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[moxie-girl]

got genshin on the mind again

[0perfectimperfections0]

hey Factory default is one of my favs, is there anyway you could maybe make a third part?

Alright! Time to actually get back into writing for this fandom again! I had to reread over the first two parts, so let's see how jumping back into works out. -------

They didn't really know how to undo something as permanent as a factory default. Michael, since he was an engineer, had been called over to Ox's house to help figure things out. Needless to say, even though Lou wasn't really a bother nor a threat without his memory, the others weren't too keen on having him over in their homes.

Ox pointedly ignored that fact for the sake of focusing on his former best friend's state. Was it technically current best friend, considering the fact that Lou's memory was erased? Or maybe still former since Lou didn't remember him?

Bah, details.

Michael didn't have the slightest clue about what to do. It had come to their attention that Lou had a microchip embedded into his neck on the right side. Which was a surprise, considering the blond had never mentioned it before.

He had attempted to remove it, but the second he pulled out his pocket knife to do so, Lou had (reasonably) flipped out.

The blond suddenly leaned to the side, knees drawing up to his chest, hands gripping the edge of the dining chair they had sat him on. "What are you doing?" His voice wavered in a way none of them had heard before.

Fear. He had never exuded fear before, aside from maybe when he had been in the dog's mouth.

Michael paused, pocket knife unsheathed and uselessly held in the air where he'd been inches away from Lou's neck. His blue eyes wide as he took in the foreign sight of Lou being afraid. "I'm gonna get to that chip of yours. We have to look at it and see if there's a way to break you again-"

"Michael," Ox chided from his spot beside the blond, arms folded as he watched the scene play out. The others stood by on watch as well, whether for their own entertainment or because they cared, Ox didn't know.

Michael at least had the decency to purse his lips and glance over at the mayor with a somewhat apologetic look. He was mainly just sorry he got chastised. He looked back at Lou, who was eyeing the pocket knife warily. "It's not gonna hurt that bad. Just a quick-"

"You cannot take it!" Lou's voice was higher-pitched now and his eyes stayed fixed on the pocket knife, as if the act alone would keep it from touching him. "I will not live!"

That made everyone pause in various degrees of surprise and confusion. "What?" Michael was the first to recover. "Not...live? I'm not completely eviscerating you, Lou."

Lou didn't know what in the world 'eviscerating' meant, but that didn't sound like something he wanted to experience, either. "Chip gives life," Lou stated, much more firm this time, albeit nervous. "No chip, no life. I will not live."

Realization washed over Ox and he stepped into Lou's panic-stricken view, ears flopping back as a mix of emotions followed the realization. "Not live? You mean die?"

"Die?" Lou echoed, not knowing the word.

Die: to not live.

"Yes. Die," Lou stated this time, his microchip flashing a faint green beneath the felt of his neck as the definition was stored away into his database.

It was something everyone had eventually caught onto the more Lou learned from them. A green flash of his normally blue-glowing microchip meant that he had learned something and the data was stored.

"Why would the microchip be keeping him alive?" Mandy pondered aloud to herself. The others were wondering the same thing. Michael lowered the pocket knife, sliding the blade back into handle and hiding it away in his back pocket again. It wasn't until then that Lou relaxed again.

His feet slowly touched the floor again and Ox made a point to rest his hand on the blond's knee to let him know it was okay. He stood between him and Michael as added comfort. The blue-haired doll had not made a good second-first impression on Lou, after all. Ox addressed the others. "If that chip is keepin' him alive and learnin' info, then maybe that's the key t' gettin' his memory back."

"One would have to access said chip, though," Michael countered with a slightly irritated tone. He really just didn't want to be around Lou, memory or no memory.

The feeling was mutual for Lou.

"No touch," Lou repeated, his voice quieter as his gaze hardened slightly at Michael. The engineer simply jerked his nose upward slightly in a silent scoff before looking back to Ox when he spoke.

"We ain't gonna hurt ya, bud," Ox patted Lou's knee to reassure him before looking up at Michael. "Is there any kinda techno-do-hickey stuff that can access it? Ya'll use computers for this kinda thing, don't ya?"

Michael raised a brow at that, his expression unimpressed with the wording and even more so the suggestion. "I wouldn't be able to access Lou's microchip data. I assume that only whoever created him would have access to that kind of thing. The parent device would be the only thing that can access his information and change it in any way."

Most of that went in one ear and out the other, but Ox basically got the gist of the answer: no.

Moxy piped up with her own suggestion. "Maybe if we showed Lou some things that might trigger his memory?"

Michael shook his head before Ox could naively agree to the idea. "That's not how computers work. If Lou had amnesia, yeah, sure, but factory default means all of his previous data was erased. You can't get anything back unless you saved the data on a hard drive."

Lou sat there quietly, his eyes darting to each person who spoke as they conversed amongst themselves. He could at least gather that they were talking about him, but everything else went over his head. It wasn't until Ox grabbed his attention again that he actually focused on what was being said.

"Do you remember anything about wakin' up? Or what your first memory is?" the bunny asked.

"My Creator was there," Lou answered simply. "He instructed me and sended me here-"

"Sent," Michael corrected dully.

Lou, while not entirely familiar with how facial expressions and emotions worked, sent the engineer an instinctive glare, the closest he's looked to the old Lou since returning.

Sent: the past tense of send.

Lou's microchip flashed green with this knowledge, even if the blond was unaware that the annoying male that had threatened him with a shiny object was the one who had taught him. Michael at least got the satisfaction of it.

"My Creator sent me here," Lou rephrased with a slight bite to his tone that he didn't understand the emotion behind, his gaze going back to Ox. "No further instruction but teach."

"And the rules," Luckybat added, recalling Lou's wonderful memorization earlier at the diner for whatever nonsense he had spewed out.

"I already know rules," Lou stated simply, yet not in a cocky manner - he hadn't acquired that trait yet. "I remember rules-"

"So your creator didn't teach ya that when you woke up?" Ox asked, his confusion growing the longer this conversation went on.

"No," Lou shook his head, equally confused as to why Ox and everyone else seemed confused. "Why teach? I already know."

Michael pursed his lips, not taking his gaze off the blond as he pieced together what was going on. "His creator has a hard drive," he stated simply, bringing everyone's attention back to him. "If Lou already-"

"Louis," the blond corrected, not entirely without spite.

"Lou," Michael repeated with a glare down at the blond, with complete spite, "already knew those rules he was talking about, then his creator must have saved all of his data onto a hard drive. He reset him to factory default, transferred only the information he saw fit to, and then sent him back here."

"So we need that hard drive," Wage muttered, arms crossed as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Easier said than done," Michael rolled his eyes. "We don't even know how Lou and the robots go between the Institute and the human's world without the portal."

"We know they took him through the pipes," Ox spoke up, his eye distant as he stared at nothing in particular. "I watched the robots when they left with 'im. Towards where the recyclin' is."

"But that pipe just leads to the recycle and the North of Uglyville," Moxy shook her head.

Michael piped up again. "But if dolls used to be sent straight to the recycle after being made in the factory, then there has to be another branch in the piping somewhere. One that leads to the factory itself."

"Woah, wait, alright," Wage held up her hands, pushing off the counter and standing more towards the centre of the present company. "We're talkin' about this like we're gonna go there and just casually get this hard drive. We don't know anything about who Lou's creator is or if we can even get it."

"We can ask," Moxy shrugged as if it were that simple.

"Ask?" even Mandy echoed this in slight incredulity. "Moxy, I'm all for optimism, but if Lou's creator reset him in the first place, why would he let us access the hard drive to bring his memories back?"

"Mandy's right," Ox spoke up before Moxy could offer some other glass-half-full response.

"Thank you," Mandy sighed, and Wage rolled her eyes in relief that they were being sensible again.

"We'll have to sneak in."

"What!?" Everyone - excluding Lou, of course - exclaimed at Ox's ridiculous suggestion. "You can't be serious," Wage went back to being irritated.

"Sorry if this sounds blunt or rude or whatever," Michael spoke again, one arm crossed whilst the other rolled flippantly in the air to signify that he wasn't actually sorry for what he was about to say, "but is Lou's memory really worth a potential suicide mission?"

"Sewey-side?" Lou echoed. Of course, out of all the foreign words they'd thrown out there thus far, that was the one Lou honed in on.

Ox merely rolled his eye, ignoring Lou's inquiry for the sake of not having to explain that word. He looked up at Michael. "Yes, I'm serious and yes it is worth it. I'd rather have the arrogant jerk back than-" he gestured lamely to the innocent, wide-eyed blond that was watching them in curiosity and confusion.

"And what's so wrong with this?" Wage asked in a biting tone, gesturing to said 'this'. "At least we can actually have a conversation with him without wantin' to pull our stuffing out."

"The kid literally asked us what a kitchen was earlier," Ox gave Wage a flat look.

"Kitchen!" Lou straightened in the chair, a smile on his face as he recalled the newly learned word. "A place where to cook." He looked proud of himself as he looked up at Wage.

Ox merely gave her a wry smile and arched a brow as his point was silently made. Wage sighed and conceded. "Alright, so there's the ups and downs of any situation, but considerin' it's Lou we're talkin' about, I think we have to choose the lesser of two evils here."

"Regardless," Mandy spoke up, taking a step forward to put a pin in the conversation whilst she still had the chance to, "it's getting late and it's not like we're on a time limit to do any of this. If his creator has the data saved, obviously he has a reason for keeping it, so we don't have to figure this all out in one day."

It was silent for a moment before both Ox and Wage silently agreed that they didn't have to come to a conclusion on this debate just yet. Mandy was right, they presumably had time. And, even if they didn't, realistically they couldn't do anything at the moment.

For now, they were stuck with this Lou.

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Also, I didn't realize until halfway through writing this and checking the word count that, yes, my voice is different in this part compared to the first two. I checked the date I published the first two parts and it was a few months shy of 2 years ago-

My writing voice has changed a lot since then, understandably, so I'm really sorry that, if you're reading from the first part and then get to this sudden 180 of a narrative, it's a little bit of a slap in the face.

No, I...can't really do anything about it.

[kusatta]

" i would never hurt you, " but, oh, how she wants to . . . crimson red viscera coating porcelain skin as she sees the light fade from the other's pretty eyes. " please, you have to believe me. " a cry for help ( genuine ), she reaches towards eulalie. " i've only gotten this far because of you, because i wanted to be able to protect you. " or perhaps, to watch her take her last breath over & over again, on loop until she was satisfied, to see for herself the power of the grief that resided in her partially rotted carcass. " i - i wanted to be able to protect you. " consciousness fades, a look of horror mixed with that of pure bliss, glee. " help me. " / @soulskept, ♡.

[melannen]

Turnchetta playlist for @lesmisshippingshowdown

This is for @lesmisshippingshowdown which allows fanworks to give extra points in the polls. We are trying to get the very canonical and important pairing of Turning Woman #3 (a chorus member from the 2012 movie) and Musichetta (Joly's never-onscreen girlfriend from the book) onto the next round.

Even if you don't have a clue what Les Miserables is, can you vote Turnchetta here? As a favor? And if you're not sure, maybe this playlist will convince you of their deep canonicity and long-term importance to the fandom. Or just do it for chaos. Either one as long as you do it.

Spotify playlist:

Tracklist

Three Coins in the Fountain - Connie Francis

Musichetta stupidotta, scanzonata, innocente - Commenti Sonori

My Baby Loves A Bunch of Authors - Moxy Fruvous

What's Love Got To Do With It - Tina Turner

You Turn The Screws - Cake

Turn, Turn, Turn - Dolly Parton

Who Will Shoe Your Pretty Little Feet - Tennesse Ernie Ford

The World Spins Madly On - The Weepies

Sunday Bloody Sunday - U2

飛哥跌落坑渠 (Teddy Boy in the Gutter) - 李寶瑩, 鄧寄塵, 鄭君綿 歡場三怪

Turn Around - They Might Be Giants

Tangled Up In Blue - Indigo Girls

Heartaches by the Number - Cyndi Lauper

Three Times a Lady - Sissel

Let's Face The Music And Dance - Diana Krall

Turn The World Around - Womansong

Liner notes and Youtube links under the cut. (Fanmix liner notes means "write a synopsis of an entire hypothetical musical" right? That's how I've always done it.)

These are largely old standards, which meant I had a range of cover options, and I went with women's covers most of the time.

Three Coins in the Fountain - Connie Francis

This was the first song I thought of for a Musichetta and Three mix! You can read this either as the three being Musichetta, Joly and Bossuet, and only one of them gets a happy ever after - or you can read it as Musichetta, Three, and one of their other working woman friends, and only one of them ends up marrying rich.

2. Musichetta stupidotta, scanzonata, innocente - Commenti Sonori

We needed an actual musichetta on this mix. The title translates as "Musichetta stupid, carefree, and innocent" - this is her in her early days, working, spending time with the girlfriends of her youth like Three, dreaming of a superb future.

3. My Baby Loves A Bunch of Authors - Moxy Fruvous

Here she is as she gets more involved with the students, gets drawn into the artistic world, goes to fancy parties, becomes someone's mistress, falls in love with literature and books.

4. What's Love Got To Do With It - Tina Turner

That world of surface romance and semi-transactional sex starts to harden her, even as she has one (two?) boys who delight in her and she in them.

5. You Turn The Screws - Cake

In the full musical version this would be a duet between Three and Musichetta where they are growing apart as she draws further into the political, literary, and bourgeois world of her students and Three commits to staying as she is and they both become scornful of each other's priorities. They see each other in passing around the Corinthe and don't speak but don't forget. (This is probably happening around the time of the July Revolution, with red, white and blue everywhere.)

6. Turn, Turn, Turn - Dolly Parton

And time passes and everyone gets older, and maybe it can go on like this forever but time passes and it won't, but it's always been that way. (This song is a quote from the book of Ecclesiastes which is very good poetry to read when you're disillusioned with the world and not sure what the point of keeping going is when it's just more of the same and always getting worse.)

7. Who Will Shoe Your Pretty Little Feet - Tennessee Ernie Ford

There start to be ominous undertones in Musichetta's world. It feels like July 1830 only somehow not the same. Her sweet boys fuss over her but at the same time start making noises about what she'll do when they're gone (but with very little understanding of what she *will* do if they're gone. She doesn't disillusion them of course.)

8. The World Spins Madly On - The Weepies

This song plays while both Musichetta and Three are holed up in their separate apartments across town from each other, hearing the gunshots go off and staying in bed, Musichetta thinking about how she's abandoned her boys to fight without her and Three thinking about how she's let Musichetta get involved in all that without her.

9. Sunday Bloody Sunday - U2

They wake up and go down to the Rue Chanvrerie and get blood all over their pretty little feet and their eyes meet while they sing and work together but separately.

10. 飛哥跌落坑渠 (Teddy Boy in the Gutter) - 李寶瑩, 鄧寄塵, 鄭君綿 歡場三怪

This is a reprise of the first song, courtesy of 1960s Cantonese cinema which rewrote the lyrics as being about a girl of the town finding her boy stinking and disgusting in the gutter. I think it's supposed to be a scathing parody and he's just drunk and wearing too much perfume, but to the extent of my ability to translate the Cantonese, I think it also works here, as Three and Musichetta find the remains of her boys and Three is scornful of her squeamishness while hiding her compassion for her grief.

11. Turn Around - They Might Be Giants

Trauma. They don't deal well with the survivor's guilt.

12. Tangled Up In Blue - Indigo Girls

This is the key to the whole love story, I knew this song in the Indigo Girls cover first, so it's always been a song about star-crossed lesbians to me; they knew each other once, and they weren't even that different in class, but one of them ended up drifting and taking whatever manual work she could to get by, and one committed to spending time with college boys and reading medieval Italian poetry and doing sex-work adjacent work when she couldn't get anything else, and they keep coming together and separating again because they can't stay apart but they can't compromise with each other either. This is Three's song for Musichetta (how the specific incidents in the song line up with the plot is up to the person who ends up writing the book.)

13. Heartaches by the Number - Cyndi Lauper

This is Musichetta's song for Three - from her POV Three keeps leaving and breaking her heart while she stays still, even though at the time Three left she thought it didn't matter and she didn't care, looking back from this end she can't stand it, and she's determined the next time she sees Three she makes it clear how much it hurt her.

14. Three Times a Lady - Sissel

And here she finally meets up with Three again but instead of pouring out her hurt she ends up pouring out her love instead!

15. Let's Face The Music And Dance - Diana Krall

Well, says Three, the world is awful and nothing we do matters, so we might as well keep trying to make it better (this is Three admitting that she loves Musichetta too, and her boys and their lost causes weren't all wrong.)

16. Turn The World Around

(Couldn't find the version on Spotify on Youtube, so this is a random women's community chorus.)

With Musichetta's and Three's views reconciled, they realize that the key is to forget everyone's old grievances and come together in solidarity to make the world better for everyone with everyone's skills and resources together, and it does matter even though it doesn't matter, and they lead the Turning women (who have also all paired off now) in this song instead.

Curtain call!

[roguephenon]

Hello!! Hope this ask finds you well! I really like your version of Numbuh 10! Do you mind sharing other thoughts while writing her or headcanons about her because I like that she has more of a role here and has that moxie and dedication to the people she cares about.

aww, thank you! Numbuh 10 is one of my favs and I’m honestly really passionate about how I portrayed her so it means a lot to hear you like her 🥹

big props and shoutout to @socksandbuttons who came up with the name Georgette and a huge inspo that got me started on how I portray Georgy :3

Best way I can describe my thought process when writing her is “mean girl with a Heart of Gold”.

The arc I intended for her throughout my fics is to have her go from “being mean to EVERYONE as a consequence of some need to prove she’s more than just a pretty face” to “she’s now mean to people who actually deserve it and doesn’t need to prove anything to anyone. And if you hurt the people she loves she does not care to be polite with you and will tear you to pieces and feast on the remains.”

Georgette knows what she values and wants and doesn’t tolerate bullshit and is not shy about expressing that. She comes off as “bitch” but that’s intentional because she stands on business.

So often, people think it’s more important to be “nice” than genuinely kind. Then when the genuinely kind people are “bitchy” or have boundaries and get harsh, especially toward “nice” people, the kind person gets the bad rep.

Georgette will not fake being “nice” to gain an advantage or worry about being “polite” when she sees injustice or innocents/people she cares about getting hurt.

(Especially when it comes to Fanny and Patton)

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hello!

I'm just a person shareing stuff on the internet. Writing is a hobby of mine. Adulting is hard, writing fanfiction isn't. Sometimes people commission me to write things.

Please don't take anything on this blog too seriously. Fictional characters aren't worth arguing about.

Requests: open

Commission: open

Will do: Headcanons, scenarios, prompt requests, oc x cannon, self insert characters, yandere stuff, platonic and romantic relationships.

Won't do: anything that supports pedophilia, homophobia, racist views and hate speech

My Ko-fi <3

🌟 Fandom list 🌟

The Gaslight District

Melancholy

Ken

Mud

Breadhead

The Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Pomni

Cain

Ragatha

Gangle

Zooble

Kinger

Poppy Playtime

Doey

Dogday

Catnap

Kissy Missy

Poppy

Mini-toys in Safe Haven

Murder Drones

Uzi

N

V

J

Doll

Tessa

Cyn

Welcome Home

Wally Darling

Julie joyful

Frank Frankly

Barnaby B. Beagle

Howdy Pillar

Sally Starlet

Poppy Partridge

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas

Millie

Moxie

Loona

Octavia

Striker

Fizzarolli

Belzabub

Asmodeus

Mammon

Hazbin hotel

Carlie

Alastor

Angle Dust

Vaggie

Nifty

Sir Pentious

Husk

Lucifer

Rosie

Vox

Velvette

Valentino

[solstices-dreams]

𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏.

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐫. ᝰ.ᐟ

— 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢.

16 years old (aug. 23), she/they, 5’4

She was my first friend ever, we’ve been friends since elementary school so we’ve been through alll the cringe phases with each other. She’s definitely my best best friend, no shade on my others but she’s the one who gets me. I think we’ll have matching bracelets, not sure what kind but we’re matching.

She has a hispanic mom who can be strict but she loves me and her food-!! omg!! Her dad’s black and he’s pretty tall and big and he likes me too, probably calls me by some nickname b/cuz i’m so close with Maria. And he’s the good cop, so if we ever get in trouble we’ll tell him, not her mom.

Her younger brother is Matteo, (NOT mattheo riddle). He and I are also close just bcuz of Marie. He loves food and is lokey a popular kid in his grade but he still hangs out around our grade and we text somewhat often.

Maria’s usual nicknames are Marie, Mar, Mari. She’ll be the type to call you out on your bs like Angie, she also makes a couple race jokes but she never means them. I’m her token white girl when she takes me to the bsu (black student union.) She also does volleyball for a sport. She’s somewhere on the bisexual/pansexual spectrum of liking a lot of genders.

She’s in all the same type of classes as me, honors and APs and she’s best at english and history. (not better than me tho, we tie or I do better… but no jealousy !) But she’s my fav, my homegirl and also a potential s/o… She also calls you “girl” regardless of gender, unless you ask her not too. And she also makes sure to switch up your pronouns if you go by a couple.

they remind me of : dark red, scarves, soft blankets, brown color palette, hello kitty, nose highlighter, a good book with a warm fire

— 𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨.

15 years old (june 6), she/they, 5ft

She has two older brothers who are both blonde and pale like her. Her family is academically driven and she’s super smart, (honors & ap classes) especially in math. She’s pretty soft spoken and quiet and definitely a bookworm but you can have really indepth conversations with her. If you want to vent to her she’s awesome because she gives good constructive criticism and I have her sometimes check over whatever I’m writing for school or fanfic… b/c yes, i’m a fanfic writer in my teen life dr.

She’s super organized and has really neat notes, like angie, so if I ever miss a class I’m asking them for notes. We became friends in middle school, she was an 8th grade transfer then ended up going to the same highschool as me. I don’t really think she’s do any sports, maybe track? I think she might do yearbook or matheletes, a more strict club ig? Probably photography club and an Asian ethnicity clubs and she would def run a position, maybe secretary so she doesn’t have to talk too much. It’s not social anxiety on her part she just doesn’t like having to be told to speak up all the time. She’s also crazy levelheaded, all my other friends get passionate about stuff, but she’s chill.

She has cool pins on her bags too and she’s a thrift queen, i know me and the gals are gonna have so much fun thrifting !! And Yvette is aro/ace and rarely experiences attraction, also maybe demisexual-? I don't know a ton about nonattraction terms but she doesn't get crushes or feel attraction often and when she does it can be any gender.

they remind me of : light green, neat notes, mochi, organized pantries, sterile, white, pressed sheets, glasses with thin frames

— 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜.

15 years old (oct. 3), she/they, 5’6

Holy shit- this girl… she has energy constantly. I met her in highschool. We usually call her “moxie” instead of maxine and occasionally “max.” She’s also an emoji abuser and she def has cheesy pick up lines and she sends you a shit ton of tiktoks and she uses the tiktok [proud] emoji a ton. “What’s cookin good looking? [stomps light up sketchers] [proud]”

She’s the one jumping around at parties and saying “oh my god I love this song!” Not organized at all… miss gurl is always losing stuff so I make sure to take a copy of all my homework because no doubt she’ll come asking for an extra. She does soccer, softball, and basketball. She’s pretty smart, she’s in only honors or ap history or english, she hates math so she and yvette make a funny pair.

“Y’all i’m not even joking- i just flunked that test, the only thing I got right was my name-“

She has a dad who’s like… really rich. She doesn’t really care though but sometimes she can totally forget how rich she is compared to others in the group. I love whenever she invites to do stuff because it’s always cool and paid for. She has a step mom she doesn’t particularly care for and is a little blunt with her but she’s not a bad person, just doesn’t like the step mom feeling like a replacement. Unlabeled sexuality queen, girls, guys, if there’s a will there’s a way,

they remind me of : party girl, champagne glasses, sparkles, gold, energy, party city, gold/silver tinsel

— 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧.

15 years old (dec. 3), she/her, 5’7

She’s so annabeth chase and angelica schyuler. She’s so SMART LIKE OMG. She’s all honors and then AP lab classes so if I’m not doing well in a class i got to her. She’s the smartest in the groups (besides me 🌝) She is mother.

She’s such a queen and can explain stuff so well, she wants to be a doctor or lawyer to earn a lot of money and I have feeling she’d be really good at either. Argumentative feminist queen, I am her #1 fan girl. And she’d look so good in a lab coat, like, YES MOTHER! I trust you with my life.

She’s also very mature and she’s the tallest in our group of girls, she has so much patience for putting up with Moxie and Maddy and then me and marie’s out-of-pocket shirt and a Diego and danny’s gremelin behavior. NASTY SIDE EYE. she literally looks you out of the corner of your eye and you *knowww* you’re in trouble.

She does volleyball (she’s so gorgeous in the uniform) dive and softball with Max. She literally has amazing fashion sense, all dark and pretty with her skin tone and her MAKEUP? BARK BARK I’M SO GAY. (and she’s bi!) And she gets her braids done and humors me when I ask her a ton of questions about the process.

they remind me of : dark academia, annabeth chase, cabin 8, thought daughter, red lipstick, angelica schuyler

— 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲.

15 years old (mar. 21), she/her, 5’4

I know her the least since she and angie are really close, also Moxie a bit. She’s got energy, not as chaotic as moxie but she’s usually talking and smiling. She does volleyball and softball, she’s not as accident-prone as Angie but rarely a week goes by without her saying she hurt something at practice.

she reminds me of light pink glitter and kind of like warm sunlight through windows, not quite the burning heat of the sun but how it warms the wood if that makes sense. She definitely gives youngest sibling vibes, cuz… she is!!

Like I said… know her the least but she’s still important to the gang.

Volleyball and softball. She and angie are pretty close.

they remind me of : baby pink, crayola markers, pink eyeshadow, white mice, alice in wonderland, peonies

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Hey Moxi!!! I come here with the purpose of motivation and one singular request.

Motivation first: Reasons why you're super cool.

Art. Other than it being flat out awesome, it's impressive as well. This is coming from someone who cannot draw and considers their writing skills to be subpar, but I can recognize talent when I see it. Some of the most consistently posted as well, the SSMP and Legundo fandoms eat good whenever you are in the kitchen.

Writing. I've seen your fics, and you are PROVIDING for this fandom. I take inspiration from some of the things you have written to write my own TKITN fic, and rereading some of your stuff has helped to clear my writers block. If that doesn't show how good you are, I don't know what will.

Just how you interact with the community. You are consistent, friendly, answer asks like this one, and are overall a very nice and amazing person.

• The bravery that comes with actually posting stuff online, seeing as I do this as an Anon, you can probably tell how hard it is for me to attach a name (fake or otherwise) to anything I do online. I commend you for this.

*PROJECTS MOTIVATION AND INSPIRATION UPON THEE*

(Sorry that this is a bit long, you don't have to read my rambles. I just want to give some creative power to you and thought that this would do it!)

Now for the request, seeing as my main job is done. This is called a 'funny ask button' for a reason, after all. Seeing as you are my favorite Legundo artist, I request some TKITN. Can be canon, can be from one of the many AUs that I know you have. It'll be super cool either way.

I am. wailing very hard, you are way too kind to me. <3 thank you, thank you so much, I can not express how much this makes my day, it's incredible. also no need to apologize for the length! it's fine, and appreciated, trust me. I do need to write a proper tkitn fic maybe, cause the way I think about him is so. there's a lot to it, But! as for your tkitn request, I offer this.

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Hi!!!! Thank you again! I actually have another request if that's okay. I like just to see other people's takes on ideas that I already have. So here it goes, Lucifer x gn!imp!reader who works for Blitzø at I.M.P. I feel like Lucifer would be shocked to find out that they kill people for a living but would get used to it and eventually introduce them to Charlie. Thanks, and your writing is amazing!!!

Your to kind ><

Lucifer x imp! Gn reader who works for blitzø:

Requested: yes

Type: headcanons

~°•°~

🍎 ah yes, our favorite babygirl 🤭

🍎 he was surprised to see you honestly, he ever rarely sees non sinners in hell.

🍎 ngl at first you seemed pretty innocent and normal which attracted him at first glance...but then one day he followed you and boy was king of hell surprised

🍎 why the hell did you kill that man??? Much less a human? Once he figured it all out he just made this face

:0

And then this 0///0

🍎 mans got a thing for badasses 👀

🍎 he couldn't give a fuck that you were a imp and hellborn, hell he didn't care you were killing humans, he liked your personality and how awesome you looked with that gun

🍎 well one day he decided to visit you at work and HOLY SHIT

🍎 blitzø fucking blew it

🍎 none of them knew what the hell to say except Millie who was just Millie-

Cue moxie having a nervous breakdown bc Millie called Lucifer Luci instead of your majesty or something

🍎 the others have a whole lotta respect for you now, and they also have to help you alot more on missions bc they don't wanna be blown to smithereens if you got hurt

🍎 it's basically become a weekly occurrence if Luci visiting his favorite imp :3

🍎 one time he brought Charlie and wait....where did Charlie and Millie go?

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a guide to: hyacinthus shrapnel

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SLIDE 1: A GUIDE TO HYACINTHUS SHRAPNEL -- the meanest, prettiest, and most emotionally constipated man ever. by @vacantgodling, yours truly

SLIDE 2: BASIC INFORMATION pt. 1

FULL NAME: HYACINTHUS SHRAPNEL (nicknames: HYA (by amon), CINTHY (by aloe, lovingly, and tagetes, degradingly), CINTH (by narci))

AGE: 31

BIRTHDAY: he hates talking about his birthday, so you won’t get the exact date. just know that it falls during the galerian form of “christmas” which is the two weeks of may 12th — may 24th. its somewhere in there :)

GENDER: TROIBEMME (HE/HIM PRONOUNS ONLY)

the galerian equivalent to our nonbinary; an entirely separate gender denomination that blurs the line between masculine and feminine; encompassing everything inbetween, nothing at all, or outside of a binary frame altogether. its considered a ‘third gender’ by the galerian people, and has been observed in galerian history for centuries. old galerian even features multiple pronoun sets, but they have been lost in the modern age. nowadays, those who present as troibemme usually use “they” “he” or “she” but this does not negate their troibemme status. gender =/= pronouns etc.

SOCIAL STATUS: WIFE OF THE KEEPER OF CHATEAU AUX AISLES D’OR

husband and wife refer to the specific social hierarchy in galere. “wife” and “husband” respectively refer to the role of being a breadwinner and connection maker (husband) versus the manager of the house and finances (wife). wives do occasionally lead the way in organizing at home balls. child rearing (in upper society) is usually left to maids and nanny’s—not a responsibility of either parent. traditionalists believe wives should take on this task as children are part of the “home”, but in actual valerian society children are usually pawned off. all of the gunn clan, sans aloe (as he is part of the clergy) are wives.

SLIDE 3: THE GUNN FAMILY TREE

a family tree that showcases the main gunn family tree. lonicera gunn and clematis gunn are crossed out because they are deceased. they were wed first and had 3 children, tagetes gunn de beneaux (40, they/them), iberis winch (36, he/him) and narcissus spokes (33, she/her). while it is not indicated by the chart, clematis had a relationship with moxie shrapnel in lonicera's twilight years, giving birth to hyacinthus shrapnel (31, he/him) and his name is in bold lettering. then, clematis finally married belladonna anvil (who hyphenated her name to anvil-gunn) and had 2 children, lavendula caldern (28, she/her) and aloe anvil-gunn (24, he/him).

SLIDE 4: BASIC INFORMATION PT. 2

SOCIAL STATUS: aside from a wife, hya is also a BASTARD. this is not a well kept secret.

bastards, as per the definition, are illegitimate heirs. hyacinthus is the 4th child of the dodgy businessman, CLEMATIS GUNN, who had an affair with a prostitute, MOXIE SHRAPNEL (where hya gets his surname), during his first wife’s decline in health. 

bastards have no claim to family fortunes, so when clematis passed, hya would’ve been shit out of luck if he wasn’t essentially adopted by tagetes. hya has also never met his mother to his own knowledge as she fled the situation when clematis started getting more abusive.

in order to marry the keeper, tagetes had birth certificates forged. whether or not the keeper knows of this deceit is questionable; but the large dowry tagetes paid to facilitate the marriage has seemed to placate them enough not to question it.

MISC LIKES: coffee (misted ivory geisha is his favorite in universe blend—its imported from the northeast country i have yet to name), fashion (dresses, shoulder pads, and embroidery are his favorite things), gold & white (for jewelry, dress, and aesthetically), MONEY (he’s extremely materialistic), reading & literature (he’s very critical however—in a modern au he would probably be a pretty well renowned critic).

in general however, hya is easily annoyed.

SLIDE 5: what annoys hya, you may ask? FUCKING EVERYTHING. thank you for being polite because he's not :D

SLIDE 6: GENERAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5’11” (~180cm)

EYE COLOR: dark brown

HAIR COLOR: black, with hime bangs (square bangs in the front with short, square cut side bangs that frame the face and chin), and long hair that reaches to his mid back.

BUILD: broad, girthy👀, and imposing. when he finds time to work out is a mystery to most, but his physique shows he clearly does.

there are 2 photos of hyacinthus to display his looks; a broad shouldered, dark brown skinned man with fox-shaped and narrow eyes, multiple piercings (nose, ears, and lip), and two beauty marks under his left eye. he is wearing an intricate white and gold outfit in the picture on the right. in the one on the left he is wearing an intricate white and gold choker. there are 2 thought bubbles over each. one says "RBF STRONG AF". the other says "even though hya is so well manicured he hates showers bc #childhoodtrauma. he does take baths though!"

SLIDE 7: everything on hya glitters like gold -> here’s a map of hya’s piercings and notable features

the picture shows various arrows pointing to hyacinthus (who has his mouth open to reveal that his canine teeth on his upper row of teeth have been replaced by sharp, solid gold). they point to his beauty marks, canines, and various piercings.

SLIDE 8: IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIPS

as an aside, hya didn’t have friends growing up because he literally wasn’t allowed to leave the estate his father trapped him in until he was 19… and that was bc his dad died and tagetes ‘adopted’ him.

TAGETES ⟶ despite the fact that tagetes basically raised hya, the two of them hardly see eye to eye. tagetes views, treats, and exploits hya (as they do everyone) as a means to their end goals—though what those goals are is anyone’s guess. hya doesn’t trust tagetes as far as he could throw them. yet, at the same time, they have a strange sense of obligation and “care” (if it can be called that) towards one another. tagetes was definitely the main influence into why hya is Like That.

ALOE ⟶ since aloe turned 10 and learned that he had an older brother whom he hadn’t met yet, he began to try and write letters getting to know hya. despite being generally brash, crass, and a pain in the ass, hya really cherishes aloe’s letters and companionship, and they actually meet for the first time in person during the events of paramour. 

AMON ⟶ y’all knew it was coming. i feel like i don’t even have to explain this one they are obsessed with each other in the most toxic of ways lmao. amon infuriates hya down to a molecular level, yet he is also the only man—only person—hya has ever been attracted to. (and he will not EVER admit that)

SLIDE 9: HIS OPINIONS ON...

… Narcissus ⟶ she annoys him and he can’t understand why she’s so obsessed with trying to ‘fit in’ with other people. also he wished she wouldn’t try to talk his ear off every time she saw him.

… Iberis ⟶ he literally doesn’t have one. the two of them avoid each other like the plague.

… Lavendula ⟶ avoids her like the plague if he can help it, but she actually looks up to him in a way, especially based on the things aloe has told her about him. they aren’t close and don’t really speak until her book but that’s a whole other thing.

… Clematis ⟶ #daddyissues. hates the man’s guts and is glad he’s dead.

… Lonicera ⟶ she died before he was born, but even if she lived, he would’ve never met her regardless. no opinion.

… Moxie ⟶ he’s never met his mother to his knowledge, so he has no opinion of her. she loves him very much and there’s more to that story that we won’t hear about until empire (tagetes’s book)

… Belladonna ⟶ the loathing is mutual

… Erecia ⟶ he doesn’t gain an opinion of her until lavendula’s book, and even then it’s mostly just “that’s amon’s friend” territory

… Viola, Barbatus, & Rumex ⟶ he’s not good with kids so he tries not to interact if he can avoid it

… Helianthus ⟶ finds him EXTREMELY obnoxious

… Terian ⟶ no opinion, they’ve never met.

… Miss Shanin ⟶ she’s always in his way and he’s generally annoyed by and suspicious of her

… Vira, Tamhas, Asahel ⟶ no opinion at all. they’re just servants.

… The Keeper & The Bishop ⟶ finds them genuinely disturbing. distrusts them HEAVILY.

SLIDE 10: ASSOCIATIONS

alcoholic drink: white russian

food: steak bechamel

colors: white & gold

flower: yellow hyacinths

animal: leopard

zodiac: taurus

tarot: six of swords

song: lyin’ to myself — todrick hall

[0perfectimperfections0]

The Grass on the Other Side: Part 3

"I hate everything about this idea."

Lucky stayed quiet, silently agreeing with Lou on that regard as he looked up worriedly. Moxy was on Babo's shoulders, holding her arms out to balance them as they wobbled closer to the cliffside.

"Bah, you're just being a stick in the mud! C'mon, got any better ideas?" Moxy challenged.

The blond rolled his eyes. "Multiple. Let's see," he held out a finger for each idea as he listed them off, "Lefty, the weird flying thing-"

"His name's Peggy!"

She was promptly ignored. "A ladder, literally anything else..." Lou rolled his eyes back up to Moxy. "Need I go on?"

"Lefty and Peggy won't help us, okay? I know they won't. So no point in asking."

"Why not? You're all friends here, right?"

Moxy pursed her lips, looking up at the flower as she held onto Babo's shoulders. It was still a ways up there. "We are...But this is different. They don't believe the Big World exists." Lou opened his mouth to question her further on that, but she interrupted him. "Come on, you wanna get up there or not?"

Lou sighed, arms crossed as he looked up at Moxy. She was urging him to climb up onto her shoulders in some sort of balancing act, but Lou didn't know how well that would work out. He'd already fallen on the ground once today. He looked down at Lucky, who was standing beside him observantly. "Can't you fly?"

Lucky went a little sheepish at that, quirking a smile as he averted his gaze to the ground. "Ah...I'm...working on it..."

The Pretty Doll rolled his eyes and begrudgingly walked toward the Tower of Dolls. "This better work..." he mumbled under his breath. Babo interlaced his hands and boosted Lou up. Moxy grabbed his arms and pushed him the rest of the way, holding onto his feet as he precariously flailed in the air. Babo had to side-step a few paces to keep his balance as they swayed. Lucky grit his teeth together just watching it.

"Afraid of heights?" Moxy sneered up at him as he froze, trying to steady them, arms held out stiffly.

Lou grounded his teeth together, glaring down at her. "No, I'm just allergic to dying."

Moxy huffed, squinting one eye as Lou finally situated himself on her shoulders. She held tightly onto his ankles and Babo carefully walked closer to the pipe. "Is everyone a drama queen where you're from?"

Lou didn't dignify that question with an answer. He looked up at they teetered beneath the pipe...which was still a good ten feet above them. "I still can't reach it."

Moxy hummed. "We need more dolls."

The blond refrained from face-palming, lest they lose their balance. "Seriously? That's your plan? Why can't we just use a ladder? Don't you have any of those around here? Or build something?"

"We can't do that. We'll get in trouble." Moxy said, surprisingly serious in her tone and expression.

"Why would you get in trouble?"

"Because-"

"Lou?" Someone spoke up below them.

They all froze, Lucky included, and turned to see Ox staring at them with a wide eye. Lou, most of all, was struck speechless as he and Ox made eye contact. Babo finally lost his balance from whipping his head around so fast and the three of them came crashing down in a fit of yelps and screams.

Lou found himself on his back for the second time that day. And, again, a shadow blocked his vision. Except this time it was green. "Ox? What-"

"You must be Lou," Ox quickly interrupted him. "I saw you in the newspaper. Word travels fast around here." The bunny held out a hand to Lou once he sat up from the ground. "Name's Ox."

Lou blinked at the bunny, looking between his face and the outstretched hand. "I know who you are."

This caught Moxy's attention. She dusted herself off from her own fall. "You do? How?"

Ox interrupted before he could answer. "We've never met before. I'd remember you. You musta hit your head pretty hard landin' here."

What in the world was going on? Did Ox seriously not remember him? But he had said his name... "What are you talking about?" Lou swatted the outstretched hand away and stood up. "You know me, Ox. We met at-"

"Lucky, can you go back to your place and get your aid kit? Fella's hit his head pretty bad on that landin'. He's a little delusional." Lucky looked curiously between the two of them, but nodded and hurried off. Ox gave Lou a gentle pat on the arm, which was brushed off just as fast by Lou. "Don't worry, we'll get ya fixed up and better in no time."

Ox then turned his attention to Moxy and Babo. "And don't think I forgot what ya'll just tried to pull off. That little stunt coulda hurt someone, ya hear? Go on to the boat race, you two. No more messin' around the flower."

Babo took a step back to comply, but Moxy wasn't having it. "Ox, he said he's from a different place! He said the Big World is real!"

"Yeah? Well, it ain't. You thought the Big World was real, too. Still do, and you ain't got no proof. He don't either."

"But Ox-"

"Go on, Moxy, I ain't gonna repeat myself."

She still looked incredibly frustrated and determined, but closed her mouth and huffed before walking off. Babo sent a worried look between Lou and Ox before following her.

The second they were gone, Lou shot a glare down at the bunny. "What the heck? You leave for 7 years and suddenly pretend to not know me?"

Ox would have been touched that Lou knew exactly how long it had been, if not for the circumstances. He fixed Lou with a steady look. "You shouldn't be here."

Lou blinked at the cold tone. "That's all you have to say to me after all these years?"

"That's all you had to say to me before you led me toward the recycle?"

Lou's eyes hardened, hands clenching into fists. "I was trying to save you-"

"Good job," Ox bit back sarcastically.

"You've been alive all these years and never told me? Never came back through the pipes?" If Ox didn't know any better, he'd say that Lou actually sounded hurt. "I thought you were dead."

"I wasn't wanted in that Institute. Least I could do was stay outta your hair. 'Sides, didn't think you'd wanna see me, anyway."

Lou has a million things to say to this rabbit, but his eyes glance behind Ox to where Moxy and Babo had vanished off to. "Why does this whole town think the Big World isn't real? Why have you been lying to them?"

"I did what I had to." Ox kept his voice low, as if even admitting the truth out loud was too risky even with no one around. "If they thought there was somethin' better than this out there, they'd up in my situation; tossed out. I don't want them knowin' they're rejects."

"So you blocked the way to recycle, built a whole town right next door, and convinced all your little rejects that the Big World doesn't exist? Do you understand how crazy and ridiculous that sounds?"

Ox glared up at Lou, speaking through clenched teeth. "We ain't bothered y'all in seven years. Don't act like your little perfect agenda is ruined just 'cause you know about us."

Lou scoffed at that, eyes rolling. "It's going to be if you don't get a handle on some of your sock puppets. Moxy doesn't seem to believe your little story."

"Well, now that ya told her about the Big World what am I supposed to do?" Ox was growing increasingly frustrated now. Everything was going so smoothly to keep the dolls in the dark about life outside of Uglyville and then this blond comes stumbling back into the picture and ruining everything. Moxy would never let him hear the end of it now.

"Tell her the truth."

Ox scoffed this time, shaking his head. "That's funny."

"I wasn't joking." Lou crossed his arms, nodding in the general direction of the town. "Tell all of them the truth. Tell them they're rejects and that the Big World is real, but they'll never be able to go. I think Moxy would stop trying so hard if she knew she would be wasting her time."

"And how would that make me look, huh? If they suddenly find out, after all these years, that I'd been lyin' to them?"

"Maybe you should've thought about that before lying to them." Lou was dead serious about this and Ox could tell that he was in a rock and a hard place now. Lou had to leave.

"Go back to the Institute. I'll have Lefty hoist ya up there." Ox made to turn around to do that, but Lou gave an incredulous laugh.

"Oh, no, Bunny." Lou smirked, unfolding his arms and squinting at Ox in wry amusement. "If you won't tell them then I will. My Institute is on the line with this little fib of yours."

Ox bristled, whipping around fast to glare at Lou. "You ain't tellin' them anything. Now stay put. You're goin' back where you belong."

Lou straightened at the challenge, a dangerous look in his eyes that made Ox stiffen. The blond clenched his jaw and walked past Ox. "Try and stop me."

"Lou, don't you even think about it! I'm serious!" Ox started to hurry after Lou. Stupid long-legged Pretty Doll.

Lou didn't bother looking behind him. "Maybe I just want to see more of your town. Is that so wrong?" When Ox finally fell into step beside him, he gave the bunny an innocent look.

"That's a lie and we both know it," Ox grumbled.

Lou raised an eyebrow down at him, arms folding behind his back. "Maybe not. But I know what is a lie...and this whole town is gonna know about it. You said word travels fast, right?"

Ox's eye widened and he slowed to a stop as Lou kept walking. He swallowed nervously. If the town found out about his secret...would they turn on him? Would they get mad and revolt? He had to do something to stop Lou. Anything. Would bribery even work?

Ox's mind ran a mile a minute to try and figure out a solution.

"Wait."

Lou stopped, not turning to look at Ox just yet. He tilted his head slightly to the side, seeing the blurry image of the bunny from the corner of his eye. He raised a brow, waiting for Ox to continue.

Ox took in a shaky breath, mind spinning. "Let's make a deal."

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Krobus [platonic]

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Pomni [Platonic]

Ragatha [Platonic]

Zooble [Platonic]

Caine [Platonic]

Jax [Platonic]

Gangle [Platonic]

Kinger [Platonic]

Gummigoo [Platonic]

[Helluva Boss] I'll write for

Blitzø [Platonic or romantic]

Millie [Platonic]

Moxie [Platonic]

Loona [Platonic or romantic]

Stolas [Platonic or romantic]

Fizzarolli [Platonic]

Verosika Mayday [Platonic or romantic]

Octavia [Platonic]

Emberlynn pinkle [Platonic or romantic]

[Over the garden wall] I'll write for

Wirt [Platonic]

Greg [Platonic]

Beatrice [Platonic]

[Gravity falls] I'll write for

The pine twins [Mabel and Dipper] [Platonic]

Grunkle Stan [Platonic unless specifically requested otherwise]

Grunkle Ford [same deal as his brother]

Soos [Platonic or romantic]

Wendy [Platonic]

Bill cipher [????]

Pacifica [Platonic]

If you don't see a character you want me to write about on this list feel free to ask! I may have forgotten em' or I may make an exception to writing them! [This may not always be the case though! I retain the right to say no]

[Quick disclaimer if you request for Hazbin or helluva there's a 50/50 chance it'll become a songfic, also I don't usually keep track of whatever drama is happening with Vivziepop but usually when it pops up it's pretty concerning so, I don't condone her actions, separate the art from the artist]

Things I won't write:

Smut, Most content involving Angel dust will probably have some suggestive bits because it's Angel dust, but other then that, I refuse to write smut, I can and will pull out the holy water.

Anything taboo or dead dove do not eat,

No incest, grooming, noncon, pedophilia, or anything of the sort.

I WILL NOT WRITE ANY CHARACTER GETTING SEXUALLY ASSAULTED OR NEARLY GETTING ASSAULTED IN THAT WAY, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Anything involving Valentino in a positive lighting, WE DO NOT LIKE HIM IN THIS RADIO STATION.

Clint in a romantic lighting, I'll write him a redemption arc but not much else.

And that's about it, If I need too I'll add more!

Brief guidelines for requesting:

Please be respectful, be as feral as you want but please treat me like a human being.

Please keep the cannibalistic requests somewhat sane, I'm not writing you getting eaten, the regenerating reader one doesn't count because the reader can regenerate immediately and we're still trying to figure out if that one was a kink related thing or not. If it was, SHAME

Respect boundaries if I have stated I will not write something do not push on it, thank you! Speaking of boundaries please do read this!

On Wednesday's we attempt to post angst!

Artwork of your version of the reader or any of my fics is ALWAYS WELCOME I LOVE SEEING IT! Along with any fanart of my OCs I WILL PUT IT ON THE REFRIGERATOR

Also if anyone wonders what the little character I doodle sometimes when responding to asks it's my funky lil' sona/oc thing

Her mouth privileges gets revoked in doodles

Thank you for tunin' on in! We hope to see you again soon!

[emerald-head2000]

Happy Early Easter with Extra Art and Information

Hey everybody! I decided to make this post a little early because I was feeling particularly proud of the art I made recently. I originally intended on just posting some Easter art to celebrate the holiday, but after my last post, my Uglydolls hyper fixation reemerged with a vengeance. Before I knew it, I’m pumping out even more art than I needed. Okay, enough chat from me! Here we are!

Easter Nap Time (Ox and Prototype 14, AKA William)

Dancing Lessons with Lou and Prototype 4, AKA Amaltheo

Nap Time Part 2 (Lou, Ox, and Prototype 11, AKA Bernard)

Ugly Dog and Prototype 10, AKA Conan

Wage and Prototype 6, AKA Calico

Ox and Prototype 3, AKA Loa

Lucky Bat and Prototype 13, AKA Ibis

Babo and Prototype 11, AKA Bernard

Fun Fact: Bernard’s a natural speed walker. Don’t go on a walk with the guy. He’ll unknowingly leave you in the dust.

Moxy and Prototype 9, AKA Poppet

To any Moxy fans who might decide to read my fan fiction when it gets written, I should let you know that she will be interacting with Poppet for a good amount of time and they’re not gonna get along at the beginning. I know I shouldn’t give spoilers but this quote basically sums up their relationship: “if you don’t like a person, it is because they remind you of something you don’t like about yourself” (Sigmund Freud). Maybe you guys don’t exactly mind, but I felt like giving a heads up while I’m busy writing. Happy Easter, everyone!

[rinkara]

Hello everyone, over the past few days I once again indulged in one of my favorite creative pursuits (making very specific playlists) and the result is "swag ass lizard," almost 2 hours of what I consider to be shioncore music that I enjoy listening to.

the track list as well as my notes are under the cut. this is very much an "I made this for me" project, but I want to yap about it and I'm happy to share on the off chance anyone is interested, so I'm glad if you enjoy or have any thoughts (unless you want to tell me all the songs are old....... believe me I know) thanks for reading if you do!

Track list: (I can't guarantee I won't still mess with it, but if I do I'll try and remember to update this) (edit: I did in fact add a song but I remembered to update this!)

Temptation Waits - Garbage Eros and Apollo - Studio Killers Keep it Simple - Cobra Starship Monster - Lady Gaga IMNOTYOURBOYFRIENDBABY - 3OH!3 When I Come Around - Green Day Social Enemies - Orgy Bullet With Butterfly Wings - The Smashing Pumpkins I'm Down - Goldfinger My Own Summer (Shove It) - Deftones Pardon Me - Incubus One Step Closer - Linkin Park Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit Predator - Siamese Barrel of a Gun - Depeche Mode Spite and Malice - Placebo Pay For It - Mindless Self Indulgence Please Please Please (Young Hollywood) - Head Automatica 365 - Charli XCX The Hollow - A Perfect Circle Hold Me Down - Mr.Kitty Make Me Bad - Korn Closer - Nine Inch Nails Pale - The Birthday Massacre Cemetery - Silverchair Fingertips - Poe hard for me - nightlife You Feel it Too - Moxy the Band Tenebrous - Essenger Borderline - Tame Impala The Leaving Song - AFI

Notes: basically this happened because while just trying to listen to music like a normal person, I kept noting songs that struck a particular chord if you know what I mean and eventually my brain would not stop rotating this concept in my mind until I did it. many such cases when it comes to The Characters. most of it is stuff I listened to a lot since my youth which is why this playlist is musty as hell but anyway. I think it benefits from all the 90s rock and nu metal I was able to add.

I don't think it has a required listening order. unlike some others where I basically tried to lay out an entire story and timeline via the order of the playlist, this one is more just vibes and will not really suffer from throwing on shuffle. HOWEVER that does not mean I didn't organize it lol. the first song is essentially a thesis statement if you will, and from there it's sorted in such a way that if you listen to it in order, it's like descending ever deeper through the strata of his mind palace (insane phrase to write)

The Facade

2. Barely contained rage against society and general misanthropy

3. Vices (mainly sexual) to try and fill The Void

4. Deep loneliness and desire for love and genuine human connection that cannot be satisfied by 2 or 3

And finally it ends with The Leaving Song because in the end, (it doesn't even matter) he doesn't know if he can change or be worthy of any of those things. that's so sad for him :( ok but seriously though.............

So yeah thanks for coming to my playlist post lmao. hope you at least got some entertainment out of it! I'm SooOOOo normal

also if you wondered about the title, it's from this post

[timeclipsed]

4 socially maladjusted orphans go to a mall, what happens next will shock you

Word count: 5649 Google Docs mirror: here! Summary: Literally what the title says. Strive and Nikki try to be good older siblings to their asshole little brother Tails Chronos who's trying to be a good older sibling to his asshole little brother Kit. Crack taken seriously. Crude humor, Kit with abandonment issues, cheesy cringe. Wonky perspective, it jumps to the inner thoughts and feelings of each character at some point.

ft. @hiswrlds, @sorrowfulsidekick and @vandalizedheart. Merry Christmas.💙 Notes: Characters may be OOC, I don't have a completely accurate grapple on Strive, Nikki or Kit yet, but I tried to ask as many questions as I could to get a good study.

Sorry if it's not that good. I worked on it for about 3 weeks because I really wanted it to be decent. I hope this is something! Or maybe it's just nothingburger... but I had fun writing it.

There are some vague allusions to each character being traumatized and having emotional issues, so you don't have to read it if you aren't comfortable with that!

Swinging open callously enough to threaten spiderwebs onto its adjacent window, illuminating those in the nearby vicinity to wafting pomades and clacking gears from within, the shop’s front door reveals the third member of the afternoon’s impromptu party. Grumbling about something or other, straightening out the creases in his ratty pilot’s jacket. Inky circles that line clear sky eyes accentuate the proverbial “I really wish I weren’t here right now!” button that might as well be slapped onto the antecedent lapel as they turn to face their company.

“Hi,” insipid as ever, Chronos only gives the simplest of greetings.

Wholly unfazed by his lack of joie de vivre, however, Nikki hops to her feet from the curbside she and the accompanying Strive had been lazing on while in wait, speeding over to wrap an arm around his neck and pull him into a mirthful headlock, delivering a well-overdue ruffle of the hair since their last meet.

“Heyyyy, lil’ bro!” Oozing a moxie obverse from the other, a grin spread wide across her face, she holds nothing back in greeting him with the warmest arms possible. Cracking the tiniest of smiles, Chronos (surprisingly) allows the display, although it goes unreciprocated.

“Brought a friend,” she adds coyly as they separate, pointing over her shoulder with a thumb, “hope you don't mind?”

Quiet for the majority of the greetings, Strive makes his way up behind Nikki. “Hey, buddy.”

“Oh,” creasing brows seem to annotate a train of thought towards the last-minute addition, but only briefly, as he shrugs his shoulders. “He's around here all the time as it is, I'm more surprised he actually got invited instead of crashing things.”

Scoff. “Hey, c'mon! What's that supposed to mean?”

“Three days ago I woke up in the middle of the night to you in my kitchen eating our cereal directly from the box. With your hands.”

Mouth hanging open, creasing into a wide smile, Nikki roars with laughter of which only gets deeper as she notes the way Strive's ears twitch and his face tinges with the slightest hint of a rosy hue.

“Can we go?” Hastily speaking over his mirror's uncontrollable guffaws, he tries to change the topic as fast as it had been laid out.

“Just a minute,” waving a hand, aloof as ever whilst laughter dies down, Chronos goes to light up a cigarette, “we're waiting on one more person.”

Noting the way they ogle him at the statement, he folds a rising brow, taking a long drag. “What, you can invite someone without asking me but I can't do the same?”

“Touché.”

Mimicking its oscillation from minutes before, albeit much more mellow, the door opens again, and seeing the individual who emerges, Strive sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. Shorter in height than the initial triage by a notable amount, cerulean fur standing out against the achromatic surroundings, tiny hands grasp at the xanthos backpack strapped around his shoulders. Immediately rushing towards Chronos, a wobbly, pencil-thin smile on his lips.

“Ready to go…!” He utters, intonation barely above a whisper.

Allowing a smile, completely genuine, to take over his consistently phlegmatic expression as he tosses his cigarette, Chronos crouches down and ruffles his hair. Compassion he's decidedly rarely capable of. Turning to look at Nikki and Strive as he keeps a hand placed on the other’s head, he stands up.

“I’ve told you guys about Kit, right?”

Noticing the additive of bodies, especially their appearances, Kit clings to Chronos' leg tightly, half-hiding behind him with a deep scowl lining his face, practically burning through their skulls with the sheer amount of disdain alone.

Clearing his throat, glancing away to allow his eyes to be anywhere but on the broiling glower willing him to drop dead, Strive lets his shoulders shrug up a bit. “...We’ve met.”

“Dunno him,” coolly swaggering up to the little fennec, crouching with hands on her knees, Nikki looks him over with a red-lipped smile. “You got yourself a little sidekick of your own, huh? I guess that checks out.”

Closeness prompting Kit to retreat further behind Chronos, he clasps on tighter, fuscous fuchsias unrelenting. “Do they have to come?”

Realization hitting him like a ton of bricks, he makes the palm of his hand the home of his face, groaning into it. “Right… you have a thing with Sonics too.”

Turning to face the boy, knelt on a single leg to get to eye level, he clasps one of his in both of his own larger ones. “If this isn’t something you wanna do, I won’t force you, lil’ buddy. I’m gonna go on ahead, but you can hang out, and I’ll be back.”

Relinquishing the grip slowly, wide-eyed dread blooms over Kit’s expression as he watches. Watches Chronos start to stand, watches him prepare to turn away, to disappear with Strive and Nikki, to leave him behind.

Two-handedly clutching onto Chronos' wrist, he squeezes tight.

“No!”

Jolted by the usually meek voice raising into a desperate cry underlying the spiraling attachment festering within the boy, Chronos looks down at him with open-mouth consternation, brows knitting together. Casting a wayward glance back to Strive and Nikki, who stare back somewhat awkwardly and with concern, he clears his throat and gives something of a vague smile, attempting to lasso in the precarious situation.

“O-Okay,” nodding his head slowly, he offers a pitch with benefits to sell the idea, “how about we all go, and then you and I can go solo for a bit? We can grab lunch, and then— you can pick whatever store you wanna go into and I'll come with? Just the two of us?”

Contemplating, grasp still not loosening, Kit looks down at the ground. “...W-Where are we going?”

“Ever been to a mall before?”

“Mm-mm,” the smaller fox shakes his head, which Chronos takes as a cue to scoop him up, holding him to his chest as he starts to stride off.

“You'll love it, lil’ bro! The variety this one has is crazy— tons of different kinds of stores, I can't even name ‘em. And when you walk in there's this huge fountain—”

“A water fountain?”

“You know it! Thing shoots up like 10 feet in the air or somethin’, and it's got all these levels…”

Rounding the corner, with Chronos raving over the experience to entice Kit, Strive and Nikki follow side-by-side, abaft to the pair. Fists latent within denim pockets, she observes the two with smiling eyes, a certain warmth pooling in her chest that travels down to her tummy. Induced by a kind of wistfulness at the display of siblinghood, she fights back a few forming tears.

“He's different,” she notes in a hushed voice, “around the kid. Kit.”

Strive nods, “kinda like…”

“Us?”

“Mh.”

Hardships and painful traumatic memories aside, the last few months had allowed Chronos the necessary room to grow, to open his heart a little. Surly and unapproachable as he'd been initially, recently the faintest of sunlight had moved in, finding ample reason to spread its golden rays to make something good out of the seemingly eternal rainstorm that raged.

Hopefully, a rainbow could bloom one day, even if its array of iridescence was only tangentially visible.

Still, the mystique of the specific events that led him down such a dark and lonely path are mostly unknown. Perhaps he'd be ready to tell them a ways down the road.

Peregrinating the vestigial trek to the mall is done mostly in comfortable silence, aside from Chronos hyping up the trip to Kit. Glass doors, illustrious under the winter sun, automatically slide open to greet the group, the sounds of vivacious clientele and their footsteps from all around filling their ears. Piqued immediately by the display of spritzing aqua, Kit tugs on Chronos' hand, pointing towards it.

“Chronos! There’s the fountain!”

Chuckling, he uses his free hand to ruffle the top of Kit’s head. “Wanna go see it, lil’ buddy?”

Ardently nodding, looking up at his surrogate brother, Kit allows himself to be led towards the watery apparatus. Obviously, Strive and Nikki keep their distance, although the sight ameliorates the experience all the more regardless.

“We should go into the back of Spencer's,” abruptly, Nikki suggests, piping up as she turns to stare at Strive, whose brows crease in confusion.

“Why? What's in the back of Spencer's?”

Simpering silently instead of offering an explanation, it takes every ounce of self-control to keep her expression for the bit as his own face contorts into something uneasy and awkward.

“Miss me with that shit,” he murmurs, shaking his head. Wheezing, she slouches forward a bit, hanging her head.

“No, no! Listen,” she starts, hands in front of her, “listen. I can't tell you, but—”

“Why not?!”

“S-Stop—” Increasingly growing more tickled by his reaction, Nikki slaps a hand over her mouth, “I'm trying to say you just gotta experience it blind!”

“What are you guys bitching about over here?” Making his reapproach just then, Chronos joins the pair. Behind him with a slight, and previously unforeseen bounce in his step, Kit also frolicks up. Seemingly reasonably content, clasping onto his big brother's hand, he allows his eyes to roam the surrounding areas.

“The back wall of Spencer's.”

Chronos snorts.

“I don't get it!” Strive cries. “What's the joke?!”

“You've never been in a Spencer's before?” Smirking amusedly at Strive's belligerent confusion, Chronos rests a hand on Kit’s head. The sight is too funny, but he'd rather not explain it to his little brother.

“No?!”

“We gotta show him,” Nikki states, “he has to know the lore.”

“What lore?! Just tell me already!”

“Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy,” Chronos answers, somewhat ominously, as he turns tail to start off further into the mall. Toddling after like a duckling, Kit trails his heels.

“I would! Come on!” Dashing after, he joins the pair, with Nikki not too far behind.

Thankfully those pleas for knowledge to spread and be shared don't go unanswered for much longer, the antecedent location being the first stop on the trip. To the grand merriment of Nikki and Chronos, Strive makes a beeline for the back of the store before they so much as even step through the entrance.

“Oh my God,” carried by the general lack of other presences in the shop concurrently, his voice reaches their ears. Whilst Kit has lost himself in the chromatic display of lava lamps, mouth open in astonishment, the remaining pair scuttle into the back.

“There it is,” Nikki states, faux-galvanized by the sight as she wipes away a single, nonexistent tear, “it's beautiful.”

Chronos, the mature teenager he is, begins snapping photos. “The place of legends. Only told in stories.”

“A fucking dildo wall?” Strive puts his hands on either side of his head, seemingly initially distressed by this information.

“Take a pic of me with them!” Jumping into frame, Nikki strikes a pose. Obliging, Chronos takes another photo.

“What… how am I supposed to feel about this?”

“I mean, happy? You are the fruitbowl blue bastard. This is your home.”

Turning wide-eyed befuddlement onto Chronos after his comment, Strive proceeds to lock an arm around him, holding him down.

“ACK! MAD BECAUSE I'M TELLING THE TRUTH!” Flailing and punching, struggling, he tries fruitlessly (pun intended) to escape his older brother's grasp.

“Don't fight the gravitational pull of Spencer's. Just accept it, get your picture taken in front of the dildo wall.” Chiming in, arms slung around Strive's shoulders from behind, Nikki starts wrastling him back, effectively freeing Chronos from the brotherly hold.

“I mean,” glancing towards the lascivious wall, then back, he finally shrugs his shoulders.

“Yeah, aight. Lemme get in on that.”

Getting into a stance in front of the wall, he strikes a pose of his own, causing Chronos to wheeze as he takes the photo. Proceeding to have an entire photoshoot with the dildos, the three rotate between photographing and being photographed for at least 3 and a half minutes, ignoring the workers staring at them.

Until the softest call of, “Chronos…?” rouses them. Perking ears twitch and instantly Chronos is swept away, scanning the store to find the direction the utterance had come from. Right outside the store, Kit looks frantically every which way, tears beading those puce eyes as he looks for his brother.

“Kit,” coming up from behind, a hand stretches out to rest on his shoulder, “what are you doin’ out here, bud?”

Startled by the sudden touch, Kit whips around with wide eyes, immediately, he throws his arms around Chronos’ waist.

“Where did you go?!” He cries.

“Woah, woah, hey!” Returning the desperate embrace, he hugs Kit close. “I was just in the back of the store. I didn't go anywhere.”

“I-I didn't see you,” tears threaten to spill freely as he stammers softly, wavering the cadence of his voice, “I didn't hear you. I thought…”

“I would never,” cutting that train of thought in half before it finishes, he kneels down to get onto Kit’s level and hold him. “Not in a million years. I'm sorry I scared you, buddy. I won't do that again.”

Sniffling, looking at Chronos, he wipes his eyes. “Promise?”

“Promise,” lifting him into his arms, he sets Kit onto his shoulders, “now c'mere.”

Giggling as he's pulled up, arms wrap around his brother's torso and he clings. Reconvening once they've left the shop proper, Nikki holds a bag at her side, Strive with arms resting behind his head.

“Everything okay?” Nikki asks.

“Yeah. We're just taking a minute.”

Floppy ear drooping against Chronos’ head, Kit turns his eyes to glare at both of them. He'd be cute, sitting up there how he is, if it weren't for the way he stares at them as if to will them to drop dead.

“Tough crowd,” Nikki murmurs to Strive, who nods.

“Hey kiddo, how about we grab something to drink?” Chronos suggests, raising his eyes slightly as they all start walking again, “you ever had a slushie?”

“No… what's a slushie?”

Momentarily pondering the answer, he lets out a hum. “It's kinda like… flavored ice?”

“Sounds icky.”

“No, no! It's actually really good,” he assures, lifting a hand slightly amidst explanation, “basically, they make the ice real soft, like snow. Then they add sugar and flavor… like uh…”

“Cherry, Coke, blueberry… y'know, soda or fruit flavors,” Strive finishes, to which Chronos nods.

“Oh, if they have fruit flavors then it's the perfect drink for y—”

“Nikki.”

“Okay, but I had to!”

Snorting into a fit of wheezy chuckles, Chronos can't help but to snicker somewhat at the quip. To be fair, Strive should've seen it coming from a mile away. Poor guy.

“Um… okay, I guess I could try it.”

“Cool! Then we can grab some real food later.”

Seemingly satisfied by this, Kit nods, pressing his face into the back of Chronos’ head again, nuzzling into the soft fur. Aside from the shit-eating grin Nikki is giving and Strive staring back at her with endeared mild annoyance, things start to quiet down again, but only for a moment or so.

“Sorry,” Chronos pipes up suddenly, addressing his older siblings without looking behind him, “if this hasn't been super fun so far or anything. I'm not exactly the take the day off and have fun type.”

Quick to reassure Chronos’ rising anxieties, Nikki answers. “Hey, this has been plenty fun so far, little bro!”

“We haven't been here a long time anyway, and there's still the rest of the afternoon to do whatever.” Coming up beside him, Strive claps a comforting hand onto his shoulder.

“Mm,” turning his eyes to study the patterned marble floor beneath, it's clear there's still a level of thought plaguing his mind. The kid just can't seem to relax.

Clearing his throat, Strive tries to make idle conversation. Chronos may not have been his little brother, raised by his hand, but he can typically discern what Tails is thinking about.

“How's he adjusting?”

Ears perking a little at the start of the topic, shoulders shrug diffidently. “Dunno. He's been a little more open with me lately, which is good— but he's still so nervous. I just hope I'm making headway with him.”

Peering at the dozing fox, clung tightly to the older, he gives a soft chuckle.

“I'd say he trusts you, if the way he's huggin’ on tight is any indication.”

Those words bring something of a relieved glimmer to his eyes, but he doesn't comment.

“How old is he?” Strive questions, noting the youngest’s small demeanor.

“I… actually don't know,” Chronos admits, brows knitting. “I'm not even sure if he knows. I can tell you that he's young young, though. Can't be older than 10.”

“10,” he repeats, voice softening a little, “God, that's awful.”

“It's wishful thinking,” the other starts as they all make their way into the food court, “but I'm hoping it'll all just start to feel like a bad dream the older he gets.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Most you can do is just try to be there for him. Let him know he's safe with you. He'll come to you on his own eventually.”

Surprisingly, Chronos actually cracks a smile.

“Thank you,” he replies, albeit rather impassively. Strive decides to count it as a win anyway.

Making their way up to the counter, Strive leans against it, elbow resting comfortably.

“What'd you say you're having?”

“I didn't,” Chronos answers with that same smile, now growing slightly, “cola.”

Like a movie, or a stageplay, with the pair firing off their lines rehearsed to the ear, picking up their cues so naturally. The flow of which they cut up together seems meant to be— a look into another life, with a happier duo.

“Hey, Kit, you can share with me. Give this a try,” Chronos urges, holding the cold drink up to the drowsy fennec. Lifting his head, he eyes the large cup with some hesitation, but accepts it, dwarfing his two little hands.

Reluctantly, but nevertheless obediently, he takes a sip. Immediately, those ears, appearing permanently pinned down in a meek way of being, prick straight up, and a moonstruck kind of expression paints his face. Tail wagging vigorously, a slightly open mouth plunges back down onto the straw, swiftly consuming the contents of the cup. Amused and endeared, the others share a chuckle.

“Or… I guess you can have it.”

“I-It's good,” murmuring abashedly, Kit shrouds his flushed face behind the cup, “sorry…”

“I'm more of a coffee guy anyway,” Chronos assures, reaching up to ruffle Kit's head again.

“Hot or iced?” Nikki quizzes.

“We usually only have hot coffee at the workshop, but I always vibe with a good peppermint mocha.”

“Interesting. And have you kissed a man before?”

Strive chokes on his cherry slushie, forcing down laughter. Chronos takes this in stride, however, barely emoting as he snatches Nikki's wallet from her pocket, combing through the available coinage.

“Well, sure,” he answers. He then fails to elaborate. This only makes Strive laugh harder, the joyful sounds fading as Chronos makes his way towards the coffee stand.

Strive sighs, “what a great kid.”

Nikki just pouts. He can't tell if it's because her curveball fell flat or because Chronos stole her wallet. 

Coming hours prove just as comical and active. Between Nikki running up to every Victoria's Secret poster and throwing her hands over the womens’ thinly-garmented bosoms and getting scolded by Chronos (hypocrite he is, as everyone knew he'd be doing it too if Kit weren't present), to Strive having to drag everyone out of Hot Topic after 45 entire minutes of marveling and making excess purchases, to the ceaseless “top surgery at Claire's” jokes in the namesake store leading the group receiving a request to leave from making the other patrons uncomfortable. Now toting multiple bags and vociferating both tawdrily and jovially, they make their way through the long strip.

Pausing in their stride, Kit tugs on Chronos’ hand, who instantly turns his attention to the younger.

“What's up, lil’ bro?”

Staring into the window of the nearby shop, his trained stoic eyes fixate on one of the displayed attractions in particular; a larger, plastic water gun, coated in gaudy hues of lime and aqua and orange. The thing couldn't measure much taller than the boy himself standing up, he'd probably have to carry it two-handed everywhere— a mental image that makes Chronos’ ears flick and his heart leap. So cute…!

Despite his discernable desire for the toy, Kit makes no attempt to speak up to request it, merely pressing gloved palms against the glass longingly instead. Chronos feels his heart melt into a puddle, and quickly calls out to the others.

“Hey, I'm stopping in here real quick,” he announces, causing them to turn and gander at the sign.

“A toy store?” The query is more curious than judgmental, but regardless, he huffs and turns his nose up, revolving on heels with tails flicking as he makes his way into the store. Defensive in the telltale I’m about to do something nice, so don’t perceive me kind of way that he does sometimes. Toddling after like a baby duckling on its mama’s heels, Kit is of course, right behind.

Dramatically clutching his chest, Strive swoons in feigned distress. “So heartless!”

“A black hole where his heart is, exactly like he says!” Nikki cries, falling over the top of him, sending the two hedgehogs tumbling to the floor in a crumpled pile of azure spines. People stare at them before just stepping over and around.

“Get up,” insisting through a voice stifled by the floor, Strive blindly manhandles Nikki, limbs flailing to grasp her.

“Nah.”

“Get up!” Raising his head, he repeats himself. Firmer, but still playful.

Challenging his patience, she instead lounges on top of him, resting on her side with head propped up onto a hand, supported by the elbow driving into Strive’s calf. Brilliantly, the latter just begins crawling into store Chronos and Kit had gone into, instead of attempting to buck Nikki off himself. 

“Carry me into battle!” She hollers, pumping a fist out.

Sneakers, hued a color similar to the two of them, obstruct their pathway a quarter of their jostle into the store. Akimbo, eyebrows woven together to complete a look of irritation, Chronos stands with two different freshly-purchased water guns under either arm. Noticing his stance, next to him, Kit quickly mimics his older brother, curled fists on his hips and a disapproving expression painting his face.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Looking for you,” Strive answers casually.

“Oh my God,” grumbling indignantly, he grabs Strive by the ankle, and starts dragging both him and Nikki along, ignoring the stares of those around them yet again in embarrassment as they leave the store. Seizing the opportunity, Kit snatches both the toy guns, clutching them to his chest in a hug.

“PLEASE,” practically shrieking in exasperation, helplessly flailing his limbs, Strive cries out, “THIS IS CRUELTY!”

Pausing, contemplating, Chronos slowly turns his head to look back at them both.

“Is this what they meant when they said Down With Cis bus?”

Nikki shrieks.

Continuing to pull them along whilst they’re both losing it in two different forms of the term, Chronos looks Kit’s way, smiling a little at how he bounds along after, the littlest bounces in every step. Noting the attention on him, Kit quickly becomes shy, half-hiding behind the boxed toys.

“Um… t-thanks,” he murmurs, “f-for the… water guns.”

Ineffably endeared by the sight, he has to resist the urge to coo and scoop the boy up, spinning him around. Instead, he opts to just chuckle. “Anything for you, squirt. What’cha hungry for, huh?”

“Ah, um…” Lowering his head, cogs turning in his brain as he attempts to discern an answer for himself, Kit falls quiet. Eyebrows clashing, eyes squinting, the thoughts all start to jumble together, and the expectation of being made to choose something on his own isn’t synonymous, and—

Resting on his shoulder, Chronos’ free hand pulls him close to his side, snapping him out of his intrepid trance. Instantly, he’d noticed the signs of panic and offered comfort; a series of motions he’d become quite eloquent in since the evening Kit found a place by his side. 

“Or we can just let our appetite decide when we get back there?”

“O-Oh!” Nodding quickly, giving his prognostic agreement, he nuzzles against Chronos’ jacket.

Undeniably, he feels guilt deep down; being so consistently troublesome must be adding a whole new layer of stress for his older brother to deal with on top of everything else. Despite all of his issues though, his tantrums and screaming nightmares at all odd hours, his attachment issues and aversions, nobody had ever looked at him as patiently as Chronos had. Doting that he's still wholly unused to, but a type of loving kindness he's glad to have.

He just hopes that she isn't looking down on him for it.

“Excuse me,” piping up, a gruff voice from ahead catches their attention. Uniformed, trying far too hard to maintain the felicitous stance, one of the security guards stands in their way.

“We've received multiple complaints about the four of you disturbing the peace and acting as general nuisances during the last few hours. I'm going to have to ask you all to lea—”

Abruptly and without either thought or warning, in a single swift motion, Nikki chucks the remainder of her drink at the guard. She freezes.

Kit freezes. Strive freezes. Chronos freezes. The security guard freezes.

He moves first, baffled and soaked with cherry slushie, making to grab for his walkie-talkie off his belt. Instincts kicking in, Strive leaps to his feet, hoisting Nikki (who lets out a shriek of surprise) over his shoulder, chucking his own drink at the wall.

“SCATTER!”

Snatching Kit and Chronos, both held under the opposite arm, he races out, bursting through the front doors and maneuvering through the capacious parking lot. Sunshine gleams off stainless vehicles of reds, blacks, blues and whites, nearly blinding emerald eyes as they scour the metallic maze, following his fuzzied line of sight to the gateway exit.

Screeching to swift halt close to the streamside, he loses control of his compadre cluster as Chronos wiggles his way out and drops face-first to the ground. Nikki and Kit also go tumbling, the first cluttering painfully onto her little brother’s back and the latter landing in her lap with a gentle fwump!. Clambering up briskly, he tries to shove Nikki off.

“Get off— you’re hurting him!”

“Shit!” Toppling over, nearly tripping on her own feet, Nikki jumps up. “Sorry, sorry! You okay, bud?!”

“L-Let me help you! Don’t move…” Rushing to Chronos’ side, gingerly clasping one hand with both of his, Kit tries to lift him up. Face popping out of the ground, having left a distinct vulpine indent, he lets out a groan, allowing himself to be pulled up into a seated position. Crowding around, the three look down on him curiously.

“You alright?” Nikki asks again.

Soothing a newfound stinging headache with the pads of his fingers, Chronos gives a deep, vexed sigh.

“I’ll tell ya somethin’,” he starts, wobbling to his feet with Kit and Strive’s assistance, “I’m gettin’ pretty sick and tired of all the dumb things that go on around here…”

She smiles sheepishly. “Did you at least have fun before we got kicked out?”

Ludicrous! After the spectacle their collective presence alone had made? Imprinting permanently on the minds of others as that gaggle of stupid kids with no social awareness? Asking something like that in spite of how they had looked the whole time? Ludicrous! Absurd, so absurd that—

—That it’s funny.

Running fingers through bangs stained blue at their tips, the softest smirking chuckles turn into clamoring laughter. Ethereal, jubilant, a sound he’s not made in the presence of anyone, or even to himself, for a long, long time.

Within moments, he’s stricken with a pain deep in the gut, coiling arms over his stomach, tears from the physical exhilaration plaguing his squeezed eyes. Balance lost, he wobbles, swaying back to the ground.

Given pause, the triage stares in stunned silence.

“A-Are you okay?!” Kit asks, instinctively.

“Are you having a panic attack?!” Nikki cries.

Kneeling next to him, Strive tentatively holds his hands out, grimacing. “Hey, buddy…”

“You two are so dumb!” Chronos exclaims suddenly, voice loud but lighthearted, grinning wide at Strive next to him, “what’d you think— w-what’d you think would happen when you started crawling around on the floor?!”

Wheezing hysterically, forehead leaning against Strive’s chest, he fully collapses under the weight of his own cachinnation. Momentarily surprised, the other’s expression softens, allowing himself to be leaned into.

“And the slushies!” Thumbing tears from his eyes, he throws his arms up. “Why would you throw it at him?!” 

Snorting, posture loosening, Nikki quickly counters. “Hey, I panicked!”

“So your first instinct was to throw something at him?!”

Now Nikki is laughing too, shoulders shaking in quick succession with the rhythm of her sounds, which prompts Strive to start chuckling too, rubbing a finger under his nose. Everyone with the exception of Kit has erupted into a fit at that point. Aggregating the discarded shopping bags from all around, he makes over to sit next to Chronos on his knees, who turns a lambet smile onto him.

“I’ve never heard you laugh before,” Kit states quietly. The others nod.

“It’s nice,” Strive notes, winking at him. Nikki just gives a thumbs up.

At that, Chronos pauses. Momentarily after that revelation being spoken into the air. Mimicking a gesture he’d caught from earlier, he rubs a finger under his nose, turning his gaze away to look out at the ruralish structures just across the stream.

“I can’t remember the last time I did.”

“Ah,” posture tensing, Nikki slowly nods, “same.”

“Yeah.”

Wrapping back around, just like that, a solemnly somber atmosphere plagues the present. Laughter dies down into giggles and hums, smiles wane into half-bright looks of sympathy, and a dawning remembrance of all that’s wrong in the world washes over everyone. They sit, silent, for the longest time, not much for speaking or otherwise offering anything further. Comfortable, but harrowing all the same.

Sensing the shift, a pang of urgency in his chest druthers Chronos to act. Repressed for a long time, a sort of social awareness that he hadn’t cared to preserve in all his days and nights of loneliness. Something that now felt tangible; precious, that would perhaps tick away like identical grains of ivory sand falling within an hourglass, becoming latent in the myriad of similarly dreary days.

Looping his arm around Kit’s shoulders, he pulls the fennec closer, nuzzling their cheeks together.

“I just realized, I never treated you to that lunch I promised,” he starts, resting the side of his face atop Kit’s head, “I guess we got into a little too much trouble this time around, huh?”

Kit doesn’t speak. Chronos swallows.

“Just like we always do.”

That triggers a small, wobbly smile— thin, almost drawn-on by sharp pencil.

“I-I guess so.”

Beaming, he jumps to his feet, holding the younger under his arms, high up in the air. “Tell you what! How about… we get all this crap back to the workshop, we kick Dr. FatFuck out for the night, and then big bro can make dinner for us? I’ve been told I’m pretty proficient in the kitchen!”

Looking into his eyes for a moment, that rattletrap smile grows, and between clenched teeth, Kit starts to chuckle. From behind, the others giggling along makes him jerk around.

“Wha–” head rapidly turning back and forth, he scoffs, “what’s so funny?! I can totally cook! It’s easy!”

That does it— this time it’s the others’ turn to burst into untamed, boisterous laughter all around him. Quiet, initially, an instinctive tongue-lashing at the ready to fall from suffused lips at the audacity, a particularly effervescent bubbling in his stomach hushes that urge. Memories of being surrounded by people he trusts most, cutting up and slinging playful insults at one another, flood in through his being, and he finds something familiar in being alive in that present moment.

The feeling of home.

Cupping his forehead with a hand, smiling and shaking his head fondly, Chronos puts a grin on his face, pointing back at himself with a thumb as he tucks Kit under an arm, playing into the apparent humor of the situation (which he’ll promptly rip into them about the next time it’s appropriate).

“I think we brought fresh salmon home from the market this weekend, could be good in the spaghetti I’m making tonight.”

“Wah?!” Squirming, wide-eyed, Kit’s hands rest on Chronos’ wrist, “fish in spaghetti?! That’s awful! Please don’t! Chronos!”

Strive and Nikki laugh harder, until the point Chronos slings his free arm out, toting each individual purchase from the mall in their respective bags.

“And I’ve got all my sick new threads ‘n’ shit to do it with!”

Gasping, Nikki teeters to her feet. “I JUST BOUGHT THAT EVANESCENCE T-SHIRT!”

Strive does the same. “Not my Snoop on a Stoop!”

“Your what—”

Turning tail, Chronos takes off down the road, Kit hollering under one arm and the bags ruffling audibly on the other.

“Bye!”

“Come back here!” Crying out, hands outstretched, Nikki gives chase, with Strive not too far behind.

“Chronos! Think about what you’re doing, buddy!”

Clouds having cleared up sometime during the afternoon, the evening gradient of twilight blankets the cold, vast sky, twinkling in vivid pinks, yellows and oranges. For just a moment, even amidst all the squawking and commotion, something about sempiternal reality feels welcoming again. Maybe it could always be like this.

Maybe, Chronos thinks to himself, chuckling tenderly, as long as you just stay close to me.