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gigi-the-writer · 1 month
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Hi! My name is GiGi! I’m a gender-fluid teenager and I’m taking commissions for the first time to collect money to save up for moving out at 18 and getting away from my religious household, or once I can get a real job and drive.
How it works is that you’ll DM me either on discord or on tumblr, describe your request, you pay half of your total, I’ll write it out and collect the other half when I’m done.
3$ for headcanons (200 words) 5$ for each 100 words you want to add to the 200
15$ for a story (1200 words) 10$ for each 500 words you want added
I only take Cashapp! DM me and I will give it to you.
Alright let’s get to fandoms!!
Villainous is the only fandom I will be writing for now as it’s the only one I’m motivated to write. I may add more in the future
The characters I will write for are:
BlackHat
Dr Flug
Demencia
5.0.5 (Platonic only!)
Kipo and the age of wonderbeasts
Scarlemagne
Kipo
Wolf (platonic only)
Benson
RULES!!
I’m a minor, I don’t wanna see nsfw nor do I wanna write it
Commissions at max will take about 5 days to a week, the lowest being about 2 days.
The rules in my pinned post apply to my commissions as well.
I can do platonic, romantic, or just general headcanons about the requested character!
I don’t do character x character because I’m just not good at it.
I can do OCs!
Not too much detail unless you’re asking for a story. If you’re asking for a story then specify the plot as much as you want.
Dm me either here or on my discord
gigi_1607
Check out my headcanons and other work and decide whether you’d like to commission!
This is my first time doing commissions, please be patient while I try to figure things out.
If you will not commission, I ask for you to reblog or boost in some way please!!
SLOTS TAKEN 0/10
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krazy-kipo · 2 years
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Billions and Billions X reader snuggle time? Just hanging out in the Alpha's room, big bed kinda soft vibe?
Finally done with the long day you barley kick off your shoes before you flop onto the soft blue sheets. Shifting slightly you wrap the dark blue star speckled blankets around you before settling on the fluffy white pillows. The whole room gave you a space vibe and it was honestly the cutest thing ever. They really were your lovable scinece nerds in or out of the lab. The entire room having little touches of their love of astronomy and scinece everywhere just like the rest of the library. Staring up at the ceiling with tired eyes you chcukled. It was painted with the constellations and looking at them you feel at peace.
"I'm never leaving this room. Ever." You hum before snuggling deeper into the bed with your blankets. You were tired after a long day of work in the lab and now you just wanted to get some sleep.
"Never?" Good Billions asks curiously as he enters the room. Humming in response closing your eyes you grunt as the bed dips as he settles next to you. You make another whine like noise in response to his question before pulling the blankets closer. Bad Billions chuckles as he lays on the other side next to you.
The alphas watch you with a mischevious look in their pink eyes tails slightly swishing as you lay unmoving on the large bed.
"Nevers a long time love." Bad hums his claws tapping your back and you nod in response face pressed tightly against the pillow you'd grabbed. It's silk cover feeling soft against your face as you try and sleep. Staying silent not wanting to encourage them you can feel the alphas look at each other and you know their planning something.
Groaning as they come closer their fur tickles you making you giggle into the pillow. Wolves always were nocturnal creatures you supposed. But you needed your rest.
"Stop..." You whine knowing their doing it on purpose to keep you awake for just a bit longer. They chuckle in response liking to tease their human as they called you before they both nuzzled you, noses gently pressing into your hair and shoulder.
You give in with a playful groan and prop yourself up on your elbows to talk to them as they smile at you. The little blue star lights they hung around their bed glow softly making their fangs gleam in the otherwise dim room. Something that used to scare you just amuses you now and you reach out to boop each of their noses before turning to lay flat on your back. Staring at the ceiling with a smile your happy they're here even if you wanted to rest.
"You know love... forever with you doesn't sound so bad." Bad states and Good whines at not getting to say something sappy first. Giggling at the wolves need for poetry and romance you snuggle into the both of them feeling comforted as the alphas cuddle you back. Their fur still tickled a bit but you didn't mind far too used to it to be bothered.
"Forever with you would be a beautiful thing." Good agrees giving you a gentle kiss and you smile sandwiched between the both of them.
"I have everything I need right here." You agree as you lean against Bad's chest and begin to fall asleep to his heartbeat as Good hums softly to ease you into slumber.
Oh how much you loved them. Trouble they came with and all.
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telleroftime · 2 years
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Requests are currently closed.
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All information should be here, however if you are unsure about anything, please leave a comment, an ask, or a message so I can answer any questions. 
The character and fandom lists will be updated depending on my motivation and what I feel comfortable writing at the time. Crossed out characters means I'm not taking requests for them at the moment. Pink fandoms and characters are the ones I'm currently writing for. These change often.
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Table of Contents
List of Fandoms
List of Characters
Polyamorous Parings
General Rules
About Angst
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List of Fandoms
Alice in Borderland (Netflix)
Call of Duty
Detroit : Become Human
FNAF : Security Breach
SCP Foundation
Super Mario
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List of Characters
Alice in Borderland (Netflix)
Chishiya Shuntarō
(Romantic / Platonic) /// (Fluff or Angst)
Call of Duty
Simon “Ghost” Riley
(Romantic / Platonic / Parental) /// (Fluff or Angst)
John “Soap” MacTavish
(Romantic / Platonic / Parental) /// (Fluff or Angst)
König
(Romantic / Platonic / Parental) /// (Fluff or Angst)
DBH
Gavin Reed
(Romantic / Platonic / Parental) /// (Fluff or Angst)
RK900
(Romantic / Platonic / Parental) /// (Fluff or Angst)
Connor (RK800)
(Romantic / Platonic / Parental) /// (Fluff or Angst)
Please Specify: Deviant or Machine
FNAF:SB
Daycare Attendant - Sun
(Romantic / Platonic / Parental) /// (Fluff Only)
Daycare Attendant - Moon
(Romantic / Platonic / Parental) /// (Fluff or Angst)
SCP Foundation
SCP-035
(Romantic / Platonic / Parental) /// (Fluff or Angst)
I can write for Alagadda AU ! 035
SCP-049
(Romantic / Platonic / Parental) /// (Fluff or Angst)
I can write for Alagadda AU ! 049
SCP-079
(Platonic/ Parental) /// (Fluff or Angst)
Super Mario
Bowser
(Romantic / Platonic / Parental) /// (Fluff only)
Alice in Borderland note - I haven't read the manga and it might be a while until I do, so for now any and all Chishiya oneshots will be about his characterisation in the Netflix adaptation.
SCP Foundation note - Because of the lack of concrete canon personalities, if you request SCP's, please mention what sort of personality you'd want them to have. I have my own ideas of them, but they are very inaccurate to what I believe they would actually act like in the canon. If you don't mind my interpretation of them, you don't have to do this.
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Polyamorous Pairings
Requests for PolyAm ships are currently closed.
Any of these can replace the Reader with a Child!Reader, making the remaining characters act as parents.
Gavin Reed x RK900 x Reader
Connor (RK800) x RK900 x Reader
Sun x Moon x Reader
Ghost x Soap x Reader
SCP-035 x SCP-049 x Reader
The Canon x Canon pairings can also be platonic ones. If it's not specified in the request, I will assume the relationship to be romantic.
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General Rules
All of this is for x Reader one shots and fanfics only. Unless it’s PolyAm, I won’t do Canon x Canon, or Canon x OC
You can request as many times as you would like, so don’t be afraid to. It might take me a while to get to writing it though, purely because my motivation fluctuates like crazy, now mixed with University.
When submitting a request, please specify the relationship dynamic, and whether you would like it to be angst or fluff. If you don't, I will default to fluff with a random relationship dynamic.
When submitting a request, please also specify any details you want included about the reader. If you want a gendered reader, please say so, otherwise I will default to gender-neutral. If you want a specific species for the reader (Eg. Android, Mute, Animatronic for the respective fandoms), please mention it, otherwise I will most likely default to human.
Please also include any AUs if you want them, such as a soulmate AU.
If you see a fandom but not a specific character, feel free to ask if I will write for them. These are the characters I feel the most comfortable writing at the moment, but I could try others as well, or I could have just forgotten to include certain ones when making this post.
I will only write in the second person.
If you would like me to write a character with a specific condition, I will be sure to do plenty of research before writing to make sure I represented it correctly. If I find that I cannot do it, I will unfortunately not finish the request.
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About Angst
Requests for angst are currently closed
The type of angst I feel comfortable writing:
Physical Hurt/Comfort
Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Major Character Death
Accidental Harm by the Canon!Character
Trauma AU's i.e. the Hanahaki Disease
Things I will not write:
Backstabbing stories
Abusive Relationships with an abusive Canon!Character
Abusive Relationships with an abusive Reader
Yandere
Canon character deaths
Any form of Self Harm
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kerakitty · 9 hours
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*BREAKS IN THROUGH THE DOOR* Hi can I request scarlemagne general romantic relationship headcanons post redemption? Thank you!
Hugo is recipromantic, so you'll have to be the one to initiate the relationship. If you don't make the first move, it'll just never occur to him. But once you do tell him, it's like a switch flips in his brain and you shift in his mind from "friend" to "partner" almost instantly. Same with "I love you"s.
While special events get the exact level of over-the-top pomp and circumstance you'd expect from our favorite dramatic monkey man, the everyday of the relationship would be very chill. Most "dates" would be in private settings; making dinner for one another (he's a surprisingly good cook), dancing to recorded music, curling up in front of the fireplace, and the like.
If you have any sort of musical talent/training, he will absolutely want you as his accompanist. And if you don't, no worries! He's more than happy to simply have you listen in. Either way, expect to have at least a few songs written for you.
Hugo craves physical contact. No matter the time or place, expect him to rest a hand on your waist or wrap an arm around your shoulders. And unless you're 100% bald or shaved, he will run his fingers through your hair. He is still a monkey, after all.
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c0sm1c-c01nc1dence · 16 days
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☾ ⋆*・゚:⋆*・゚
Welcome! Before you send in any requests, let’s go over a few things, shall we?
Requests are: OPEN!
Fandoms I currently write for (masterlists will be linked once they’re made):
- The Owl House
- Amphibia
- Oxenfree
- Beacon Pines
- Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts
- Killer Frequency
- Night in the Woods
What I WILL write:
- Platonic or romantic asks (though this depends on the character)
- Polyamorous relationships
- Themes involving mental health, anxiety, etc.
- Multiple character headcanons/drabbles
- AUs
- Readers of any gender
- Mildly suggestive themes
- Yanderes (preferably the less extreme kind, but I’m flexible)
- Character x character, though this is primarily an x reader blog
- Crossovers
- Headcanons, drabbles, oneshots, songfics, or multi-part fics
- Anon asks
- Prompt based asks
What I WON’T write:
- Smut of any kind
- Pedophelia, incest, rape/non-con, beastiality, abuse, the usual (I’m fine mentioning it, if it’s happened in the canon)
- Ships that go against canon, like a lesbian x male reader
- Extreme violence
- Certain Owl House characters (Belos, Odalia, Kikimora)
- Really anything else that makes me uncomfortable
Once your request is submitted, I’ll get to work on writing it as soon as I can! But keep in mind that it may take a while for it to be completed. Please be patient with me, and do not spam me to finish your request.
All that being said, you get to reading if you’d like! Or, if you have a request that doesn’t violate any of the rules above, feel free to send it in! Drink water, take medicine if you’re supposed to, take some time to relax, and I hope you have a good day :D
⋆*・゚:⋆*・゚✩
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thatsgay-writes · 3 years
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Kipo x Reader
Summary: The final episode of the 2nd Season.
Warnings: Light cursing?
Things to know for this imagine;
You are like Kipo, a human and mega mix. But your mega is a Panther Deer (basically a black panther with antlers and 2 tails, but only when your mega like "levels up" or whatever Kipos mega jaguar did.)
Second, you both are already in a relationship, you went with Kipo and Benson to Ratland. But instead of Benson going on the Ferris wheel with her, you did. Which means she confessed to you and you replicated those feelings.
Thirdly, you haven't told anyone about you being a half mega because it got you kicked out of your burrow and you saw how badly Wolf reacted to finding out Kipo was half mute/mega.
Fourth, you have never gone full mega because you never found a anchor, but you know how to transform (from watching Kipo).
Lastly, everyone is aged up by like 3 years and their whole adventure took a couple months instead of like one.
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The stadium was filling up with gold fast. You had just gotten helped higher into the stands by the Timbercats. "I can't leave him again." You heard Lio day before going over to Scarlemagne. You stopped too, to help him and Kipo pull the baboon higher up. "What are we gonna do?" Someone asked worried. By that point you were all stuck at the top of the stadium, with the gold about 2 or 3 steps below us, still rising fast. "If I can push that tree over I could get the gold to stop flowing!" Kipo suggested. "But that means going into your mega jaguar form and I lost your anchor!" Benson said with tears in his eyes. Everyone started to gather around her, pulling her into a hug, and started talking about how it was too dangerous for her. You pushed everyone away from Kipo and pulled her into a hug. You pulled away some and cupped her cheeks with your hands, rubbing your thumbs over her cheeks lightly. You smiled slightly, "You got this. If you get stuck we'll find a way to turn you back. But just in case, I love you." That's the first time either of you had said that word in the 2 months you had been dating. Kipo smiles widely, "I love you too." She said as her eyes changed and she suddenly grew into a giant pink jaguar.
Kipo and her mom had been pushing on the tree for a couple of minutes but it was barely budging, even after Kipos mega form seemed to level up. There was now only one step left between you and the gold. "What are we gonna do?!" Benson said. You let out a deep breath. I guess it's time. You thought before turning around to your friends, Lio, and the Timbercats leader. "I think I can help them..." you say kind of quietly. "How, y/n? Unless you can turn into a powerful mega too?" Benson joked a little trying to remain positive. You didn't say anything and just scratched the back of your neck nervously. Everyone looked at you with wide eyes. "You honestly weren't supposed to find out this way. I was kicked out of my burrow because of it and I don't really have an anchor to bring me back if I do transform all the way." As you said this everyone was shocked. You expected Wolf to be mad at you like she was with Kipo, but she wasn't. "No I can't risk you too. We are already taking a chance with Kipo but I cannot risk you too." She said trying hard to hold back tears. "Im so sorry but there is no other way." You said looking at the gold that was now only half a step away before looking back. You hugged Benson and Wolf tightly before you pulled away. "There's no time left." And with that your transformed.
Kipo was struggling, she was supposed to be this powerful mega jaguar but she couldn't even move a tree! Even with her mom, who was a giant monkey, couldn't push it over. Kipo kept glancing to where her friends were to make sure they were ok. Except this time when she looked back, y/n was gone. She felt panic fill her quickly as she kept pushing, her eyes looking around. Next thing she knew, the tree started to fall. She froze in shock for a quick second before pushing harder. The tree finally fell and just in time too, the gold was a centimeter from getting to the tops stair. Kipo let out a sigh of relief before looking to her right. Her jaguar form jumped back a bit seeing what appeared to be a mega panther with deer antlers. Kipo looked at it confused, wondering why it would help them. She looked away from the panther and towards her mom, who just shook her head and shrugged. She then looked down to her friends that were now standing on top of the stadium. "It's y/n!" Benson yelled up to her pointing at the panther. Kipos jaguar eyebrows rose in shock before turning and playfully tackling the panther. They kept play fighting for a few more minutes before y/n stopped Kipo and pushed her towards their friends with her antler. Kipo knew it was time to turn back, but how to do that, she had no clue. She felt her mom pull her into a hug and y/n place a paw on her back as she tried to concentrate.
You could tell Kipo was really struggling to turn back. But once her, Wolf, Benson, and Dave sang a song she slowly turned back. "Guys!" She somewhat yelled before pulling the 3 of them into a hug. "I guess you guys have been my anchors all along." She said with a giant smile, causing Benson to tear up and make Dave say, " Now that's beautiful." Kipo turned to her mother. "I promise we'll find a way to get you out of you mega form." She said as her dad put his arms around her shoulders. She then looked over at you and turned back to her friends with a questioning stare. "Why hasn't y/n turned back yet?" Her asking that seemed to make the mood of the group drop. "Kipo... y/n has never transformed before. She also doesn't have an anchor to help turn her back." Benson tried to explain calmly. "What?! No that can't be true! Maybe we can find them one, go back to where their parents lived or..." Kipo tried suggesting. Wolf shook her head and placed her hand in Kipos arm, "y/n got kicked out from her burrow, going there won't do anything. Plus they also knew the risk." Kipo looked down sad before walking over to you.  You leaned you head down, lowering your ears. Kipo hugs you around your muzzle, tears streaming down her face. "This can't be happening." Lio came up behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Dad." Kipo said as she turned towards her father being pulled into a hug. "It's alright we'll find a way to change them and your mom back. But right now we have another problem on our hands." Lio said turning to look at Troys father.
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cattywh0mpus · 3 years
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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Chapter 2 is UP! 🐸💕
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gigi-the-writer · 1 month
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Hi! I’m deciding to take requests for two shows I REALLY like.
About me:
Hi! My name’s GiGi, I like to write, A LOT.
I’m gender-fluid but atm I’m going by they/them. I will edit this post when that changes though!
Rules:
Please don’t send any nsfw or suggestive requests, I am a minor and I don’t wanna see nor write that kind of stuff.
I won’t write for pregnancy or abortions or anything like that. the thought of it makes me very uncomfortable.
I have the right to refuse any requests. If your request makes me uncomfortable or I just can’t write it I will definitely let you know I won’t be writing your request, but will encourage you to make another request if you want!
I can write heavy topics, such as abuse, suicide, self harm, depression, etc. But I will kind of speak from my own experience since that’s really all I have.
This is an lgbtq safe space! Any discrimination towards sexuality, gender, race, etc in a request will be deleted and you will be blocked.
I can write platonic requests as well!
I can’t believe I have to address this but PLEASE no ‘turning into baby and their partner/friend has to take care of them’ requests, it’s just a weird concept to me. 😀
NOT TOO MUCH DETAIL. As in, not a whole dang plot for a novel.
Characters I write for:
Blackhat
Dr flug
Dementia
5.0.5 (platonic only!)
Kipo and the age of Wonderbeasts
Kipo
Wolf (platonic)
Benson
Scarlemagne
(Enjoy requesting! Go wild!!)
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krazy-kipo · 2 years
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Anchorless
(Based off a snipet I wrote about my o.c Pyro and how far they'd go for Kipo. Only for their sacrifice to horribly backfire. Also the idea of being anchorless was just really intresting to me. Just being lost to yourself and getting stuck in that animal mind set.)
You were falling. Grasping at air as feathers fluttered around you. You had just wanted to help. You wanted Kipo to know she wasn't alone. But now you were dropping, getting further and further from your friends. From the fight. From yourself.
Looking around trying to find something anything to stop your descent you begin to panic as you continue to free fall. Kipo needed back up, she needed support. She needed you! You thought if you did what Emilia did maybe... maybe...
There's a loud caw as the bird above you flaps their wings sending it's feathers fluttering down. Feeling the air leave your lungs as you fall they rise above you and you notice they're your favorite color. They're you.
Closing your eyes hearing the wind whistle in your ears as it throws your hair around, the shouts fade away, and you plummet. Slowly you feel yourself loose control receeding deep into your mind as adrenaline courses through your body. Reaching out hoping to grab something, anything, your head spins. Your grip is slowly slipping from your mute side as it begins to take over. As it forces you to keep falling.
"(Y/N)!" Snapping your eyes open your floating in space. You can't see out of your own eyes anymore but you can see all your old memories. The mute is gone and you stand on nothing. Clouds surround you making you nervous as you begin to wander about trying to find a way to control yourself again.
"..." Unable to speak you walk, footsteps silent as the fog of your mind muffles all sound.
Seeing yourself and your friends you pause hand stretched to grab one but you feel yourself sinking into the clouds. Pulling back from your memories the sinking stops and your left alone and trapped in your own mind. Tears slipped down your cheeks as you open your mouth trying to scream but there's no sound.
Spinning around panicked you couldn't see a way out, you were stuck. You were lost in yourself. The cawing from before gets louder and as you fall to your knees sinking into the fog your surrounded by your repeating memories. Closing your eyes you feel yourself flying.
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"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!!!" Kipo continued calling out to you but you had long stopped responding. Emilia was cured and gone forever, you'd done it.
As she stood there watching you, a mega bird she smiled sadly.
"Come on (Y/N)... Come back..." She mumbles but you don't hear her. You don't have an anchor, you can't change back and there's no more cure.
Shaking as she watches you, Hugo wrapped his arms around her and she began crying into his jacket, slowly sinking to her knees. You'd saved her life. You'd saved Hugos life. All the mutes. All her friends. But at what cost? Was it worth it?
"... Kipo..." Hugo mumbled. He looked up and the Mega Bird you'd become was flapping it's wings looking around confused. It cawed staring at something near them before looking away but it's eyes. They were devoid of intelligence. It was just a hollow husk of (Y/N) and there was no cure and no pre established anchor. If they couldn't find themselves they'd be lost forever.
"Hey Kipo it's okay-" Lio tries to soothe but Kipo shakes her head.
"No dad! No it's not!" Kipo responds. She's shaking as she clutches her brothers jacket. She was so close to loosing him. She already lost YumYan Hammerpaw and so many others. No you too. Please not you too!
"Kipo we can figure this out. We can help them." Song states but Kipo doesn't listen this is all her fault.
"(Y/N) PLEASE!!!" She begs pleading for you to change back. Tears streak down her face and her eyes turn pink as she shakes. They'd lost so much not you too!
"Wait kid you'll-" Jamack tries to warn but it's to late. With a couple flaps of the Mega birds multiple wings you were gone.
You were gone...
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Your body felt heavy. Hand digging into the dirt like claws you were numb. Your entire body... something was wrong with it but you didn't know what. Grunting your eyes glance around, vision blurred.
"... Ugh..." You can't remember what happened. Why you felt this way but whatever you'd been through it made your entire body hurt. Had Emilia smacked you around that much? "... guys?" You call out but your voice is scratchy. When you get no response you slowly push yourself up and look around. The jungle your in is empty. You're alone.
Getting up you teeter before leaning on a tree and vomitting. Shaking after you finish, you wipe at your mouth once your stomachs emptied. A feather flutters from your hair and you pause remembering the hell you endured. Looking around there were feathers everywhere.
Lightheaded and dizzy the transformation being very draining, you begin stumbling in a direction hoping to find home. Minutes blend into hours as the sun falls and the forest becomes dark. Your cold, hungry, and tired but you continue to stumble.
Seeing the Timbercats village your vision goes blurry as you collapse outside the wooden wall. Noises erupt around you and feeling hands on you, you smile before everything fades to black that same voice that brought you back calling your name as you fade away.
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telleroftime · 2 years
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Stunning ||| Jamack x Reader
You convince Jamack to go ‘clothes shopping’ with you. After trying on a bunch of outfits, you emerge with something you're not too sure about which leaves Jamack stunned in awe.
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Pairing: Jamack x Gender Neutral ! Reader
Relationship: Romantic
Tone: Fluff
Word Count: 1k
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The mirror before you was still filthy, covered in dirt and grime that managed to settle on the otherwise glossy surface over the many years it hung abandoned in the depths of the shopping mall. There was a slightly less foggy oval in the centre - an area that you tried your best to wipe clean with spare rainwater and some old cloth you managed to retrieve from the surrounding stores - and it seemed to do the trick as the reflection it provided was enough to view the last eight outfits you had tried on in that store alone.
You were barely in the shop for half an hour, and yet you were already wearing thin on possible clothes you could take back home with you. Clothes that you could alter and feel like yourself in.
Many of the shirts and trousers you wanted and hoped would fit had irreparable damages that you couldn't fix, ranging from large holes to unsettling smells. Many jackets you adored the appearance of were two sizes too small, and none of the shoes and boots in the shop fit you.
Dressing into the final outfit before calling it quits, you glanced over and into the mirror.
You could see yourself, your complexion appearing miss-coloured because of the muck that didn't want to be scraped off, and the image was blurry which caused certain shapes and colours to fuse into awkward forms. But, you could still make out how the colours of the patterned shirt you now adorned danced with the hue of your skin, and how the unicoloured vest worked well with the rest of the colour scheme. All that was left were the trousers.
It wasn't much of a debate, really. The pile of trousers was thinned down to just two pairs. A beautiful cream that reminded you of the clouds just before the time reached the golden hour, and a pair of onyx dress pants that looked like the fangs of a Deathstalker but were just the wrong shade of black to match the warm touch of the top half of the outfit. You wanted to take the cream ones however, knowing that in practice they were not suited for the dystopian environment you called home, you reached and put on the black pair of trousers.
It wasn't a bad combination, you knew that. The warms of the top half, the shirt and the dark vest, were comforting to the eyes. The material of the fabric was safe to the touch and it wasn't too thick nor was it too thin. The vest was the perfect size, allowing you to move freely without it restricting or tugging at your body, and you knew that you were going to be taking the two sets of clothes home. However, the black trousers made you doubt yourself.
"Jamack," you called out, pulling the torn curtain of the changing room aside. Jamack had been standing just outside, a little to the left, with his arms folded and leaning against the wall of the shop. You paid little attention to his face as you spun in a little circle.
"I was thinking about keeping these as a set, but I'm not sure. I think the dress pants ruin it," you spoke truthfully. You looked at yourself in the mirror again, debating what you should do.
Hearing pure silence from Jamack, you turned back around quickly to face him, "Love, are you all-"
His face had turned a darker shade of green, your sudden attention on him causing the frog to let out a small peep. His pupils seemed bigger and brighter as he stared at you, pink eyes scanning your body from the base of your shoes all the way to the top of your head. You could see the corner of his lips twitch as he attempted to keep his mouth closed, and he swallowed awkwardly. As the two of you just stared at each other, a knowing smile lighting up your face, his hands managed to find themselves around his tie. He straightened it as his eyes met yours and another peep escaped his throat.
"So, what do you think?" You asked expectantly, flattening out the vest and then striking a small pose.
You heard him croak, masking it with a small cough, "You look stunning, Lovebug." His skin only got darker as his hand twitched to cover his face. You could just about make out the twinge of a small smile from past his fingers. His poker face was crumbling.
“Thank you, Love,” you answered. The pet name brought a smile to your face as you felt your ears burn. You were glad that he thought your choice of clothes was good, and that he particularly liked the outfit, although… "I'm not sure about the pants,” you said again, looking back around and into the mirror, “they fit me fine, it’s just that the colour seems off.”
You felt Jamack’s hand wrap around yours, making you turn to look at him as he brought it to his lips and placed a loving kiss on top of it. “Trust me when I say this,” you felt his breath on your skin run smoothly against it, “I have never seen anything that could match your beauty. You make the sun pale in comparison and I would give anything to see that smile of yours for all eternity. If the only thing I could ever see was your body, I would welcome it with open arms. Lovebug, you make anything you wear look just as glorious as you yourself are, please do not doubt your style.”
A moment of silence passed as you grinned, heat flaming your cheeks and burning your ears as Jamack’s poetic words ricocheted around your brain.
“That, and the dark trousers are more practical.”
“Yeah, I thought so too.”
The two of you laughed and you wrapped your arms around him, snuggling into his chest. From the positioning of your head, you could just about hear the thumping of his heart, beating fast.
“I think this is enough ‘shopping’ for today,” you said, leaning back and placing a kiss on his cheek, “thank you Jamack.”
You walked back inside the changing room stall and took off the clothes, getting changed back into your functional outfit before pushing the three garments into the plastic bag you brought with you for the trip. All in all, you deemed this as a successful outing, with the image of your blushing partner being the most delightful cherry on top.
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telleroftime · 2 years
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It Works ||| Jamack x Reader
After managing to fix a broken cassette player, you and your partner, Jamack, share a dance to the funky melody of a swing song.
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Pairing: Jamack x Gender Neutral ! Reader
Relationship: Romantic
Tone: Fluff
Word Count: 1.3k
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A soft clink signified your success.
“Jamack! Jamack, I did it!” You called out into the room, your voice filled with utter joy as you looked at the metal contraption on the worktable before you. After having found an old book about radios and mechanics, your last two weeks have been spent finding old parts and fixing up an Old World cassette player.
A certain set of wires have been giving you an issue for the past few days, causing you to have to disassemble and remake the small machine too many times to count, but now that the wires were insulated properly and clicked into place smoothly, the cassette player was going to - or at least should - work correctly.
“Look Jamack!” You exclaimed again when you heard his heeled shoes clack towards you from the living room. You picked up the player, careful as to not jossle anything loose, and spun to present it to him. With a wide grin on your face, you stared at the tired frog expectantly.
His lips looked lopsided as he stared at it for a second, confused. “You did what?” He asked with a light head tilt, the weight of his body resting on his left leg as he crossed his arms in thought. The last time he saw what you were working on was a week ago when the cassette player had been fully disassembled for the first time. And then he remembered, “Oh… Oh!”
There was a slight hop as his excitement carried him forward, pink eyes trained on the machine being presented to him. “You did it - you fixed it! Does it work? We can play the tapes on it now,” His gaze turned to you, childish delite making his eyes shine brightly. His hands moved fast, settling on your shoulders in some form of distant hug as the cassette player that was held in your outstretched arms blocked the space between you. You could feel him squeeze them reassuringly, his toothy grin hopeful.
You couldn’t stop the heat of embarrassment from rising to your cheeks, your smile goofy as you averted eye contact, “Well… I…” you started, pulling the machine close to your chest.
There was a beat of silence before Jamack chuckled lightly yet eagerly, squeezing your shoulders again, “You haven’t tested it yet, huh?”
Your eyes widened slightly at the slight teasing behind his tone, “I-I was going to,” you cleared your throat, “I was going to test it, but it just clicked into place now. The wires are all connected and taped over and secured and everything is screwed in so-”
“So let’s test it,” Jamack interrupted you, grinning wide whilst letting go of your shoulders. He straightened out his black suit and turned to one of the woven boxes on the uneven shelf that held the scavenged, seemingly functional cassette tapes, pulling one out. You could see it was the one that used to have old writing done in permanent marker titling it, however over the two hundred years of weathering it has been scraped off the yellowed plastic sticker, a trail of pale discoloration marking its long lost presence.
“What if it doesn’t work?” Your voice was a little quieter than before as you placed the player back onto the worktable. You reached for a cardboard box that held some recently found, Old World batteries.
“But what if it does, Lovebug?” He countered. Walking back towards you, he placed the free hand on the small of your back and handed you the cassette with the other. Gingerly, you took it from his hands, muttering a thank you. You wouldn’t lie, the excitement from the chance that this project would finally come to fruition made your insides seem fuzzy and made your hands shake as you inserted the tape into its allocated slot.
Remembering the instructions, you pressed the correct corresponding buttons, and stared at the machine as it made a few unsettling clicks before finally, to your and Jamack’s wholehearted exuberance, it started playing a slightly glitchy swing song.
“Oh my Goat it works!” You sprung up, jumping and pulling Jamack into a hug. You felt his arms wrap around you, his head resting on top of yours for a short moment. You pulled away, quickly looking up into his eyes, “I mean, of course it works. I totally never doubted myself.”
You felt him chuckle, his arms pulling you back into himself as he kissed your forehead, “well if it means anything, I never doubted you Lovebug.”
Struggling to force the smile down, you just nodded, “It means everything. Thank you Jamack-”
Inhaling sharply in surprise, you were stunned when Jamack suddenly pulled you to the centre of the room. He had created some distance between the two of you, clicking his fingers to the beat of the song, stalking closer.
"Oh no, oh no, no, no," you protested, but the giddy smile would not leave your face no matter how hard you tried. The spark in his eyes said it all as he swiftly grabbed you by the wrists, moving his hands to place them on top of yours. He spun you around a couple of times.
“What on Earth are you doing?” You laughed, letting the frog pull you around. The sight of him moving his hips to the melody of the swing song was something you would cherish forever. His feet shuffled across the wooden floor, and his eyes prompted you to let loose as he let go, stepping back and doing a wacky sort of solo dance.
“Come on, little surface human, it doesn’t work if you’re so tense,” Jamack said, this time not even trying to mask the teasing pitch of his voice. He spun around, his back to you as he hummed to match the melody of the clarinet solo.
“Little? Is that arrogance or a trap?” You raised your brow at the very clear challenge.
“Oh you do know how much I love my traps.”
And you did know, and yet you still fell. Doing your best to match Jamack’s clearly very practised dance moves, you jump towards him. His pace was fast, faster when he noticed you trying to copy him. He jumped away and then back again as if dancing on an Old World DDR machine, yet his movements still possessed that suave quality. With each hop and with each arrangement of his feet on the floor, you noted that it was almost like a story in itself.
Grabbing his hands, you pulled him towards yourself, bending your knees to use your body weight to spin him around on his heel. You jumped back in a starfish pose before spinning back around, grinning wildly as you jumped around like a child to the rhythm of the song.
“See, it would be such a waste if we didn’t dance,” he explained as he matched your movements with ease.
“But jazz isn’t the most danceable of music genres,” you argued as you tried to keep your breaths even. You already started to feel the heat rush to your cheeks as the temperature in the rest of your body rose.
“Danceable? Lovebug, are you telling me you are not enjoying yourself?” He teased.
“I- You have a point.”
“There’s no rules to swing dance. Just lighten up and get funky."
The two of you danced for a long while after, taking a break once or twice for a drink of water and some cooked food. You danced with Jamack until you felt the rays of the golden hour glide through the gaps in the window blinds of the work room, and until you felt their warmth disappear behind a curtain of dusk.
At the end of it all, you two had managed to go through the majority of your collected cassette tapes, and after giving them your own custom names and titles, marking the variety of musical genres they all possessed, the two of you decided to stop. The next day would most definitely leave behind sore muscles and aching joints, but for now the two of you just laughed and giggled, teasing each other as you cleaned up for the night.
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krazy-kipo · 2 years
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This has been sitting in my mind for a while but hugo finding reader's sketchbook and finding out that they have multiple pages of doodles and sletches of him.......
You'd left your sketchbook out one day. One of his court members had grabbed and dragged you away for one reason or another leaving the book out in the open and unprotected. As a fellow artist Hugo figures you wouldn't mind him flipping through some of it. Right?
You were just so protective of your book it made him dangerously curious. What could you be hiding in there? Tapping his fingers against the table looking around there's no one. Grabbing it before he can change his mind and clutching it close he quickly looks around again this time with a mischevious gleam in his eye. Studying every corner of the room to make sure he's alone before cracking open the book he stares at the pages. He was amazed at the detail, his fingers softly trailing over the sketch he'd randomly opened up too. A feild with the large dog mutes.
Pulling away from the peice he flicks his hand lightly. He noted he'd need to be careful not to smudge or ruin your work. Both because he respected the effort put into it and because he didn't want you to know what he'd done.
You used charcoal sticks in your work, mostly because they were easy to find and make but berry juice and flower petals also stained the wearing down pages. They'd been used as makeshift paints and water colors before he'd given you proper supplies. As he began to flip through the book, your sketches became more detailed as your skills improved with time. Stories and passages began to appear underneath your pictures but he decided to leave those alone focusing on what you'd drawn, not what you wrote.
"You truly are a muse darling. What are you hiding?" He questions softly absolutely enamoured with your work.
Soon enough he notices the medium change. Real paints instead of berry juices, graphite instead of charcoal. Less scratchy more defined. More time was spent, more care given. They were no longer frenzied. He hums realizing this is what you've been drawing while living with him after he rescued you. These drawings were newer.
About to put the book away slowly loosing interest and beginning to feel guilty at the intrusion he pauses as a splash of red catches his eye. "Oh what do we have here?" He mumbles before flipping the page to see the next drawing.
He blinks seeing it's... him? He expected blood or perhaps something darker but instead it's him in his royal red cape. Tilting his head observing the sharp lines and regal attire he smiles as you'd gotten his good well everything.
There was more. Pages and pages of him and other monkey's from his court. He smiled softly wondering if he should keep this a secret or tease you about it. Some were just doodled while others were detailed sketches and even finished pieces. His fingers tap against a page you'd clipped in and puffing out his chest he nodded. Putting the book back where he'd grabbed it from after looking at everything he hums feeling a sense of pride bubbling in his chest. Maybe he was more your muse than you were his.
"Hey Scarlemagne have you seen-" You pause noticing him standing close to your sketchbook. Though you don't seem suspicious simply on edge.
"Right here darling." He hums tapping the top of it. You look relieved and come towards it picking it up and holding it close.
"Did you open it?" You question a light blush on your face. He simply chuckles in response.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He hums.
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krazy-kipo · 3 years
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Reader: Sitting in Scarlemagnes library reading a book
Scarlemagne: Hi there. Remember that time you showed me love and affection?
Reader: ...?
Scarlemagne: Well I'm here to stay now. I got feelings. Thats how it works. You showed me human kindness. Something I'm not used too. But hey you did it, you fucked up. I'm your problem now.
(This also works for Jamack lol)
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krazy-kipo · 3 years
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Oh shoot, what about some wholesome, domestic Scarlemagne with his s/o?? Ahhhhh.
Scarlemagne is insane but he has his sweet moments.
Is very c l i n g y due to his abandonment issues. It took some time but now that your his partner and have his trust he is very touchy. Any time the King isn't busy he will be snuggling with you in a cozy corner somewhere.
As said he is touchy. PDA is a must. Hugs. Kisses. Cuddling. Hand holding. Hand kissing. Forehead kisses. Nuzzles. If your near him his hands are almost always on you.
Likes to do gentleman like gestures for you. Opens doors for you. Pulls out your chair and pushes it in. Gives you gifts. Gets roses or flowers for a date. Fancy jewlery and clothes. You don't just date you court and he will be going all out for you.
Speaking of clothes you always look fabulous. ✨
Scarlemagne only gets the best for you and whenever he sees you wearing something he gave you (which lets be honest is your entire closet/accessory choices) his face lights up.
If you don't know piano he will be more than happy to teach you!!! He'll place your fingers on the keys with his hands over them and teach you to play by using his motions to lead you. By gently pressing on your fingers you play together.
Waltzing is also a must in this relationship. He loves holding you close and twirling around the ballroom in a graceful dance. He probabaly towers over you or is a better dancer so if you feel self conscious he'll place you on his boots and hum as he dances for you. He always has fun stepping on his toes or not.
Your voice is very comforting to him. He'll ask you to read stories as your cuddled against each other because he loves your voice so much. He adores hearing you speak in different voices and is more than willing to return the favor. He may get distracted during reading though and start kissing you if you make a cute face.
He enjoys walks through his castle or outside in his gardens with you. In the garden he'll tell you the floras scientific names and give your nicknames based off of them. He loves giving you nicklanes because you always smile and giggle something that causes his heart to flutter.
Chemistry puns and science jokes are a given. Scarlemagne once you start getting closer is secretly a huge nerd. Speaking of chemistry it's similar to baking and he'd love to bake with you. He has a sweet tooth after all.
Cakes. Cupcakes. Tarts. Turn overs. Cookies. Brownies. Crumbles. He learns how to make it all with you. Frosting or filling often ends up on your cheek thanks to his silliness but don't worry he'll kiss it off!
During mute meets you usually sit in his lap where he plays with your hair. He loves your hair and loves to brush it and style it for you. He'd be thrilled if you ever returned the favor.
All in all very soft and loving relationship. He just dotes on you endlessly loving you so much.
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krazy-kipo · 3 years
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Hugo with a human friend who scratches up their arms and neck when stressed and has some similar triggers to him like yelling and loud sounds (gender neutral human if u could <:3 ❤❤❤ luv this blog btw)
You didn't mean too really. You were usually in control and didn't often get scared but sometimes certain things caused you to panic. Really loud noises, too quick of a movement, yelling, something or someone looming over you.
Taking in quick breaths trying to steady your rapid heartbeat your begin scratching at your arms. Scarlemagne continues to talk but you ignore him as the scratching continues. It wasn't enough to bleed but enough that your skin becomes irritated. Soon your clawing at your neck too, you begin shaking as Scarlmegane remains unaware. Deep breath in, deep breath out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
"What are you doing?" You pause as Scarlemagne turns to look at you. Your hand is nervously twitching hovering over your skin before you blink and continue to itch. Trying to dig the bad feelings out of you. Trying to make the negative feelings go away. You don't answer, you can't. Closing your eyes you itch faster.
Scarlemagne grabs your hand and you whimper fingers flexing involuntarily as you want to keep itching. His grip is gentle as he takes your hands in his own. Humming softly he closes your hands in his and taking a deep breath you understand what hes doing.
Opening your eyes you take a deep breath mirroring him before you take another. Looking at Scarlemagne he looks back at you before gently pulling you into a hug. Rubbing his hands up and down your arms the urge to itch goes away as you calm down.
"... It's okay. Your okay..." He mumbles and you nod. You knew he understood, after all he often had epsiodes similar to yours. As he releases you from the hug your fists remain clenched so your not tempted to start scratching again.
"Thanks." Scarlemagne smiles and nods before he coughs continuing the conversation he was carrying before you began scratching.
He may not admit it but he was a good friend.
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krazy-kipo · 3 years
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Scarlemagne: I hate humans.
Y/N (a human): Hey can you up me with this?
Scarlemagne DROPPING EVERY THING to go help (Y/N)
Kipo and the Gang: ...?
Scarlemagne: This means nothing.
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