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monstersflashlight · 3 months ago

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Commission for Vamp

A/N: You can find the previous part here. “The fridge?!”

Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || fluff, tooth-rooting fluff, found family (kinda)

You love family dinners with your minotaur family. It always makes you extra giddy to be invited to Ambrose’s weekly family reunion, and this week wasn’t different. You had had a bit of a rough week, but right then and there, you felt cozy and relaxed. You are talking around the coffee table, everyone lounging around the sofas as the girls play around the table.

You are resting your head on Ambrose’s bicep as you talk to your sister in law about her new job. You are trying not to munch too loudly, but the dessert Cyrene made is fucking delicious and you let out a tiny noise that makes Ambrose’s hand tense on your thigh. You smile up at him, knowingly. You can see the way he’s looking at you with hooded eyes, and you know what that means… you are going to get your pussy pounded as soon as you get home.

But for now… You are content just eating some dessert and maybe a bit more alcohol than necessary when one of Ambrose’s nieces, who were playing around pointed at you and whispered to her sister.

Juniper, the older of the two, points to your leg. Your miniskirt rolled up a bit and your thigh is on full display, which meant… “Hey human-auntie,” your heart skips a beat at the cute nickname they gave you, “why do you have a boo-boo in your leg?”

“Huh?” You look down at where she’s pointing. You have a big finger shaped bruise right on your thigh. Your brain starts firing ideas on what to say. “Oh! You see…”

You try to think what to tell them that is not the truth. Because as much as minotaurs are sexually open, you can’t tell the kids that your boyfriend, his uncle, grabbed your hips so hard while he was fucking you that he left finger imprints in your thighs. You wouldn’t say that out loud in front of his family even if there weren’t any kids around, to be completely honest.

“You see… Your uncle Rose was a total hero!” Ambrose, who was looking at you with a knowing smirk almost chokes on his next breath at your statement. His eyes are big and round as he stares at you, not knowing what you were about to say.

“I am?” Ambrose asks between coughs, making you have to bite your lip not to laugh.

“Yes, silly! So, your uncle here was my hero and saved me when I fell the other day.”

“He did?!” Aster almost screams, the little one has the biggest romantic heart, and she’s already smiling, climbing the table to sit in front of you two. Her sister does the same, both of them staring at you as if you are the best storyteller in the world.

“Mmh-hm,” you hum in agreement, “I was climbing on the counter to get to the top cabinet where we store the good cereal,” you look at the kids who look a bit confused, so for their sake you add: “the cereal that tastes reeeal good, not that one that’s just bland, you know which one, right?” They nod frantically, apparently knowing perfectly what you mean even if you don’t. “So I was on the counter, but I still couldn’t get there, so I tried to climb…” You pause for dramatics, and then continue with a hand flourish: “the fridge!”

“The fridge?!” Both of them exclaim in unison, completely shocked by your story. You want to giggle so bad, but you contain, continuing with your story. The adults around the room are looking at you equally shocked.

You look around expecting to see amused smiles and knowing smirks, but everyone is nodding along your story as if it’s completely doable that you climbed a fridge and fell off it. Well, maybe they aren’t wrong, but you are lowkey offended that they all think you would fall. You have good control, you’ve been climbing on counters and furniture all your life. You are a professional. How dare they think you are clumsy? But the kids are looking at you, and there’s no way you are about to explain the adults that the story is just because of Aster and Juniper.

So you continue your tale. “The fridge. You see… I’m a bit shorter than that.” That makes them laugh, knowing full well you are a lot more than a bit shorter comparing to a minotaur-sized fridge.

“What else?” Juniper asks, her little hands resting under her chin, as if every word out of your mouth is the most interesting story she’s ever heard.

“And I was about to get the cereal, my hands were this close,” you get make a pinching motion and suppress a laughter at their surprised big eyes. “And then I slipped!” You clap hard and they let out a tiny squeal that makes everyone around the room laugh. “But don’t worry, your uncle Rose was right there, catching me before I hit the ground. Isn’t he a hero?” You ask the girls.

“YES!” Both girls yell at the same time, making everyone cheer and clap.

You smile at them, bowing to your public as Ambrose huffs bemusedly next to you. You look at him, eyebrows raised, daring him to say anything. He doesn’t, he just leans down and kisses your forehead as the girls start talking about other princesses and heroes, everyone returning to normal conversation.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur, your heart warm and cozy surrounded by your boyfriend’s family. You are more than content by the time Ambrose taps on your shoulder. “Let’s go home, sunshine,” he says in the softest voice. Your heart skips a beat at the tenderness in his eyes. It’s like staring back at the materialization of love for a second.

Your parents in law walk you two to the door as your sister in law tries to wrestle the kids into their jackets. “Try not to fall off any counters again, we’d hate to lose our new daughter,” your father in law says, ruffling your hair as you pass next to him.

Your brain stops processing information and you just stare at him confused. “What?”

“The bruise?” Ambrose’s mom hints, pointing at your leg.

But you aren’t thinking properly. A part of your brain is still trying to process that the big minotaur just said you are a part of the family, his new daughter. Oh no, you are going to cry. Oh no. Your eyes are getting misty and he’s looking at you the same way you look at tiny kittens and you… Yep, you are letting out a tear as you launch yourself to him and hug his middle. Ambrose laughs behind you, resting his back against the wall and staring at the exchange of love, his smile is so big it must hurt.

“Oh honey, why are you crying?” Cyrene, your mother in law, sounds concerned, and when you feel her strong body pressing against your back so you are in a sandwich of minotaur in-laws.

You can only let out a muffled “I love you, guys!” against your minotaur dad (?) pectorals. Ambrose keeps chuckling, and you want to hit his head before you hear a loud screech and there’s little hands grabbing your legs and hugging against you two. The kids.

“We love you human auntie!” Your heart melts a little more if it was even possible.

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blueishspace · 5 months ago

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HermitShift/EmpiresShift

Part 2

Previous part

Impulse (Pearl's role)

(Saint + Scarlet + Regular)

Was part of Evo smp for a short while before meeting Bdubs and joining the Empires server.

Died at the end of Empires after linking his life force to his empire, accidentally ascended to godhood, symbolic flower is the Aster flower.

Joined Hermitcraft in season 8 and joined the boatem crew, just in time for the moon falling.

Won Double Life after being abandoned by his soulmate OVER A CLOCK...no, he is still not over that, thank you for asking.

Has an... interesting relationship with Skizzleman.

Pearl (Cub's role)

(Vex + Old + Regular)

Aussie mad scientist is a pretty interesting combo lmao.

Vex, I headcanon Scar and Cub to not have been born vexes but to have become vexes trough magic, soooo Vex Pearl.

Still wears her hoodie under the lab coat.

Got corrupted by sculk at one point, they told her to stop putting the catalysts on people's bases and she was very compliany... started putting them UNDER the bases instead.

Started going all "cleaning lady" on the permit office and poe poe at one point and ended up becoming the new leader for both.

Cub (Skizz's role)

(Third Life + Regular)

Scar's best friend, has a survival ultrahardcore server with him where they play together and accomplish weird tasks. Why do that when Scar is...well, Scar? You see, that's the point.

Was present in all the life series but always gets out early mostly because he doesn't really care about winning, just causing psychological torment. So like...the opposite of our Skizz.

Joined Hermitcraft in season 10, got roaped into the Poe Poe pretty much randomly, he is very efficient at it though.

Skizz (Gem's role)

(Season 10 + Red Life + Regular)

Just a universe travelling angel, used to be in Empires and have a kingdom of lapis lazuli but that kinda went really badly. He met Impulse there though, that's really important.

Joined Hermitcraft in season 8 , got caught in the moon crashing, you already know that much.

Is not nearly as threatening as Gem? Still fought a lot of people but mostly to actually get better...and it kinda worked? Not as good as like a top pvp'er but still, improvement.

Got betrayed by Impulse, will never forgive, will never forget.

... In season 10 leans a lot more into the pirate aspect then Gem, feels like something he would like.

Gem (Joel's role)

(Last Life + Esmp 2 and 1 + Regular)

Like Scott she has been in many many many smp's.

She did not choose the mesa in Esmp1, she would have rather chosen the mountains but Skizz had already claimed them and doing something new is always fun!... Right?

Did not gain godhood like joel, she just revealed her pre-existing celestial goddess-ness to the other. That's because unlike the convex I do think she was born a celestial and therefore that doesn't change with the roleswap.

Does not go crazy when red like our Joel, no, she fully locks in and that's just as scary. Still took a while to get the win mostly because being hyperfocused on an objective or mission has a tendency to leave you... Vulnerable to surprises.

Hermitcraft season 10's top rated pop star, creating top selling music disks left and right.

#trafficblr #traffic smp #hermitblr #hermitcraft #HermitShift #EmpiresShift #geminitay #skizzleman #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #cubfan135

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fexarii · 2 months ago

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Before I hit the hay and leave to the concrete jungle, I have to post these devious queer lists (like tier list but for the el gee bee tee) I made on VC . I'm tormenting my friend with look outside rn and it will become your problem too, dear reader!

Yes I will explain all of these just uhh scroll down ig

Rustle rustle grabs my papers . Ahem .

Okay I'm following the first tier list's order (besides Sam, he goes first) while I try to remember my reasons at like midnight rn so bear with me here.

Sam is an any pronouns bisexual because he is the self insert protagonist. It would be weird for him to be anything else for that reason alone. Don't tell me I'm wrong for this one or any of these for that matter I WILL kill you IRL with MY ARMY OF SQUIRRELS

Okay anyway Lyle is a cis gay man because at least the mlm part is canon. He doesn't strike me as someone particularly curious about his gender he just rlly wants sam's dick I mean lips. Yeah.

Hellen is a cis but butch lesbian ! She has lesbian energy I think she and Sam can be Yuri if you squint really hard. I have a reason as to why she's cis but you'll have to go through my 7 woke opinions to hear why.

Leigh is also a lesbian because hi Hellen x Leigh nation I see you. Also she/they/it is a diabolical pronoun line up, don't think I've ever met someone with those pronouns who doesn't bite people irl. She would bite your lips off if you tried to kiss her so like don't do that okay? Okay.

SHE'S CUT OFF IN BOTH IMAGES BUT THAT'S BERYL. TRANSFEMME LESBIAN BECAUSE OF A FUNNY MEME I SAW ABOUT TOP SURGERY OKAY THAT'S THE ONLY REASON BACK OFF

SAME GOES FOR FREDERIC EXCEPT ITS THE LINE "DEPENDING ON THE TIME OF DAY THE FRENCH GO EITHER WAY" I had to make sure that aligned properly with my dope as hell animatic (I'M WORKING ON IT). Also he's kinda transition goal so he gets to be transmasc tralalalala

Aster I imagined using Tumblr . Like the way he talks reminds me of Tumblr users, as a Tumblr user using Tumblr rn. Why does that matter? Idk bro but have you ever met a cishet person here? Yeah that's what I thought.

Okay Dan was like the second one I did. He gave me the energy of my former high school cishet classmates that would grab each other's asses but claim that they were just friends like okay bro whatever you say ig

With Jeanne I had the idea of her having been in a situationship with a biker back in the 90s and it just left her kinda confused, I think she has bigger things to worry about atm

AURELIUS' TWINK TIER HAS CONTEXT BUT I FORGOT WHAG IT WAS I think I made like a joke that the way he talks reminded me of TikTok femboys and my friend pinned the message in our chat and yeah so he got his own special tier, gj Aurelius!

Papineau was hard but my friend convinced me of them being enby cuz of the whole janitor thing so congrats you've been promoted to he/they. Also aroace cuz dawg's too occupied with cleaning to worry about relationships

Roach and Morton are both bugs and I don't think bugs really conform to our standards of love and gender plus they're too busy trying to not get eaten by rat baby rn

Xaria and Monty swapped genders back in highschool and one time I saw someone say that they're qpr together and god that's so true to me, thanks kind stranger for your wisdom

Ernest is a transition goal so same thing as Frederic, to the transmasc tier with you. Additionally! I think he doesn't really worry too much about finding love again because he has this whole muse thing going on. He liked this lady once, she's probably dead now and he sings songs about missing her. See my vision,,, (I love Ernest so much I might be his only fan)

Sybil doesn't remember jackshit but she's straight and she's transfemme, not that that matters much considering she's like all slopped now but good for her (in my head she once looked like elendira from the trigun manga,,)

I used cute moth philippe here but I was referring to the evil fungus. The evil fungus belongs into the derogatory tier because fuck you

Jasper... Let it go bro... That's the only reason he's in derogatory and also I don't think he's trans, he would watch conspiracy theory shorts

Oh yeah then the kids. Kids can be gay! I was very bi when I was younger . But ranking them in the sexuality list felt kinda weird so I just didn't do it. Rat baby got put into xeno tier because it doesn't have any gendered pronouns, does it even have a gender, is it even aware full stop?

Okay that's all I got, this post is so long. It's late so if I missed anyone chew me up in the tags idm . If u disagree lmk as well cuz I'm very much a multi-hc person and I am very agreeable. Though I'm always right so like heh I'm not expecting THAT to happen... (I hope you can tell that this shit is so unsrs)

Gn look outside nation... Sincerely, Benny mcSluggins

#look outside #look outside game #fex yips and yaps #i proofread this but i think im dyslexic #so i look over typos frequently #if i missed anything again just Yell at me NOW

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bunji-enthusiast · 2 months ago

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Bunji I was wondering if you’ve seen Rise of the Guardians

And was hoping you could make reader like North/Santa or Bunny or even Tooth or Pitch I think they would be fun to write and read

(I feel like Sandman would be like Groot and I font want you to make doubles and I feel like Jack would be super easy to write and he’s everyone’s favorite but I wouldn’t mind if you decide to write either of them)

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

Bunnymund!reader

Summary || Somewhere between dimensions—where Spring kisses the void and reality feels like soft soil underfoot. The air is heavy with residual magic and fractured molecules, the kind of place that shouldn’t exist…but does, because you do.

Note // funny you say this, cause I already had something in the works for Bunnymund!Reader for this thing! I love, love this movie with my heart. Definitely a timeless piece ❤️

You don’t remember falling. But you remember landing.

Sharp. Sudden. Like your name was ripped from the wind and tossed into this world without a warning.

The crater you made is still steaming when she floats down.

Atom Eve. All will and pink light. Her hair rides the breeze like a flame not quite ready to burn out. She's cautious, her hands flickering with latent transmutation energy. Not a villain, not a victim—but unsure if you're either.

You flick your ear. Dust yourself off. Aster Bunnymund doesn’t do ‘damsel’ and certainly doesn’t do ‘defenseless.’

“Alright,” you say, stepping forward, claws flexed just a little, your boomerangs humming low on your back. “Which galactic gremlin decided it'd be real cute to hijack the Easter Bunny mid-delivery route?”

Eve cocks a brow. “You talk. That’s new.”

You smirk. “So do you. Should I clap?”

“Are you�� a kangaroo?”

The air stills.

You tap your foot twice. A flash of light, and a tunnel opens behind you, lined in wildflowers and softly glowing eggs. You don’t go through. Not yet. But you let her see.

“You bite your tongue, sheila,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “I’m a Pooka. Guardian of Hope. Bringer of Spring. The original chocolate alchemist. And definitely not your average marsupial.”

Her eyes flick to the ground, registering the blooms sprouting beneath your feet—life, actualized by magic and intent.

Then back to your eyes. “Right. Definitely not average.”

You sense her hesitation. Not fear. Curiosity, laced with that righteous concern heroes carry like second skin.

“Look,” she starts, her voice gentler now, “I thought you were a threat. Some kind of illusion—this place messes with matter. You fell through a quantum rip that shouldn’t even be here. Which… doesn’t explain the sentient eggs.”

“Oi. Barry and the boys are sensitive. Don’t call ‘em eggs.”

The sentient eggs in question hop into formation behind you, saluting Eve with wobbly pride.

She tries not to laugh. Fails. “Okay. That’s… kinda adorable.”

You roll your eyes.

“Fine,” you sigh, finally relaxing. “Not here to fight. Was delivering some Hope to a struggling planet—next thing I know, boom. Spliced sideways through a transdimensional chocolate storm and now I'm talking to a bio-alchemist in a pink cape who nearly atomized me on arrival.”

She floats down fully now, feet touching the ground with a quiet crunch of flower petals.

“Sorry,” she says, sincere. “I don’t usually go full defense mode unless I’m—”

“Stressed?”

She blinks. “Yeah. How’d you know?”

You tilt your head. “You glow differently when you’re carrying too much. Hope’s a tricky thing. Harder to hold when it’s not your own.”

There’s a pause. A silence. One of those rare, golden ones.

Then she says, “How’d I get so lucky?”

You shrug, flashing a half-smile. “Maybe the universe thinks you needed a reminder. Or maybe…” You gesture at the blooming life between you. “Maybe Hope shows up where it’s most at risk of being lost.”

She doesn’t answer. Not with words.

But she nods, slow and soft, and for a second, you both just stand there—two beings carved by magic and trauma and too many choices, meeting not as enemies, not even as allies. Just as beings who get it.

You tap your foot once. A tunnel flares open.

“Take care, Atom Eve,” you say, stepping toward the glow. “And if you ever need a bit of Hope again…” You wink. “Just look for the chocolate.”

And with that, the Guardian of Hope vanishes into the soil.

Spring lingers in your wake.

Somewhere on the outskirts of a war-torn city, where spring never had the chance to bloom. The sky is smeared with ash and steel-gray clouds. Blasted concrete and shattered windows sprawl like broken bones. Inside a crumbling clinic, laughter echoes—soft, weak, and impossibly brave.

They’re just kids. Orphaned. Sick. A few too young to understand what war means. But they believe in you.

And that’s more powerful than any weapon.

And, you’re bleeding.

Not badly—but enough. A slash across the arm from one of those shadow-stitched mercs, the kind of thing that smells like sulfur and broken dreams. Hired muscle. Or worse—Fearlings in disguise.

But you don’t move. You crouch low in front of the children, boomerangs already humming, glowing faintly in your palms.

They cower behind you. A girl tugs on your fur. “Bunny?”

“Shh. Gotcha, darl’, don’t worry.”

You flick your wrist.

A bladed boomerang arcs into the night, cracking into one of the creeping figures slinking across the rooftop. It falls in a burst of ash and bone.

The others don’t run. They laugh.

Too many. Even for you.

But you're the Guardian of Hope, dammit. You don’t run either.

You push the kids back toward the cracked stairwell, the one you reinforced with roots and a bit of stubborn magic. Not much time. Not much strength left.

And then—A ripple in the air. A pink shimmer. A shift.

And suddenly they’re gone.

Not the kids—the shadows.

They implode, flash-fried into bursts of energy and torn atoms. You blink, senses whirling.

And there she is.

Atom Eve.

Hovering in the ash, surrounded by a corona of light and fury.

Eyes glowing, palms still hot from the transmutation. Hair snapping behind her like a banner of war.

“You again,” you mutter, straightening with a wince. “Told you to look for chocolate, not carnage.”

She lands next to you, quick scan of the kids huddled behind your barrier. Her eyes soften. Then harden again as more figures crawl from the smoke.

“Guess I was looking for both.”

One of the mercs lunges. You step into it, elbow crackling against its ribs, and spin a kick that launches it back toward a waiting construct of hers—an energy spike that spears it midair.

“Nice form,” she murmurs.

“Yours ain’t bad either.”

Then: a pause.

“They’re sick,” you say suddenly, voice low as the ground shakes beneath another blast. “Some of ‘em don’t have much time. But they believe. They still believe.”

“I saw.” Her jaw clenches. “That’s why I’m here.”

You fight side by side. Like it’s instinct. Like you’ve done it a hundred times before.

Boomerangs whip through shadow.

Constructs burn holes in the dark.

You summon roots from below—twisting vines of life that bind and break the enemy—and she builds shields around the children, hexagons of raw will and pink brilliance.

The battle burns hot, fast, and then—

Still.

Just rubble. Breathing. And the tiny sound of coughing behind you. You crouch by the kids again. One hands you a melted egg, soft and slightly lumpy.

“You dropped this,” he says.

You smile—tired, cracked, but real.

“Thanks, mate.”

Eve walks over, sits beside you in the dust.

“You always do this?” she asks, watching the children settle back down, laughing despite the ruins.

“Only on Tuesdays,” you grunt. “And maybe when the world’s got the nerve to forget what Hope looks like.”

She doesn’t speak for a while.

Then, soft: “You shouldn’t have had to do it alone.”

You glance over.

‘Neither should you.’ You think. You nudge the egg toward her. “Go on. Eat it. Might turn you into a rabbit.”

She laughs, actually laughs, and takes a bite.

“You’re insane,” she says.

“Probably,” you reply. “But Hope usually is.”

The wind is calmer now. The smoke from the fight drifts upward in lazy curls, not frantic anymore—just memory. Shadows retreat into their holes when the light’s too strong, and right now, there's nothing brighter than the kids’ laughter.

You sit on a broken chunk of concrete, one leg stretched out, the other bent, arm resting casually over your knee like you didn’t just take down half a strike team with glowing boomerangs and sheer obstinance.

The smallest of the kids—Lani, maybe six—climbs into your lap without asking. You don’t flinch. Don’t pull away.

You just smile, slow and fond, like this is the part you actually came for.

“Bunny,” she says, whispering like she thinks it’s a secret. “When I grow up, can I be magic too?”

You chuckle, adjusting your arm so she’s more comfortable.

“‘Course you can,” you say. “Already are. You laughed during a war. That’s top-tier sorcery.”

She giggles, muffling it in your fur.

Eve watches from a few feet away, leaning on the edge of the clinic wall. She doesn’t try to interrupt. She just watches, her arms folded, but not in that defensive way—not anymore.

There's a softness in her face that wasn't there when you first met. It’s cautious. Thoughtful. A little sad.

You look over and catch her eye.

“Something on your mind, love?” you ask, voice low but not unkind.

Eve hesitates, then walks over slowly. She crouches near the kids, but keeps a respectful distance, like she doesn’t want to disrupt the magic.

“How do you do it?” she asks, barely above a whisper. “They’re hurting. The world’s burning down around them, and still... they laugh. You make them laugh.”

You shrug a little. “Hope ain’t a shield, Eve. Not really. It’s… a seed. A fragile little thing you plant in the worst dirt, with barely any light. You don’t tell it what to be. You just give it a chance.”

She lets that sit for a beat. Her eyes flick to Lani, then the others playing with your eggshell constructs, turning them into crowns and pretend swords.

“I’ve tried to fix things,” she says. “Big things. Buildings. Systems. Families. I can rewrite molecules but not�� not what people carry in them. Not always.”

You tap your claw against your chest, just once.

“’Cause you’re trying to heal cracks by covering ‘em in steel. Doesn’t work. Not when what people need is to remember why it’s worth fixing in the first place.”

Eve looks at you. Really looks.

And something clicks behind her eyes.

Not a solution. Just… space. Space for something new to grow. Lani suddenly looks up at her.

“You’re the pink spark lady, right?”

Eve blinks. “Uh… yeah. That’s me.”

“You were really cool,” the kid says. “You made the bad guy pop like a balloon!”

Eve smiles, surprised at herself. “Thanks. I was kinda hoping no one noticed how shaky my hands were.”

“I did,” says a boy behind her, grinning through missing teeth. “You were shaking, but you didn’t stop.”

Eve exhales slowly. That means more than she expected.

You give her a small nod.

“See? Told you. Magic.”

She looks at you again, not with awe—but with something gentler.

Respect. Maybe even belief.

“...You know,” she says, “I think I get it now.”

You grin.

“No you don’t.”

She frowns. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t get it,” you repeat, standing slowly as Lani slides off your lap. “Not yet. You’re startin’ to. But the real secret is you never fully get it. You just keep showing up.”

A beat. Then you add, “You gonna keep showing up?”

Eve looks down at her hands. Then at the kids. Then back to you.

“Yeah,” she says. “I think I am.”

The kids are asleep now. Safe. Tucked under makeshift blankets, heads resting on one another, small chests rising and falling. Eve stands by the doorway, arms folded, eyes scanning the distant skyline. And you—well, you’re still seated, sharpening the edge of a boomerang that doesn’t really need sharpening. Just something to do with your hands.

That’s when the hum starts.

Low. Unnatural.

A moment later, a distortion peels into the air with a flicker of blue light. A thin ripple opens like a tear in fabric—and a man steps through.

Long coat. Balding head. A wicked scar running down his jaw. Cool green light from a teleportation badge still flickering on his collar.

Cecil Stedman.

Your ears twitch.

You feel the shift in the air before he speaks. Not malice. Not even threat. Just calculation. Cold as steel.

“You're taller in person,” Cecil says, looking right at you.

You stay seated, brushing a few egg fragments from your lap. “And you're more wrinkled than the rumors.”

He doesn’t laugh. But the corner of his mouth moves, like it almost happened.

Eve turns slightly, but doesn’t speak yet. Just watches. Like she’s weighing something.

Cecil’s eyes scan the scene. The kids. The cracked earth. The torn-open shadows that haven’t quite dissolved.

“I saw the fight,” he says. “Drone footage. Satellite pings. You held your own.”

“Did more than that,” you mutter. “These little ones are still breathin’, aren’t they?”

Cecil nods once. Slowly. Like he’s filing away the confirmation in a long ledger of debts and dangerous favors.

“Hope,” he says after a beat. “That’s what you’re about, right?”

You glance at him. “That a problem?”

“No. It’s inefficient. Messy. Wildly unpredictable.” He pauses. “But it works. Sometimes.”

There’s a longer silence. Eve shifts, finally stepping in.

“What do you want, Cecil?”

He looks at her. Not surprised. Not threatened either. But there's a flicker of... awareness. A different kind of calculation now.

“You,” he says plainly. “And him.”

You snort. “What, the GDA looking to hire a rabbit now?”

“I’m looking for results. You got them.” He steps forward, one boot crushing an empty eggshell. “I’ve got too many variables on the board, and not enough people who know how to work outside the rules without setting the board on fire.”

Eve folds her arms tighter. “You want us to work with you?”

“No. I want you to work near me,” Cecil says. “I know better than to try and leash a wildfire. But I also know you’ve both seen what’s coming. You feel it, even if you can’t name it yet.”

You look up slowly.

“…Pitch,” you murmur. “Or somethin’ worse. Somethin’ whisperin’ to the broken pieces of this world.”

Cecil doesn’t blink. “I don’t care if it’s called Pitch or the goddamn Boogeyman. If it threatens Earth, it goes in the ground.”

The air’s quiet again. Except for the soft breathing of the kids. You flick your boomerang into its holster with a clean snap.

“You don’t believe in what I do,” you say. “But you’re not stupid enough to ignore it.”

Cecil’s voice is low. “I don’t believe in magic eggs. Or flower-covered boomerangs. But I believe in results. You saved these kids. That earns respect. And maybe… a line I can call when the sky starts cracking.”

Eve glances at you.

You meet her eyes.

There’s no need to speak.

You just stand. Tall. Dust-covered. Ears twitching in the wind.

Then: “We’re not soldiers.”

Cecil nods. “Good. I’ve got too many of those already.”

He turns, raising his badge. Light flickers. But before he disappears, he looks back once.

“I’ll be in touch.”

Then he's gone. Just the wind again.

Eve exhales. “He’s the kind of guy who puts a knife in your hand and tells you it’s for the greater good.”

You nod. “Aye. But if the blade’s comin’ either way… might as well decide where to aim it.”

Eve chuckles dryly. “And here I thought I was the jaded one.”

You grin. “I’m ancient, love. Comes with the ears.”

The world is quiet here. Not because it’s peaceful—but because it’s trying to be. The kind of quiet that grows in between the cracks of heartbreak and healing.

You hadn’t planned to stop.

You were passing through—tunnel to tunnel, root to root, delivering hand-painted eggs and tiny woven charms of spring to a few kids at the hospital down the block. You were meant to disappear again. Back into the warren. No attachments.

But something held you here. A tug.

Hope sometimes plants itself in strange soil.

She’s kneeling in the garden bed, sleeves rolled up, dirt under her nails, hair tied in a lazy bun. The green shirt she wears looks lived-in—creases from cradling a baby, wrinkles from sighing too hard, maybe. There's a tiny little shovel in one hand and a ceramic rabbit figurine tucked between a patch of marigolds.

Your nose twitches.

“Symbolic, or just seasonal?” you ask from the fence.

She startles, turns—but doesn’t flinch. That’s rare. Most people do.

Her eyes lock onto yours with practiced wariness. The kind you only learn after losing something you thought was real.

Debbie Grayson.

You recognize her from the files North once handed you. And from the grief that trails behind her like a whisper in the breeze.

She squints at you, shading her eyes. “You’re not exactly hiding. Big, fluffy, and wearing what looks like boomerang holsters.”

You smirk. “Only the finest Outback leather.”

She stands, brushing her palms on her jeans. “So, what are you? Magic rabbit? Alien? Fever dream?”

“All three, if the day’s long enough.”

There’s a beat. Then, surprisingly, she laughs. A quiet, tired sound, but real.

You hop over the fence without a word, landing soft on the mulch beside her. “You’re Debbie.”

She nods. “And you’re real, apparently.”

“Name’s Bunnymund. E. Aster, if you’re formal.”

Her brow lifts. “Like the Easter Bunny?”

“Guardian of Hope,” you say with a half-bow and a twirl of one ear. “Not just eggs and chocolates. Though I do pride myself on presentation.”

Debbie leans back against the edge of a raised bed. There’s something sharper in her gaze now, like she’s connecting dots.

“You’re not here for Mark.”

“Nope.”

“Not for Cecil?”

You shake your head. “Never been fond of secret labs and grim philosophies. Man smells like old smoke and newer regret.”

That gets a full laugh from her, this time. She covers her mouth.

You take a seat beside a tomato plant, careful not to crush the stems. “I stopped by to see some kids. One of them said her mom used to tell her spring comes early if you smile hard enough. That sounded like magic to me.”

Debbie’s smile fades slightly. “That sounds like something I’d say to Mark. When he was little.”

You glance at her sideways. “You’re still sayin’ things like that. Just takes longer for the echoes to come back.”

There’s quiet between you. The kind that doesn't need to be filled.

She watches the breeze flutter through the wind chimes hanging by a wooden post. “Do you ever get used to it?”

“Losing someone you thought was unshakable?” you ask, ears low.

She nods.

“No,” you say gently. “But you get stronger around the shape of the hole.”

Debbie looks down at her hands. “I thought I married a good man. A hero. Turns out he was just… playing the part.”

“He was loved,” you say. “That part was real. Even if he didn't deserve it the way you hoped.”

She doesn’t answer. Just presses her fingers into the soil.

You reach into your satchel and pull out a small wooden egg. Painted in delicate brushstrokes—flowers, vines, tiny stars. You offer it to her.

“What’s this?” she asks.

“Hope. Takes different forms. Sometimes it’s a promise. Sometimes it’s just... the courage to keep showing up.”

She takes it slowly, like it might disappear if she touches it wrong.

“You’re stronger than he ever was,” you say softly. Debbie looks at you as you stand.

“I’ll be around,” you add. “If you ever need help. Or someone who still believes in good men. Even if they’re hard to find.”

You tap your foot once. A shimmer of light, and a tunnel begins to open beneath you.

She steps forward, voice quiet but steady. “Thank you.”

You pause just before disappearing.

“You keep planting,” you say. “I’ll keep watch.”

And then—gone.

Just wind, earth, and the quiet sound of chimes in a garden where grief and growth now share roots.

Chicago sleeps fitfully below, the sky strung up with restless stars. Streetlights flicker like uncertain thoughts. Somewhere between yesterday’s grief and tomorrow’s storm, you return.

You step out of the tunnel not with a bang, but with the soft whisper of dew on grass. The roof creaks beneath your weight—not built for seven-foot Pookas, but holding firm like everything else in Debbie’s life lately.

She’s already up here.

Wrapped in a coat two sizes too big—probably Nolan’s. There’s a glass of something amber by her side, untouched.

She doesn’t look surprised when she sees you.

“I was hoping you’d come back,” she says. Not like someone asking for a miracle—more like someone who knew the wind would shift eventually.

You tilt your head. “Rooftop stargazing. Classic grief move.”

She lets out a breath that’s halfway to a chuckle. “You’re not wrong.”

You sit beside her. Careful not to crack a tile. “It’s quieter up here. Easier to pretend the world makes sense when it’s small beneath your feet.”

Debbie leans forward, eyes tracing the skyline. “Mark’s gone. Off-world with Eve. I told him it was the right call, but—”

Her voice breaks, just for a second. “God, he’s still just a kid. My kid.”

You say nothing. Just let the moment be.

Debbie reaches for the glass. Holds it. Doesn’t drink.

“They left yesterday,” she says. “The GDA gave me the usual: ‘classified mission, planetary risk, he'll be fine.’ But I saw Cecil’s eyes. No one is ever just ‘fine’ when he’s involved.”

She turns to look at you now. Direct. Unblinking.

“I don’t need a bedtime story. I need to know if there’s anything you can do. You’re not from here. You’ve probably seen things we haven’t even dreamed of.”

You lean forward, arms resting on your knees. “I don’t work for Cecil. I don’t track missions. I don’t answer to flags or labs or secret satellites.” Then softer, “But I listen.”

Debbie exhales slowly. “And what do you hear?”

You close your eyes.

A hundred whispers ripple through the air—joy, dread, faith, pain. But one stands out: a flickering thread of hope that bends but doesn’t break.

“Your son’s still burning bright,” you say. “He’s scared. Determined. Holding the line.”

Her lips tighten. “So I just wait?”

“No,” you say. “You hold. You stay strong so he has something to come home to.”

There’s a long pause.

“I don’t feel strong,” she admits.

You reach into your satchel and hand her something—a pendant made of twined silvergrass, woven with delicate threads of moonlight.

“What’s this?” she asks, fingers tracing its soft spiral.

“Anchored hope,” you say. “You wear it when you’re scared, or angry, or tired of being the one who holds everyone else together. It won’t fix the pain, but... it reminds you why you endure it.”

Debbie closes her hand around it.

“Will it help?” she asks quietly.

You look at her—not the sadness, not the strength—but her, the full weight of all she’s endured and still choosing to stay kind.

“It already is,” you answer.

Silence settles in again, not awkward this time—just shared.

Then she says, “You’re not what I expected.”

You grin. “Few of us are.”

You stand to leave, but before you vanish into the earth again, she speaks once more.

“Come by again,” she says. “Even if it’s just for tea.”

You give a half-bow, one paw to your chest. “You got it, Debbie Grayson. And if tea turns into smashing the occasional lab or decking a morally grey GDA director—well, I’m flexible.”

She actually laughs, you disappear beneath the stars.

And above, a mother wraps her coat tighter, pendant in her hand, eyes on the sky—not waiting anymore, but holding.

Holding fast.

Within the week, Mark and Eve are back. Battered. Changed. Alive. Chicago breathes a little easier tonight, but the air still hums like a string pulled too tight. You feel it the moment you step through the tunnel into her backyard — the tension hasn’t left, it’s just wearing a different face.

You don’t knock. You never need to. The ground splits gently beneath your feet, and you step out beside the flowerbeds Debbie had finally gotten around to replanting. Poppies. You remember — she told you they were her mother’s favorite.

The back door creaks open before you can move.

Debbie leans on the frame, mug in her hand, tired warmth in her eyes.

“I figured I’d see you again,” she says, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Come on in, unless you’ve got some mystical rule about doorways.”

You grin. “Only when dealing with vampires and bureaucrats.”

She actually laughs. That’s new. And healing.

You duck under the frame, careful not to knock anything over, and follow her to the kitchen. There’s a kettle warming. The scent of ginger and chamomile floats through the room.

“They’re upstairs,” she says, before you can ask. “Mark’s asleep. Eve’s pretending she doesn’t need rest. She’ll crash in an hour.”

She sets a second mug in front of you. “Thought you might want something warm.”

You tilt your head. “You brew tea for interstellar rabbits often?”

She smirks. “Only the ones who leave hope charms on my roof.”

You take a sip. “I hear those are limited edition.”

Silence laps at the edge of the moment. Comfortable now. Familiar.

Then, Debbie speaks again — softer.

“You were right, you know. About holding fast.”

You glance at her. She’s not looking at you, just watching the steam rise from her cup.

“I didn’t know how I’d do it. Not after Nolan. Not after everything he said to Mark. But then Mark came home, and he looked at me like... like he still needed me to be his anchor. Not just his mom. But his safe place.”

She looks up, eyes glistening—not with tears this time, but with something brighter. “So I held. And he came back. And I didn’t fall apart.”

You reach into your satchel, pull out a single egg. Painted in soft blues and greens, with a blooming tree etched across the shell in gold leaf. You slide it toward her.

“Spring’s not just a season. It’s a promise,” you say. “That even after the harshest winter, things can grow again.”

Debbie touches the egg gently, reverently. “Thank you, Bunny.”

You lean back in the chair, resting one foot over the other.

“You’re welcome, Debbie Grayson.”

She finishes her tea in silence, and you sit there together a while longer. No world-ending crises. No gods or monsters. Just two people — one human, one Pooka — breathing the same quiet air and watching the future grow roots beneath them.

The sun barely stretches through the windows, painting the walls in soft golds and peach-colored light. Somewhere upstairs, a floorboard creaks. Quiet footfalls. Slower than usual — sore, likely — but familiar all the same.

You're still seated at the kitchen table. Debbie’s already left, humming something to herself as she busied with breakfast. She hasn’t said much, just the occasional look, like she was still trying to believe things were calm enough for a morning this normal.

You feel him before you hear him.

Mark.

He’s moving carefully, like he’s not sure if his body’s ready to be up again. A low groan escapes as he comes into the kitchen, one hand rubbing at his shoulder.

His eyes land on you. He blinks, and again.

“...You’re still here?”

You offer a crooked grin, ears flicking in mock offense. “Hey, I brew a mean cup of chamomile.”

Mark’s face twitches — he’s trying not to smile. He fails.

He pulls a chair, sits slowly. Winces a little.

“I figured you’d disappear like you always do after everything cools down.”

“I was going to,” you say, resting your paws on the table. “But then I remembered someone owes me a rematch in bowling.”

Mark chuckles — hoarse, tired, but real. “You still cheated. You can’t hover the ball all the way to the pins.”

“Not my fault you never specified Earth rules.”

Silence settles for a moment. Not heavy, not awkward — just the kind that comes when you’ve both been to war and made it home.

Then Mark speaks, voice softer.

“Thanks for showing up.”

You look at him. Really look.

There’s still blood dried along the hem of his sleeve. Bruises darken under his eyes. But it’s his expression that catches you — worn, but clearer than it’s been in months. Like something inside finally stopped spiraling.

“Any time,” you say. “Especially if kids are involved. You did good, Mark.”

He glances down, jaw working.

“I didn’t feel like it. I got so—” His hands curl into fists. “I wanted to kill them. I almost did. I don’t think I even cared if I made it out.”

You lean forward.

“But you did. And you didn’t lose yourself. That’s what matters.”

He meets your eyes, searching for something in them. Something that says he isn’t alone in that kind of rage.

“What if it happens again?” he asks, quieter now. “What if I stop holding back?”

You tilt your head. “Then you lean on the people who remind you who you are.”

A beat.

“That includes me, by the way.”

Mark exhales, a slow smile forming. “Thanks, Bunny.”

You shrug, pawing a bit of toast from the tray. “Besides, I’m technically your emotional support cryptid at this point. Comes with the cape.”

Footsteps again. Eve.

She enters in a too-big sweatshirt and messy hair, still pretending not to be sore.

“Of course you’re still here,” she mutters, but there’s no venom in it. Just affection.

Mark glances between you both. “We’re doing pancakes or what?”

You grin.

“Only if I get the first one.”

Eve plops down beside Mark, elbow nudging his ribs — gently, though he still flinches with a groan. You smirk into your mug.

“Tough guy,” she teases.

“Don’t start,” Mark groans. “I’m lucky I’m not still in traction.”

“You’d heal in like… ten minutes.”

“Not the point, Eve.”

Before either of them can escalate into their usual back-and-forth, Debbie reappears from the hall, balancing a large plate of pancakes like it’s an Olympic sport. She’s already smiling when she sees the three of you sitting there — her expression softens in a way that feels... earned.

“Good,” she says. “You’re all here.”

She sets the plate in the middle of the table, and somehow it’s exactly the kind of pancakes that tell you you’re safe: golden, fluffy, warm. A few have smiley faces burned into them — probably for Oliver, but you nudge one onto your plate like you’re claiming treasure.

“Maple?” you ask innocently, peering up at her.

Debbie rolls her eyes, grabbing the syrup bottle and tossing it to you. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Eve reaches over to snatch one of the smiley pancakes before you can. “I saw that first.”

“You cheated, I sniffed it out.”

“You don’t even have a nose under all that fur!”

You both pause.

Mark points a fork at you. “Wait. Do you? Actually? Because I’ve been wondering—”

Debbie slaps a hand on the table, firm. “No anatomy talk at breakfast.”

Everyone freezes. Then laughs.

It’s… light. The kind of laughter that doesn’t come from jokes, but from relief. From being here. From being alive.

Mark tucks into his pancakes with a quiet hum, chewing slower than usual — thoughtful.

“You know,” he says, glancing around the table, “I can’t remember the last time it felt like this.”

“Like what?” Eve asks, leaning her head on her hand.

“Normal,” he says. “Not perfect, but… normal.”

You don’t say anything — you just nod.

Debbie stands behind him, running a hand through his hair without saying a word. The gesture makes him still. Then, almost shyly, he leans into it.

Eve watches him. Then glances at you. “Thanks for not vanishing this time,” she says.

You grin between bites. “Can’t vanish on an empty stomach.”

Debbie moves back to the stove, and as she does, she speaks without turning.

“You’re welcome here,” she says. “As long as you need.”

You pause mid-chew.

It’s quiet again — but this time it’s that same warmth from earlier. The kind you can sit in for a long time and not want to leave.

Mark catches your gaze.

And you know, in that moment, he believes it too.

#invincible fluff #invincible fanfic #invincible crossover #invincible #invincible x y/n #invincible x you #invincible x reader

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somberine · 2 months ago

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would love to see your jasper!

I wasn't kidding when I said he needed the energy of a professor who was really going through it every single day of his life

I picture Jasper as rather old in comparison to the other astronomers in the group (Age from oldest to youngest in my mind being Sybil -> Jasper -> Beryl -> Aurelius -> Aster)

I don't imagine that if he was cursed, it would be by much, given the fact that Beryl probably would have said 'oh yeah hes really messed up under there', so I kept what was cursed the the minimum (eyes + hands) Hes kinda lanky and sort of short. Iirc hes not actually the shortest of the bunch (if you put their sprites side by side I think its actually Aurelius who is?? with Beryl as the tallest??) but I think him being a really, really malnourished short guy a tad bit insane about finding meaning in the loss of his friend/partner/whatever Sybil was to him is fitting in my own head.

Probably not a 'finalized' design bc I have more ideas in mind for him and I'm not Super Happy with how he looks, but he gets the idea across well enough for me hehe. I've drawn Beryl too but I'm sort of rotating her more before I post her at all.

#crow scribbles stuff #look outside game #look outside jasper #look outside sybil #<- Since shes technically there too #I told Doc (partner) that hes like a pokemon professor who looks like hes going to be evil but isnt to me #I Meant to draw him with his mask too but fumbled and forgot so no mask RIP

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wings-of-ink · 6 months ago

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Alright, everyone!

HERE ARE THE ASKS YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

Below the cut are the asks and my answers/responses. I do apologize for not answering these individually, but some of them contain spoilers for chapter 5 content. Given the developments and reveals of the chapter, I want to let things simmer a bit before I pop off responses like normal.

If my Nonies listed below want to pop back into the ask box and let me know they got their answer, I would appreciate that, but you don't have to either (or if you have an additional question or comment, that's fine too!). I will reblog this a few times to make sure you have a higher chance of spotting it.

I numbered the Asks and put my answers in another color so you can tell things apart a bit easier. This is a trial run on answering these this way. I will also tag things for spoilers. ^_^

Anon: "There's a she-wolf in the closet" made me laugh so hard I cried sdfjglkjl I was not expecting that out of nowhere 🤣😭 the temptation to name the wolf Shakira...............immense.

I'm so glad you got that reference! My husband and I sing that song to each other with the little "awoos" and all, lol. It was too good to pass up. Fun fact, if you name her Shakira, Oswin has a unique response.

2. Anon: Hmmm. "I like the name Aster I'll probably use it again" HMMMMM hMMMMM hmmmMMMM Is this new Aster the ??? RO

Remembered that, did ya 😁 (I was quietly cackling when I wrote that for the old ask). You questioning Aster just makes me want to mess with you Nony, you can't tempt me like this!

3. Anon: Aster is so hawt, carressing our cheek w his thumb???? "i wont hurr you" pls let him be an ro bc gah damnnnn

Glad that did it for you, Anon, lol. There will be more of that in store. ^_^

4. Ravioli anon here, hope you remember me LOL I just finished reading the new chapter and I HAD A BLAST The whole gang in here now!!!!!! Aster is no longer question marks!!!! (I will admit when they were introcuded I almost, ALMOST expected their name in game to just be ???)

Hello Ravioli! Still chuckling about that I hope you know. The temptation was unreal to leave ??? in there, lol. At this point, even I know him more by that than his name!

Also to keep up with my perfect choice of names, my she-wolf is now named Der, because together we are Ravi and Der Get it, Ravi 'n Der. Consider this as a way to honor our dear grandma we were named after by our loving dads, you'll never be forgotten, you girlboss of a woman

OMG, you are killing me over here, lol. This makes me want to code something for that, lol. Just your fathers shaking their heads at your MC while still being kinda amused and weirdly proud. Grandmother Ravinder would glare at you, but smile later.

5. @origamihoshi: Screaming about the necklace Oswin gives MC, my headcanon about MC wearing the snail shell as a necklace can now be canon! and I guess more reasons for my MC to be down bad for Oswin oops. I'm loving the update! I'm so happy to finally meet Rune, I love them so much! I wanna befriend them all. and I feel like there's been a good balance to spend time with all the characters so far and that makes me really happy. 😌Also cuddling with Zahn was so sweet oh my god, I love them so much too! I got so many more questions about MC and the curse, and the mark for that matter, looking forward to when we finally get some answers.

I very, very nearly told you that when you posted your MC, I was so ecstatic. I thought if you while coding that section too. I am so glad you enjoyed the new chapter and new goodies. Lots of fun stuff to come! ^_^

6. @mutsuowo: HELP I NAMED THE SHE-WOLF ASTER BECAUSE I FIRST CALLED THE MULE YARROW AND NOW I HAVE NOT ONE, NOT TWO BUR THREE ASTER* GOING AROUND (I know one changed to Lakota but the joke that count)

Whoops! Lol Sorry my friend! I don't think any more Asters are hiding about at least. Probably….

7. @mutsuowo: I got spoiled of Aster's name by accident and even then I mistook it for being Lakota, so I thought somehow Lakota had a divorce and took the children to be an option romance with the MC. Cue to me acting like a variety game host and going "We have a cult member, a magician, childhood friends and also a wolf...what about you Aster ? What do you bring to make we choose you ?" The answer was being a DILF

Lol! Oh dear, yeah, bestie has a quarter-life crisis and leaves his wife and 4 kids to live that DILF life. Love it, this is some quality daytime TV stuff. 😆

8. Anon: Hello there! I am currently in the middle of the newest chapter, very very good work! Spoiler ahead : So MC is absorbing magic? That might actually help the theory that somehow MC is a god, demi-god, or whatever that is: cursed because they are on this plane and needing magic as a very part of their being? I can't imagine that a god wouldn't be starving for magic if deprived of it. Perhaps in GC it's not magic gods handle, but something similar? The fact that we CHOSE the mark truly makes me think that somehow we were choosing an aspect of ourselves for some reason. Not only something physical either. If not our domain, perhaps a tell of why we were cursed in the first place ? I wonder if, before the Curse manifested, MC would have been flagged as a magic being ? I don't think there was anybody that could have sussed them out back then though ? Rune is amazing, btw, big fan. Can't wait for Purple Lad to accompany us and need a bath as badly as Duri did !

Oooh, are you perhaps my Nony who sent some other theories in about this? Very juicy theory as well. Next chapter you'll learn a bit more about Hayat's curse over the gods and see if it lines up or changes your thoughts more. 😁 I'm glad you like Rune too! They are in for a new experience for sure. Even if they aren't as stuffy as other nobles, they definitely appreciate more refined things. The little town MC grew up in might be a bit of a culture shock.

9. Anon: Sooooo... I'm thinking we ARE the mad god ! A reincarnation of it at least ! Thinking about how the cult wanted us dead, I am thinking that as long as MC is alive, they can't have another incarnation of them. But What exactly was it that drove the god mad ?

Oooh! This one is juicy too! These theories are so tasty! Lots of questions with this one. And like the one above, there may be some info in chapter 6 that may just give more evidence one way or another.

10. Anon: Me on my first playthrough: oh, Oswin's pretty cute! I think I'll try romancing him first Me when I meet Zahn: oh no you can't just make me choose like that how am I supposed to do this Me when I meet Duri: are you kidding me. Ok screw it I'm romancing Duri Me when I meet Rune: FUCKAIJASJDSAAA Me when I meet ???: No reaction because I'm already combusted. I can't even anymore

Lol! I am glad and maybe just a tiny bit sorry that you're so torn, my dear. Let's find some glue and get you patched up… ^_^

11. Anon: HAVE THEORIES! NATHAN IS DURI'S UNCLE, AND ASS-TER -HE DESERVES THAT AFTER THE RING BUSINESS >:( - WAS RAISED BY THOSE ASSHOLES WHO ALMOST KIDNAPPED MC! (I am open to Asster endearing himself later, but I'm mad at him rn, how dare he hurt my already hurt, lovely, MC 😡😡😡) Anyway, your writing is impeccable as always, can't wait to (perhaps) bring Asster to his knees (with love or spite, or maybe both?? He seems like someone easy to love-hate, lol). Tysm, for God Cursed, I love it <333

Yaaass, moar theories! That's a good one too! Nathan having some secrets wouldn't be shocking either. They'd get along too… And it is totally fair for MC to be salty! And ASSter is a perfect nickname, lol. It's also fair that in chapter 6 you'll be able to (try to) get after him about it. :3

12. Anon: TW SPOILERS ''There is nothing I want more than to hear you…hear you say what you- Nothing more… But for your own sake. Y/N, I'm a monster. I have been a monster. Your heart should be free of thoughts of me until you know what haunts my sleep at night. If you can do that for me and your heart does not change, then I will hear those words and I will spend the rest of my days showing you what you mean to me.'' UUUUHHMMMMM, EXCUSE MEE?????? LIKE THIS IS THE MOST-ROMANTIC-NON-LOVE-CONFESSION I HAVE EVER HEARD??? EVEN THOUGH IT BURNS ME TO NOT KNOW WHAT AFFLICTS OSWIN, AFTER HEARING THAT I'M WILLING TO WAIT FOR HIM.

I love that you love this! I might have cried juuuust a little bit when I wrote that scene, lol (shocking, I know).

13. Anon: replayed the IF from the start for the update and gosh i felt so bad for our dear MC who has gone through SO much in a (relatively) short amount of time. and the way MC just always thinks about their fathers makes me sobbbbbb. one that always gets me is the scene where MC cried out for their fathers when they were in pain (my heart broke when they said they wanted to be held by their papa). another is in the scene with jasper and co. (‘i learned it from my fathers!’, yesss go MC!!!!). but oh, just imagining the absolute heartbreak the fathers would feel if they knew how MC cried out for them and knew about everything that MC went through, makes me tear up! MC is SO loved by their fathers and MC loves them just as much and i love that. i hope we’ll be able to give da and papa the biggest hugs when we see them again 🥹wonderful update, author! i absolutely adore the world you’ve built and the brilliant characters you’ve created (shout out to one my favs.. our new she-wolf friend <3)

I set out on this IF journey intending to be a bit hard on the MC and I think I succeeded, lol. It might be hard to believe but I really do love the MC as a character too and I feel for them. Hopefully not too hard, but they're on a journey of perseverance so I have faith in them. ^_^ That scene really tore me up too, especially thinking about how hard it would hit the dads to know their beloved kid was calling out to them. 😭 I am so glad you enjoyed the update, my dear, there will be great big dad-hugs in the future, I promise (and more than a few tears). ^_^

14. Anon: idk if it's choice or route-specific but, zahn was NOT looking good at the end of chapter 5 and i'm worried 😟

Not route-specific (unfortunately???)…they're…going through some things. 😬 (sorry in advance)

15. Anon: Hi, hi!! Dropping by to blabber about the update after i've finally had time to lose myself in it! (Oh no it got long again.) Okay, so, from the very moment i saw your intro post (over half a year ago, methinks) i decided to go for Rune's route first. I have been very patient, very faithful. And now i can finally say it was so, so worth the wait!!! they have me wrapped all around their beautiful noble finger; they're perfect, they are everything (i mean, how many people can say a literal god shows up for their birthday? yeah, thought so). I know they are no exception either and have their own share of issues, but honestly? that's even better. I wish i was kidding about the amount of times i daydream about them. Look at me now how i'm smiling like a stupid idiot. And the fact that i can make my MC an absolute shy mess around them is just so!! *chef's kiss*

"Oh no it got long again" is like the tagline for my existence, lol. I am so giddy that you adore Rune! I think they've had less traction since they weren't introduced until now, but I also believe they are just the type of person that is better experienced. I enjoy writing all of the ROs, but Rune is such a presence in my heart and I really hope that comes through.

Also, did Duri seriously rat them out like that? Umm, for science, of what nature, exactly, are the books under Runey's bed?

LOL and I'm so glad you caught that bit about their "hidden literature." Rune LOVES romance novels, including the ridiculous smutty ones even if the plot is kinda bad.

Anyway, moving on, because you fed us so well with the story once again!! Can i just say i love your brain? Can i? Is that weird? Apologies. So!

You can totally say that, lol. I appreciate that you think so, my brain frustrates me sometimes, but I like how smooth it is. Very soft.

We learned so much in this update, and yet our answers are still too far to reach--but that's the whole fun about this! I'm thinking things, i'm suspecting, but i'll hold onto my theories for now… It is indeed very fortunate that each of MC's new friends can seemingly contribute a piece to this vexing puzzle; question is, is the picture only missing the very last piece, or are all four needed for it to be complete? I'm folding my hands and patiently waiting to find out in future updates.

Oooh, you're speaking my language, Nony. There are some theories up above, maybe those will get your mind spinning too. That's a very good question though too. Eveyone seems to have something that might help MC out…so the question could be, do they go full Power Rangers and combine them to solve this problem or is one strong enough on their own? Hmmmmm? Time will tell.

One thing i will say is, more people may know about MC and their whole deal than Oswin may want to even consider. People with not the best intentions, that is.

I'm sure it's fiiiiiine. Probably just a…crazy…crazy fluke. It's fine. 😀

Speaking of, Oswin is so sweet! He cares so much i think it's rending him apart. Perhaps he should partake of Nathan's pipe every now and then. You know, for recreational purposes. Frankly i admit i don't know how mean you still can be to Oswin because every time there's a choice during his scenes i just tunnel-vision to the friendliest one there. It really makes me feel sorry for him if there are MCs out there who are still bitter about their relationship. As he was opening up about what kinds of actual horrors he witnessed and had to deal with in consequence, it really made me think MC's little group should, as a side-quest, go out and find him a therapist, because this guy *slaps him on the back* can fit so much trauma in him!

That's a good way to describe Oswin. He feels very intensely and those emotions are difficult for him to manage. I try not to be too mean to him, but I do want to try and give a decent variety of responses to the past tension for some MCs. Negativity there isn't a huge focus, so I try not to go too far down the rabbit hole with it at least, lol. A therapist is a great idea for him, for real. You cracked me up with that reference, I imagine Lakota trying to sell him to the MC, lol.

I see Zahn has entered the trenches(TM). Just after i had them repeatedly stabbed in MC's place. And just after they finally got to cuddle with MC. This is fine. Not gonna lie, for a solid second you had me believe we wouldn't see them come back from that totally not evil or at least highly doubtful church of theirs, and that we'd had to leave without them. Haha, no waay. Lunan wouldn't do that to them, right? Right? Oh thank gods. See? I was right. Anyway, it seems like their character development arc is coming up soon, so i'm keeping calm and not cracking my knuckles, not at all.

Oh yes, there will be some development soon here. Tee hee?

Duri is so fun. Their playfulness is so endearing, so much so that i find myself repeatedly swayed in my decision to have them in a (now mostly) platonic relationship with MC. Simmer down, you'll have your turn. It had me rolling how they snapped once the bandits insulted their feet lmao! Also, also, their dynamic with Rune? Mmm, so good. I love the kind of friendship that's like "yeah i picked up this weird wet dog one day and now it won't leave me be and it's annoying, but only i'm allowed to say that. here, have a treat."

I love that you love that. Writing Duri is fun and I get to break some social norms with them so it's a win-win for us all. The relation to Rune is a blast.

Moving on, Duri sniffing MC after they talked with someone they didn't know; Duri immediately leaping at the opportunity to tease a jealous MC; Duri coming to MC's rescue to put a harasser in their place--they can't keep getting away with being so charming! Oh wait, they can. Human laws don't apply to them, after all.

Duri is already so loyal. Like a pup you picked up at the shelter, the connection is pretty quick for them. Also, if you didn't know, you can also get Rune to get defensive of MC being harassed in the tavern. Currently thinking of changing the code of that, but if you choose to stay neutral or a bit distrustful of Duri, Rune will get involved instead. Both have the confidence and the power to back it up though, can't go wrong.

And Aster? Something is up with him. Big time. Bost obviously, his name. I don't know, i don't know, i'm not convinced it's a coincidence or merely "fate." I'm watching you, Aster. Okay, and yes, i see why MC might need his help, but he never once elaborated on that part where he said he needs MC for power. Sooo, naah, i'm not putting my egg in your basket, not yet. Especially!! After he so brutally demonstrated just how much of a bigger hand he has over MC. That was evil. (In a good way.) He's unhinged, and i love that in a character. I would not trust him even with a cheese grater.

That may be wisdom here for sure, lol. Aster is quite the character, as are all of them I suppose. All have secrets he especially has some serious growing to do. He'll be an interesting addition - and a very smug one at that. Maybe juuuust maybe MC can get him to feel a little remorse for being an ASSter, to quote a previous ask, lol.

I almost thought MC's group of friends were going to mistake him for the kidnapper and everyone would want to throw hands, or would at least be very leery of him, so seeing how easily he slotted in had me a little surprised (and i think he was a bit surprised himself).

That very nearly happened actually. I cut it because of chapter length, and I'm thinking I want to polish the ending for that anyway. I feel like I was burnt out while writing that and I pushed it too fast. So, we'll see what happens in future….

I really, really liked the option of having MC be scared of him after he put a cork (dart) in Jasper's mouth (throat). The head tilt afterwards? Wiping away a stray tear? "Now come sit with me on my picnic blanket designer cloak to talk about how everything is drawn to you, including me?" "I'll need to study you?" Yes, i'll take your entire stock.

I'm glad you enjoyed your dessert, Nony. ;) There will be some serious studying in the next chapter.

Oswin being extremely quiet while MC was recounting their failed abduction because he was still recovering from those 6 panic attacks he had since finding MC's room empty and with signs of struggle.

THIS absolutely. MC may get an account of the experience later.

i can't wait to see what the dads are going to say about each of MC's new friends! I can already imagine who might not entirely vibe with whom, especially if papa and da are going to be in a sour mood after they see my (feral despite being the healer of the party) MC scarred and sore despite their letters containing nothing but rainbows and sunshine (oops). MC's right, though, how are they going to house so many people lol.

This will be so much fun, especially when it comes to sleeping arrangements…A couple ROs will get themselves sorted but there's a couple that we might just get a "one bed" trope with, lol.

And last but not least, MC got the promised puppy!!! (i named her "Ginger" <33)

Oh that is such a cute name too! She is kinda the color of ginger and she's also very gentle (ginger) AND she can be very spicy if you piss her off. Very gingery.

I have been here before and gushed about your writing on multiple occasions and i don't want to repeat myself over and over, so i'll just reiterate once more that i'm constantly blown away by how real and vivid you make everything feel. You're putting things down and i'm picking them right up, thank you, thank you, yup, i'll have that as well, thank you. You're painting pictures inside my head, and they're gorgeous and vibrant and moving now--hey, how did you even get in here? I'm convinced you're a mage. MC is not the mage here (yet?), but you sure are!! It's okay, you may fess up now. As always, thank you so much for all your hard work! May your holidays be full of joy and rest! Take care <333

I am so thankful that you resonate so much with my writing, my friend. That really truly makes my heart so glad and encourages me to keep at it. I hope each chapter brings you more and more enjoyment and adventure. ^_^

16. @rhiannon02: IM SCREAMING OVER CH 5 LITERALLY SCREAMING ASTER ??? IM IM LOSING IT

Well, hang on dear, maybe I can help you find it, lol. (I heard that one in my soul) ^_^

That's all for now! ^_^

#!SPOILER WARNING!#god cursed if #asks #gc if spoilers #gc if ch 5 spoilers and content

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calen-00 · 4 months ago

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Feelings Blossom in Silent Words

Chapther 1

☆Summary: Words are hard, complicated and embarrassing. Flowers end up to be the perfect replacement, but when people say communication is key maybe they have a point.

☆Content: Umemiya/reader, florist!reader, fluff, light angst, miscommunication, not actually unrequited love. Enjoy:)♡

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Running a flower shop was your childhood dream, since you were little you grew up surrounded by all kinds of flowers and the meanings behind them, a family tradition that had grown into passion and now you are living it in flesh.

It wasn't easy to come to what it is now, espacially in such a small town as Makochi, but the people here are just as vivid and full of emotions as the flowers that are now part of your life and work. There's never one day without someone that needs to express themself through something more than words, and you, as someone that has memorized almost everything of what a flower can say, are more than happy to help those people find the perfect silent words through a bouquet.

People compliment the beauty of your work every time and admire how simply pretty a single flower can be, so is not new that when you are taking care of the flower exposed outside the store hear someone go like:

"Wow, those one are really pretty"

And you will usually reply with a smile, "They are, aren't they?" But as you turned around you found a pair of shiny blue eyes that were even prettier than any flower from your shop, and the words you were about to say are now forgotten in the air.

You just couldn't take your gaze away. Pretty blue eyes, bright smile, handsome face and nicely put-back white hair. How can you even say something when an angel just shows himself in front of you?

He was looking at you like he was waiting for an answer and you were lost in his eyes. you felt kinda dumb when he had to speak again to get you out of your mind.

"so, what are those called? Are they daisies?"

You forced yourself to get back from your thoughts. Focus, handsome boy is asking you something.

"Uh, actually they are called asters. They are part of the daisies family yes but the color, the central disk and the way they grow is different from daisies. And of course the meanings are different too, not completely tho but..."

Okay, now you are talking too much, the smile on his face is still there as he seems to keep listening to you attentively but you maybe shouldn't be yapping this much.

"Oh i'm sorry, i'm getting carried away. Can i help you with something?"

"Please, don't be sorry, you seem to know a lot of what you are talking about. You are really passionate about it, aren't you?" He said with a sweet smile and all you could do was nod shyly at the way he figured you out so easily "I'm a gardener myself but flowers are pretty much aside of my knowledge, actually i have a garden full of vegetables, you should see it someday!"

Oh, so he is a yapper too, and someone that seems to trust pretty fast. Does he realize that your first conversation just started three minutes ago? You can't help but find it kinda cute anyway.

"Anyway, I wasn't really looking for something but I knew I had to take a look when I saw you taking care of them. I think I might even want a bouquet now, can you do one for me?"

He just wants a bouquet because he saw you taking good care of your plants? You thought that was a silly reason, but who are you to deny a nice bouquet to such a sweet boy?

"Of course! come in, i can prepare one for you" You head inside and he follows you close behind "So what are you thinking for it? Any special meaning you want it to say?"

"Hmm, maybe something that expresses love and admiration. But don't keep it too simple, i think she will appreciate some variation of colors and scents, i want to surprise someone!"

"For someone you say? Must be really special then"

A pang of frustration brushes over your chest at the new information. Of course a boy like him would have a special someone already, what are you even disappointed by it? You decide to keep it professional with a cheerful tone.

"I can do something like that, i might have something in mind" you start walking around the store, searching for the right flowers for his bouquet "Maybe something like red roses for love, they are a classic, but we can mix them with sunflowers for admiration and white carnations for fascination. They also have a sweet delicate scent, so i think it's perfect combo for what you are looking for"

You keep talking as you pick the mentioned flowers. The conversation goes silent for some seconds as you wait for an answer that never came, and when you turn around you can see the admiration in his gaze, listening intently to your explanation. You can't help the slight blush that now paints your cheeks.

"I-is it fine for you?"

And just like your words brought him back to earth, he rushes to answer.

"Oh, more than fine, I think it’s perfect! It seems like you really know your stuff, your enthusiasm is very...attractive"

"Attractive!? Don't call me attractive when you are gonna gift flowers to someone else!" But you don't say that, instead you blush even more than you were before and try to understand how he could say those words so casually.

"O-oh thank you, is the first time someone refers to my work like that but i hope your special someone thinks that way too. Come on, you can wait some minutes while i make your bouquet"

The shop remains in silence while you work in your bouquet, the only sound being the chatters from people outside and the ticking of the clock on the counter, is not uncomfortable tho, you can feel the boy's gaze following every movement of your hands, which you can't deny it doesn't make you feel kinda nervous, just like his whole presence.

"To you, what does it mean when someone gives you flowers?"

The question took you by surprise, no one had ever asked you something like that before, but you don't mind a little chatting while you keep your hands at work.

"For me? Well, I'm not really the one who receives them, but I think it’s a nice gesture that can bring a lot of joy to someone. It means that you think of this person as someone special to you and that will make you happy seeing them smile with the detail" You sound almost hopeless, like is something you had been thinking for a while "And since i have some knowledge about the language of flowers, i can help people put a deeper meaning into their gifts, kinda like expressing their feelings into something more than words"

The look he gives you seems to be one of compassion, almost like feel some shame for you after hearing your words.

"You are absolutely right, I think it is a beautiful way to show affection, but... you've never received flowers before?"

And this question kinda itches, because you never did. Aside from the ones that you shared with your family, no one has ever given you a bouquet before, and even though you are immensely happy making bouquets for others, you often wonder what would it feel like to be on the receiving end.

"Actually no, I have never" you speak in a hopeless tone as you wrap the decorative paper around the flowers "But wouldn't it be silly? Gift flowers to a florist, i'm surrounded by them all the time, it wouldn't make sense for someone like me to receive something that i already have"

Again, silence fills the conversation, but you can hear footsteps getting closer to your working table as you tie the bouquet with a final bow. And when you raise your head there's again that sincere smile and a pair of eyes looking softly at you.

"But it is not all about the flowers isn't it?" His voice sounds soft and gentle, his sweet tone caress your senses with his words "It's about the meaning behind it, you said it. You can be surrounded by thousands of them, but wouldn't the gifted ones be more special than the others because they came from someone else?"

And you couldn't stop the way your heart was beating fast against your chest, suddenly feeling your face getting hotter and, shit, now you wanna receive flowers from him so bad

"yeah, you are... absolutely right" you repeat his previous words in what almost sounds like a whisper, the idea of it growing bigger in your head with every second. But now is not the time for that "A-anyways, your bouquet is ready. What do you think?"

He seems to finally look away from you, his eyes now glowing in admiration at your work.

"Wow! It's stunning! Genuinely breathtaking, she is gonna love it for sure"

And the remainder of the person that he's gonna give the bouquet is like a bucket of cold water, but is alright, you shouldn't be thinking this like this of someone that is already taken, even when his charming personality and sweet words had your heart racing the entire time he was here. It is what it is.

"I'm glad you liked it, I bet she will love it too. She is pretty lucky i would say"

"Oh, she is but I'm the lucky one too, for having the chance to know you now" and damn, can't he stop being so sweet for a damn minute? "I'll definitely return. I'll show you my work too, you'll be impressed by my huge garden, just wait for it!"

"I can't wait to see it" you say between giggles and you can't be more excited to see him again next time.

He was the most handsome boy you ever met, sweet, charming and funny at the same time. He was... adorable. You feel the urge to let him know exactly what you think of him but you can't say it out loud. Words are hard, complicated and embarrassing, you are too shy to even try to talk it out so... why not try other way?

"Oh wait, before you go" You rush to say and turn in your heels to search for something, returning with a single white flower in your hand "This is for you. Is a camellia"

The way his eyes shine at the little gift doesn't go missing by you, he seems surprised but happy to receive it anyways. Is that a blush what you see on top of his cheeks?

"A camellia? It's so lovely" he gives you a warm smile as he took the flower from your hand, admiring the gift as if it was the prettiest thing he could receive "Thank you so much, is there a meaning behind it?"

"T-the meaning? Umm..." you stumble in your words, trying to find an explanation without giving away much of your real intentions "I-i... it reminded me of your hair. You look quite alike, don't you think?"

He stays quiet for a bit and you swallow nervously while waiting for an answer, but a loud and bright laugh is what you receive in response. The perfect reply for you, you wish you can hear it many more times.

"Hahaha! My hair, huh? I suppose we do share some resemblance" His laugh continues for another couple of seconds and is so contagious that you can't help the little giggles that escapes your lips at seeing him enjoy a single flower this much "Thank you, i will take good care of it"

You two share another seconds in silence, just looking at each other with soft smiles. And you wished to be able to freeze the time and stay like that for longer, but even he figures out is time to go when he sees the hour ticking on the clock.

"I think I should be going now. I will come back, is a promise" He said while walking towards the exit, his eyes still looking at you as he walks away "Take care, Camellia"

And before you can even register the way he called you he is already out the shop, leaving you flushed in red and with a fast beating heart bumping against your chest.

"Camellia" the way he called you, it sounded so affectionate, so adorable and sweet. And you repeat the new given nickname in your head over and over again, figuring out he didn't ask you for your name and maybe that's why... wait, neither did you. You don't know his name.

"Oh, I'm so stupid!"

Bonus

"Kotohaaa!! Look what i got you, they are just as cute as you aren't they?"

"Spending your money on gifts again? Hajime, i already told you to have to start saving your money"

"I know but they were looking so pretty, I couldn't resist! Oh, and the florist was so sweet too, she even gifted me a flower for me, you should check her flower shop one day. Actually, let's go together, I wanna talk to her again!"

"Hmm, I might do it when I'm free, I'm looking for new decorations for the café. What's her name?"

"Her name is... um, uh..."

"Oh, you are so stupid"

White camellia : Symbolizes you are adorable and flawless

#windbreaker umemiya #umemiya fluff #umemiya hajime x reader #umemiya hajime #hajime umemiya #wind breaker x reader #umemiya x reader #umemiya x you #calen loving ume #calen writes #umemiya fic

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starboyjun · 2 years ago

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batfam as types of isekai romance male leads

in this post: bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, cassandra cain, stephanie brown, and damian wayne

bruce wayne as rudiger winterwald (i will change the genre)

bruce is definitely the cold and "i make misunderstandings for a job" type of male lead. he's the one people in the comments bash or defend for their life. bruce in his past life is the one that the female lead thinks hates them so they die thinking that he won't care but plot twist: he does care... a lot. he's the one to destroy the entire world after their death (regis floyen core) and he's the one who turned back time for her.

dick grayson as isidor visconti (isn't being a wicked woman much better?)

dick grayson is the childhood lover, the one you don't think would be interested in you because of his bright personality. you think he's doing all these things out of pure kindness until after 100+ chapters he likes you. dick grayson is the one to stick by your side and in both lives, was devoted to you.

jason todd as izek van omerta (how to get my husband on my side)

jason todd is the one who unintentionally is cold to you (another idea is he's your killer in your first life) and probably causes your death... unintentionally... maybe. he's the slow burn type of romance where you fix past misunderstandings that have been building up for the past years you've known each other/been together. after a lot of years you've spent together, he's the greenest green flag you've ever met.

tim drake as schdermel raft (my dear aster)

tim drake is the male lead who takes a while to own the reader's hearts lowkey. timmy is a duke that rose to power in the female lead's previous life and is the one that could help her/protect her from her family/problems. timmy is such a sweetheart and i think it'll take a while before romance starts to come in the story (and has reader's asking novel readers who's the male lead).

cassandra cain as dorothea millanair (the tyrant wants to be good)

cassandra cain is the ultimate "i didn't want to be this, my surroundings made me be this." cassandra had a hard childhood because of her father and her "home" similar to many manhwa female leads. cassandra is the type to regret her past life and change for the better. she's not a brainless female lead, she knows a lot of things and will want to change (similar to dorothea).

stephanie brown as athanasia de alger obelia (wmmap)

stephanie is a female lead who is kinda stupid ("why did the plot change" type things) but overall is a strong female lead. she's one to go down in history (like athy). she's one who doesn't need a male lead to back her up and overall chases the plot to chang people's lives. steph is a happy girl and deserves a happy ending.

damian wayne as maximilian kasin ashet (father i dont want to get married)

damian is the one who (unintentionally/intentionally) killed you in your past life. damain grew up as a stuck up brat kid, though he is less of a brat, he's a trained killer for gods sake. damian is one who isn't familiar with love and being gentle. he probably grew up on the battlefield and is labelled "mad dog" or "cold blooded killer" or something along those lines. once you show damian you're not like the other girls afraid of him, he starts to fall... hard.

bonus: alfred pennyworth

the reliable butler of the family who's been serving the family for ages. he's the first one who trusts you and gets to know you on a personal level. he's always there to talk to the waynes and convince them you're a good person.

idk what to do next so lmk lol

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loathsome-boykisser · 2 months ago

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Don't do that. You're gonna make me sad.

YOU GOTTA PICK HIM UP, TOO! HE'S GOT YOUR STICK AND EVERYTHING!

I imagine Aster was both the most financially literate child alive, and the worst one to trust with a credit card. You'd leave your wallet around and the next day this pink haired kid is just beaming at you like:

"I just purchased stocks in a failing company! The subreddit told me to!"

Also, I know this art probably isn't cannon, but did Huey always have that cracked crystal vibe going on? I can't remember if he had any different sprites for the flashbacks, but I'd just end up writing that off as limitations of the format. You'd think one of the clan members would bring that up with Eiden...

"Oh yeah, you kinda have his eyes... Though your missing out on the glowing meth scars..."

#nu carnival #nu karni #nu karni ramblings #nu carnival huey #nu carnival aster #nu carnival morvay

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rebouks · 2 months ago

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Previous // Next

[Robin didn’t usually like using technology to talk to people but since he couldn’t read Alex’s mind face to face, speaking to her on the phone didn’t seem like such a big deal] Alex: Yo. Robin: [snickers] Hey. Alex: You okay? Robin: Uh-huh… Alex: What’s up? Robin: Are you going to this fancy castle everyone keeps banging on about? Alex: Hmmmm.. I wasn’t planning on it, why? Robin: Aster invited me. Alex: Like, as a friend-.. more? Robin: No.. as in, tell everyone Alex brought you to save my ass and hang out with Maddy’s weird cousin and hope that everyone inexplicably likes you enough so that I can maybe think about being your friend in public. Alex: God… Robin: I know. Alex: So, do you wanna go? Robin: Not really. Alex: I don’t really like their type of party, but the castle itself sounds kinda interesting. Robin: Right? Alex: I bet there’d be a ghost or two knocking about. Robin: I was literally thinking that! Alex: Reckon we should go, then? Robin: Yeah, fuck it. We can sack ‘em off and explore. Alex: Alright, but maybe not the whole time-.. Harry genuinely seems excited to include me. Robin: So, everyone’s happy. Alex: Yeah, okay! Oop I gotta go, I’ll come round tomorrow-.. and you better not still be in bed when I get there! Robin: I make no promises. [Robin stared at his phone as the call ended, unsure whether to smile or grimace. He’d promised himself that no matter how jealous he felt, he wouldn’t meddle with Alex and Harry’s relationship, but it was beyond painful to sit back and watch him use her so blatantly-.. blatant to him, at least] [He’d subtly tried to shift her perspective a couple of times, but even that’d felt wrong. Instead, he’d resigned himself to watching from a distance, waiting for it all to go to shit. Although, he wasn’t entirely sure what he would do when it did…]

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #robin finch #alexandra sampson #bwuh #robin pls

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gastersreturn · 1 month ago

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Hi! I just wanted to thank you for giving us this story and tell you my thoughts!

I mean: this is the absolute peak

There are so many great stories about the Surface, the aftermath of No Mercy, and Gaster's return, and they're all great in their own way, but your story feels like a slight reimagining of those tropes! I also love how you keep dropping references to other stories, it's funny xDD

And while this story is just setting the tone for what's to come, I already have some thoughts and guesses about it.

First off: everything is SO in character! I can actually read the dialogue in their voices (or lack thereof, in Frisk's case) and it feels great!

Second off: your Muppet Frisk is so CUTE. And a little creepy. Especially when they smile too widely sometimes. Sometimes too cute. I think it suits them perfectly. And Frisk has a bit of a Player quality to them, right? But they still retain their childishness, which I think is the perfect combination for them in this story. They're just really sweet and not suspicious or manipulative at all. I can't wait to see what you do with them next!

Third: Flowey, Sans, and Papyrus are all really well-crafted 👍 I don't have much to say about them yet. Flowey just looks canon, but more relaxed on the Surface. Papyrus knows more than he lets on, but is still the same skeleton we know and love. Sans is funny (I love that meemee), but also observant, analytical, and able to defend his opinions. He also seems to be more at home on the Surface. Good for him.

Fourth: Undyne and Alphys are great, even though they don't really have that much screen time. Well, I guess they don't have any SKELETONS of their own in the closet. Besides liquid monsters. And maybe some connection between Alphys and Sans? We'll see.

Fifth: Gaster. Aster? Gaster. His analytical mind is interesting, but he definitely feels more callous compared to the other Monsters. He almost feels like a Human, he's that suspicious. Not that I can blame him, considering. But. It's just funny to think that he's actually more Human-like in his paranoia, and he definitely wouldn't like that comparison. And then there's the fact that Humans understand his thinking. He's a lot more Human-like than he'd like to admit, isn't he?

Sixth… Something's going on behind the scenes, right? I don't have much to say about Chara yet, but I'm glad they're going to be morally gray in this story. And Frisk also very often refers to their dialogues from No Mercy.

And one more thing. I'm not entirely sure, but either Gaster saw something from the Void… Or he felt us watching him. Too bad for him, we like this story too much to stop watching and reading his thoughts.

Anyway, I like what you did, and I'll be patiently waiting for the next pages! Thank you for preparing this wonderful story for us!

Oh geez! Never saw an ask this long before! And so nice too aaaaaa thank you thank you thank you!!!

I'm going to give you super long answer too, just for you x)

I do retake a lot of common tropes from other popular Undertale stories yeah! This AU is my personal love letter to Undertale and its fandom after 8-9 years in it, I needed to mention my favorite AUs, fanfics and tropes xD My goal is to play with the most popular ones as much as I can, to rewrite them, and trying to anticipate your reactions, to then surprise you with something new (or not, depends x)) After all, HE warn you about that himself, didn't he ?

(I know a lot of you forgot about those xD)

The characterisation is super important to me too, as I already said a lot of times before Dialogues are super important as well, so I'm glad you find them good and in character (big big compliment considering that I'm not a native english speaker 😭) For Frisk, I think it's rather obvious by now that the concept of the Player is not really present in this story, even though you, as a Reader, can be acknowledge. I wanted to kinda fuse Frisk's actual personnality in the game with the Player's, and I'm happy you think it works great! (Even though some people who knows the game really well can have questions about what it means about Chara since "our love become theirs and their love becomes ours", but dw I didn't forget about that)

I love that absolutely not suspicious or manipulative kid, I'm glad so many are liking them too (And it's good since they are HELLA important to the story x))

For the others, I absolutely love writing them too, little preference for Papyrus and Flowey. Toby's writing is just pur gold gosh I love analysing it. Obviously you haven't seen the end of them, they all have so much going on in their little heads too, just wait until you see more of it 👀 For Aster, he is very different from the rest of the monsters we see in the game yeah. More rational, more cold, more scared. He definitely is more human-like that he'd like to admit, even though to be honest, I don't think he would take it as bad as you think Still would not be pleased, but...not surprised either There is still a LOT of things to search about this guy, and you will discover it when the time is right Thank you so much for your super big ask, I really really appreciate it!! (Literally showed it to all my friends 😭😭😭) I think I answered to most of the points you mentionned, sorry if I forgot something x)

#Aaaaa I still can't believe someone wrote so much about my own little story #Thanks again really it made my entire day #gaster's return #just people being nice #undertale #undertale au #undertale fandom #undertale alternate universe #undertale comic #gaster #gaster undertale #undertale gaster #art

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“Friend” is an umbrella term

Caleb x Non MC reader, slight smut, yearnyearnyearn, annoyingly cute Caleb, a little angsty.

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𝔰𝔥𝔢’𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡

𝔰𝔥𝔢’𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔲𝔫𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢.

A hot, sticky, summer day. The kind with cherry popsicle juice dripping down your chin, music playing softly; a persistent beat that relays joy. The sidewalk burning the pads of your feet, the smell of sweat and sunscreen painting the air. The lingering ache on your warm cheeks from grinning too much. It feels like a guitar riff that makes your stomach churn, painfully beautiful. Your hair blowing in the wind as you lean your head out of the car window in a desperate attempt at some coolness.

Thats what Caleb felt like. That scent of sandalwood and vanilla haunted your dreams. Whether he was in Skyhaven, or visiting in Linkon. His smile burned behind my retinas, replaying the exact moment I told a shitty joke and he laughed like I were the first person to ever make a joke. His head dipping down as he doubled over, clutching his stomach while his shoulders shook.

It was never that funny. But he still lifted his head, warring that devastatingly infectious smile, catching his breath and swiping a tear away from the corner of his eye. Your own smile reflecting back at you in the aster glow of his gaze. Like you were the only thing that existed. Tunnel visioned on you. Your heart beat a little quicker.

Childhood friends. Friends.

But not once in your life would you find another friend who looked at you like that. Who made you feel so individualized under their touch. Not once did you feel so seen.

They were dull, like a dreary day in late fall. The leaves are dead. Color gone. Your joints ache from the cold, and your nose burns. Jackets that are never thick enough, toes throbbing from the poor circulation. The wind biting, mean, brutal. The sky dimmed of that bright, warm beauty. Not a plane in sight. Clouds. Thick. Brooding.

They couldn’t compare to a warm summer day. To the taste of a fresh, golden crisp apple. The juice drowning out everything in its wake as it splashed on your tastebuds. The perfect bite.

Then.

A snap of my screen, and my laptop closed. Journaling done for the day. Or at least for now.

Eyes drifting to the opened window of my bedroom, curtains flowing effortlessly in the light breeze that poured through. Goosebumps birthed onto my arms and legs despite the suffocatingly hot air.

The soft buzz of music pouring out of his headphones. Caleb. Sat across from me, a book in hand. His eyes flickering up to me as a small smile crept onto his lips.

Fuck.

His hair was flattened down to his head in an endearing way, the summer heat gluing some sweat slackened strands to his forehead. His cheeks flushed a warm pink, his freckles enhanced from the sun that continued to beat down on everyone who dared to step outdoors. And all that ran through my mind?

Why is he so stupid fucking hot. Why do I feel like this. Fuck. Fuck. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

“You okay pips? Wanna go out? It’s kinda stuffy in here.”

His voice smooth and tinted with hints of concern at my spaciness snapped me out of my own head. I blinked. Before nodding my head, my posture straightening as a quiet crack could be heard from my back.

“Actually yeah. You have to pick where though since I did yesterday. It’s your vacation ya know.”

He had been visiting home from the academy. I was on a summer break from college, and he had some time as well. So naturally, he came home. This was the first time we weren’t at Grans, with me now being stable enough to have my own apartment.

“Gotcha, gotcha. Meet me outside in 20?”

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“Okay but hypothetically, if you really think about it, the apple juice would add a tang to the chocolate, and thin out the shake!”

He had decided on getting lunch at one of our favorite mom and pop diners, which then resulted in a walk to the lake nearby. He was sporting a white tank top that hugged too tightly to his chest, accentuating his muscular frame in a borderline illegal manner. I mean shit, the shirt looked painted. And there was no chance he didn’t realize it as he put it on.

I held the remainder of our shared milkshake, the cup gathering condensation on the exterior, sweating into my palm. My hand cold as a result as I sipped from the red straw that sat too high up from the rim. I had grabbed the straw for the large rather than the small, mindlessly gaping at Caleb instead of paying attention as we rushed out.

“Caleb. You’re disgusting. That idea alone deserves actual federal prison time.”

The air around the both of us was filled with a soft laughter. That summer day I talked about in my journal? We were walking in it. He reached out and took the nearly empty cup from my grasp, effortlessly tossing it into a passing garbage can.

I could feel the sun beginning to leave a burn on my shoulders, a tan line forming where my tank top and bathing suit met.

The sound of his footsteps pausing quickly caught my attention, my own ceasing on the pavement as I turned to look at him.

Without a moment to think, the world was upside down. My hair falling in my line of sight, firm hands resting on the backs of my bare thighs, the skin sticky with sweat. All I could do was kick my legs and yell, pounding my fists onto his solid back. The sound of his laughter filling the air as the ground I stared at moved beneath me. The pebbled “beach” that led to the lake following soon after.

“Caleb! I will murder you if you throw me in! I still have my clothes on!”

Louder laughter. And then water at his feet. Then the world spun again as he pulled my body over his back and effortlessly adjusted me to bridal style.

It felt like the breath had been stolen from my lungs the second I saw his grin. That shit eating, idiotic, beautifully warm grin. His eyes sparkling as he started to wade into the water, seemingly unbothered by his shorts getting wet.

“You looked like you needed to cool off pipsqueak. I’m simply…being helpful.”

“Evil, you’re being a mena-“

Splash, water, blinding my vision, and then the sun doing the same. Of course he would dunk me and bring me back up. My hair stuck to my face as I tried my hardest to glare up at him. Biting back the painful grin on my lips. It was a loosing battle though when he flew backwards, water cascading around both of us as he brought me down with him.

The resounding noise of laughter leaving the water as we both resurfaced again. My hands thinking before my mind as I splashed him, only to be met by his hands around my waist, playfully tossing me further into the water.

Even so, in the moment I couldn’t help but think about that white tank top being anywhere but on him.

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The evening sun slowly turned the sky above us pink and purple. The clouds rolling in and creating a shelter from the miserable UV rays above us both. Water dripped at our feet. His eyes straight ahead as I held mine down.

Right, left, right, left, right-

fuck.

Left, right, left, right, left, right-

“Are you matching my footsteps Caleb?”

Gaze flickering up, I examined his smile that crept onto his lips. He still never looked at me as he removed his hands from his pockets and let them loosely swing at his hips.

“I couldn’t match your footsteps if I tried pipsqueak. Your feet never grew past mini.”

A harmless smack to the shoulder, paired with an eye-roll as the comfortable silence resumed around us both. Cicadas crying in the greenery bordering the path home. The sound of children laughing a distant music to our personal movie scene.

My gaze flickered back down, eerily aware of how each time his hand brushed past own, they never actually touched.

I wanted that. God I wanted that so badly. But not from the point of view of a childhood best friend. Not in the tender, ‘platonic’ way it always had been.

It must be the heat making me act like this. Feral. He just happens to be here for it.

But right as the thought for an explanation passes, my mind is filled with static when he effortlessly reaches for my hand. Intertwining our fingers and squeezing not once, not twice, but three times. He sighs a little bit from above. My heart fucking stutters.

What. The fuck.

My throats dry, and not from the weather. My fingers twitching slightly as I suddenly become painfully aware of how tightly I’m holding his own. I can feel every crease, the sweat building between our palms. My legs are barely carrying me at this point. My limbs numb.

It wasn’t the heat. I wanted this.

🍎* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *✈️

𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢,

𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔫,

𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡

𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫

Cocktails were probably the worst idea to end our night together given my. Problem.

But I agreed. Of course I did. How could I not when he smiled at me and shot me a look that said ‘Please let me take care of you.’

So now, after three Apple Crisp’s, a borderline overwhelming tickle fight on the couch (he won), and some teasing over my flushed cheeks, the soft buzz of the shower running filled my ears while I stared at the ceiling.

Out of my head, get OUT of my head.

He was in my shower, using my soap. Singing one of my favorite songs.

Friend. My friend. My childhood friend.

“What the fuuuuck..” I groaned softly as I pressed my face into my hands. My face was hot, the alcohol making my mind even hazier than it had been as a result of the summer heat. The hot air now replaced by a comfortable night breezed that pushed in through my balcony doors. My stomach swirled with what I could call unease as a cop out, but what was definitely an insatiable craving to be in that shower with him. Running my hands down his abs with the water droplets, pushing shampoo through his dark locks, drinking in that expression on his face when my hand moves a little too far down-

Silence. No water running. No humming. I looked up, only to met with his b o d y. My face turned beet red on impact. Water dripping down his stomach, disappearing into the light grey fabric of his loosely fitting sweatpants. His eyebrow quirked up as a shitty smirk blew over his lips. His tone condescending, smug, borderline predatory.

“You look like you’re gonna eat me, or like you’re gonna explode.”

No words, lips sealed shut, teeth gritted together like that cocktail was infused with fucking cement.

Speak. Say anything. Defend your honor. Oh god he’s getting closer. His abs..No. Focus. Words.

“I…You…You’re naked.”

Oh my god.

A dry chuckled, deep, almost dark. Apparently being drunk turned me into a blubbering idiot, and him into a terrifyingly hot brick wall.

The couch dips, his eyes never once leaving my face, flickering towards my lips, blatantly at that.

“Hm. I’m pretty sure I’m wearing sweatpants. You got X-ray vision or somethin’?”

My eyes went wide, instinct kicking in as I reached over and smacked him. Or at least tried to. I moved too quickly, landing with a thud on his bare chest, my cheek now damp with the water than fell from his hair. And before I could scramble away, I was imprisoned by his vice like embrace. One that was familiar, but suddenly felt different. My eyes flying up to his as he seemingly examined me. Like a plane engine in need of fixing. Interest. Want. Need. All melded into one glance.

I could barely breath when his fingers brushed over the apple of my cheek, pushing some hair back behind my ear.

So close. He’s so close.

Then. 6 little words. Spoken low, slow, and smooth. Cool like steel, but detrimental in delivery like a pipe smacking my skull.

“Friends can be an umbrella term…”

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Heavy breathing, apple and vodka mixed with toothpaste painting my tastebuds. Cologne, shampoo, sweat.

Skin. Skin on skin on what felt like fucking miles of skin. His calloused fingers tenderly snapping my bra strap against the faint sunburn that kissed my shoulders. I gasp.

“Caleb…” His name slips past my lips like a prayer, breathless, trembling. And mine slips past his like a promise, an oath to some sort of pledge. Breathless, yet steady.

Sloppy alcohol infused kisses, ones that meant more than just a drunken moment. Kisses that spoke for years of unspoken emotions. His hips grind against my own.

He’s rock hard.

My stomach backflips. My shorts feeling as if they were suffocating me once his hand confidently slides under the fabric. Eliciting a groan from him as he starts to examine my underwear blindly. Like he’s committing the fabric to memory or studying for a test. Then a huff of air against my cheek.

“God you’re perfect…Like…Like a great song…Better than that…I could touch you for the rest of my life…Please just…Fuck..Let me make you feel good pips…please let me do this for you…”

His intention while spoke selflessly, is completely selfish as his fingers start to roll circles across my clit. A breathless, broken moan of his name leaves my lips instantaneously. My back arching up into him. His next words sending a flood into my already soaked panties.

“Just…Friends helping each other out…Just a fa-hah…favor…”

Maybe friends is an umbrella term.

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A/N : So sorry if that felt a little rushed at the end, I’m not a smut writer, so. Yeah. I do hope you enjoyed tho. :P thanks for reading.

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