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Karen at the Fish Market

While working the fish stall at the market, Eclipse has a poor run in with an angry karen who threatens to take his child from him.

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Twoshot written by my friend @crazedauthor and myself for the sams mer au! They wrote the first chapter and i wrote the second. Eclipse has a not so great day while working at the fish market. :)

Wordcount: 3,861

Relationships: Eclipse/Ruin (qpr)

Content Warning: Panic Attacks

Also on A03!

~~~Chapter 1~~~

Working at a fish stall is about as entertaining as watching paint dry, in Eclipse’s opinion. For the most part, he sits there watching a couple random humans stare at dead fish eyes until a mental connection is built enough for them to decide to buy the smell sea creature. At Ruin and his boss’s request, he doesn’t tell as many people to “hurry the fuck up” anymore, but the temptation is always there. It’s telling that Ruin prefers to nap underneath the stall, curled around Eclipse’s feet. He isn’t sure what’s so much better about napping under the stall, compared to napping on his nice, comfy blanket nest at home, but he admits, begrudgingly, that the company is nice.

However, a recent change in their routine has been the pups choosing to accompany them during market days. With the job being mostly just sitting there and waiting (as well as trying not to scare away potential customers with his sour expression), it’s fairly easy for Eclipse and Ruin to keep an eye on their children during the workday. Sometimes, they decide to stay home instead, but it isn’t uncommon for one or two to join them when work calls.

Particularly their youngest pup, Loon, only a few months hatched. He still retains the usual clingy nature of baby mers, so attempting to detach him from either Ruin or Eclipse when he wants to latch on is a foolish endeavor. As it stands, the tiny spotted pancake is content to lay in Eclipse’s lap as a ball and snooze the afternoon away, so neither of them is too bothered by this. After all, stall days are rather boring and quiet.

That is… until the Karens of the market happen to show up.

"I can't believe this! Is this what you call customer service?"

Eclipse holds back the urge to roll his eyes as this woman's shrill voice assaults his audio processors. He doesn't even understand what she's upset about. He just asked what fish she wants when she said she was ready to buy.

The woman, some lady with short brown hair and sharp, annoyed blue eyes, continues her rant, pointing a manicured finger at Eclipse. "I have been shopping here for years and you don't even know my order? What kind of shop owner doesn't keep track of his regulars' orders?"

Is that really what she's upset about? The fact he asked what she wanted? Eclipse actually does make an irritated huff at that. He will never understand some humans and their thought processes. The woman’s face screws up in disgust, perhaps from his clear disregard for her complaint. However, she still refuses to actually point out a fish she wants. Eclipse may be a robot, but he’s no mind reader.

Just as he's about to speak up to tell the woman to give him her order or fuck off, though, he feels a shift in his lap. The tiny ball, sleeping rather cozily beforehand, unfurls with a growl and suddenly leaps . There is a flash of blue with yellow spots flying through the air before sense returns to Eclipse. He thanks whatever powers that be for his fast reflexes because Loon was halfway to the Karen's face before he managed to grab him, caging the angry pancake in a gentle, but secure grip of his two hands. His urgency to do so nearly knocks over the stall as he bumps it with his legs – thankfully, it remains standing, though the sight of the woman covered in fishy water would have been entertaining.

Loon cries out in annoyance at the prison he finds himself in. Thoughtless, he waves his stumpy arm at Eclipse’s fingers in an attempt to escape, but it proves rather ineffective. The hisses and growls sounding from Loon mix with the Karen's startled gasp... before her noises turn to that of outrage.

"How... HOW DARE YOU!" she screeches, alerting other humans at the market to this situation. Several turn to watch the commotion. Eclipse instinctively pulls Loon closer to his chest, making sure any wrath she exacts is aimed solely at himself instead, and also trying to shield him from the view of others. However, the woman settles for a much more terrifying method to make her displeasure clear. "Owning a mer as a pet is illegal! You think you're above the law just because you're a robot! I will fix that ! You'll never see that mer again once I'm done with you!"

Eclipse freezes. In his hands, Loon continues to fight, now trying to swipe with his fully intact arm at the lady. He is doing his best to protect him from her anger (and in turn protect this ungrateful bitch from Loon's), but her words seem to make his machinery stop like a heart skipping a beat.

"Once I report this, you'll have your rights revoked and that little... creature will be removed from your lacking care at once! You should have thought twice before siccing such a thing at me in broad daylight! You'll have nothing left once I'm done with-"

Suddenly, the Karen falls silent. Eclipse glances to his left to see that Ruin has now crawled out from under the booth and is giving a very wide smile to this customer - though none of it reaches his eyes.

His voice comes out with feigned politeness. "That 'creature' is my pup, miss. Not a pet. And this robot is my mate. You will not be taking our child nor doing any of the other things you've threatened." His lips pull higher, causing his teeth to flash in the sunlight. Despite the casual way he props up his head on one hand, the other hand stands poised on the stall, displaying sharp claws only a couple feet away from her body. "I'd like to see you try~."

The stall finally falls silent as the woman quickly flees the scene. You never threaten a mer's mate or their pup. Sticking around was a disaster waiting to happen and she at least had the presence of mind to figure that out.

Still, Eclipse can't relax. He feels his body shake, the little hand cage for Loon (who is still hissing and trying to escape to pursue the lady) rattles against itself. It is only when Ruin's cool hands fall onto his that he unconsciously relents and lets Loon free - though Ruin is quick to hold him in place lest he continue to make a scene.

As the pup cries out in righteous fury, Ruin gently mlems his face. "Now now, little one. Dad looks rather upset, don't you think? Shouldn't you try to make him feel better? We don't want Dad to be sad!"

Huffing, Loon looks at Ruin with a glare, but reluctantly turns to Eclipse, who sits there as if a statue. The pup heeds his pa's words and scurries up Eclipse's chest, hugging his flat face and mleming against his cheeks. A soft rumbling purr reverberates through his flat body. This action eventually breaks Eclipse from his stupor. Carefully, he brings his hand up to pet Loon’s tiny head, the baby responding in kind with happy cheeps and faster purrs. Eclipse sighs, closing his eyes and letting the sounds soothe his nerves.

Loon is fine... Loon is safe in his arms, away from that woman. Her words still echo in his mind, but for now, he can relax with his family by his side...

~~~Chapter 2~~~

As the shock started to wear down, only then did the panic begin to emerge within Eclipse's mind. He could feel it as it lurked beneath the thin veil of his self control brushing against his mind like ice cold fingers, a soft chilling echo in his mind whispering the words said by that woman on repeat over and over.

You'll never see that mer again once I'm done with you!

As Eclipse continued to spiral, he could distantly hear Ruin as the mer huffed and thumped his tail against the floor in clear displeasure.

"Honestly the nerve of that woman! Can you imagine being so bold as to threaten a pup in front of their parents? Absolutely-"

The mer trailed off once he turned to face his robotic partner. Despite Eclipse's best efforts to hide it, it was clear Ruin could see his distress as the mer's expression shifted from confused to worried, and in an instant he was by Eclipse's side.

"Eclipse? My dear, are you alright?"

Eclipse didn't reply. He dared not to, knowing his voicebox would betray his inner turmoil with garbled static instead of coherant words. And even as Loon continued to hug his face and mlem his rays, it was not enough to stay the anxiety as it rose like a tidal wave, crashing against his emotional walls as they begun to crack, panic seeping through into his mind like poison. The dark orange animatronic released a rattled vent as the first sharp pang struck his chest, and his fans seized and juttered. 

Fuck.

Eclipse gripped the table, claws digging into the wood. Loon seemed to realise something was wrong as the little pup cheeped at him, his single hand bapping his forehead. Eclipse shakes his head, no no he's fine he's fine it's nothing he's fine-

Ruin let out a small chuff, and Eclipse felt a webbed hand very gently cup his face making him flinch as the mer carefully guided his face toward him meeting a pair of mismatched eyes from behind the little fins of Loon that still wrapped valiantly around his head.

"Dear," Ruin said softly, running a thumb over Eclipse's cheek, "you are clearly not fine. You are having a panic attack."

Eclipse stared, unable to stop another hitch of his vents. He.. he hadn't realised he'd been saying those words outloud.

Ruin continued, "let us go somewhere else, hm? Somewhere quieter."

He feels a gentle tug on his hand and Eclipse numbly realises that Ruin had slipped his other hand into it at some point without him noticing. The storm continued to rage in his mind, but Eclipse forced himself to keep it contained as Ruin helped him onto his shaky feet. Loon shifted himself on Eclipse's head, clambering up to settle on top instead of covering his face, reaching his single arm down to pat at the space between the animatronics eyes. His own little way of telling his dad he's still there.

"Excuse me miss!" Ruin suddenly speaks up and Eclipse jolts having not realised he was zoning out. He realises Ruin is talking to a human girl and it takes him a moment to remember who she is. Short orange hair, above average height, wearing a tank top with a shark printed on the front and has a tattoo of some kind of seabird on her upper left arm. Can't remember her name, but Eclipse knew she was a co-worker. Usually worked out back sorting the fish crates.

So focused he was on recalling the girl, Eclipse didn't realise Ruin had been talking to her. She was looking at Ruin but her gaze switched between the navy coloured mer and Eclipse a look of sympathy on her expression. Normally Eclipse would have scoffed or snarled at the sight of being pitied at but currently his mind was still stuck in panicked turmoil. He looked away instead.

Another sharp pang shot through his chest and his eyes widened as Eclipse briefly forgot where Loon was, realising he wasn't over his face like before. He shot a hand up to his face, only to feel a tiny webbed hand grip his finger and tiny teeth knaw on the casing before mleming it. The typical but overwhelmingly familiar pattern of Loon making his presence known.

Another hitch fell from Eclipse's vents that left him wanting to shrivel up on the floor from embarressment once he realised his action did not go unnoticed. He may have very well done if it wern't for Ruin still holding his hand, keeping him upright. The mer gave his hand a gentle reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah it's not a problem, I can man the stand easy enough" the red haired girl said, continuing the brief conversation with Ruin that Eclipse had not been tuned in to before. "I saw the whole thing with that karen. She was a real bitch."

Ruin huffed, a small growl lacing his words. "That she was. For her sake, i sure hope not to see her likes about this place again." He muttered darkly, his head frills flaring a little.

"Ugh yeah nah I doubt it. Not when the boss hears about it." The girl flapped her hand, "anyway, you go and get him home safe and sound, yeah? I'll let the big man know what's up and all."

Ruin gave her a grateful smile. "Thankyou my dear. Come along Eclipse, Loon. Let's head home, yes?"

The little pancake pup let out a chirrup from the top of his dad's head and Eclipse himself let out a shaky huff, still not trusting himself to speak. Ruin guided them further behind the stall and through the door that led to the chilled storage room. They walked past the crates of fish where they were lined up against the wall and the animatronic had half a mind to reach up and hover a shaky hand over loon lest the little pup got it into his little fishy brain to diving into them. Thankfully however Loon seemed to be quite content remaining fixed to the top of Eclipse's disc shaped head, his fins gripping tightly around the two rays that were still partially poked out between him.

Once they reached the exit door Ruin pushed it open with a small grunt, the squeaky hinges causing Eclipse to twitch before the three of them were exposed to the cool salty sea air. The evening autumn sun was low in the sky, golden light washing over the robot and two mers soaking them in its warm amber glow.

But it was not enough to stay the sudden wave of anxiety as it crashed full force into Eclipse's mind, causing the robot's legs to buckle beneath him. Now that he was away from prying eyes, with only his partner and child to witness him crumble, Eclipse's walls finally broke and he let out a loud shuddering gasp that quickly developed into hyperventilation.

"Oh Eclipse.." he could barely make out Ruin's voice as the mer carefully settled Eclipse down by the wall. Eclipse shuddered, clutching his chest as a sickening pang of anxiety shot through him. His rays began to twitch and jutter from within his disc, and despite his panic Eclipse had enough sense to reach up and tug Loon off his head before the pup could get poked by his erratic rays. Thankfully the little mer came free without a fuss but immedietely clung to his hand chirruping and purring as he nuzzled against his dad's palm.

Eclipse let out a broken glitched sob as he curled around Loon, drawing his legs up. Ruin cheeped and coiled himself around Eclipse, pressing his forehead to Eclipse's own whilst muttering soft reassurances in both english and his own tongue that Eclipse had long since learned to understand after many days of practicing with Ruin. They helped to drown out the echoed screaming words of that banshee of a woman that continued to haunt his mind.

"Hush. I'm here, we're here. You're alright dear. No one is going to take our child. It's going to be ok." Ruin murmered softly, gently nuzzling Eclipse and stroking his cheeks with his thumbs from where his hands carefully held the sides of his head, keeping their foreheads pressed together.

Another hitch escaped Eclipse's vents, but he closed his eyes and forced himself to focus on the feeling of Ruin pressed against him, his words of reassurance and the feeling of Loon as the little pup purred against his chest and mlemed his fingers. After a while of sitting there together, Eclipse finally felt himself beginning to calm down. The panic slowly receded from his mind, taking with it the distant echos of the womans threats. Though he could still feel it lurking in the back of his mind, Eclipse now had it back under control. He let out a sigh, putting back up whatever remained of his shattered walls as he pulled himself away from Ruin.

The mer watched him carefully as Eclipse leaned back releasing a shaky sigh from his vents, still keeping Loon held securely against his chest. He ran a thumb over the spotted scales as Loon cheeped curiously up at him. "Are you alright now dear?" Ruin asked softly.

Eclipse didn't reply immedietely, needing to take a moment to recalibrate his voicebox since it had glitched out during his panic attack. It took only a few seconds and once it was done he let out the biggest and most exasperated groan, throwing a free arm over his eyes. The sun had since gotten lower but it was still too bright and he was beginning to feel the start of a killer headache forming.

"Fucking peachy."

Ruin huffed a small mirthless laugh, as he shifted closer and mlemed Eclipse's cheek. "Do you feel ok enough to stand?" The mer asked, "would be best if we made our way back home now, yes?"

"Give.. give me a minute Ru," Eclipse sighed tiredly, dropping his arm from his eyes and instead wrapping it around Ruin, while the other hand continued to stroke Loon. "I'm still... recalibrating." He settled on, deciding not to mention the fact that his legs felt like strings of jelly. The mer cheeped and pressed his head against Eclipse with a purr. 

"Take your time dear. I can help you walk if needed. I am quite able to do that today so don't fret about that either."

Eclipse rolled his eyes. But before he could respond, suddenly the phone in his pocket which he had completely forgotten about started ringing, startling Eclipse and the two mers with him. Loon hissed and flared his fins but Eclipse pressed him back against his chest before the little pancake tyke could pounce on the device as he weasled it out of his pocket. Ignoring the annoyed squeaks of his child, Eclipse brought the phone out and held it before him.

However the anxiety that lurked in the back of his mind briefly flared again sending a small shooting pang through his chest causing Eclipse to freeze, his mind suddenly jumping to the worst case. What if this was the police calling him? What if the woman had called authorities and they were calling him to tell him Loon would be taken away and Eclipse his rights revoked and-

"Let me answer it sweetheart." Ruin said, breaking Eclipse from his spiralled thoughts as the mer gently plucked the device from the robots hand. Eclipse's fingers twitched but he made no attempt to take it back, instead letting it fall onto his lap, watching as Ruin turned the phone over in his hands before hitting the answer call button.

"Speaking?" Ruin asked politely.

A gruff but familiar voice crackled from the speaker. "Bobby. Is Eclipse there Ruin? He ain't in trouble, but i got word some trouble went down and I wanna know if he's doing alright."

Eclipse felt another brief wave of panic but it died down as soon as his boss mentioned he wasn't in trouble. Ruin glanced over to Eclipse with a sympathetic look as he replied.

"Yes he's with me. Not doing the best i'm afraid, but he is stable, for now at least. I'm taking him home as we speak."

The old man grunted on the other side of the phone, and Eclipse could hear the creak of his chair as he moved. "Alright. Is he alright if i talk to him for a sec? Won't take long."

Ruin looked to Eclipse again with an eyebrow raised, an unspoken question in his eyes. Eclipse sighed, and reached out with his hand. Ruin placed the phone onto his palm, and Eclipse drew it back to hold before his face.

"Yeah?" 

He hated the way his voice sounded so croaky, but his boss didn't comment on it, instead jumping straight to the point and asking "you alright son?"

Eclipse huffed a bemused laugh. It was difficult to not retort with an automatic snappish response of 'do i sound fucking ok?' but he managed to grind out a simple "no."

Bobby clicked his tongue. "Yeah figured as much. Now listen, i'm gonna tell you right now you got nothing to worry about. I heard about what that woman said to ya', Katherine gave me the whole thing and I confirmed it on the cameras. She's on the blacklist so she won't be coming back again."

Eclipse blinked. Oh so that was the red haired girls name-

Bobby continued, "that lady was talkin' shit too by the way. There ain't no way anyones gonna come for your partner or your kid, definitely not in this town. She could land herself in real trouble trying to take a pup from it's parents afterall."

Eclipse pressed Loon a little closer to himself, recalling the vague threat Ruin gave the woman, teeth and claws on full display. "Yeah.."

"Alright son. You get yourself home and rested, yeah? Take tomorrow off if you need it too, i got folk who can cover ya. You'll get yer' paid leave and all too, just let me know beforehand if you can."

Eclipse nodded despite his boss not being able to see it. "Sure. Thankyou." he added on quietely.

"Don't worry about it. Take care of yourself now."

And with that Bobby hung up. Eclipse let out a long sigh as he dropped his arm with the phone still in hand, relief blooming in his chest and the tension in his mind finally starting to ease up more. Only he immedietely had to jerk his hand back up again when Loon made a sudden mad dash for the device in his hand.

Eclipse grumbled a curse as he shoved the device quickly back into his pocket, holding Loon back as he did so. "Stop that!"

Loon growled and swatted in the direction of the pocket as Eclipse scooped him further away. Ruin chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle Loon affectionately which helped cease his gremlin behaviour before looking up at Eclipse with a soft look.

"Shall we head on home then?" 

Eclipse sighed. "Yeah. I think i can stand now."

Ruin grinned, and he shifted himself next to Eclipse who allowed Ruin to manouver his arm around the mers shoulders before helping him stand to his feet. The animatronic stumbled only a little before he regained his balance. Ruin kept his hand wrapped around his though, giving Eclipse's hand a small squeeze which the animatronic returned while Loon scrambled up onto his shoulder and then back to his perch on top of Eclipse's head, sitting quite proudly between his rays.

With that and a gentle tug from his partner, Eclipse allowed Ruin to lead them back home.

[bloos-bloo]

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Whats you favorite au of anything

My AU :3

Lmaoo no, hmmmm it's hard to say. I have a few I can't super well, like, rank them. I WILL however, use this as a chance to shout-out my current obsessions

@twooftheluckyones's AU is DELICIOUSLY fluffy and also makes me cry sometimes, especially the main storyline of the betrayal. Those two are way too powerful. Also their recent foray into more OC content with Baal and Oko has literally ruined my life and inspired me to write several poems. I will forever adore these two, go read their stuff I beg you.

@aychama's Royal AU dude I cannot even with that au. I am feral for anything medieval and Ayça has just made the sweetest lemonade out of those gay lemons. ough, so good. Plus the way it's like a mutual slowburn, but you only ever see Lambert's side of it all? AUGH so tragically well done, I can't wait for each new page. You NEED to see it if you somehow haven't yet.

@bamsara's TROD is the reason I ever got into this fandom, and it remains the only fandom I've ever been in. I've been here 4 months and met so many beautiful people, so if I had to designate a "favourite" I guess it would be theirs? But like, I love so many it's hard to choose anymore

@bloos-bloo's Toybox AU because I'm feral over Emery and also Kallamar and Nari and it's just so deliciously evil and omfg so good. It's like, sinister as hell and I can't really recommend it because it deals with some heavy concepts but omg it's good. Read it when you're older xD

@kiko---random-stuff-probably's Jewel Box AU. We talk in DM's about it allllll the time it's so good I wish I had the power to just let people log into my account and see it all xD. It's really good and the way Kiko writes tragic gays is just magnificent. I can't help it, I'm so invested into them it's tragic.

@the-artist-grimm's Crimson Angel AU has, on several occasions, had me FUCKED UP in the club. That awkward co-parenting but still angry at eachother phase? The betrayal as a whole? THE PARENTING????????????? It's so beautifully written, please go read it.

@ro-bee's Goat AU has me feral because like, Kiran is literally me. No but seriously it's so cute and fluffy and the dog is so pathetic I just need it in my veins.

@aniimoni's mythology AU. It's only had a few pieces made for it at this point, but omg the concept has me crying in the club. Anii is the master of "Here's a cute concept. Now I'm going to tear your heart out" and it tricks me into feeling safe and warm and fuzzy every time until that bastard steals my soul again /pos. Go check Anii out in general if you somehow haven't yet, very cool artist and person in general.

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Hi @baby-bloos!! I was your Secret Skeleton this year! Wrote you a little something spooky in the Sleuth Jesters universe, I hope you enjoy!!

Tagging @naffeclipse and @sunnys-aesthetic since it's y'alls au/aus (if that wasn’t okay please let me know!), I hadn't read Sleuth Jesters prior to making this, very much enjoyed what I did get through before I started writing, hope I did your characters/story some justice! 

I made a few little tweaks to stuff just to fit more with the storyline I was going for (the characters are the same, just some small plot things are adjusted) but obviously Sleuth Jesters and the Detective Au belong to the respective lovely people mentioned up above ^-^

Small content warning for a tiny bit of blood mentions and oil protrayed as blood mentions, nothing super major, just adding to the overall spooky vibe.

Had to post solely on Ao3 for better readability (she got long lol), have fun!

Word count: 8313

Talking about the story under the cut (slight spoilers)

I hope you like it Bloos!!! And again hope I was able to give SJ & the Detective au the spotlight they deserve >_<

Was very nervous to post this ngl 😅 but I like how it turned out! I'm a big fan of the murder mystery trope and couldn't help but incorporate it into my gift :)

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DON’T SAY GOODBYE  (OSR) 

boyfriend!shotaro x gn!reader 

SYNOPSIS: You both loved each other. So much. But you made the hardest decision to break up while you were dining — one last time together because the love you both shared was beginning to consume every sanity you have.  

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, reader is implied to be AFAB but i tried making it very gender neutral. codependent couple, emotional pain. Shotaro is kinda needy for reader’s attention and he’s an overthinker so take that how you will. 

PART OF HEARTBREAK STATION

A/N: sorry for making y’all wait. I just began to spam writing my stuff lol. Also, I’m not even listening to bloo when I’m writing this, we just gotta turn up for a diff direction for the writing.

SONG USED: DON’T SAY GOODBYE BY BLOO. 

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated! 

 

Shotaro can feel something is wrong today. However, he doesn’t voice it as he drives to the dinner date that he made the reservations at months ago.

 On his way to the dinner date, he keeps trying to lay off his negative thoughts while driving. He doesn’t know why he feels this unbearable amount of anxiety piling in his stomach and he keeps thinking of the worst scenario that could’ve happened to him and you. 

 Fuck, why would he do that?

 Then, as he drives past the traffic light and nearing his destination, he is thankful that he didn’t crash and die along the way. He wonders if you’ve ever made it to the restaurant.

 But he’ll save all of those concerns to ask you once he arrives at the place. For now, he’ll keep driving until he sees a familiar building, where you both can wine and dine. And kiss, perhaps spend all nights uncovering each other’s secrets and giving into the temptation.

 He hopes that tonight will be a goodnight.

“Hi, sorry. Do you know which floor the table for Osaki Shotaro is at?” You ask the receptionist, who is typing something onto her company’s computer. She looks up at you, almost as immediately when your voice startles her out of the ‘working’ mode she has on earlier.

“I’ll check in a bit. Please wait for a moment.” She responds, voice sweet like honey and graces you with a smile before she goes back to typing on her computer again, this time though; searching for the customer’s information about the reservation.

“Can I get your name?” She politely asks, noting down the information into the database. 

“L/N Y/N.” 

“Table 5, floor 3, miss.” She turns around again to answer your question and you squeak out a small ‘Thank you.’ before you walk off, your high heels make contact with the marble floor. 

 Your hair sways with every movement you make, your makeup looks seemingly flawless today, a killer look that can easily put people in their trance if they walk past you, making your way around as if you’re here to make a heartbreak statement. Or maybe you do, but it’s something that you’d prefer to tell your boyfriend over the dinner table. 

 Your walk soon comes to a halt as you stop in front of an elevator for the door to open. With the metal door opens itself to you, you take a step, then another, then another… until you’re inside this box and your fingers wander off to the 3rd floor. As it closes and shuts itself tight with you as the only person inside, you begin to let yourself drown with the thoughts of your realization. 

 Maybe you’ve been more than being in denial. But you know that the relationship gets worse overtime. You’re not sure if you wish to stay with him or not, and that thought terrified you. Although you wanted to, it seems like there’s no point of dragging it around anymore. 

 You both are a right match at the wrong time. 

 You reminisce about you and him being college sweethearts, with you being in the same class as him, a year older and all. He was a charming and sweet guy, who was attentive to you and your needs, and eventually, he confessed to you, stating that he has always seen you as more than a mentor. You initially turned him down gently, not wanting to hurt his feelings much. At that time, you thought of him as someone who’s younger and you couldn’t see yourself harbor such feelings.

 He never brought up again and overtime, your feelings for him grew. It started off quite simple— one day, he rushed over to your place when you were busy and in need of buying snacks, but it was almost 2 am and you figured out that you should get it on your own. But since you couldn’t get up no matter how much you tried, you decided to call him as your last resort to have your needs fulfilled. Your sleepy voice made his heart beat, as usual, and like a lovesick fool he is, he quickly rushed out of bed, put on his shirt, jeans and jacket and made his way out of the door. He wouldn’t let you sleep without being hungry, ever. 

 And in a blink of an eye, he showed up with the snacks you wanted and even energy drinks, successfully managed to find where you live even though the live location you sent him lagged and the accuracy of the app isn’t the app’s strong suit.

Since then, you developed feelings for him, because of his kindness. You were deeply afraid that he would no longer like you, but luckily, he still has a place for you in his heart. And the love story of you both was something out of a fairytale, with him being the one who’s head over heels and always tends to your heart in every single aspect. He’s a perfect boyfriend. 

 He’s perfect. 

 Too perfect.

 And soon enough, you both developed intense attachment to one another, to the point that everybody noticed that there was too much involvement from him in your life and vice versa. You don’t know how to be yourself anymore, so does he.

 The elevator opens and you quickly exit, the sound of the heels clicking against the marble floor doesn’t startle anybody who eats there, in fact, they’re too immersed in their conversations to notice that you’re the newcomer. 

 Your eyes scan to the 5th table that the receptionist told you about earlier and you see the table, empty on both sides. You raise your eyebrow, puzzled that for once, your boyfriend is running late, instead of you. Usually, you always arrive after him, routinely just a minute or two.

 You tug your dress, then gently pull your chair and sit down, with your designer handbag laying on your thighs. You suppose you can wait for him for once, eyeing the empty seat in front of you.

 Meanwhile, Shotaro makes it to the restaurant on time. As he grabs his phone and checks over for his wallet and seeing it’s set, he quickly grabs his keys and leaves the car, quickly walking from the parking lot of the fancy restaurant to the entrance. 

 He checks the watch, realizing he’s by 3 minutes later. He feels bad, knowing that you’re probably waiting for him. His long legs do help steady his steps to be more precise, as he quickly makes his way to the receptionist desk. He stands there, almost frozen as he doesn’t know what to do next.

 He bites his lips, wanting to confirm his place and wondering if you have arrived yet.

“Hi, sorry. My name’s Osaki Shotaro and I’m just here to confirm if my table was the 5th one on the 3rd floor? And have you seen a person come by, who asked for my table?” 

 The receptionist, bless her, startles out of her trance, asking him to repeat his words again as she was busy organizing the table’s lists and orders, typing all information into the little work website they have. 

 He smiles, embarrassment fills over his face, as he repeats again, this time, gentler but also, slightly more panicked.

“Ah… reservation for me, Osaki Shotaro, 5th table on the 3rd floor. Is that correct?” 

“Yes, sir. That is correct.” The receptionist nods, confirming his words. He then takes the chance to ask about you. 

“Um… Have you seen someone who came and asked for my reservation?” He catches his breath, clarifying. “L/N Y/N, the name of the person I’m asking.” 

 The receptionist nods before responding “Yes, sir, I assume they have gone up there already.” 

 His eyes light up at the confirmation that you’re already here, possibly waiting for his presence. He smiles, nodding like a happy child.

“Thank you. Thank you.” 

 He bows to the receptionist, leaving her stunned as his legs spread and sprinting directly to the closed off elevator. He can’t be sure if there was someone in there or if it’s empty, but he doesn’t want to miss it. 

 His rough and slender finger taps onto the button, frantically pressing onto the G floor like his time would be running out soon. He breathes the sigh of relief, although to calm his beating heart that threatens to fall out of his chest. 

 As the elevator opens, he quickly steps inside, letting it close before he presses on the 3rd floor, letting it lead him to where you are. Thank god it’s empty.  

 Back to you, who is anxiously waiting for him. You keep looking at the time, wondering if there’s something happening and if you should call him. He never once was late for your date nights together at all.

 You take out your phone to dial his number, wondering if he runs late or is there an accident. 

 You were about to call for him when a disoriented man runs towards your direction, hair quite messy and panic scatters all over his face. His cologne is hard to miss— it belongs to the only man you’ve been waiting for. 

“I’m sorry, did you wait for me?” 

 He looks apologetic, his eyes soften as he looks at your polished appearance and the phone in your hand. Your screen lights up and he could sense that you would’ve rung his line if he arrived any later than this. 

“Yeah. Sit down.” You tell him softly, putting down your phone into your handbag. 

 He sheepishly pulls out his chair and then gently sits down, facing you as he combs his hair, trying to look presentable in front of you. 

“I’m sorry I was late. I don’t have any excuse… but I was so anxious that I couldn’t get here on time. I’m so sorry.” He apologizes, lips bitten, shame fills deep in his heart. 

“It’s fine. I was really worried that something happened to you during our way here, you know?” You explain, and you yourself, feel that pang in your stomach too. 

 As if your time with him is coming to an end. 

 It’s tragic. 

 He nods before he follows up with another question after some minutes of complete silence. 

“Have you ordered anything?”  

“I haven’t. I was waiting for you.” You tell him the truth, a little sign escapes your lips, which didn’t pass Shotaro’s observation. 

“Ah… I feel bad.” He scratches at the back of his neck. “Should I get your favorite steak?” 

 You nod, not giving much attention to his words. Normally, you’re more attentive to his words, but today, you almost seemed cold and indifferent. Unfortunately, that also didn’t escape from Shotaro’s watchful eyes. 

 Did you stop loving me?

 Those words echo in his brain, as he notices how you’re not as enthusiastic about this tonight. 

 He soon called out for the waiter to place an order. The entire time that you both digest the dinner as the dishes get placed on the table, you both keep quiet, instead of letting the conversation flow like you’d usually would. 

 You’re not usually talkative, but at least, you’d always try to make light of the atmosphere to keep it in a good mood. You find it difficult to do now because there’s a lump in your throat, you can’t talk whenever you want to in front of him. 

 You’re afraid that you’ll break him. But your fragile self will break even more. 

 You gently wipe your lips with a tissue, looking at him with an unreadable expression on your face. You’re thinking to yourself that it’s not worth it anymore. It’s killing both him and you on the inside.

 You loved him as much as you also recognized that the relationship was starting to wear down on you. You both become… too much for each other. 

 You couldn’t exist without him by your side.

 It’s a painful realization that you came to make when you suddenly woke up one day and feel anxious to be by yourself. Deep down, you know that Shotaro will like you no matter what, but you just… you lost a part of yourself. You can see that you both were never meant to be like this.

 Did you fall out of love? It’s more complicated than that. 

 But if anything, you started to recognize the patterns of extreme codependency, whether in emotional or physical ways. You recently started to distance yourself from him, wanting to set both of you and him free.

 The slow flow of grape wine that he pours into the glass awakes you out of the thoughts that battle between your heart and brain. You don’t want to ruin this moment, but the tension becomes thicker as time drags on. 

 This might be by far, the longest dinner date that you both have. 

 You also get the same wine and pour it into the wine glass, lips pressed into the rim and slowly, letting the drop of the bitter taste seep into your throat. 

 You know Shotaro doesn’t drink much. He pours such a little amount because he drives here. So you never asked him why he won’t indulge in the act of drinking. You then gently place the wine glass in front of you, looking at him, heart pounds with anxiety to break this news to him. 

 After awhile, you sigh, your silky voice utters the words that you never thought would be spilled from your lips. 

“I don’t think we can do this anymore.” You say it softly, eyes showing the utmost sadness in your words.

 His worst nightmare came true. 

 Chib, chib, chib. 

 That’s the sound of the arrow stabbed right into his fragile heart, your words are the deadliest weapon and the purest medicine that could cure him. But right now, you intended to kill him with those simple words. He brings himself to ask you a question, not sure if he heard you right and he was hoping that you were just joking when you said those words. 

“You’re joking right?” 

 The silence that follows after, tells him everything that he needed to know. 

 He can sense the emotions linger in the air, without you having to ever utter it out. His voice shakes a bit, as he speaks softly, biting the bullet to hear the confirmation from you himself. 

“Is this the end of us?” 

 You don’t know how to act, maybe you shouldn’t underestimate that he would read you like an open book. 

 The silence drags on for a long time, you couldn’t force yourself to say anything— which heightens Shotaro’s anxiety. Maybe he had been wrong about the intuition that you don’t love him anymore. Maybe… maybe-

“Maybe…” You whimper softly, gaze lingers on him and then at the wine glass. “I’m really sorry.” 

“Will I know why?” His voice chokes up as he asks that question. It’s not out of necessity, but mere curiosity… or even trying to see if he’s inferior to the kind of person that you longed for, but he couldn’t give to you. He sighs as his chest is tightening with pain and overwhelming sadness that everything is coming to an end. 

“Did you fall out of love with me?” 

 You shake your head in pure disagreement before you give a reply. “No.” You then hesitate to continue, not sure if it’s what you should be saying, but you decide that you came this far and confessed this much. It wouldn’t hurt to say more “I don’t think… we’re supposed to be like this. This codependent, this attached… that we lost ourselves anymore.” 

 He nods his head slowly, processing your words. It’s true— he loves you more than life itself. But you’re right— it’s not good or healthy for a relationship to progress like yours like this. 

 If only he could turn back time and be a better man. 

 The restaurant is quiet, the slow music is playing to accommodate the tense atmosphere that has been set by you both. People from a few tables away can’t hear the conversation that you both are having. Much less, a break up like this. 

“Can’t we fix this?” His voice gets more panicked, his hands shake, he’s close to losing his mind. His hands reach out to grab yours, all delicate and perfect, with a promise ring on your finger. A ring that he bought for you a year ago. You return the favor, fingers caressing softly onto the matching ring on his hand. 

“I don’t think… It's just our problem together. It’s us that have problems separately that came together and bundled it up.” You suck in your breath, it pains you to say it too. “We had so many of these talks, but it’s like we failed to meet our promises to be the healthier version of ourselves.” 

 His heart drops low, he had never felt so hopeless before. 

 The silence lingers in the air after your statement. The slow breathing from both you and him, as an attempt to calm one another’s hearts down, doesn’t seem to be much of a help. Finally, he brings himself to utter the phrase that he despises saying it. 

“Is there no hope for us?” He asks, voice breaks as he is confronted by the reality to see that the relationship suffocates you, much to his selfishness.

“I don’t think so.” You shake your head firmly. Knowing that you both are in too deep and this is doing more harm than good. He is reluctant to accept the extent of their situation, but he sighs, confronting the reality. 

 They’re beyond broken. 

 He braces himself to ask another question, breathing through his mouth, attempting to take control of his trembling voice that only gets worse overtime. 

“We worked it out fine, didn’t we?” 

“I thought we did.” 

 ‘I thought we did.’ 

 Deep down, he knows it. You’ve always been the more mature one in the relationship, but you feel like someone he should be protective over. Maybe it’s because that you always rely on him and in turn, it also feeds into him being your savior that the relationship reaches the breaking point like this. 

“Am I too immature?” He asks, eyes pleading with a look that asks you to stay. To just try for them one last time. “Too intense?” 

 You can’t lie and say it isn’t. Because it is. But it’s also your fault that you allow it to go as far as possible. To the point of no return. 

“I don’t know what went wrong.” You say softly. You don’t remember when it did go wrong. “I wish I knew. But by the time I realized that we’re dysfunctional… It's way too late. All those talks never helped.” 

 You’ve always been the rational one between the both of you. But right now, he wishes you weren’t so rational. 

“I’m sorry.” Shotaro chokes it out, his heartstring is being painfully pulled out as he feels his chest tightens more and more from the pain and shame that he never seems to be bettering himself to be enough of a good boyfriend for you. 

 You sigh, you love him a lot. But it’s so hard on you too, and not just him who has to sit here and listen to how they both messed up. 

“I’m codependent and I’m… a bit starved of validation. I’m sure that it wouldn’t sound much to you but I grow more insecure and doubtful of myself. I don’t know why.” 

 You know why. 

 You were never loved. And when you love, you don’t know how to. You need a lot of therapy and inner healing to do. 

“I’m sorry too.” You try to hold back from crying, this is making your heart hurt, your whole body hurts itself from the intensity of your emotions, mirroring him. 

“Don’t say goodbye just yet.” He whispers, his eyes tell you everything he needs to know— after all, it’s the window to his soul, as slow drops of waterfall coming right out of his beautiful sparkling but pained eyes. 

 You wanted to do that badly, but you prioritize your sanity and his over the love that you both have. 

“We can’t keep going on like this.” 

 He knows that, maybe it’s time to say goodbye. But what will happen to the dream life that they worked so hard towards to achieve it? 

 Will it all go in vain? 

“What about everything else?” His voice chokes up in pain and you want to cry from the pain that radiates from his voice. It kills you just as much as it kills him. 

 You retreat back from his grasp, as much as you liked the warmth of his hands. Right now, it overwhelms your senses, one that you couldn’t ignore and you’d want to cry into his arms and ask for another chance, but you couldn’t do it. You’d be selfish and trapped you both in a relationship of nothing but the unhealthy cycle that won’t be as beautiful as you had hoped for in the long run. 

 He watches you as you remove the matching ring he had gotten for you and it hits him, you both are really over. 

 There will be no more you and him. 

 You used to envision yourself getting married to him, thinking that he’s the perfect man. He still is, but you both aren’t made for each other anymore. Time changes you both. 

“I’m thankful that we had a wonderful time together.” You reply softly, the voice that he always adores, filled with gratitude that he doesn’t want to hear. 

 You let your tears fall onto the silver ring, as you gently place it onto the table with care and attentiveness to make sure that he won’t lose it. Then, you stand up, grabbing your handbag, as he watches you hopelessly. 

 Your tears seamlessly drop onto the silver ring; the ring that once held the promise of the forever future you both will be having are being snatched away by your words. You place the ring onto the white cloth that covers the table, the ring shines with your tears, as shining as the day he first met you, right in front of him. 

 He feels hopeless as you stand up, strapping your handbag and adjusting it accordingly and watching you wipe your tears in front of him like that. 

 You smile bitterly, the sincerity of your smile makes it worse. 

“Thank you for everything.” 

 And as you walk away until you disappear out of his sight in this beautiful restaurant, he knows that it’s time he says goodbye to this relationship, too.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

[bloofusqkazoo]

What is your Fosters AU comic going to be about?

OUUU. Well, I have two AU ideas. One is a fan prequel, and one is a fan sequel spinoff to the original series. I’ve decided to start with the fan spinoff ‘sequel’.

I’m actually glad you asked this question! I’ve been having so much fun with it lately, and I’ve kept it all to myself for a while now. I’m finally going to start working on it now that I feel my drawing skills have improved enough to actually work on a comic. I’ll answer your question with a few points:

It’s a fan spin-off AU.

Basically, the project I’m currently working on is a fan spinoff mini comic au that takes place years after the original series.

I don’t want to spoil too much, but Mac and Goo are now adults who work part time at Foster’s with Frankie. Mac works there while also studying at a local college— a lot of online stuff— but he doesn’t really treat it like college. He’s a really smart guy and has no issues with his studies— he lives close enough that he doesn’t need a dorm. So he passes on the whole ‘college guy experience’, so that he can be with his friends. Mac is moved out at this point, so. You know what that means. A certain two best friends are now living together again.

It also delves into who adopts Cheese and why. We also meet a few new characters like Frankie’s kid son, and his imaginary friend— who pisses Bloo off immensely lmao.

Some of the other main 3 friends are adopted, some aren’t. But they all remain close and keep in contact, especially Bloo and Eduardo. All of the main 4 are in the comic don’t worry. That’s all I’ll say on that for now.

Madame foster is still alive but is very very old and isn’t as spry and sharp as she was before. Her and Bloo sometimes have shouting matches when she doesn’t quite hear him correctly lol.

Herriman is still around, obviously.

We also have a huge redemption arc for Berry, who I love endlessly. She and Bloo meet again after years of never hearing from one another again. (Probably my most favourite part of the entire AU, lmao.)

We have a few new original characters who are villains that have huge parts to play in the comic. There is a little action and many nods to the original series in there as well.

Annnnd a whole bunch of other stuff I don’t wanna say yet lmao.

Basically every character from the original series has something they’re up to now, even if they aren’t heavily involved in the comic you’ll know where they are in life, which I decided to do because I know every character in the show has fans!

Long story short, it’s about friendship and life. Heavy on comedy and a few emotional moments. It’s fan art in story form!

There are time skips

there are 1-2 time jumps planned for the comic, since I also want to explore Mac and Bloo’s life later down the line as well and not just in Mac’s early 20’s. We also have a few romances/friendships that will eventually flow into the story and will need time to develop. Most of the story will take place without time skips though.

It’s G rated, completely sfw and no weird stuff

It’ll be for all ages and will have nothing inappropriate aside from the occasional use of mild language like ‘moron’ ‘Pissed’ Or ‘screw’ for comedic purposes. Nothing suggestive at all but a little sprinkle of romance. Despite the fact some of the human characters are now adults, I will not do anything inappropriate with them because this is my childhood show and that’s honestly not my cup of tea.

This will take a bit of time for me to create. I won’t be able to spit issues of the comic out overnight. Currently, I’m doing this on my own and I want to make sure it’s what I envision it to be. It’s special to me, and some of these ideas I’ve had since I was a kid. If anyone is interested in helping me write or illustrate future issues of the fan comic, let me know! I’m totally open to adding people to my project, though the majority of it is independent. Also, this is strictly a fan project. I will not make any money off of Craig a McCracken’s characters, nor do I want to.

Aaaaaand that’s about everything you need to know for now :) it’ll be so fun though, and I’m excited to share it with the fhfif community!

[bluecoolr]

Tell me about Bloo’s relationship with Raphael!!! Please!!! Admittedly I have very limited knowledge about Raphael considering I only just started BG3, but gimme the basics or any interesting tidbits you might have :3

Ace, you've blessed my askbox!! 🥹💖🙏🏼 I'll try my best to give you all the tidbits while trying not to spoil bg3 for you!!!

Can a cambion feel love? Sure, but it's very different from the love we know. How “wholesome” their love is depends on how much of their non-fiendish lineage they accept or act on. Raphael lives in denial - he hates the fact that he isn't a full-blooded devil. Bloo never got to feel like anything but a devil.

Devils and their half-offspring can possess. They can desire. It's fierce, greedy, and jealous. Since souls are on the line, “courtship” is relentless. Working to get the object of their affections is the most thrilling part of a prospective relationship. Maintaining their claim over their partner holds pretty much the same sentiment as regular marriage.

Raphael's interest in Bloo started after she got infected with the tadpole, since he knew he could use her to further his own agenda. His interest quickly turns into obsession. Bloo was similarly intrigued by him. He's charismatic and handsome. More than that, he's someone that looks like her who seems to have considerable power. Basically, he fueled that small flame of ambition in her.

ANYWAY

Some of the stuff they do as spouses:

They rarely hold hands. Raphael normally holds Bloo's waist. Bloo holds on to his (upper) arm.

More likely to embrace than hold hands.

They (fully) kiss only when they're alone. When they do, it's the hungry kind - all teeth and claws.

Pecks on the cheek, neck, and knuckles are very common and sometimes done with a theatrical flair.

Bloo equally feeds and makes fun of Raphael's vanity.

She points out his age to tick him off. She likes seeing his brow crumple into a frown

Raphael pisses off Bloo by speaking in riddles. He's blabbering and she looks at him like

They live separately at times.

Bloo's seat of power is an icy stronghold on an ice floe. It's very much a Persephone setup. She has to maintain order in Stygia (crush revolts, enforce proper taxation) and goes home to Raphael in the House of Hope.

Bloo sneaks away from her duties to meet with Raphael.

When he does visit her, he gives unsolicited political advice as a way of flirting.

Raphael's crown stays on during sex

He's been a million times more attached and horny for Bloo ever since she gave him the crown

Bloo's the one in the relationship who tries to convince Raphael to stay in the morning.

Raphael hosts a lot of banquets, Bloo gets bored

Raphael doesn't want to admit, but he is obsessed with her. He writes poetry and ballads about her that never see the light of day

He gives her generous gifts in jewelry and trinkets.

They don't like each other's dads.

The captain of the Stygian guard is infatuated with Bloo, and Raphael wants nothing more than to fillet him

Haarlep is a welcome 3rd member in their relationship.

Bloo encourages Haarlep to take their true form when they're with her. She's also the only one who knows their true name.

On the topic of heirs, Raphael wants one eventually, and Bloo is more than willing to give him one... or five.

[vanillasm00ches]

In need for a k(pop) roleplay partner!

(Long-term preferably, please <3)

MUSES Groups: SEVENTEEN, ATEEZ, SKZ, TXT, GOT7, MONSTA X, ONEUS, ENHYPEN, ZB1, TBZ, WAYV, SF9, A.C.E, VICTON, ONLYONEOF, RIIZE.

Singles: Jimin/Taehyung/Jungkook (BTS), Baekhyun (EXO), WOODZ, Woosung (THE ROSE), DPR Ian, BLOO, Bang Yongguk, Lee Minhyuk (HUTA/BTOB), LEGO (LYKN), Junseo (WEi), Cha Jungwoo, Park Sunghoon (mainly as Jeon Jaejun from 'The Glory'), Lee Dohyun, Kim Jihoon, Jeff Satur, Bas Asavapatr, Fuaiz Thanawat, Us Nititorn, Joong Archen, Boss/Noeul, Zeepruk, Hu Yetao (for BamTao only <3), Shun/Dai (The Boyfriend).

! Please, go through the list of muses before anything !

Hello! I'm searching for a RP partner for MxM plots and couples only, as you can see from my muses, so if you're into that, you already got bonus points for it, haha!

I can play 1x1 as much as I can play 2x2 if there's chemistry and we want to explore more than one pair, totally negotiable and up for it. I enjoy dark romance a lot, it involves a lot of drama and the dynamics always shift from uncertainty to angst, to even worse, depending on the trope and I've always had a soft spot for angsty, twisted stories with maddening desire and obsessive love. I'm up for morally gray characters as well, as long as we both discuss our limits, our YESes and hard NOs. I'm always careful with the heavy themes, because if I know my partner isn't comfortable with describing S/A (just an example), we won't be doing that at all. Or just mentioning it briefly, nothing to make the other person uncomfortable in any way. But I'm also good with sweet, fluffy cute stories and I can shape my characters into the nicest boyfriends if that's what you desire. I'm sure we can meet each other's preferences and that doesn't necessarily have to imply something dark. I can go from the passionate villain to the kindest lover without a problem. NSFW themes with a plot is what i truly enjoy, it's something that keeps me there, but only if the plot is intriguing and interesting enough for the both of us. I crave chemistry between our tastes as well, not only between our characters. I'm also a person that enjoys feedback for what I write and your ideas shared without hesitations might make my day better! (The dirtier, the better ;) ). I love sharing gifs and songs to highlight the mood or imagine stuff about our characters.

Lastly, I got to mirror my partners throughout the years, so if you want us to write in third person and to a certain length, there isn't something we can't work on together. Just don't treat me with the bare minimum and a dry speech. It's must be one of my hard icks. Communication is the key and I'm sure we can find suitable things for both of us if you're on the same page with me.

REACT TO THIS POST OR TEXT ME IF I MANAGED TO GET YOUR ATTENTION, THANK YOU!

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[bloo-the-dragon]

Run Boy Run

A bit of an experimental one shot focusing on Bloodmoon (sams) and FC set when Bloodmoon was under Foxy and Monty's command many months ago, which is actually when i first drafted this lol. Woke up in a cold sweat and wrote most of it before forgetting about it until today.

So basically it's a what if situation where Stitchwraith shows up and Bloodmoon fulfils his command to protect FC. It's really not a redemption thing, more a what if they obeyed their command kinda deal. About 2.7k words!

(Also on AO3!)

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Bloodmoon was guarding FC at the daycare. They did not want to be here. They would rather be anywhere else than stuck in this accursed place. Perhaps it would not be so bad if there was human children running around, but it was well after hours and it was just them and the little fox brat here. And he was under very strict orders not to harm the child lest they find theirselves swifted wiped from existence.

So here they sat, grumbling and clawing at the playmats as they were co-erced begrudginly into playing a game of castles by FC who wanted them to be the monster in the loch that surrounded his mighty castle made from those stupid barrels.

Admittedly the sight of the spherical objects made the twins a little uneasy, memories in the back of their shared mind of being faced with one held by a certain yellow animatronic, a flash of light and then nothing. But the barrels were supposedly safe now and no longer a danger. They remained skeptical of this, and so chose not to touch them leaving the fox child to stack them as he wished while they lay sprawled out on the ground, tearing fresh holes into the gross blue mats.

They wondered how much longer of this hell they would have to endure. One half was consistently egging the other to make a break for the doors, they could so easily clamber up the woodwork and squeeze between the gap toward their freedom. Multiple times the more logical half had to remind their erratic twin of the bomb planted so neatly into their head. And more so again as FC bonked them with a barrel to get their attention. They did snap their jaws in warning though, which ceased FC's actions and they snickered as the little fox suddenly startled and fell backwards.

However they quickly realised it was not them who caused FC to startle so. Hearing the sounds of uneven footsteps, they snapped their head around to see the Stitchwraith making it's way toward them.

Immedietely Bloodmoon was on their feet, teeth bared and claws out ready to attack. But experience had taught them to not immedietely jump and to be wary of the abomination as they knew it had many foul tricks up the cloak it wore. They made the mistake of jumping into action against it once, they would not do so again.

'FC' The Stitchwraith called out, drawing out the C' in a sickeningly soft voice. 'Come here, come to me.'

FC did not respond. He appeared to be too frightened, crouching behind the barrel that he had been hitting Bloodmoon with not a minute ago. Stitchwraith took another step forward and Bloodmoon growled, snapping their jaws in warning. The command to protect FC was starting to kick in in full and despite how much it sickened them, in the end they hated Stitchwraith more than they did the fox and his brat.

Stitchwraith seemed to notice their presence, and it called out to them next. 'Bloodmoon. Bring him to me. Now.'

Bloodmoon twitched at the command. They almost complied, the accursed instincts to follow orders activating. Plus it being Stitchwraith, someone they had unknowingly followed like an obediant dog for months.

But Stitchwraith was no longer their ward, their master. They had none.

Was Foxy their master? Coding said yes but Bloodmoon aggressively disagreed. 

The old fox had treated them well though, better than the others. While they were forbiddan to maim people they were still provided sustenance as meager as it was. Animal blood couldn't compare to human blood afterall. It was less sustaining. But it was something.

FC whimpered, as Stitchwraith called for him again. This time Bloodmoon recognised the voice, the so called 'nice' one. They knew it to be a lie. They knew that one was more a snake than the other.

The twins considered briefly their next course of action. One side, the more angry one wanted to follow as they had been told and to lunge, kill the Stitchwraith as was their command.

Attack ATTACK it is weak, we shall maim and tear and feast!

No.. Something is wrong brother. Surely you feel it too. Weakened as it is, i sense something is amiss.

Their spiral eyes narrowed, and they growled menacingly as they lowered themself to the ground ready to pounce or bolt. Yet there was something... off about the Stitchwraith. When they first spied it they immedietely noticed it appeared to be more damaged than it had been the last time they'd seen it. The steps it took were uneven and it walked with a heavy limp. They could hear a sickening grinding noise with every movement almost as if it were forcing itself to move. It did not sound comfortable. It sounded like it was in a great deal of pain.

And that meant it was weak. Less of a threat, easier to take down.

But still they'd held their ground. Past experience aside, the closer it got the more the twins sensed that it seemed to be almost more.. powerful than before. Despite how badly damaged it was, the red core that sat in the center of the mangled robots chest thrummed with such potent energy that even they could sense it.

The abomination's patience appeared to wane, as with a sudden burst of energy it took a couple of quick steps forward, claws outstretched toward FC.

'Come here. Now.'

Bloodmoon saw red. Quite literally.

The red core in Stitchwraith's chest began to glow and Bloodmoon reacted on pure instinct. Twisting their head, they clamped their teeth onto the scruff behind the tiny fox's neck elicting a startled yelp from the child before turning and bolting out of the daycare on all fours.

There was an angry shout, something that sounded like a 'No!' But Bloodmoon didn't dare look back, didn't slow down. They scrambled up the wooden doors and squeezed through the gap at the top just as one half had been pre-planning prior to this. As they lept down, the wooden doors cracked and splintered before bursting open with a looud bang behind them.

But the twins and the little fox within their jaws were already up the stairs. They ran faster, running in an erratic zigzag as bolts of red electrical like energy struck the ground on either side of them.

They dashed out of the daycare, their claws scrabbling to find grip on the marble floor that led toward the main entrance. They began making big leaps and bounds, almost like a bunny and at one point they even ran briefly across the wall before finally making it to the double doors leading to the pizzaria lobby.

They burst through the doors, nearly snapping one off its hinges in the process. They stop briefly to finally check behind them, to see how close the Stitchwraith was. They couldn't see it, they had managed to outrun it. But they knew better than to hang around in such an open space.

They looked around, the little fox swinging in their jaws as the red and blue animatronic searched frantically for a place to hide. One side pointed their shared view to a specific hole in the ceiling, meant for the elevator that sit broken by the escalators. It could work to hide them if they could get up there.

Wasting no time, they darted toward the giant glowing pillars that connected the elevator to the ceiling. They lunged and grabbed onto one, grunting and hissing as the bright light hurt their sensitive eyes. But they scrambled their way up it regardless and into the gaping space above.

They were able to only get up so far though as there was a metal barrier of some kind blocking the rest of the way. A safety measure should anything fall in from above they would assume. But they were up far enough that they should not be so easily spotted.

Bloodmoon adjusted theirself, finding purchase with their claws and supports for their feet to keep theirselves in place. FC remained scruffed in their teeth, and the little fox whimpered as he hung almost precariously, his eyes closed tight as to not look at the high distance between them and the ground below.

The red and blue jester hissed a low and dangerous 'quiet' just as the Stitchwraith appeared, slamming the daycare entryway doors aside and completely snapping the already broken one off the hinges.

Both Bloodmoon and FC went very still. They couldn't directly see Stitchwraith at this angle but they could hear as well as sense it. The eerie energy that radiated from it was all too hard to miss, as were the uneven footsteps and sounds of broken machinery as the mangled animatronic prowled below them.

'FC? Where are you buddy? If you hear me just call out! Did Bloodmoon hurt you? I'll come rescue you, don't worry'

FC didn't make a sound but Bloodmoon could feel him tremble, how the tiny fox curled in on himself even more tucking his legs and tail close. The smell of fear was strong and it took all of their effort to not give into the sudden urge to bite down fully.

More accursed mechanical noises, more soft calls carrying false words of encouragement and poisonous promise. At one point Bloodmoon spied the Stitchwraith as it moved below them. Their spiral eyes fixed on it immedietely following its every move with intense focus, their body completely still and tense and ready to lunge the moment the mangled robot turned its hooded head up toward the two.

But it did not. Instead the calls fell quiet and Bloodmoon could barely hear the angry hushed whispers to itself. With a sudden angry snarl accompanied by crackles of more red energy that had FC flinching harshly, Stitchwraith turned and stormed off in another direction once again leaving their line of sight.

However Bloodmoon dared not move, remaining completely still. Both sides were silent even in their mind, both being completely hyper focused with one side listening and looking out for the looming danger below them and the other holding back the bloodlust being triggered by FC's terror.

Even as the sounds grew softer and eventually disappeared entirely they did not dare to move. For all they knew, the Stitchwraith could still be nearby, waiting for them to come out of hiding so it could ambush them. They wern't taking the chance.

They knew not how long they stayed there. Could have been an hour, could have been ten minutes. Either way, FC started to whine softly the events taking its toll on the little fox. Bloodmoon growled a warning and that shut him up quick. But not a minute after, there were sounds of footsteps approaching which had both tensing up once again before a familiar voice followed.

'FC? FC Where are you? Bloodmoon? Either of you are you here?'

It was Foxy. FC perked up instantly, and with only slight hesitation called out to his dad.

'I'm here father!'

With that, Bloodmoon finally moved from his position, grabbing onto the accursed glowing pillar and sliding down it to where Foxy was waiting for them.

Bloodmoon released FC from their jaws, and the little fox instantly bolted away and over to Foxy. Bloodmoon twitched in a barely restrained effort to not automatically chase after him, but otherwise remained where they were, flexing their claws as they fought to calm their bloodlust as well as their own nerves.

Meanwhile Foxy checked over his son frantically. 'Are you alright? Did he hurt you?' Foxy immedietely shot Bloodmoon a glare as he noticed the faint bite mark on the back of his sons neck. While the faux fuzz skin was not torn, there were clear puncture marks.

Bloodmoon notices his glare and they let out a scoff, turning their head away. But FC is shaking his head drawing the older fox animatronic's attention back.

'No no! I am not hurt they... Bloodmoon saved me from the Stitchwraith!'. 

'I.. see' Foxy couldn't help the slight skeptisim from entering his voice but. 'Well.. Good. Glad to see you're capable of following orders then' Foxy directed his voice over to Bloodmoon. The red and blue jester shot him a snarl but they did not answer, instead plopping theirselves onto the floor and clawing halfheartedly at the carpet.

Foxy sighed, and turned back to his son. Aside from the bite mark he looked to be ok just a little shaken. 'I saw the Stitchwraith on the cams. Came here fast as i could. I'm sorry you had to deal with that but you're safe now.'

FC fiddled with his hands. 'Can we go home now?'

'Yeah kid, we can go home. Won't be back here for a while. I already gave Monty a call on my way down here so. He should be here soon, so just hang tight for a bit alright?'

'What if the Stitchwraith comes back?'

'Then we'll deal with it should happen. But i think it's gone for now and we won't be here for much longer.'

'Ok father..'

Foxy ruffled his sons head. 'Atta' boy.' He then stood and turned his attention to Bloodmoon, considering his options. They had done exactly as they were commanded which was... surprising honestly. Foxy had assumed they would have been torn apart by the Stitchwraith. Afterall their main purpose was to hold them off long enough for him or Monty to get down there. They had surprised him today.

Foxy hummed. He wondered.

While Foxy and FC were talking, Bloodmoon had tuned them out. They were starting to feel weary. The effort it took of holding back their bloodlust combined with the sudden burst of energy that had them bolting across the plex was starting to take its toll. The twins were tired and hungry and their arms and legs beginning to feel a little sore. Conflicting emotions swam within them from both sides. The satisfaction in their code of fulfilling their order to protect FC conflicting with the command denied to bring FC to the Stitchwraith as they were told to.

They hated this. Hated being stuck like this. Hated that they were bound to the commands of two masters. They knashed their teeth, wanting nothing more than to feast on soft flesh and warm blood before curling up and going to sleep.

They flinched as their name was called, flinching back as they realised the old fox was suddenly standing next to them. One half of them automatically hissed and swiped but the other half held them back as they processed a question that had been asked to them.

'What?'

Foxy had his hands held up in a non threatening manner. A difficult feat to accomplish when one had was literally a hook. 'Negative O. That's your favourite right?'

Bloodmoon tilted their head in a confused manner, but they warily nod. 'Alright, ok good got it' Foxy replies, 'listen you did good today so tell you what. I'll get you one blood bag as a treat. Maybe two if you behave between now and when we get home. Sound good?'

The twins do not answer, squinting at the old fox in suspicion. Was this a trick? Some kind of ploy? For what reason would he do this? They did not believe for a moment this 'good behaviour' shit he was spewing. They had simply done what they were commanded to do, nothing more.

However, the prospect of having actual human blood, and their favourite type no less was too good to pass up. They inwardly agreed with one another they could play the little nice nice game for a little longer too if it meant getting an extra bag so they nodded their head again.

'Alright good' Foxy nods mostly to himself before turning to FC. He had noted Bloodmoon looked tired and FC was looking increasingly like he could use a nap, the stress finally starting to take it's toll on the little fox. Bloodmoon too, as they stopped clawing up the carpet and resorted to curling up on the floor. Nasty place to lie down Foxy mused but he wasn't gonna tell them otherwise.

Eventually Monty did arrive and set up the portal back home. Foxy sent Bloodmoon and FC through first, and quickly passed on his request to Monty to grab the two negative o blood bags for Bloodmoon to which the gator agreed. As he passed through the portal himself Foxy wondered if perhaps he could use this as a consistant reward for good behaviours in future to keep Bloodmoon in line.

[bloos-bloo]

EXPLODING YOUUUU- RAAAAHHHH

Hey @joffyworld

This is what I’m gonna do to you

[threerattsinatrenchcoat]

1, 21 and 29 for the end of year asks!

Sorry for the delay! And thank you for the ask ❤️

1 - fav fic I wrote

Really glad you asked because I can give the real answer (I Will Bury You in Diamonds, the fic I never shut up about) and a spare that I also adore:

Embers that Never Go Out - sad little grief fic about Arabella learning magic, set post game.

21 - most memorable comment review

Oh, like, all of them. I actually save comments (like have screenshots) and reread them all the time. I recently got one from Libri on I'll Write to You in Flowers that was about as long as the fic itself that I've been going over and over, and I've always enjoyed ones that quote lines or are steam of consciousness or that are from writers I also enjoy. (Tumblrs tags are freaking out with too many names so sorry but) aviatorasharak, graysparrow, unmoderated_zhent, topofthelighthouse, deepdustsea, bee, lolliputian , silverstrike and soncasong are a few names that I can think of, but I'm so grateful for this community.

Oh, and whenever anyone recommends one of my fics I have to go jogging or dancing from excitement. I know luvwich and vera have lately, so thank you.

However, the question asked for one, so I'll say, @bloobluebloo who left comments on my first fic (Shadows of the Lost)that intrigued me, convinced me to keep publishing my stuff (even though that fic was very esoteric), greatly informed my own style of leaving long-ass and detailed comments, and bloo was one of the first people I ever reached out to on Tumblr to be like, "hi". Every time I worry about writing something too silly I think about "Zelda forcing Ganondorf to attend a class with children? That is so freaking amusing I literally burst into laughter" and damnit, if that isn't too silly than nothing is

29. Shortest fic I've read

Okay I was going to say "In the Hideout" which is Shadowheart/Nocturne smut fic by Topofthelighthouse for the Tolna's Vault Smut Challenge, which clocks in at 622

But then I remembered "queens on the throne", at 599 words, where am empress dethrones her husband but keeps one of his concubines, determined to romance her.

Link to the asks if anyone wants to join

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Three in One Post

For my A-Pal's Trade he made for our G-Pal.

I have remember seeing his last pic of characters cosplaying Foster's characters. And with Blue dressing just like Alejandra, looks like Bloo will be the Nerd and not Mac. Because i have seen the episode called "Bye Bye Nerdy" and It was really messed up, but i did love that Techno pop music they played because it reminds me of playing Sonic 3D Blast on the Genesis as a kid when i played Sonic Mega Collection as a kid. But if Mac were to be cool, it would've been cool he could summon his Persona, Izanagi. Then the School would be scared of him because of him summoning his Persona just like how he did at Foster's. Plus now i can't stop thinking about that, even Lisa has been drawing Fosters stuff a lot. Especially when she wants to focus on that rather than Yokai Watch. And when i made her that Christmas drawing i made of the Alternate ending of "When there's a Wilt, There's a way", it sounded like she likes the idea, and did a drawing like too of making a sequel where Sweetie is showing Wilt how to just say "No" anytime he has other things he has to do. It was nice that Lisa does like some of my ideas sometimes. But it'll be different if Lisa and Shadow would both work on doing Cartoon Network in Persona 4 Golden and play the game at the same time.

Two Responses to both my Filipino Friend and my A-Pal.

First Response.

I was also looking in to getting the Switch 2 as well in case if something is up. Like Example, my screen breaks, or worn out, or my Switch got lost. But i can always save up money and buy a Switch 2 when it comes out. But it better not be too expensive like the PlayStation 5, because you guys know how much i waited in line to get one? it was a lot, especially my brother did buy a slim PlayStation 5 with his own money, which to my Filipino Friend, if you want to get a PlayStation 5, i suggest get the Slim, it'll be better for you and a decent price if you want to look into getting a PlayStation 5 for yourself. Especially when you get the American version i have as well as for getting a Switch or a Switch 2. Even i did remember when you got a Southeast Asian version of the PlayStation 4. But the Graphics look really neat compared to different Switch systems.

Second Response.

I have that Sticker of Isabelle dressed in the Nintendo Badge Arcade Uniform. But it was a huge stinker that eShop on the 3DS had to Discontinue alongside the Wii U's version of eShop, because i do love listening to their music on the two versions. But i'm really going to miss collecting those Badges in that game, and without those servers, it'll be impossible to get those Micro Transaction stuff and play some of the Free to play titles. I'll just have to stick with playing the Free to play Titles on the Switch, even if i should get Pokemon Shuffle on my Cellphone. Because i thought the mobile version of Pokemon Shuffle is better anyways. And i can still play Pokemon Cafe Remix on my Switch too since Lisa and i do play it sometimes. And Shadow and Lisa can both play it while they have lunch while playing Spongebob's Krusty Cook Off and Animal Crossing Pocket Camp too. But yeah, i have been collecting stickers in Nintendo Badge Arcade a lot back then, and i still even had Wallpapers i usually set up seasonally, but after all the hard problems in life, i had to stick with my Shadow the Hedgehog theme Wallpaper to imagine doing Maxwell's Adventure 2 if i were to write the story and decide if one of you guys are up to illustrating the story. Even if we do it either in the video game, or the Sonic X version, but if we want to do the Live Action Sonic 3 version, i have to watch the film first because i have not seen it at the theater, but if we get Paramount Plus all set up, then i'll watch it on there, since i already saw the 2nd one on Hulu.

[sirenoma]

Decided to check Urban Dictionary, typing in it my favorite things like "Steam", "Cartoon Network", and "Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends".

Well, firstly Steam got really hated a lot in 2003-2005 because of auto-updates and installation stuff.

(yes, i want my steam mug...)

But what about cartoons? This is hilarious. Cartoon Network got a lot of hate too. In 2009? Yes, of course. But this is not the most hilarious thing (CN deserved this hate in late 2000s). It got some hate in 2003-2006. In a golden era of CN!

Most of the reasons to hate were censored anime of course, repetitive schedule, and "gay-ass" cartoons (...and I wonder what they think about Steven Universe or any other modern show with LGBT stuff in it).

(Man, I wish a lot of cartoons was THAT ASS like Samurai Jack)

(replace anime with any today mediocre animated show from Cartoon Network, and you'll get a review on a modern CN. Or replace it with Teen Titans Go)

I didn't screencap the whole explanation, but there at the beginning complaining about bad shows. But hey, at least FHFIF didn't get a tomato!

(now we've got Foster's AndIStillCanTRememberThatTitleCorrectly spin-off sometimes soon)

...and WHAT THE HELL do you mean that Foster's Home got censored? I can believe Billy and Mandy got censored, but I remember that the FHFIF was only getting a slight more level of age rating for Destination Imagination (idk why, maybe because of Frankie's drawn out off-screen swearing that was almost read out loud?) and there was no censorship as such (at least after the production of the episode).

And yes, I remember a lot of adult jokes and details in episodes: Frankie almost called Bloo an asshole in the episode about elections, on TV in the House of Bloo Pt.1 there was a commercial for certain services, some visual jokes and short/small details that a kid wouldn't notice at all. I hope.

I watched FHFIF in online, so maybe some of the jokes really got censored on TV, but I haven't seen such information (except the fact about pre-production of episode about imposter), at least on Wiki.

And I didn't remember any censorship on TV in childhood due to the crappy russian dubbing from Videofilm Int., where all dialogue jokes were already censored and details like Frankie's screaming tone or Mr.Herriman's old english phrases got scrapped or distorted with loss of original meaning.

Maybe I don't know something, I'll be glad to know new information in the comments or reblogs. I'll read them all.

And let's finish with something nice!

(I'm not quite sure what long character arcs the author is talking about. They are there, I just don't really remember their BIG development through the episodes)

It was quite interesting to read Urban Dictionary on these topics. It's funny to read all this now after 20 years. From hatred to praise of Steam, from hate to... First hate, then praise, and then hate Cartoon Network again.

And a lot of these authors probably have kids now. I wonder what they'll write about today's media services.

Thanks for reading! Here's Frankie with COD Black Ops 6 guns with diamond camo.

Idk. JFF.

[drsteggy]

Hitting you with the love your fandom asks, 3, 8, 10 👀👀👀

Ooooo thank you bloo

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

Actually, you’re gonna laugh, but Ganondorf. I rolled into Zelda a year after BOTW came out and I had zero knowledge of the series before. After a few rough starts, I stumbled into a small server where there were several people who deeply loved the games and listening to them encouraged me to think more deeply beyond the black and white of the game.im glad because it’s such a rich place.

8. you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

I would really, really love it if Zelda fans would appreciate other fans. Like…this could be a great community but there are far too many people policing what other people do, or feel you can only enjoy things a particular way and…this fandom is such a flexible sandbox to play in and it would be great if people stopped chasing other people out over dumb stuff.

Like. The Zelda cosplay community is great! Cosplayers can be really dramatic! I have never had another cosplayer come at me the way I’ve had people come at me for stupid bullshit outside that community.

10. a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter

This one was tough because most of the people i immediately thought of I interact with on other places. But @spicychestnut was a great follow for me early on when they were still writing a lot of Zelda stuff. I ate it up, and they were friendly, though I really didn’t spark a friendship over it.

Original love your fandom asks here

[oh-snapperss]

13, 24, 25?

13.Any segment of your work that made you cry while writing it? (because it moved you deeply)

While we were writing the knights fic, this section right here made me cry in real life right in the vc with my cowriter--we made each other cry several times in that chapter.

Still, Ren breaks their lips apart to rest their foreheads together, knowing the adoration in Etho’s eyes matches his own. The window to outside could practically be a painting, for how perfectly domestic the garden and woods just beyond blend together in hues of greens and whites and every other color. The poppies especially seem vibrant, their red petals almost like bloo–

No.

The cornflowers especially seem vibrant, their blue petals swaying softly in the wind. Ren only pays them a glance, far more enamored with the man still smiling at him with crinkled eyes.

“I love you,” Ren breathes out, finding one of Etho’s hands with his own. “Good morning, my love.”

Etho’s smile grows, the joy palpable between them, and-

–

Ren’s back aches. That is the first thing he registers, that his body feels oddly contorted for sleep. His arms are numb, his head resting on one, while the other holds a clammy hand that is certainly not his own.

He is not warm. There is no sunlight, only dim gray light leaking through the seams of the tent.

The tent. His tent. His royal tent that stands in his army encampment. He is laying on a royal bed, but he is not tucked into it, he is bent over the edge like a mourner at a graveside. The hand in his is cold.

Etho.

24.What work would you like to talk more about?

FUCK. man. i would LOVE to talk about a certain au on here and i will be in... 5 days? there's an au that i genuinely feel is one of my best works yet but it's published/will be published on anon until the 15th HSHDHSHFHSJD for now though, i'll leave a hint--there's wings involved!

25.What works and/or authors in the fandom do you recommend?

oohhhhh okay lets see-

@tunastime is always a rec of mine, they've pretty much always got something or other happening that inspires me endlessly!

@matleenamaddie writes some of the best pining stuff I've ever seen--again, huge inspiration to me:]

@hitheeprithee writes with such powerful imagery, massive shoutout to xem!!

@em-mermaid posts oneshots and things that just constantly wow me. Her storytelling just has me hooked and so soft for whoever her characters are every time without fail.

And I won't @ them on here, but the author of You Could've Applied Online has some of the best plots ever, by far one of my fav writers in this fandom!! You can find other works by them in a series the fic is in.