#cotton candy and hunters au

[kolibruy]

Chapter 5 be like:

#someone said cotton candy?? #WHERE?? #the rise of infinite au #sonic fanart #sth #sth fanart #fanart #sketch #sonic the hedgehog fanart #the rise of infinite #infinite the jackal #zero the jackal #fang the sniper #fang the weasel #nack the weasel #fang the jerboa #fang the hunter #sonic forces #sonic forces au

[sentience-if]

Modern day? Au where RO and io go hang at the amusement park. Which ride is most preferred by each RO and what's their least favorite?

val: Loves the dart and balloon game. and the throwing balls at bottles game. and the duck hunter game. all the games, really. Val can probably tell you exactly how every carnival game is rigged to be more difficult than it should be. if there's pig races, they're betting their entire month's paycheck on the cutest pig

Ira: got sick after one roller coaster (too much cotton candy) but won't stop going on the swing ride. every time u turn around they're up there wiggling their feet in the air. also loves the merry-go-round mostly just for the aesthetic

Klaus: unsettlingly good at the hall of mirrors, navigating it in record time and making no mistakes. like what the fuck man. obsessed with the booth games where you race little ducks or horses or whatever. accidentally pisses off the fortune teller

connie: will have to be coerced onto any ride; frankly it's a miracle you got them to the park in the first place. but if you're careful, you can goad them into taking on the mechanical bull. will win you one, ONE, prize if you ask nicely

Kat: no coasters, no thrill rides. bumper cars is all that matters. she'll find a way to bribe the ride operator to let her take over the entire ride so you can duel her one on one. it's terrifying, it's impressive, she's violating the geneva convention, someone's losing a tooth

#ask #sentience if #val #constantine #klaus #ira #kat

[magpie-to-the-morning]

Stone Heart - Part One

Moodboard by @acrossthesestars

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Steven Grant x Demisexual!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: Just pure cotton candy fluff

Summary: Maybe Steven’s one-sided friendship isn’t so one-sided after all... AKA a Moon Knight Pygmalion AU

Author’s Note: You can thank @letterfromvienna for encouraging me to turn this silly little idea from a throwaway idea to a two part bit of self-indulgent, romantic fluff, and for contributing some wonderful ideas and bits of dialogue. Thank you also to @acrossthesestars for endless support in the form of proofreading, hand holding, and mood board making. I love you so much, my crow. 🖤

Steven can’t remember the first time he decided to take his break in the classical statuary gallery rather than the usual staff canteen. He’d tried eating there first, hoping to befriend some of his new coworkers. Months into working at the British Museum though, most of them remain politely disinterested in getting to know him.

He’d tried, really he had. Memorizing the names of their kids, remembering birthdays, letting them vent about their days. He’d even tried to organize after hours meet ups but after one too nights sitting at a bar surrounded by empty stools, silent phone in hand, he’d given up. He’s too talkative, too excitable, too… much.

It’s easier this way, retreating to the overlooked room tucked behind the Parthenon sculptures. That area is always swarmed with guests eager to see the Elgin Marbles. Steven avoids it. The idea of all those stolen artifacts in one place makes his neck itch. Granted, the museum is filled with those sorts of objects but somehow the sculptures and friezes in that room (at least, the ones not missing their heads) seem to glare down at him accusingly.

He much prefers your gallery. Sunlight streams in from banks of antique windows, painting the marble-clad room in shifting shades as the light changes. Blush pink and champagne gold in the morning, cool green in the afternoon when it filters in through vining ivy. His favorite time to visit is in the velvety blue nighttime when the lights are dimmed and moonlight glints off milk-white stone. It’s magical then, easier to imagine that the statues are just on the verge of leaping out of the shadows, bending closer to hear his late-night chatter.

Each one is familiar. The hunter, endlessly pursuing a stag he’ll never reach. The musician strumming her lyre. The bull-headed minotaur pondering his strange existence (“You and me both, mate.”) Steven’s walked the floor enough times to know them all from every angle. Knows every raised stone eyebrow and deceptively animated hand gesture. Time and again though, he finds himself drawn to the far left corner.

To you.

“Hullo!” He greets you with a half-wave and a shy smile, a brown paper bag clutched in his hand as always. “What’ve I missed?”

He eats slowly, contentedly, imagining you telling him about the day’s visitors or any new additions to the gallery. He’s not mad. He knows you’ll never truly speak to him. Your lips may be quirked in amusement, your eyes kind and somehow knowing, but you’re still a statue.

But hey, everyone has their flaws and Steven, spending his breaks on the bench beside your plinth, isn’t one to judge. You’re a good listener and while he wishes he could be the same for you, he appreciates the patient way you let him natter on. He tells you about his days, the postcards his mum sends, dogs he stopped to pet on his way in to work. Most of all, he tells you about his work in the museum.

“Did you see that new Ennead poster they have downstairs? It’s missing two of the gods. Two! I mean, I know marketing is busy but that’s a bit of an oversight, innit?”

“I told you about Donna, yeah? My boss in the gift shop? She’s making me stay late for inventory. Again. And the inventory she’s got me doing - you should see it. Boxes and boxes of Anubis plushies, just piles of the things. I’m all for getting the kids interested but it just seems weird to have little stuffed death gods all over the place.”

“You’ll never believe it. Remember the new hire I told you about? AJ? They quit. They didn’t even make it two weeks and oh, you should have seen Donna’s face when they told her off. It’s almost worth the extra shifts I’ve had to pick up.”

“Oh, I meant to tell you. The museum cafe has a gelato section now. You probably didn’t have gelato. Erm, like, a softer ice cream sort of thing? But I guess you didn’t have ice cream either… I don’t either, really. But they do have some nice fruit sorbets. Oo, like this mango raspberry one…”

It’s not all museum talk, though. Steven talks to you about archaeology journals he’s read, discoveries made and theories shared. He makes an effort to share details relevant to what he imagines to be your origin, but that’s proven difficult.

The plaque beneath your feet is scant on details (“Stone Maiden. Date unknown. Artist unknown. Marble.”) and even his own research hasn’t turned up much additional information. According to a researcher in the Antiquities department, experts disagree on when your sculpture was made, and even how. It’s so detailed, almost uncannily so, leading experts to argue whether a classical sculptor would even have been capable of sculpting such life-like precision.

He does his best. From the wreath of roses carefully woven through your braided hair, he guesses that you might have been a gardener. Your garb is fairly modest for a classical statue, though it’s gauzy and evokes sheer, clinging material so well he’d blushed the first time he saw you. He can’t tell much from that, but the scroll clutched in one hand suggests an interest in learning. He likes to imagine you slipping out of a sun-drenched villa to read in the shade of an olive tree. No, a willow, somewhere with cool water you can dangle your bare feet in. On especially rough days, Steven likes to imagine sitting down beside you and asking every question he’s ever had about you and your life, and what your voice might sound like if you had one to answer him with.

As the months slip past, Steven finds himself sharing more intimate glimpses into his life.

“His name is Gus! He’s just got the one fin, bless him, but you’d never know it with how he zips around. I’m not sure the bowl is big enough though. Should I get him a tank, do you think?”

“She never showed. Said something about me having the wrong day but that doesn’t seem possible, I think I would have remembered having a date, hello!”

“Yeah, so, the ankle restraints are helping with the sleepwalking. Maybe it’s for the best that dating hasn’t been working out - who wants to come back to a flat with ankle restraints and heaps of books everywhere? Besides, I think the place might be haunted? I’m the only one there but I can’t tell you how many times I put something down in one place and it turns up in another. So, unless Gus is some sort of rapidly evolving ‘super goldfish’…”

He comes to rely on these times with you, feeling more at ease than he does around Donna, whose expectations he’ll never meet or his co-workers, too absorbed in their own duties to pay much attention to an aspiring Egyptologist who can barely hold down a position in the gift shop. At least you’re always there to listen.

“I brought the new issue of Current Archaeology. The cover story’s about Dr. Salima Ikram’s latest discovery in Saqqara and oh, she’s just fantastic. Here, listen to this…”

“Are Oreos really vegan? I thought they were when I packed some for lunch but now I’m not sure… Maybe I’d better not. D’you want one? I’ll leave one here, yeah?”

“Ok this is silly but… I saw this flower on my way to work. It’s a peony, I think? Someone left it on the bus and it made me think of you. I imagine you don’t get to see many flowers and you might miss your garden, so, here.”

He wonders sometimes if he’s being a coward, or a fool, spending so much time and energy speaking to someone who will never talk back. Is it fear of rejection that keeps him coming back to you again and again?

It’s possible. But maybe it’s something else. The recognition of a kindred spirit, albeit one locked in marble. The dream that maybe, just maybe, his friendship could mean something to you, too.

It may be fantasy but it’s also the one moment in his day where he feels less alone.

Which is why when he walks into your gallery the next day to find your plinth empty and his usual bench occupied by a woman who looks oddly, impossibly familiar, the cardboard box in his arms crashes to the ground.

Part Two

#Steven Grant #Steven Grant x Reader #Steven Grant X Fem!Reader #Steven Grant x F!Reader #Moon Knight #Fic #My fic #Stone Heart

[elsa-fogen]

Are you alive? What is your opinion about the finale of The Owl House? I didn't really like it...Hunter's only line is "What about Luz?" apart from what he said in this dream...

yes i'm alive, i'm just still playing Rain World (and i making my own mod even)

about the finale, i'm

Hunter wasn't tormented enough (lol). His plotline doesn't feel compeleted. Remember when he just got back to BI he wanted to find Belos, to take revenge? Well he doesn't anymore! And he didn't even get to punch Belos in a face at least ONCE (if you don't count that time when he was possessed) And Belos?? I'm deeply disappointed of how they killed him. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Hunter was there, but it was just Eda, King and Raine? I just need Belos to be alive for some of my post'canon AU lol But i'm satisfied with Collector's plotline and, thanks Dana, that they didn't stay on BI. This surely made for the possibility of new plot where they can't just move the whole moon or smth and solve all the problems. And. i remember that someone who watched WaD long before the premiere (idk???) said that we'll have the bittersweet ending, and i have only one question.

where?

it wasn't bittersweet, it was a cotton-candy ending. Nobody even died :\

But uhh

But hey, i predicted Hunter's new palisman! I never shared this prediction here, but i was like "If Luz's pailsman won't be a bluejay, it will be Hunter's in my hc". And it's canon now.

Also, Flapjack tattoo for all the team is so sweet 🥺

And AMITY STOLE HUNTER'S HAIRNOODLE /j

#toh #the owl house #toh watching and dreaming

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

What are all the babes (sams canon and ocs) favorite soda or water /flavors?

🩸🌜

You're in for...a long ass lost. Buckle in🩸🌜anon.

Canon and AUs:

Sun: Cucumber Water

Moon: Red Bull

Kill Code/Crescent: Monster

Eclipse: Coconut Water

Blood Moon: Carbonated Blood

Harvest Moon: Carbonated Bone Broth

Lunar: Orange Juice

Good Eclipse/Sirius: Carbonated Oil

Lord Eclipse/Pulsar: Carbonated Coffee

Servant Sun/Dawn: Mint Lime-ade

Prisoner Moon/Dusk: Lavender Lemonade

Captive Lunar/Twilight: Tea With Honey

Moonless Sun/Nebula: Mountain Dew Voltage

Merged Moon/Ganymede: Six Vente Mocha Frappuccinos In A Row

Star: Cotton Candy Faygo

Ceres: Candy Apple Faygo

Andromeda: Sun Drop

Callisto: Mug's Root Beer

Eris: Barq's Root Beer

Hunter Moon: Espresso

Blue Moon: Dr. Pepper

Gibbous Moon: Coca-Cola

Buck Moon: Pepsi

Purple Moon: Apple Cider

Honey Moon: Hot Chocolate

Dysnomia: Vanilla Cream Soda

Murder Code Sun/Black Hole: Saltwater

Arche: Margharitas

Angel: Sugar Syrup

Glow Moon: Glow Stick Liquid

Glitter Moon: Sparkling Water With Beverage Glitter

All My Eclipse Backups:

Comet: Baja Blast

Kuiper: Blueberry Lime Water

Cosmos: Lemon Water

Equinox: Mint Chocolate Smoothie

Solstice: Pear Fennel Water

Meridian: Chocolate Sauce

Quasar: Raspberry Mint Water

Heliosphere: Faygo Redpop

Bolide: Blackberry Sage Water

Stellar: Blackberry Lemon Smoothies

Orbit: Ice Cream (but ice cream isn't a drink, you may say. But to Orbit, ice cream is an entire food group and thus qualifies as a drink too.)

Galaxy: Green Tea

Asteroid: Red Wine

Supermassive: Strawberry Oat Milk

Betelgeuse: Apple Juice

Plasma: Ice Cream Milkshake

Luminous Blue: Light Blue Powerade

Firestar: Sprite

Remnant: Ice Chips (he refuses to drink things)

Plerion: Slushies

Emission: Aloe Vera Juice (it's the only thing he can keep down)

Subsatellite: Chocolate Caramel Smoothie

Cepheid: Root Beer Float

Chad: Gasoline

Starburst: Cranberry Juice

Seyfert: Blueberry Lemonade

Meteor Shower: Chocolate Milk

Shooting Star: Grape Juice

Heaven: Matcha Tea

Astro: Cinnamon Latte

Quark: Honey (literally just straight honey)

Chthonian: Twelve Espresso Shots In A Row

Stargaze: Pineapple Juice

Hydra: Apple Cinnamon Water

Kerberos: Lemon Lime Sparkling Water

Brown Dwarf: Faygo Moon Mist Blue

Sedna: Brown Sugar Boba Tea

Orcus: Matcha Milk Tea

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #kill code moon #fnaf eclipse #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf harvest moon #fnaf lunar #i'm not tagging everyone #long post #snoweyanswers #🩸🌜 anon #this probably isn't even all of them #but i'm done suffering #find my little babies on here of your own volition #good luck #yep ain't all of em #left out the lords but *shrugs* #tw cursing

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Some facts about my sun and show au.

1.Hunter and Scythe can eat food. They don't have to since they only need to consume blood to survive, but they like eating food because they get bored of only consuming blood.

2.Stitchwraith made the mediocre melodies after his "first creations" betrayed him.

3.Eclipse found Hunter and Scythe in a dark alley with Trashcan Man, Eclipse took the three in, even though everyone else didn't trust the twins at first due to them being Stitchwraith's original creations.

4.Despite the blood twins betraying him, Stitchwraith hates Sun and Moon the most.

5.Fazbear's Entertainment wanted to scrap Ruin for not being the perfect Sun and Moon combination they wanted, but Scythe was able to convince them to keep him around.

6.Ruin has a crush on Scythe, but he keeps it to himself because he knows that Scythe isn't into guys.

7.Earth has retractable wings and can fly.

8.Magic is a big part of this au, the only major characters that aren't able to use magic are Nedd Bear, Pigpatch, and Ruin.

9.Hunter has a stomach hatch for containing small items, he likes to put trinkets he finds during their adventures in there.

10.One time, Eclipse decided to prank Hunter by putting rats in his stomach hatch while he was sleeping. It didn't end well. Hunter was hanging out in a room with a lot of people when the rats jumped out of his stomach hatch, scaring everyone. Eclipse was in a lot of trouble when Fazbear Entertainment found out.

11.Everyone was surprised when they found out that Trashcan Man can do magic.

12.Their heights: Sun: 6'0", Moon: 6'0", Eclipse: 6'5", Lunar: 4'9", Earth: 6'7", Ruin: 6'2", Hunter: 6'8", Scythe: 5'11", Trashcan Man: 5'6", Roxy: 6'0", Freddy: 6'3", Monty: 6'3", Chica: 5'11", Stitchwraith: 7'0", Orville: 6'1", Nedd Bear: 6'1", Happyfrog: 5'10", Pigpatch: 6'7", Mr.Hippo: 6'4".

13.Their sexualities: Sun: Bisexual, Moon: Heterosexual, Eclipse: Aroace, Lunar: Omnisexual, Earth: Pansexual, Ruin: Homosexual, Hunter: Pansexual, Scythe: Heterosexual, Trashcan Man: Aroace, Roxy: Homosexual, Freddy: Heterosexual, Monty: Pansexual, Chica: Omnisexual, Stitchwraith: Aroace, Orville: Heterosexual, Nedd Bear: Asexual/Heteromantic, Happyfrog: Heterosexual, Pigpatch: Heterosexual, Mr.Hippo: Homosexual.

15.Favorite ice cream flavor: Sun: Lemon, Moon: Lavender, Eclipse: Mango, Lunar: Blueberry, Earth: Mint chip, Ruin: Superman(it's a combination of cherry, vanilla, and blue moon), Hunter: S'mores, Scythe: Pumpkin spice, Trashcan Man: No preference, Roxy: Rocky road, Freddy: Vanilla, Monty: Chocolate, Chica: Strawberry, Stitchwraith: Licorice, Orville: Salted Caramel, Nedd Bear: Coffee, Happyfrog: Pistachio, Pigpatch: Butter pecan, Mr.Hippo: Cotton candy.

#fnaf #mediocre melodies #sundrop #moondrop #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #montgomery gator #roxanne wolf #sun and moon show #sams lunar #sams eclipse #sams earth #sams bloodmoon #sams ruin #fnaf stitchwraith #alternate universe

[syrupwit]

Re: DADWC, no but seriously though, I'm invoking the wildcard space for Hawke & anyone (or everybody in the flock) + "Can I propose a more anime solution?" if you so wish! Modern AU Kirkwall if you fuck with those, but if not, wildly out of context is also works

You have carte blanche for sending me prompts in any case, Goose! And I don't know why this is Carver/Merrill, but it is. I made up so much stuff here. (The post referenced is here.)

Under the cut, please find ~1352 words of Modern AU Kirkwall, with Carver/Merrill, silly het tropes, and striped socks, for @dadrunkwriting.

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Carryingly, but not over-loudly, Garrett Hawke cleared his throat. Heads turned; tongues stilled; Fenris pushed Anders’ admonishing finger from his personal space. An anticipatory quiet fell.

Moments prior, as Varric had been going over the statistics of the monster they were supposed to fight, Garrett had appeared listless and unengaged. The sudden attention of his friends, however, revived his famed charisma like water flowing into a sponge.

He leaned forward on his elbows and rested his chin on steepled fingers. The stupid but accurate glasses he’d bought online, a replica of those worn by Gherlen the Blood-Risen in the original Tales of the Blood-Risen, glinted in the basement’s buzzing light. 

“My friends, party members, devoted followers. Your strategies sound great and all, but can I propose a more… anime solution?”

“Oh, here we go,” said Carver. He had come down to the basement for snacks, and found that  the six-pack of fancy soda he’d bought for himself the day prior was missing from the fridge, having been distributed among the D&D players. Garrett had two cans in front of him. Pig.

“Shush, brother,” said Garrett. “Now, my suggestion is…”

-

“Garrett doesn’t even watch anime,” Carver seethed to Merrill later, having texted her and then met up to hang out in the only laundromat in Hightown. He was lying on a bench too narrow for his back while she paired up her socks. “He’s only seen Wait, My Girlfriend Is A Noble-Hunter?! and two episodes of the second remake of Tales of the Blood-Risen, not even the original. If there’s an anime fan in the family, it’s me. But he just has to take that from me, too!”

“Anime,” Merrill mused, folding together the top cuffs of two mismatched striped thigh-highs. The basket in front of her brimmed with more and more colorful socks, like an assortment of cotton candy or the hoard of a tiny, pastel-loving dragon. It was lucky there were only a couple other customers at the laundromat. “I don’t think I’ve seen any anime.”

“I’ll make you a list of recommendations,” said Carver, shifting his shoulders. “I have a broad knowledge of the genre. Garrett’s a dilettante.”

Merrill put her thigh-highs in the basket and set it aside. “Have you asked if they’d let you play D&D with them?”

“Yeah, I tried once, when they were doing a one-shot campaign with him and Varric co-DMing. He killed my character off in the first dungeon.”

“Oh.”

“He claimed it was supposed to be fixable and plot-relevant, but come on, Merrill. He lives to lord himself over me! I’m not giving him more chances on purpose.”

Merrill sighed and patted him on the knee.

The washing machine that she had been using beeped. She went across the laundromat to inspect it, and returned with an armful of damp lingerie bags, which she placed on the bench near Carver’s feet. With a twitch of her fingers, the bags began to emit a light steam.

“Um,” said Carver. He liked it a little too much when Merrill did magic so casually. Garrett was a mage too, but he was flamboyant about it; Bethany was ashamed of her magic and usually hid it. Anders, the only other mage Carver spent much time with, tended to over-explain whatever he did and also get defensive about it. But Merrill just did as she pleased, when she pleased.

Merrill bent, rummaged through another among her cluster of laundry baskets, and retrieved a complicated-looking hanger with about 50 clips on it. She looked around the room, chewing her lip, but apparently found nowhere to hang it. 

“Could you hold this for me?” she asked. “I’ve just got to clip these.”

Carver sat up, careful not to knock her bags over, and took it from her. He looked around to make sure the other two customers weren’t watching them. “Why are you washing your underwear in public?”

“My sink’s not big enough,” said Merrill. “And my shower, I have to get naked or put on a swimsuit to wash clothes in it, and then the bathroom floor gets all wet.” She studied his face. “Oh dear, I’ve embarrassed you, haven’t I? You don’t have to help.”

“It’s fine,” said Carver, who could tell he had gone red.

“Thank you,” said Merrill, quick and sweet. Too sweet. Carver looked at her with suspicion, and she gave him a guileless smile. “Here, be careful with the garter belts in this bag—they’re delicate…”

-

Carver ended up helping Merrill with the rest of her laundry, including her towels and linens. It wasn’t like he had anything pressing that afternoon, and he didn’t feel like dealing with Garrett and his friends back at the house. 

They got hungry, so she took him to a cafe and tried to pay for his tea and sandwich. Carver would have none of that. 

“I make at least twice what you do. Plus, I’m the guy.”

He winced as soon as he said it and prepared to apologize. However, to his surprise, Merrill seemed flustered rather than offended. Some Dalish cultural difference, maybe? She ordered dessert for herself when he suggested it, and didn’t hesitate to choose the pricier cake that she preferred.

Merrill was coaxing him to try a bite of her cake when Garrett tromped into the cafe. He was followed by the other players, two or three more of his friends, and the dog, Calenhad, who as usual was shamelessly soliciting attention from Fenris.

“They don’t even let dogs in here,” Carver hissed, as Garrett commandeered two tables and directed the others to go in search of additional chairs. The dog sat in Fenris’s lap. “I got kicked out last week when I came in with him. But look! He gets away with everything!”

“I really think you should just tell him that you want to play with them again,” said Merrill. “Oh, Isabela’s here.”

She got up and ran to Isabela, who made a big deal of it. They had this whole hugging dance that involved Isabela lifting Merrill up multiple times. Isabela looked at Carver over Merrill’s shoulder and waggled her eyebrows, and he put up a hand in reluctant greeting. 

Being around Isabela was awkward—she was blunt and fearless, she was devoted to Merrill, and she knew Carver had used to have a crush on her. He was always afraid that she would say something about his interest in Merrill, though she’d contented herself with sly looks and innuendo so far.

“Hey, Carver,” said Garrett from too close by, startling him. “Did we crash your date?”

Carver turned and fixed him with his most hateful glare. “You took my special soda.” He’d been saving it all week.

Garrett had the grace to look guilty. “I saved one for you! You left before I could give it to you.”

“Yeah, well, you owe me a replacement pack of soda.”

“Can I just get you some cake or something? They have good cake here.”

“We already ate,” Carver snapped. He glanced over at Merrill, who was absorbed in conversation with Isabela, and flushed.

Garrett’s eyes crinkled in that annoying way they did. “So it really was a date.”

“Shut up. I was just helping her with her laundry. We got hungry, that’s all.”

“Her laundry, huh?”

“Not one more word,” said Carver, bristling; but Merrill and Isabela were coming over now, and he knew it upset Merrill when he and Garrett yelled in front of her. She never said anything about it, but he could tell. So he was the one who shut up.

Garrett held out his arm, and Merrill went right under it. She fit perfectly. She looked so cute, and small, and comfortable where she was. Carver ground his teeth, conscious of Isabela’s eyes on him. 

“Can I join your next campaign, Hawke?” said Merrill. 

“You can join if Carver does,” said Garrett. He squeezed her.

“I’ll do it,” said Carver before Merrill could protest. “But on one condition. I want to wear those glasses.”

“Glasses?” said Garrett, then realized, and laughed. “I knew you thought they were cool!”

#sunrisetune #dadwc #dadwc fill

[coookiesnapp]

Guys do you wanna see a cookie run x Star Wars au?! Warnings for death and violence.

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Like Gingerbrave is someone’s padawan

Gingerbright is also someone’s padawn

They meet wizard who’s not so prominent in the force but they can sense it in him so they take him back to their masters to see if he can stay at the academy with them!

He does and the three of them become a little family with their masters as the parents! Their masters are a pair of friends called Gooseberry and Rootbear!

Gingerbrave is like 15 and Bright is 16 (I headcannon she’s older then him but not too much older)

Wizard is 18 (he’s definitely the tired older sibling type) and he is adored by the Jedi council.

Then a few years (like 3/4 years) later Strawberry comes in to the picture she’s 17 (Gingerbrave and Bright are about 18/19 and wizard is about 21)

She’s an orphan (actually a descendant of the great Hollyberry of The planet Beriza!) who happened to just be in the wrong place at the right time and gets adopted by the quiet Brambleberry (a Jedi knight who’s never taken on a padawan until she’s finds out that this orphan has some force powers.) who decides to take her under her wing until she feels confident enough to go out back in the world.

Then obviously the whole order 66 happens and Strawberry was away from the Jedi temple so she had no idea what was happening. Brambleberry and her only find out due to Gingerbrave sending an urgent message telling them that Rootbear has been killed (faked his death) Gooseberry had taken them off planet before they could die themselves and wizard was nowhere to be found.

It’s only then that the true story starts, Strawberry is on Beriza, Gingerbrave and Bright are on the remote planet Snappse. Wizard was rumoured to have joined the dark side but they don’t really want to believe that at all.

. The gingers (22/23) meet Chili pepper a bounty Hunter looking for money and her friend String Gummy (one of the most feared hunters known) and they teach them everything they know. Helping them get around places without being caught by the empire.

Strawberry meets Raspberry Mouse and Rose who help her become more confident in herself and she turns into a wonderful young lady (she’s about 19 now?) she settles in with life as a noble in Beriza finding out her lineage with The great Hollyberry and the royal family along with Pink Choco and her friends cotton candy and macaroon.

Wizard (24) unfortunately is with the dark side but is working on a plan to double cross them and hopefully reunite with his family yet again and defeat the empire.

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And that’s pretty much all I can think of atm let me know if u want more!!

#cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run au #Cookie stars au #star wars au #gingerbright #gingerbrave #wizard cookie #rose cookie #chili pepper cookie #string gummy cookie #cotton candy cookie #pink choco cookie #macaroon cookie #cookie run kingdom

[abby-from-hell]

Evan in B2 and Connor in D3 (sort of like cotton candy hunters au by softmushie)

YAS!!! I LOVE THIS AU 🖤🖤

This au is by @softmushie

#my art #deh #dear evan hansen #connor murphy #evan hansen #fanart #tree bros #convan #ask response #ask game #art ask #outfit challenge #outfit meme #drawing challenge #cotton candy and hunters au

[who-is-there]

Lmao, au where Connor is pastel, light colours and sugar sweet, but will kick your ass if you hurt him or his own.

Like, cotton candy and hunters au, but Connor is still down to fight assholes all the time.

#dear evan hansen #deh #connor murphy #cotton candy and hunters au

[sagesprouts]

a concept: something like that one au with punk evan and pastel connor, except their personalities don’t change

#dear evan hansen #deh #tree bros #cotton candy and hunters au #connor murphy #evan hansen #art

[kitkat-queen]

Wow I love this soft cotton candy baby boye <3 For: @softmushie (I hope you like it hnngng)

#kitkat's art #softmushie #cotton candy and hunters au #i stan a boye #👏👏👏 #i do hope you like it though #<33

[devilswalkingstick]

uhhhhhh

@softmushie

i drew your boys : >

#cotton candy and hunters au #connor murphy #evan hansen #dear evan hansen #deh #treebros #my art

[kyounyanko]

For @softmushie !!! I would do a full on picture but for some strange reason adobe doesn’t support stylus and pen devices and hasn’t patched up a new glitch with Photoshop >:/, it was kinda painful just to do this, but when I fiind a solution I’ll finish it off QAQ

#fanart #connor murphy #cotton candy and hunters au #which belongs to mush #i take no credit #my art crap #good night mortals

[thatdumbbltch-blog]

The two on your shoulders

AU by;

@softmushie

#dear evan hansen fan art #dear evan hansen fandom #evan hansen #dear evan hansen #connor murphy #cotton candy and hunters au #pastel connor #cotton connor #Punk Evan

[i-also-miss-our-talks]

Do you have one in blue? ~ Tree Bros

In which the computer lab scene happens, but it’s Pastel!Connor and Emo!Evan created by @softmushie. I got really carried away by this so I apologize profusely. It was actually kinda hard to write? But yeah. I really hope you enjoy it and I really adore your AU and all of your artwork/animatics!

Also! Two A.M. cotton candy party headcannon was made by @volarfinch! Thank you for the beautiful idea that will forever be one of the best headcannons ever!

WC: 1,455

Warning: Swearing, Panic attack, Implied suicidal intentions

Masterlist

Part 2

Part Three

Also it’s midnight here and I really should be in bed (but sleep is for the weak) so sorry about the horrible writing! Okay. I’m done. Go read.

“So, what happened to your arm?”

Evan turned towards the sound of the voice and nearly had to squint at the sight. Through all the holographic hair clips and shining, colored streaks of hair, Evan somehow managed to figure out that the source was none other than Connor Murphy, the kid he pushed earlier that day. He scoffed and unconsciously scratched at the small amount of skin above his cast but beneath his elbow. “I fell out of a fucking tree,” Evan mumbled.

“You fell out of a tree?” Connor repeated. “That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m so sorry.”

Evan rolled his eyes. “Why are you sorry? It’s not like you pushed me out of the tree.”

Connor stood uncomfortable, shifting his weight from foot-to-foot. He gripped the paper in his hand a bit more tightly. “I see, uh, no one’s signed your cast.”

“Yeah. I know,” Evan said, tossing his bag over his shoulder. Why couldn’t Connor take the hint that he wasn’t one to make conversation with? Just let him grab his paper off the printer and leave for his next class. The sooner he got this school day over with, the sooner he could get into his moms medicine cabinet.

“Well, I’ll sign it,” Connor smiled, tucking a strand of pastel pink hair behind his ear.

“Oh.” How was Evan supposed to react to that? Connor—the kid who’s constantly picked on for his love of bright and colorful things. The kid who Evan had pushed earlier that day because he was so mad at some stupid offhand comment about his own looks that he had to take it out on someone else. The kid who just so happened to be the older brother of Zoe Murphy, Evan’s crush—wanted to sign his cast. “You don’t, um, you don’t have to.”

Connor shrugged. “You have a sharpie?” Evan dug into his coat pocket and pulled out the black sharpie his mom had gave him that morning. Connor grimaced at the marker. “Do you have one in blue?”

Evan frowned. “No I don’t have one in fucking blue.”

The taller boy smiled and set the paper he was holding down on the desk beside him. He swung his backpack off his shoulders, unzipped it, and pulled out his cotton candy covered pencil case. “I think Zoe gave mine back to me,” Connor said as he looked through the small case. Evan could see that the pencil case was filled with dozens of different colored sharpies. Some of the caps had small teeth marks from when Connor held them in his mouth while he was using the marker.

“Here it is!” Connor smiled and uncapped it. He carefully grabbed Evan’s cast and, in big, bold letters, spelled out “CONNOR” with a small smiley face at the end.

Evan raised an eyebrow at the size of the name. “Oh. Wow. Thanks?”

“Don’t mention it,” Connor said as he packed up his things. He gasped and grabbed the paper off the desk, handing it to the emo boy. “Here. I found this on the printer. I think it belongs to you? ‘Dear Evan Hansen,’ that’s you, right?”

Evan snatched the paper from his hands and stuffed it into his pocket. “Yeah. It’s just, um, it’s a shitty letter, paper I had to write for the, um, a class,” Evan managed to get out. He felt his palms start to sweat. Shit! Not here, not now! Please!

“Hey, are you okay?” Connor asked, putting a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Evan pushed him away and stumbled out of the computer lab. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did you have to have a panic attack now? And for some shitty reason, non the less! Connor hadn’t even read the whole letter! Probably? He did see it was my name. Shit. He read it, didn’t he? These thoughts ran through Evans head as he headed for the second floor boys bathroom. It was almost always empty which was great because Evan could go there when his panic attacks set in. He stomped inside and went to the back stall, stuffing himself into the back corner and tucking his legs into his chest.

He was so focused on leaving that he didn’t remember to close the bathroom door.

“Evan? I don’t really know what’s going on, but I don’t think I’m supposed to just leave you here alone,” Connor said as he entered the small bathroom. He closed the door and went to the back stall, kneeling in front of the slightly shaking boy. “What do you need me to do?”

Evan couldn’t answer. He couldn’t talk. Heck, he couldn’t even move his mouth. He just sat there shivering, trying to control his breathing.

Connor pulled off his multicolored vest and tossed it over Evan’s shoulders. “I know you already have a jacket on, but you were still shivering so this might help,” he explained.

Connor bit his lip as he watched the emo boy take big, gulping breaths. An idea popped into his mind. Connor went into his bag and pulled out his cotton candy pencil case once again, grabbing a purple sharpie from inside. He gently grabbed Evan’s cast and set it in his lap. “Hey, try this, okay?” Connor drew a small square on the underside of the cast. “When I trace the line up, breath in. But don’t let go until I trace the line going down, okay?”

Evan silently nodded, squinting through newly-forming tears to watch Connors square. He followed Connors instructions and was surprised at how well it helped to control his breathing. After 43 fully completed squares, Evan was breathing normally again. He was surprised when he heard his own voice thank Connor for helping him.

Connor smiled and capped the marker. “Don’t mention it. Again.” He put the sharpie away and pulled out a light green one. He started to draw a small vine with leaves on his forearm.

Evan watched, entranced by the calming stroke of Connor’s sharpie. He felt like a complete fool when he said, “can you draw that on my cast?”

Connor stared at Evan for a few seconds before breaking out into a giant grin. “Of course!”

The rest of the school day was spent hiding in the second floor bathroom. When the bell rang indicating school was over, Evan’s cast was covered in pastel colored flowers, sweets, different shapes, and even a mini self portrait of himself. Evan gathered his things and gave Connor his vest back. He was ready to go home and…oh. Right. His moms medicine cabinet. Evan forgot about that. At least today was a good day to end on, right?

“Do you want me to bring you pink or blue cotton candy?”

Evan looked at Connor with questioning eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Zoe and I are gonna have a two a.m. cotton candy party and I was wondering if you’d want me to bring you some tomorrow?” Connor explained, putting away his things and standing up.

“Why would you want to bring me some?” Evan asked and walked out of the bathroom, the pastel boy in tow.

“Because you’re my friend!” Connor said happily. “So, pink or blue?”

Evan shrugged. “Surprise me.”

“Okay. Yeah. Sounds good.” Connor spotted Zoe in the crowded hallway. “I’ve gotta go. But I’ll see you tomorrow, Evan!” With one last smile, Connor walked away from Evan and towards his sister.

When Evan got home that afternoon, he tossed his bag on the couch and made a beeline for his moms bathroom. She wouldn’t be home till late that night which left Evan with more than enough time to do what he needed to do. He opened Heidi’s medicine cabinet and scanned the contents quickly before finding what he needed; his moms sleeping pills. Unfortunately, the few Xanax Evan had left wouldn’t be enough to do the job. So these pills would be doing the honors.

As Evan reached for the pills, he couldn’t help but notice he used his broken arm. Of course, the first thing that caught his eye was the giant “CONNOR” on it. That’s right. Connor was bringing him cotton candy tomorrow. Evan didn’t know if he was getting pink or blue. With a sigh, Evan closed the cabinet and shuffled back into the living room. He plopped onto the couch and flicked on the tv, playing whatever show just happened to be on there.

Evan would have to wait on those pills for another day. After all, he just had to know what colored cotton candy his friend was giving him. Who wouldn’t want to know something like that?

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