#gopher wood when I catch you gopher wood >:(

[punkrinn]

Hey, did you know birds with anxiety pluck their feathers over and over until they don’t grow back? And one of the causes is keeping them in a cage all the time? Yeah…

[minnieposting]

i love robin so much i miss her so much. i admire her character so much shes so resilient and beautiful everything about her is so admirable. shes literallt everything to me im so sick in the head rn

[boycock-boycunt-boyslut]

On Sunday We Rest

sunday x gn reader warnings: cuddling, a single kiss, literally laying on top of sunday, grammar + spelling mistakes, tell me if i forgot any! word count: 808

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝

Sunday, despite his name, cannot take a break for the life of him. You know this, his sister knows this, Gopher Wood probably knows this but chooses to ignore it. However, except for Mr. Gopher Wood, everyone who knows this about Sunday is practically begging him to rest. It's all for nothing though. Any concern you voice or reminder in a letter that Robin sends is just pushed away from the Halovian with a little chuckle and a reminder that he'll be fine.

You know that Sunday doesn't care for himself. It's irritating, truly. He spends so much time in the Dreamscape trying to make it perfect for everyone within it, trying to make everyone's worries wash away once they rest in the dreampool. Sunday sees himself as the sacrificial lamb though. After all, for everyone to truly be at peace, someone must bring everyone to that peace. Your boyfriend has taken that sole responsibility onto his shoulders.

Knowing all of this, seeing how much he has been working, missing when you two would spend together, you made a plan. A simple one. One that would force Sunday into taking a teeny tiny day off.

And today's the day you'll make him rest.

The night before you had coaxed Sunday into sleeping on the actual bed in your guys' shared room and not staying in the dreampool to be within the Dreamscape. With words saying how you haven't been able to hold him close to you in some time so you missed it.

You lay awake on the bed, groggy and stretching out your limbs. While you fell asleep with your arms around Sunday, it seems you've separated through the hours of unconsciousness. Now detached from each other and Sunday facing to the door instead of at you. You set an alarm to wake up before Sunday usually does, to ensure that you could catch him instead of sleeping through it all. Turns out you picked the right time to wake up.

You feel the mattress move as Sunday stirs. A yawn falls from his mouth and you can see his wings do a little stretch as his arms go above his head.

Now is the time for you to enact the plan.

You roll over and lay yourself on top of Sunday, effectively pinning him down onto the mattress. If pinning could be defined by… well, laying on someone and putting your weight on someone. Not exactly holding them down per se.

Sunday's breath catches in his throat as your weight is suddenly pushed onto his body. He lets out an exhale a second later. He props his head up to look at you clearly. A small smile dances on his lips, he quirks his brow and looks to you.

"Good morning dearest," a hand reaches up to hold your cheek. His smile widens when he feels you lean into his touch.

"Morning, dove," you trade nicknames to each other.

Your arms find their way wrapping themselves around Sunday and tucked beneath him. Your head moves to his chest as you keep yourself on top of him.

"Now, dear… I'd love to spend more time with you but-"

"Nope."

Your words are clear and cut through anything else that Sunday was going to say. He stutters for a moment trying to grasp at any logic or reasoning in what you've said. You smile cutely against his chest, kicking your legs on the mattress like school girls do in other galaxies. The sight of Sunday being at a loss for words is something very few people are afforded.

"I really should get to work soon-"

"Day off," you interrupt him again, propping your chin on Sunday's chest and looking up at him.

"What?" a simple question. One that Sunday asks to try and understand what the hell you are saying.

"You have the day off. Requested it and it's been approved. Today is our rest day together."

"You- what?"

Taking out your phone, you show the calendar to Sunday. Today clearly being marked as a day off for the both of you.

"See?" you point to emphasize the date, "day off. No work. Rest only."

Sunday lets out a chuckle of disbelief at what you've done and lays his head down on the bed, "dearest… you are going to be the death of me."

You scoot yourself up a bit to be closer to his face, "too bad. Today's a rest day and you can't die on a rest day. I won't allow it."

"Alright. I get it. Today is a rest day."

Sunday relinquishes to you and relaxes into the mattress again, submitting himself fully to the rest day. You kiss his neck gently as you see his tired eyes close.

Just a few more hours… then you two would get up and get something to eat.

[callmecrazy4u2]

Aventurine x Reader x Sunday

My Jewel, My Dove

Aventurine x Reader: My Treasured Jewel

The Mask of Dove cracked to reveal reflective hypnotic avign eyes. Identical to Aventurine's Own. Aventurine blinked or did he miss it. He had to find out if he was the last one or if she survived...

The voice was so similar and the mannerisms while singing reminiscent of her teasing ways in childhood. Aventurine followed her off the side of the stage to the cloakroom where her suite was . Using his luck to slip past guards.

After all nothing ventured nothing gained.

---6 System hours Earlier the Morning of the Performance--

Sunday stood hand clasped behind his back as the morning light shone making him look angelic and lit up in light compared to Dove sitting in the shadows tapping the clothed table in the opulent room.

"There is an intruder from the ipc. An Avign like you" Sunday cast his gaze to drink in every microexpression. A pin could drop in the silence as she struggled to keep her expression neutral. No weakness could be shown to the oak family head.

"So, I'm loyal to the family. " Dove stated even as his pulse beat fast another like her survived? It couldn't be, could it? But she remained expressionless in front of the assessing Sunday

"Indeed, I trust you like family after all. But with Eobin gone I've been bit uneasy you understand" smoothly put Sunday a rare moment of weakness as he furrowed his brows his wings drooping slightly in distress.

"Have we found any clues yet?" Dove pursed her lips mirroring his distress tracing the rim of her drink contemplative.

Unfortunately not enough yet but the Ipc is the prime suspect " sighed Sunday as he approached Darling and took her hand in his own.

"I understand I'll do anything to get robin back" Dove promised affection for the fellow singer who was like sister catching in her heart.

"Meet him, and see what you can get out of him about the IPC plans. I'll prepare the perfect stage you merely need to sing and meet with him afterwards" eyes caught in his own as he slid a

"Of course i'll do as you say I'm your dove after all" she smiled sweetly a promise she meant at the time. For her family she would do anything.

To cover up any mistake or hesitation that must have shown through her eyes. Dove leaned forward and planted a kiss on Sunday's cheek like old times when they were children.

Now her hands shook underneath her salon vanity mirror, as she awaited the IPC rep, Aventurine. She had been shocked seeing him recognizing he childhood crush and friend. Her resolve wavered seeing in the crowd when seeing his photo that day with sunday even as she spoke the words.

but what if she was caught between two families?

---

"Excuse me miss can I come in"

The past had come back to haunt her and she did not know if she could turn her back when it was battering at her stage door. Time to face reality the play on the stage as dove was over wasn't it?

"Come In"

The play would start again like old times but could she keep up her mask in the face of reality?

-

Sunday Past Side : My Precious Dove

Sunday who constructs a dream world to keep the memory of his dead beloved alive . The "harmony dove" who he failed to protect a fellow war orphan a rare avign sent to the prison planet penacony.

"Sunday, Robin come greet our newest family member " Another war orphan brought in by Gopher Wood to protect their small group of refugees on penacony with nowhere els to go on the prison planet.

"Its nice to meet you" robin greeted with curtsy

"Robin is a pretty name " complimented the hesitant child unsure how to reciprocate tripping over trying to do a bow and curtsy at once in imitation of them.

"Thank you so whats yours?"Robin inquired

The clumsy sweetness and wariness of the innocent child reminded Sunday of the birds he so loved. Eyes warry and hunted but still unable to sit still shifting arkwardlyfrom foot to foot under the assessing gazezs of Sunday and gopher wood.

"You remind me of the charmony doves" hummed Sunday fresh from he loss of their pet and seeing in her the innocent fragile bird that had fallen. A comment that made Robin smile fall and eyes turn wary at her brothers strange comparison given they had buried the bird not long ago.

"I wish, the charmony doves are so pretty but I'm like plain ol pigeon with these eyes" not noticing the stranger took it as compliment tapping near her eyes derisively with joyless smile.

"Oh your eyes are so pretty! They are like jewels" fascinated Robin complimented clasping her hands.

"Now I want you children to get along your all family now" put in Gppher wood sternly "I want you to be part of the family"

"Yes be our sister" Robin cheered taking her hand in her own "Want to play theater with us?

"Play pretend I can do that" shly nodded she joined robin on makeshift made up stage.

"Do it enough and happiness will become real. "

I promise I'll bring happiness harmony and peace back again. Sunday promised silently to himself watching the two girls play and playing his role dutifully as the admiring audience

[eskir]

formal dance - vampire!sunday x reader

yada yada, i haven’t written for sunday in a while (also the hsr sunday reddit is a cult, somehow??? (i’m not against it tho lmao)) but have this. i have some world building ideas and may expand, but for now enjoy a little writing from me (and my eepy self) gn!reader as always

the tales of vampires, sunday had discovered over the course of his new life, were quite misguided. perhaps that could be due to the tales originating from many amber eras ago, but a sly smile was still brought to his face when he saw his reflection in the mirror.

he was quite fortunate, sunday had thought to himself before. it would be annoying if he were unable to peer at himself and adjust his clothes accordingly: smoothing out any creases and tucking his hair so that no strands were sticking out. he had to look his best. even if mr. gopher wood was no longer around, sunday still clung onto those old habits and teachings.

adjust the glasses on the table, eyes wandering over the ballroom critically, and a polite smile on his face as he wandered around. although, the word wander did imply a certain lack of direction, so no, sunday only appeared to be wandering. in reality, he was mingled with key figures of the main five family figures of penacony, simple greetings and the like, before standing by your side.

he hands a flute of champagne to you, your favorite, with a coy smile. “are you enjoying yourself my dear?” a simple question, yet all too formal, but that was simply the nature of these kinds of gatherings.

“yes,” a genuine smile on your face, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you gesture at your outfit and then back at his, “which dressmaker did you employ this time? give my compliments to them, the feeling of the fabric is otherworldly.”

sunday looks at you fondly, and you’re struck with the knowledge that his affection is only shown vaguely, through gestures or purposeful micro expressions. “they are old pieces, just well maintained with multiple alterations for your size,” he chuckles, “i’ll give your compliments to the one who did the alterations.”

your champagne glass is half empty as he plucks it out of your hand and onto the server’s plate passing by. “but enough about that, let’s dance.”

there was only a moment for your eyes to widen and protest at the disappearing glass before he whisks you onto the dance floor with such graceful movements that makes your stumble seem purposeful. he is a vampire, that fact is brought to the very forefront of your brain when he brings his face close to your neck. your heart skips a beat, but then you are twirled around the room. you manage to eventually catch up with the tempo of the song, your feet now moving alongside his as he shoots you a closed eye smile.

he’s glad that you adapted well, and he didn’t mean any harm when taking you into the dance floor, that much is apparent when you look into his golden navy eyes. mirth and joy swirl in his eyes, in fact, alongside that very familiar fondness as you both lose yourself to this dance. it ensnares you both in its joyous grasp, like the way fae entrance foolish mortals. but one of you isn’t mortal, and the other isn’t foolish enough to not stop when the musicians take their pause.

applause. loud and raucous. it’s been far too long since sunday has last danced.

sunday’s eyes crinkle slightly as he looks towards you, his hand around your waist as you both stand up from the bow. “thank you all,” and back is his polite smile, those closed eyes and perfect aura, “i hope you all will enjoy the festivities as much as i enjoyed dancing with my beloved.”

there is only a slight chuckle from him, but the rest of the crowd quickly imitates it, before the chatter resumes and the attention is brought elsewhere.

“come, i have a surprise for you,” he murmurs against your ear, pulling away with a grin, his sharp fangs showing, “and i promise that it won’t be as unpleasant as me guiding you off for a dance.”

you snort out a laugh, shaking your head as sunday had already brought you several paces from the ballroom. there’s no one else around here, so you aren’t forced to put on airs anymore, a fact you merrily take advantage of. “i think you owe me for that surprise,” you roll your eyes at him playfully, “and don’t tell me to come when you’ve already whisked me out of the ballroom and to the front of our room sunday.”

he huffs with a smile, opening the door and closing it behind you two. “well i’ll make it up to you in the coming weeks,” he breathed, moving closer to you as his wings brushed against your face, “but for now let’s relax.”

his hands gently take your jacket off of you, folding it neatly and draping it over the chair nearby, “alright?”

a soft hum from you, “alright love.”

and when the night had already ended, the bright sun rising to the occasion, you two were already tucked away in the shadows of your room, small smiles and intermingling breaths.

[bottledpeaches]

LOVE IS CONCOCTED FROM ESTERS AND KETONES- CH.02: ROBIN

SYNOPSIS: you’ve been commissioned to make a perfume that tells the life story of the universe’s most beloved idol. don’t let her down now.

CHARACTERS: robin, mentions of sunday, gopher wood, jade, and welt

TAGS: robin character story spoilers, mild gore (descriptions of a gunshot wound), mild angst, CRASHOUT ROBIN REAL WE ALL CHEERED (potentially ooc), 5.7k+ wc (I got carried away... sorry not sorry :3)

TAGLIST: @mitsvriii, @harque, @akutasoda, @flowery-jazz, @hazyue, @gabile18, @khoncore, @lxkeeeee, @mewnekoice-mecha, @nariism

NOTES: i love women give me a "hell yeah" in the comments if u agree

special thanks to pookies @wystiix, @tragedy-of-commons, and @papiliotao for proofreading!

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Paparazzi in front of your store isn’t uncommon, but for a crowd like this so early in the morning- it’s already giving you a headache.

It hasn’t even been a half hour since you flipped the sign on the front door to “open” when you hear the squeal of tires pulling up to the curb. Several of them, in fact. The voices of reporters and paparazzi meld into one jumbled mess that grates on your ears, growing even louder when a car door opens and shuts.

Yeri and Aika glance over from where they are.

“We haven’t had a crowd like that in ages. Wonder who it could be.”

The flutter of camera shutters going off one after another is so loud they’re heard even inside the store. Camera flashes practically blind your poor shop assistants as they shield their eyes and draw the blinds shut. The cameras go off even more frantically now, desperate to get a few last shots in before the blinds shut entirely. 

You hear the front door slam shut and a loud sigh of relief. Yeri and Aika both gasp in shock, and that catches your attention. It must be someone really famous then, or someone they idolize to elicit that kind of reaction. 

You peek up from the counter and instantly realize why the paparazzi went insane. Lilac-silver hair, fluttery wings behind her ears, a halo with flowers at the ends that resemble angel’s trumpets… 

It’s Robin. The Robin, in the flesh. In your store.

You’re no stranger to having famous people in your store, but you’ve never had a singer on her level of renown and you find yourself becoming strangely nervous. Two burly security guards flank her sides. She meets your gaze and bashfully smiles and waves. 

“You must be (Name). I’ve heard many good things about you and your store.”

Her voice is even more angelic in person… 

She extends her hand out for a handshake and you accept. The smooth silk of her glove brushes against your hand and you can hardly believe your luck right now. You’ve had your fair share of famous people in your store. Movie stars, politicians, celebrities, and the like tend to be a common sight in your store. Greetings range from a handshake to a hug to even a kiss on the cheek. But the thing is that they tend to be lax on a no-touching rule or don’t have one outright, often being photographed hugging their ardent fans. However, Robin has a strict no touching rule at her concerts and fan meet and greets. She will never touch someone of her own accord unless it’s a close friend or family and if a fan gets too bold… Well, her security is there for a reason. 

“Do you mind if I just walk around? I don’t really have a scent in mind- or rather, a story that I want to tell. I’d like to see what you have to offer.”

“Not at all. Just call me over if you have questions or need any help.”

She walks around the store, occasionally stopping to sample some perfumes. She likes many of your perfumes, as evidenced by how her eyebrows raise in pleasant agreement almost every other bottle. But she looks rather… disinterested. No, disinterested isn’t the right word. More like… unsatisfied. Like she hasn’t found what she’s looking for just yet.

She checks her phone and her eyes flash in panic as she sees the time. 

“Oh, it’ll be unbecoming of me and your shop’s reputation if I leave here without something. Quick, pass me a perfume you think I’ll enjoy! Money doesn’t matter. I have more credits than I know what to do with.”

You scan your store and hand her the first feminine perfume that catches your eye. It’s in a pretty pink bottle with a vintage atomizer. It’s sweet, sugary, and fruity. No surprise that it’s one of your best-sellers among young women, with top notes of juicy fruits and sparkling alcohol before drying down to a sweet vanilla with powdery aspects. You don’t doubt that she has a million other perfumes that smell similar and it’ll probably be quickly forgotten about in her undoubtedly already-extensive perfume collection, but it’s a crowd-pleaser and it wouldn’t hurt to add another bottle. 

She swipes her card quickly and leaves, but not before looking back at you with a promising glint in her eyes.

“I’ll be back soon. And without the paparazzi.”

In your experience, that usually means a client wants a personalized perfume. Meaning they’re going to be divulging aspects of their past they don’t want anyone else around for.

Aika wanders over to your side when she’s out the door and the paparazzi have left. Yeri is in the back on the verge of fainting, mumbling something about her lucky stars having blessed her for a lifetime.

“What was that about? Seems like a wasted trip to me.”

You shrug and make your way back to the lab.

“Beats me.”

Weeks come and go. You handle clients as per usual, but you can’t get her out of your mind. And as you’re thinking about her while opening for the day, she shows up- albeit you don't recognize her at first. There are no outrageous paparazzi and she doesn’t even have her security with. She’s wearing a big tan trench coat that hides her svelte figure and instead makes her look like a shapeless mess. Her silver hair is hastily shoved into the hat atop her head and when she removes it, her halo also springs up, bobbing up and down a bit before stilling. The wings by her ears flutter and twitch as she stretches them out after hiding them in what was surely an uncomfortable position for so long. 

“Good morning,” she greets with a gentle smile.

“Good morning,” you greet in return. “It’s nice to see you here again. Anything I can help you with today?”

“Yes, actually. I’d like to get a perfume custom-made.”

You tell Yeri and Aika to handle any customers that come in through the door before leading Robin to the back. Next to your lab is a small office where the business side of things are handled, and it’s where you negotiate commissions from clients. You unceremoniously brush aside a stack of credit card receipts and clear the desk space. You ask Robin if she’d like some snacks and tea. She declines the former but accepts the latter, and as the kettle boils atop the mini fridge in the corner, you get down to business. 

“I’m happy to custom-make a perfume to your needs. Let’s get the necessary details sorted out first, and then we can move onto the fun stuff.”

You rattle off your rules regarding payment, as well as a rough timeline of production and when she can expect updates from you. She nods when she has to and you can see the same impatience in her eyes for the fun to begin. 

After confirming with her and seeing the astronomical down payment go through, you can finally get into the part you enjoy the most. 

“So, what would you like your perfume to smell like?”

“I’d like it to reflect my life story.”

Not an uncommon request. Probably one of your most common ones, actually. Consultations for these types of scents tend to be the longest, as clients pour out their life stories to you. They’d often bring a variety of items for you to smell to get a better idea, such as rags that belonged to someone dear a long time ago or locks of hair tied together with a yellowing ribbon. In this case, you wonder what the illustrious Miss Robin would bring. 

The kettle goes off and you make some tea for the both of you. As you fill her cup, she looks around nervously.

“Will… anyone overhear this?”

“Don’t worry. The walls are soundproof here and you need the right key to unlock the door. As for my shop assistants, well…”

You mimic zipping your lips shut and throwing the key away.

“Client confidentiality has always been our utmost priority. Alongside a quality product, of course.”

You shoot her a wink and she laughs, her voice sounding like tinkling bells. The tension has visibly dissipated from her shoulders and she eagerly gets started.

“If I were to describe my life as a song, then the beginning of it was dark and solemn. A Stellaron invaded my homeland and took my mother from me. The chords were dissonant and the melody was unpleasant.”

Your phone buzzes and you see she sent over several voice messages.

“Transcripts of an exclusive interview I did a while back,” she explains. “One of the first and only times I opened up about my past. But since these are already out there, I wouldn’t want to waste your time. Instead, I’ll be telling you things that no reporter has heard before.”

She skips to when she first started studying music soon after she arrived on Penacony. 

“My fingers still ache every time I think about the countless hours and late nights I spent alone in the practice rooms,” she says, lightly chuckling at the end as she surely recounts many memories. Then, her smile fades a bit.

“At the time, I had the support of my brother and friends, but right outside, there were people already disapproving. We were taken in by Gopher Wood, head of the Oak Family. You see, there’s five lineages that make up The Family, each handling different affairs,” she explains. “The Oak Family is in charge of political organization, whereas the Iris Family oversees the entertainment industry. Thus, many people, especially those of the Iris Family, cast doubts on whether I could make it as a singer when I ideally should’ve been learning how to handle political affairs.”

Robin sighs and looks out the window, fingernails drumming against her still-steaming mug of tea. Your phone continues to record and you hurriedly scribble down notes in your notepad. 

“But I made it, despite what they said and their stake in the entertainment industry.”

“If you could thank only one person for their support, who would it be?”

“Why, my brother, of course!”

“Please tell me more about him.”

Her eyes light up and the wings by the side of her head flutter rapidly. It’s clear she loves her brother dearly as she excitedly gushes about him. 

“Sunday made many sacrifices to support my dream. From when we were children, he never faltered in his support. In fact, the tipping point was when I put on a concert soon after I had just started taking music lessons. It was in our bedroom with him as the only audience member. There were no fancy acoustics, cheering fans, or even a mic. It was just me, singing my heart out as he clapped along. Thinking back, it was… something for sure! As I had just started taking music seriously, I had yet to grasp the basics. I was off-key, would flub several passages because I forgot the lyrics, and wouldn’t be able to hit all the notes.”

She winces and shakes her head as if to chase the thoughts away. Her wings puff out and droop from embarrassment. 

“It must’ve been an awful listening experience for him. But Sunday never showed it. After the concert was over, he stood up and clapped as if demanding an encore and I’ll never forget the look on his adorable face,” giggles Robin. “I’ve rarely seen him look so proud as he did back then.”

You picture a starry-eyed, baby-faced Sunday, a far cry from the dignified and solemn image of the Family head and giggle along. Robin’s eyes glint conspiratorially as she divulges for a moment to show you his baby photos on her phone. Here, you learn that he has a massive sweet tooth and that the dentist was his worst nightmare as a child.

When she sets her phone back down, there’s still that joy in her eyes that only comes from discussing her brother. 

“When I went off to university, Sunday continued to show that same level of care, even with his ever-increasing responsibilities. He never missed a concert, never missed a call, and never failed to send me care packages when I needed them the most. However, he faced scorn from other Family members for my career choices when he was still a leader-in-training and lacked the grace to handle such situations.”

The joy falls from her eyes and her smile slips a bit. Her wings droop even lower this time. 

“Looking back, it must’ve been unimaginably hard on him. Not only was he worrying about how to lead The Family, but was also worrying nonstop about me. He must’ve been so stressed… But if I try to bring it up to him and apologize, he won’t give me the chance to.”

Robin lets out a forced laugh. You sip your tea and pretend to be very occupied with your notes, giving her a moment to collect herself before she moves on. 

“After I graduated, my fame steadily increased until it skyrocketed after I released two singles- ‘If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking’ and ‘On That Most Beautiful Day’. I still remember waking up and seeing they had jumped to the top of the charts across the cosmos almost overnight and stayed there for ages. My manager was overjoyed and I could hardly believe it. It felt as if all my hard work and everyone’s sacrifices had finally paid off. I was no longer Robin the budding singer and little sister, but Robin the cosmic songstress now… it was a bit bittersweet, I’ll admit.”

She fiddles with a strand of hair. 

“As you may be aware, around this time I decided to take a break and devote my time to philanthropic work instead, much to the confusion of everyone.”

She shows you the photos she took during that time. Her standing in front of schools she had helped rebuild with, singing to a crowd of shell-shocked soldiers, holding up scores that would’ve been lost to time if not for her efforts, teaching children how to sing, and more. 

“I won’t deny that I was purposefully putting myself in dangerous situations. But to me, it was worth the risk. If I could save one child, provide an education for a child the way The Family provided one to me, or inspire someone to pursue their passion regardless of the obstacles standing in the way… then it would’ve all been worth it. Even this.”

She removes the violet collar around her neck and points to a spot on her neck. It’s a patch of skin lighter than the surrounding area and you realize it’s scar tissue. 

“I was shot during this time,” she gingerly says as she fastens the collar around her neck again. It’s then you realize that you’ve never seen Robin without something covering her neck. A scarf, furs, necklaces, there’s always something there. “This is something that only my brother and the late head of the Oak Family know about. The bullet had just barely missed my vocal chords. I made a full recovery, but I was terrified for a long time after that. Still, I found the strength to keep going and thanked Xipe every night that I had survived with my voice unscathed.”

You’re writing notes down furiously, and Robin pauses to give you some time. When you’ve jotted down all your ideas, you look down at the page and frown. Your notepad looks like a mess right now. Ruined childhood: strawberry, sugar, praline, bubble gum, cotton candy, violet, datura(????). War: BLOOD, GUNPOWDER, leather, smoke, pomegranate, METALLIC NOTES, animal notes. Stardom: marshmallow, cake, rose, raspberry, vanilla, caramel, amber, almond, SoulGlad (what does it even smell like…? ) MAGNOLIA, jasmine. Brother: sandalwood, lavender(??? Might throw everything off), skin. 

“Um… this fragrance won’t exactly be wearable. Would you like for me to-”

“I don’t care about wearability. I have too many pleasant-smelling perfumes. Show me artistry,” she demands. 

You feel the familiar thrill of excitement run through you that comes with having free reign to do whatever you want without your client getting pissed. 

You can tell you’re nearing the end now when Robin moves onto her brother and his fate after recent events. Now this, you know of, but you were surprised by how big of a role Robin played in toppling his plans. Faking her death, using the power of the Harmony to unite everyone under a song to lead the fight against him, striking a deal with a crafty IPC businesswoman, and for it all to have been successful. Or well, as successful as a plan of this magnitude can be.

You realize this little bird is just as cunning as her brother, even if she doesn’t look the part. They really do share the same blood. 

“I love my brother, I really do. He has a bleeding heart and hates to see those around him struggle. Of all the decisions he could’ve made in a position of power, choosing to protect people from suffering was one of the best. However, the way he went about it… I just couldn’t let myself turn a blind eye and do nothing simply because he was my brother. By trapping everyone within a dream to form a collective Order… that’s no way to live.”

She bunches her hands into fists. 

“This is something that we’ve disagreed on for years. He wants to shoulder humanity’s pain and give them an idyllic, painless life where no one has to think no matter the cost, whereas I believe that although pain is an unavoidable part of living, people are more than strong enough to push through that pain and make it something worthwhile. Take me, for instance!”

She suddenly stands up. There’s a blazing conviction in her eyes that makes you flinch a bit. Her fingers are splayed out across your desk as she leans forward.

“I sacrificed so much to pursue my dream of becoming a singer- time, money, energy, and blood! Sunday doesn’t know this, but I’d cry myself to sleep many nights during university, wondering if I could even make it in this field overcrowded with talent. What if I couldn’t? I have no other skills and I’d be forced to rely on him, which as much as I love him, I don’t want. I don’t want everything handed to me on a silver platter just because of his position! And he knows this! He knows of the impossibly high standards I hold myself to!”

Robin takes a deep, shuddering breath to calm herself. Reign it in. The Harmony preaches unity, not dissonant outbursts. But it doesn’t work. She hasn’t felt this angry in a long time. Or perhaps it’s all the repressed emotions finally bursting forth after suppressing them beneath the smile she always has on. 

“Let it all out. You deserve to.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice.

“I get that we’re siblings and that we’re always going to disagree, especially on something as subjective as our beliefs in humanity but how is he not only blind, but also deaf with his eyes and ears everywhere? He’s seen the lengths I’d go to, all in the name of music. He was one of the first to receive the news that I’d been shot, but did that dampen my resolve at all? No! If anything, it only encouraged me even more! It was all so painful, but it was all so necessary and worth it in the end. In fact, if you told me to experience all that pain again because it would push me closer to that envisioned ideal world, then I would dive in headfirst without hesitation! And dare I say who does Sunday think he is?” she exclaims, her voice steadily rising. “His ideals are a reflection of himself. Is he saying that he doesn’t believe his sacrifices- my sacrifices- to have been worthwhile because according to him, I could’ve gotten here without even lifting a finger? Don’t even give me that! That’s not a life worth living at all!!”

Robin deflates and flops back into her chair as if a balloon had suddenly popped. Those are all the words she wishes she could’ve said during their heated arguments as of late, but will never get to. At least someone finally heard her anger, as ugly as it may have sounded. 

“I’m surprised he even thought you’d be willing to listen to his plans,” you gently comment after refilling her teacup. The warm liquid soothes her throat on the way down and she finds that she’s able to speak again after a few sips. She shakes her head in response. She barely has the energy to even move right now. 

“No, he knew I wouldn’t even hear him out. That’s why he kept his true motives concealed for the longest time. Someone else actually figured it out first by reading deep into his words. Were it not for him, we’d be in a very different situation right now. What was his name again…? Ah, I can’t remember…”

Robin sighs. Her head rolls back to look out the window.

“Like how birds must learn to fly even if it means tumbling from the nest or encountering a dangerous predator, so too must people face hardship and struggle against the odds. Only then will a bird be able to freely spread its wings and will people see the world of possibility ahead of them,” she quietly whispers, voice hoarse from her earlier outburst.

A heavy silence sinks into the room. Robin looks down and fiddles with her hands. You stare blankly at your notepad, her words echoing in your mind.

Her phone breaks the silence by suddenly going off. Robin picks it up and sighs when she sees the caller ID. 

“I have to go now. Security’s calling and messaging me in a panic since I snuck out without them knowing.”

She gathers her belongings in a hurry and checks her appearance before leaving to ensure she’s as flawless as always. 

“Before you go, why did you decide to commission me to create a perfume for you?”

She stops just short of leaving and looks over her shoulder.

“I’ve long since heard of your artistic flair and your ability to tell lifelong stories through scent alone.”

“And what is your reason for being fine with receiving an utterly repulsive perfume, even if it’s the pinnacle of artistry?”

She goes silent for a few moments as she thinks.

“I suppose… It's to remind myself of just how far I’ve come and how much work I still have left to do to achieve that wish of mine. That wish is why I sing.”

And she’s gone. You lean back in your chair and sip your tea. Her half-empty cup sits across from you with a pink lipstick mark left on the rim. An open-ended perfume, huh? Most perfumes that are meant to reflect a client’s life story are in reality meant to encapsulate one perfect moment that they wish to relive every time they uncap the bottle. But to create a perfume for a singer of such renown that’s not only meant to reflect her past, but also her boundless future that carries years’ worth of hope and aspirations… 

You flip open your notepad again and add another section. Conviction: pink pepper, saffron, musk, cloves, tonka bean, chocolate.

After stretching, you get up and head to the lab next door. It’ll be a challenge, but one you think you’re now equipped to handle. 

For the next few weeks, it’s all you focus on. The exclusive interview and your audio recordings of your time with her loop on repeat for hours on end as you go back and forth between the lab and the drawing board. Accords are scrapped and tweaked or even tossed out the window to fit the vision in your mind as it changes by the day. Soon, it looks like a tornado went through your lab with every bit of counter space covered with labeled bottles and lab equipment. Bottles of SoulGlad are shipped to your door as you attempt to replicate the scent as closely as possible. Dozens, if not hundred, of attempts are made before the scent is indistinguishable from the original. 

Yeri and Aika are enjoying the free soda, but you notice they’re sleepier than usual and it’s only then you remember that SoulGlad is an effective sleep aid too. Dammit. 

Robin is always quick to respond to the updates you give her as well, despite her busy schedule. From when the custom bottle arrived to when you finally perfected the scent of SoulGlad, she always sends words of encouragement your way, as well as expressing her excitement over seeing the finished product slowly come together. She always sends a cute sticker or two at the end of each message as well. 

Several months later and after a final all-nighter for the finishing touches, it’s finally complete. You text Robin that it’s ready for pickup before you go to sleep and the next morning, she’s already outside the door, waiting for you to open. It seems she wasn’t able to sneak out this time, as she’s flanked by two security guards.

“Good morning. You’re here early,” you greet as you unlock the door. 

“I couldn’t sleep since I was so excited,” she admits as she watches you go about setting up the store for the day. The lights are flicked on, air purifiers are turned on, and you motion for her to follow you back into the office. Her two security guards start to follow her, but Robin gives them a look that tells them to stay put. 

You disappear into the lab next door to return with a white box tied with a pink ribbon. The office door locks behind you and she feels a thrill of excitement run through her at what’s to come. With a light tug, the ribbon comes undone and you remove the lid to reveal an iridescent bottle that scatters the early morning light peeking through the blinds into rainbow-colored fractals. It was carved and blown to look like a bird taking flight (you distantly recall the exact species to be a Charmony Dove. Her request.) and the bottle cap resembled her halo. The curved golden metal is polished to perfection and little flowers are attached to the ends.

“It’s already a work of art,” she marvels as she gingerly lifts it out of the velvet-lined box and holds it up, admiring the workmanship from all angles. Without any further hesitation, she takes off her glove and sprays it onto her exposed wrist. 

Robin’s eyes widen in delight at the first whiff. It’s a gourmand, sugary delight. Bubblegum, cotton candy, praline and raspberry practically dance on the tip of her tongue and she almost wants to take a bite out of her own arm because of how good it smells. There’s a floral aspect too with a strong violet note coming through. Blood orange and lemon pierce through the overwhelming sweetness, the astringency of the two fruits preventing her nose from becoming overwhelmed. She inhales again and sighs in bliss. Like her brother, she has a sweet tooth and finds this perfume to be temptingly delicious. It also reminds her of a dessert she had a long time ago. Strange, she can’t quite remember the taste or name of it… It must’ve been a dessert she and her brother enjoyed when they were children then.

The scent composition is beginning to change now. Robin inhales again, but this time her eyes fly wide open and her nose scrunches up in a mix of disbelief and disgust. The delicious fruits, which previously smelled juicy and ripe, are now overripe. They’re cloyingly sweet now, with the unmistakable odor of something rotting that makes her feel nauseous. There’s a weird, musty odor now that she attributes to the flowers in the scent decaying. It smells awful now. Revolting. Robin wouldn’t be caught dead out in public wearing this, but it was never meant to be wearable or for the public to smell it anyway. She paid for artistry, and she got it. 

“Oh, Aeons,” she whispers as the scent changes even more. It went from bad to worse to horrible. The sugary sweet and floral aspects are still there, but there’s something new that emerges. It smells like war, she realizes. There’s the unmistakable stench of iron- blood- and metal. Smoke and gunpowder waft up from somewhere within and her hand flies to her neck, right above where the gunshot wound scar is. The dull pain from the gunshot throbs. Robin isn’t sure if it’s actually hurting again or if it’s her mind playing tricks on her. The blunt pain spreads across her throat and she feels a strange chill rippling out from the wound to the rest of her body. She shudders violently.

A moment passes. Then another. It starts off as a faint tingle before escalating into a searing pain that paralyzes her. She feels like her vocal chords are on fire now. Her hands fly to her throat. Burning, twisting, and eating away at the bands of muscle that give life and hope to so many, including her. She cries out for help, but nothing comes out except for a scratchy version of the plea and a hot, wet gurgling sound that she recognizes as blood dribbling out of the wound- though the sound is muffled as if someone has shoved cotton into her ears. 

Robin feels something wet staining the fibers of her gloves and she looks down to see a deep red seeping into the silk and spreading until it covers her entire hand. It’s her own wet blood, still hot to the touch and she reaches up to the back of her throat where the bullet exited. Blood trickles down her back from the ruptured flesh and she gingerly presses a finger to the wound. It doesn’t hurt, strangely. Or maybe the pain is just overwhelming her senses to the point where she’s become numb. This doesn’t feel real. Nothing feels real. 

It’s as if someone forcefully shook her awake from a nightmare. Her pupils are blown wide and hair is plastered to the sides of her head and forehead from being drenched in a cold sweat. Her hands are still around her throat. The gunshot wound has long since healed. Her vocal cords are unscathed. Robin slowly peels her hands away and looks down. Her silk gloves are pristine. 

It was just a memory. A far too vivid one, though.

You pass her a bottle of water and she eagerly takes it, chugging it in record time as she recovers. Robin thinks back to your notepad amidst the horrible memories of war that resurface. Spoiled childhood. War. You really hit the nail on the head. Truly, your storytelling ability through scent alone was unparalleled. Case in point: cake and something berry-like are present- pomegranate, maybe?- but they smell expired and rotted, like they’ve been trampled underfoot while fleeing in a panic. How did you pull it off?

“So, what do you think?” you ask as she waits for the base notes to emerge. 

“Disgusting. And horrifying.” 

You both laugh in unison. 

“Then that means a job well done.”

The memory of war fades and something more neutral emerges. A sweet vanilla, one of her favorite scents, with woody notes. She immediately recognizes sandalwood. Sunday. It’s a favorite of his. There’s a nutty smell that emerges and she thinks of her brother again. One of Sunday’s favorite desserts was one topped with almonds and drizzled with syrup. This almond leans more bitter instead of warm and toasted, but the similarities are still there. Sticky caramel is present. Sunday loves those little caramel candies that practically melt in his mouth, she thinks. I should pick some up for him next time I go back. 

Oh wait. I can’t go home now. I almost forgot, he’s not there anymore. 

It smells like her brother now, and her heart aches. Will she ever be able to see him again? Strange. You’ve never met Sunday before- at least that’s what she thinks. How did you get his scent down almost perfectly then? But there’s also a surprisingly spicy kick in there that isn’t reminiscent of him. She likes it though. 

She swallows down the lump in her throat and clutches the bottle tighter.

“Thank you,” she whispers. You simply nod. There’s nothing else that needs to be said. 

She collects herself before leaving. It’s now approaching afternoon and there’s more people on the streets now. They stop for a double take when they realize it’s Robin, eyes going wide and jaw going slack. Whispers follow her, she sees phones being pulled out and soon, she’s surrounded by fans asking for a photo or an autograph, despite her security’s efforts. She’s used to this by now- mindlessly signing objects and donning the same smile every time for photographs. Robin the graceful, Robin the elegant, Robin the cosmic songstress who always looks flawless no matter what. 

But as the last of the fans run off and as she’s sitting in the back of her chauffeured vehicle, heading to the next item on the agenda, she finds herself wondering if there’s even more she can still do. The bag with your store’s logo on it tempts her and she lifts the box out, unwrapping it again to admire the bottle. She won’t spray it- she’s not subjecting her poor security guards and chauffeur to that smell- but she finds herself thinking back on the same questions she’s always asked herself.

Why do birds fly? Does my song serve any purpose?

She thinks these are questions she’ll spend a lifetime chasing the answers to. Realistically, Robin knows she won’t ever arrive at one. She’s no philosopher, but how many times has the former been asked? And as for the latter… that’s a subjective one that’s up to her to decide. 

But her song saved her brother in the end. And that’s more than enough for her.

PERUME NOTES:

TOP: strawberry, sugar, praline, bubble gum, cotton candy, raspberry, lemon, blood orange, violet, black elderberry, datura, soulglad (I hc it to smell like coca-cola)

MIDDLE: blood, leather, gunpowder, smoke, rose, pomegranate, incense, cake, metallic notes, marshmallow, magnolia, jasmine

BASE: vanilla, skin, bitter almond, caramel, amber, sandalwood, chocolate, tonka bean, cloves, saffron, pink pepper

INSPIRATION: Toskovat Age of Innocence, Toskovat Curtain Call, Toskovat Born Screaming, Ariana Grande Sweet Like Candy, Juicy Couture Viva La Juicy, Lattafa Yara

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[yogorlhilanne]

GOPHER WOOD, WHEN I CATCH YOU ITS ON SITE YOU HEAR????? (not canon, this is from AO3)

[angelinascanvas]

“If you are born weak, which god should you turn to for solace?”

I finally finished this drawing, not looking forward to drawing him again once his rebrand is out. I like Sundays character a lot and am very interested in seeing what happens with him.

Gopher wood when i catch you

[windblume]

and gopher wood when i catch you… gopher wood when i catch you

[unfxithful]

OUT OF ANYONE ROBIN KNOWS, SUNDAY WAS SOMEONE WHO SHE HELD IN THE HIGHEST - ESTEEM. that no matter the differences in their philosophies, the songstress could only hold fondness in her heart for the boy who held the charmony dove within cradled hands.

❛ to fly amongst the stars, brother, isn't that what you've always dreamed .ᐣ

perhaps, once upon a time, he would've gently admonished her, reminded her, that while she had the LUXURY of flying beyond the cage bars of penacony, he had duty to gopher wood, to the oak family, as its head. but with the aftermath of his attempt to resurrect THE ORDER to create an everlasting paradise and his subsequent defeat, he was [ ... ] softer, if that was the correct word to use.

soft like a freshly - opened wound, soft like midnight tears tended to be, soft in the way being broken could be.

but she was thankful that he had decided to board the astral express, which is why the express had landed at one of the planets that her tour was going to play at, she reaches out for them to share coffee at a discrete cafe.

when sunday arrives, robin had already occupied a table underneath an open umbrella, donning shades and a silken scarf with her hair tucked underneath to provide some degree of anonymity. raising one elegantly - gloved hand, the halovian waves cheerfully, ❝ brother, brother .ᐟ over here, i saved us a spot .ᐟ ❞ as her brother nears, robin, as always, fretsㅤ──ㅤfeeling that WORRY in her heart dissipate at the sight of sunday.

he looked [ ... ] better. quiet and thoughtful, yet no longer as brittle like stained glass, prepared to shatter at divinity's calling. she SMILES, pulling her sunglasses off and setting them aside, ❝ is there something in particular you wanted to eat .ᐣ we should order first before catching up .ᐟ ❞

ഒ﴾his first nightmare seizes him in a borrowed bed. Among the stars tainted by the exploration of machinery, Sunday's imagination retired into lingering boredom after being told to wait. There are better days as a Nameless. Today is the worst.

His paralyzed fingers flex, seeking the covers underneath him to clutch to no avail. His body does not listen, and as his eyes dart around his tiny quarters, a glint of danger pierces through the darkness. A pair of gilded pupils shrinks at him, ogling Sunday from the corner of the room where shadows coat a silhouette. The Harmony-fearing man cannot see this PRESENCE, yet it bleeds a certain familiarity that spreads terror in Sunday's head. Lilac waves blur his vision as he chokes on his spit. His throat bubbles to release a plea for forgiveness, and the golden-eyed shadow erupts into an echoing cackle before vanishing. When Sunday regains the feeling in his limbs, he knows it is useless to ask the rest of the Express if they heard haunting laughter. He knows it is all in his head.

That morning, Sunday thinks of his sister as he stands before a tiny window overlooking the passing eternity. There are so many stars he wants to explore. This is a fantasy he often extinguished by burying himself in work in Penacony's saccharine dream. But now? With a belated wish granted, Sunday doubles over from nauseating homesickness. No one hears his melodic scream as the Astral Express comes to a screeching halt. Voice fills the hallways, and a knock announces Sunday's turn to bestow his devoted presence to his rescuers.

Mr. Yang says he has a pleasant surprise, and Sunday moves his dim eyes over his face. A question comes over the man's shoulder, concerned for his grim look. Sunday shakes his head, mutters that the turbulence is something that he has to get used to.

The new planet is clad in jewels of aristocracy. Sunday calls it gaudy under his breath, shielding the side of his face with his lifted wing as the sun stings his peripherals. He follows the company through the streets, noting that they look comfortable chasing an unknown destination. And then, he suddenly discovers that he walks among strangers. Turning, Sunday searches for Welt's broad-shouldered march, but none meander about him. The blessed musician furrows his eyebrows and then-

-a voice that cures the most chronic of melancholies. Whipping his head, Sunday's widened eyes behold a face he would recognize blind. With a terrified expression, Sunday considers this another nightmare, afraid to move lest Robin vanishes like a cruel mirage. And yet, she waves. She waves! Beckons for him to join her. An elated sensation fills Sunday's chest and purifies his stormy mood. At once, he walks to her, keeping his steps measured to avoid suspicion. In truth, Sunday wants to rush to her, gather her into his arms, and plead for her forgiveness. He left without a proper goodbye, perhaps betraying her trust; it is something Sunday still struggles to realize, and this guilt torments him nightly. He withholds these feelings from showing on his visage as he finally joins her. Instead, he gifts his sister a smile and nods his head in a measured greeting of a philosopher lost in thought.

"I see, this is the pleasant surprise they told me about." Sunday chimes, taking a seat. He glances at the laquered menu in front of him and fears that they may not have time to catch up. A voice scratches him from the depths of the darkness he failed to execute on the Eighth day of his departure. "To be honest, I am unfamiliar with this territory. Perhaps, a suggestion from the locals?" His habits tell him to worry, to interrogate Robin about her troubles. And then, Sunday sighs, exhaling the last of his nerves. With a new breath comes reasurrence. Robin has always been the best of them all.

"I may have become somewhat of a...coffee snob -(March 7 called him so once when Sunday fussed about an aftertaste of burnt beans) -, I think. So, how about we start with that? I'd like to study the menu a bit longer." He says with intrigue as he picks up the booklet, flipping a page. "It is so good to see you. Are you here for long?"

[minnieposting]

just ,,, thinking about sunday and robin now i feel so ill over them. they love each other so much its sickening to think about them getting separated in every universe as a canon event. just want them to be chilling in some cafe sharing a shortcake or something while they talk about trivial things its so SICKENING!!!!

[recareels]

i feel that sundays wings do shake/twitch ever so slightly when he’s showing extreme emotions (like anger or anything else) BUT he’s so conscious of it. he doesn’t want anyone to see it. he’d be even more angry if anyone witness it. the little crack in his calm and stoic façade being shown off by his own body parts. a body part that he can’t control because of how extreme the emotion is. he’d rather do the most gruesome things than ever have anyone see those minuscule shakes from his wings (just what i think about him anyway it’s so stupid ik ^.^)

no no no i COMPLETELY agree with you!!! ultimate and utmost control is so insanely important to him that the thought of his basic bodily functions giving him away is an absolutely unbearable one. as such, he has spent several of his formative teenage years and early adulthood painstakingly honing his body into something he has complete and utter power over. and, for the most part, he’s perfected it.

but i love the idea of certain people—you, robin, mr gopher wood—being the few handful of witnesses he just can’t entirely hide it from, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how meticulously he’s trained his body; people he cares about, people he feels a semblance of comfort in their presence. that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t try to mask those emotions, to force his stupid wings into absolute submission; it’s simply that the emotions he feels for those he loves are much too strong to be fully reigned in, shoved down, shut up and locked away. that, and the fact that you all know him much too well, are much too perceptive for your own goods, that you seem to notice even the slightest, daintiest quiver through his feathers—motions that are too faint for a normal eyes to catch; but none of you are a normal eye, now, are you?

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Can we see more of the total drama au? It sounds fun!

Alec: *As the contestants drag themselves out of the water* Welcome, all! I can tell by your eager faces, that you’re all thrilled to be here!

Nathaniel: This is my resting bitch face, you psycho!

[Confessional]

Nathaniel: No one told me I had to jump out of a HELICOPTER! Why did I sign up for this thing?! WHY?!

[End confessional]

Alec: Well, if we can get the tantrums out of the way, it’s time to assemble teams! For team Glamazon, we have Marc, Reshma, Denise, Simon, Ivan, Juleka, Kim, Zoé, Chloé, Alya, Nino, Adrien, and Aurore!

Nino: Alright! I got my best bro and my girlfriend on a team!

[Confessional]

Nino: I’m weirdly excited for this! And the best part? Alec put all the tall people on a team together! And with Denise and Kim, we can’t lose any physical challenges!

[Confessional]

Alec: For team Shorties, we have Nathaniel, Cosette, Ismael, Lacey, Jean, Mireille, Rose, Alix, Myléne, Max, Sabrina, Vivica, and Marinette!

Alix: We’re gonna kill them all!

Cosette: BITE THEIR ANKLES!

[Confessional]

Lacey: Never underestimate the power of short people.

***

Max: I can become quite feral when the situation calls for it… HEAR THAT, TALL PEOPLE?!

[End confessional]

Alec: Your first challenge will be a test of brains, brawn, and how well you can wrangle animals!

Glamazons/Shorties: …

Reshma: … What did he say?

Alec: Your first challenge is called… Critter Catch! The object of this challenge is to mark the most animals my underpaid and underfed interns have released into the wild before five hours are up! To mark said animals, you will use these brightly-colored, super adhesive stickers with your team’s logos! *Tosses rolls of stickers at the teams* Designed those myself, by the way. Now, once an animal is marked, an opposing team member cannot mark them! And trust me, I’ll know. The team who has the most animals marked by the end of the challenge wins immunity and will not be getting sent home via voting system by the loser team. The loser who does get sent home via voting system by the loser team? They’ll have a little surprise waiting for them. Are we ready?!

Ismael: NO!

Alec: Great! Release the beasts!

*A few of Alec’s underpaid interns open metal cages, releasing some feral and unnatural looking animals*

Kim: Ew! What’s wrong with them?!

Simon: That ferret has a third eye!

Juleka: That gopher is giving me the middle finger.

Alec: Hehe, yeah… Here’s the thing. The island is sort of… Littered with toxic waste.

Max: I beg your pardon?!

Myléne: WHAT?!

Chloé: Where’s my phone?!

Alec: So, watch out for glowing barrels, and don’t let them smell your fear!

Zoé: What happens if- *A squirrel pounces on her* AAAAHHH!! IT’S TRYING TO EAT MY EAR! *Denise punches the squirrel off of her*

Alec: Well, don’t just stand around! Get those mutant animals!

Myléne: This is highly- *Alec blows an airhorn in her face*

[Confessional]

Myléne: I signed up so that I could use the million euros for good. But tormenting poor animals for the cause just seems… I-I don’t even know what.

[End confessional]

*Team Shortie is walking through the woods, trying to come up with a plan*

Max: Okay, we should cover more ground if we split up. Alix, Lacey, you two take to the trees. The rest of us will stick to the ground.

Kim: *Walking by* As always.

Alix: Shut up, Kim! Max, you were saying?

Max: If you have to, trip a memeber of Team Glamazon. Trust me, they won’t see it coming.

Jean: That, I can do- RABBIT! *Grabs the rabbit by its ears and slaps a sticker on its fur* Gotcha!

Myléne: Jean!

Jean: Honey, I need that ten million! I intend to buy tickets to every Broadway show… Or, you know, my University fund. Both are important.

*Meanwhile with Team Glamazon, Zoé, and Kim come across a crocodile resting on the ground*

Kim: Alright, I’ll sneak up behind it an cause a distraction. Then, I’ll climb a tree. While it’s trying to eat me, Zoé, you slap a sticker on its tail, and then-

Zoé: Marc’s wrestling it.

Kim: … WHAT?!

Marc: SAY UNCLE! SAY IT!

Kim: Whoa.

[Confessional]

Kim: So, I was not expecting a crocodile wrestler from someone so… Lanky. Don’t get me wrong, Marc’s cool, but I just wasn’t expecting… That.

[End confessional]

Marc: *Hog ties the crocodile with his hoodie and slaps a sticker on its snout*

Kim: Marc! Where’d you learn how to do that?!

Marc: I’ve got family out on the countryside. I learned how to do that with my cousins when they get on my nerves. Now, let’s go! *Runs off*

[Confessional]

Zoé: It must be the thrill of the competition. It happens; one minute, you’re all meek and shy, but when a competition with a big prize at the end comes along, you’ll do whatever it takes. Including wrestling with a killer reptile. I gotta say, though, I’m hoping to see Marc take down a bear, or something.

[End confessional]

*Lacey inches along a branch, ever so slowly… Then slaps a sticker on a vulture*

Lacey: YEAH! I OWN YOU! *The vulture pecks at her* OW! Hey! Little help?!

*Alix throws a stick at the vulture, making it fly off*

Lacey: Thanks.

Alix: Hey, no problem. Never liked those things. Now, come on. Between you and me, we’ve got nine animals. Who knows how far ahead The Glamazons are?

*Meanwhile*

Aurore: Oh, hell no, Bourgeois!

Chloé: It’s not like anyone will notice! Just put your sticker exactly where the other team put theirs, and make sure it’s not an inch off! How hard can that be?

Aurore: Very, when the animal is moving!

Alix: *Points to the ground where Aurore and Chloé are arguing* Trouble in paradise.

Lacey: *Snickers* This should be good.

Chloé: Ugh! It’s not that hard! *Notices a snake with the Shortie sticker on its tail, and places a Glamazons sticker on the exact same spot* There! And look at that. Nothing happened.

Alec’s Voice: Team Glamazon loses five points! Bringing their total down to eight!

Aurore: WHAT?!

Simon: Okay! Which fucker did what?!

*Lacey and Alix, meanwhile, are giggling from the treetops*

Alec’s Voice: Did I forget to mention? You cheat, you lose points. And that deduction puts team Shortie ahead! Good luck, Glamazons! You’ll need it!

*While walking, Ismael comes across a cave*

Ismael: Let’s see. Million… Or possibly get mauled by a mutant bear… I’ll find some tall-ass to help me out. *Notices Alya walking by* Hey, Alya! If the Shorties win, I’ll talk to Reshma and convince her to not vote you off.

Alya: … What do you want?

Ismael: Just be a distraction. A loud one.

Alya: … I’m in. *Follows Ismael into the cave and starts screaming. Seconds later, she runs out while being chased by a bear with a sticker on its hide, courtesy of Ismael*

Ismael: You’re a trooper, Alya! I owe you.

*In another part of the forest, Nathaniel is hiding behind a bush as a group of mutant rabbits go past him. With a bated breath, he runs out and slaps stickers on three of them*

Nathaniel: YES! *They start snarling at him* Fuck.

*Meanwhile, Nino is trying to coax Adrien into putting a sticker on a sleeping fox*

Adrien: What if it wakes up and tries to attack me?

Nino: It won’t while I’ve got my stick. Just do it quick and-

Nathaniel: *Runs past them screaming* RUN! THEY’RE GONNA KILL US ALL!

*His screaming wakes the Fox up, and it snarls at Adrien and Nino*

Nino: N-nice, fox. Let’s just-

Adrien: *Points ahead* RABBITS! *He grabs Nino’s hand and drags him away from the massive group of rabbits coming after them. Once they swarm over the fox and leave, all that’s left of the fox is a pile of bones*

[Confessional]

Nino: *Rocking back and forth; shudders* S-so… So many rabbits.

[End Confessional]

Alec: *Reclining in a lounge chair and watching the events on a flat screen* The Shorties take the lead thanks to Chloé deciding to cheat! This won’t do well for here during voting! Let’s see how Denise is doing. *Changes the channel, showing Denise wrestling with a bear* This! This is why I do these things!

Denise: SOMEONE SLAP A STICKER ON THIS THING!

Kim: *Runs by screaming a slaps a sticker on the bear’s arm* RUN AWAY NOW! FERRETS ARE COMING!

Denise: What are you- MIERDA! *Pushes the bear off of them and runs after Kim as a hoard of ferrets give chase*

*Meanwhile, Marinette and Vivica are fending off against several animals using tree branches. Jean slaps several stickers on the animals getting hit toward him*

Jean: Keep ‘em coming!

Marinette: You could help us!

Jean: Then who will put the stickers on these weirdly deformed animals?!

[Confessional]

Jean: Plus, I just got a manicure.

[End confessional]

Myléne: Where does that man get off? *Places a sticker on a squirrel, only for it to hiss and try to bite her* Hey! I’m on your side!

Cosette: *Kicks the squirrel away* It doesn’t know that!

[Confessional]

Cosette: I’m sure we’ll see a more feral side to Myléne as the show progresses.

***

Myléne: There is no way in hell I would ever harm an animal!

[End Confessional]

Nino: *Checks his watch* There’s only two hours left, and the shorties are ahead! No thanks to you, Chloé!

Chloé: Do you HAVE to keep saying that?!

Glamazons: YES!

Zoé: *Slaps a sticker on a bird as it flies by* Here’s what I’m thinking. Don’t think! Just tag! Do not be afraid of the mutant animals!

Reshma: But-

Zoé: NO FEAR! *Grabs a possum by its tail and slaps a sticker on its back, making it try to scratch her* See?! Easy!

Kim: I’m liking this plan! *Runs into a bear cave, screaming*

Alya: … He’s gonna die.

*Meanwhile*

Alec: There’s only an hour and forty minutes left until the end of the first trial! Will the Shorties come out on top for once? Will Kim get mauled by a bear? Will I stop asking questions? Find out right here! Right now! On Total! Drama! Paris!

*Commercial Break*

Alec’s Voice: With only thirty minutes left, The Shorties are still ahead!

Aurore: *Groans* Why are we so bad at this?!

Kim: *Covering up his arm wound* Maybe the fact it takes some of us three minutes to touch the floor when we bend over?

Marc: Was that necessary?

Kim: There’s no shorties nearby to poke fun at, so yes!… Tall-Ass.

[Confessional]

Marc: I just might vote him off for saying that to me… *Sighs* No, I won’t.

[End confessional]

*Mireille, Sabrina, and Ismael are hiding behind some bushes, watching a mutant platypus sleeping*

Ismael: Okay, who’s got a plan?

Mireille: Maybe I can make a distraction?

Ismael: That’s good. Alright, maybe-

Nino: DON’T THINK! JUST TAG! *Slaps a sticker on the platypus’ hide, and runs off. However, the platypus spots the other three and hisses*

Sabrina: Oh, shit.

*Meanwhile*

Cosette: Come on out, you freaky-looking animals! I just wanna put a sticker on your furry selves!

Nathaniel: Hey, maybe let’s no provoke the mutant animals.

Cosette: We’re still alive, aren’t we? *Hears someone screaming and turns around to see Mireille, Sabrina, and Ismael running toward, and then past them* What the?

Sabrina: RUN! AND DON’T LET IT KICK YOU!

Cosette: What’s she-

Nathaniel: PLATYPUS! *He and Cosette run from the platypus as it gives chase* I HATE NATURE!

Alec’s Voice: *Laughing* Fifteen more minutes! Who wants immunity the most?!

Simon: I want it! *Slaps a sticker on a deer’s face and runs away* I regret auditioning!

Myléne: On his face?!

Simon: *From a distance* Yes!

*Meanwhile*

Kim: We’re too far behind! We need to find a bunch of animals, and fast!

Adrien: But, the Shorties already got lost of them-

Aurore: Wait, wait, wait. Shut yo our mouth. Look. *Points to a bunny poking it’s head out of a burrow* When there’s one. There’s more…

Ivan: At this point, I’ll risk anything. I did not jump out of a plane for nothing.

Zoé: GET ‘EM!

*The Glamazons run toward the burrow*

*Fifteen minute skater, the airhorn goes off*

Alec’s voice: So ends Critter Catch! Glamazons and Shorties, return to the start!

*The Shorties make their way back*

Rose: I feel good about this.

Marinette: Yeah, we- What happened to you all?!

*The Glamazons are covered in bite marks and scratches, and some patches of hair are missing*

Nino: … Bunnies, Nettie.

*Both teams return to the start*

Alec: Whoa! You all look like hell!

Aurore: Thanks for noticing, jerk!

[Confessional]

Aurore: I will hurt him one day. I will.

[End confessional]

Alec: Let’s all turn our attention to the screen to see who won, and therefore, gains immunity!

*The screen shows that the Glamazons have 67, making the team cheer, only for it to die down when they see that the Shorties beat them by one point*

[Confessional]

Nathaniel: … I actually won something sports related! I’m somewhat an athlete!

***

Ismael: YEEEEAAAHH! SUCK IT, MOM!

***

Alya: I blame Chloé.

[End confessional]

*Later that night, the Glamazons are gathered around a bonfire, sitting on logs, while the Shorties stand off to the side*

Alec: This is truly the saddest part of the day… Because I can no longer torture one of you. You all voted for who you want to see go, and here are the results. If I toss you a marshmallow, you get to stay… Denise. Marc, Simon, Reshma. *Tosses them marshmallows* … Ivan, Juleka, Kim, Zoé. *Tosses them marshmallows* Alya, Adrien, and… Aurore. *Tosses them marshmallows* Nino and Chloé? That just leaves you. The person who will be getting sent home tonight… Will be…

…

…

…

Alec: … Chloé. *Tosses Nino a marshmallow*

Chloé: WHAT?! No! I deserve to be on tv!

Alya: And we deserve a teammate who doesn’t cost us points.

Ivan: Nice.

Alec: Follow me to the docks!

*The contestants are gathered on the docks, where Chef restrains a struggle Chloé, and stands next to some sort of tube that goes into the lake*

Alec: This is the Loser Chute! I’ve had my interns test it a few times and it… Somewhat works. It’ll take you back to the mainland and hopefully not rearrange your organs. Chef, if you please?

Chloé: *Kicking and screaming* You can’t do this!

Alec: If those are your final words, then all I have to say is, goodbye!

Chloé: You’ll hear from my lawyers! *Chef drops her down the Loser Chute feet first* AAAAAAAHHHH!!

Alec: Head to your cabins and get some rest, campers! Tomorrow’s a new day, where you’ll face more insane challenges, come across more mutant animals, and probably become exposed to toxic waste!

Sabrina: Excuse me?!

Adrien: What?!

Max: This is why I suggested we read the contracts.

Kim: Who reads contracts anymore?

Alec: Well said! And viewers! Tune in tomorrow! Watch as I put these campers through the wringer! Only right here! On total! Drama! Paris!

Glamazon: Marc, Reshma, Denise, Simon, Ivan, Juleka, Kim, Zoé, Chloé, Alya, Nino, Adrien, and Aurore!

Shorties: Nathaniel, Cosette, Ismael, Lacey, Jean, Mireille, Rose, Alix, Myléne, Max, Sabrina, Vivica, and Marinette

[wystiix]

One day, after dinner, while my younger sister and I were lounging about in Mr. Gopher Wood's yard, we spotted a fledgling Charmony Dove all on its own. That baby bird was tiny, it didn't even have all of its feathers, and it couldn't sing. When we found it, it was already on its last breath, having fallen into a shrub — probably abandoned by its parents. We decided to build a nest for it right there and then. However, thinking back, that winter was unusually cold, with fierce winds at night in the yard, not to mention the many poisonous bugs and wild beasts in the vicinity... It was clear that if we left the fledgling in the yard, it stood no chance of surviving until spring. So, I suggested we take it inside, place it on the shelf by the window, and asked the adults to fashion a cage for it. We decided that when it regained its strength enough to spread its wings, we would release it back into the wild. The tragic part — something that we'd never considered — was that this bird's fate had already been determined long before this moment... Its destiny was determined by our momentary whim. Now, I pass the power of choice to you all. Faced with this situation, what choice would you make? Stick to the original plan, and build a nest with soft net where the Charmony Dove fell? Or build a cage for it, and feed it, giving it the utmost care from within the warmth of a home? I eagerly await your answer.

Oneday on an unusually cold morning 🥶🙏while me and my sister were fishing for R5 CATCH we heard a faint voice...it was zy0x the tall and humble xiao main with #1 xiao in the world😍, i thought he was here to make a Gaming guide but it was not at all what happened😰

Zy0x touched my tail🥵......and took my charmony dove and buried it in Gopher wood's backyard😭 I tried to stop him but he said "touch your tail? Uhm YES"😱there was no sadness in his eyes🥺...he later said "Hey what's up guys welcome to my complete tail touching guide"🤬 I tried to run but he threw GUOBA at me😳 and Displaying his mastery over both fire and polearms, zy0x sends a Pyronado whirling around him. The Pyronado will move with him for the ability's duration, dealing Pyro DMG to all opponents in its path😵🔥.

I STUNLOCKED him by saying "yae>fischl" and "hyperbloom is bad" so i could get some time to hide but it didn't work for long and he eventually found me🫄

At this point there was nothing i could do.....I asked him "why are you doing this?" And he just looked at me straight in the eyes and said "+1 skeleton"

What a cruel world😞😔

[loverboy-cc]

🤍 ,🤎 , ❤️ , 🧡 ,💚 for the profovember ask game !!

doing these with medic + sniper (tf2) and gopher wood (hsr) bearing in mind that I follow the fanon w red/blu medic being different and this is red medic. And like, everything w gopher wood is based on what little canon knowledge we have on him so I'm coming up with shit on the fly <3

also i'm not writing medic + snipers accents ily but I would absolutely butcher it

🤍 when did you first realize you were in love with s/i?

Medic - Well. I'm obligated to do an uberheart transplant on everyone who joins the team. He not only let me do it (without being subdued or forced!) but he kept coming back and letting me test things on him! We also had a bit of a moment when I caught him collecting the muscle tissue from a blu spy- he didn't even hesitate in offering to share!

(I can't think of anything for the other two :/ )

🤎 what was the first thing you remember gifting to s/i?

Medic - Bits of new glassware for his lab, it was his birthday right after we had met and he was planning on getting it himself.

Sniper - Bones. He always struck me as the weird sort who would like collecting them- and he does. He has a closet in his lab dedicated to cleaning the flesh off them.

Gopher - A dress he'd mentioned wanting. I'd been planning on gifting him something, but he had kept quiet about everything we passed by on our first date. I wasn't even sure if he wanted the dress, seeing as all he did was hesitate before walking past it.

❤️ is there anything you would like to do with s/i in the near future?

Medic - He owes me an experiment after his last little foray into toxins sent me to respawn (painfully, I should add)

Sniper - He's been holed up in his lab for a good bit- I'm not one to talk, but it'd be nice to have him stay with me in my camper awhile.

Gopher - I've been meaning to see if I can talk him into staying in Penacony. The boy is awfully headstrong though and he loves his job. So I can't imagine he will.

🧡 who worries more about the other?

Medic - Hm... Depends on how you define worry.

Sniper - I do. No hesitation. That man and his entire lab makes me nervous.

Gopher - I don't often worry about him, he's a capable young man.

💚 what does the perfect date look like to you?

Medic - Oh! I love making him dinner. Especially since he has similarly... unique tastes as me in terms of meat.

Sniper - Well, I like hunting yeah? And he likes cooking. So anytime I catch something nice we make dinner together.

Gopher - It's terribly corny, but I much prefer not going out at all. Especially since his work takes him across the cosmos, I'd much prefer to spend what little time I have with him at home.

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

The Stranded and The Scaly.

Chapter 12: The Boy who cried Gator.

Day 8

Scott tore though the woods, refusing to stop to catch his breath or look behind him. He didn't care where he was going, as long as it was away from that fucking monster in the woods.

The ginger boy gasped for air as he ran, stumbling as he shoved through low-hanging branches and bushes. How long had that thing been there, and why did it look so humanoid? Could it have been an unlucky intern? No, none of that mattered. Scott had to tell the others! That thing was big enough to pick them all off one by one and eat them!!

Scott emerged from the forest, covered in dirt and scratches. He saw his castmates standing near the dock and rushed over, but he tripped over a rock and landed flat on his face in front of them.

"False alarm, campers! Scott is NOT dead as we all thought! He's all gross-looking like a corpse, though." Chris cackled. "Anyways, let me finish explaining your challenge for today!"

"No, no, no!! Wait a second!!" Scott quickly got to his feet.

"I need to tell you guys something! We are all in DANGER."

"Scott, we've been in danger since we set foot on this island. Our situation can't get much worse." Mike rolled his eyes, clearly not amused by whatever prank Scott might be pulling.

"Please, this is serious!" Scott pleaded.

"Hey, maybe we should listen to dust bunny over here." Jo pointed out.

The campers turned their attention to Scott, waiting to hear what he had to say. Chris tapped his foot impatiently and scowled at the ginger.

"I saw something in the woods, it was a mutant!"

"Seriously, Scott? We KNOW there are mutants on this island. Seeing some weird critter in the woods is old news." Zoey looked a little annoyed.

"No, it was HUGE, and green, a-and scaly!!"

"Congrats, you saw a big, nasty swamp gator. Whoop whoop, everyone give Scott a round of applause for his excellent observations!" Chris spoke in a mocking tone, clapping his hands slowly.

Scott's face flushed bright red from embarrassment as he shoved his hands in his pockets and took his place in the line of campers. How stupid of him to think that the others would actually believe him, he was known for lying and scheming! Scott desperately looked at Jo and Lightning, they'd believe him, right? Maybe?

Wrong. Jo glared at him and shook her head, Lightning didn't even glance at him. Well, sucks to be them. If they went into the forest, they'd be toast. Scott had the upper hand here.

Geoff cautiously wandered the forest with the baby gopher in his arms. What did gophers eat, anyways? Were they herbivores or omnivores? He regretted not paying attention in biology class, he didn't know that info would actually come in handy! The gopher sniffled and squirmed in his arms, it was getting hard to hold on to that thing. Geoff knelt down and carefully placed the animal on the ground. The gopher immediately began to sniff the ground and waddle around. Did it know something he didn't? Geoff watched as the gopher stopped and started burrowing into the ground, it seemed to be searching for something. Geoff's questions were quickly answered when the gopher pulled a large, thick root out of the ground and immediately started chowing down. The little munchkin was a herbivore, noted.

Geoff knelt next to the gopher and pet it while it ate, humming a quiet tune. He'd have to go hunt for his own meal later.

Ezekiel was panicking. Geoff was gone, he left his stuff behind, and there were signs of a cave-in. He hoped the other boy hadn't been crushed. The small mutant charged through the vast tunnels and caverns, looking for any clue as to where Geoff had gone. Without looking where he was going, he ran right off a rocky ledge into a pool of clear, blue water. Ezekiel gasped and coughed as he waded to the surface and let his vision adjust to the cave's lighting. He hadn't been in this area before, it was beautiful....

The water glowed a faint blue, along with the crystal formations along the walls, illuminating the cave to an extent.

Ezekiel instantly knew he had to show Geoff this wondrous cave. Maybe they could have a party just for the two of them.

Zeke's thoughts were interrupted when his keen eyes spotted a long, blonde hair drifting on the surface of the water.

Geoff had been here.

He had to keep looking.

He scrambled out of the water and inspected the ground for more clues. His brief inspection revealed large claw marks in the stone, these had to belong to Geoff.

Okay, all he had to do was follow the claw marks in the stone, and then he'd be able to find Geoff. Simple, right?

Ezekiel knew Geoff's scent well, and these caverns carried the faintest trace of it. Not enough to follow, but enough to know Geoff had been here. The claw marks were his biggest lead, and he needed to keep following them.

Zeke would find Geoff one way or another, he knew the mutant boy was large and powerful enough to take down any possible predators, but he couldn't save himself from being crushed by rocks. If he was too late, and if Geoff had died in a cave-in, he'd never forgive himself. Ezekiel hated to imagine Geoff's possible final moments, alone and scared as his bones were crushed by the collapsing cave walls, unable to cry out as the darkness engulfed him.

Ezekiel growled.

No, he'd find Geoff, and he would be ALIVE. He'd bring Geoff back to their cozy little cave and curl up in his arms, relaxing as the sound of Geoff's heartbeat echoes through his ears.

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