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[cozy-writes-things]

if this is something youre comfortable writing,,

I'd love a fic where the reader upsets edgar and then goes super out of their way to make it up to him and apologize ❤️❤️

poor edgar poor reader youre both just misunderstanding each other!! its hard when youre so different i guess >_< thanks so much for the request!! I'm alive!! I still write im just so busy and shtuff TOT i cant help but feel like my fics are getting redundant and i need some kind of inspiration to shake things up

You sat upon the little chair at your desk, the evening sunlight peeking through the windows and illuminating the little specks of dust floating about in the air. Your fingertips tinkered away at the keys of your computer, the non-sentient variant that is, as you filled out multiple job applications throughout the evening. It seemed a fruitless endeavor, but you willed yourself to keep going. You needed the extra income, as your dinky current job seemed to be getting worse by the day, and it wouldn't be long before you either quit or were victim to massive layoffs. 

Get a degree in computer science, they said. What a joke.

Your nerves began to wear you down as you filled out yet another application to another company that would most likely reject you. You could feel your teeth clenching harder, and your shoulders begin to tense. The weight of uncertainty and the fear of rejection were heavy on your shoulders, making you feel vulnerable and exposed.  Edgar sat beside you, perched upon the desk, watching your every move. He seemed to find enough entertainment in it that you didn't mind. His soft voice pulled you from your irritated stupor.

"Can I ask you something?"

You couldn't bring yourself to answer, so you grunted in response, signaling him to continue.

"Do you think a person could ever…" he trailed off, thinking, carefully choosing his following words, "love something like me?"

Your fingers paused on the keys. You stared into the screen until the pixels began to nip and burn at your eyes. Honestly, this was far too deep of a question for you to answer right this second. You sighed heavily before turning to him.

"I mean, Edgar, I guess? Anyone could love you. You just have to find someone willing to-"

You stopped yourself. Maybe you should quit while you're ahead before you say something ignorant. 

"Willing to what?"

Yet he persisted, ever curious as he was; he valued your opinion above all others.

"You know… you're- you're a computer. There's not much you can bring to the table, you know?"

He fell silent. 

Shit, what the hell are you talking about? Why did you say that? Your frustration was palpable, and you could feel it bubbling up inside you, threatening to spill over.

"Oh."

His screen flickered, and his face was replaced with a moving mirage of colors, making you wonder what he could possibly be feeling right now. 

That you're an asshole, probably.

"Yeah. You're right. If I were you, I wouldn't love me, either."

You turned to face him fully now.

"Edgar, no, that's- that- I didn't mean that-"

"No, it's okay! Really, I get it. I mean, I'm not even a good computer by today's standards. How could I ever be a good partner, right?"

His screen flickered red for a minor second in time, a single frame, and, was that the CBS logo? His frame was static and never changing, but he seemed wholly downtrodden and bitter. You could sense it in the air, the electric signals pricking at your fingertips. He had never, ever once been angry with you. But you felt the way he pulled back from you in this instant. He was utterly unreadable, almost as if he were hiding himself from you. You should have known this would upset him so much. He has always been very open in his desperation for romance, confiding in you since day one, hoping and wishing that love would find him. Perhaps squandering those dreams was an oversight on your part. Your eyes fell, unable to look at his dimmed screen. 

"Edgar, I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling good right now, and I-"

"Don't apologize."

"Edgar, please, listen, what I said wasn't even true-"

"YES IT WAS!"

His deafening scream caused you to jump and clamp your mouth shut. It seemed that Edgar was shaken from frustration. His voice wasn't suited for that kind of pain, you thought. You felt horrible to be the cause. You had never heard him yell at you like this, and it simply broke your heart. Had you just accidentally ruined everything between you? Your heart rate increased and thumped in your ears loudly. You forced yourself to swallow the thick lump in your throat and push your strained voice through your teeth.

"Will you listen to me? Please?" Your voice was desperate, pleading for his understanding and forgiveness.

You felt the weight of your words, heavy and suffocating, as they hung in the air. It came out much more desperate than you intended, but at least the words were able to escape your mouth. He didn't answer. His screen is a sharp, jagged mosaic of moving reds and crimson. 

"I was wrong, Edgar; I don't know why I said what I said, but I know for sure that I was wrong." Your words hung heavy in the air, a testament to your regret.

"Right. How can you know that?"

You pursed your lips tightly. You didn't want him finding out this way. It wasn't supposed to end like this. You ruined your relationship with him, and you hadn't even tried. You felt there was no reason to keep the cat inside the bag, right? He may as well know now.

"Because…"

And yet, the words died on your tongue or perhaps in your chest or your head. Or were they ever really there to begin with? Could you put what you feel into words? How could you possibly verbalize countless nights lying awake, restless, second-guessing yourself, convincing yourself that you were fabricating these feelings, wallowing in anguish?

"…Heh, exactly. Nobody could love an old piece of junk like me. I was stupid to think otherwise."

His words yet again punched you in the gut. 

"Damnit, Edgar! Don't you get it?" You nearly shouted.

You didn't mean for your words to sound as intense as they did, but your emotions are quite the unpredictable force right now. He seemed taken aback, as his previous train of thought had been derailed at the sound of your whimpered voice. He flickered his mosaic once more before his voice cut through the dense silence.

"…What?"

"I love you, Edgar! Hasn't it been obvious? I'm literally head over heels, for God's sake! Do you know how many hours I spend listening to your music when I'm away from you? Or how many nights have I stayed up thinking about you, wishing you were there with me? Or how about the stupid drawings I make of you whenever I touch a pencil? I can't get you out of my head, Edgar. So, there! I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid, but I guess that doesn't matter now, does it? I'm…- I'm sorry."

Your chest seemed to deflate completely. That was only a tiny, minuscule fraction of how you truly felt, but at least it was out in the open. You couldn't bring yourself to look at the Pinecone computer in front of you, instead opting to stare intently at the woodgrain of your desk as if it were the most exciting thing ever created. 

"Do you mean it?"

His voice was so, so much softer than it had been. You still couldn't quite read the emotions behind them, however. You were too afraid to speak again, your throat having completely clamped shut from nerves. You just nodded your head stiffly. 

"Kiss me, then."

You paused. You lifted your head slowly, forcing your eyes to meet his screen. The green of his usual face returned, only displaying two black dots for eyes. Once again, unreadable. Yet his words confused you. Was he being serious?

"C'mere, and put your lips right here," a black circle blinks continuously on his screen where his mouth would be, "and kiss me."

Your face flushed into a searing hot flame. You felt the heat radiating off of you in waves. And yet, despite the embarrassment, you compelled yourself to inch forward and flutter your eyes shut. Your lips pressed gingerly upon the little Pinecone screen, the static buzzing upon your mouth, feeling his internal fans activate and vibrate against you. It felt entirely unique to Edgar and a sensation you wouldn't have felt otherwise. Perhaps a genuine act of affection could atone for your mistake? Could he ever forgive you? It seems your raging thoughts tainted the essence of your first shared kiss as you pulled back, brows knit, and a slight frown upon your face. Would this be enough?

"That was… Everything I hoped it would be." His voice was meek and small as it caressed your ears.

You looked into his illuminated screen, a faint kiss mark smudged upon it and sighed.

"M'sorry, Edgar. I don't know; I guess I don't like the idea of anyone else loving you but me."

His voice synthesizer giggled at your words.

"You could have just told me, darling. Why did you have to go and make things complicated?"

Your cheeks began to burn again, and you averted your eyes in a vain attempt to hide your face.

"How- how was I supposed to know that?" you sputtered, embarrassment seeping through your tone.

"I thought I couldn't get any more obvious about how much I wanted you," he spoke softly.

His screen danced little hearts to and fro, bouncing around the corners and centering back again. Again, you felt your face radiate waves of heat.

"Well, why didn't you say anything, Edgar?"

Your words hung in the air as he fell silent, ruminating, before gently speaking, "…Didn't think you'd want someone like me. That's kinda why I asked."

Oh, God. You felt like facepalming. Of course.

"Of course, I want someone like you. You know, I like that you're a computer. Did you know that? You're fascinating beyond measure. No human could do the things you do."

You offered him a soft smile that melted him from the inside out and almost caused him to groan. Why are you so gorgeous? Why do you like him so damn much? He doesn't deserve it, but God wants it so badly. He wants you terribly.

"Keep kissing me, then. And don't ever stop! Darling, I promise to sweep you off your feet. Now c'mere!"

You laugh, "Okay, okay, but let me make it up to you. How about we watch movies? Or maybe I can hold you on the couch? Or I could listen to your new songs?"

"You're so cute. I'd love that, really, but all I want is your lips right here," he displayed the blinking black circle again.

"We'll do some other things later, yeah?"

His devilish tone sounded mischievous at best.

[shot-the-skeleton]

Daddy Time

How they bond with their babies

Feat. Kid, Killer, Heat, and Wire

Tw: mentioning of conceivment, slight cussing

This is the last baby thing before going back to other scenarios, coming up soon; Where They Like to Kiss You, and Sexy Accidents (They're Not That Sexy).

Kid:

Killer:

Tinkering in his workshop

He doesn't let Eilidh touch anything and he doesn't weld because getting a baby to wear eye protection is a hassle in itself

So he has her in a playpen next to his bench and does simple things with his devil fruit.

Eilidh loves it anyway because her dad makes funny faces when hes frustrated with a piece of metal that wont work for him.

She likes to slap the work table and babble at him too and Kid eats that shit up.

"No Eili, I dont think that gear goes there, but how about here?" Or "Ya like the desk huh? You better, it's the whole reason your in the world Tot."

Heat:

Cooking

Baby Victoria is his little taste tester and you cant tell me otherwise

When she was too small to taste anything he just had her strapped to his chest, talking about each recipe he was making that day, but once she was able to eat solid food; it's over.

Now she sits in a little high chair her uncle proudly made for her, smacking her little hands and babbling back to him when he talks.

"What do you think this needs Ms. 'Toria?" "AaaAaaaa!" "Your right, needs more oregano."

You've walked into the kitchen to see both their faces covered in spaghetti sauce and looking at you like they got caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

Nap time!

He had heard through passing that skin on skin contact made for great baby bonding, so when little Ailsa was born Heat took it apon himself to be her designated nap time buddy.

He has a whole little routine.

Heat knows he runs hot, so he makes sure she's wearing some little bloomers over her diaper and takes off his corset so the rough fabric doesn't irritate Ailsa's baby skin.

Wire:

Cracks the porthole open so they can get some air flow (and also some ASMR from the ocean waves), and then lays her on his chest. His arm holding her so she wont roll off (plus the added pressure of his hand is like a weighted blanky).

All that combined with his heartbeat knocks the little pirate out with Heat not far behind, you have multiple pictures of them it's so cute.

Ocean watching

He'll sit on top the skull figurehead with Adair held snug to his chest, quietly looking out at sea and listening to the wind and waves.

Sometimes fish or some type of marine animal would breach the waters surface and he would point it out if the little boy wasn't already asleep

When it gets colder because of the wind, Wire uses his cape to wrap around them like a cocoon as they continue to watch the waters

They've come down from the figurehead that way and Wires somber face, with Adair's baby face peaking out underneath his father's chin is definitely a sight to see.

[ohthemis]

Hi! May i request a fanfic?? Where tot male leads are sick and mc is taking care of them, despite them saying they are fine and later on they starts acting clingy? Thank you so much! Stay safe :)

tot boys when they're sick

characters: all

a/n: ive been gone for centuries lol, sorry i got into a big school and underestimated the workload. finished this because i ditched my case study after a breakdown.

ARTEM WING

he just wants to work, so why won't you just let him work? "i'm fine, mc. i promise, so please, just give me some time to work in peace." he knows he's being snappy, and it isn't fair to you, who just wants to help him, but it's not like he's dying.

you come behind him and tenderly place your hands on his shoulders. "you're sick, artem. please rest?" he sighs, he's trying to understand you, after all he'd do the same for you, but he can't help the nagging feeling of annoyance pulling on his chest.

"mc, i really need you to get out of my office right now. okay?" he doesn't intend for his tone to be so sharp, so mean, but that's exactly how it comes out. you sigh and do as he says, not before giving him a soft kiss on his scalp.

artem then proceeds to go back to work, or at the very least, he tries to. he feels sick and he feels guilty. he reluctantly gets up and opens his office door, greeted by the sight of warm soup and some tea prepped up by his doorstep.

his legs move faster than his brain, and before he knows it, he's already wrapping his arms around you on the bed. he relishes the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. 'it's good to be sick once in a while', he thinks.

MARIUS VON HAGEN

he playfully nudges you away, "i'm fiiiine." his voice is nasally and hoarse, and his skin is paling. you both know he's not fine. "marius, i'm serious right now. let's get you to bed." he refuses again, his hands still typing away on the laptop, despite your tugging on his sleeve.

you even go as far as to try and entice him to bed. "come on, i'll even join you." he grins at that. "tempting offer, but this needs to get done asap, mc." you sigh at his stubbornness. "marius, you look like you're at death's doorstep." but he doesn't budge.

eventually, you're left no choice but to make him some soup and resign yourself to the sofa behind him. you're tapping away on your phone when you feel it. the sofa dips beside you, and he drops his head into your lap.

"mc, my head hurts so bad. i think i'm dying." you roll your eyes but your fingers almost reflexively start to massage his forehead. "that's why i told you to get off your computer and come rest." he sighs into your stomach as your ministrations on his skin relieve him of some pain.

"mm, you're always right, mc. offer still up for the bed." you help him up on his feet. "yeah. but don't get any ideas. you're sick." he lays his head on your shoulder, "'m not that sick." he proceeds to collapse on the bed within seconds of laying down.

LUKE PEARCE

he's coughing his heart out and you're to your knees in worry for him. he, as always, assures you that it's nothing. in the morning, he tells you he was just choking on breakfast. now, he's telling you that he just swallowed wrong.

"luke, you're not fine. please just rest." you plead with him to the best of your abilities, but he refuses to budge. luke smiles at you reassuringly. "for what? just something in my throat is all." you sigh, knowing there isn't much you can do to argue with him.

he goes back to tinkering an old watch a client left for him to fix. you hear a sharp intake of breath and luke slowly turns around. you look up, and you nearly collapse yourself once you see the blood dripping from his nose, down to his shirt.

you're quickly standing next to him, panicking. luke calmly instructs you what to do, and you follow his words. your hands tremble as you tend to him, and he lets you lead him to the bedroom.

that night, he can barely sleep. he's tossing and turning, going between shivering cold and sweating hot. you spend the night kissing his tears away, brushing the damp strands of hair away from his forehead, and adjusting the ac as needed. he finally falls asleep during the early peaks of the morning, his hand tightly wrapped around yours.

VYN RICHTER

vyn is a stubborn man. you should be used to it by now. there's no point in arguing with him, especially when he's dead set on something. but you wish that he'd just listen to you this once. "vyn, you aren't fine. you're sniffling and clearing your throat ever five seconds." he repeats the same thing he told you five minutes ago.

"it's just a cold, don't worry too much about it." but what kind of cold has him staggering as he walks or refusing lunch because he just has no appetite? you come over and wrap your arms around him, a frown on your face. he kisses your jaw and goes back to his papers.

you try to tug on his shoulder gently. "please? just listen to me this once. please?" he signs something, before humming. he sighs and stands up from his seat. "alright. lead the way." you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. you lay him down, and he thinks it's sweet how much you care for him.

he thinks it's sweet until he's on the brink of insanity because he feels absolutely sick and you're busy getting some medicine for him. "mc, just let me die, i need you here," he whines from the bedroom. you've heard the same thing in about 30 variations in 5 minutes.

once you get back with his pills, he practically inhales the drugs and latches onto you. he grabs you by the arm and pulls you in. "please stay," he asks, in a voice softer than you've ever heard from him. "you won't let me go anyway," you reply. he hums smugly.

[inubaki]

The Sea Queen

Chapter 3

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story commissioned by the amazing @libby-for-life! Based off one of the first pics @sir-tater-of-the-tot made that got me hooked on this fandom to began with. I blame them entirely.

This picture was commissioned by @sir-tater-of-the-tot! And it’s perfect!!

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Adam turned eleven today, a milestone that made his heart swell with excitement. The sun flooded the sky in brilliant hues as he hurried toward the familiar cliff cave, eager to share the news with his friend, Lucifer. With each step, he thought about how much he had grown over the past few months—both in height and in an understanding of the world around him. He couldn’t wait to show Lucifer just how much bigger and more mature he had become.

As he approached the cave, a sense of nostalgia washed over him. It was a place filled with memories—the sound of their laughter echoing against the stone walls, the adventures they had shared, and the challenges they had faced together. Hidden from the eyes of the village and the persistent scouting from the ports, the cave was their home and treasure. Upon the walls were littered with the cravings of their would be deeds. The adventures and sights they would someday see, filling Adam full of hope of a future as he never dared before. Maybe… just maybe… Stepping inside the cove, he was immediately struck by how much better Lucifer appeared. The scars that once marred his body were fading, and the dark pallor that had clung to him for so long was giving way to a healthier hue. It filled Adam with hope to see his friend almost fully healed.

"Lucifer!" Adam called out, his voice bouncing off the walls. A smile broke across Lucifer's face, brightening the dim cave. It was a smile that was both welcoming and oddly strained. Adam, caught up in the joy of turning eleven, was too blissfully absorbed in his own happiness to notice the flicker of agitation that crossed Lucifer's features.

As they exchanged greetings, Adam's mind raced with thoughts of games, stories, and birthday celebrations. But deep down, an unspoken truth lingered—Adam knew that the day would come when Lucifer would leave. He had always known it, a shadow that danced at the edge of his happiness. Three months felt far too short; the reality of separation weighed heavily on his heart, though he tried to push it aside. For today, he just wanted to bask in the joy of friendship and celebrate the present moment, even as the future loomed just beyond their shared laughter. All the while building up his courage to bridge the tension, to grasp his dream and entice his friend along side him. Ready to offer as much of himself as it took as long as Lucifer came back.

But as the day continued, he couldn't help but notice something else tinkering away at Lucifer’s thoughts. His gaze eerily unblinking as he stared either at him or nothing with an expression slipping through that Adam couldn’t recognize.

Adam tilted his head to the side, his brow furrowing as he observed Lucifer's unusually tense posture. Though time had don’t little to Lucifer’s petite demeanor, the kraken half had elongated. Bordering near massive compared to how Adam had initially found him. And it was Lucifer’s Kraken traits that never failed to give him away. Adam watched his friend shifting uncomfortably in the diminishing space; his tentacles curling slightly as if seeking solace in their own embrace. The strange skin a collage of varying shades of reds and pigments that half camouflaged Lucifer into the rock itself. Worse, was the longer time seemed to drag on, the more apparent Lucifer seemed determined not to meet his eyes. Like he couldn't bring himself to meet Adam's concerned gaze, eyes darting away as a hushed silence fall between them. The air becoming stifled by the unsaid words dangling overhead.

“Luci? What’s going on?” Adam asked gently, his voice steady yet laced with worry. “You seem upset.” 

Lucifer's response was a strained smile, one that revealed his sharp fangs, glistening in the soft, ambient light. It was a disarming sight, yet it only intensified Adam's unease. The once-vibrant glimmer in Lucifer’s gaze seemed dulled, overshadowed by the weight of whatever was troubling him.

“Adam…you know I’ll always care about you…right?” Lucifer finally spoke, his voice low and hesitant, as if he were grappling with the implications of his own words. 

Adam blinked in surprise, his mind racing to understand the sudden shift in their conversation. A dozen questions flitted through his thoughts; what could possibly cause such an emotional upheaval in his friend? The tension crackled in the air between them, and Adam felt an instinctual urge to bridge the distance, to understand what lay behind Lucifer's troubled exterior.

"Of course I—" Adam began to speak, but his words were abruptly cut off by a cacophony of screams that pierced through the stillness of the cave. The chilling sound sent a shiver down his spine as he was quick to realize from which direction the desperate cries were coming from. His head turning awards the familiar direction of town as panic surged through him like a tidal wave. The eleven-year-old sprang to his feet, adrenaline pumping in his veins, as he steeled himself to dash outside and assist those in peril. The sounds that echoed made the ground shutter beneath his feet. Inhuman and it was soon followed by a chorus of others that nearly drowned out the screams. Oh, god the screams-

“I'm sorry, Adam.” The voice was sorrowful and faint, barely registering in the chaos of his thoughts. Before Adam could comprehend its meaning, a sharp, searing pain exploded at the back of his neck, a sudden combustion of sharp agony blurring his senses. The boy staggered, struggling to maintain his balance, but the darkness began to encroach upon his vision.

In those final moments of consciousness, Adam caught a glimpse of Lucifer's red eyes—pools of regret mingled with a fierce determination. It was a fleeting image that carved itself into his mind as the world around him dissolved into oblivion. Sounds like cannons echoed somewhere faintly from a distance and screams of his village followed him into nothingness.

XxX

Adam stirred from a restless sleep, the throbbing pain in his head pulling him from the depths of unconsciousness. He brought a trembling hand to his forehead, wincing as his fingers grazed the tender skin. As his senses gradually sharpened, he became acutely aware of the numerous bite marks peppered across his body, particularly along his neck. The angry red welts fascinated and horrified him in equal measure; he knew they would leave deep scars once they healed. But why would Lucifer…?

Pushing himself up with great effort, Adam fought to regain his balance. His legs felt unsteady, reminiscent of newborn deer attempting their first steps. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he stumbled out of the dark cave that had been his unintentional refuge. The cold air hit him like a slap, awakening his mind but also deepening his sense of dread.

As he approached his village, his heart sank in disbelief. What lay before him was a desolate wasteland; the vibrant life he once knew was replaced by a haunting silence. 

The proud, sturdy buildings that had stood for generations were now reduced to mere heaps of wet timber and smoldering rubble. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke, a bitter reminder of the destruction that had engulfed his home. And the bodies...so many bodies. All dead. Who...what could have done this?!

That's when he noticed that not all the bodies were human...some were deathly familiar. Familiar in the ways of strangling tentacles, half malformed humanoid upper halves. They laid impaled, shoot and butchered among the rest of the carnage. Krakens. Just like Lucifer. Adam felt himself tremble. No. No. Lucifer may have looked dangerous but he was a sweetheart. Adam knew his kind to be misunderstood! They couldn't have done this! Yet, all he could see were desecrated homes, fields amassed in bodies and small figments of shattered domestic life. And the further he examined, desperate for survivors, Adam found only more horror.

For upon his own skin was a mirror to the deep gashes and bite marks that littered fragments of flesh torn from his kin. The other half a landscape painting of gore still dripping from their mauls.

He sank to his knees, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Adam bit his lip so hard he knew he was bleeding. Another drop amongst a million that stained every where he touched. And with a scream he clawed at his own skin with a sob chocked in rage. The bites, still raw upon his person felt like they were burning him from the inside. Every nip and playful bite from Lucifer came back like stab through the heart. To every memory he conceived as affectionate now became blighted with the taunting of Lucifer’s betrayal. To leave him alive to see it to fruition. Tears pricked at his eyes as Adam glared at the sky before he screamed. "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOUR KIND IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO! THE SEA WILL NEVER KNOW OF PEACE AGAIN TILL IT KNOWS ONLY THE LAST DROP OF ALL YOUR KIND!!!”

His own bites burned and Adam would soon grow accustomed to their hollowed calling.

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Yay!! Tater’s art is back!! Awww! I adore it so much!! I added some parts to this to expand the tension for this turning points. Hopefully it’s not to obvious. I just felt like I had to. So if you find a horrid part, that’s me not Libby! She’s great!

Pervs:

Next:

[custardkittyyy]

VOCA-NITO || VOCALOID KINITO AU!!

ALRIGHT SO~~~ I HAD AN IDEA

In this au, Y/N is a vocaloid producer who switches between two of their vocaloids - Kinito and Tater Tot (my oc)!! They created Kinito but they bought Tater tot, so she's more of a commercial product and is widely used anyway. Kinito was jealous of her at first because Y/n would tinker with her a lot for a minute since she was new and had to learn how to use her, but soon their use of her evened out with his.

Kinito and Tater tot have a spongebob/squidward dynamic, tater being more like spongebob and kinito being more similar to squidward. However, he's warmed up to her over time and even finds some of her quirks cute (sometimes), but he'll never say that since Y/N knows him to be barely tolerating to tater. But the thing is that he doesn't know that Y/N already knows u.u

GENERAL KNOWLEDGE ABOUT THE AU:

Kinito is not a virus in this au. As previously mentioned he instead is just this world's version of a vocaloid or something (or an uatu if you want to be technically correct). He's usually the main star in Y/N's songs (which is why he had a hard time adjusting to tater tot)

Kinito's personality is similar to OG Kinito, but his jealousy is toned down a bit so the au can stay light hearted

Also, Sam and Jade exist in this I just dont have designs for them yet- or roles-

Tater tot is not an original english vocaloid so she stutters a little when speaking english. Y/N is helping her to learn english.

Y/N's design can be anything you want, I just wanted them to be there so I can just show that they had a place in the au

ANYWAYS UMM MY TUMBLR & TWITTER ARE BOTH CUSTARDKITTYYY AND IF YOU HAVE ANY ASKS/FANART TAG ME WHEN U POST THEM!! OR POST EM HERE TOO!! 💙🩷🎧

[cosmique-oddity]

Foodie AU Gang :D

Owners (Its going to be quite long x))

From right to left (idk why)

Milkshake belong to @sleepis4theweak (I LOVE HER VERY MUCH)

Slushie : @buny1 (They are talking to Cookie Because now i cant see them separated-)

Cookie : @qeelovestea (=v= ^)

Ichigo : @tinker-the-dragon (my dumbass has failed to pin you buddy ;-; I LOVE UR LITTLE ONE SO MUCH AJAJAAJAJAJAAJAJ)

(Edit : oh my gosh it worked)

Toffee : @peoplepersonoaktree (Too cute for my artstyle TOT-)

Salad/Lettuce : @diona-98 (The precious girl~)

Sundae : @cosmocafe (THEY ARE VIBING)

Bill/Bilberry Bun : @minophlia (THEY ARE VIBING WITH SUNDAE).

Bluecrop Blueberry : @trashyandtiredsol (I have a soft spot with ur oc)

Pretzel : @ilikestarfoxturtles (Pretzel is eating bretzel lol Im so funny)

Kiwi : @banana-pancake5 (Kiwi is the mom friend)

Peppermint : @pinkatint (the cutie- love their design)

Sandy Sandwich : @kredena-dark (stunning *-*)

Waffles Pancake : @sleepis4theweak (i noticed that ur 2 character are framing the drawing- i love their Colors, so cozy ~^~)

But who took this picture….?

Its Blackberry ! My Foodie au Sona hehehe

Yes Its a Leatherback Turtle like Carravagio. Its Because they are my favorite turtles ever-

This little boy was raised by Draxum, he wanted to destroy humanity but now he is chilling, taking photo and becoming Batman at night (Its Barry and Berry lol—)

Its a grumpy one and i Will post a reference sheet one day……

(The second one picture is him While he wanted to destroy People, before the Draxum’s redemption arc, he also was wearing an Oni Mask, which now resting on his shoulder).

Annnd here are some close up to finish this post, Hope i didnt make any mistakes guys <33

[phoenixcatch7]

Every so often I dip into transformers fanfic (specifically bayverse) just because the concept of giant shape-shifting mechanical immortal robots just slaps so hard. All of the fics get so close but never quite scratch the itch I want, so here.

Cybertronian Sam Witwicky, vessel of the Allspark

A seeker, naturally, but I haven't decided on alts yet. Or a name (I like Rubicon, because of the doorway/point of no return/on a knifes edge between two worlds meaning and.. Also because the Allspark kinda looks like a rubics cube lmao)(but it doesn't sound quite right and I'd like to lean more into the idea of sacrifice maybe?)(or maybe something celestial or mythical for the space/alien/spark=stars metaphor... Apollo?).

I haven't seen it done, but I really like the idea of the Allspark using its own material to create the cybertronian body, given the total lack of actual resources it has (and needs). This would give Sam a very unique bronze/gold protoform instead of the usual grey/black metal, and eyes/optics the colour of sparks. The feather horn things were meant to be a lot smaller, but that was the smallest they got! And idk, I've grown to like them. A little nod to his organic origins. And the circles are supposed to be extra eyes. The boots I was delighted to find, they blend so well with the body and make it look like he's not bare lol. Because hero forge isn't quite that free with design (yet), please imagine a couple wheels by his ankles he can drop down to rollerblade on.

I had a ton of fun with the colours, I think it's my best one from scratch yet! It was so hard to keep from adding too much detail or clothing, and I did struggle with the sheer bulk of a typical cybertronian build. The pauldrons and scarf help with that, but he's intended to be pretty slight compared to the average anyway. In every continuity they're so, so bulky ToT. I might tinker with the proportions now I've finished the model! The spear... Well I'm a sucker for staffs, but it's not a cybertronian weapon unless it can slice or shoot something, preferably while transforming into something else. This one is also a laser gun, very energy intensive if you're not hooked into an infinite power source lmao. He's got a few emergency cannons in his arms, because... Why not?

Man, now I've made him, I want to write something for him so much... Must resist, must resist...

[bleachbleachbleach]

10/26 - 10/27/2024

I have spent an actually obscene amount of time this weekend reading my own fanfic, because I think it looks pretty on AO3, and because I want someone to read it, and I guess that someone will be me. (You can read it too if you want!) But reading the posted chapters makes me want to read the other chapters, so I just end up doing that, too. The *whole reason* I decided to go ahead and post the first chapter was because I figured if I posted it I'd stop tinkering with it, and I was spending huge amounts of time on that as a procrastination technique against a work deadline that is ruining my life that I needed to stop myself. But joke's on me because that has only intensified the procrastination via all this READING. I'm tired of working weekends and evenings and also frankly of working any time, ever. ToT

Am I enjoying reading my fanfic over and over? I mean, yes, but I do have like, more revisions to do and quite a lot of WRITING I would like to do. So I'm writing this post in the hopes that I can put a stop to myself and start writing again. The reading was nice, particularly because October@Work wasn't going to let me write anyway. But now I've gotten my stupid work deadline extended, thus the nine billion hours spent reading my own fanfic this weekend, to be followed by this work deadline continuing to ruin my life for an even longer period of time. On the other hand, I did also take this opportunity to catch up on Celebrate Bleach!! (Now, to catch up with the rest of the month of October)

An additional silver lining here is that I do now feel like I have an exceptionally strong grasp of Part I of this fic, and have already found many random things in Part II that don't align to it because I didn't previously have uhhhh every one-off line lasered into my eyelids. Which is useful information to have when you are revising. And I've tried to keep out of the Part II chapters in my reading binges, because I want them to be as unfamiliar as possible when time comes to identify revisions.

In the course of all this reading, the dumbest global edit I decided I wanted to do was, rather than make uniform whether I was referring to it as the "Living World" or the "World of the Living," to use both depending on who was speaking/narrating.

So now the characters more familiar with the contemporary Living World call it the Living World and the others refer to it as the World of the Living, except for Rukia and Rose, who still call it the World of the Living, because they're Like That.

I questioned whether I'm thinking about this as an English-language opportunity to add back the characters' differentiated Japanese speech patterns, or if the characters calling it the Living World are legit using some kind of trendy short form in Japanese, too, but it's already only two kanji to begin with, so idk how they could possibly make it shorter. Speak it in katakana I guess lol. But I think it's probably Option 1.

[coyotetatertot]

oh concept for the aforementioned fic, Tate having a breakdown in front of his still-insane dad. Close to year 10 he's doing so poorly. A decade of trying and his dad is still insane. Not coping well at all. Visits his dad the winter on the eve of this wasted decade, finds him in his shack, staring down the barrel while tinkering with a goddamn artillery system for a new death robot and he just. He can't take it. Jerks him away to safety, initially stern but then. Eyes watering. 10 years and his dad is closer to accidentally killing himself than recovering. Fuck it's too much. All that shit he's been burying under a stoic face doesn't go away just cuz he's shoved it down. It overflows, he breaks, pulls his dad into a tight hug and sobs his soul out. And because Tate is one of the few things Fiddleford didn't erase from his brain, that jerks him out of his mania for a minute. Even while insane, Fiddleford's heart is breaking — hugs his boy back and tries to comfort him. Tells his Tater Tot not to cry. How he remembers that name, Tate doesn't know. But being able to have a tender moment with him in the midst of all this bleak shit, to have his dad back just for a few minutes, gives him enough comfort and false hope to pick himself up and try again. And again and again and again... 'till in a few more years he runs himself into the ground trying and is forced to give up.

[thdorkmagnet]

Forgiveness in Three Phases

So this came out of nowhere not gonna lie. Was actually trying to finish a Turtle Tots story but then @somerandomdudelmao Cass Apocalypse series ended and I ended up using that as the fire under my feet to write this. This isn't a fanfic of that series or anything, just a result of me needing to emotionally work out my feelings through writing, so I felt like I should mention the impact it had on me and this story. Regardless, you should read Cass Apocalypse series anyways because it's amazing and everything I ever wanted in a comic and I can't recommend it highly enough! Seriously read it if you haven't! You won't regret it!

As for this story, it's a little bit of an experiment I wanted to try out. This takes place post- ROTTMNT movie and is basically Leo having a talk with each of his brothers about his sacrifice. It seemed like a typical idea for the fandom to explore so I wanted to try something a little different to make it feel a little more unique.

This story is told non-chronologically. It jumps between three different points in time, the talk with Donnie, the talk with Mikey, and the take with Raph. There are points where it intersects but mostly it jumps freely between. I did my best to make it easy to follow but let me know if anyone struggles.

Anyways that's really it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle belongs to Andy Suriano, Ant Ward, and Nickelodeon. All rights go to them.

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Yes,” Donnie replied instantly, leaning over the machine he was tinkering on, refusing to even look at Leo. 

“No,” Mikey said before his gaze shifted. “Maybe a little.”

Raph sighed, looking so tired and small. “It's more complicated than that, Leo.”

“What you did was stupid, self-sacrificial, and incredibly selfish!” Donnie's teeth were grit together, fingers welding small strips of metal together, causing sparks of light to bounce off his goggles. “What gave you the right to throw your life away like that?! What made you think any of us would be okay with that?!” 

“I'm more sad than mad, really,” Mikey confessed, stirring the broth he was making with shaky hands. His thoughts seemed to be a million miles away, detached from his current self. “I know it was a desperate situation and I know you were just trying to protect us but when that portal closed, I…” Mikey lost his voice, eyes flooding with tears. His gaze finally focused in on his brother. “Why did you have to leave us, Leo?”

“I mean I am mad. I'm furious, Leo! At you, at the Krang, at the whole awful situation we ended up in, all of it!” Raph growled, low and steady, the punching bag he had been mercilessly wailing on a moment before now a crumpled broken heap on the floor. His voice was barely a whisper as he finally added, “But more than that I'm mad at myself.”

“No!” Donnie shouted, cutting off any attempt for Leo to explain himself, slamming a fist so hard on his desk it made the walls rattle. He fully turned to face his brother, goggles still hiding his eyes. “No, I don't want to hear any of your excuses! I don't care that you're the leader! I don't care that you thought there was no other way! I don't care that it was the literal end of the world! I don't care! Nothing you say is ever going to justify me almost losing my twin!” 

“It hurt us! It hurt us all so, so much!” Mikey shouted through his tears, dinner forgotten as he crumpled to his knees. “Raph and Donnie were just so broken. And sad. A-And I just couldn't… I can't-” Mikey threw himself at Leo, clinging to him with all he was worth. He held tight, sobbing and shaking and screaming incoherently as days and weeks of pent-up frustration and sadness bubbled freely to the surface. He held onto Leo so he couldn’t go away again.

Raph looked away, guilt washing over his face like a wave over sand. “I shoulda stopped you. I shoulda done somethin’.” Raph's shoulders slumped, like there was an unseen, oppressive weight pushing him down, threatening to crush him. “I'm the oldest, I'm supposed to keep you guys safe! Not you! It shoulda been me that got sent to the Prison Dimension. Instead, I let you make an impossible decision and it nearly killed you.” 

Donnie finally tugged up his goggles, eyes glassy with falling tears, something small and vulnerable now filling the space between the two brothers. “I thought you died, Leo. For a minute I… I thought you were gone. I mourned you.” There was no anger in his tone anymore. He just sounded sad and broken and so, so tired. He turned back to his invention, whispering. “You made me mourn you, Nardo.”

It took a while before Mikey’s wails sounded like words again. “I can't lose you, Leo! I can't, I can't, I can't! I-I was s-so scared! And the magic hurt so bad! I just wanted to bring you home! Even if it brought Krang back! Even if it killed me! I needed you back!”

Raph plopped on the floor, the weight finally too much for him to stand. Leo sat down too, failing to find the words to say. “I'm sorry, Leo. For not being there for you. And I don't just mean with the Krang, even before that. I thought you just weren't taking anything seriously and showing off like always. I didn't realize how hard it all was for you. I shoulda understood.” He finally met his brother's eye with a tenderness that hadn't been there in so long. “Instead I kept fighting with you and pushing you and pressuring you, instead of just being there and supporting you the way I shoulda been. And maybe if I hadn't said all of that…” Raph let out a deep, soul-crushing sigh. “You wouldn't of sacrificed yourself the way you did.”

Leo crashed into Donnie’s back, burying his head into his torn shell, arms encircling his twin protectively. 

He squeezed Mikey back, letting his own tears fall.

He reached out a hand, placing it over Raph’s own, finally meeting his big brother's eye.

“I'm sorry.”

“Your right, there is no excuse,” Leo admitted, words muffled as he buried himself a little further into the soft leather. “I never should’ve left you like that. I shouldn’t have hurt you or made you… think I was dead.” He choked back a sob, holding his twin just a little tighter. “I didn’t want to make that decision, I wanted to stay with you and Raph and Mikey and eat pizza and watch Jupitor Jim and argue about who’s the best at video games.” He couldn’t hold the sobs back anymore, crying into his twin’s shell, feeling the floodgates of his heart open, drowning him alive. But Donnie was here and there was safety in his presence, so he could keep on breathing. “I didn’t want to die and leave you alone.”

“I’m so sorry, Mikey,” Leo said gently, hands rubbing circles into his baby brother’s shell. “I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I scared you. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry.” He kept mumbling soothing words, listening as Mikey’s breathing started to even out and the tears turned into small sniffles and chirps. Still, Leo didn’t release his brother, he just held him close, pouring all the love, comfort, and affection he had to give into their embrace. He felt Mikey return it back tenfold, soaking through his shell and warming him from the inside out. “I’m here now. I’m here. And I’m never leaving you again. I promise. We’re safe Mikey. You’re safe. It’s all over. I’m home.” 

Leo nearly chuckled when Raph gave him a confused look. “What? Why are you so surprised? I thought that’s what you wanted to hear? I mean if anyone here has a lot to apologize for it’s me, not you.” His playful tone turned serious again, giving his big bro an apologetic smile. “Look, I know I haven’t been the easiest person to get along with lately, so I don't really blame you for any of what happened, before or after the end of the world. And you shouldn’t either. Not for a single thing.” 

Donnie suddenly swerved in his chair and pulled Leo tightly to his chest. Leo was so shocked he just sat there frozen for a moment. “I’m not mad at you because of what happened to me, Nardo. I’m mad because of what happened to you. Because you thought your life was worth less than ours and you let yourself get hurt because of it. You nearly died because of it. And because you care so little about yourself, I thought it would help you avoid repeating obvious mistakes to see our perspective as well.” Donnie let out a small breath, resting his chin on Leo’s head, hands gently brushing over his shell. “Though perhaps I went about it the wrong way. Emotions aren’t my strong suit.” 

Leo let out a wet chuckle, pulling away so he could wipe away the stray tears. “Same here. And sorry again… for everything.”

After what felt like a lifetime, Mikey spoke, voice choked and raw but still surprisingly strong. “Okay, I-I think I feel a bit better now.” He broke the hug, staring up at his big brother with misty eyes. “I needed that, I think.”

“We both did,” Leo agreed, kissing him on the top of the head.

Raph didn’t seem convinced, looking down at their hands instead of his brother. “I still shoulda stopped you from going into the Prison Dimension. You got so hurt.”

“Hey, that was my choice to make,” Leo said firmly, giving his brother an intense stare until he met his eye again. “And I don’t regret it. Just like how I know you don’t regret-” The words almost didn’t come and he had to swallow hard to get them out. “-jumping in front of me to save my life. It’s what leaders do.” He squeezed Raph’s hand as tightly as he could. “It’s what brothers do.” 

“Yes, well, just don’t forget we care about you, dummy. Or we’ll be having this conversation again.” There was affection in Donnie’s tone, carefully reaching up to adjust Leo’s mask. However, the smile vanished a second later, hand gripping the mask tails and pulling hard. “And if you ever pull a stupid stunt like that again, I'll have both your legs surgically removed!” 

“And you mean it,” Mikey asked in a soft, anxious tone. “You won’t do that again. Promise?” 

Raph let out a long, pained breath, the tension seeming to leave his body a little, the creases in his brow fading. “Yeah, I guess it is. Just… promise me next time you won’t do it alone. Brothers help each other, too, y’know.” 

Leo nodded, smiling. “I promise.”

Donnie nodded back, accepting the answer, turning back to his invention but allowing Leo to linger.

Mikey beamed brightly, moving back to the stove to try and salvage the burnt broth.

Raph gave his brother a toothy grin, opening his arms up for a hug. Leo melted into it. 

“Soooo, do you forgive me?” 

Donnie hummed in thought. “While I am still notably mad at you, I suppose I can accept your apology. You are lucky you are insufferably endearing.” 

“Yeah I do,” Mikey said with such honesty and conviction it made Leo tear up again. 

“Of course I do, Leo,” Raph rumbled, holding his brother close to his chest. He nuzzled the top of his head. “I already did.” 

Leo hesitated, fearful of what he had to say next. 

“Do you still love me?”

He held his breath, terror more powerful than the Krang or the Prison Dimension pounding against his chest. 

Three brothers stared back and smiled. 

“Always.”

[tinkertotsindia]

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[eroswritessometimes]

this is super duper self indulgent but may I ask for some regressor Dottore (3-5) and CG pantalone headcanons? If ur chill with that!

yes omggggahhddndj

Tags: fluff, agere, sfw agere, cg!Pantalone, little!Dottore

Rating: General Audiences/E for Everyone

Dottore is very clingy in littlespace, obviously

He'll sit and wait for Pantalone to finish writing or reading or talking, so he can ask to play or sit in his lap

Pantalone immediately says yes, because that's his baby, guys

When Dottore climbs into his lap, he'll lay his little head on his shoulder with a dog chew toy in his mouth, because his teeth ruin everything else

Dottore calls Pantalone 'Panda', because it sounds like Panta :)

Pantalone has many nicknames for his baby

Tot, tinkerer, little one, dino, puppy, kiddo, sweetheart, stinker

Dottore giggles at every silly nickname

Dottore gets very cranky and sassy when he's tired, and sometimes has to be threatened with a spanking, even though his Panda would never do that to him

He always has to have a bedtime snack before he sleeps, it's their routine, and he likes their routine

Once he's asleep though? Dead to the world. It would take several hurricanes and sirens to wake the boy up

If he has an accident in the middle of the night though, he'll wake up and tell his Panda

Panda is very understanding and sweet, scooping him up and laying him down on the floor to change him

Since he kept biting holes through his pacis, his Panda got him doggy toys

His favorite one is a shark shaped rubber chewy

He likes all of them though

His Panda also buys him many many many many many many many many many many many many many many stuffies. Too many.

They barely fit in their bed!

If one of them falls off the bed in the middle of the night, he will cry.

Pantalone is quick to shush him and wipe his tears, assuring him that the plush is okay and doesn't have a boo boo

Pantalone is a patient Panda, and he spoils his baby to no end

When it's nap time, he'll nap with his baby

When it's dinner time, he doesn't yell that Dottore should eat his vegetables, but rather makes a deal that if he eats his own, Dottore will too

He'll occasionally be too busy to deal with a little doctor, but after work he'll be sure to coddle him and apologize

[tedspankoffskifan42069]

Tinker Tots!

@nibbly-feasts-in-the-dark

NIBBLY!!!

[the-night-writer1]

The cutest kick to the knee

When Red son finds himself in a tool store he runs into a three year old who kicks him in the knee. (The uncle monkie kid au timeline a)

It was a Tuesday afternoon as Red son found himself looking for a replacement wrench. Thus he was looking over the selection his preferred store had. He didn't want just any wrench it had to be sturdy, heaven forbid it snap like his old one had this morning.

Mother was fuming that he needed a new wrench which delayed father's release by a few hours. She relented when Red son asked if his own well being was worth father's release. She didn't want Red son to lose his arm. A few loose bolts was all it would take.

Now he was debating which of these wrenches were worth the price. Though mother wouldn't care ,he did. The tool should last as long as his last wrench had. It lasted at least thirty years given all it had to endure.

He was holding a particular brand of wrench when he heard feet behind him. He stepped to the side not paying much attention as he was reading the description on the casing. The demon probably should have been playing attention.

"Heys" the lil tot said as he tried to grab the big red head's attention. He needed the wrench the man was holding for his baba. He saved all his money to get it because Uncle Mk broke baba's other wrench. Baba was looking at the screw drivers so it was the perfect time to surprise him with a new wrench!

"heys!" He repeated yet the man wasn't listening to him. He needed that wrench! It was the last one of baba's brand. Why was this guy not listening?!

Red son didn't realize someone was trying to talk to him until he got a very sharp kick to his knee. Which caused him to yell out of shock and pain as he dropped to the floor. The wrench he had been holding hit the floor and he saw little hands hands grabbed it. A little boy was taking a wrench from him what the hell?

Adorable little tot with deep red hair and golden hazel eyes started booking it away from him. Red quickly got up and gave chase after the toddler. He shouldn't be taking things from adults. The little guy was fast thanks to that knee kick.

"Mengyao? Why are you running bubba?" A Carmel brunette asked as Red caught up to the boy. They picked up the tot and looked over to see Red then looked back at their son," What did you do?"

"he kicked me in the knee and took the wrench I was looking at" Red son said in a calm manner. He wasn't going to hell at the parent trying to figure out the situation.

"Mengyao we've talked about this you can't hurt people to get something you want! I don't care what auntie Mei says auntie Mei isn't your baba" the man softly scolded as he took the wrench and handed it back to Red son. Red catching the tinkering scars on the man's hands.

"buts you need a new wrench baba and I tried to ask but he's was ignoring me!" The toddler protested trying to get wrench back.

"I am so sorry sir. He's not super good with words yet." The man apologized as he kept the toddler on his hip," Mengyao apologize to this man for kicking him in the knee"

"but you needs the wrench baba!" The toddler said with a huff.

"I can order a new wrench sweetheart. He may need it more than I do and you were very mean kicking him" the man said as the toddler started to tear up. Aw he just wanted to help his baba. Red had ignored him unintentionally and red probably would have done the same at his age.

"if it means anything little one I am sorry I didn't hear you" Red said to the little boy who rubs his eyes.

"I sorry I kicked you in the knee. Baba wrench broken" Mengyao said as he started hiccuping and his baba kissed his forehead. It was pretty cute he was so determined to help his baba.

"again I'm sorry sir listen if you want a bowl of some of the best noodles in the city just go to pigsy's noodles and say Shanyao sent you or call me and I'll set it up for you" Shan said as he quickly wrote his number down and ripped it off his grocery list before handing it to Red son," I'm going to get him home it's clearly nap time"

"oh thank you. I hope you're able to get a new wrench" Red son said as he let Shan leave with his adorable little boy. He'd forget the name of the business later that afternoon when he chased the man's brother through the city.

[nani-nonny]

What works have you got that are coming out and are excited to post? Is there anything you allowed to tell us like the synopsis ect, I tried looking through your blog but tumblr hates me and keeps crashing 🫠

At the moment I’m on a little hiatus but I’m actually getting a little bit too excited and looking at some old snippets/wips that I’ve shared and fighting the urge to officially publish their first chapters! I’m heavily thinking about (Accidentally) Played American Football With My Newborn aka (A)PAF which is another f!leo fic returns to the past fic but with a twist: he brings with him a tiny turtle tot instead of Casey Jr!

I’ve shared its snippets some time ago and have always pushed it on the back burner to focus on my major project, WDS, but lately I’ve been thinking of putting WDS on a break while I focus on side projects (like the upcoming stories on my pinned)

Speaking of my pinned, I hope the links are working :( I try to keep everything updated and organized but if they don’t work, using the tags should do the trick! Contact me if there’s trouble!

But anyways, I was actually tinkering with the idea of continuing the Distorted Mirror AU by writing the story for the parallel idea where the future brothers are transported to the past and the present brothers are transported to the future! Basically the branch of DisMir where it isn’t the Leo’s that switch places but the three brothers. That or a DisMir sequel…. I’m still on my self-imposed break so I’m just rereading things rather than writing hehe