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icallhimjoey · 2 years

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Hi, I loved the Eddie x single mother reader, if you do any other chapters with them, I think it would be really sweet if little hazel accidentally calms joe “daddy” and reader is terrified he’s gonna freak out and she panics at how to handle the situation but joe secretly loves it and he’s so proud that she thinks he’s her daddy as he adores her and sees her as his daughter already. And/OR reader finds out she pregnant and joes so excited and decides he also wants to adopt hazel as his own 💕💕💕 (I just love daddy joe 😍😍😍)

i got youuuuuuuu (thanks for the request!) Wordcount: 1.7K

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“Oh no,” Joe said as he took a coloured pencil from Hazel’s little hands that she held out to him. It needed to be sharpened. Hazel found out when she had rubbed the wood of it against the paper of her colouring book and hadn’t seen any purple transferred onto the squirrel on the page. She babbled something to Joe, which clearly meant: go sharpen this. now.

Hazel sat in her tiny toddler chair by the coffee table, and Joe sat next to her on the rug, his long legs criss cross applesauce under the table. They were both colouring and the sight of them was adorable. Hazel had taken out several colouring books and had tried to reach for the set of coloured pencils you kept on a higher shelf. Hazel couldn’t fully ask for what she wanted yet, but context clues were easy, and Joe had handed her whatever she wanted.

“Is there a sharpener in here somewhere?” Joe had gotten up and had investigated the cabinet where you held all of Hazel’s toys; things like memory games, wooden puzzles, kinetic sand, play-doh and when Joe looked closer: a sharpener too for Hazel’s coloured pencils. “Found it!”

He’d been quick to locate it. You hadn’t even had time to tell him where to look. You were in the kitchen, tidying away everything you’d taken out for breakfast that morning and giving the counters a wipe down. You marveled at how quick you were able to do this without Hazel on your hip or her body wrapped around your leg demanding your attention and silently thanked Joe for entertaining her in the living room.

Joe joined you in the kitchen, opening the bin with his toes on the paddle and he started sharpening the purple pencil. An important job, because obviously squirrels were purple, and Hazel wasn’t exactly a child of patience. You heard her cry out for you, but you knew the second Joe would join her again, you wouldn’t be needed. “I’m going to go get dressed,” you snuck Joe a quick kiss on his cheek before walking out. Hazel saw you and called for her mum, but you repeated to her what you’d said to Joe. “Mum’s quickly going to go get dressed, I’ll be right back,” and as you stepped into the hallway, only a fraction of a second out of Hazel’s sight, you heard it. It halted you completely, and you were quick to snap your head around to see if Joe had heard it too.

Hazel had called out for Dada. Daddy? Definitely Dad. But more babbly. Dada. It wasn’t even close to Joe – a name she had used before, and in games of “where is” where you made Hazel point at all sorts of things, she’d pointed at Joe every time you had asked here where he was. From your spot you could see Joe in the opening to the kitchen, purple pencil in hand, and as if Hazel had referred to him as her father a thousand times before, he just went, “Got it, got it!” as he jogged back over to the coffee table. Your heartbeat was loud and you could feel it high up in your chest. What the fuck.

You stepped back a little to see him sit back down on the rug, handing Hazel the pencil that she immediately put to use, and Joe cheered when this time the colour did transfer onto the paper.

Maybe Joe hadn’t heard it. Or maybe you had heard it wrong. You turned back and got dressed, thoughts going.

If Hazel was going to be calling Joe dada, that meant something for the two of you. You weren’t stupid – the second Joe had laid eyes on Hazel, you knew that it’d be different. Involving a child in a relationship (was it even really a relationship then?) suddenly meant the stakes were so much higher. But you’d convinced yourself Hazel was still so young when Joe first met her. She could get to know him as just a friend of your little family. And then, if things were to break off and Joe was to step out of your life, it would be sad, but it wouldn’t be like she’d lose a parent. She’d already lost one before she was even born, you didn’t want to inflict any more trauma onto her. Or onto you. If Hazel was going to be calling Joe dada, it kind of roped Joe in for the long haul. The longest of hauls – even if not your haul, at least Hazel’s haul. You thought that being a father figure now kind of meant he’d have to be one to her forever. You weren't willing to settle for anything less for Hazel, and you weren’t sure if Joe agreed with being placed into that position. It felt unfair to subject Joe to anything he didn’t want, and this was a big ask.

Stepping back into the living room, now dressed, the sight of them hadn’t changed. Joe’s tongue was stuck to his upper lip in concentration as he was drawing something, copying an image he had open on his phone. And you could cry when you saw that Hazel had copied him; her little tongue also stuck up to her upper lip as she used way too much force to fully colour in the page.

“That looks so good, baby,” Joe cooed as he checked her work. “Deserves a spot of honour on the fridge, don’t you think?”

You made your way over and sat down on the other side of Hazel, facing Joe, your knees touching as you crossed yours under the table as well.

“Look at these artists at work! Can I join in?” Hazel was quick to pass you the orange pencil and she pointed at another colouring book on the table. You obliged, took it, and turned to a page that only had a few discarded scribbles on from another time Hazel had used it.

There was a silence where none of you spoke, the only sound that filled the room being pencils on paper and it felt a little therapeutic.

“I’m not going to pretend you didn’t hear that,” Joe suddenly said, prompting you to look up at him. He had his head still down, pencil on his paper still, but he was looking at you.

“She probably copied it from hearing someone at daycare… you know, that’s just what male adults are called,” you tried to explain it as much to yourself as you were to Joe. Diving deep into this conversation was scary, so you tried to keep it nice and shallow, even though you knew that didn't suit the situation at all.

“Probably.” Joe nodded slowly. “She’s done it about…. maybe 5 times now?” Joe said, and your jaw dropped. You’d never heard her say it before. When had she started doing this? Had you caught it earlier, you might have been able to correct her.

“Don’t worry!” Joe was quick to soothe. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Joe,” you started, shoulders slumped, and head cocked to the side. “It is to me,” you looked at Hazel and used your hand to flatten and push back some of her fly aways.

“Nah, it’s just Hazel putting together puzzle pieces.” And you had a mental image of Hazel carefully placing the wooden pieces of her farm puzzle together, having to twist and turn each piece until she found the right places. But this felt like Hazel had just placed the piece of cow onto its slot, but upside down. Sure, it was in the right spot, but it didn’t fully fit properly.

“They’re pretty permanent puzzle pieces, though,” you spoke softly, your tone as happy as you could bear it to not unnecessarily worry Hazel. Obviously, she was listening to the two of you talk, and you were aware that kids really pick up on anything you say, but that didn’t mean that it had to affect her mood. “I don’t want to burden you with-”

“Burden?” Joe interrupted you, entirely confused by your choice of words.

“Hazel can call you whatever she wants, can’t you baby? But if it’s going to be dad, that’s… that’s asking a lot from you, and I don’t want to force you into a position you don’t want to be in.” Joe let you finish but was bewildered by what he was hearing. Both his hands found your knees under the table for a reassuring squeeze.

“Isn’t mummy being so silly?” he asked Hazel, who looked up from her colouring to make a silly face at you. “Do you think she knows how much I love you, Hazel?” Joe’s hands left you and he gestured the longest distance his arms could manage. Hazel copied him. “That’s right! The most much!” Joe took advantage of the fact that Hazel had her arms spread out to tickle her sides, making her squeal and giggle before pulling her in for hugs and kisses to her cheeks.

You took a moment to just look at the two of them. Maybe Joe was right, and he’d known all along that being with you meant more than just being with you. And the fact that he was still around meant that he’d also chosen to be with Hazel. For the long haul.

“Hey Hazel, where’s mummy?” Joe asked her, her little face pressed up against his in their hug and Hazel smiled before looking at you and pointing. “There.” she said.

The two of them looked at you, and Joe gave you a nod. It was as if Joe had taken that wooden puzzle piece of the cow and had twisted it around himself, making it fit exactly where it needed to be and superglueing it into place. You knew what he wanted you to ask your daughter.

“And... where’s daddy?” you asked, your voice careful because of the new territory you’d decided you were going to step into. There kind of wasn’t a way back now anyway, and Joe had just let you know the water was warm and inviting, so you dared to ease yourself in. And Hazel then used her little finger to point it at Joe before closing in both her arms tighter around his neck. It made you and Joe both pout at how cute it was.

“That’s right baby, daddy’s right here,” Joe said, and it honestly could’ve made you cry right there and then.

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echoing--stars · 6 months

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Hi Wormy, I hope you’re well, and I kinda wanna see Rowan's POV on his kidnapping. If you please.

Youuuuuuuu......

(It's okay, I enjoy angst/whump on occasion).

I suppose this is a prequel to this snippet.

(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)

Rowan tried to bite back a yawn as he put the bag of flour away. It had been a long day in the bakery, and he still had a lot of prep work to do before tomorrow. He wanted to get everything done before Link got home so they could enjoy their evening together and not have to worry about work. He figured it would still be a while before Link returned, however. It wasn’t even dinner time yet and he’d gotten back later than that nearly every day this week.

Or he thought that would be the case until he heard the back door open. “Link?” When he received no answer, Rowan frowned. He slid the bowl of flour away from the edge of the counter and hung the dish towel he’d been holding on a nearby hook. He walked towards the door. Maybe Link had his hands full and was too distracted to answer. But when he caught sight of the backdoor, it wasn’t Link walking in. There was a thick fog rolling in through the door, too thick and quick to be natural. And then through the fog stepped one of the largest men that Rowan had ever seen. He had shining red armor, too sharp and spiked to be a the armor of a knight from the Hyrulean army. A helmet with protruding metal horns shadowed his face and a long plume of orange hair streamed from the back. Rowan took a step back. He recognized the man — the disgraced knight Volga, traitor to the kingdom and presumed dead after the war. Volga stepped towards him with a speed and confidence that only made Rowan’s heart beat faster. He glanced behind him, trying to find a weapon or an escape route. He wasn’t sure he could reach either in time. “Mr. Hawthorne. How nice to meet you.” Rowan didn’t respond. His back hit the kitchen counter, and he grasped behind himself, hoping to find a kitchen utensil or something. The fog rolled into the kitchen, swirling at his feet and beginning to rise around him. “Speechless, hmm? I suppose I do have that effect on people. Link certainly couldn’t speak around me.” Volga stepped forward towards Rowan. His looming presence made the kitchen shrink around Rowan. As he came closer, Rowan could see the light glinting against Volga’s teeth as his grin turned sharp. “Now, I hope you’ll come quietly. We need to have words with Captain Link.” Rowan opened his mouth — to protest or scream or question, he wasn’t even sure. Before he could make a sound, something grabbed his head at the temples. The grip was cold as ice. The fingers were tight and bony against his skin, and from where they touched, a shockwave of ice cold pain shot through him. Rowan gasped and his knees buckled as his connection to his limbs seemed to be severed. The fog rose up around him as his vision went spotty. The last thing he heard was a cackling laughter and Volga scolding someone before his vision went black and he knew no more.

#Lotus!!#worm writes #linked universe #pre-lu technically #lu fanfic #rowanverse #hyrule warriors #hw volga

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meglinpancake · 8 months

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Have you ever submitted outfits to that like Artist Community thing that DBD has? Cause like the speed I’d have to purchase matching designs for Mikaela and Haddie if they were made by you is unfathomable

Also if you could add a ridiculous killer/survivor to DBD what would it be? Like not even horror related. Just something silly. Like Nick Cage lmao

Dawwww!! That’s such a huge honour and extremely flattering- thank youuuuuuuu ;;w;;<333

Honestly, no- I have submitted anything my blighted Haddie and Mikaela outfits from peer pressure tho. Not only am I just not confident in my own abilities, but I’ve also noticed that there is a bias in those sorts contests for “professional” quality artworks which… I am not wheeze-

If there ever was a time that a cosmetic for Haddie- dare say matching cosmetics- designed by me went into the game… well I can only think of one thing better than that! (a forever future with my gf that’s what-). Unfortunately I would have to be a famous member of the community dying young with some incurable illness for companies to care about a member of their fandom to do something like that (I’m being sarcastic but also honestly I’m annoyed by that).

If I could go down in history as an urban whisper along the wind as something like “have you heard of Pancake? Yeah they’re like the ultimate Haddie simp-“ that’ll already be exceeding my expectations asdfgsh

Ack! That went on a small ramble- for the ridiculous dbd character I’ve mentioned Scott Cawthon (Creator of FNAF) but also ngl I giggle at the thought of Rebecca Parham from LetMeExplainStudios given free reign in a recording booth while being told she’s being chased by some big icons in horror.

#ask

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cactikiki · 7 months

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💌 🤨

YOUUUUUUUU ARE A LITTLE SHIT. SETTING DCA ON YOU!!! SUFFER!!!!!

......in all seriousness hi. ily /p. You're really funny!!! And ur funniest when you say you don't sound like Gregory, in the most perfect impression of him I've ever heard, in VC.

Comedy genius tbh

Also ur art!!! I love it sm!!! I will forever associate that little sobbing soaking wet cat glitchtrap drawing with you even when it's nit ur icon <3

#Asks #Radioroxx

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skylerfurmaniac-deactivated · 8 months

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(for the anonymous ask thingy)

you're so cool! you're really chaotic, yes, but you're kind, and you're friendly and you help people, and I appreciate that <3 never stop trying, because it's always worth it. You're one of my nicest mutuals out there. I'm so glad you're here. Thank you, skyler <3

PADPSOFSDSDSDSADSDADFSDFDSDASSDRFGSDRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

REALLY!!?!?!??!?!?!?

THANK YOUUUUUUUU

THIS IS THE NICEST THING I HAVE EVER HEARD FROM ANYONE SAY TO MEEEEEE

I KNOW THAT UR ONE OF MY MUTURALS

BUT IDK WHICH ONE

THIS TOUCHED MY HEART

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

HAVE SOME BUNNY HOODIE ME CUS WHY NOT AAAAAARGHHGHGHHGHKNIGRNIIRGFNKGBGBN

ILY/P ANON ,:DDD

#asks #anon #AWWWWWWWWWW #MY HEART #STOP #UR MAKING ME STIM #sky's random rambles

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spar-kie · 29 days

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12, 30, and 19!! for rejuv ask stuff

Hell yeah!

12. Any personal headcanons? Feel free to ramble! (You can ask for a specific character as well.)

I know there's a whole bit about Aevis being Jerma, but Saki is absolutely like 100% doing Jerma style streams. She would do the dollhouse stream. She would do the like going out into a desert and opening up rocks stream. She also streams her gym battles sometimes. Also stealing this one from Nym but I think Melia absolutely has chronic pain from Genesis Syndrome, this is something M2 is NOT used to at all. It's part of the reason M2 started smoking weed so much, she heard it was good for that sort of thing.

30. What do you appreciate story wise?

Honestly? Just that Rejuv seems to juggle having such a wide and diverse cast of characters so well. Like sometimes that means characters you really like might not stick around much (KRIESS COME BACK I MISS YOUUUUUUUU) but I like that we get to see a wide array of characters on our journey, it's nice. Makes it feel like a real odyssey.

19. What did you not like about Pokemon Rejuvenation personally?

Okay so like. From a narrative perspective, I get why Melia and Venam broke up. I've accepted that that makes sense. I've made my peace with it, but honestly I am still kinda upset about it. Like I was fine with Melia and Venam's relationship being very low key to the point that you might miss it initially because it doesn't need to be in your face, but I know people who completely missed their relationship existing until after they broke up, and that's just not good. Just the fact that like it's so low key until that moment and the first serious in your face moment that "yes this is happening!" is that they break up. I think there is a scene before this where they say something to the effect that they're dating but iirc it's not a surefire thing that it fires? At least I don't remember getting it and I think some other folks didn't get it either.

I dunno, I think some more mentions of them dating beforehand wouldn't go amiss. Truth be told I'd still probably be upset about the breakup, but I would feel better about it.

All that said if they kill of Melia without her getting back together with Venam I will be on the fucking news.

#tha ASK ZONE

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mysteriawrites · 11 months

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Hi bestie~ matchup request lets gooooooooooo

Im a very happy person most of the time. One of those immature but still mature people. I would quite literally do almost anything for those I love and I'm always planning for when I can next hang out with my friends. However, I still do like my alone time and have a flucuating social battery (somedays ill do a lot and want to do more, other days i do one thing and i dont want to do anything else lol)

I like trying new drinks or foods, playing video games, doing sports, singing, drawing, reading and generally learning about stories, no matter what form they come in!

I dislike the ocean, jerks, flakey people (despite having several as my friends 😔), being forced to socalize, and spiders.

Also idk if it matters too much but im also pan and genderfluid! Thank youuuuuuuu <3

Hihi Lexi chan! Thx for the request let’s see who your match is…DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE!!!

TW: mentions human trafficking in the beginning

I got Doppio in a matchup trade I did a few weeks ago so you and i are gonna have to share. Don’t worry he has two very big hands/j

You and Doppi mesh really well. You’re both active, full of energy, and down for anything. However you both know how to take things slow and appreciate the little things in life.

You and Doppio met when you were enrolled into XSOLIEL. The student council had been assigned a new mission: rescue and recruit a new student.

You were born with the power to shape shift. Similar to Kotoka Torahime, but instead of turning into people you turned into animals. You’re not quite sure how or why and you never questioned. You loved your ability it made you who you are, however sometimes you wished you were normal so you didn’t have to live in this hell hole…

You were an orphan. You never knew your “parents” were afraid of your ability. They thought you were some kind of monster or demon and sold you to the highest bidder. A rich businessman who made you shape shift and perform and treated you like an animal. You hated every single day of your life there, but you did make friends with the members of the troupe.

One day one the youngest members learned that you were to be sold to a rich man in the audience after the next night’s show. You didn’t want to leave your family and were worried on what would happen to the other performers.

That night you couldn’t sleep at all trying to think of a way out of your fate when you heard a commotion outside your quarters. You rushed out of your hammock to see what was going on.

You were faced with the sight of what looked to be two men in school uniforms single handedly beating up your master’s goons. You ran back before they could notice you and told everyone to hide. You didn’t know who they were or what they wanted but you weren’t willing to take the risk.

All of a sudden everything got quiet. You were practically holding your breath from where you were hiding in case they heard you. Suddenly you heard the crash of someone kicking down the door, and in walked a tall man with black, white and magenta hair.

He found where you were hiding and flashed a fanged smile. He introduced himself as Doppio Dropscythe the disciplinarian at XSOLIEL Institute of Infinity and that he was here to rescue you. He held his hand out to you, and despite not understanding what was going on or who this man was…you took his hand. (Aka author chan doesn’t wanna keep dwelling on this scene so we’re moving on)

6 months later and you’re loving your new life and new friends at XSOLIEL. Ever since they rescued you Doppio had done everything in his power to make you happy and love life again and you two were as thick as thieves. You were so close in fact that you had started to fall for him.

You had been confiding in your other best friend Kotoka (you two bonded really quickly over your similar powers) about your crush. She shipped you guys hard, and knew for a facf that Doppi wanted to ask you too but, too nervous.

However after a bit of hyping up from his friends he finally did. He showed up to your dorm in his 6’2 (187 cm) glory (he bumped his head on the way in), got on one knee with a bouquet of (insert favorite flower here), and asked you out in a very heart felt Doppio style monologue. And you said yes.

Since then you two have been the power couple of XSOLIEL. Him on student council and you on the basketball court. You two also team up for missions as well and dominate your enemies.

Dates usually consist of video games, playing sports outside, and cooking. You two love to hang out with your friends but Doppi can pick up when you’ve had enough and make up an excuse for you guys to leave. He also takes care of spiders for you although begrudgingly. (You’re on your own for cockroaches though)

Have fun with this big innocent goofball.

This one was fun and pretty easy to write. Hope you like it

Runners Up: Vox Akuma, Luca Kaneshiro

#multi fandom blog #multifandom #multifandom account #multifandom writer #multi fandoms posts #multifandom fanfiction #matchups #multifandom x reader #multifandom imagines #xsoliel #doppio dropscythe #doppio dropscythe x reader

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wwalkingcontradiction · 1 month

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My blood boiled when I heard someone in my class say “why do 3rd world countries still exist with all the technology we have?” BECAUSE WE ENSLAVED AND KILLED THEIR PEOPLE HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO AND NOW WE ARE STILL ACTIVELY EXPLOITING THEM AND RUINING THEIR ECONOMY FUCK YOUUUUUUUU

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seijorhi · 3 months

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THE LOVE OF MY LIFE I HEARD ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!! HAPPIEST TIME AND DAY FOR YOUUUUUUUU

WE LOVE YOU MOST 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

<33 ily nonnie!

#rhi answers

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the-primordials · 2 years

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The Primordials:

"A villain is just a victim, whose story has yet to be told."

18+ Only.

The Primordials, is a Dark Fantasy, Romance interactive novel set in Eden, a fictional world where life is nothing more than a fleeting reality, before the void. You once were the only being in existence for eons. But that all changed the day your siblings were born. They were your joy, and the light in your darkness. Then 'HE' was born. 'He' was the first being to ever challenge your authority. The first to dethrone you. 'He' took everything and everyone from you.

Ever since then all've you known was the cold empty loneliness of your prison, …your tomb. 'He' stole a life, a story, somebodies dreams. No! 'He' stole yours, not somebodies! But there is nothing you could do. You're all alone now. It's dark. It's cold. It's wet. And above all else, you can't breathe, you can't move. How long have you been like this? Six hours? Ten seconds? You don't quite know… you lost count a long, long time ago. When will this suffering end? Why you? Why? WhY? wHy? WHY? WHY YOU?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY YOU?! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!? WHY? WHY YOUUUUUUUU?! WHY!!! WHY??? WHY!!!??? WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY?! ..CRACK… WHY.. YOU!? …..

PSSSHT… CRACK… thump… thump… thump… Thump… THUMP!!! Those are the first sounds you've heard since… since… well forever! But you don't care what is making all those noises! All you care about, is the fact it sounds like freedom to you. You'll finally taste it. You can already smell it, the sweet scent of revenge on the horizon. And you'll finally see ...'HIM'...

In this game you play as the Void Primordial ruler of the empty, they who existed before all creation. You've been imprisoned for eons by another Primordial who took the crown of top dog. But now with a modern day world just outside your tomb. Humans and their curious fingers, have dug up something that should have just stayed buried.

" Revenge sounds so mean, that's why I prefer to call it; 'Returning the Favour'. "

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Romances

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Other Characters Of Importance

FEATURES

• Play as Male OR Female

• Be straight, gay or bisexual.

• Choose your human appearance from eye colour to body build, height, skin tone, to even your hair details.

• Choose from 7 godly weapons, each corresponding to a different and unique Primordial form. Each bringing their own flavour text and special scenes.

• Choose from 3 different paths you will take as you traverse this beautiful yet foreign world.

• Romance 1 of 7 unique and memorable characters. A God who believes everyone has good in them. A broken Prince who creates walls of ice around a heart that's to kind for this world. Perhaps a beautiful succubus, who carries more pain within herself than one should ever have to? Or maybe a curious nerdy yet brave mortal, who believes where there is mystery there is adventures to be had? No? Then, perhaps a one-sided lover yearning for affection that has yet to be reciprocated. If that's not what you want? How about a friend who has been with you since before the beginning of reality itself? Or are you looking for something a little more... otherworldly? Like an earthling turned Goddess, for example?

• Have ridiculously overpowered fights with gods, monsters, beings that should not exist, to even mortals that should not wield the power they do.

• But remember, time is not on your side. For your enemies won't wait for you, now that they know you are awake once more.

#The Primordials #2nd WIP #choicescript #choice of games #monsters #Gods #ROMANCE #Death #Gore #Revenge...#interactive story #if wip #cyoa

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writingwarden · 2 years

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Chase

Ticci Toby x Reader

Summary- Well, that’s one way to confess your feelings

A/n- This story was cross posted on Wattpad and Ao3

Word Count- 515

Me and Toby had been fighting for a while now. I can’t even remember what about anymore. He has always been a little shit. But, he’s handy to have around. So why do I find myself falling for him. He is one of the only people (Other than Tim and Sally) that I could talk to.

Speak of the devil.

“Wassup fucker!” he said jumping next to me on the couch. “Don’t make me eviscerate you.” I said before punching him in the stomach. I knew what was about to happen so I jumped up and took off towards the kitchen, where I hoped Tim or Slender would be.

“Oh I'm gonna fuckin get you!” I heard him running after me. I got to the kitchen and much to my misfortune, no one was there. I was about to turn and run when I was slammed to a wall. “Caught youuuuuuuu.”

“Hey! Not cool!” I tried to get free. He only smirked at me. I want to kiss him so bad. Wait no, what was I thinking. Not the time, Focus. “Nah, it’s funny seeing you mad.”

“Oh then I'm about to be real fucking adorable.”

I said before head butting him in the chin. I knew it wouldn't hurt him but he stumbled back a little before I saw that look in his eyes. The one that meant I was about to regret living. “Oh shit, uh, gotta blast.” I took off toward the front door.

I managed to get a bit into the woods before I slowed down. Just as I stopped and thought I was safe I'm once again slammed to a tree. Classic, really just fine and dandy. I look at him, and it looks like he has barely broken a sweat.

“That was really funny (y/n), but right now, I don’t really don’t know if I want to kiss you or throw you into next week.” He said while getting closer to my face. Our noses almost touching. Faster than my brain can realize what I'm saying I blurt out “How about both?”

His lips are on mine before I could blink. I couldn’t help but melt into it. They were surprisingly soft against mine. He grabbed the back of my legs and lifted me up. As we pulled back for the tragically needed thing called air I heard a cough to the left of us. We both turn our heads to see Tim and Brian looking at us. I could practically feel the silent rage rolling off of Tim.

Brian looked at us and said “Finally. I’m happy for you. Now can you guys get a room instead of suckin 'face in the woods?” Toby quickly put me down and laughed sheepishly. Tim started walking towards us slowly.

“If you hurt them, I'll make you wish you were dead. But for now, you have till the count of three to get running. The both of you”

Oh fuck, we looked at each other.

“One.”

We took off towards the mansion faster than Lj can teleport.

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