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sunshines-bee-farm · 6 months

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You're On Your Own Kid [Agere Minecraft Fic] [APTR AU]

Trigger warnings: disownment, agere hating, there will be a happy ending and more parts

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PUDDLES WASN’T USED TO BEING ON HIS OWN. He was raised as part of a large family, with six sibling pups who were all bigger, more confident, and apparently nicer than Puddles was. Puddles had an attitude, apparently, and wasn’t always in touch with reality. Apparently.

Sprinkles, his sister, barged into his room one day when he had forgotten to lock the door. It was the biggest mistake of his life, because the moment she saw the adult paci in his mouth and the toys on the ground, she turned on her heels and was gone in an instant. It felt like moments later he was packed and on his way out of Silvermount.

He had only managed to save one of his little items, one he begged and cried for until his ex-mother acquiesced, shoving it in his hands and then slamming the door in his face. It was a raggedy stuffed rabbit, one that used to be cream but was now a light brown. It had a faded, soft-from-time yellow ribbon around its neck. Puddles hid his tears in her fur.

He wasn’t going to lie and say he loved his family. At least, he wouldn’t say it was cut and dry. As the runt of the litter, Puddles had to fend for himself his entire life, and while Sprinkles grew up on a fluffy pillow, he had to fight for scraps of food. He was used to being on his own.

But he wasn’t, too. Because at least they pretended. At least they tried. One adult pacifier later, and they weren’t. One wooden train later, and he was alone.

It didn’t feel much different.

Silvermount was a tiny village built along the peaks of a tall mountain, with a rough path winding down to the valley. The valley in which Star and oliver disappeared into three years ago, after they were found out by the others for their lifestyle. No one understood the age regression, and they didn’t care to try. Puddles didn’t know what happened to the two.

He wandered for days, until he was too tired to hold back the sobs anymore. He curled up on the forest floor for so long a pig laid next to him, plump and serene, not at all spooked by the pup’s unnatural blue fur or loud cries. He named her Bailey.

“Puddles?”

He jumped ten feet in the air. Bailey ran, squealing, to hide behind a tree. He sat up with his pack of useless adult stuff weighing on his shoulders, only to find Oliver, Star’s caregiver, standing there. He held a basket of apples, a diamond axe at his side. It sheened with enchantment.

“Oliver?” His voice cracked.

“What are you doing all the way out here?” Something in his voice told Puddles he knew Puddles would be lying if he said camping. “They didn’t…”

It was all it took. Oliver sat next to him and held him while he cried, which was more than Puddles ever had or ever would deserve. Oliver had always been nice to him. He was a natural caregiver, in any capacity. Puddles would never be like him.

“Hey,” Oliver said softly after a while. “Hey.”

Puddles looked up. Oliver wiped the mud from under Puddles’ eye.

“Come stay with us.”

Puddles’ eyes widened. “Wh-what? No, I can’t— why would you even offer that? After…”

“Because it’s my house and I make my own decisions.” He smiled. “And I forgave you a long time ago.”

“But what about Star?”

“She’s mad at you, she’s not evil.” He laughed. “She won’t let you suffer just because you made a mistake.”

Puddles’ heart was pounding. How was he meant to accept this? He couldn’t. But Oliver was stubborn, and after arguing for half an hour, Puddles was too tired. He just wanted to sleep. Maybe in a bed.

Oliver led him through the Muted Valley, birch trees towering and bees buzzing over tulips and sunflowers. Bailey followed. They came across a decently sized house, clearly handbuilt but done very well, made of baby blue terracotta with a dark oak roof. Mossy cobble lined the dirt path. A few mushroom trees had grown, whether intentionally or unintentionally Puddles didn’t know. Oliver would truly go to the ends of the Earth for Star. What was it like to have someone who loved you that much?

“Little star,” Oliver called when they entered. “Puddles is here.” Something crashed to the ground. Oliver laughed. “You okay?”

“Did you say Puddles?” She poked her head through a doorway. “Is that a pig?”

The living room was covered in toys. Drawings by Star lined the walls, both from when she was big and little, it looked like. Puddles was astounded that they lost everything for littlespace… and kept it. They didn’t seem ashamed or embarrassed. This was just how they were.

Puddles stared at the ground, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes and hugging his bag. Oliver placed a hand on his shoulder as he explained.

“Yeah, I mean,” Star shrugged, looking uncomfortable and definitely not little anymore, “you can stay as long as you need. But… you better be telling the truth.”

His eyes watered. “I am. I promise.”

“I believe you.” She sounded genuine, but he couldn’t fathom why. “You need some little time. Come on, we’ll set up your room later, let’s have a tea party.”

She turned and walked briskly over to her toybox, pulling out a handmade wooden tea kettle and some cups. Puddles hesitated so long she stopped to turn and ask, “You coming? Your pig can join.”

He felt silly sitting at the tea party dressed in trousers and a leather tunic. He missed his onesies, his flare skirts. Star noticed, because after a moment of pouring fake tea she stood and demanded he follow her.

“Play nice, baby,” Oliver called as they left.

Puddles swallowed. They entered the bedroom and Star started going through her little closet.

“You’re a femboy, aren’t you?” She asked. Puddles hesitantly agreed. “So skirts don’t bother you, even though you’re trans?”

“I like skirts,” he said quietly.

“Okay, then I have something you can borrow.”

She pulled out a skirt made of light wool, pastel blue with little fluffy white clouds. She tossed it to him with a white long sleeved blouse. He changed in the bathroom, and when he came out, he felt strange because he felt like himself again.

Star grinned. “You look great! Perfect for a tea party. What about your little guy—what’s his name?” She pointed to his rabbit.

He gripped her tighter. “Delilah.”

“Oh, a girl bunny?”

“Mhm.”

“And did you name your pig?”

“Bailey.”

She crouches down and pets Bailey’s head. “Who’s a good girl? Who’ll probably eat some of my clothes if I’m not careful? You are!”

They went back to the living room and Oliver read a book while he watched them play. Puddles had trouble regressing—a lot of trouble—but found himself slowly sinking into the headspace as Star made conversation and offered him toys. They raced wooden cars along the floor. His favorite was a pink one, made of cherry wood. She gave it to him. Like, for good. He almost cried.

It wasn’t happy tears, though.

Because he was used to being on his own. He was used to fending for himself and keeping his shield raised and his head high, but now? He was crumbling under any small gesture of kindness. He dropped his walls and showed them everything, made himself completely vulnerable.

And they accepted him. They didn’t seem to want to take advantage of him.

And that… he was not used to.

#sfw age regression #a place to rest au #did system #age regression #agere #sfwagere #sfw agere #minecraft #minecraft agere #fandom agere #age regressor #agere writing #agere fic #my writing

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qiinamii · 7 months

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crown swap

#i wasn't sure to wait until i have another set of art otw of this role swap au but i figured eh it'd be a good start than anything lol #i don't have many thoughts (a lie) but love the concept everything's the same except they switched places and it definitely hurts more #to figure how they react in the same scene but as their own person in the other's shoes #i'd think when it comes to magic simon... if betty's flaw came from obsession; then he would be on excruciating guilt #she gave it all up for him and he did nothing but let it happen; do what you will with the rest #betty mad simon sad; true encapsulation of how magic ruins you #qiiarts #betty grof #simon petrikov #petrigrof #adventure time #fionna and cake #prismo the wishmaster #finn mertens #fionna campbell #tiniest cameos lol

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bleedingoptimism · 6 months

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Steve likes to watch youtube videos of a guy who restores old consoles. It soothing to him, it relaxes him. He likes watching how he restores them, fixes them, makes them look brand new.

He also enjoys watching him work for… other reasons. Weirdly, he thinks the guy is kind of hot, even if he never shows his face. He looks fit, with the way his shirts stretch over his chest and are loose on his tiny waist and he’s always wearing cool belts, black leather with studs or chains. He likes the way he moves around, manic and a little clumsy but incredibly precise when necessary.

Steve especially likes watching his hands, thick strong fingers, bony wrists, noticeable veins, and short clean nails that sometimes have chipped black polish adorning them.

He sometimes thinks about those hands when he's alone, but, well… no one needs to know about that.

🎮🤲💖

Eddie has a fairly popular youtube channel… And a huge crush on his next-door neighbor. He simply cannot decide if the dude is cutter than hot or vice-versa.

'He sure is nice, though,' he thinks, when one day he gets a large package of replacement parts that he’s struggling to get inside and the guy walks up to him, asks if he needs any help, and takes the heaviest box with no effort at all.

He says his name is Steve and then stares at Eddie's hand for a really long time when Eddie extends it for him to shake after getting the boxes inside his studio.

He hears Steve’s little 'oh', under his breath and then sees him blush prettily before mumbling ‘He needs to go, now.' And stumbling out of Eddie’s place.

Eddie chuckles to himself as he watches him leave, definitely cute AND hot in equal parts.

🎮🤲💖

A few weeks later Steve's mom tells him she needs help getting rid of some of his nonno's old things and he finds a LOT of cool stuff that look just like the ones Eddie restores on his channel.

He and Eddie have been slowly getting friendlier over these last couple of weeks and he’s been dying to have an excuse to talk to him more, so he takes the items home and then goes to Eddie's and very nervously tries to offer them to him but doesn't know how to explain he knows he's a youtuber without looking like a weirdo because Eddie’s never shown his face.

He stumbles and blushes a lot, barely making any sense and Eddie mistakenly thinks he's trying to ask him out and says,

"I'd love to go on a date with you," Smiling and hiding his dimples behind a lock of hair he's been playing with since the moment Steve started stuttering.

Steve completely forgets what he was trying to say or do and says he'll pick him out at 6.

The date is amazing, it feels like they are meant to be. They get along so well, talking, laughing, and already making fun of each other as if they’re old friends. And they are definitely attracted to one another. If the way Eddie practically tackles Steve with his rush to get his mouth on him when they get back, it’s any indication.

Steve is very on board with this and he enthusiastically kisses him back. They kiss desperately as he fumbles with his door handle to get it open. When he succeeds, he walks them backward into his place not wanting to stop kissing Eddie, but stumbles and falls flat on his ass.

When Eddie turns on the light he sees Steve sprawled on top of a bunch of boxes full of old technology. A lot of emotions go through his face, ‘he’s so expressive’ Steve thinks a little enamored, having still not realized how much trouble he’s in.

But Eddie looks confused, then shocked and scared, and finally, angry,

"Steve, what the fuck?"

‘Oh, shit…’

“I can explain!” he says immediately, standing up and walking toward Eddie as he backs away,

“I didn’t want to ask you out-” Steve starts but interrupts himself when Eddie huffs, turns, and starts walking towards his own apartment, “Shit, fuck! No- That’s not what I meant, Eddie! Wait-”

He turns again and glares at Steve but then his eyes go wide, “Steve,”

“Please, let me explain-”

“Steve-”

“I did- do! Want to ask you out! I like yo-”

“Steve!” Eddie screams and Steve stops, shocked, and finally focuses. Eddie is staring at him and he’s so pale even his freckles have changed color. But no, wait. He’s not staring at him, he’s staring at his arm and Steve looks down to see… a lot of blood.

“Oh,” he says faintly. He must have cut himself on a sharp edge when he fell. Too worried about Eddie, he hadn’t even noticed the pain, but now that he’s seeing the cut, it fucking hurts.

“Oh,” he says again, realizing he’s feeling kind of dizzy, ‘that's way too much blood,’ he thinks.

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie huffs, takes off his flannel shirt and wrapping it around Steve's arm, he pulls Steve by his other hand toward his van.

“Oh no, your cute shirt,” he mumbles and hears Eddie snort before he slams the door of the passenger seat and goes to the driver’s one.

They go to the hospital in silence. It's tense. Steve tries to explain himself but Eddie shuts him up harshly, tells him to save his energy.

Even so, when they get there, Eddie still holds him gently by his good arm as he helps him inside. He tells the nurse what happened because Steve is having a hard time focusing right now and then tells him he’ll wait outside for him.

He gets stitches and a tetanus shot just in case because he doesn't remember when was the last time he got one and gets weird looks when he refuses painkillers, but no arguments. He’s given a little juice box and is told he can't get up until he finishes it.

A few seconds after the nurse leaves, the door opens and Eddie walks in. Steve looks up and smiles at him, but Eddie doesn’t smile back and Steve shrinks a little on himself.

Eddie sits on the chair facing the overbed table Steve is perched on and sighs, moving his hand in little circles motioning like, ‘Well go on. Explain yourself’

Steve looks around the room and thinks about where to start. He can't look Eddie in the eye, so he stares at the little juice box in his hands. It's got a cartoon orange in the front. The drawing it’s awful and kind of scary.

Taking a deep breath, he starts, “I've been watching your videos for a long time now. I have- I am- I-”

He fumbles for what to say, even if this date is already ruined…it's not exactly a good first date topic, is it? How fucked up he’s inside.

In a flash, images of his father’s violence, running from home with his mom, going to live with his nonno, taking care of him as he slowly lost his mind with age while his mom worked her ass off to feed them, getting cheated on, losing his “friends” because he didn't want to bully freshmen, working as a babysitter and getting almost beat up to death by his kid’s stepbrother… he shakes his head and shrugs,

“I've been through some…stuff” is what he says in the end, looking up at Eddie. He doesn't look mad anymore, his expressive eyes look concerned. Steve worries about what was it Eddie saw in his own expression, but it surprises him how easily he read him. He’s usually so good at hiding it.

He breathes in again and keeps going, “Your videos, they calm me down when I've, sometimes I get anxious and-” he clears his throat, again, not wanting to tell Eddie about the panic attacks, the nightmares.

But it seems he doesn't have to, Eddie looks at him like he gets it.

It makes Steve want to keep talking, “Watching you work, seeing you fix things, leave them like new, no sca- marks, no problems, just working again and beautifully clean. It makes me feel better.”

Eddie gives him a small smile and Steve returns it, “I really like your hands…” he blurts out and then closes his mouth quickly, blushing furiously.

Eddie’s eyes go wide and then he smirks and stands up slowly walking up to him and taking Steve’s hands on his own, they both stare at their joined hands for a while, the touch feather-like and soft.

“You recognized me because of my hands?” Eddie asks him a little incredulous.

Steve giggles, “I saw the logo for your channel on your studio that day I helped you with the boxes,” he clarifies sheepishly.

Eddie blushes and opens his mouth in a silent ‘oh,’

Steve draws small circles on Eddie's knuckles with his thumbs, “When I came over today, I was just trying to offer you those stuff at my place, they were my grandfather's” he explains, “I didn’t know how to say I knew who you were without looking like a weirdo and I got nervous and you thought I was going to ask you out and I wasn’t planning to but you are so beautiful I-

Eddie kisses his cheek and Steve shuts up and looks at him surprised,

“I’m sorry I freaked out,” Eddie says, “I thought- I don’t know what I thought- I was just upset you didn’t actually like me.”

And Steve immediately answers, “I like you” a little too excitedly.

Eddie smiles at him so warmly it makes his heart rate pick up, “Good. I like you too.”

He blushes and looks down at their hands again unsure, “Do you really? Even tho I’m…”

“What?” Eddie asks, squeezing his hands reassuringly.

“Broken?” Steve whispers.

Eddie hums and drops his hands to hold his face, “Not broken, baby” he says lovingly and kisses the crease between Steve’s brows, the top of his eyelid, his nose, and the corner of his mouth. Then hugs him and Steve buries his face on Eddie's neck, and breathes him in.

A minute goes by or an hour, Steve is not sure, and Eddie leans back enough to kiss him again softly and whispers, “Some things don't need to be fixed Steve, just held.”

𝒻𝒾𝓃

coffee? a hug? ☕🥐💕

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i wrote something #modern au #trying out this new read more feature i hope it works!#im kidding #i do hope people click for the rest tho this goes places

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tangledinink · 5 months

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OH MY GOD IS HE MISSING HALF HIS PLASTRON?!?!!! AGANGKUSGKUAVKUSUKVAI MY BABYYY

lmao yeah they've had this discussion a few times now. it's slowwllyy starting to sink in for don now.

[ swanatello ]

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shepscapades · 2 years

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Honestly, Bdubs and Ethos relationship then vs now? Someone better feel remorse!

Consider, my friend: Bdubs and Etho’s relationship in the future :]

Part 1 (You are Here — Sorry for the abrupt cut/short length with this one! I assure you there is much more to be revealed in part 2 ;-])

Part 2

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months

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Collection of edits from this comic with Disco Elysium dialogue.

#What do I even tag this #mdzs #mdzs disco elysium au #There are so many line that work very well for them. Alas I was constrained by the panels I had.#So many hbd and kim conversations fit the wangxian dynamic its unreal.#Once again I am politely holding out Disco Elysium as a recommendation: So long as you are aware of it's content and warnings.#It is truly one of the most hopeful games about trauma and despair. It is hilarious in a way that frames the tragedy perfectly.#Be warned that it is a dark and heavy read. But it is truly a life changing experience.#It helped my get out of a bad place in realizing how much I was hurting myself by trying to hold onto the past and regrets.#Go in as blind as you can. If you are ready for it - you will not regret playing this game.#In other news...yeah okay so I meant to spend the rest of my saturday drawing more pd-mdzs #Then I started watching Link Click.... oops where did the time go?#Permit me another day of stalling and I will have comics coming soon. Might sprinkle some LC doodles in the mix too.

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wackus-bonkus-maximus · 10 months

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Even now, with his father lost to the universe, and not even a body to bury, Gabriel was still here. He was in his room, in all the belongings his money had bought, in all the clothes that bore his brand. He was in the Miraculous on Adrien’s hand, the twin rings hanging from a chain he could never remove, in all the words Ladybug refused to tell Chat Noir. And he was in the statue in the Place des Vosges, immortalized in gold, looking out at the city with serene contemplation, but never down at Adrien. Never again. “He was Monarque,” Adrien spoke into the darkness. Maybe Plagg could hear, maybe not. His Kwami was always good about knowing just what Adrien wanted him to know. “My father was Monarque.” His words hung hollow in the silence, their weight somehow growing heavier on Adrien’s chest as he spoke. The voice didn’t answer, keeping silent long enough for Adrien to wonder, once more, if he really had imagined it. Then it was there again, as close and clear as though its speaker was in the room with him. You’re Chat Noir, it told him firmly. Cataclysm his statue.

moonie i'm obsessed.

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hoofpeet · 2 years

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Local wolf-guy really tsundere about being domesticated into a dog

#hoof draws #replacement ingo au #i've been latched onto these 2 specifically for a while #agh<3 #the tenderness of repeatedly offering a warm place to stay to someone who's never experienced softness before‚ to their complete confusion #<33 rest assured spice likes his trainer a lot (secretly)

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happypanda101 · 24 days

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@crushedsweets IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN EVENTUALLY IM SORRY

I drew the Nina’s with Jeff, so it was only right that the Jeff’s were next, uh… well, let’s just say this is a photo taken before distaster.

Jeff loves Nina like a little sister it’s on SIGHT.

Also sorry if his hair looks a bit brown, I don’t know why lol. Despite him being a jerk, I really love his design!

#creepypasta fandom #creepypasta #creepypasta art #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta au #crushedsweets #//may Jeffery rest in peace #//everyone place your bets!#//who’s gonna win?

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friendlyneighborhoodplebeian · 9 months

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I want a Batfam au were Tim and Damian have a normal sibling relationship, but due to the fact everyone else in the family has been the only child up until their adoption into the family and don’t necessarily have the most normal sibling relationships with each other (Jason+Dick pre Jason’s death didn’t talk, Jason has heavy resentment for Tim, Dick is more of a distant mentor/hero to Tim, Cass isn’t around much, and Duke is new to the family) they don’t realize Tim and Damian have a perfectly normal sibling relationship. But to their only child brains they don’t know this and subsequently they think Tim and Damian have a really unhealthy relationship and hate each other. Like they get Canary involved to observe them and she’s just really confused because her and Sarah (White Canary, and her little sister) do all this stuff all the time, this is normal.

#batfam #batfamily #tim drake #damian wayne #batman #red robin #dc robin #batfam au #Like siblings trying to kill and endanger each other is normal #(I know people that have chased their siblings around with knives and put their siblings in washing machines)#And seemingly hating your sibling is an average day #I feel like the majority of the Batfam don’t understand sibling relationships bc they are only children #Yes I also know that Damian and Tim were only children too #But out of the Batfam I think they have the most sibling esc relationship #Like calling your brother “my little/baby brother” and “brat” in less than 2 pages is exactly what siblings do #I feel the rest of the Batfam are more distant with each other #Dick in Bludhaven #Jason with his own place #Cass traveling #Duke being new member of the family #They have their moments of “yeah they’re definitely siblings” but Tim and Damian are constantly acting like siblings #Their relationship is fundamentally different from the others in my head that I can stop thinking about it

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didderd · 10 months

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Milk look, he carved n burned you a lil wooden birb. :3

Butch belongs to @sans-guy.

#what kinda bird is it? i have no idea lmao #wasn't gonna shade this #but after i added the burns to the bird it looked so out of place #so much more rendered than the rest of the drawing lmao #the shading helped a bit #hope u like :3 #<333 #butch sans #undertale #undertale au #didderd art

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sunshines-bee-farm · 6 months

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Cotton Candy Skies [Agere Minecraft Fic] [APTR AU]

Trigger warnings: fighting [happy ending]

PUDDLES WATCHED.

Over the course of his months with Star and Oliver, he did a lot of watching. Watching that soft voice overtake Oliver’s throat as he came close and helped Star ease into her regression. She didn’t regress voluntarily, like Puddles did, rather it happened as a trauma response or just her brain deciding she needed some serotonin. Puddles saw it first hand one night, when Star and him got into a fight.

“I just feel so… pushed aside,” he had admitted, and Star got defensive.

“We literally asked you to move in.”

“I know, but…” He cringed. He was bad at expressing himself. He never made any sense.

“I just don’t understand what more I could do to make you feel like you’re part of the family.”

Part of the family. He stared at her, suddenly angry. “What?”

“What more do you need?”

“Part of the family?” He repeated, standing.

Oliver wasn’t home. He had run out to do some late-night hunting, as they were almost out of food. He wasn’t there to step in.

“I’m not part of anything. I eat dinner alone in my room.”

“Dinner that Oliver cooks,” Star argued.

“I play by myself.”

“With my toys!”

“I never asked for your toys!”

She stood, too, crossing her arms. Her breathing was coming out quick, erratic. “This is so unfair, you’re making me feel so bad and we— we let you move in, I don’t—”

Puddles flinched. He didn’t want to make her feel bad. His whole intention here was to convey his feelings. He was never good at that, though. He always made people feel bad, which was why he had to stop conveying his feelings, immediately. It was never worth it.

He should’ve stayed silent.

Because now Star was hyperventilating and snapping angry, mean words, until Oliver burst the door down and ran over to her. He spared Puddles a glance, once Puddles merely caught through wet eyes, and he could have sworn Oliver looked worried. But it was just hope, as always. Because he picked up Star and carried her into their bedroom. The door shut.

And he was once again alone.

So he went back to watching. Watching the hand on the small of Star’s back, pulling her close so he could hug her. Watched the pride in his eyes as he accepted a coloring Star did for him, messy and imperfect and so cute. Watched them stumble out of the bedroom in the morning, when she’s big and they have stars in their eyes but only for each other.

Puddles had only had one caregiver in the past. An older man who he couldn’t remember the name of. They were together for four months, and it was the worst four months of Puddles life, disguised as the best. Most people who had been through something similar to Puddles swore off caregivers, partners, the like. The difference was Puddles saw that his experience was not universal. Puddles saw, through Oliver, there were good caregivers out there.

Just not for him.

Puddles stopped sleeping in his bed. He didn’t know why. He just did. Somehow he found it unbearable to be beneath the soft covers, reaching his paw out endlessly for ghosts under the sheets. He curled up inside Star’s toybox, full of plushies and hard blocks that dug into his sides, and somehow a blanket always ended up over him by morning. Star made a comment about it being his nest. He didn’t mind. She didn’t sound like she did, either.

One day Puddles didn’t get out of bed. He didn’t know why. He just didn’t want to. And no one asked him to. So why would he?

It wasn’t until it was dark again when there was a hand on his shoulder. Dry tears matted his fur beneath his eyes, so he didn’t raise his head, only hummed what he hoped sounded neutral at least.

“We’re worried about you, Puddles,” Oliver said softly, and it made chills chase across Puddles’ skin. “Are you feeling sick?”

“No,” he admitted. He hated lying.

“What’s going on?” He was using his Caregiver Voice. Why was he using his Caregiver Voice?

“Nothing,” he mumbled.

“Just didn’t feel like getting up today?”

“I guess not.”

There was silence. Puddles wanted to cry. They always left him alone, why not now?

“Well, Star is off visiting a friend,” Oliver said. “And I think you and I deserve some bonding time. She gave me free reign on the dollhouse. What do you say?”

Puddles looked up in confusion. “What?”

“Do you want to regress and play with me?” He asked clearly. “I think it would help you feel better.”

Oliver wanted him to feel better. Why was that so hard to get through his head?

“Come on, pup.” He smiled and held out a hand. “Come play with me.”

He couldn’t resist that if he tried. He took his hand and allowed Oliver to pull him out of the toy box. He was still dressed in the onesie he had on last night, which was lavender and covered in pink axolotls, so he didn’t feel too awkward being in the playroom.

“What do you want to do first?” Oliver asked.

“Um…” Puddles hesitated. What if he suggested something Oliver hated, but he agreed just to be nice? Puddles would feel so bad.

“How about you just tell me yes or no, okay?” Oliver smiled.

Puddles nodded. Oliver looked around the room curiously.

“Hm… dress up?”

Puddles hesitated. Then shook his head.

“Pretend?”

Puddles perked up. “Yes!”

“What kind of pretend?”

“Um…” He thought about it very hard. “Can we play house?”

“Sure, sweetheart.” Oliver grinned. “Who do you want to be?”

“The son, like Christopher Robin!” Puddles ran forward and grabbed Star’s soccer ball. “But I’m also… a pirate!”

“Okay,” Oliver laughed, “sure, you’re pirate Christopher Robin. And who am I?”

“You’re also a pirate,” Puddles said, crashing down into little space. “But we don’t know that we’re both pirates and we need to hide it from each other!”

“Ohhhh, okay, that’s interesting, sure. So how do we know each other in real life?”

Puddles faltered. There was an obvious answer, one Puddles liked very much. But he just couldn’t live with himself if he made Oliver or Star uncomfortable.

“Maybe I adopted you.”

Puddles looked up in surprise. “Yeah?”

Oliver patted Puddles’ head, and offered him a hug. Puddles took it eagerly. “Yeah, kiddo. But we were both pirates before then and we have no idea!”

Puddles giggled. “Yeah! And now I’m late coming home to dinner!”

They broke apart and Puddles ran out of the room, only to come bursting back in, fake panting and apologizing for being late. He pretended to take off a pirate hat and throw it behind his shoulder. Oliver laughed, and it surprised Puddles with how sincere it sounded.

“You worried me sick!” Oliver cried. “You were gone all day, and I had no idea where you were.”

“Sorry,” Puddles said sheepishly. “Can I help make dinner?”

They stood at Star’s play kitchen and pretended to chop vegetables, putting them in a giant stone pot. They pretended to be mother and son until it got dark, avoiding each other when they were pirates and eventually having the big reveal, gasping overdramatically and pretending to be unsure of how to move forward. Eventually Puddles fell asleep, curled up in Oliver’s lap in a pirate hat.

Star came inside the next morning to find Puddles curled at the foot of their bed. Oliver rolled over in bed, his head at the pillows, and pulled Star close.

“How was your time with Puddles?” She asked uncertainly.

“Great. He’s a great kid, just like you.”

“So are you wanting to ask him?”

“I think so, but I’m not trying to rush you.”

“I…” Star thought about it for a second. “I’m not ready, but I wouldn’t feel right hiding our intentions from him. So why don’t we just see what he wants and go from there?”

Oliver kissed her forehead. “My little Star, so smart. We’ll talk to him when he wakes up.”

What they didn’t know, is that Puddles had heard the entire conversation.

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snowyh2o · 3 months

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Is no one gonna talk about how Alastor shows up at the hotel one day, offers his services to Charlie, and then just fucking moves in with them and brings along 2 new flatmates.

Like, how did that conversation even go?

Dude attached a whole ass radio tower to the hotel! Was he homeless? Did he need a place to stay?? Is that why he was so interested in the hotel???

Nothing about him being the hotel’s manager or host or Charlie’s sponsor would necessitate him to actually move in and live with everyone else at the hotel. I can’t imagine Charlie or Vaggie would’ve been particularly welcoming of him deciding to start living with them. Or the new additions to the hotel.

Radio Demon shows up at your door like a wet cat and doesn’t leave. All attempts at removing him result in failure and eldritch horrors best not mentioned.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #shitpost #but also a legitimate question #what I wouldn’t give to see what happened during that first week #Alastor just spontaneously claiming a room and terraforming it into a swamp #charlie too cautious to ask him why he’s staying #Alastor ignoring Vaggie’s attempts at kicking him out #I’d say the rest of the hotel being just as tense #but the rest of the hotel is Angel ‘he looks like a strawberry pimp’ Dust #and Husk and Nifty #who are used to his antics #the AU where Alastor sponsors the hotel not for nefarious means but because he needed a place to stay and it’s free rent

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lucydoodlessometimes · 4 months

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the Lunar secret weapon and the King's best kept secret, one Carswell Thorne!

original au

Au-specific character info under the cut

Thorne knows his full name here, which means he could track down his birth records and thus parents- if he wasn't convinced there was no point, as they voluntarily submitted him to die. so.

He braids his hair in much the same way that cress wraps hers around her wrists as stress relief. I didn't find a good way to draw it, but its there.

Thorne is more unsure than in canon in this au, but he is very interested in making cool romantic moments (as opposed to Cress, who was very interested in having them but rarely tried to make them.)

he has a little Thorne! just as eager and cheerful as little cress, but a bit more utility-focused. He quickly got bored of the background work slog, even as a child, and thus programmed little thorne to take over lots of the early searching, filtering, and sourcing of the research Sybil often asks for.

the haircut cress gives him post-satellite is, admittedly, rather good for a newly blind woman.

However, if you have functioning eyes, you can probably tell that it is godawful.

Fortunately, Cress also manages to pick up an escort body for Nansi, who delights in fixing it for him.

(on that note, I think I might change up her look from Iko's even though it doesn't really make a ton of sense? mostly because I want to. Talk me out of it in the tags)

Thorne gives Cress her eyedrops and is very extra special careful about it because he doesn't wanna mess up this thing he's got going on in her direction. He's worried about her!

I made a pass at a butterfly outfit here- I confess, I'm very excited for the blue "dress"

(I may or may not let it be a dress, I think that futuristic sci fi can accommodate a man in a dress so it's really just whatever I wanna draw that day and whatever i think he looks good in)

either way, i let the butterfly sleeves instead take on a capeish feel, as I don't think the draping feel works as well on this kind of jacket. Future changes may occur!

His satellite outfit was kind of meant to give this yucky hospital gown feel, as I imagine Sybil to be rather,,,,, uninterested in the fashion of her little tool.

That's all I got! hope you enjoyed and feel free to add on <3333

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