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shiny-kaibernyte · 4 months

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hi i heard you're The Guy Who Writes Drayton Stuff /silly uhhh if you're ok with it could I possibly request something with Drayton x Reader who's mute (and bullied because of it)? thank you :)

This is the first post i have written since coming back for the new year. I'm currently focusing on my new etsy shop I'll be opening soon but I'm so happy with how this one turned out and I do hope you do to. 💜

Moonlight Silence | Drayton x Mute Reader

Pokémon Scarlett and Violet Indigo Disk DLC Spoilers ahead!

Mentions of bullying and self doubt. Drayton comes to your side in your moment of zen. Deciding to tell you what he truly thinks in the first moment he gets to share with you.

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It was so quiet. The stars above you shining brighter than normal, the moon's radiant light more prominent than you’d seen it before, almost a halo around the planet. Refreshing. That was the only word your mind could muster up in the sea of peace. Just you and the sky, no Pokémon, no people, not even a cloud. Pure peace, the odd sound of a Pokémon cry being the only thing truly bonding everything together. Sometimes the thought of what was up there ran across your mind… what if you could just grab a star, hold it, love it close up instead of admiring from afar. As if you were trying to make your thoughts come true, your hand reached up towards the sky, covering the moon so only the stars could be seen by your eyes, until another sight took over. “Seems you’ve taken, reaching for the stars literally huh!” Your new vision chimed looking down at you completely covering your vision. Lowering your hand you realise your visitor is no other than Colgate himself, Drayton.

Quickly sitting up, you stare at him in pure confusion. Drayton was never up at this time, he may have been a bit laid back but he stuck to a very strict sleep schedule, so seeing him up past that was highly confusing. Not to mention the fact he was out here alone, normally he’s paired up with Crispin. Apparently your confusion was noticed by your new companion who simply chuckles at the sight of your face, sitting down beside you.

“I came looking for you…” Drayton bluntly responded, a small smile appearing on his face when your confusion only grew more. He was looking for you? Once again as if he could read your mind, he continued. “Your confusion, I can tell you are wondering why I'm out here. Now you're asking yourself why I came out here specifically to find you… If I'm honest, I've been trying to find you all day. Seems Arceus had other plans for me today.”

Turning on your knees, you give him your full attention, confusion now curiosity as your attentive ears perk up in anticipation. Why had he been looking for you all day? He had your number so he could have just texted you, left a voicemail, anything at all. Why in person?

With a sigh, Drayton turns his head to the sky admiring the same stars you just were. “You know I'm not one to use tender words. Just wastes time and plays on the emotions of others. I prefer speaking plainly and honestly! You know that better than anyone… So I'm going to ask you this plainly all you need to do is nod yes or no.”

His attention was now back on you, a small bit of concern laced over his eyes, causing your stomach to sink slightly.

“Yesterday, those two boys… were they bothering you?” He asks plainly. Within a moment your eyes grew wide as you replayed the scene in your head. Skipping over small details, only remembering the feeling of them pushing you against the wall, dragging you around in a strange push pull game, yelling hurtful and disgraceful things to you, all because of your silence. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence either by these two. To be used as they’re punching bag in a sense. But never once would you go for help, to you, it would have only been confusing. Having to write down what you wanted to say. So all you could do was repress the thoughts in your head and continue on with your day, as if it never happened. But now… sitting here, being, asked about the event. The images of their faces, coated in a sinister smile, as if these boys had some kick in seeing your misery. Their eyes were black in your mind, blocked out completely, only their mouths repeating the words over and over. “That’s a yes”

Drayton's sudden words pulled you from your daze, staring intently at him, confused as to how he knew this. From your knowledge… No one else was there in that hallway.

“You know you can come see me if you're being bothered right? You don’t have to go through something like this alone! No one deserves to be treated like that. And don’t give me that ‘I don’t know what you mean look’ This isn’t the first time I've witnessed it…” He looked at you completely focused on your expressions reading each one perfectly. Gently taking your hands into his he pulled up towards him before continuing once more. “I care about you… so much, and seeing how people treat you, just because you don’t talk is heart breaking, but knowing the fact you didn't think you could come to me, hurts even more. You are so important to me, and I want you to know that I will always be here for you. And I want you to know that I will protect you, even if you don’t want me to stand by your side, I will protect you from afar, or as close as you’ll allow me. But please, don’t push me away, it's alright to be afraid, to feel outcasted. But know, you will never be left behind by me, I will never leave you out to dry.”

Tears began welling up in your eyes, your mind running through the words he said over and over again.

“I just wish I had said all this sooner… This whole Kieran situation, the battle league, everything was keeping me away from telling you this…” Suddenly he snaps out of his own daze, seems he got so caught up in the moment he hadn't realised what was going on, and seeing your surprised face, tears running down your flushed cheeks caused him to smile warmly, running his free hand across them to clear away the tears. “I’m sorry, seems I got caught up in my own talking I barely gave you a chance to process anything I said”

You began profusely shaking your head, not wanting him to apologise to you for anything, you just couldn't understand why he was saying any of this to you or why he would care so much in the first place. Just thinking of it made you smile. This whole situation was so overwhelming yet so comforting, the only thing you could get your body to do was hug him. A hug which he returned, no hesitation. His embrace was warm, comforting, even more so than the night sky you’d been absorbed in just moments before. All his words seemed so true at this moment.

“You know… I’ve seen many sights since I came to this school, views many people only dream of seeing, and yet, none compare to your smile.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Special Interest 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, age gap, creep behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Cole Turner, short!reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You package up another pair of mitts. It’s that season where sales pick up. It’s cold and the holidays are lurking just around the corner. Your hands are achy from working your needles but you can’t complain for the uptick in demand.

Along with your crochet menagerie, you supplement your etsy shop with stickers, while pondering the prospect of cards, especially given the time of year. As overworked as your hands are, your mind feels more so.

Your computer bings. Another sale? You go around to check your open Etsy page. Nope, a message from a customer. Please don’t be a return.

It’s a message. From the vaunted Farmer’s Delight. You might be avoiding them but that doesn’t need to be a whole thing. You’re working on their order! That’s not neglect.

You open the chat, knowing to leave that little dot just hovering there would drive you crazy.

‘Hey, just checking in. Was hoping to do a pick-up soon. Maybe in the next week?’

Sigh. Great, did they not read your last message? You know you’re a bit hard to take seriously in real life but this is text. There is no height difference or age gap. You’re on even ground. You’re traversing a world of digital equity.

‘Hey. Not sure if you saw my last message but I can’t do a pick up. Please provide your mailing address and I’ll be happy to send this out. Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns.’

There, firm but still customer service-y. You hit send and go back to smooth labels onto bubble packs. Another chime.

‘Like I said, mailing out here is inconsistent. I need the order as soon as possible. Please let me know a time that works for you. I need to hit the hardware store so I’ll be coming to town. We can meet there for exchange.’

Ugh. You want to punch the computer. You should just refund their order and be done with it. Even with your pick-up in sales, it’s a big chunk. You just can’t stomach giving back that much money and they didn’t even ask for their shipping fee back.

You let the message stew. They are offering a public meet-up. That seems like a good omen, at least. Friday night might work, your mom will be done work at four. That’s a decent amount of time. And it’s close to the post office.

You seal another package and leave the room, treading down the hall as you hear your mother clacking away at her keyboard. You approach cautiously. She closes the door when she’s in a meeting. You tap on the doorframe and peek through the open door.

“Mom, sorry, I don’t wanna bother–”

“All good,” she sits back and pushes up her glasses to rub her eyes, “all these emails are doing my head in.”

“Um, well, you remember that order I got. For pick-up. Could you drive me to the hardware store on Friday?”

“Friday?” She echoes.

“I figure we can stop by the post office on the way. And I’ll buy dinner. You know dad loves the gyros down at Eddie’s. It’s on our way…” You give a smile and sway, “please.”

“Sure. Sounds like a good excuse to get out. Besides, I need to grab some washer thing for the sink. I don’t know, your dad was going on about it. I’ll ask,” he flips her glasses down, “oh, that’s so nice! A big sale–” she claps her hands. “I’m so proud of you, honey.”

You raise your brows, surprised by her excitement. You remember when you quit your craft store job to buy a Cricut machine and go all in. She was less than jazzed.

“Really?”

“Of course,” she beams, standing and grabbing her empty mug, “you know, I was a bit concerned. No school, no job, but you’re a go-getter. Any man would be happy to marry someone with so many hobbies, and hobbies that pay.”

“Hobbies? Mom, this is a business. I have to pay taxes,” you back out of her way as she comes into the hall.

“I know, sweetie, but…” she glances around, “it’s still young. You don’t know if a business is a business for a few years. I’m not knocking you down, I’m trying to be realistic.”

“Mom, please, do we have to worry about five years from now? I want to see how far this goes without worrying about guys or a husband or– I can’t even order a beer yet.”

“Me and your dad married right out of high school. We never worried about all that dating stuff and it was all so simple. Trust me, once you find someone, the world will be so much clearer.”

“If it’s easier, I can get an uber on Friday,” you cross your arms and follow her towards the stairs.

“Don’t be like that. I’m being supportive. But you make sure you’re saving money. Pray the day comes and you’ll have a nice nest egg for your wedding,” she stops at the top of the stairs, “or tuition. There’s lots of cuties in college.”

“Mom,” you roll your eyes, “let’s just take it a day at a time. Friday I’ll get that order out.”

“Oh, remind me to grab some grout cleaner when we’re there too,” she points at you before she turns to descend the stairs, “the bathroom is looking a bit grimy.”

You mutter, “alright, mom,” and slowly turn away.

Everything with her comes back to that one thing. She just assumes that you’re lonely. Worse, she seems to believe you’re wasting your time on all this.

You shut your door and tramp around to your laptop. You sit on the cushioned stool and type in your reply to Farmer’s Delights; ‘Friday works for me. After four.’

Three dots pop up almost right away. Then disappear. Then appear again.

‘Sounds great. I’ll see you there.’

You send a thumbs up and close out. You have to finish packing then get back to destroying your carpal tunnel. It’s money, your mom’s right about that, but you won’t be saving for a wedding.

#cole turner #dark cole turner #dark!cole turner #cole turner x reader #drabble #au #bookstore au #series #special interest #ghosted

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the--rebel--fae · 2 months

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Hello! English is not my language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Can I have a request with Leona? The girl found herself in the world of Twisted Wonderland when she died in her own. In general, she is from the world of Ladybug and Super Cat, but she does not remember her first life. It was like she was in a cartoon, but didn’t remember anything except the plot. So, she is the owner of the talisman and has many scars on her body due to battles. In short, this is the background story. She avoids people and has major trust issues. She cries because she doesn't like her own body, and Leona covers her with kisses, trying to prove that there is nothing wrong with scars.

A/n: Don't worry hun, I understood ya just fine. I hope it's ok I turned your request into a head cannon. But I made sure to put all the details you wanted into it! I hope you enjoy it! This was quite fun to write! :)

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Scarred! Reader

TW: None, unless talk of scars is triggering, then that would be the only warning.

Word Count: 264

You're Beautiful To Me

When you first met Leona he didn’t care much about your scars.

But when you put him in his place during his overblot with your powers from your Miraculous as you called it, he finally became intrigued by you.

So much so that you two started getting closer and then soon enough you guys started dating.

It was one of your “nap dates” as you liked to nickname it when Leona first saw your scars. He was hesitant though, to say anything. After all, he had a scar of his own over his eye and it didn’t exactly come with the easiest story. So he left it be until you were ready to talk about them.

That is… until he found you crying in the greenhouse one day.

He may not be that great at comforting, but he couldn’t let his girlfriend be distressed. So after you calmed down with lots of hugs and promises of spending the rest of the day together, you opened up about your scars and told him how bad you felt about them.

That they came with your past, but half of it you couldn’t remember and it was so frustrating. To know certain events but not entirely the world you came from.

Leona just pulled you into a big hug after you told him the whole story. Then he did something that surprised you–he started kissing every visible scar he could. He wanted you to know that no matter how many scars or where they came from, you’d always be his beautiful herbivore.

And he, your sweet boyfriend.

Hope you liked the story! Leona has always been one of my favorite Twisted Wonderland characters to write. He's so awesome. Thanks for the request!

And if you guys want even more stories--like maybe your own personalized several-page long one-shots or even a multi-chap fic take a look at my Etsy Shop! I do commissions! I even have listings for Twisted Wonderland!

#twisted wonderland #the rebel fae #requests #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #commissions open #commission

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smolvenger · 3 months

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❤️Happy Birthday ❤️

🎉🎉🎉I hope you have a wonderful day 🎉🎉🎉

Please can I request a little blurb with Prince Hal and "touch her and you die" 😻😻😻

Thank you!

Why hello there! Thanks, I got a manicure and went to a bookshop and ate Italian food so it was great! And here is the blurb!

Rain Within Doors (Prince Hal x fem! Reader)

Summary: When the king falls ill, your betrothed, Prince Hal, returns.

Word Count: 1923

Warnings: some sexual harassment but the a-hole is saved in time, I try to keep it close to Shakespeare. Angst and fluff. I stole a line from Game of Thrones because it fit (the Shakespeare histories WERE kind of the Game of Thrones of their time minus the dragons and excessive exploitation of women)

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You waited anxiously and eagerly for your dear betrothed. He needed to hurry here. Things had all turned for the worse.

Poor King Henry the Fourth was one minute at a table with all of you The Lord of Westmoreland arrived delivering the news of success in battle against Hotspur’s followers attempting to usurp the king. Everyone gasped. The lords who allied with Henry the Fourth were there- the Lord of Harcourt, Sir John Blunt, and others, all drooped their shoulders in relief. You, the younger two princes Thomas and Humphrey, The Lord of Warwick, and the King all smiled. The king shakily rose to praise Westmoreland

…then suddenly he began wheezing and fainted.

Everyone gasped. Humphrey and Warwick met them on the grounds to give aid to the old king. Little Thomas cried for his father and you put him, your soon-to-be brother-in-law, in a hug, rubbing his back.

“It’s all right, you know these fits happen often,” Warwick assumed, ever the voice of peace.

As the king came to, he was supported up. You were among the party to help settle him into bed. He asked the crown be placed on the pillow next to him with a raspy voice. And for musicians to play in the next room. Everyone complied.

You knew your betrothed had business in London. Even if it was in a bad place, he assured you it was nothing involving anything criminal (or whores) and that he would be back. The second eldest, Thomas, was dealing with the rebels with forces of his own and was on his way back.

“My lord, let me sit with you, so you need not be alone,” you offered, gathering a chair.

You had been sent here to marry the notorious Prince of Wales. Though you were nervous in this new castle, King Henry the Fourth was gentle with you. He welcomed you with a smile and open arms. The man who already considered you a daughter-in-law in his heart and the other princes saw you as a sister. He would let you dine with him and even play a little dice game with the family, smiling at you. Warmth on the face of the aged Bolingbroke- the lord who, long ago, won the favor of the people so much it broke him out of exile and then thrust him into the role of king unexpectedly. Once Henry Bolingbroke, christened Henry the Fourth, wore shining golden armor as he rode on a horse. Paraded through the city as people threw flower petals at him.

Now how…weak he was! A shell of himself! Hardly the proud golden king anymore!

He reached out for your hand and you accepted it.

“Why-dear lady, I thank you. To think a pearl may be thrown to swine… to think my Harry should of all men be your husband…” he wheezed.

“My lord, you must know- your eldest son has not….treated me poorly.”

You didn’t know him well- the beautiful, fiery, mischievous, wild prince Henry- or Harry as called by his friends or family. Or Hal as those thieves and whores so affectionately called him.

This was to be a marriage for alliance and station, not of affection. When you arrived, you expected a frivolous, drinking, philandering Baccus. But Hal…. he was kind to you. He always smiled at you and called you sweet names. He was rumored to spend time studying in libraries more than drinking. One time, he found a romantic poem, copied it on paper, and gave it to you as a lover’s token. It touched you- who knew how he would fare as king but you felt he would make at least a decent husband!

“Just rest my lord, please,” you asked. The king indeed settled.

You walked out to the hallway to face the others. They peeked in and soon saw his eyes were closed, but he was breathing. The musicians in the next room played such calm, nearly dreamlike melodies compared to the anxiety storming inside of your being.

Soon enough, the king settled into a deep sleep. You smiled a little- poor Henry the Fourth was a notorious insomniac, wandering the castle in the late hours from his racing worries. That should give him some relief and help with his sickness.

But to think…here you were about to watch that old man die. Die before you could officially call him family.

A couple of tears fell, and you walked out to the hallway staring out. It was a cold, bitter day. The winter chill stinging the glass window when you touched it.

But there was a sound- hooves.

When you leaned closer to the window, you let out a gasp.

Hal was here in a long, beautiful black and red cape on a beautiful black horse as if he were about to rescue a damsel. And behind him a couple of others. You covered your mouth but felt a smile on your lips.

Picking up your skirts, you hurried down to the others in the outer hall. Warwick was hushing the two boys from talking too loud, to watch over the king in his sleep.

“Humphrey! Thomas! He’s back!” you whispered.

“Who?” replied Thomas.

They turned and then heard Hal’s voice asking for him. You and the others hurried there.

In the torch-lit hallway, your eyes feasted on Hal. The most beautiful man you had ever seen with the most deliciously fitted black velvet doublet, swooping off his cape with a gallantry that made your insides tingle.

He turned and went to you first.

“How now, My most fair lady?”

“Oh, much worried but cheered by your return, my lord,” you replied.

Hal’s eyes softened at you, then he looked at his crying brothers- Humphrey and Thomas.

“What- all of this rain in of door when it should be out of doors? How is the king?” Hal asked.

“ Exceeding ill” explained Humphrey sadly.

“Please be quiet, His grace is asleep,” warned the Lord of Warwick.

Hal requested to see his father, and the lord of Warwick led him to the bed.

Everyone hushed and walked out to the other room, keeping quiet to give the king as much rest as he needed. Everyone worried. It was all so much- you needed some space.

With your heart calming, you went to one hallway, hugging yourself to look at how the moon shone over the winter evening through the windows.

The Lord Harcourt went up to you. An older man with sharp cheekbones and a sharp chin, a pale face, and dark eyes. You only knew him as an ally and advisor to the king. As you stood alone, staring out the window.

“Good evening, Lady Y/N.” he greeted.

“Good evening, my lord,” you replied.

“You do look rather lovely tonight in the moonlight,” he complimented.

Already you felt uneasy. Alone with him, when all the others were fretting over the king. You began to take a step to return.

“You…you flatter me, my lord, thank you.”

Right as you turned, the lord reached an arm from his rich, velvet clothes and grabbed you.

“It seems a shame for such a fine lady to be wasted upon riotous Harry. I should have had you for my wife instead.”

“My lord, then wait until the king awakens and discuss it with him and announce you will-will-will court me openly like a gentleman,” you blubbered out, though you were starting to get scared.

He tried to sweetly, seductively brush your cheek but you had enough and swatted it away.

“Oh! The lady is a bit too cold, methinks.”

“And a lady is treated with respect, sir! My lord, please let me go. I must attend on his majesty.”

“Your drunken oaf of an intended is waiting on him, who is going to stop!”

“But you are a fool! Please, let me leave!”

He backed you up until you were in a corner. Your heart pounded hard.

“Please- my lord, I swear, do not do anything that might insult my honor! I don’t want to-Please!” you cried.

“Then be not so fair and tempt a man to sin! And you have tempted me long enough. The one crown Prince Hal is deserving of is the Cuckhold’s horns.”

“Please, my lord- let me go!” you begged.

To your horror, you felt a thin, clawlike hand reach for your leg under your skirt, then up, trying to lower your bodice to show your breasts. You squirmed, but one arm held you back.

“No, my lady. I want a see what I could be enjoying on our wedding night.”

He placed a hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream. Tears welled up in you.

With a free hand, though it shook, you slapped him hard.

His hand dropped. He was shocked you were going to fight back. You tried to flee when he grabbed you back, ready to drag you off and force you to strip or do more when-

“Release yourself from the Princess of Wales right now!” threatened your intended.

Hal hurried in and grabbed the lord. He then took out his dagger, pointing it to your attacker’s chest. You jumped off and went behind Hal.

“What- my lord!” the lord was shocked that dishonorable, silly Prince Hal was capable of this. Then he scoffed.

“She is not yet your wife-” he argued.

“She is your princess and soon- your queen!” Hal reminded him.

The Lord of Harcourt pointed to where you stood and backed away behind Hal.

“She’s-she was trying to seduce me! The Lady is nothing but a common strumpet”

Hal punched him in the face. You let out a gasp. The Lord nursed his cheek. But Hal kept his dagger up at him. You heard footsteps and murmurs as the others went into the room. The younger Lancaster brothers staying by you loyally. The lords turned pale and slack-jawed.

“You are not welcome in this court until after our marriage. And then you will have to beg to be let in. And If you ever lay a hand on that sweet lady again, it will be the last time you have hands!” Hal barked at him.

The Lord of Harcourt shook and then relented, bowing his head.

“Now, flee. Before I decide to persuade my father to behead you when he awakes.”

The lord fled into the shadows, a few attendants seeing him out. The others asked after you, but it was Hal who boldly embraced you. It was quite intimate for court protocol, but when had Hal ever done what everyone expected?

“He-He frightened me.” you choked out.

“You need not be frightened, my lady, you’ll be safe. Did he hurt you? Do anything?” Hal questioned.

“He groped my leg, and tried to take my dress off, but no more. You caught him before more could be done. I-I -I promise you, Hal, I never intended to seduce him in any way! Do you believe me?”

Hal clasped your hands in his.

“Why would I not believe my dearest lady?” Hal replied.

Full of emotion, you leaned down and kissed them. Hal’s mouth opened a little and he smiled at you. He cupped your cheek sweetly.

The party returned to wait on the king. You saw Hal was pale, but you kept your hand clasped in his as you walked back.

For as uncertain as this time was, no matter what the next day or hour could bring, you had each other and could endure it side by side.

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shr00mr4t · 4 months

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:3 hoping to open these for pre-orders as soon as I get an etsy open! As soon as it's made I'll make a follow up post :) so if your interested js lmk in the comments and I'll tag u when it's ready!

My Toki Inoue is also something I want made as either a sticker or acrylic Keychain so info on that in the follow up post as well :3

Prices for both things will only be $5 and shipping (shipping will affect the total of everything and will depend on where you live)

This will be months in the making so this is all for now ^^

@grimsanctum

#metalocalypse #dethklok #toki wartooth

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fruitypieq · 9 months

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My Etsy shop is finally open!!!

There's only a few things in it right now but I'm hoping to add more soon, feel free to come check it out!!

-> LINK HERE <-

(Every order comes with a free Sunset Shimmer sticker too!)

#my little pony #mlp #pinkie pie #applejack #fluttershy #rainbow dash #rarity #twilight sparkle #sunset shimmer #trixie lulamoon #starlight glimmer #kandi #pins #bottle openers #etsy #small business #my art

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ultrainfinitepit · 5 months

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Shop Update December 2023

Hello Tumblr followers, I hope you are having a pleasant week and have fun plans for the weekend. 2023 is coming to a close and so is my shop for the rest of the year. I will be closing my Etsy shop December 8 2023, if you're hoping to purchase any holiday gifts now is the time. To sweeten the deal, all items in my shop are on sale now until the shop closes and every order will get a free sticker and/or seconds pin while supplies last.

I will reopen the shop sometime in 2024, no specific date yet but probably sometime in January. Look out for another update, keep an eye on my social media, or opt in to email notifications for my shop once it's closed, to be notified when it's open again. While my shop is closed, you can purchase from my stockists who have most of my items as well as some older ones.

I have just a few new items this month, here's the list:

Baptism by Fire, a spicy Wolfwood/Trigun-inspired pin

Another putto for the Astrological Putti series, for the constellation Ophiuchus

A restock of the Clock pin

Seconds Grade Mystery Cowboy Monsters Pins

Variety Pack Mystery Bags

Restocks of items from the SJMade Holiday Fair

New pin hoops!

I've gotten a few comments about pins selling out quickly, so I thought I'd talk about that here. Recently, I have reduced the quantity of pins I order for self-funded designs. This is to save on space since I have a lot of designs I'd like to make and not enough space to keep all of them in-stock. Additionally, I am planning to start selling wholesale and on Shopify soon, meaning even smaller quantities of my pins and other items will be listed on Etsy. Going forward you should expect my listings to sell out more quickly.

If a design is popular, I will consider making it with new colors or plating. You can find a catalog of my pins on Tumblr along with a link to a Google form to suggest restocks or variants. It's more exciting for me as a creator to make new pins and recolors instead of the same pin in the same colors over and over, so that's why I may not restock a design in its previous colors.

If you miss out on a pin you really wanted, please check with my stockists. Please be patient with them, it can take months for them to receive and catalogue new items. They get a lot more orders than me so they may be slower to ship to you as well. I am planning to send a few of every item I make to each of my stockists so long as I have enough inventory to do so. You can also tag me on social media if you make an ISO (in search of) post and I will share it. I hope this helps you in your pin collecting journey.

Finally, one more thing I'd like to mention. My current newsletter service Tinyletter is shutting down soon, so I will be moving to EmailOctopus. If you're a current newsletter subscriber, I've already moved your subscription over to EmailOctopus. You can expect January's update from that service instead of Tinyletter.

That's all until 2024. I hope you have enjoyable winter holidays and a happy New Year!

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yellowssillysymphs · 2 days

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🌟 Surprise! New batch of Undertale Yellow pins are now up for grabs !! :D 🌟

Very excited to have finally made these little guys!!! More for my backpack (and maybe yours too) Get em while they're hot :p!

And product suggestions are welcome too :] I love making just about anything (what playing the ost on loop for hours does to a dude) ! Hoping to open up some button commissions through Etsy soon too!!

#undertale yellow fanart #starlo uty #kanako uty #chujin uty #guardener uty #el bailador uty #etsy artist #artists on tumblr #yellow drawz #art beeznus

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kelpan · 3 months

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Didn't expect this past month, almost two, to be so filled! Overbooked with theater gigs for the holidays, family stresses, and getting Covid for christmas kept me rather occupied. Throw in some negative company-wide changes at my workspace come the new year, and we're off to a rousing start! Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

You know, it really is times like these that I cherish having a medium like this to escape to.

But, I've taken some time for myself, and am feeling far closer now to the definition of a human being than I was before, so that's a positive. Here's hoping for a smoother rest of the year, and thank you to everyone who has given me the joy of knowing you're enjoying my story. Y'all have given me some big boosts in moments where I really needed it this past year 😊

With that said, on with the show!

Credit for the Oc Chrysanthemum goes to wwispie on Etsy/Instagram!

Ao3: Petals on a Stream of Stars

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Act 1, Chapter 11: A Bit of New Information

Wednesday

6:30 PM

Chrysanthemum

The path to the Atrium followed a different route than she’d yet taken, giving her a chance to see more of the pizzaplex than her morning walk into work would normally have allowed. Together, they re-entered the main lobby, this time turning at the top of the staircase to make use of the elevators. Exiting at one of the uppermost floors, the group entered into a massive, open convention hall of a room, with a stage nearly as impressive anchored along the farthest wall. Parents and children mingled about, creating an indiscernible din of voices. The outer layout reminded her of an old mall’s food court, with restaurants lining the outer perimeter and advertising a variety of offerings, ranging from Mexican to Italian to Carnival-style fried food, all pizzaplex themed, while the inner layout resembled more that of a performance arena. An odd mixture of architecture, that somehow, still managed to blend together as one cohesive unit.

The center of the room held the majority of the tables and chairs, many of which were already occupied with other parties and single families enjoying a meal. The attendants, keeping their lead, guided the line of children towards the only empty table left, the one specially reserved front and center, and already prepared for their arrival with decorations and boxes of hot pizza. As soon as the Atrium staff gave the “OK”, the children scattered, clamoring to claim their seat. Marigold, guided personally by the staff, sat at the head of the table, in a chair adorned with balloons and streamers. Unlike the rest of the children, who chattered excitedly, barely restraining themselves from the goodies before them, her attention appeared elsewhere, twisting herself this way and that around the back of the chair, as if looking for something.

Before Chrys had the time to check in on her odd behavior, all the lights began to dim, casting everything in a surreal neon glow. The children’s squeals spiked as their anticipation grew, then quieted as a building melody thumped through the speakers, followed by a soft, rolling fog which crept out across the stage. Amidst the fog emerged four black pits, obscured among the wisps of smoke, before a voice joined the music, unseen but inviting.

“Weeeeelcome, Superstars! Are you ready to have the most fazzeriffic, rockin’ birthday ever?!?”

The entire room shouted.

“I said, ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?!?”

Another universal scream, impossibly louder this time.

“Fazz-tastic! Ah one, two, three, four!”

Electric guitar, base, and an electric keyboard all sounded off in unison, collectively creating a stylized melody she didn’t recognize. The instruments harmonized well, and when the voice rejoined in song, the fullness of sound created was something enjoyable and thrilling.

“You could go anywhere, spend a fortune for wasted time, but we all know a birthday at anywhere but Fazbears should be considered a crime!”

Four animalistic, robotic faces appeared from the depths of the pits, breaking through the fog with glitz and glamor, shredding away on instruments dangled at the hip except for the dapper bear down front and center, singing into a stationary microphone. It took Chrys only a second to realize who they were; The Glamrock animatronics. While she recognized three from the advertisements plastered everywhere around the ‘plex, she couldn’t help but take notice of the one playing the bass, their encounter together when they’d accidentally met outside the daycare still fresh in her mind.

“So here’s our wish to you, our most special of guests, that your time with us will blow away all the rest!”

A few quick, hard cords, and the short rock ballad reached its end. As the last note drifted through the air, the entire band threw their fists up and shouted at the top of their mechanical lungs.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!”

The kids at their table cheered and clapped their hands off before digging into their pizza, doled out by the Atrium staff. As the last of the applause died down, Marigold once again returned to her peculiar behavior, this time stretching so far as to almost tip her chair over.

“Woah, careful!” Chrys moved just in time, catching Marigold by the shoulders and righting her. “What’s so interesting over there?”

Marigold looked around one more time, her confusion apparent, eyes brimming with tears.

“Miss Chrys… where’s big brother at? I thought he’d be here by now. I don’t want to eat without him! He loves pizza.”

Chrys’s spirit sunk. Whatever she’d thought preoccupied Marigold’s mind, this was last on the list. And she was no better prepared to handle this question now than she was the first time.

“I, uh, I’m not sure. I haven’t heard anything about his arrival yet. Maybe your dad is bringing him?”

Marigold shook her head vehemently. “No, no! Big brother is a grown up! He works here at the beach!” The tears which hovered at the edge broke free, trailing down her cheeks in a miserable descent, her voice cracking. “Mama told me he’d be here…”

Her heart broke to see such sadness in one so small, even as her mind hurried to update the image in her head of this so called “big brother”. Never would she have guessed all this upset was over some adult.

“I’m sorry Marigold. I know how painful it is to be expecting someone only for them not to show. But sometimes things can get complicated. Maybe something came up at the, uh… the beach, and that’s why he’s not here yet?”

She hoped her words would be enough to appease her, at least long enough for her to still enjoy her dinner. Grabbing a napkin from the table, Chrys gently blotted the tears marring Marigold’s face, and helped her to blow her nose. While she no longer cried, the girl’s eyes still shimmered with disappointment.

“How about we work on eating our pizza while it’s hot, and we’ll save a couple of slices for “big brother” to enjoy with you later, okay? Do you think that would be alright?”

She sniffled, though a corner of her mouth ticked upward in a weak attempt at a smile. “Ok, Miss Chrys. I’ll try.”

“That’s the spirit. Now, what kind would you like? I think there is—”

“Now, I know I’m not seeing waterworks from our very own guest of honor, am I? Here, I got just what ya need.”

The coarse and crass voice rang in Chrys’s ear, a pink puff of cotton candy materializing in her face, delicate and covered in glitter. Monty flashed the both of them a toothy grin as he handed the stick off to Marigold.

“There ya go. Happy Birthday little lady, hope you have a rockin’ day. Oh, and to let you in on a little secret,” He held his hand to the side of his snout and leaned down, blocking out the others. “We were playin’ just for you, ya know. A special performance, for a special kid.”

The little girl’s eyes lit up, and a grin graced her face for the first time since entering the Atrium. Hands free, he gave her hair an affectionate ruffle, and her melancholy mood seemed to abate, at least for the time being. She set right to work tearing apart the puffball, little hums of happiness escaping her as she popped the fluffy pieces into her mouth.

“Helps to have access to a kids preference profile, eh?”

Monty, nudging her with his elbow, eyebrows waggling, shot her a look that others might have found charming. She, however, did not consider herself one of those people, and ignored it as such.

“Oh come on, the silent treatment? That’s a little harsh, don’t ya think?”

The look she shot him made her thoughts apparent.

“Alright, alright, fair enough. But yesterday was a fluke, y’all just caught me on a bad day is all.”

From the corner of her eye, Chrys noticed the other Glamrocks inching closer, making what little space remained at their end of the table cramped. She stepped back, leaving more than enough room for the others to come up and greet Marigold, as they appeared to want, and happily so if it meant she could also put a little extra distance between herself and Monty at the same time.

Too bad he failed to get the same memo.

“New girl,” he croaked, following right on her heels. “I ain’t pulling your leg here. It wasn’t my intention to get so, uh… outta line. You didn’t do nothin', Sun was the one who pissed me off. So, uh, sorry you got sorta roped into my bad mood there, I guess.”

He spoke animatedly with his hands, swiping them over his red mohawk multiple times in a nervous, uncomfortable fashion. She kept her eyes trained on him, listening, but withholding any of the appeasement he sought, at least for the time being. On the surface his apology felt genuine, enough so that she felt bad for not giving in then and there. But… there was still something “off” about the way he held himself, the way he fidgeted. Of what exactly, she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but whatever it was, it made her hesitate.

“Wait, I know! Here,” he rushed back to the table. “A peace offering. A chance to start over, yeah? Clean slate?”

Looking between him and the slice of pizza he offered, she contemplated her decision for a moment, before letting go with a sigh, taking the plate from him with a compromising smile. She was probably just over-thinking things. It’s never easy to apologize to someone, especially someone you just met. She'd be rude to reject his attempts at reconciliation now.

“Well hey, alright then!” Seeing her accept the pizza, his eyes shot open, surprised, before morphing into a full-mawed grin, hands held on his hips in triumph, an enthusiastic and boyish pose. Endearing to those who likely knew him better, she imagined.

Still not quite my cup of tea, though.

The aroma of the fresh food tickled her nose, making her mouth water. Maybe Sun did have a point about her measly packed lunch. Monty had only grabbed a simple slice of cheese, but the scent carried with it a savory mixture of fresh herbs and hearty tomato sauce, and her stomach rumbled. Guess the “Pizzaplex” did actually live up to its namesake.

“Now that we got that out of the way, tell me. How are things going over in the daycare? Smooth? No outbursts? Or, uh… incidents?”

Chrys paused mid-bite, questioning what she heard. “Incidents?”

“Yeah, incidents! You know, a parent not showing up to pick up their kid, something getting broken, someone getting killed, that sorta thing…”

She choked on her food. “Killed?! What the heck do you think happens in the Daycare, human sacrifices?”

“I dunno. Wouldn’t be the first time someone left the daycare on a stretcher with a blanket covering their face.”

She froze. He delivered the statement in such a deadpan voice that any response she might have had died on her tongue. Was he joking with her? She searched his eyes for any sign of deceit, for anything that might negate the gravity of the subject, but found none. Gazes locked, he refused to break the contact, the seriousness in his eyes souring her stomach.

“What… What are you talking about?”

“So ya don’t know then? Huh. Guess I owe Roxy ten bucks.” He shrugged. “Not really my place to say, if Sun really hasn’t told you yet. Go ask him yourself if you’re brave enough, but don’t be surprised if he don’t say much. Doubt he’d be too keen on discussing how his brother gutted someone in cold-oil.”

She swallowed thickly, trying to keep the majority of her emotions from bubbling to the surface despite the race her pulse now ran. “How… how do you know all this?” Her voice came out flat, her nerves getting the better of her. She dug her nails into the paper plate, ripping it along the edges, needing something to do with her hands.

He exhaled through his snout, long and loud. “Not really a day any of us could forget, though Fazbear’s sure done their best to get us to. We were closed for days afterwards. The Daycare even longer than that.”

Licking her lips, her mind struggled to process. “But… how do you know Moon was the cause? Were you there, did you see him? Where was Sun during this? You’re trying to freak me out saying something terrible happened, but wouldn’t I have heard about it on the news if—”

The low, visceral growl that came from Monty startled her silent. “Look, new girl, believe me or not, but that doesn’t change the facts. You’re lucky I even took the time to tell you this much. If I were you, I’d want to know who I was working with. Do with that what you will. It’s your neck.”

Throwing his hands up, Monty clunked his way back to the table, just in time to join the rest of the Glamrocks for their departure.

“It’s been a faz-tastic time with you all! Enjoy the rest of your party! And Happy Birthday Marigold!”

Freddy shouted his goodbye before leading the rest of the band backstage, disappearing one by one behind the curtain. Chrys stared at Monty’s back until he too vanished, their time together leaving a bitter taste in the back of her throat. There’d be no way she could go back to the Daycare as she was before, not without a moment to collect herself, at least.

Quickly tossing her empty plate away, she found one of the attendants as they gathered the children, herding them single file, and waved for their attention.

“Hey, do you mind taking the kids back without me? I, uh, just need to use the bathroom real quick.”

The attendant shrugged. “Yeah, that’s fine. We’re good.”

“Great, thanks!”

Popping over to the nearest restroom, Chrys had the unexpected good fortune to find herself the only occupant. She approached one of the mirrored sinks, and splashed the coldest water she could get from the tap onto her face. The water soaked into her hairline and dampened the strands of hair which had fallen out of place, but she hardly noticed, savoring the chilling sensation. The prickly, tight feeling in her skin lessened, and she could feel the whole of her body relax. Looking in the mirror, her dark bags appeared even more pronounced under the unforgiving fluorescent lights, and she sighed. There was no one to blame but herself for how exhausted she looked.

Patting herself dry with a paper towel, the thoughts which clamored to come forward broke through, creating a battlefield in her mind.

Moon. Some, supposed murderer, and the daycare, a crime scene. Just imagining it made her cringe. Monty had to be exaggerating, had to be; No company, no matter how profit-driven, would ever let a robot remain active in any capacity who still posed a threat to their patrons. But, even if Monty was just blowing smoke… what did that say for real life? His claims were too extreme to be without some kind of credence, but all rumors needed some nugget of the truth in order to be believable, to spread. What could have happened to create such a violent reputation?

She hung her head, shaking away the urge to catastrophize. Without any other perspective or information she’d drive herself mad analyzing the never-ending possibilities. Not to mention how nefarious it felt to speak about someone she’d never even been introduced to yet.

Though, perhaps that wasn’t fully accurate. They had met, if just for a moment, hadn’t they? Her gut knew who it had been with her in that dark storeroom. She closed her eyes, letting the moment replay in her head. The disorientation, the crashing. He was the only reason she was able to walk away from that room unscathed. And no matter what anybody else said, no matter how many different ways she tried to look at it, no one who would jump headfirst to someone else’s defense could be some ruthless killer. Not in her eyes.

Maybe Monty was right. Maybe not. Or maybe the truth lay somewhere in-between. But she’d be a fool to place so much confidence in such an unreliable source so soon. Things always get warped the moment they transfer from one mouth to another after all, and this would be no different. Looking into the mirror one last time, Chrys settled the fight in her mind. Until forced to otherwise, she would choose to believe in the Moon who’d saved her.

It’s all she could trust for certain.

With renewed conviction, she left the bathroom and the Atrium as a whole, pleased with herself for remembering the way back to the daycare without having to reference a map. Upon entering, however, the atmosphere felt nothing like it did when she’d left it; a raw, worrisome tension filled the air, almost palpable in its heaviness. Looking around, she found nothing of immediate concern, until she noticed all the children from the party quietly drawing at the Arts and Crafts tables, still chaperoned by the two Atrium staff.

They should have left once the kids were all safely back here. What’s going on? Where’s Sunny?

As if on cue, he appeared, stepping out from behind one of the playplaces, his stride frantic and erratic, fingers digging into the side of his faceplate as he swiveled his head around in a constant, 360 degree motion. As the door clicked closed behind her, his head whipped to face her, and he came speeding over.

“Chrys! Oh, Chrys, Chrys, Chrys, I am SO glad to see you. Is Marigold with you? Have you seen her? Please tell me you’ve seen her.”

“What?” Chrys answered, anxiety rising. “N-No, she should have returned with the rest of the party. I just stopped off at the bathroom for a second.”

“Ohh,” he moaned, eyes clamped shut as he yanked forcefully on his two lower rays. “That, that’s not good. Not good at all!”

Chrys scanned the children, checking off a mental headcount as she eyed each kid. “Was she not with everyone else when they got back?”

“No!” He screeched. “I scanned everyone when they arrived, double checked, triple checked! Scoured the Daycare! She’s not here!”

Dread sunk in her belly, and her mouth went dry.

“She… she couldn’t have gotten far, Sun. I’ll go back to the Atrium, look around—”

“No, no.” He cut her off, his expression steeling into something cold and resigned. “There are… protocols, for situations like this. We’ll handle it.”

Straightening to his full height, every inch devoid of his normal whimsy, he stepped around her, and strode over to the security desk with determination. In the same moment he reached over to the underside, the music playing through the speakers stopped with a harsh cutoff, startling everyone in the vicinity. A shrill, repetitive blaring took its place, followed by a monotone voiced recording which announced the words no caretaker ever wanted to hear.

“WARNING, MISSING CHILD ALERT. WARNING, MISSING CHILD ALERT.”

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Side note: I blame Monty for this chapter taking so long to make. Ended up having to re-write his segment more times than I can remember before it finally felt right. I swear, these characters are the ones who are really in charge of telling this story, I'm just the messenger 😅

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