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Hypocrite…

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Hypocrite…

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Child!reader and martha mildenhall

The boy believes that Martha is his mother

Perhaps because she resembles her

Okay, so, this ask made me think of two things. One is how the child Reader remembers their parents. Knowing you wont see them again while not understanding the severity of that.

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The child Readers mother

★ Your memory isn't the best. Though, from what you could recall, you did have a mother. And she was pretty. Like Martha. Given her realistic appearance, it was an easy comparison to make. Taking one look at her and blurting out "You look like my mom!"

★ Right, you had parents. Ragatha... almost forgot... How did that slip her mind? She brushes it off at first. Only showing a smile. But when she's alone, she considers talking to Kinger about it. Or maybe Caine? Actually, no. Caine wouldn't understand.

★ Gangle feels bad. Bad that nobody's explained you'll never see your mom again. And bad she doesn't speak up. She shares a look with Ragatha. The silence saying more than words could. Martha isn't your mom. But Gangle won't stop you from playing pretend.

★ You don't fully grasp the situation. Really, you never will. Unable to understand why they all look sad when you listen to Martha. Nodding along as she tells you her story. interrupting her with questions.

★ For heaven's sake, you don't even understand death! Let alone the concept of loss. And in a place like this, death is meaningless. You can't die now. Or ever. So the topic never crossed your mind. Even as you sit in Martha's home, a haunted manor, the pieces don't click.

★ Going back to the grounds was hard. Not for you. But for everyone else. Before leaving you gave her a drawing. "For you!" Martha's eyes looked like crescents. Showing a smile with her eyes "Thank you, darling.” 

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Trying her best

She tries.

Even though her mask shatters each day, she tries to be happy.

And it's exhausting.

You do your best to catch her before she falls apart. Most days, it works.

But you can only help so much.

Gangle wonders about you. How you manage to put up with her. She knows she's a mess. She could admit that.

She's told you so herself.

Yet -there you are. Picking up the pieces time and time again.

'They deserve better.' She thinks. Leaning against her bedroom desk. Sketchbook forgotten in the space next to her.

What do you see in her?

You're confident. Speaking up when Jax is mean to her. Gentle too. Not to mention kind. With a smile that makes her feel giddy. And her? Gangles just herself.

She's nothing special.

Nothing worth acknowledging.

So many nights end like this. With her thoughts getting loud.

She needs to stop it.

Sitting up, she turned to the bed. Gangle didn't require sleep. Nobody here did. But it's nice to lay down after a long day.

With a soft sigh, she lifted up the covers. Relenting the fact you weren't here with her. 'God, you really are selfish.'

Guilt bubbled in her chest.

Tomorrow's a new day.

Maybe she’ll get it right.

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'(Romance) TADC Caine X (fem) reader who likes his adventures and gives him compliments, the others think she’s odd but are surprised that Caine actually listens to her and remembers what she says.'

Caine X fem Reader who loves his adventures

★ The others think your enthusiasm is strange. You play along with the him. Treating Caine’s adventures as something more than a fun distraction. All while indifferent to the fact that you’re trapped in this digital hellscape. Acting like nothing was wrong. 

★ Tell him that you liked an adventure, and he drops whatever he was doing to focus on you. Asking “Really? What parts did you like?” Desperate for positive feedback. And your attention. This repeats each time you tell him.

★ Before anything romantic sparked between the two of you, Caine would add details to adventures. Assuming what you’d like. His first attempts were hit-or-miss. But eventually he figured out what suits your tastes. Noticing if you prefer lighthearted stories, or heavier topics. 

★ Now, If you suggest ideas for the future, he pays close attention. Eager to get your vision right. Doesn't matter if it's just something small. For example, mentioning the possibility a garden somewhere. The next adventure would start in a lush, surreal greenhouse. 

★ That dedication to shaping the world for you doesn't fade with time. Not in the slightest. Now, scattered across the tent, you have hidden rooms. Each one contains a minigame you’ve played before but asked to keep. Tucked and hidden away where only you can find it.

★ You called him “dashing” once. It was the first time you left him speechless. He didn't see it coming. Now? Caine returns your complements tenfold. “You’re adorable.” “No- you're an adorable, radiant, sinning star!” 

★ Of course Caine treats you like a lady. He gives you whatever he can provide. Simulating things and places you can barely remember. Like an old tune or forgotten plushie that was lost as a child. Just because he likes seeing you smile. 

★ He doesn’t just listen to you. But he records your voice so that he can hear you again! And again! And again! Preferably on loop! It's not as cute as it is annoying. Especially when the sound clip is you arguing with an NPC. But he seems happy. 

★ Not to mention how he designs outfits and side quests that reflect how he sees you. Elegant, refined, with romantic undertones. You're always the heroine. Rarely the damsel. Because he knows you're a strong woman. 

★ Yes, he does have dinner dates with you. It’s a weekly event that serves as an opportunity to spoil you. Caine calls it “an evening of well-deserved elegance.” You call it “Caine being ridiculous.” still, you wouldn't trade it for anything.  

★ He pulls out your chair, complements your outfit (he designed it himself) all while insisting on serving you first. “You’re too sweet…” You mumble out. He shakes his head. “Hm, incorrect.” An empty glass appearing in his hands. Gently placing it down on the table “My dear, I'm just giving you the treatment you deserve.” 

★ Ask him, and he might let you keep a non-sapient NPC. One you really like. Preferably something that won't harm you. But Caine's idea of “harmful” is skewed. Meaning it’s more of a loose suggestion. Just give him those puppy eyes, he'll cave in!

★ Caine would probably design a whole adventure about finding you a pet. He can already imagine it! An animal shelter themed adventure! Focused on taking care of different creatures. Giving you a wide selection to choose. Picking one out at the end.

★ When the others tease you, usually Jax, Caine doesn't scold them. That would be too normal. Instead, he sends Bubble after them. Punishing the person with mild harassment. Or maybe a bite. 

★ Nobody calls the tent “home.” At least, not anymore. So if you ask him to bring you home, he would get confused. “Do you mean the hallway?” Hesitating. The world around you glitching out as he thinks too hard.

★ Zooble wants to scream whenever Caine remembers what you do and don't like. Recalling the tiniest details. “Wait. You said that once. He actually—?” …Why can't he remember literally anything else? The hell?

★ Seeing the opportunity, Jax tried convincing him you’d love an office-themed adventure. Because nothing screams “girlish whimsy” like manilla folders and zoning out while sitting at a white desk.  

★ “You’re lucky you’re charming. Otherwise, I’d file a complaint.” Caine gasps. “Oh! Charming? Little ol’ me?” He twirls his cane in the air. Clearly excited. If he had a smile, it would be beaning right about now. “I should add that to my résumé!”

★ When you don't spend enough time with him, Caine gets mopey. Not sad mopey. But the kind that dims his sparkle. Bubble floats beside him, and calls him a “simp” (who taught him that?) Caine squints “…I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

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Hmm how much would it be for a long segment of Cain x (fem) reader who likes his adventures and gives him little compliments?

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Written because the image of him crying made me feel bad. (Still voted for Gangle.)

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Saying Caines your favorite

★ There are two ways this could happen. You could blurt it out. Saying "You're my favorite, you know?" Or, you might mention it during an adventure. Where you thought he wouldn't hear. Not saying it for him. But just because you could.

★ Either way, he tries playing down how pleased he is. Waiving it off with "Well, naturally. I am the only-" Bubble, hovering nearby, cut him off. "Ew, emotions. Tastes like censorship!" Quickly getting popped by Caine.

★ Being someone’s favorite isn't just a complement. It's validation. Something Caine pines for. He won't take it lightly. Say he's your favorite once and he never lets it go. Calling himself "Your favorite ringmaster."

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hi!!! i love reading your welcome home work, its always so interesting to see how the neighbors react to normal human things! maybe you could have them react to a human reader that gets frustrated easily? they're almost never angry AT the neighbors, but there are times where they maybe snap and throw/hit, yell or curse at random objects lol

Hehe. Wrote a small fic >:)

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Not-so-good morning

It's early. Far earlier than you usually get up. It was barely even morning. You woke up at around 5AM. And despite your best effort, you couldn't fall back asleep.

It happens.

What sucked was that you were out of coffee.

With a groan, you looked towards the door. Jacket hung up nearby. Shoes feet next to it. But you don't have the willpower to put either on.

You hum to yourself.

Howdy wouldn't care if you showed up in sleepwear? Would he? 'No' you think. He lets Barnaby in. And Barnaby doesn't even wear pants.

So, you make a choice. The choice to go. Groggy and wearing a pair of slippers Julie had gifted you.

Stepping outside, you're met with damp grass.

Whatever. It's worth it.

The walk there was uneventful. Quiet, even. Something very rare in Home. Usually the silence was filled with something. A conversation at the very least.

You notice how all the curtains are drawn. No indicator of it's given resident being awake. All except for Howdy's.

The sign out front reads “OPEN”

Entering the store, you're greeted with the bell above the door. A voice followed. "Eddie? You're pretty early- Op! Wait-" Realizing you weren't Eddie. "Good morning neighbor! Sorry about that."

You offer a small wave before making a b-line for the shelves. Scanning them for what you needed.

By the time you get to the counter, there's a cup waiting for you. Steam rising from the top. "Thought you might need this!" He says with a smile.

"Thanks."

You set the coffee grounds beside him. The package was quite old looking. In a proper metal tin.

Leaning forward, you started to tell Howdy some pun related to espresso. And your elbow knocked the tall mug. Tipping it over. Spilling its contents onto your clothes and the counter.

“FUCK!” You shout, causing the poor caterpillar to visibly flinch. "God damnit!"

He dropped a brown paper bag that now held the tin of coffee, the whole reason for the trip. Quickly catching it with the lower arm.

You stand there, thoroughly soaked and just a little more aware. Your shirt clings to you. Now stained a lighter shade of brown.

Howdy scrambled behind the counter. Eyes wide, picking up the spilled cup while stammering out some apology you didn't quite understand.

"I- I forgot about the lid! I'm so sorry! He gave you a sympathetic, slightly guilty look. Quickly whipping down the counter with a handful of paper napkins.

"That hasn't happened before..."

He gave you a clean white towel that had been hidden under the counter.

You can't tell if he was referring to the spill, or the curse.

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Clawing my way out of burnout with the Freds

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I CAST IPAD BABY ON RAT CHILD

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I forgot but i made this a week ago blehhh

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The hardest part about writing is coming up with a title.

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Could I possibly ask for the TADC cast with a small, windup mouse toy reader? Bouncing around new OC ideas and I love your writing style :3c

I had fun writing this! Because the character designs seem to tie into the characters personality. It was nice trying to come up with something that made sense for the reader ^_^

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Windup toy Reader

★ The Reader is always moving, always trying to get somewhere. Do something. Perhaps they have a hard time relaxing? Having no pause until the coil gives out. Collapsing until somebody winds it again. That's their life. You don't get to choose.

★ When the key gets turned until it can't go anymore, the reader acts like a hyper child. Bouncing off the walls and unable to sit still. "Haha! I'm fine! E- everything is fine!" Said while practically vibrating. You weren't doing great.

★ The wind up key isn't just for show. It's a reminder that, without help, you're powerless. Completely dependent on others. You can't reach it on your back. So someone else has to wind it up for you.

★ Jax calls you "the pest" whenever he spots you skittering around. Annoyed how you never stay put. It would be easy for him to tease you, considering your small stature. But, thankfully, you don't get close enough for him to have an opportunity.

★ Of course Ragatha helps when you crash out. Finding you exhausted and laying on the floor. Eyes dim. Instead of winding you up, she brings you to a couch. So that you can finally relax. "Just rest." She says. And for once, you do.

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Another funnybunny dump ‼️‼️ who could have seen this one coming

Some of these are old ignore that

+ honorable mention

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Forever the center

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Hiii, I was wondering if you could do a scenario for Mel from the gaslight district saving her girlfriend (the reader) after she gets kidnapped.

This is such cute idea! Mel going on a rescue mission to get her girlfriend. Probably cementing several people along the way...

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Melancholy if the fem Reader got kidnapped

★ Her panic is quiet. She doesn't scream or cry. Instead, she focuses on making a plan. Calculating the risks. And tracking people down. All while ignoring the way her stomach twists when she thinks about what might happen to you.

★ Why would someone target you? You’re not important. Not in a way others would notice. Mel knows you don't play this city's games. As far as she knows, you don't owe anyone. And few individuals would want you gone.

★ Mel might ask around. "She runs with The Smiling Dead.” Watching how people react. Not looking for where you are. Instead, searching for someone who might slip up. A weak spot if you will. It usually works around the right circles.

★ If it's for a ransom she starts cashing out favors. Or making new debts. Mud might quietly hand her a set of keys. Knowing they're important to something. And that it's probably better not to ask. Both understand that she'll need to pay it back.

★ The rescue mission, if you could call it that, was a simple affair. Clearly not thought out on the kidnappers end. She snuck in through a back entrance. No traps or guards. Only a canine that had fallen asleep.

★ You weren’t restrained, much to her delight. Just left in a locked room. Mel stood at the door for a moment. Before knocking hesitantly. You said her name like you'd been expecting her. Sure she would find you.

★ After, Mel walks you home like nothing happened. “I told you, everything is fine...” Ask her how she did it and she lies. Playing it down. Making it seem like business as usual. But you notice how that fire she has seems dim.

★ That night Mel sat in your chair while watching the door. Just in case. It takes you gently asking her to come to bed for her to move. Even then, she's still tense. Like the silence could be broken any minute.

★ Beneath the covers, you reach for her hand. Pulling Mel away from her spiraling thoughts. "I'm safe now." You whisper. "It's over. We're okay..." Finally, after what feels like days, she relaxes. Letting sleep take her.