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treasureofmammon · 2 months

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✨️🐱🐶 Fluffy and furry friends 🐶🐱✨️

I was feeling uninspired, but many of you gave me great ideas when I asked. The first one here is from @adelha-mathilde. You got big brain! 🧠

👥️Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, MC (gn!reader), Solomon (mentioned).

⚠️Warnings: Fluff & fun. Cuteness. For all types of readers, except if you don't like animals such as cats and dogs.

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✨️ Intro ✨️

The task at hand is hard, as usual. Your teacher, Solomon, has asked you to turn yourself into a kitten or a puppy and find a secret from each one of the House of Lamention's inhabitants. If one of these can be a little secret from Lucifer that pushes him into forming a pact, the better; though, you know that won't be the case.

Especially when the incantation is not giving any results. You pronounce every word in the spell as best as you can, reading word by word from the magic book that Satan lent you: —Gusts of wind, spirit of the Earths, hear me out, I'm the sorcerer Y/N who commands to turn this one into a cat!—. Once again and for the nth time: no results.—What is it that I'm doing wrong?!— you say at loud, pouting, your pretty face now reflecting disappointment and frustration. —Am I reciting the wrong spell?—, you flip through the pages, sadden by your apparent lack of success.

Meanwhile, an army of puppies and kittens pops out of nowhere in the entrance of the house, when...

💙 Lucifer 💙

... when Lucifer enters the room, finally able to come home after a long day of work. However, his pristine and proudful aura is met by the adorable sight. Completely shocked by the unexpected surprise, he tries to keep his cool, but his heart is now divided between anger against whoever brought these creatures here and gentleness for these adorable beings. Especially when there's a cute little puppy, quite similar to Cerberus may I add, pulling one of his shoe laces. Lucifer finally gives in. He chuckles and picks up the little one, his hands meet with a kind and cozy warmth. Carefully, he brings the puppy to his chest and pets its little head. —It's not your fault that you were brought here, isn't it?—. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against the puppy's head, but the cute fluffy thing quickly escapes Luci's gesture and licks his nose, which just brings more laughter from the eldest of the demon brothers. —You are so adorable. Although I'm afraid I'll have to severely punish whomever brought you and your friends here—, his excitement now mixes up with his eagerness to find the culprit, and his sadistic side comes to light. Although the puppy doesn't really care, too busy to sense such aura when it's licking Lucifer's handsome face.

💛 Mammon 💛

... when Mammon quietly enters the house, trying not to be caught by any of his brothers, especially Lucifer. Yes, it's true he has spent some all of the money on his gambling and yes, he might have taken a couple of expensive vases from the house to get, and subsequently loose their value in money, but he's sure next time at the casino he'll be able to get them back. So, there's nothing to worry about! Right? But, to avoid any unnecessary questioning and even punishment, he observes from the main door's threshold to all the visible corners of the house before going inside, and thinks "clear" once he notices none of his brothers are around. Then, he enters in his tiptoes and closes the door slowly to make no sounds. Although, his thoughts and his sneaky escape to his room are interrupted by a small, cute little "meow". Mammon freeze, and slowly, his gorgeous face turns to his left, seeking the cause of such adorable sound, just to find an army of kittens and puppies in the entry. Mammon forgets his shady business and immediately melts in an audible "Aw". He sits on the floor, not even questioning why or how did these adorable creatures ended up in his house entry; he lets himself be approached by every single one, petting each little cutie and giving each names that he will either confuse or forget. Although, if by any chance one of his brothers shows up, he'll quickly return to his tough façade and pretend he didn't just talked to the adorable beings with a weird high-pitched voice, holding and even kissing them all.

🧡 Leviathan 🧡

... when Levi walks down the stairs. After hours and hours of speed-running a game, he finally noticed his hunger; so he decided to go for a snack in the kitchen. However, he hadn't even come down the stairs when he noticed the adorable army of creatures in his house's entry. —Wh-What in the-?—, he says to himself, surprised. He walks down the stairs and slowly approaches the group, confused and intrigued. A cute puppy comes his way and Levi backs down a little, thinking that this sight might be a trap; but when the dog smells his shoes and then looks up with a cute canine grin, Levi relaxes. He squats next to the cute fluffy thing and pets him with care. —You are not as cute as my Henry 2.0, but you're incredibly adorable still—. Levi chuckles as he picks up the puppy in his arms, letting it lick his pretty face. Although he has questions, there's no harm in enjoying this refreshing visit, isn't it?

💚 Satan 💚

... when Satan enters the room. Coming from the house's library where he was researching some old spell books to get inspiration on his next attack silly prank to Lucifer, Satan freezes at the sight. His usually stoic and serious personality melts away as he sees these cute little puppies and kittens.

—I-is this a dream, or is this real?!—

As expected, the demon loses his rationality and gives in to his weakness immediately, loving every little bit of whatever is happening. He'll not question this lucky encounter, rather, he'll take the time to pet each fluffy friend, especially the kittens; he'll hold them all, name them, feed them, pet them and even kiss them. As if in a trance between high-pitched phrases and awes, he won't notice anything or anyone else around him, just his army of fluffy and furry friends.

🩷 Asmodeus 🩷

... when Asmodeus comes down the stairs. After a refreshing five hours long bath and several beauty routines, Asmo is finally ready to make dinner since he's on cooking duty tonight. In a little rush, he comes down the stairs, not noticing the large group of puppies and kittens until he steps the downstairs floor. Asmo gasps and then screams delighted: —AH! SO CUTE!—. He then wastes no time and takes pictures and selfies with each one of the fluffy things until satisfied. Dinner long forgotten, especially when a cute little poodle puppy approaches him constantly for more pets and kisses, which Asmodeus obviously delivers. —Aw! You're so adorable! You want more from me, the most gorgeous being in all realms, don't you? Here!—, he gives the tiny dog a small peck in its little head. Satisfied, Asmo gently hugs the baby, who licks his beautiful hands until it falls asleep in his arms. Lucky puppy!

❤️ Beelzebub ❤️

... when Beelzebub enters the room, coming from the kitchen to his and Belphie's room after rummaging and emptying the fridge. Beel has a couple of snacks in his hand that he drops in surprise as he notices the large group of puppies and kittens. —Uh-oh...—, he says, looking all around him, making sure none of his eldest brothers are around, thinking about how can he protect these adorable creatures from the cold and ruthless Devildom, before anyone else kicks them out.

Nonetheless, his train of thought is interrupted as a cute puppy reaches to him, standing in its two hind legs while gently scratching Beel's leg for his attention. Beelzebub smiles gently and picks up the little guy just to be licked by it. Beel chuckles but immediately realizes that the puppy is trying to lick the crumbs around his mouth. So, without hesitation, Beel prepares a huge pot of food for all his new family members. After that, he'll hide them and maybe even play with the fluffy babies before letting them sleep with Belphie, who will probably enjoy the warmth.

💜 Belphegor 💜

... when Belphegor gets in the entry room. He was still half asleep after waking up from his long nap in the living room and slowly walking to his bed when he noticed the army of kittens and puppies. Belphegor smiles gently and quickly sits on the floor, letting all the adorable creatures approach him. He pets and cuddle each one of them, laughing when these make something funny or letting a big "Aw" out when they make something cute.

The furry creatures bring Belphie a lot of peace and warmth that he can't slip past. So he slowly lays down on the floor and starts to slumber, feeling his power get to the kittens and puppies as well; they start to move around Belphie to fall asleep with their new friend, until the silence fills the house once again.

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[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning this is fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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heeseung-min · 10 months

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Hey! I have an idea you can try out like a drabble or thought or a full fic when the s/o act like they got the sherlock syndrome but they do not and that was their plan to escape but did they escape or not it up to you decide it it just a thought of mine i think you will able to write. i think this idea would suit more on enhypen sunghoon or jay but i think it can also be for txt.

Hi hi thanks for the request🤗 I hope you enjoy this

[21:39]

"If you listen to me, you will never be like this."

"I don't like hurting you. So, you better be good before I killed your sister in front of you."

"You asked for it, y/n."

Those were the words you would hear everytime you cause a trouble. Everytime you try to run from the house, he eventually caught you before you can even go far. Each time that happened, he will punished you badly. Whether it is physical or mental, he will make sure you learn the lesson.

And that's why you decided to stop doing it. Stop trying to find a way. Stop causing a trouble. At first, your sick husband being skeptical thinking that you tried to fool him. However, it's been months you acted like that. You listened to him and being affection towards him and that made him believed that you finally submit to him.

"Y/n, what do you want to eat for dinner?"

"Can we get Chinese foods, Hoonie?"

"Sure, my angel. Come here. We can watch movie while waiting for it to arrive."

"You know, I'm glad that you finally listen."

You stared at Sunghoon who was eating his meal. He gulped the food before talking again.

"I'm happy that you finally understand me."

Your boyfriend looked really happy. His expression reminded you from the first year you guys being in relationship. You wondered how can he changed to this personality.

"I realized you are right. About the world is more dangerous and I could get hurt if I go outside. I'm sorry for not listening to you earlier."

Sunghoon's heart couldn't be more happier when you said that. He watched you smiled fondly at him and continue enjoying your food.

"I will leave and be back before dinner. Do you want me to buy anything?"

"Nope, I'm good. Be safe."

"I will and you be good. Okay?"

"Yes, my love."

Sunghoon kissed you before he went out of the house. You smirked when he finally left the house. You will use this opportunity to run away from him.

Before this when Sunghoon goes out, you will go out from the house and search a way for you to run without easily get caught. Then, you will be back immediately before Sunghoon back to make sure he didn't feel any suspicious. You had planned this for months and now finally you can use the route.

You changed your clothes to more casual so you can move easily since the area you need to go is the forest.

You started your journey with some snacks and water for your energy. The walk was a bit dangerous since there might be some wild animals and you still aren't familiar with the area. You keep walking for hours and rest for few minutes in between before you saw an inn meters away from you. You ran immediately to the place thinking that you finally escape from Sunghoon.

The inn looked empty since you didn't see any cars or travelers around. You walked closer to a young man that just came out from a room. He looked attractive even though his attire just ordinary. His sharp jaw made him more handsome.

"Um, excuse me?"

He turned to you. Looking confusely. Probably because he didn't expect anyone at this time.

"Yeah, how can I help you?"

"Well, I have a problem and I need a ride to town. Can you please send me there?"

"Hmm, I don't have any vehicle that can be used now. How about this, you stay at my inn for a night and tomorrow you can share ride with one of my customers. He often send home essentials every morning so I can ask for him to send you."

Well, it's not really bad even though you hope you can go to the town now. You agreed with his suggestion before following him to your room.

"Can I borrow your phone too?"

"You...don't have a phone?"

"Ye-yeah. It's broken before I came here."

He stared weirdly at you before shrugging. He showed the old phone that was located inside your room.

"You can use that phone."

"But...it looks old."

"So? It still can be used. Don't worry."

You sighed and just went inside. The room is not big but good for staying for a while. You rested your body on the floor. You can't wait to finally out from this place and Sunghoon. You have been waiting for this to happen. Before you completely sleep, you tried to call your sister. You felt awkward using the old phone at first but you got it eventually.

You groaned after the you failed to connect with her few times. You tried to think positive maybe the line here is not really good so that's why it's hard for you to reach her.

You sleep peacefully that night thinking you finally can be free.

You woke up when you felt someone was caressing your hair. Your eyes slowly opened up as you still felt sleepy. You saw someone sitting beside you. You blinked once again before started to see the clear picture.

When you recognized the person was Sunghoon, you shockingly woke up and backed away from him until your back touched the wall.

"Ho-how..."

"You really make me angry, Y/n."

Sunghoon just stared at you. There was no expression showing on his face. But, you knew better that he will not let this matter down just like that. Since you betrayed his trust, you will face harder punishment than before.

"Sunghoon- oh, you finally woke up."

You turned to the inn owner. He looked at you with bright smile.

"I'm sorry I didn't recognize you yesterday. When Sunghoon called and asked me, I finally remember who you are so I called him here."

You wanted to throw up. Panic started to increase and you felt suffocating. You can't move since you were still in daze so Sunghoon pulled you up and brought you out from the room. His hold on you was very tight that you could felt it started to bruise.

"Thanks for taking care of her, Jay."

"You are welcome. Make sure she will not run away this time."

"Oh, I am sure she can't go anywhere anymore."

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Sunghoon brought you to the basement. You smell a very strong smell when you entered the place. He didn't say anything from the time both of you were in the car until now and that's really scared you. You rather he shouted at you than being silent.

He stopped moving when both of you reached in front of punchbag. Two punchbags to be exact. You glancing confusely at Sunghoon before watching him took something from a drawer. A knife. He took out a knife and put your hand on the handle.

"I want you to choose between these bags."

"What...what do you mean?"

"Choose Y/n. Don't make me more angry at you."

He left you stood alone between the punchbags and went to sit on the couch near you. You still stood clueless and you looked to Sunghoon demanded details.

"Choose one of the bags and I want you to stab on it."

You didn't like where is this going. This is not how he usually do when he wanted to punish you. Why...why he looked so calm? You didn't like this situation.

"Hoon....I still don't understand."

Sunghoon sighed and decided to go behind you and hugged your body while his hands holding yours at the same time. You can felt his breath behind your ear.

"Let me help you then. Now, choose y/n. Left or right?"

"Hoon, I- I can't do this. You can hit me or do anything like what you used to. Please."

"Choose. I'm serious this time, y/n. Choose."

You were already in sobbing state but your boyfriend ignored it and still waiting for you to speak. You calm yourself down before staring at the punchbags in front of you. Why would he made you do this? Did he asked you to choose what type of punishment you will get? You gulped down your nervous and stated what have you decided.

"The...the right one."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You made a good choice then."

Without saying more, he jerked forward your right hand to stab the punchbag that you chose. However, as you focused more you saw liquid dripping from inside. You dropped the knife when you realized the liquid was blood. When Sunghoon took his hands off, you fell down to the floor with your hands shaking badly. Your boyfriend smirked and whispered to you.

"Should we take a look what's inside, Y/n?"

You wanted to say no but all the courage inside you has gone. You watched Sunghoon took the knife and sliced the punchbag until something or more to someone fell on top of you. You screamed and closed your eyes when the blood hit your face.

"Open your eyes baby. See it."

Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw a pair of very familiar eyes staring at you. You screamed again and threw the body to the floor beside you when you recognized it was your sister. Your dead sister was in front of you right now. You suddenly threw up and felt the tightness on your chest. You crawled to your sister and sat beside her body while holding her head.

"Unnie. Please, wake up. I'm sorry I didn't mean it. Unnie, please. WAKE UP PLEASE AAARGHHH"

You tapped her cheeks few times trying to help regain her concsciousness back. Even though you knew, there was no pulse nor slow breath from her.

"WAKE UP!!! I'm- I'm sorry I didn't mean to do it. I don't want to do this."

You turned to Sunghoon with full of rage. He didn't react and just waited for you to do or say something.

"You...you asshole. How dare you? HOW DARE YOU KILL MY SISTER!!!"

"I killed her? Are you forgot that you were the one who chose it. You made the choice, Y/n. You killed your own sister with your hands"

"NO! I DID NOT! YOU MADE ME KILLED HER."

"Look at your hands now, baby. It's your sister's blood and look at me, it's clean unlike you."

Once again, you started to hyperventilate and started to hit your head and chest trying to get rid of the tightness. You suddenly heard voices talking.

'You killed her'

'You shouldn't betray Sunghoon'

'This is your fault'

'Now suffer the consequence'

"Ahhh stop talking!! I didn't kill her!"

You hit yourself many times to protect yourself from the voices. You screamed and sobbing when it became worse. You moved to Sunghoon while still on your knee and hugged his leg begging for help.

"Make it...make it stop Hoon..I- I can't hold it. Please."

Within few seconds, you passed out after Sunghoon jabbed the needle he was holding on your neck. He called someone to clean the mess and carried you upstairs.

_____

You woke up from the sleep after few hours. You felt like you just had a worst nightmare ever. But then, when you looked on your clothes and hands you realized it's not a dream. The blood stain is still there and you felt like shitty remembering what happened back in the basement.

You sat on the bed quietly until you saw Sunghoon came in with small towel and bowl of water. He didn't say anything and just clean your face and hands from the blood. He also changed your dirty clothes to a new one and sat in front of you after finished doing it.

Both of you didn't talk. You looked down to your fiddling fingers and Sunghoon just stared at you. As like he knew you wanted to say something but you are afraid to do so. At last, you lifted your head and looked at him.

"What...what do you do to my sister?"

Oh, how soft your voice. Sunghoon melted at the sound of it. He caressed your face and leaned closer to you so he can kissed you.

"Bury her, of course. I would not keep corpse in this house, y/n."

It was a dumb question but you somehow really need assurance from Sunghoon that your sister finally not suffering anymore. You hope that he at least bury her at good place.

Sunghoon finally stood up. Before he walked away, he tied a cloth on your mouth and your hands to the bed. Again, you felt confuse with the act. He went to the front bed and facing you. He stared at you or more to your legs.

"You will run away again."

He tapped on your left leg.

"I don't want that to happen."

He tapped on your right leg.

"So, I should prevent you from moving."

You screamed out loud when you felt your bone on the right foot broken. You were trashing on the bed trying to let yourself off from the rope. It hurts so much and you started to cry because of the pain.

"Now, you can't run away anymore."

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Wow, did i wrote that😱😲 i hope you guys enjoy tho😁😁😁

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 2 years

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hii, your Shane and Emily falling in love is soo cute, can you make one for Sebastian pls?

Sebastian Falling in Love with the Farmer

Thank you!! Of course. I hope you like it. :)

At first, he's a bit skeptical. I mean, Pelican Town of all places? Either you're a country bumpkin or a greedy money-maker like Morris. Neither are his cup of tea. He tries to keep his distance at first, but it's hard when you keep giving him gifts and talking to him every day.

He realises he likes you one night at the saloon. He caught himself thinking about how pretty you are and that's when he had his 'oh, shit' moment. He immediately goes red-faced, drawing everyone's attention. Sam is especially confused. He asks Sebastian a lot of questions until the man looks like a tomato.

Abigail catches on pretty quickly. They start teasing him about it all the time, nudging him and pointing to you whenever you're around, snickering whenever they see him staring, and so on. But they do provide some solid advice: just talk to them!

And so, Sebastian tries to talk to you. At first, he's a bit awkward. He's never been much of a talker, even to his friends, but a crush? No way. Somehow, though, he learns to cover his feelings up, leading you to think he lost interest.

He loves teaching you about frogs. He comes to your house on rainy days and offers to show you the best places for finding them. You learn about all the different types, what they eat, how they defend themselves, and so on. You might even get a pet frog for a while! But not too long, they need to go back home eventually.

"This is a green tree frog. They're pretty common around here, you've probably seen one before. They've got all sorts of animals in the zoo in Zuzu city."

You look over his shoulder while he's working one day to find he's made a little digital model of you. He's super embarrassed and tries to delete it immediately. He'll only keep it if you insist (but he makes another one anyway). He'll teach you to code, too! Only the basics, he has enough work to do on his own without teaching a new person from scratch.

You catch him staring a lot. Usually, he's too caught up in his daydreams to notice, but when he does, he'll avoid you for a while. In fact, avoiding you is his main response to being caught doing anything. You flirt with him? You won't see his face for the next week.

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I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I just cannot think of anything. I don't usually befriend Seb cause he's always in his damn room, so I don't know him the best. Once again, so sorry! But thank you for the ask!!

#sdv headcanons #sdv #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley #sdv sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #sdv sebastian x reader #ieatsmallorphansnamedtom #IM SORRY FOR THE DELAY #ITS PROBABLY NOTHING BUT I FINISH MOST MAX 30MIN AFTER I SEE IT

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thelampisaflashlight · 1 year

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Cinnamon

[Mountain reflects on his feelings towards Dew over the years.] Below the cut.

Mountain will admit, when he first met Dew, his feelings towards him were... not the best.

When he was summoned, Dew had lashed out at everyone who got near him -ripping and tearing without mercy, growling like a wounded animal- to the extent that even Omega struggled to restrain him.

Mountain had gotten cut up pretty badly just trying to prevent him from mauling one of the siblings assisting in his ritual, and while he would gladly let himself be torn up to save the life of one of the clergy, it hadn't exactly given him the greatest opinion of Dew.

It would have been easy for Mountain to write him off as just another feral ghoul, but Aether, who'd managed to sedate the crazed imp in the midst of the chaos, had told him to treat him... gently.

"Gentle?? That little fucker almost tore Brother Elijah's throat out, and you want me to be ge-"

"I almost did the same damn thing when I was summoned, Mount." Aether said, interrupting his tirade, "Look, man, he's... he's scared... and from what I saw before Omega took over, something is very wrong with him."

"You don't say." Mountain scoffed.

"Mountain, I'm serious." Aether sighed, "Just... let him be for a little bit, and be nice if he approaches you, okay? Don't be a dick and scare him off."

"When have I ever-"

"Ifrit."

Mountain sniffed.

"Fair enough."

Mountain wouldn't say he purposefully avoid Dew back then, he just happened to have other things to do in places where Dew was not...

And then Dew just had to go out of his way and find him.

The earth ghoul hadn't even noticed his approach, until Dew tugged on his sleeve... offering him a clump of grass?

"...Thank you?" he said, cautiously taking the wad of lawn clippings and dirt from him.

Dew shook his head, pointing at the pile.

"What is wha-Oh!" Mountain gestured at the dirt in his palm, "It's, uh... well the green stuff is grass, bit of clover in there, too, very nice, good for the bees, and the rest is... mud."

Dew tilted his head, then nodded, seeming to understand.

He stood there for a moment, hands finding their way behind his back, looking around at their surroundings before clever amber eyes caught something and he pointed once more.

"That's a leaf, oak leaf from the looks of it... there's a lot of different kinds of them actually-"

Mountain isn't sure how long he talked to Dew about plants for, but it had apparently been long enough for the others to come looking for them, worried that the two might have been tearing into each other, or, as Omega had fretted about the most...

"Oh thank the dark lord they're not fucking."

As time went on, it was easier to talk to Dew, even if the smaller ghoul didn't do much talking back.

He was quieter back then, and Mountain can recall Mist coaching him on how to speak, because he seemed incapable of doing so... though it was hard to say what the cause of his muteness had been.

He would open his mouth to speak, but would close it just as quickly.

When he did start talking, it was hard to get him to stop, and truth be told, no one wanted him to.

Alpha, who normally had a smaller tolerance for "bullshit", would let him babble in his ear about this or that, looking at him so lovingly that it was obvious even he had developed a soft spot for the little water ghoul.

Mountain was still on the fence though.

Even if Dew had become a staple in his day to day, he was still... dubious.

There was something about Dew that just felt off, and Mountain couldn't for the life of him pinpoint the exact cause of his concerns...

Until he smelled him.

Dew had always smelled like a cool ocean breeze, tinged with an icy scent he couldn't quite get a handle on, but somewhere under the frost, there was something burning.

A spice that made Mountain breathe a little deeper each time he got close to him.

It was crisp and sweet, but felt, at the same time, warm and inviting, like a fresh baked apple pie...

Actually.

"It's cinnamon." He said out of the blue one afternoon, having gone through nearly the entire spice rack in the ghouls' kitchen, and, fuck, did the others look at him funny back then.

But it made so much sense.

Dew smelled like cinnamon.

And Mountain had never been particularly fond of cinnamon.

Even still...

He could learn to like it.

Learn to like Dew.

It took time, but, when Dew left and came back... not broken, but in need of putting back together, Mountain was there.

There was no doubt in his mind that he would stand by him.

Every ache and pain.

Every bitter word formed from grief.

Every cry in the night...

And then the sleepwalking started.

It was scary and no one knew what to do about it.

And then Mountain thought, "He should have a roommate."

And suddenly, Dew was in his room, sharing his space, and...

And he didn't hate it.

He didn't hate Dew.

He...

He doesn't hate Dew.

#Lamp writes #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain x dewdrop #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #sheetrock is a brand of drywall

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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could i please request trey, riddle, rook, idia, and malleus reacting to their s/o wanting to learn about/participate in one of their hobbies?

Hello! This is pretty wholesome, thank you for the ask!

Trey, Riddle, Rook, Idia, Malleus with an s/o who is interested in their hobbies

Trey

He likes baking, but surprisingly his character bio says he likes to "brush his teeth" as a hobby? Let's just say that s/o was interested in baking haha

He would be glad to teach you! He will tell you that oyster sauce is the secret ingredient when teaching you how to make a tart base. Of course, you have to catch this as him lightly teasing you, he'll wink at you and say "Ah you caught me, good eye, chef."

The two of you end up making a tart together, sharing it once it's finished. It becomes sort of a tradition to make something new every once in a while together after that.

I feel like though he's a really careful guy, he might have too much fun talking with you or teasing you that he forgets about the baked goods in the oven and it almost causes the school to burn down haha.

Riddle

Riddle likes to tend to hedgehogs! Who wouldn't want to do that honestly haha. Anyways, s/o heard of Heartslabyul having hedgehogs, and, because they weren't in the same house, decided to come by when Riddle was tending to them

If they show interest in learning how to tend to them, Riddle would be more than happy to teach them the proper things to do. He might be a bit strict, but you can see how much he cares for the little animals with how careful he is with them.

He thinks you look super cute trying your best to get them comfortable in your hands and eventually near your lap. You'll catch him smiling softly at you.

He might invite you over more whenever he's tending to them. It's a way for him to de-stress with you and catch up with you on anything. You get to see a soft side of the strict dorm leader so cherish the moments!

Rook

Rook likes to watch plays, and if you happen to be a theater person too, he would offer you to come with him to a play instead of the other way around. He has two tickets before you even say yes btw.

You guys probably go in-depth about the director's choices on each actor/actresses' positions onstage and some of the stage-lighting directions too. The two of you stay up all night talking about these kinds of things too.

I can imagine the two of you reciting lines when passing by each other in the hallways too haha. It's sort of like inside jokes for the two of you.

He'll try to go to a theater performance with you whenever he can. The two of you might be in the regular seating area or in a private box, who knows! Either way, you guys have a great time, sitting next to each other and watching the story unfold onstage.

Idia

Unsurprisingly, Idia's hobby is pc gaming, and if you happen to show even the slightest interest in joining him, he'll be over the moon about it. Watch him gush about which games you guys can play together haha.

You both play online together a lot. I'm sure if you stream or have any online friends/fans, people speculate if the two of players "Gloomurai" and "(insert username here)" are dating haha.

You guys are probably a power couple when in the same team, no matter what kind of a game it is (be it a first-person shooter type or a mmorpg). But sometimes, you guys like to watch each other play individually.

I'm sure Idia loves gaming with you so much and being able to geek out a bit. But because of this, the two of you barely get any sleep. Crewel might point this out if you guys show up to class with heavy dark circles for a month haha.

Malleus

Malleus likes exploring ruins, which is an interesting hobby and one where the two of you guys can spend a lot of time together. He's super happy when you tell him you want to accompany him on a trip one day.

He'll lead the way on most occasions, mainly because he chooses which area to explore but also because he wants to protect you if anything jumps out and potentially harms you.

Expect a lot of calm vibes while you guys are together. I can see the two of you sitting on top of a high broken pillar, watching the sunset. You're resting your head on his shoulder and he has an arm around you. It's really wholesome!

Overall, he's super happy he doesn't have to be alone when doing his hobby anymore! He'll offer you to accompany him every single time from then on.

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dingbatnix · 3 months

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Slime

Who's ready for some angst?

So anyway I have a different fic (the snippet I posted just a second ago) I wanted to do for valentine's, but that one is nowhere near finished, and this one is, so. Y'know.

It's kinda badly written, buuuut I don't care. I'm so very tired o~0

Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings:: Fear of death, dehumanization, ect.

Word Count: 3,070

Karl can't speak in his gummy/true form—which I've decided to use for angst.

He is a relative of the slime family, kinda like Slimecicle, but Karl can’t really control his form when he’s stressed/has lost too much mass. He mostly violet/purple, but his limbs do have a slight gradient to blue/teal. He is much younger than Slimecicle, and has not lived in a hole for centuries, so he has a much, much better understanding of retaining a human form and shape than Charlie does.

So anyway, he gets stuck in his true form for some reason, like exhaustion or stress.

It's equated to damage, like slime hybrids in osmp. He gets attacked by a mob of zombies, loses his ability to retain human-ish shape, and loses enough mass to be small, like a foot tall small. If he had enough to eat, and wasn't super stressed, maybe he'd be able to gain back enough mass to become his human self again, but, as it is, he can't.

And he can't speak, either. His two fiancés, Sap and Q, don't know about his true form, and he's scared of what they might do to him if they catch him (while Sap and Q are very kind to him, in his human form, he didn't want to risk it. Quackity had a mean streak twenty miles wide, and Sapnap did enjoy killing things. Especially pets. What if he got mistaken for a hostile mob? He was a slime, after all) so, he tries to hide in Kinoko.

But! After a few too many close calls, he decides that it would be better for him to go somewhere else, so he travels out of Kinoko into the main Smp. This leads to him getting caught by some curious people (Tubbo, Ranboo, and Michael) who think that Karl's just a strange, somewhat intelligent, mob. They end up keeping him in a cage as a cool new pet, and poor Karl doesn't have anything to write with or signify that he's not an animal, dangit. A pencil wouldn't really be much use, because he didn't actually have fingers in his slime form, but still. He could have worked it out.

The teens weren't so bad, he supposed, but they treat him like he’s a cat or a dog or something, and it just feels demeaning. So, he devises a plan to escape. It’s really not that hard, actually, he just has to squish his malleable body through the bars of his kennel and make his way out the door. The snow outside poses a bit of a problem for his semi-liquid body, but he is the consistency of jello. It helps him a little bit, but some of his body mass freezes off, leaving him even smaller. Eventually, though, he manages to get out of the tundra and starts making his way back to Kinoko, because even if he gets caught and treated like a pet by Sap, Q and Goggy, at least it'd be safer. At least it'd be by people he trusted. At least it'd be by the people he loved. And even if they kill him, at least he wouldn’t have to live as somebody’s pet anymore.

Meanwhile, Sap and Q are freaking out, cause they can't find Karl anywhere, and it's bordering on four weeks that he's been missing. They’ve nearly turned the Smp upside-down looking for him, and unfortunately, nobody else has seen Karl, either.

So when Karl finally makes it out of the tundra, he still can't change back. He's just so stressed with everything going on, so when he eventually gets to Kinoko, he's faced with a choice: hide again, or show himself to try and communicate with the other residents of Kinoko.

He made the easy choice. He decides to find his fiancés.

The two were in the courtyard, Quackity reading through some documents piled next to him and Sapnap sparring against a training dummy. He approached them carefully, hiding behind barrels and building fixtures until he was close enough to reveal himself to Quackity. (He was not going near Sapnap with a sword, not when he looked like this. That was a good way to get cleaved in half.

He finally revealed himself to Quackity, stepping out from the shadows and tugging on the avian’s pant leg. Quackity shrieked, flailing enough to tip his wicker chair over and scatter his papers across the stones of the courtyard. Sapnap heard Quackity scream and was running in a flash, brandishing his sword towards Karl as he sprinted over.

Karl’s heart stopped. He had the opportunity to run, in the short time before Sanap arrived and speared him through, but…this was the first time he had seen either of his fiancés since he first got stuck like this. It had been nearly a month. And now, Sapnap was about to kill him, and they’d. They’d never know. They’d never know that it was him.

Karl’s legs wobbled, and then all but melted beneath his body. He threw his arms over his head and curled in on himself, his entire being quivering in fear and despair. He didn’t want to see Sapnap kill him, didn’t want to see one of the loves of his life deliver the final blow.

Sapnap skidded to a stop just as he reached them, head cocking in confusion as the little purple slime folded in on itself upon his arrival. The entire mass was wiggling, almost like it was afraid of him. Curiously, he poked it with the tip of his sword and was rewarded by it unfurling and trying to scramble away on its back. Beady little dot eyes blinked at him, wide and glimmering in the morning light.

"Hey! It's colored like one of Karl's hoodies! Like, y'know, the blue and purple one?" Sapanp realized, a grin spreading across his face as he shot a glance at Quackity. The avian, who had been crouched behind his overturned wicker chair, peeked over it at the slime's splayed out body. Sapnap was right. It did look like one of Karl’s hoodies.

“So it does,” he agreed, climbing to his feet and approaching Karl. “It…it seems more scared than hostile.” Karl nodded frantically at the avian’s words, scooching backwards as Quackity grew closer. Quackity paused in surprise and shared a look with Sapnap. He waved at the fireborn to put away his sword and turned back to the shivering slime on the ground.

“Hey,” he murmured, crouching slowly down to inspect the little slime. “Can you understand us?” At Karl’s hurried nod, a pensive frown stretched across his face. “...can you speak?”

Karl slowly shook his head, feeling strangely ashamed.

After some contemplation, he turned back to Sapnap with a curious expression on his face. “I think it’s like Charlie. Just…not quite as developed, maybe? Cause Charlie can talk, even when he’s small.”

Sapnap snorted out a small laugh. “Don’t let Charlie hear you say that. He’ll freak out over his ‘cover’ being blown.” All the same, he joined Quackity in inspecting Karl.

Karl deflated at the remark. While it wasn’t meant to hurt him, it still smarted. Charlie was older than he was! By several centuries! Of course he’d have better control over his body!

He waved his arms furiously, gesturing towards himself, and then towards Sapnap and Quackity. He was trying to tell them that it was him, that he was Karl, but they just didn’t seem to understand!

He couldn't sign either, he didn't. Have. Fingers.

He was still himself! He was still Karl…he guessed the others didn't realize that. He guessed they couldn't tell. They wouldn't have any reason to think that he, the strange little slime creature that wandered up to them, was their fiancé.

Unbidden, his eyes started to burn, and tears sprung to his eyes. Karl scrubbed at his eyes furiously. He didn't want to cry! Of all the things he couldn't do in his slime form, why wasn't crying one of them?!

"It's crying! Dude, I think you hurt its feelings! What do we do?" Sapnap exclaimed, tail twitching and flicking anxiously. Quackity shrugged, eyes guilty. “I dunno, man! I didn’t know slimes could cry! Charlie never has!”

Sapnap bit his lip, thinking, then scooped Karl up into his arms. “Hey, it’s okay, little guy. I know Quackity can be a dick sometimes, but don’t take it to heart. It’ll be okay, okay?” Sapnap ignored the affronted noise that the avian made and gently stroked his fingers over Karl’s head while making cooing noises. Karl took the gesture of comfort for what it was, burying his head against Sapnap’s chest and sobbing into the fireborn’s shirt. He poured the pent-up emotions of being trapped in a cage for days and treated like an animal, of being half frozen, of being afraid and unable to speak for weeks into Sapnap’s shirt, soaking it through with fluids he probably couldn’t afford to lose. If he kept crying like he was, he'd start losing more mass. He didn’t want that. Not when it was so hard to gain back.

Karl cries for a long, long while. Sapnap and Quackity don’t really know what to do, because that’s obviously not because of Quackity’s remark, but something that had built up over time.

They decide to take in the little slime, letting it live with them as long as it wanted to.

For Karl, their decision was a godsend, because he could rest and recover in a familiar place, with people he loved. He was allowed to roam wherever he wanted (which is a step up from the cage Tubbo had him in) and he stayed with at least one of his fiancés every day. Unfortunately, he was still stuck in his slime form, no matter what he tried.

Despite everything, Sapnap was rather…dense. And most of the time, Quackity was either busy with his affairs with Las Nevadas, or he was looking for Karl. Neither of them ever realized that he was with them, nearly all of the time.

And no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get his hands on an inked quill and a piece of paper. The frustration had reduced him to stinging tears, and it took him a while more before he gave up and accepted that he'd probably never get to tell his fiancés who he was.

It was fine. He would be fine.

He would.

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Quackity found himself becoming rather fond of the little slime over the few weeks it had been with them, and he was absolutely delighted on the days it decided to hang around with him. It usually alternated between himself and Sapnap, and sometimes didn’t go with either of them, but today it had decided to spend its time with him.

Right now, it was hanging from his neck like a sloth, or perhaps a koala would, as he made his way along one of the many paths of Las Nevadas. He was headed to the casino today, needing to do a checkup on the slot machines and make sure that nobody had tampered with anything.

A green, semi-translucent figure bounced towards Quackity, and a fond smile grew across his face as Charlie barreled closer. He raised a hand in preparation to greet the slime. Charlie’s face lit up, and he sped towards Quackity at a much more rapid pace, his own gelatinous arm raised to meet the avian’s.

"Hello, Quackity from Las Nevadas! Hello, Karl from Kinoko Kingdom!" A green palm slapped his own, but Quackity was too startled to respond to the slime’s exuberant greeting. Karl was here?!

Quackity jerked ramrod straight, and his head whipped from side to side, wildly searching the surrounding buildings. "Karl?"

The little purple slime frantically patted Quackity's chest, nearly losing its one-armed grip around the avian's neck. Quackity looked down at it with sad eyes, confusion clear in his face.

Karl slapped his own chest, staring imploringly at the big avian. To his utter disappointment, Quackity looked away from him and back up at Charlie.

"Wh–where's Karl, Charlie? Where did you see him?" The avian sounded desperate, and it hurt, to hear Quackity call for him when he was right there. Karl’s eyes stung, and he sent a pleading look Charlie’s way. The bigger slime met his gaze, and a small, sympathetic grin formed over his face.

Very gently, the bigger slime leaned forward and patted one green hand on top of Karl's head. "Karl from Kinoko Kingdom." The green slime said plainly, moving his gaze from Karl up to Quackity’s.

Karl nodded frantically, twisting his hand-nubs into Quackity's rumpled dress shirt and bracing his legs against the avian’s sternum. He pulled himself up, high enough that he was face-to-nose with Quackity, and waved frantically between himself and Charlie. His movements were so violent that he lost his grip, and panic strummed though his body when he tipped backwards and fell.

His back smacked against something oddly lumpy, and he realized that Quackity had brought his hands up to catch him, even while he was staring at him as if he was in some kind of daze.

Finally, Quackity blinked several times and hesitantly brushed his thumb along Karl’s arm, almost as if he thought the slime would disappear at a moment's notice.

“Y-You’re Karl?!” His voice was shaking, and his eyes were watering. Karl nodded frantically, curling one of his hand-nubs around Quackity’s thumb. The line of the avian’s mouth wavered, and he wiped his eyes on his shoulder before turning to Charlie.

"Charlie, why can't he talk?"

"He's been de-gooped, Quackity from Las Nevadas. He doesn't have enough of himself to form properly." Charlie paused for a long moment, then. "Not that I know anything about that, seeing as I am a perfectly normal human being with perfectly normal human bones."

Quackity didn’t bother answering, instead staring down at the little purple slime draped over his hands. Karl had been with them the entire time…? Karl had been with them while they were looking for him…

An incredulous laugh escaped from his lips, and soon, he found himself doubled over, Karl clutched to his chest, cackling like a madman as a wave of emotion overcame him.

Karl found himself squished against a layer of smoky cotton as he was squeezed to Quackity’s chest in a desperate hug, the scent of cigarettes and the dusty smell of sand pervading his senses from the tight embrace.

After what felt like too much time and not enough, Quackity loosened his grip on Karl’s body, and his laughter petered out. A doofy grin still decorated his face, and his eyes were scanning over Karl like he’d never seen him before.

Seconds later, his eyes widened, and his grin grew. “I gotta tell Sapnap! Holy fuck he’s gonna be so happy!”

Quackity shifted Karl to one arm and pulled his communicator out with the other. It took him a few seconds to do it one handed, but Karl saw him pull up Sapnap’s contact and hit call. It rang for a few moments, before their third picked up. “Yea–”

“Sapnap, Sapnap, I fucking found Karl.” Quackity didn’t even pause to let Sapnap get a word in, bowling over anything the other man had to say. “Sapnap, he’s the fucking slime, he’s fucking been here the whole goddamn time!”

“Oh my fucking god.”

“I fucking know!” Quackity grinned down at Karl, cradled in the crook of his left arm. Karl waved back up at him, eyes scrunched up in joy.

“I’m headed over there right now. Don’t you two fucking move, got it?”

Quackity laughed and planted himself on a bench on the side of the road, pulling Karl into his lap and hugging the little slime to his chest. “We won’t, we won’t. We’ll be here, dude.”

Quackity hung up and shoved his communicator back into his pocket. His other arm circled around Karl’s pliable body, and he looked down at the slime, eyes wide with wonder.

“Dude, what the fuck,” he whispered, and all Karl could do was shrug, chest feeling lighter than it had in a long, long while.

Charlie wandered away while they waited, stating that he needed to go check his holes (Quackity needed to fill some of those in, he’d nearly broken his ankle about eight times) leaving the two of them to wait for their third.

When Sapnap finally arrived, he made a beeline for the little purple slime resting in Quackity’s lap, sprinting through town and skidding to a stop right in front of them.

He immediately reached for Karl, his warm hands surrounding his torso and his thumbs pressing against Karl's chest. He was plucked up from Quackity’s arms before he could blink, and then he was brought towards Sapnap’s face.

The huge fireborn pressed a kiss against Karl’s face, lips as big as his head smothering against his face. He leaned into it, wrapping his arms around Sapnap's cheeks and jawline in an awkward hug. It was a good thing he didn't technically breathe through his nonexistent mouth, because he'd be suffocating from how long his face was being squashed into Sapnap's lips.

Then he was being squished against the fireborn's stubbled cheek, a deep, elated purr jiggling his entire body. Karl leaned into it, burying his face into Sapnap's cheek and wrapping himself in the familiar, comforting scent of charcoal and dirt. It felt different now, now that they knew.

Sapnap held him at arms length, hands still wrapped firmly around his chest. Karl’s legs dangled limply below, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sapnap asked earnestly. Karl shot him a flat look and getsured first at his mouthless face, then at his fingerless hand-nubs, and then finally over his whole body in general. The fireborn winced, realizing that Karl physically couldn’t.

It was fine now, though, because they finally knew.

When they finally went to bed that night, he was cocooned between their chests, in a warm embrace formed by the blanket and the two bodies of his fiancés. He wasn’t a pet, he wasn’t dead, and they. Knew.

He still couldn’t build up enough body mass to grow back to normal size and retain his human shape, but it was more bearable now, now that his fiancés knew who he was.

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maddascanbe-blog · 5 months

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MLB Rewrite: Origins prt. 1 &2

Note- I'm using (POV) to mention who the 'camera' is following for the most part. Also I skim over things that happen nearly the same as in cannon.

Hawkmoth Re-design

Origins Part 1

(Hawkmoths POV)

Starts the same with Nooroo explaining the miraculous and Hawkmoth’s first transformation, though we wouldn’t see him outside of his hands. As the butterflies crowd him to transform a scream of pain rings from his throat.

(Fu’s POV)

Like before, Wayzz fills Master Fu in on the butterfly being active. But I’m gonna pull from the movie's idea of letting Tikki and Plagg choose their own wielders. Fu does bring them to the school though with the intent of choosing a young initiate.

(Marinette’s POV)

Marinette is 16 years old, this is her Junior year.

Marinette meanwhile has had a day of it. Working herself up over everything she might need for her first day and nearly being late after reorganizing her bag for the 4th time that morning. Finally, Sabine dragged her downstairs and Tom gave her the macarons.

(Adrien’s POV)

Adrien is also 16 at the moment.

Boy is forever trying to get educated but gets caught by Nathalie.

(Fu’s POV)

Master Fu briefly loses Plagg before seeing a black cat sitting on the back of Adrien’s car as it drives away. Since he saw Adiren get in, and the boy’s face is all over Paris, he knows who his Cat is.

Marinette still saves Fu’s life as he had run into traffic looking for Plagg and paused in the middle of the road after seeing him. Tikki jumps into Marinette’s bag while she’s picking up the macarons.

Content Fu heads home.

(Marinette's POV)

Chloe basically just says “Switch.” And Marinette decides it honestly is not worth the hustle and does. Alya introduces herself and berates Chloe’s actions to which Marinette shrugs and says, “I don’t really care, she probably has a reason.”

“All that is necessary for the triumph of evil, is for good people to do nothing.”

“A nice rule, but remember you can’t judge someone evil based on their first impression. You never know what they could be going through.”

(Adrein’s POV)

It fades to Adrien being told his father is busy and can’t scold him right now. Once Adrien goes back to his room he finds a cat sitting on his table, confused he tries to approach it but the animal just bounds away. But on the table still, is a ring box.

(Ivan’s POV)

Que Kim and Ivan’s argument. A black butterfly lands on the crumpled up paper. All that we see or hear is the mask appearing on Ivan’s face and Hawkmoth's voice. “Stoneheart, I am Hawkmoth. You feel unsupported, and unseen. Allow me to harden your heart and take that pain away.”

(Adrein’s POV)

Adrien is observing the ring when a quiet meow is heard behind him. The cat is balanced in the back of his couch and looks between the ring and Adrien.

“You want me to put it on?” He asks and gets a purr in return. He does and there is a flash of light.

(Marinette’s POV)

Worrying herself to death over Alya chasing the monster, but too scared to follow her. Marinette finds a box that had fallen out of her bag. A ladybug lands on the box.

“Bug Mouse!” And the cup things.

As Tikki explains, Marinette is working herself into a fit. She’s terrified, but Tikki assures her that very little harm can come to her in the suit. That she’ll have a partner to help her, and that it will give her a chance to protect Alya. Unwilling to not even try when an innocent person is being puppeteered by an evil asshole she agrees.

Ladybug Re-design

Chat Noir Re-design

Key Power differences:

Ladybug:

Lucky Charm is specifically stated to give you a solution, not just an object. The object is only to point you in the right direction.

Purification allows her to cleanse the akuma.

Miracle Cure allows the world to heal from and injuries caused by a miraculous (Only Physical Damage) "Miraculous *Insert Name*"

Cat:

Cataclysm can either turn an object to dust or cause it to stop functioning.

Purgation destroys the dark energy in an akuma

Miracle Purge allows the world to burn out any effects a miraculous had on a person (Only works on Non Physical Effects) "Miraculous *insert Name*"

(Marientte’s POV)

They meet about the same way as cannon. The fight up to a point is pretty similar, except Marinette is very thinly veiling her utter panic with humor. Chat picks up on this and starts cracking jokes to help put her at ease.

After breaking the akumatized object they part ways, but the butterfly goes “Oops, bye bitch.”

Tikki’s like- “So you got the akuma right? Right?”

“I can’t do this Tikki, I couldn’t even listen long enough to know what my one job was. There are two many bad things that could happen, and all I can think about is how I can continue to mess things up in the future. Paris doesn't need a Ladybug who can’t trust herself. You deserve better.”

She removes the earrings and puts them back in the box.

Marinette goes to sleep with plans to give up the miraculous to Alya in the morning.

The akuma is targeting people who had been rejected or feel unseen, turning them to stone more medusa style statues than Stoneheart’s golem influences.

Marinette wakes up late that night to the miraculous in its box buzzing, asking to be let out.

She goes to beg Tikki to please choose someone else. Except when she picks up the box the earrings shoot from the box. It leads her down and out of the house. To a stone woman frozen in misery.

Marinette can’t stand to see someone suffering like this and tells herself she’ll do what she can to help until either Stoneheart is defeated or she can hand the miraculous off to Alya.

Origins Part 2.

In the morning, Marinette finally returns home to get ready for school. She was up all night finding every akuma still loose and catching it. She tells her parents she just went for an early morning run (technically true) and is okay, she is late for school though.

On TV she see’s Ivan has once again been re-akumatized, after trying to read Mylene his poem when they both got to school. Knowing Alya will be chasing the akuma Marinette chugs some coffee and chases him too.

When Alya gets trapped Chat Noir is captured, same as cannon, she decides to be Ladybug just a little longer.

(Though she finds a hiding place first, gosh cannon Alya was like 20 feet away)

As Ladybug chases down Stoneheart she catches Chloe after she is thrown from the Eiffel tower.

Hawkmoth does not do the floating head thing. Instead Stoneheart mentions that the butterfly that made him strong wants the miraculous.

Officer Raimcomprix tells Chat Noir that they’ve already failed one.

Chat Noir scoffs. “No shit. We’re two teenagers in spandex. Of course we're gonna make mistakes. But you don’t really have a choice but to trust us. Because you can’t beat this thing, and we can.”

He turns to face Stoneheart.

“I know you can hear me, you’ll be looking through his eyes right? Well listen up little Papillion. I don’t know what you want, what drove you to this. But I'll give you a bit of a friendly tip, you messed up. Because you chose to prey on an innocent teenager, tried to force him to nearly kill Chloe Bourgeois, and attacked the girl he loves. You’ve definitely made a mistake, bigger than either of ours. Because you honestly thought that we would roll over and let you get away with it.”

Ladybug, in awe of her partner's confidence even in the face of failure, starts planning how to take out Stoneheart.

They do the kiss thing and both teens are rescued safely. Ladybug catches the akuma and uses the Miracle Cure to fix the damage and bring the stone people back to themselves.

Chat asks to meet with Ladybug to talk about their new jobs later that night.

When Marinette arrives back at school she meets Adrien. Because Nathalie is awesome.

+x+

“So you’re the rival Chloe’s told me so much about?”

Marinette floundered a little at the son of her favorite fashion designer, and a supermodel in his own right, stuck his hand out. “A- Adrien. You’re Adrien Agreste.”

He winced a little. “Yeah that’s me.”

Somehow the girl managed to snap herself out of the stupor enough to shake the boy's hand.

“Adrikins,” Chloe called. “Come on, I need to show you around before class starts.”

Marinette was in a daze all the way back to Mme. Bustiers class. She just met Adrien Agreste, the Adrien Agreste. And she was a total spaz about it.

She sat down in her seat and placed her head on the desk.

She didn’t remember the seat change until Chloe reemerged with her friends in tow.

“Move.” She told Marinette.

Marinette really didn’t want to do that. She didn’t want to be next to Adrien where she could potentially embarrass herself more. If he told his father about the mess of a girl in his class her dreams would be crushed before they even got off the ground.

(It is of course bold of Mari to assume Adrien’s father speaks to his son.)

Maybe- maybe if she was going to stand up for herself as Ladybug, at least until she found a better candidate, then starting as Marinette would help.

“No.” She said plainly. “It’s my seat, and I don’t really want to.”

She clenched her hands into her jeans as Chloe raised an eyebrow.

“Whatever. This isn’t worth my time.” Chloe sighed like she had just wasted precious hours on that interaction.

Marinette let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.

Alya slid into the seat next to her and grinned triumphantly. “Nice job girl.”

Marinette smiled back, but it was shaky. She hadn’t slept last night and was really starting to feel it.

“So girl, check this out.” Alya held up her phone.

On it was a blog template with red and black spots covering it.

“The Ladyblog?” Marinette read the title at the top.

Alya practically squealed in excitement. “Isn’t it cool? Since your’s truly got the best footage on the attack I thought I’d start my own blog. The one stop spot for everything Ladybug.”

“What about Chat Noir?” Marinette mused. “He’s super cool, Ladybug just kinda fumbles around after him.”

“Don’t be like that.” Alya pushed the girl’s shoulder. “Ladybug was the one to come up with the plan to save the day both times. And she saved me today.”

Marinette wished she could point out that Chat Noir had saved Alya twice, but that would reveal that she was there.

“But you are right, I need to think up something good for Chat Noir.” Alya leaned back.

+x+

(Adrien POV)

Vibing, waiting for the car. Marinette comes outside and waits too.

Adrien’s like, “Hey.”

And Marinette apologizes for being a spaz. Explaining that she was just caught off guard and that she didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable.

Adrien explains that he’s pretty used to it, and laments that no matter where he goes people will always know him before ever speaking to him.

“I almost don’t even know how to act in public. I wanna make friends but- I feel like people will only ever see the boy on the posters. … Sorry, that’s kind of a lot to dump on a stranger.”

Marinette paused. “You shouldn’t have to deal with that. I can’t change the fact that people know who you are. But we are still kind strangers. So- Hi, I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

He chuckles at her outstretched hand. “Hello, I’m Adrien Agreste.” He shakes her hand and smiles.

“So, you’re new to the school? What do you think of Mme. Bustier?”

(Fu’s POV)

He watches on as Ladybug and Chat Noir meet each other for the first time, again. Making idle small talk until the same car from before arrives to take Adrien home.

Before getting in the teen hands Marinette his umbrella with a parting goodbye.

Wayzz asks if he came to check in because he questioned Tikki and Plagg’s choice.

Fu admits that he was worried, but he needn’t be. Those two will help each other, in and out of the mask. They’ll be okay.

(Ladybug’s POV)

Ladybug meets Chat at the Eiffel tower.

She tells him how much his words of confidence helped her, since she had been so upset about her failure she forgot that mistakes are not the end of everything. So long as you try and fix them.

She confides that she’s still considering giving up the Ladybug miraculous, since she’s worried her catastrophizing will cause her to be overwhelmed and fail.

“Well m’ lady. I know a thing or two about Cat-astrophizing. And if you promise not to give up just yet, then I promise to help keep you from spiraling. Deal?”

She agrees to keep trying.

END

Okay let's get into the details.

1. Hawkmoth's transformation hurts like a bitch. His head is full on splitting open to make way for the butterfly wings, that's part of his face. He's spending most of his time lying on the floor in too much pain to move until Ivan get's akumatized.

2. Marinette will have the first suit design, with the plain suit and boots. Chat Noir will also have his first design, but his is a bit more interesting than LB's since Adrien has a little more faith in himself.

3. Since I'm overhauling Chloe's personality there was no reason for the gum incident, so I just dropped it all together. There would have been 0 purpose. Instead their rough start is caused by Marinette having a fairly normal reaction to meeting a super model who is also your idol's son. She does feel bad about it later, but Adrien harbored no ill will.

4. Around here is when the crush starts developing, but it's just that. A crush, she has the vague idea that she might like Adrien, but she doesn't know him super well yet.

5. Fu, you bastard. He really does think choosing two legal children is a good idea. I'll partially blame the Order of Guardians, but he knew what he was doing. Children are more likely to believe that they are just "The Chosen Ones" and not question anything, or wonder gave them the miraculous. Tikki and Plagg actually don't like that they had to choose two teenagers, but they aren't going to take that out on the kids. Fu's probably gonna get hot sauce in his tea curtesy of Wayzz for pulling that though.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #miraculous rewrite #miraculous origins #ml ladybug #ladybug and chat noir #hawkmoth suffering cause I said so #Adrien Agreste rewrite #Marinette Dupain-Cheng rewrite #mlb #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 4 months

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Where the Ashes Settle

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Roman was prepared for normal day, leave the hotel, get coffee, go to the station and head home.

He hadn't made room in his schedule for getting caught up in a villain fight, nor getting kidnapped by the villain and his arch-nemisis, though.

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| Ao3 |

Warnings: Injury, kidnapping

Pairings: Anxceit, possible future anarociet depending on how you wanna interprit.

Word count: 3437

Notes:

I wrote this whole thing today because I was bored and wanted to have some fun. I've been wanting to make a superhero au for a very long time but I'm too lazy so here's a oneshot instead. :) - i't's not really edited as of right now, I might come back and fix it later, but I can't say for sure.

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Roman was just a civilian.

He had no useful powers, as much as he’d always wanted to be a hero, being a super one is just not on the cards. Voice Projection. That was Roman’s power, he could make his voice be heard from anywhere, with a microphone it was amazingly useful during concerts. But he could only make his voice as loud as he could yell, so the most he’d be able to do as a hero would be… to cause confusion, potentially.

So Roman wasn’t a superhero, he was a regular person, an indie singer who was nowhere near as well known as he wanted to be, doing gigs in pubs and at small events who didn’t have the money to hire the bigshots or specifically wanted acts that no-one had heard of. It was fine, Roman loved singing, holding the attention of a crowd was something he was good at, writing and performing music had been something he loved since before he could remember.

He was well aware of the more super goings on of the world, of course. He followed the heroes almost religiously, their instagram stories, the events they were doing, the latest battles they’d won against upstart supervillains. His favourite was a longstanding battle between one of the top heroes - Viper, who was surprisingly popular despite his dark and mysterious persona - and one of the most renowned villains in the country - Tempest, who looked and played the part of arch-nemesis very well.

Roman followed their battles over the internet, watching the videos and footage. Their fights were always immense and almost beautiful, they were evenly matched, skill wise, and they both had crazy power sets. Viper could shapeshift, between human and animal forms, including - to Roman’s delight when he saw the battle - a dragon. Tempest could create - as his name suggested - storms, he could walk on the clouds, draw lightning strikes from the heavens, create heavy rains and strong winds whenever he wanted.

It was brilliant to watch, after the fight had taken place from the comfort of his mediocre apartment living room.

It wasn’t quite so great to be there in person.

He’d been getting a coffee at a cute little cafe he’d found whilst staying for a week in a town a few hours out from his own for a few pretty good gigs he’d been able to snag and he was just about to head to the station to get his train back home. He’d decided to stop by the shop on the way. He’d known something was wrong when he’d stepped back onto the street, coffee cup in hand, guitar case slung across one shoulder and backpack on the other, to find it deserted.

Thunder. He heard it first as he made his way down the street, turning the corner to see the dark, angry clouds gathering just up the street. He rushed forward - blinded from the danger by his eagerness to see the fight - maybe he’d be able to film it if he could get a good view! Witnessing a battle in person - especially one on this magnitude - was rare and absolutely granted bragging rights over all your family and friends, so Roman wasn’t about to pass up such an opportunity.

He must have approached from somewhere behind Tempest, as he creeped along the street and pulled out his phone to record - even as the wind whipped at his hair, thankfully it wasn’t raining. He knew that this was stupid, he’d be in a lot of danger coming this close, but he felt almost like he had to.

Further up the street Roman spotted Viper, shifted into some kind of big cat crouched atop an already damaged car, making up some kind of blockade at the other end of the street. Roman could hear yelling and crying from behind it - he must be protecting people that way. The pair of supers began to fight properly, thunder booming in the sky as they clashed. Viper turned mid-jump into what looked to be a griffin, and ran at Tempest. Roman watched in wonder as the two clashed in front of him.

Lightning struck, too close to him to be safe. He let out an involuntary yelp for fear when the building began to catch fire. His eyes darted between the rapidly spreading fire to the fighting pair. Neither of them had noticed. He heard a scream from inside the building and - panicking - Roman decided he would have to do something.

“Hey!” He called, but his voice was lost to the raging winds. He tried to use his power, placing his voice nearer to Viper - “Hey! The- the building’s on fire! To your left!”

Viper looked over, golden eyes widening for just a moment, before he was slammed into by Tempest.

Shit -! Roman thought, glancing back at the building again, breath quickening, he’d just gotten Viper hurt - he was sure he could probably face legal action for interfering like that, and the people in the building were no closer to getting saved. His power really was useless after all.

Roman was just trying to figure out what to do when the fire began to spread too close to him - across the debris already on the floor. He took a few steps back only to scream as something came hurting at him in the wind. The bit of flying debris smacked into his shoulder hard, sending him flying to the ground and leaving him winded. His vision swam as he laid there on the ground, distantly aware of more yelling than before, was it closer? And the crackling of fire, the screaming of sirens somewhere far in the distance. Roman hoped they’d be fast enough to save the people in the buildings.

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“Shit!” Virgil yelled when he heard someone scream from far too close to them to be from the crowd. Rearing back from where he’d been about to punch Janus and looking around just in time to see the civilian standing far too close to the fight get flung backwards to the ground - almost into the raging inferno that was the building behind him.

Janus shifted back to himself as he stared at the same sight. Virgil growled, well aware people were still watching, and darting forward - grabbing the hero by the collar of his shirt and holding him close, making sure his expression was mean enough to appease any watching cameras even as he whispered his split second plan to the hero.

“I’m going to ‘kidnap’ him,” Virgil said, voice barely a hiss, “And run, make it look like you beat me and then get the people in that building out- I’ll make sure he’s okay back at the apartment. ”

“Be careful, Darling,” Janus told him, before transforming into a giant beast and grabbing Virgil, with a snarling growl, flinging him across the street towards the knocked out civilian. Virgil landed expertly, made a show of looking around as if disoriented and got up. Janus roared and Virgil took that as his cue to run, scooping up the civilian and grabbing his things on a second thought before grabbing one of his clouds and swiftly escaping the scene, starting a downpour as he did so. He hoped maybe it would help with the fire.

He really didn’t want innocent people to get hurt.

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When Virgil arrived at the apartment building, the civilian now fully unconscious in his arms, he was stopped by his security guy, Logan. Virgil groaned internally as Logan questioned why Virgil was carrying some knocked out guy and why the fuck he had a guitar.

“Don’t question me ,” Virgil snapped, his voice slipping into his supervillain persona’s for a moment, startling Logan. He’d have to apologise later, but he had no time for Logan’s never ending questions right now, “When Viper gets here, let him in.”

Logan looked at him skeptically, but Virgil’s expression hardened, practically daring Logan to argue with him. Eventually he just sighed and nodded, allowing Virigl to make his way into the building. He saw Logan rub his forehead out the corner of his eye as he walked away. Maybe he should make him an apology cake.

Carrying the civilian up the stairs was easy when you were able to manipulate the wind to give you a boost. When Virgil finally arrived at his apartment he went straight to the spare room and laid Roman down carefully on the bed, placing the guitar and bag nearby before setting about checking him for injuries.

He wasn’t burned, thank goodness, but Virgil was worried about his shoulder where the debris must’ve slammed into him. There were bits of it embedded in his skin and the joint looked dislocated. Virgil just prayed that was the worst of it as he - as gently as he could - popped his shoulder back into place and removed the biggest pieces of debris. Cleaning him up and bandaging his shoulder properly. He was used enough to doing this for himself by now.

Until Virgil heard Janus arrive at his front door, Virgil stayed sitting by the bed, making sure the civilian was okay the entire time.

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Roman felt groggy when he woke up, like he’d drunk too much at a party or something, though he couldn’t remember any party. This wasn’t his house either - the bed he was lying on felt unfamiliar - and very soft. The covers were tucked up to his chin and he felt very warm and safe here as he stared up at the plain ceiling. No fluorescent lights - so probably not a hospital either. Where the hell was he?

From the next room, he could hear voices, though he couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. When he tried to move up, pain shot through his shoulder enough to make him gasp - and then his head started to feel like it was splitting apart. Right, he remembered now.

Just because Roman remembered what had happened to him before he had clearly passed out, that didn’t help him to understand where the hell he was, or who was talking in the other room, or who these lovely purple bed covers belonged to.

His head was killing him, so he closed his eyes again.

“He’s been asleep for almost a full day now,” He heard someone say, the sound causing shooting pains in his skull, was that voice kinda familiar? It felt like it was, but Roman couldn’t place it, “I’m starting to worry it might be worse than a bump on the head.”

“Perhaps it would have been better to take him to a hospital, Darling.” The second voice said - this one was even more familiar than the first. He started to think he must be dreaming, though, because surely Viper wasn’t actually here. He’d heard that voice enough in interviews and publicity stunts, maybe he was dreaming?

“Yeah well - it wasn’t like we had much time to make that call,” The other voice huffed.

“I know,” Viper sighed, “If he doesn’t wake up in the next half hour we should take him to the closest hospital.”

The other voice scoffed, “And what, tell them: ‘Oh hey doctor, here’s this guy I almost killed yesterday and then kidnapped because we didn’t know what to do!’ How would that go over, you think?”

“...You’ve got a point,” Said Viper. Roman stewed in his own thoughts as he pretended to sleep, yesterday, almost killed, kidnapped - that familiar voice… Was that Tempest ?? - what the hell was Tempest doing here with Viper, and had they really kidnapped him? What the fuck was happening?

Roman groaned softly as the pain in his head spiked and both of them went silent.

“Is he awake?” Tempest asked, Viper made a noncommittal noise in response, before seemingly walking over.

“Hello, darling,” Viper said, voice much closer now, “Are you awake?”

That soft tone was so different from the sarcastic, sassy persona he always displayed for the public. It made Roman feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Hey- I thought I was ‘darling’!” Tempest said, from further away. He sounded like he was pouting and Roman resisted the urge to laugh as he peeled open his eyes again, having to blink a few times as the light made his head spin.

“You’re ‘Darling’, with a capital ‘D’, Darling, everyone else is a lowercase ‘d’ darling,” Viper dismissed, before looking back at him and smiling. That was Viper alright, his signature scales were glittering gold in the dim light of the room and his mismatched eyes - one blue, one gold - were looking at him with an expression so caring and soft Roman almost reeled back. Why on earth was the hero looking at him that way? His hair was loose, tumbling to his shoulders in blonde waves and topped with a fancy hat that seemed a little silly compared to the comfortable clothes he was wearing.

His gaze wandered warily to where Tempest stood, a fair ways behind Viper - leaning on the wall beside the door. His identity wasn’t quite so obvious, considering his costume consisted of a mask and a hood. But Roman recognised his electric purple hair and violet eyes regardless. He had his hands stuffed in the pockets of an oversized hoodie and seemed fairly relaxed in posture.

“Will you sit up and drink something for me, darling?” Viper asked, gently placing a hand on Roman’s shoulder to help him up. The movement made him feel dizzy, but he did think water would be pretty nice right now.

“...Where am I?” Roman asked after taking a sip of cold water from the glass Viper pressed into his hands.

“My apartment,” Tempest answered, not moving from across the room.

“...Why?” He asked, frowning.

“I needed to get you out of the way so that Jay here could save the people in that building,” Tempest shrugged, earning a look from the hero, he groaned, “He’s literally in my house - I don’t think him knowing the first letter of your name is a real issue, here.”

Roman frowned, “Wait- but-” He thought, trying to put the pieces together, hadn’t Tempest struck that building with lighting? “Didn’t you… mean to set it on fire?”

“What? No, of course not,” Tempest looked almost offended at the accusation, “I missed with the strike, that’s all.”

Confused, Roman looked between them, Viper chuckled, “There’s a lot more going on behind the scenes than you know, dear,” He said, gently patting Roman’s shoulder. He felt himself melt beneath the touch.

“Like… what?” Roman asked.

“Things you don’t need to know about,” Tempest said, finally pushing himself off of the wall to walk closer. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and offered something to Roman, “Here, painkillers - if you need them - you took a nasty hit, they’re still in the packaging.”

Roman watched the both of them as he took the painkillers, examining the packet before taking one.

“I… owe you an apology for that, too, had I known you were standing there I would’ve made sure the debris didn’t hit you.”

It suddenly made a lot more sense why despite how destructive and violent Viper and Tempest’s fights were, no civilian ever actually got hurt.

“Thank you for the warning, by the way, darling,” Janus told him, shifting to gently card fingers through Roman’s hair.

“Hm?” Tempest asked, looking up in confusion.

“He warned me about the fire… I’m assuming you used your power?” Roman nodded, “I’m sorry I couldn’t act on it sooner.”

“It’s… fine, I just wanted to do something - did everyone get out okay?” Roman asked.

“Yes,” Janus nodded, “I got everyone out unharmed.”

Roman breathed a sigh of relief, wincing at the pain in his shoulder as he did so. He looked around at the other two, before sighing and resting his head back against the headboard.

“That’s good,” He mumbled.

“You’re welcome to go back to sleep,” Tempest said, “As long as you eat something first - you’ve been out for at least twenty-four hours by now.”

Roman groaned, even though Tempest was right, he was hungry, and having attention drawn to that fact just made him hungrier.

“Fine,” He mumbled. Tempest looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding to himself.

“How about I order pizza for the three of us,” he suggested, “We haven't eaten dinner either - do you like pizza?”

“What kind of heathen doesn’t like pizza?” Roman asked, trying not to laugh. Laughing hurt. Tempest chuckled and pulled out his phone.

For a long few minutes, they just sat there. Viper was playing with his hair and Roman didn’t mind in the slightest - aside from being a little confused - and Tempest was messing around on a phone, supposedly ordering them pizza.

Eventually, Viper broke the silence, “What is your name, darling?” He asked.

“Oh- it’s Roman,” Roman said, “Roman Piper.”

Tempest looked up from his phone, eyes a little wider than before, “Roman Piper, as in - the singer Roman Piper?”

Roman was too flabbergasted to speak for a moment, “I- yes- yes, that’s me, you’ve uh- you’ve heard of me?”

Viper just hid his face with his hand and chuckled as Tempest lit up.

“ Heard of you? Dude! I love your music!” He said, “I… can’t believe I fucking kidnapped my favourite music artist.”

Roman couldn’t help it, he snorted, bursting out laughing, though his cheeks were red, “I was actually um- here to do a few gigs… but uh- I think I appreciate this, actually, saves me the hospital bills.”

“Downtown? In that old bar a few days ago? I was there -”

Viper tapped him on the shoulder, leaning in and whispering, “He’ll talk about you for hours if we don’t stop him, darling, though - for the record, your music is lovely.”

Roman blushed a deep red, hiding his face in his hands. Don’t get him wrong! He loves meeting people who liked his music, but when those people where the most notorious villain in the country and his arch-nemisis (Though Roman was starting to think something else was going on there too) who he’d been looking up to for yours it was a little bit different.

“I’m supposed to be resting, right?” Roman said, interrupting whatever tangent Tempest was about to go on.

“Yes, you are,” Viper said, smiling.

“Hm,” Tempest said, “I could put on a movie or something while we wait for pizza?”

Roman brightened, “That sounds wonderful - hm… would it be a step too far if I asked for your real names?”

“Hmm…” Viper said with a soft smile, “You can call me Jay, if you’d like, it’s halfway there - perhaps I’ll give you my real name in the future, darling.”

Unable to help himself, Roman grinned - the idea that they might not part ways once this whole ordeal was over was a lovely one. He was honestly starting to quite like these two - not to mention how curious he was about whatever ‘behind the scenes’ things were going on.

“If that’s what we’re doing,” Tempest said, standing up and offering a hand to Jay, who took it, in turn offering his arm to help up Roman, “then you can call me V, for now.”

“Lovely, both of you,” Roman smiled, letting Jay put his arm around Roman’s back for stability after he stumbled a little to lead him out of the bedroom to a dim, cozy living room strung with fairy lights. It was cute and warm and safe - very homely and cozy looking - totally not what he would’ve expected from the villain had he been asked two days ago. Now it seemed… a little more fitting.

Jay guided him to sit down on the sofa and V quickly joined them after grabbing a small stack of DVDs that he handed to Roman to choose from. He was delighted to find that they were all disney.

After a long period of deliberation that had V chuckling and Jay sighing, in exasperation, Roman finally settled on Moana - which he handed to V to put on. Before long, the three of them were squashed together on the two-seater sofa, with Roman in the middle. Something in the back of his mind told him that he shouldn’t feel as safe as he did, considering he was in the home of a supervillain, cuddled between two extremely powerful people who he didn’t really know the intentions of.

But despite that, he felt the warm haze of sleep drift over him as the movie continued and they ate their pizza in calm, comfortable silence.

Roman was passed out on Janus’ shoulder before the film even neared its end.

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#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #anxceit #anaroceit #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #rowans writings #fanfic #fanfiction #ts roman #ts virgil #ts janus

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gh0st-t0wn3 · 6 months

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If red son doesn't only ABSOLUTELY HATE wukong in season 1-3 I imagine him also being absolutely terrified of him, im a believer that red son witnessed his father get sealed at like 14-16 years old in demon age, so like witnessing wukong easily seal off his father, the so far only powerful being that has been part of his life, freezing in place when you witness a simian destroying your family in three minutes tops, eyes darting around the scene while your mother rushes to help her husband out, while you just stand there, with your breath all shaky. The image of that monkey and his staff in the cloud, and that image haunts you for a long time, twitching when you see him , or even just being uncomfortable when mk brings him up.

And being so guilty all you could do is stand there and witness it all, without being able to lift a finger, in front of the "uncle" you now despised and was scared off.

I may be too obsessed with those red son asks

Redson would ABSOLUTELY be terrified of Wukong, for his entire life the strongest person he's known is his father, the great Demon Bull King, the 'Great Sage who Pacifies Heaven' (DBK's self-proclaimed title in JTTW), and to see that person be overpowered so easily, by someone so much smaller in comparison no less, is horrifying to see, especially considering how young Redson would've been at the time it happened.

I feel as though DBK's and Wukong's healing relationship (as shown in the season 4 special) would certainly help Redson on the path to forgiving Wukong as well, but it will never be enough to help him forget it. And the same goes for DBK, yes he and Wukong are healing but he'll never be able to forgive the fact that Wukong tore him away from his wife and child, that he lost the chance to watch his son grow up, a once in a life time opportunity to raise his child just gone.

And it's not just DBK being sealed away that made Redson hate him; in JTTW Redson was tricked by Sun Wukong into sitting on Guanyin's throne which immediately transformed into a throne of swords, impaling his entire body, and was then subdued by Guanyin via five golden rings being placed around his neck, wrists, and ankles. When the spell was spoken to activate them they would come together, binding his limbs and essentially treating him like a wild animal caught in a snare, and causing him great pain (I've seen people say the pain it causes is not to the extent of Wukong's circlet, but Redson was said to be literally screaming and begging for mercy when the spell was recited).

Meanwhile Wukong was hiding behind Guanyin the entire time to avoid getting hit by Redson, and urging her to recite the spell again, despite Zhu Bajie doing the same thing when he influences Tripitaka to use the spell on Wukong and KNOWING how horrible it is to experience.

Redson would hold onto that resentment even after the healing process has begun, but I don't think anything Wukong could ever do will be enough for Redson to forgive that.

(If anything I said about what happened in JTTW is inaccurate, by all means, please let me know, I have yet been given the chance to read JTTW for myself so I'm going off by what I've read while researching, though they might not be entirely true :) )

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid red son #monkie kid red son #hong hai'er #lego monkie kid dbk #lmk demon bull king #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong #gh0st ask

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hogwartslegacypics · 9 months

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So, I had this thought. A slight AU in which a muggleborn!MC can't see thestrals. Not at first, at least. Meanwhile, Sebastian can, of course, and he off-handedly mentions them pulling the carriages, causing MC to be very curious about it all. They've never heard of thestrals before, and the idea that they're there is both bizarre, and intriguing.

Maybe a few weeks later, Sebastian catches MC trying to pet the thestrals in the stables, but failing miserably, because they have no idea what they're doing, or where to place their hand, or anything. So, Sebastian takes their hand in his own so he can gently guide them to the right spot, helping the MC pet the thestral in front of them.

Now I'm wondering, though. In a quiet, private moment like that, do you think Sebastian would open up a bit about him being able to see them? Or would he stay quiet and just answer the general, impersonal questions the MC might have about those animals?

(And imagine the angst of Sebastian one day finding the MC petting a thestral without his help, and him immediately knowing what that means. Oh, the pain.)

that’s literally the cutest shit omg, thank you so much for sending it! i love that trope where it’s like “i have to hold your hands to guide you/teach you how to do this” and the thestrals just make it so much better.

i think at first, when they’re walking to hogsmeade, sebastian would just answer mc’s questions about the thestrals. he’d have to explain you can only see them if you witness death and then MC would know that about sebastian, but i don’t think he’d divulge much more. MC would say they’re sorry he can see them and he might say he lost his parents when he was young, but i doubt he’d give any details yet. sort of like how during the same quest he only tells MC that anne isn’t well, doesn’t mention the curse at all, and only says it after MC asks a question about her.

then as the year comes to an end, MC would start to see them after witnessing fig’s death (or after murdering a bunch of people lmao) and one day MC and sebastian would be out exploring the highlands and come across some thestrals. MC might make a comment about them or go up to them, leading to sebastian’s heart sinking and saying something like “…you can see them now?” if it was about fig, i think MC would open up about it, and especially since fig was such a fatherly figure to MC, i could really see it leading to sebastian talking about his own parents. and if MC was hesitant to talk about it, i could also see sebastian talking about his experience first, trying to ease them into opening up about their own, because no doubt would that boy be curious and want to know what happened to MC his crush.

some other scenarios i just thought of:

picture MC is showing sebastian her vivariums one day and he sees the thestrals in there and immediately knows MC can see them now because how else would they have caught them? and MC showing him the baby thestral and they’re petting it as they open up to each other.

or what if sebastian was there with MC the very first time they came across a thestral they could see and MC gasps in surprise because they’ve never seen this animal before. sebastian’s like “what is it?!” and gets his wand out, afraid they’ve seen something dangerous, still assuming MC can’t see the thestrals and must have seen something else. then MC would ask “what are those?” because this is their first time actually seeing them, they wouldn’t recognize them or realize what they are yet. once he explains, MC would get sad at the reminder of fig’s death (must still be relatively fresh too if this was their first time seeing a thestral), sebastian would comfort them (he’d know it was about fig without MC even needing to explain, and mentally chide himself for not realizing it was the thestrals sooner), and open up about losing his parents and share his first experience of seeing thestrals.

OH GOD i just had another thought… what if this happened after solomon’s murder but before fig’s death so sebastian would know MC can see thestrals because of him? i’m heartbroken now omg, he’d feel so horrible once he realizes it’s the thestrals MC is pointing out and he’d be panicking like oh god MC doesn’t realize they’re thestrals yet, they’re gonna figure it out any second, oh god. MC would be thinking and studying this new animal, trying to figure out what it is, when she realizes sebastian isn’t answering her, then she’d look over at him, see his facial expression, and be like “what’s wrong?” i think MC might realize before sebastian could find the words to explain, or she’d forget about the thestrals as soon as she notices how suddenly off sebastian is acting, and he’d have no choice but to explain. for sure this scenario would end with MC comforting sebastian.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ask

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piko-power · 9 months

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I wanna write a little scene that took place before the dance fight. Just wanted to do a Movie version of Wholesome Sonic and Tails, and maybe throw in some donut dad and pretzel mom appreciation as well.

Ba-ding!

Sonic's phone from the coat's pocket lets off a sound. Tom must've sent another message for him.

"What? Hang on one second." Sonic said, bringing out his phone to see Tom's message. "Donut Lord's checking in."

"How's it goin'?"

Sonic isn't the greatest liar in the world, and even he doesn't know that, but he'd rather lie than just straight up tell him about Robotnik coming back with some red jerk trying to destroy him.

And the fact that him and Tails are now in Siberia trying to settle in during a blizzard.

Tom and Maddie needs a stress-free vacation after all. It's for the best.

In just a few seconds, Sonic replied in no time at all saying: "Just chillin. Watchin TV"

"There we go." He smiled and puts away his phone. "That takes care of that..."

"...Donut Lord?" Tails repeated that strange nickname to himself. "...Oh! Donut Lord! I almost forgot about that guy."

"Hmm? I guess if you were watching me for months I would think you know who Donut Lord is." Sonic said. "But yeah, he's a cool dude. But really his name is Tom."

"Tom?" The fox tilted his head. "Why did you call him Donut Lord?"

"Well, it's because he talks to donuts every now and then. It's pretty funny."

"Oh. ...Huh. That checks out." Tails chuckled.

"I think you might like him! He's the sheriff of the town and he is such an awesome friend! We share the same roof and everything!" He exclaims. "Oh! And you would LOVE Pretzel Lady! AKA, Maddie. She is so sweet and she can talk to animals!"

"Aww, that's so cool!" Tails said, both of his tails wagging.

"Also..." Sonic looks left and right before leaning close to Tails. "She's born without bones!" He whispered into his ear and snickered.

"What?!" He cried out.

Suddenly Sonic burst into laughter. "I'm just kidding, dude! She has bones, she's just, super flexible. Still have no idea how she does that..."

"Well, I only know so much about these human friends of yours from watching, but I knew that they were super nice!" Tails said.

"They sure are! The greatest friends a hedgehog can ask for." The hedgehog continued. "I'm pretty glad I have met them. Sure, they can be pretty strict on certain things because, heheh, you know me, but they're really caring."

Tails smiled more the more Sonic kept going on about Tom and Maddie.

"Funny story on how I met Tom. I was trying to leave Earth cause of that 'energy blast' as you call it, and I found Tom's garage. it was the safest place that I could find. I was about to leave but then Tom came in and freaked out!"

Tails try to keep his laughter in.

"It was pretty funny looking back, considering that if it weren't for that little incident, I would have never found my f..."

"...?"

"...My friends. I would've been in that stinky mushroom land. I'm... I really am glad I met them. I've known them for years but... I never got the chance to actually speak to them because... Well, you know." Sonic fiddled with his fingers.

"But... Even after all that mess, they took me in. I was surprised, but I was happy. It's been 9 months since I moved in with them, and... I'm lucky to have someone like Maddie and Tom." He said, smiling widely, thinking back at the memory of when he first saw his new room, with Tom and Maddie right beside him.

They were just as happy as he was.

"Awww..." Tails placed his gloved hand on his chest. "That was so sweet, Sonic. They must be the best parents in the whole world!"

"... ..."

Parents?

"Wh- Pffft! I- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Wh-What did you just say?" Sonic stuttered, completely caught off-guard by Tails' sentence.

"Uh, I said 'They must be the best paren-"

"I know- I know what you said!" Sonic cut off. "But... Really? Parents? Is that what you think they are?" He lets out a nervous chuckle.

"Uhh... Yeah? I thought..." Tails' ears drooped. He was confused. "I thought that, after all that, they were more than just your best friends? I mean..."

"W-Well, sorry to burst your bubble, pal, but that is NOT what you think." He lied. "We're just a couple of silly friends!"

"Uh-huh. Right." Tails rolled his eyes. "Would a couple of silly friends give you a new room?"

"Well, duh!"

"Would a couple of silly friends make you breakfast every day, telling you to have a good day before you go out for a run?"

"Yeah?"

"Would a couple of silly friends take you out to games, have movie nights together, and protect you from anyone who tries to mess with you?"

"...Yeah?"

"Would a couple of silly friends run up to you when you injured your knee after slipping on the sidewalk, and when you started crying they kept telling you that it's gonna be okay and took care of you for a few days?"

He saw me cry?! His eyes rose, but for a moment he looked down at the table. "I-I... I mean, yeah, but..."

"Sure, friends would definitely do these things, but they've been looking after you for 9 months, Sonic." Tails reminded. "You think after all this time, when you all bonded together, sharing memories, playing games and laughing together, and giving out hugs every now and then, you didn't think they your parents?"

Sonic doesn't respond. He just stared down, thinking.

"I'm not upset, I'm just... Confused." Tails spoke softly. "They took care of you for months, and you seem so happy about it."

"That's... because I never had anyone to take care of me for years."

"...Right..." Tails almost forgot about the fact that Longclaw, his original caretaker, was there for him since he was a baby.

"All I wanted was a friend, but... I wanted a family too." Sonic mumbled.

"So then... How come...?"

"Okay, look, it's not that I don't want them as my parents! I just..."

There was a beat.

And then an exhausted sigh.

"I just don't want to lose anyone else."

Tails' ear flick up for a moment. He quickly understood what Sonic meant by those words. "...Oh."

Well, that was a mood killer. Tails never meant make Sonic feel bad. "I... I'm sorry, Sonic. I didn't mean-"

"It's cool. Really." Sonic reassured, showing off a small smile. "Don't worry about it."

"Have you... Ever told them about how you feel about their company? About how much they mean to you?"

"I..."

Sonic wanted to answer, but he couldn't find the right words to do so. Even if he did, his mind was stuck on just him and his memories with Donut Lord and Pretzel Lady.

He stared down at the table again, thinking really hard on how to answer that simple question. But all he can think of suddenly, was...

"Sonic, you destroyed an entire city block."

"That block was already messed up. Who cares? Look, I stopped a robbery. I was a hero!"

"No, you put people in danger and that's not what a hero does."

"*Sigh...* You're supposed to be my friend. Stop trying to be my dad."

Sonic blinked.

Stop trying to be my dad.

His fists clinched.

Why the hell did I say that...?

"...No." The hedgehog finally answered, shutting his eyes closed.

Ba-ding!

Sonic yelped at the sudden sound of his phone going off again. He grabbed it and took a look. It's another message from Tom.

He looked at the message carefully.

"Another boring night at home"

He took a deep breath after that little scare that knocked him back into his senses. He was about to reply but he stopped.

He looked at his profile of Tom.

Then his contact name, Donut Lord.

He, once again, sighed.

He felt terrible looking back at what was said back on the boat. He never meant to sound harsh, he just wanted that stupid argument out of the way.

Looking back, he can now fully read Tom's face after those words.

When was the last time he looked so hurt?

He turned off his phone and puts it back in his pocket and rested his head in his arms, feeling pissed off at himself.

"Sonic?" Tails spoke. "It's okay."

The hedgehog didn't say anything. He just sighed and looked at the floor.

"Don't feel bad. Sometimes change can be hard. But I just want you to remember that Tom and Maddie... Their here for you. Parents or not, they... They love you." Tails said, hoping that his words can reach out to the upset space hog. "And hopefully once you meet up with them again, you should probably let them know that you love them too."

Sonic slowly raises his head back up to face Tails. Gosh, he just met this little guy an hour ago but he is just so caring and understanding. He can read the worry in his eyes but there was a smile showing.

"You have the best family in the word. Don't forget that." Tails' voice cracked slightly, holding back tears.

Sonic was surprised to hear all of this from Tails, but overall, he was happy to hear that. His smile crept up as he began to chuckle, finally back into his silly mood as if he was never upset.

"Don't worry, buddy. I won't." He said, with such a sweet tone in his voice.

Wait... Tails' ears flicked again and his eyes widened. Did you call me...?

Tails was about to speak but then two brown bowls of... whatever, were placed down in front of them. Sonic was weirded out, but his curiosity got the best of him when he tries to poke at it.

Tails, however, did not like the sight of whatever the heck he was given. "Eelch!" He groaned. He looked up at the waitress and brought up his Miles Electric. "Uhh, I'm sorry, but I asked for the beef stew."

Sonic kept trying to poke at this weird looking soup. This is just for display, right? He wondered to himself.

#sonic wachowski #miles tails wachowski #sonic movie fanfiction #my fanfiction #brothers #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #sonic movie 2020 #sonic movie 2 #It became midnight while I was writing this but THAT DIDN'T STOP ME FROM WRITING TAILS BEING THE BEST BROTHER

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smt-obsessed · 2 months

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✰MASTERLIST✰

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Hi! I'm a part of a lot of fandoms and I like to write!

Here's my Masterlist of all of the fandoms/characters I'll be writing for, and all of my works and works in progress.

But I write slower than fuck, please bear with me lol.

I'm not taking any requests at the moment ♡

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American Horror Story

(I can see this one being the cause of a lot of darkfics, especially Hotel. There will always be a trigger warnings list before anything I write, so please read it if you feel like you might need it.)

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Cordelia Goode

Madison Montgomery

Misty Day

The Countess

James Patrick March

John Lowe

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Attack On Titan

(I'm gonna be honest; I haven't finished it. But I want to, even though I know the ending! But I've also been wanting to write for them... So please forgive me if they seem a little out of character, it'll get better I promise! I'll also probably be rewatching and getting caught up on it while writing these lol. I'll update y'all!)

Armin Arlert

Connie Springer

Eren Jaeger

Hange Zoë

Jean Kirstein

Levi Ackerman

Mikasa Ackerman

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Criminal Minds

(I had a really bad "Criminal Minds" hyper fixation 2 years ago, but I got out of it before I could finish any of the fics I had set up for them, so I deleted most of them like a year ago 😭)

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

Spencer Reid

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Jujustu Kaisen

So I haven't watched the second season 🙈 I was really liking it! but, in all honesty-

⚠SPOILERS⚠

I got spoiled on pretty much everything and I just could not continue on, knowing almost all of them were gonna die 😭.

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

Nanami Kento

Nobara Kugisaki

Yuji Itadori

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Life is Strange

(Fun fact! I've never played this myself, I've just watched Jacksepticeye play it a lot, lolol. ♡ I'll probably add Rachel and Sean to this list but I definitely need to re-watch those two first.)

Chloe Price

Max Caulfield

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My Hero Academia

(This is the first place I tried to shift too (iykyk), It never happened- but I might try again soon!)

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Iiada Tenya

Izuku Midoriya

JiTn BuWbaIigaCwaEra

Katsuki Bakugo

Kyoka Jiro

Momo Yaoyorozu

Shoto Todoroki

Tamaki Amajiki

Toya Todoroki

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Ouran High School Host Club

(My comfort anime. it's problematic but so good.)

Haruhi Fujioka

Hikaru Hitachiin

Kaoru Hitachiin

Kyoya Ootori

Takashi Morinozuka

Tamaki Suoh

Mitskuni Haninozuka

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Spy X Family

(I love this show, I haven't finished it yet- but that's only because I'm waiting for the second part of the second season to be dubbed on Hulu!)

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

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The Sturniolo Triplets

(I'm hyper-fixating on Matt at the moment, so I'm really sorry if I'm slow at writing for literally anyone else. 😭)

Chris Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo

Nick Sturniolo

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The Umbrella Academy

(I absolutely love this show, I'm happy to talk about it with whoever wants to!)

Allison Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Lila Pitts

Luther Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

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The Walking Dead

(This is probably my favorite show ever; I've been watching it from the very start. Talk with me about it in my asks or messages!)

Beth Greene

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Michonne

Negan Smith

Rick Grimes

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And that's it!

(for now at least)

I would like to restate what I said at the top of this post; I really do want to write. I love thinking of ideas, planning it out and writing it!

But I'm very indecisive person as well as a perfectionist and so honestly, I'm just very slow at it. 😅

I promise I'll try to post as often as I can though.

I love y'all! Ttyl. ♡

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causeitsagame · 10 months

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For the travel prompt, no. 22? With Hajime and Fuyuhiko OR honestly whomever in SDR2 if you're tired of the boys by now 😂 P.S travel buddies, safe travels -xoxo you get one guess

22. Muffled, from the other side of the door

(Fic prompt here, and feel free to send more, anyone! There's another one that I'm doing now that I got this imagery out of my head, and I don't mind having more in the hopper.)

I debated which route to take with the prompt, and then realized that I was circling between some closely related options. So, it turned into "three times someone didn't quite say 'I love you' and one time that they did." Feel free to read as romantic/platonic as you want with any of these.

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DAY WW:

"I checked the library quite thoroughly, and I believe our visitor was a Pacific green turtle. See?" From where she sat on the floor, Sonia rose to a kneeling position. She held a book open above a plexiglass panel, like the man behind it would suddenly open his eyes and comment on the pages.

Gundham didn't, of course. He, and everyone else who'd died inside the Neo-World Program, stayed motionless behind their pod doors.

As if he'd responded, Sonia lowered herself back to the floor and continued to study her book. "After she buried her eggs in the sand, I watched her return to the ocean. I tried to think of all the markers you would look for, and I'm quite sure that the shape of her bill indicated this species."

Gundham's pod remained as silent as ever.

"They're migratory animals." Sonia's hands began to shake where she held the book. "She was missing most of one of her front fins. She just barely made it back to the water. I had to wonder if she encountered a shark along her migration route, or…" Her hands shook more until she gripped the book harder. "Or people."

No matter where that turtle swam, she might have encountered the aftereffects of humanity's collapse. Someone starving didn't care if an animal they saw was endangered; deadly pollution still spread; warfare caught all sorts of innocents in its crosshairs.

And all of those problems could be traced back to the people who had been assigned to these pods.

"I'm mostly hoping it wasn't some sort of chemical problem," Sonia uselessly continued, slipping back into her native tongue. Why did she keep talking? It wasn't like he'd respond. "That might weaken the egg shells if so, right? But… her children should be healthy. Things should be easier for them. Things should… things should start to get better, now."

Sonia's weak smile trembled as she rose back onto her knees to study Gundham. He'd grown lean and quiet as a member of Ultimate Despair. After Junko died and they became the Remnants, the remaining, ascended leaders of Junko's cause, devotion escalated to a fever pitch. Some mutilated themselves, while Sonia directed her nation's people into mass graves. Gundham had separated himself even more from humanity and let his body outright wither.

When Sonia was out in the sun with the other survivors, that era could almost feel like a fever dream, though one that demanded a lifetime's atonement. Gundham looked the same as he had, though; so did everyone else still behind these pod doors. It made it hard not to focus on those years. Deliberately, Sonia stared down at his face and forced her brain to reach even further back.

"I'm sure you'll want to help the turtles when you wake up, right?" Sonia wondered, and polished a tiny spot on his pod door. "I hope you'll let me help. When you and I first talked, back in school… I very much loved helping you with your animals. And I loved…"

Her voice trailed off and Sonia sat back on her heels. No. She'd wait to say that until he'd woken up, and could hear it.

After that pause, Sonia nodded, stood, and adjusted her book. "I'll be sure to look after the turtles until you wake up, all right?"

There was no answer.

Of course.

DAY XX:

"Ten laps, this morning," Akane bragged, and rapped her knuckles ten times exactly against Nekomaru's pod door. "I'm really getting my strength back."

Ten laps? Ten laps of what? Don't get sloppy, that's not a regimen! Describe it better!

Akane lifted an arm high overhead, stretching out its aching muscles. "Ten laps around the middle island, I mean."

The pod practically radiated judgment.

"I know it's the littlest island," Akane added with a dramatic eyeroll. "I'm working my way up, all right? One day, I run laps around its beach. The next day, I swim 'em. And eventually, I'll move up to a bigger island. Maybe you'll be outta there by then, huh?"

See, now that, I can understand! Have you been tracking your times?

"I know, I know, I gotta time myself," Akane grumbled. "You sure do love your numbers, Coach."

Heh. I have to track them, since you won't!

It was so easy to imagine Nekomaru's responses that Akane's imagination couldn't help but picture him opening his eyes, shoving the pod door wide open, and wrapping her into a hug as strong as he'd ever given. But he didn't, reality corrected a moment later. Not yet.

Not yet. Not yet.

Akane swallowed down anything but her daily training report. Coach Nekomaru didn't care about other stuff, right? He'd just want her getting her strength back, and so that was what she'd tell him.

"I'll aim for eleven laps, tomorrow," Akane added, and added one more tap on his pod door. "And I'll time myself!"

You'd better.

Right.

Until he woke up, she'd only talk training.

DAY YY:

"It feels like even longer than it's been. But you're gonna be one of the hardest to wake up, apparently." A heavy sigh escaped Fuyuhiko. "I told Kazuichi and Hajime that they'd better not cut any damn corners. Started yelling, too, until they asked why I was shouting at them. Well, Kazuichi whined about it. For Hajime, it felt like he looked right through me, like he was pulling my brain inside out, and promised you'd be safe."

Fuyuhiko studied the woman inside the pod. Peko had fared better than many of them, to look at her, but that was probably because she'd never been allowed softness while growing up. There hadn't been much there for hell to burn away.

"I keep seeing a shadow out of the corner of my eye, and some part of me still thinks it's you. It's like…" Fuyuhiko smiled wanly, and adjusted the eyepatch that stole a good forty degrees of vision from that side. Yeah. It was like he was walking around with a blind spot over much of his existence.

After that pause, he continued, "I know you'd want to hear that I'm doing okay. Am I? I don't even fucking know. I know how to make friends, now. Without them, I…" He exhaled heavily. "I wouldn't be here. Sorry. I know you'd hate to hear that. I got pretty fucked up after you… uh, left, and I basically stopped caring if I woke up each morning. They made me care, again.

"But isn't that backwards?" Fuyuhiko wondered, leaning against Peko's pod and staring up at the dim metal ceiling. "I still don't totally know how to be without you. When we were really little, I said I loved you before I said it to Mom or Dad. I didn't even remember that until Mom put me through a goddamn guilt trip over it. She was pissed." Sadness weighed on his expression. "And… she probably took it out on you."

Peko said nothing, of course. Even outside her pod, she'd stay quiet. They'd both been shaped like the trees in the family garden, growing in ways chosen by generations past.

"They said that 'love' was what you said to someone you really cared about," Fuyuhiko sighed. "So I said it to you." Another pause choked him, underlaid with the low, constant thrum of electrical current. "And I always meant it… but I didn't ever know how to be your friend. Yeah. Isn't that all ass-backwards?"

Naturally, she didn't reply.

"When you wake up," Fuyuhiko deliberately said, allowing no room for uncertainty, "Maybe we can finally figure out how to be friends. Now that I can do that, y'know."

Peko didn't move, but he hoped she liked the idea.

"Right. We'll get that figured out." Fuyuhiko opened his mouth, closed it, and shook his head. And he'd figure out what else to say, afterward.

DAY ZZ:

"I'm okay with this. With dying for good, I mean." The code-jumbled remains of Chiaki Nanami stared at an output screen hanging impossibly in the air over the Hotel Mirai swimming pool. Programming scrolled down it too quickly for any human to read, a endless waterfall jumble of neon green on black. None of it reflected in the still water below, which began to vanish in half-second blips.

Next to her, Usami smiled at the very last commands for the Neo-World Program. "Because it really worked, didn't it?" Though she'd forced herself out of the system's trash bin to finish off the Junko A.I., code integrity hadn't lasted for long. One of Usami's legs had lost its texture map and was a monochromatic pale grey. The other leg's overlay had gotten corrupted, and was now a staticky jumble of black, green, and red. "And so I'm okay, too!"

Chiaki felt a chunk of her face and most of her shoulder glitch a half-meter to the left, then snap back into place. It didn't hurt; she wasn't a body to tear apart. It was disorienting, though. She'd clawed herself out of the trash, too, when Hajime and the others were caught in a feedback loop, and the process was neither smooth nor easy. "Do you think she was okay?"

Usami turned to Chiaki and tilted her head. The ear lower to the ground fell completely limp, like the structure had been removed from her model. "She? Who are you talking about, Chiaki?"

Chiaki smiled sadly at the screen. On it, Nagito's neural processes were beginning to slowly awaken as his constructed reality crumbled. This world was nearly done. "I'm talking about Chiaki."

Usami's head further tilted.

"The real one."

Taking her hand, Usami declared, "You're real."

Chiaki's smile broadened, and she gripped Usami's paw tighter. "Then, the Chiaki they modeled me after. When she knew that she was about to die, do you think she was okay?"

Usami's typical cheer faltered as she looked down at the flickering swimming pool. Her other ear's structure fell flat, too. "Probably not."

"Yeah," Chiaki softly agreed. "Whatever she wanted or needed to do in her life… she never got the chance. So she couldn't have been okay, could she?" Her eyes turned back to the scrolling code, and as one line blurred past, Chiaki nodded. "He just woke up. They all made it."

"They all made it," Usami echoed. "All of them."

Sniffling, Chiaki knuckled away a tear with her free hand, ignoring how it was suddenly the same monochrome grey as Usami's leg. Her outfit cycled through four color schemes the designers had tried before settling on her final model. They'd dummied out the content, but as her model faltered, it grabbed for any potential data to use. "But me? I got to do what I needed to do. So I'm okay. I really am."

"We both did amazingly!" Usami declared. Above them, the skybox projection snapped into sudden low resolution. Soft cumulus curves became blurry white boxes. "Um. So, the Neo-World Program is trying to shut down, now that Nagito is out of his pod."

Chiaki slowly nodded. Her hand glitched out of Usami's, but she grabbed and held it again. "What needs to happen?"

"That's the control screen," Usami explained as they both stared up at the floating wall of code. It had gone quiet, except for one error message: SHUTDOWN AVERTED. OBSERVER ENGAGED. That error kept repeating, and so it began to take over the screen. "It thinks we want to interact with the program, since we're still in this room."

Chiaki exhaled. She was okay, she was. And she hoped that, somehow, the flesh-and-blood Chiaki would feel some tiny echo of her accomplishment. Maybe that would help her rest. Maybe. "Then, come on, Usami. Let's go."

Usami nodded up at her. Her entire texture map was either gone or glitched, now; Chiaki could only imagine what her own model looked like. "Let's go. And I'm so proud."

"Me too," Chiaki agreed as she led Usami through the front doors of Hotel Mirai, into the lobby where she'd spent so much of her time. The lobby where she'd first met Hajime. "I'll never forget any of them."

When the door clicked shut, the world became impossibly quiet. "It knows we're not observing, any more," Usami whispered. Behind her, an arcade machine blinked out, and then the reception desk.

"The program can end, now," Chiaki agreed, just as softly, and turned back to the door.

It felt like everyone else was right on the other side, somehow, as she rested her free hand upon it. "I love all of you," Chiaki whispered, and smiled through her tears. "We'll be friends forever. Goodbye."

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SHUTDOWN COMPLETE.

#my fic #i'll tag for characters more than ships since you can read most of them either way #(and the last duo is definitely not a ship lmfao)#sonia nevermind #gundham tanaka #akane owari #nekomaru nidai #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #peko pekoyama #chiaki nanami #usami

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verdantglow · 1 month

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ooooh okokokok

Grimdark griann and horror terror watcher/listeners sounds SO SICK

Also i hope you know i genuinely laughed when you said he mightve fished it up. And then i was like "Do Trolls fish? Would that be considered an act of aggression against the top two castes?" and then i decided it would be really fucking funny if Griann was fishing and then Scar swam over, and either purposefully or not, got caught on Grianns line, so our beloved candy blood man fishes up his beloved moirail. I imagine it has happened on multiple occasions.

I am so excited you said that because i personally love Cub and Convex so much, they mean so much to me. Also Iskall!! I love that man!!! And Doc would be such a fun addition to the cast (I personally imagine him as an indigo blood because.... well. sometimes he reminds me of Equius. And despite my hatred for Equius i say this in the most affectionate way if that makes sense) (I dont hate Doc hes such a silly guy)

Dont feel too much pressure about the ships! I can't speak on behalf of anyone else but i know i personally am happy to wait to see them whenever youre ready to put them out, although i AM excited to see who.

I think word of mouth spreading also works really well, although I am genuinely so interested in how exactly it got up to Scar in the first place. As in like what is the lineage from Griann to Scar. I feel like I'd need to know the other blood castes of the cast, and also how closely you're sticking to troll society canon in the way that generally high and low bloods dont mesh too often.

Also, if you have decided it. Im very interested in learning who/what everyones lusus is? If you even just have a combination of animals for a few.

I'm assuming you welcome fanart, but if we slightly change designs/make our own designs (for trolls whose designs haven't made their appearance yet), is that ok?

Oh man, I think Griann definitely has to fish now & yes, he 110% fishes Scar up on multiple occasions. Actually, fuck it, that might be how they meet. In fact… while they knew each other to the extent of being vaguely recognized usernames on the VLARP forums earlier, they actually met in person when Scar got tangled up in one of Griann’s (illegal) fishing nets. Griann had been preparing himself for a fight or flight kinda situation when he noticed a violet blood in his nets, but that proved rather unnecessary. Scar, while he gave Griann some crap about how his nets ought to be more visible, was much more interested in chatting than actually in any way making Griann pay for the slight. This became A Thing, Scar occasionally getting caught up in the nets, though it was never really clear how often this was an accident or not. When Griann was looking for people for 3rd Life, he happened to mention it to Scar, who demanded he be allowed to play. Now, at this point, Scar was really just ‘that odd violet blood who can’t avoid nets & talks a lot & thank fuck doesn’t want me culled’ to Griann. However, when Griann recognized his username from around the community, he figured he’d give Scar a chance.

(There is definitely some angst in here somewhere about how Griann didn’t see Scar for multiple perigees after 3rd Life & how despite their moirallegence during the game, Griann came to doubt whether Scar still wanted anything to do with him after the blood bath in the cactus ring…)

Interesting to think of Doc as an indigo blood! Though I am tempted to make him a low blood with no psychic powers…. Hm… I’ll have to give this more thought… (Okay adding this last minute before posting, but gold blood Doc whose lusus is a swarm of bees that help run all his tech. You know. The Hivemind.)

Okay, so lusii. Here’s who I’ve got figured out from my list:

- Scar: some sort of mercat? Like a purrbeast, but aquatic. A murrbeast if you will.

- Lizzie: Gl’bgloyb, ‘cause she’s every fuchsia’s lusus

- Jimmie: canary. It just has to a canary. Tiny fragile bird that Jimmie’s constantly desperately trying to keep alive.

- Tangoh: a warden. Don’t ask me how wardens got on Alternia, but they are definitely a thing there in this AU. Other trolls (especially low bloods who don’t know him) are terrified of Pancakes, but Tangoh mostly regards him with fond exasperation as he needs a lot of looking after.

- Wrehnn: dog/woofbeast, think German Shepard

- Gem: A deer, but if deer were terrifying predators. It looks like a deer for the most part & people tend to underestimate Gem when she shows up on a skittery prey animal. That is, until her lusus opens her mouth & they see the impossible number of teeth she has.

- Bedubs: a horse of some kind, for sure. Maybe a unicorn, who are seen as fearsome beasts on Alternia. After all, what’s more hardcore than having a single, sharp horn for goring on your forehead?

- Pearle: owl-wolf. Like a wolf that’s got giant eyes & owl wings.

- Mummbo: giant moth

- Eethos: arctic fox with moose antlers

- Skizzl: Irish Wolfhound

- Martyn: snow creeper named Colin

- Joel: honey badger named Jeremy

- Cleaoh: Snow leopard

- Bigbee: a frog the size of a pit bull

- Impuls: ground pangolin. Can’t explain this really, but both my fiancé & I came to this independently. So uh I guess Impuls(e) is pangolin coded??? (Something about burrowing, something about being cute as fuck but razor sharp, something about looking like they want to ask you to a middle school dance.)

- Scohtt: sea otter

- Griann: chicken. Might even actually be a Minecraft chicken, not sure how committed to that bit I am.

Whoops totally just got absorbed in this & figured out all the lusii lol. But this was so much fun, my fiancé & I have been researching animals & YouTubers for the last like hour or so & now my search history is all stuff like “weird big cat” & “animals that are cute & friendly but also could definitely kill you.”

I’m sticking to the separation between castes pretty loosely, mostly because (spoiler) a lot of the out of game plot revolves around rebellion against The Condesce. So it would make sense that trolls who want to overthrow the status quo would be less bound by social norms. Every group pretty much has at least a blue blood or higher in it, & at least one low blood. Not necessarily because I planned that, it’s just sorta how things shook out.

For fanart, yes, omg I welcome it so much! If you want to tweak designs a bit or make up a design, that’s cool. (Though also, if you want in AU references for anyone, I’m always happy to throw together a rough reference sheet! Might take me a day or so, depending on spoon levels, but I’d be delighted to have a reason to draw any of the many trolls I haven’t yet!)

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Ambushed

Fandom: The Walking Dead Characters: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes Prompt: this was written for the prompt "Ambushed" for @whumpers-monthly Warnings: mentions of fight, blood, bruises, loss of consciousness

A/N: this is set somewhere during the beginning of season 3, when the group resides at the prison.

Daryl always preferred going hunting alone. It meant he could do things his way and didn't have to mind anyone else. And, also, he secretly liked the escape from the sometimes crowded-feeling prison living environments.

But on this hunting trip today, Daryl had the distinct feeling that he wasn't alone. There was the constant feeling of being followed, watched, and the general sensation of him not being the only one out in the woods today.

Daryl growled a few cursed words under his breath as yet another rustle of leaves pulled him out of his concentration. He knew the sounds of all kinds of animals as they moved through the woods, and he could even identify a walker, but this was neither.

Even though he was ill at ease, Daryl turned his attention back to the deer he had just spotted about a 100 meters ahead. He had already caught several rabbits and squirrels, but this deer would make a nice addition and feed plenty of mouths back at the prison.

Daryl silently raised his crossbow and took aim. He leveled out his breathing as he chose the perfect spot for the arrow. His finger hovered over the trigger, before he finally pulled it with one quick motion.

The moment he pulled the trigger of his crossbow, he heard it.

Footsteps... Running footsteps... and most definitely coming his way...

Daryl whipped around in a flash, but he was already too late. He just registered someone running towards him at full speed, and he knew instantly that he was under attack. Finally, here was the ambush he had been slowly walking into all day long. And whoever was behind this ambush, executed it perfectly.

Before Daryl could even fully turn around, he had been bowled over by the person running towards him. His crossbow fell from his reach as he smacked hard into the ground, bruising at least a few ribs in the process. Biting through the pain of the impact his ribs had taken, Daryl reached for the spare knife hidden in his boot. But his attempt was blocked by a hard kick in the stomach, followed by the nose of a boot catching him painfully in the lower back.

The involuntary coughing fit the two hard kicks caused, was enough for the attacker to be on top of Daryl. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I must." The attacker pressed the barrel of a pistol into Daryl's chest.

Daryl grudgingly gave up his fight, releasing the hold he had on his attacker and raising his hands in silent surrender. For the first time now, he was face to face with his attacker: a man with a scarf covering half his face, and behind him two scared-looking teenagers aiming their shotguns at him.

Daryl wanted to struggle with all his might, but the man on top of him was eerily strong. And since he was the one with his back pressed into the ground and a pistol aimed at him, Daryl was at a huge disadvantage and he knew it. So for now, he did nothing.

"We're only here for the wildlife you've hunted." The man almost sounded sorry for his own actions. "Just give up the kills and we'll be gone. No one needs to get hurt any further." "Never," Daryl growled back instinctively. "Than I'm sorry." The man's apology caught Daryl off guard, and maybe that was why the following punch landed so hard.

Without any words or warning, the attacker swung his fist. Daryl caught the full, considerable force of the punch with his jaw, and immediately it was lights out...

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"Daryl... come on... wake up..."

Someone was shaking his shoulder, and he recognized the voice that spoke. Daryl slowly opened his eyes. His jaw hurt in spectacular fashion and his head felt fuzzy with the after-effect of unconsciousness. His entire body felt bruised and battered from the beating he took.

Daryl's gaze swam around for a few seconds, but finally landed on Rick hovering over him and Glenn a few feet further back. For a moment he did not know where he was, but he didn't need long for it all to come excruciatingly back to him.

"What the..." Daryl grumbled. The rest of his sentence was lost in a pained grunt, as his bruised and swollen jaw protested. "I was about to ask you the same thing." Rick frowned in worry at his clearly injured friend. "We went looking for you when you didn't return from the hunt. Glenn and I found you here some 30 minutes ago, and I've been trying to get you to wake up all this time. Looks like you've been out for a while. What the hell happened to you?"

Daryl, who had been lying on his side, slowly rolled himself onto his back. He gently felt the painful lump which had formed along his jaw before he spoke. "I got ambushed." "Ambushed?!" Glenn now stepped closer, too. Daryl growled a soft confirmation. "They were after the kills. I knew I was being followed, and I should have turned back."

Daryl slowly sat upright now, but immediately held his hands over his eyes as a sudden wave of dizziness took a hold of him. Rick saw it. He lowered himself onto his haunches in front of Daryl and placed a hand on the archer's shoulder. "Are you okay? It looks like that was some ambush, they got you good." "That guy packed a punch," Daryl grumbled, hating to admit that he was outsmarted. "Must've been," Glenn scoffed darkly, "you've been missing for half a day."

Daryl frowned at that last remark. He realized only now how lucky he had been not to have been killed by the attackers and not to have been mauled by a walked while he lay unconscious.

"We need to get back." Daryl did not wait for any response. He quickly scrambled to his feet, but immediately regretted it. A blinding pain shot through his entire body, combined with another wave of vertigo, and made him stagger.

"Whoa, easy." Rick darted forward to sling an arm around Daryl's waist to steady him. Daryl winced audibly as Rick's well-meant arm around him brushed against the bruises on his back and sides, which the attacker's kicks had clearly caused, too.

Rick frowned at Daryl's obvious discomfort. "When we get back to the prison, I'm asking Hershel to check you over." Daryl nodded silently. He felt the heavy after-effects of taking a beating and being knocked unconscious, so he was not going to protest to that at all.

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