some point, I developed… affection for certain characters.”

“Affection? Are you speaking of romantic love?”

You smile. “Something like that–rather than outright love love, I think it’d be fairer to call it infatuation. It’s silly. I became obsessed with these figures of imagination to the point that I would get angry when they fell in love with other characters.”

You expect him to say something mocking, but instead, he drops a sugar cube into his cup and says, “I don’t think it’s silly.”

“That’s surprising. Most people would call me crazy, after all, what’s more insane than loving something that doesn’t exist?”

“I’m not most people. Desire is simple, humans make it more complicated than it needs to be. It’s far more foolish to lie to ourselves about what we feel.” He shrugs.

“You’re right, it is simple,” you laugh wryly and poke the strawberry on top of your cake.

He watches you. He then sets down his cup and looks at the street. “Fictional people aside, have you experienced true love?”

“No.”

“Huh.”

“Shocked?”

“Yes.” He meets your gaze. “You struck me as a hopeless romantic.”

You laugh for real this time. “It’s precisely because I am a hopeless romantic that I have never experienced that kind of love.”

“I don’t follow.”

“I told you, I like to read. Love that transcends time and space is a common theme for a lot of books.” You stab the cake. You spent most of your life admiring the stars so now, no earthly gem can ever compare. “One would have a higher chance of meeting a mythological creature than finding true love.”

He chuckles.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well, from what you’ve told me about your reality, don’t I qualify as a mythological creature?”

The cake crumbles and you push the pieces apart. “That’s true.”

Ruby eyes fall over to your sulking form.

Sylus clears his throat and looks at the stores. “It’s truly fascinating how much this place has changed since I last remembered.”

Your ears perk up. Since you’ve met him, Sylus has barely shared anything about his childhood or his life a thousand years ago.

“What was it like?” You ask.

A little girl passes by the street with what looks to be her grandfather; her twintails bob with each step she takes. Her head turns and she sees Sylus. Without missing a beat, she offers a toothy grin and waves her arm in greeting.

Sylus weakly raises his hand, the faintest smile evident on his lips.

Satisfied, the girl continues dragging her grandfather around the town.

“It was a little village, barely big enough to house more than maybe 300 people. There used to be a town square where this very tavern stands.” There’s a far off look in his eyes, mind somewhere you cannot see.

Heart aching, you say playfully: “I bet you were a cute kid.”

He snorts. “I was small.”

“I have a hard time picturing that.” The Sylus you came to know is a big guy, not just physically, his presence has a way of enveloping you. When he’s in a room with you, you can’t help but look at him.

“I was a tiny thing,” he continues, “it was ridiculous, really, even the human children were taller than me. My horns and tail and wings used to be much bigger than my body. They feared me, but because I was smaller they still had the guts to throw rocks.”

You hum, watching him reminisce.

After a while, he exhales and looks at you. “Anyway, is there anything you’d like to do today?”

“I’m going for a job search.”

“...what?”

“You’re already letting me live with you for free, not to mention paying for my meals, I figured it’s about time I earn my own money.” You sip on your tea.

“You don’t have to do that.”

You hated your job back on Earth, and you fantasized about living a carefree life without having to worry about rent or food. But you soon discovered that life as a homebody is no fun and games either. As much as you enjoy annoying–ahem, admiring and praising Sylus, staying alone with him for too long is making you feel things. Things that have no place in your heart.

“You can’t–you don’t have to work,” he insists. “I have more gold than I know what to do with, you can use them all you want.”

“As tempting as the offer is–” who doesn’t want to be a handsome dragon’s sugar baby? “–I’ll have to decline for, let’s say, ethical purposes.”

“But–”

“Sylus,” you cut him off, the soft clinking of your teacup on its saucer sounds sharp, like a warning bell. “I’m doing this.”

He is about to protest, but then he catches sight of the bruising on your wrist, so he purses his lips and folds back on his chair. “I’m sorry.”

The Sylus in-game is the epitome of a perfect man: confident, secure, respectful and devoted. But the Sylus sitting in front of you is basically Rapunzel. Over a thousand years spent alone in his tower with no human contact may not have broken his mind, but the gaps in his emotional development are evident. He’s growing too attached. You knew of the consequences of staying with him and you selfishly let it happen. You don’t know how destiny works, but you know that somewhere in the future, there is a world where Sylus can be happy, truly happy with the woman he loves. And you love him too much to rip that away from him, so you will do the right thing and leave before either of you can make a mistake.

***

Sylus doesn’t understand.

Humans work to make money, so they can buy things. From what you told him, you always worried about money, that’s why, even though you loathed your job, you did not stop until you died.

But his cave is full of treasures already. He has enough money to last him for eternity, enough to last the both of you for as long as you live.

He hates that he does not understand. He hates that small trinket shop that hired you, and he hates that human boy–no, the young man who looks at you like… like you just told him really good news and now he can’t stop smiling.

It’s infuriating.

He would never admit this to you, but sometimes–not all the time–he wishes you were a bird. You would be a very adorable bird, he thinks. A loud and cute thing. If you were a bird, he would build you the biggest, most intricate, most beautiful golden cage. Only the best bird seeds and fruits would be given to you. You would never want for anything.

If you were a bird, you could stay with him.

If you were a bird, you wouldn't have to leave ever again.

***

“Everything’s been running more smoothly since you came along,” says Orson as he carries the newest delivery of antiques inside the store. He’s the grandson of the owner and an incredibly polite eighteen-year-old.

“Well, I’m glad you find me satisfactory.” This place isn’t so bad. Compared to your old nine to five, this is easy money. The people are also nice enough. No one calls you an idiot every second and the only other employee, Orson, knows how to pull his weight.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. We used to lose a lot of the smaller stuff, but your–what do you call it, inventory? Your inventory makes it easier to keep track of everything.”

You laugh and help him unload the crates. You fish out the usual knicknacks that are sent to this store: silverware, secondhand books, old toys, a kettle–no.

You rub your whole face.

Orson peers over from his crate and teases, “Dust in your eye again?”

You ignore him and look back at the contents of the box. This can’t be.

He calls your name as you reach inside and carefully pull out a lamp, its gold sheen nowhere to be found under layers of dust and dirt. Wrapped around it is a small, black and red dragon.

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a/n: How’re you guys liking the verb tense change? I know I originally wrote everything in the past tense but since this is set in an otoge I went with the usual present tense used in such games. Or does it feel too awkward? ALSO PLEASE NO SPOILERS ABOUT THE NEWEST ADDITION TO THE MAIN STORY. I have been busy with finals so I still haven't played them.

CHAPTER 7: Coming soon.

Disclaimer: The image of Sylus used in this post does not belong to writerclaire, it is an official image from the game itself.

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