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rustedhearts · 10 months

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send her my love (boxer!steve x fem!librarian!reader)

summary: a series of letters written after your recent breakup with steve, recounting your time apart.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

♡ the king of the ring ♡ main masterlist

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, mushy-gushy-lovey-dovey love letters.

a/n: pretty self explanatory, but libby’s letters are in pink, steve’s are in black ♡

“…how it hurt so bad to see her cry. i didn’t want to say goodbye. send her my love, memories remain. send her my love, roses never fade.”

—send her my love, journey

december 1992—march 1993

♡ ♡

12/05/92

Dear Libby,

Dear god I hope you open this. My hands are shaking so bad around the pen that I’m sure it’ll be all scratchy and shit, but I hope you know that I’m trying. I know how much you love letters, and after you stopped picking up my calls a few weeks ago…I figured this was the best way to reach you.

It’s been almost a month since we last saw each other. I hate thinking about that day. I hate thinking about you crying, and crying because of me. Because of something I did. I want you to know that I take full accountability for what I did, my love. That’s a word they said I should use more often. Accountability. “They” would be Big and Mikey. When they heard about what happened…I don’t think I’ve ever seen either of them so mad. I think, for a moment, Big thought about coming out of retirement just to kick my ass into next year.

I patched up the wall myself. It was my mess to clean. The house seems so big and empty without you. I never realized it echoed before.

I don’t blame you for going home, baby. I know you’ve been wanting to go for a while. I know I drove you away. Pushed you away. I was so terrible to you and I see that now. I’m so sorry it took something so awful for me to see it. But you were right. I’m just like my father. And I needed someone to tell me that so I could realize how fucking stupid and awful I’ve been.

I hope you don’t mind that I used some of your stationary to write this to you. You left it on the desk downstairs. The shelves came in for your books and I put them up. Maybe when you come home, we can fill them up. I’ll buy you all the books in the world, my girl.

I’m sorry. Please know that.

Love,

Steve.

♡ ♡

12/10/92

Steve,

I was surprised to receive your letter. When I stopped answering and your calls stopped coming, I assumed we were done for good. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Despite my every want to feel the opposite, I’m still so terribly in love with you that my head hurts every waking moment of the day. I ache with it. Now that we’re apart, it bleeds. It has nowhere to go. I have nowhere to put it. But this was your doing, Steven. I don’t want you to forget that.

We both said terrible things that day, but what you did was unforgivable. You promised from the start to never raise a hand against me in anger. You promised to never become the thing you hated. I took your word as bond, and perhaps that was my mistake. Perhaps that’s my grievance to regret.

I miss you terribly, but this time apart will be good for us. It’s what we need. I’ve been away from home since I was 19. My brother stands taller than me. His voice is so much deeper than when I left. They’re getting computers at the library soon. Everything is so different, yet it all still seems the same. But even these tiny differences make me realize how long I’ve been away.

It’s snowing here in Hawkins and I helped mom put up the Christmas lights. Nick and I had a snowball fight. I felt ten years old again. Mom made hot chocolate and we watched Charlie Brown. I know how much you love Charlie Brown’s Christmas. But in that moment, I felt wonderfully calm. I felt okay. I felt happy.

And it made me wonder…were we happy, Steve? Or have we been pretending for too long?

I’m glad my shelves came. Use them for your trophies.

XO,

Libby

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12/14/92

Libby,

I can’t tell you how happy I was to get your letter in the mail. I’ve been scared to open it for the past two days. But the thought of going a moment more without knowing what you said would kill me. I can hear your voice so clearly when I read your words.

I’ll never forget what I did that day, Libby. It will always be a reminder of how awful I’ve become. And it will always be a reminder of who I don’t want to be ever again.

I know it doesn’t mean much now since I’m a few months too late, but I’m talking to someone. A shrink or whatever. Big recommended him. Apparently he specializes in “anger issues.” You know how I feel about sitting down and whining about my problems, but…I don’t know. Maybe it’ll help. If it turns me back into the man you loved then I’ll sit on that couch and talk for days.

You asked if we were pretending, and for me at least, I never pretended for a moment. There wasn’t a second that went by that I didn’t love you with every ounce of my being. I’m sorry if you felt you had to pretend. I’m sorry that you weren’t happy, and if you give me the chance, I’ll do my best to make you happy this time around.

No amount of trophies or champion belts in the world could make up for the loss of you, my angel. Please know that and believe it.

Yours,

Steve

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12/22/92

Steve,

I hate the way your words make my heart pound. All that love is still so strong, and it’s all still festering in me. But the heartache is just as powerful. The heartache is just as real.

I cannot give you a second chance just yet. I don’t think we’ve quite earned it. I don’t think we’ve yet reached a point where we’re both okay—on our own. I want to be okay even without you. I fear I’ve become so reliant on you to tell me where life will go, because my life has revolved around your own. I’ve never found my own path to wander. I want that opportunity now.

I went to the Hideout tonight. A Christmas party with some friends. I haven’t felt that young in years, Steve. I’m only 22.

Merry Christmas, Steve. And happy New Year.

XO,

Libby

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1/3/93

Libby,

Christmas was lonely without you. Mikey invited me to his "bachelor pad" in L.A for a "booze fest" (all his words). Gargling gravel sounded like a better time. For a minute, I thought maybe it might be good to get out. To be my own person, like you said. But everything just feels so dull now.

I thought about mailing your present, but I figured you'd just get upset. I want to respect your space and our time apart. My shrink says I have to find more time for other people's wants and needs instead of just prioritizing my own. Is that what I've been doing, Libby? Is that what I've always done?

I guess I kinda did. Took you away from the library and your home. I just wanted you with me all the time. I couldn’t imagine getting through that first string of fights without you. I don’t think I’d be the fighter I am today if I didn’t have you there.

I guess I’m talking about “me” a lot again. I’m sorry I do that.

I hope your Christmas was nice. Hope it snowed the way you like.

Love,

Steve

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1/28/93

Libby,

I haven’t heard from you all month. I thought I’d reach out again. For a few days, I had myself convinced my letter got lost in the mail. I waited for a “return to sender” to come. I think I would’ve preferred the honest rejection to your silence. It’s been so quiet here, my girl. I miss the sound of your voice in our home.

The fights mean nothing anymore. I won the Russell fight last week and felt nothing. Ever since you left, victory tastes stale. The referees declare the winner and I just hear static. Jesus, I miss you so much I started reading some of your sappy literature last week. It’s clearly having an affect.

I hope you’re okay. I hope you’re good. I miss you more and more with every passing day. I miss you more than I thought was ever humanly possible for one person to miss another. I never thought this deep of a feeling could exist. This “break” has taught me a lot.

Been talking to the shrink more too. He says I have an issue with authority and always need to feel in control because of how my dad was. Big fucking brain on this guy, huh? Must’ve went to school in Dumb Fuckville.

Sorry. I’m trying to be kinder. Not swear so much. Wish they made patches for anger like they do for nicotine. Something to ease the ache. But it’s hard to quit something you were born into. The Harrington rage doesn’t just disappear over night. But I swear I’m trying. I promise, cross my heart and hope to die, baby. I’m doing my best to be better.

I hope I hear from you. I hope you’re alright.

I love you.

— Steve

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2/3/93

Steve,

I meant to write. I’ve been so busy now that I’m at the library full time again. I forgot how taxing it can truly be, but it’s like riding a bike. The smell of the books, the feel of the paper, the conversations you have with readers who don’t know where to look, or the ones who do and are searching for more. I forgot how important I feel between those stacks of books.

My girlfriends and I have been going out. They never got to celebrate my twenty-first with me, so we had a belated celebration a few weeks ago. We went to a bar in Indianapolis, took a bus the whole way there. The bar was loud and hot and sticky, and someone spilled beer all over my purse. I know you would’ve hated it, but part of me wished you were there. Bodies were pressing against each other on the dance floor, touching and smearing sweat—but all I wanted to feel was yours. Your familiar frame, right next to me. Only with you have I ever felt so secure.

Anyway, I got my first hangover, and that wasn’t fun. Especially because I’m still staying with my parents and they still think I’m seventeen. Nick tried to get me to buy him beer for his friends. I wish I could be this ‘cool’ older sister for him, but right now he doesn’t like me very much.

I watched your fight last week. There’s something so different in the way you move now. Your punches seem heavier, harder. You take more hits before you hit back. I wish you wouldn’t do that. You know I always worry, Steve. I worry about what might happen if you take too many hits. All those concussions can’t be good. I’m no doctor, but I figure eventually, they’ll catch up to you. I don’t want to see that happen. I can’t fathom the idea of losing you like that. No matter what happens between us, I always want to know you’re well. Selfishly, I always want to know you're out there if I need to call.

I’m glad to know you’re trying, and that you’re still going to therapy. I think it’s very healthy, Steve, and I appreciate and value your honesty. And….I miss you too.

Yours,

Libby

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2/12/93

Libby,

There hasn't been a moment that's gone by since you left that I haven't wished I was with you. In whatever way that might be, all I've wanted is to feel your body next to mine. I miss your touch, your smell, your smile. I never want to know another kiss but yours. I never want to hold another body in my arms that isn't yours. I don't think I could stomach the thought of never having that again.

The longer the time between us lasts and the further the distance grows, the worse I ache for you. God I sound like a fucking dope. It's all those novels you left me, I swear I'm not this sappy. But I guess with you I am.

Please forgive me. Please come home. All I can do now is beg, and show you how hard I'm trying.

I love you, angel. There's nobody and nothing but you.

Love,

Steve

P.S. You're the best big sister. Nick will see that one day when his brain isn't full of beer and Playboy.

P.P.S. Happy early Valentine's Day, baby. I hope the flowers are okay.

♡ ♡

2/17/93

Dear Steve,

I loved the flowers, and I loved the sap. Reading your last letter brought tears to my eyes, and for the first time in a while, they were blissful. I cannot begin to describe the size of the welt in my chest. It feels bruised by your absence and my longing.

Despite every bone in my body yearning for you, I cannot come home. Not yet. I'm not ready. I don't think you are, either. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and while it pains both of us to endure it, I think they're right. Whoever "they" are.

In the spirit of all this honesty, I have to admit: Tom Marrow asked me out for Valentine's Day. And god damn you, Steve, I said no. I said no because I'm wilting without your sun shining on me, and I'm lost without you by my side. I said no because I'll never be able to look into the face of another man without wishing it was yours.

I said no because I know, one day (maybe soon, maybe not), I'll come home to you. Don't let that get to your head.

Love,

Libby

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2/22/93

Libby,

My heart has never suffered as many palpitations in all my high-risk athletic career as it did reading your letter. I hate the way the paper crumpled in my fist when I read about fucking Tom. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to abandon the jealousy that fills me when I think of you with another man. But I can admit, it reached a point even I don't like to think of. I was letting it control me. I'm trying not to do that anymore.

The paper smelled like you this time. You don't know how badly I've missed that smell. I sort of feel like a hound-dog, tracing for more of it in the ink. That's what you've reduced me to, my love. An animal searching for you in the earth.

Please come home. Please come back to me.

Yours,

Steve

♡ ♡

3/2/93

My darling Steve,

I'm coming home to you. Please unlock the door.

Yours always,

Libby

♡ ♡

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the-au-collector · 6 months

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So has Time ever told the Chain he was raised by a tree?

Because I can’t get over the comedic potential of Time talking about his father, and the Chain just assuming he’s talking about a human being. He doesn’t bring up his elusive father often, but when he does it’s always a punch to the gut. Time will just be like, “Oh yeah my dad took me in as an infant when my mom died.” “I watched my dad die at the start of my journey.”

At first Time doesn’t mean to trick them, but then he realizes that the Chain is just assuming that he was raised by a human. So he just lets it snowball. He starts telling them more, seeing how long it takes for them to realize he was raised by a tree. “My dad couldn’t move around much but he was a good dad nonetheless.” “Oh how old was he? Ancient.” “He was our protector, really. Always seemed to know what was going on in the woods.”

And it just keeps snowballing. Malon gets in on it. Since Time knew him in the War of Eras, Wind already knows that Time was raised by a tree but is 100% down to keep up the charade for Time.

Meanwhile Warriors is just fuming because, guys, guys he’s talking about a tree. No I’m being serious guys—

No one believes Warriors when he says Time was raised by a tree. Absolutely no one. It makes Warriors so mad. Time, though, finds this all absolutely hilarious.

Somehow though it gets out that Time really was raised by a tree. Maybe they end up in the Kokiri Woods and either Saria or the Deku Sprite are like “oh yeah lol you mean the Great Deku Tree? Yeah, Time was raised by it like all the Kokiri.”

The rest of the Chain is just flabbergasted. Time is almost dying of laughter. Warriors is pissed because he’s been saying this all along.

So yeah. Time was raised by a tree and uses it to fuck with the Chain. Don’t ever tell me Time is not a gremlin underneath his mature-looking armor.

#lu time #linked universe #shenanigans #time was raised by a tree #lu warriors #time being a gremlin #headcanon #this has been living rent free in my brain for days

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charlesslut16 · 6 months

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-Snowball fight-

summary : sebastian and you pLay with your children in the snow and play a snowball match...

PAIRING : sebastian vettel x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i love this one it is so cute!

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Your girls were ready to win the snowball fight against their brothers and father, Sebastian. They were to three, as you were also. It would be an amazing fight for who decided which film to watch.

Well, this has all began with you and Sebastian sleeping in bed until your four kids came storming into your room jumping and screaming about who decided what to watch in the evening.

This had woken you and your husband, Sebastian, immediately. You separated the four of them and sat them on the bed so they could not jump on the bed anymore.

"Kinder bitte, you are going to wake up the whole neighborhood with your screaming. " Kids please

And just as they wanted to protest that they weren't screaming so loudly, but as you started speaking, they knew that you were right and that they should be quieter.

"Do not argue with us, please it's too early. And I have an idea to solve this problem, what if we go outside and have a snowball fight and the tram that wins gets to decide."

The faces of the kids lit up as they heard that they could go outside and have a snowball match and ran out of the parents' bedroom, downstairs to get their coats, snow pants, shoes, their scarfs and hats.

Without an answer from Sebastian, you gave him a kiss, that he gladly gave accepted, and you stood up, taking his hand and pulled him with you to go outside.

Sebastian grumbled on the way down and outside because you knew he wanted to sleep, but you also knew that he was happy and exited internally to go and play with your kids.

You both put on your winter clothes and went outside. Your children were already standing outside, had built two walls out of snow, and had already decided which parent was in which group.

You with your girls and Sebastian with the boys. Then you discuss the rules in order to play it 'fairly'.

However, the rules were simple, those who were dropped were out and could only provide support from outside. The team that stands last at the end wins, only one person from the team has to be standing.

You gave each other five minutes to prepare snowballs. Five minutes later, you gathered everything together and Sebastian counted down from 10 to one, and at one the snowball fight began.

At the beginning, you didn't hit any person, just barely missed it, and it continued like that until one of your girls was hit. Your children took the snowball fight very seriously, but after a while they found it just fun and forgot what it was about.

But once all the children were met, it was just you and Sebastian, alone against each other. You ran all over the garden but didn't hit each other. However, in a moment when you didn't see Sebastian, he pushed you over so that he landed on you, not so that he hurt you.

He thought he had the upper hand, but since he was hopelessly in love with her, he got lost in her eyes and lost his goal of meeting you. You took that as an advantage, turned so that you were lying on top of Sebastian, and threw the snowball into his face.

But he didn't get mad, instead he wiped his hair away, held up his hand to signify that he had lost, gave her a loving kiss and your children ran to you and jumped on you.

You all started laughing, not knowing what it was about. Just enjoy what a healthy and happy family you were. You couldn't have described how you felt. Your heart has become many times larger than before.

But as short as the moment was, it would be remembered for a lifetime.

You all stood up walked inside again, the girls jumping up and down while the boys were a bit sad, but as you mentioned that you would make hot cocoa. They lit up again.

With the hot cocoa, you and the boys walked into the living room, where Sebastian and the girl were already sitting. As everybody had their hot chocolate, you sat down next to Sebastian.

The film the girls had decided on played on the TV, Everybody had a blanket to cuddle into, while you and Sebastian shared one. You laid your head on hi shoulder and watched the film on the TV.

"I think we had much fun, didn't we, husband?"

"Yes, we did, wife. But that you tricked me and threw me a snowball in the face will be remembered, and I will seek revenge."

"Sure, you will, love."

"I will."

"I love you, Sebastian. You make me happy."

"Und ich liebe dich." And i love you.

#f1 #formula one #formula 1 #f1 fluff #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel fanfic #christmas #masterlist

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mydearyanderes · 10 months

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Yandere! Welcome Home Neighbors Headcanons | Part 1!

Headcanons of how all the neighbors in Welcome Home would act as Yanderes!

Characters: Barnaby, Eddie, Frank, and Howdy!

TW: Threats, suicidal ideation, stalking, workplace harassment

Barnaby B. Beagle

It would take a lot for him to become full on obsessed with you

He’d act less like a boyfriend and more like an overprotective father

Barnaby wants you by his side 24/7, no matter what

If you don’t? Well get ready for a lot of a lot of passive aggressive comments about how he “just wants to protective” and how you’re being stuck up

He shrugs off any legitimate concern you have for the relationship, instead just laughing off all of your kvetching, as he calls it

Don’t forget that Barnaby is 8 feet tall

He’d never hurt you, no he’d never dream of it!

However

I can see him not so subtly reminding you how much larger he is compared to you, how he could easily overpower you if he wanted

Hopefully this keeps you in line

As long as you’re on his good side, he’s a great guy! Always laughing and joking with you, doing everything in his power to make sure you are entertained and won’t leave him

Eddie Dear

Oh he’s just so smitten!

Definitely a love at first sight type of guy

Stumbles over all his words when talking to you, you just make him so nervous!

He respects your personal space, after all he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable!

However he doesn’t really understand the concept of emotional space

Eddie will inject himself into any and every activity you get yourself in to

Talking to Frank? Eddie’s there! Relaxing under a tree? Eddie’s there! Sleeping in the privacy in your own home? Eddie’s there.

He’ll send you anonymous love letters, but it’s really obvious who sent them

Because when he gives the letter to you he says things that make it blatant that it was him

“Oh this guy really seems to like you!” “I haven’t even opened the letter yet...” “O-oh uhm... uh... I went through your mail?”

Terrible at lying

Overall a pretty harmless yandere, just wants your love and attention, even through rather creepy means

Frank Frankly

His yandere tendencies will only show after you two have been dating for a while

He’ll whisper things here and there, about how your friends can’t be trusted

Barnaby is annoying. Sally is arrogant. Wally is creepy. Poppy is uptight. Etc.

No one is good enough for your attention, for your love

Even Frank battles with the idea that he isn’t good enough for you

You’ll have to spend many late night assuring him that, yes, he is good enough and that, yes, you do really love him

If you ever try to leave, or do anything that doesn’t involve him, he’ll guilt trip you until you stayed

You’re right, Frank is worthless and unworthy of love, you should just go ahead and leave him

If you call his bluff, and you continue to have relationships with others besides him. Or worse, break up with him, he’ll go mad

At first it’s trying to use logic to get you to stay. Then he get’s angry, yelling and throwing things in your direction and threatening to hurt himself. Lastly he’ll collapse to the floor, crying and sobbing until you decide to stay with him again, even for just a bit longer

He’ll repeat this cycle for as long as needed

Howdy Pillar

It starts out as a small crush, then it snowballs into something much, much more sinister

You know how Barnaby pays for his hotdogs with jokes?

Well for you, you’ll have to do increasingly more and more elaborate things

Howdy does this purely to enjoy your company, even if for just a few minutes longer

It may even get sexual, assuming you two are already in a relationship

He gives you, and only you, ridiculous discounts on items

Things in the store that you wanted that weren’t in the store are suddenly there now

Even things that you don’t remember telling anyone else that you wanted

He may even hire you as his assistant in his store, so he can rest easy knowing he’s with you most of the day

Soon, it won’t be enough. Howdy wants you around him constantly now. You’re too perfect to only see for a few hours a day

He’ll coerce you into a relationship with him if you two aren’t dating

If you refuse?

Well, you don’t want to know what Eddie will resort to if you do that

#welcome home #howdy pillar #frank frankly #eddie dear #barnaby b beagle #yandere #yandere headcanons #welcome home x reader #yandere howdy pillar #yandere frank frankly #yandere eddie dear #yandere barnaby b beagle #yandere welcome home #frank frankly x reader #eddie dear x reader #howdy pillar x reader #barnaby b beagle x reader

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dragonflavoredcake · 2 years

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In Defense of Beauty and the Beast

It makes me mad to still see people talking about how Beauty and the Beast is about Stockholm Syndrome.

No. Just no. The story doesn't line up with Stockholm Syndrome. Belle does not fall for Adam (aka the Beast) while he's still being horrible to her. Early example:

She does not give him an INCH. He's bellowing and demanding she come to dinner or starve, and she stands her ground. Most people would give in. Belle is not most people. She will not be forced to do anything she doesn't want to, and if you try, you're gonna end up facedown in the mud.

She only starts being nice to Adam after he risks and nearly sacrifices his life to save hers. They had the option to completely split and forget about each other after the West Wing scene (and may I say Belle is hella manipulative in tricking Cogsworth and Lumiere to head off without her, she would be a terrifying villain). Adam could've let Belle vanish into the night, but he didn't. Belle could've left Adam to die in the snow and gone back to her father, but she didn't.

This is a major turning point in their relationship, but even then, she isn't nice when he's mean. When he yells at her while she's patching him up, she yells right back, and he can't even argue that the whole issue started because of his refusal to control his temper.

Since it's Disney, they fall in love over the course of a song.

Early movie Adam would never try to feed the birds. It's not a completely 180, he still gets frustrated when the birds won't fly into his hands, but Belle helps him out and helps him get that one bird to eat from his hands before he's covered in them. Belle watches from behind a tree for a part of this. Adam doesn't realize she's watching him, but he still entertains the birds. He doesn't become uninterested or shoo them away when he thinks she's not watching.

Belle throws a snowball and starts a snowball fight. Again, early movie Adam would never. Midmovie Adam joins in enthusiastically.

(Perhaps a little too enthusiastically, if that giant snowball is anything to go by.)

And can we talk about this little scene?

They're having porridge, Belle is eating it with a spoon like a proper French lady, and Adam is basically eating like a dog. Belle averts her eyes because awkward, and Adam sees her reaction and picks up his own spoon. A spoon that's much too small for his giant paws. A spoon he's visibly uncomfortable picking up. He can't effectively eat with it, and he looks absolutely ridiculous, but he tries.

And Belle sees him trying, so she finds a middle ground: drinking the porridge. No need for silverware, but still more suitable for polite society than eating like a dog.

Again, Adam is making a genuine effort for unselfish reasons, and that is when Belle really warms up to him. They spend the whole of Something There becoming friends and then falling in love.

Tale as Old as Time is the big romantic number, and you know what? Belle leads most of it. The dance was her idea; Adam agreed and arranged for it to happen. She comes down the staircase first, and Adam has to meet her where she stands.

They eat dinner beforehand (where Adam successfully uses a spoon!), and Belle's the one who pulls Adam to the dance floor. Yes, she's in following position, but she's guiding him, placing his hands as they get into position. When Adam gets over his nerves and is ready to take the lead, she lets him.

There's the thing about ballroom dance: you can't dance with an unwilling partner. You also can't dance with a control freak. If I'm in lead position, I have to trust that my partner will understand what I want them to do and execute it well. If I'm in following position, I have to trust that my partner will correctly signal what moves they want and won't try to make me do anything that makes me uncomfortable. There's no micromanaging in dance—if you try to control someone else's movement, you're going to completely ruin both their part of the dance and yours.

All this makes the big emotional moment hurt: when Adam lets Belle go. This is also where the Stockholm Syndrome theory entirely shatters: everything leading up to this point has involved Adam completely relinquishing what little control he had over Belle and losing the drive to demand that control. He respects her and doesn't want to control her. When she passes through the castle gates, she leaves Adam's influence entirely.

Adam really doesn't leave the castle. He never really expects Belle to come back. He lets her go because Maurice is important to Belle, and he can't find it in him anymore to force her to stay. It's hardly even a question of whether to let her go, even though it's such a searing loss that he won't even defend himself or give order to defend the castle from Gaston's army.

He won't even defend himself against Gaston until he sees Belle down in the courtyard. As he's lying there, dying, he expresses shock that Belle came back. And it's THEN that we get the magic "I love you."

That's also why the end isn't completely cheap. No, I don't really like Adam's human design, I think it's a little too symmetrical and "perfect" (especially in the "big reveal" turnaround shot), but the whole "stare into his eyes" shot is meant to establish that Belle can tell that he's the same person she saw grow from a selfish brat into a respectful and selfless man. If he'd just been some handsome rando or a reset to pre-curse Adam, she wouldn't have kissed him.

When the transformation first happens, she's scared. She backs away because she doesn't recognize him. She reaches out to him, but draws her hand back because she doesn't know if that's her Adam. But then . . .

"It is you!"

That's the line that seals it. Belle wants the Adam she fell in love with, the Adam who struggled with spoons, the Adam who gave her a library, the Adam who worked to improve himself and let her take the lead.

She completely left his sphere of influence and came back on her own. If Belle didn't love Adam, she could've let Gaston's army kill him. If Adam didn't love Belle, he wouldn't have agreed so quickly to let her go care for Maurice when it clearly hurt him so much.

Belle doesn't love Adam because she was manipulated or because he turned handsome. She loves him because he grew into a better person who was her perfect partner and complement.

I will now get off my soapbox

#beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast 1991 #belle #adam #prince adam #gaston #maurice #disney #walt disney animation #my thoughts #short essays #my essays

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c-sket · 5 months

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aya ( mad father ) id pack

names : doll( ie / y / ette ) , bow( ie / y / ine ) , pendant , lapis , love( tte / sse ) , ignorancia , belief , pure , purité , snowball , neige , muñeca , belle / beau , linda , coleur , diseño

pronouns : doll / dolls , bow / bows , ribbon / ribbons , che / cher , cher / chers , cuff / cuffs , deli / delicate , delicate / delicates , admire / admires , ki / kind , kind / kinds , lo / love , love / loves , che / cherish , chainsaw / chainsaws , ignore / ignorance , innocent / innocents , pure / pures

requested by 2 anons :3

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 11 months

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trips and falls flat on my face BABY HOWL SIBLINGS MY BELOVEDDDDSFDD TEEHEHE))

''Hi guys! Do you think I can come with you? I heard from your big bro that you two are very skilled in snow sports. Where I come from there's no snow at all so I'm very unfamiliar with these kinds of winter activities. I would love to see and participate a bit in them if you don't mind!'' (but bear with me, I'll be a disaster.)

(Turns to the little sister.) ''As much as you're adorable now, I'm sure you will grow up to be a beautiful, powerful wolf beastwoman. Maybe even stronger and taller than your big bro, who knows? Teehe.''

NRC Family Day was originally conceived as a blog event to celebrate Mother/Father's Day, which usually takes place in late spring to early summer! But just for this interaction, let's pretend Family Day's in winter ;p

I made Jack's brother kind of a jerk because Jack describes him as someone who always mouths off to him 😅 whereas I wrote his sister as more of a sympathetic girl that's frustrated with her brothers leaving her out because of her youth. Again, tried to work with what little canon we have to write them!

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

WHUMP!!

In your mad dash to nonchalantly approach the two young Howl siblings, you slipped on the ice that coated the street and fell forward, faceplanting in snow. Concern shouts and frantic footsteps followed, the children approaching.

"Are you okay?" Jack’s sister asked. Her voice was close—she was likely crouched down to check on you.

“Of course they aren’t,” his brother grumbled. He was more distant—standing. “Humans don’t have fur like we do. They’re probably freezing their butt off.”

“No, I’m better than okay! I’m great,” you insisted, lifting your snow-encrusted face from the ground. In spite of the unceremonious fall, your eyes were sparkling, your entire face warm with enthusiasm. "Actually, you think I can come with you guys? I heard from your big bro that you two are very skilled in snow sports. Where I come from there's no snow at all so I'm very unfamiliar with these kinds of winter activities. I would love to see and participate a bit in them if you don't mind--but bear with me, I'll be a disaster."

The Howls exchanged confused looks with one another.

"There's really such a thing as places that never have snow...?" the sister wondered, her nose crinkling. You saw bits of Jack in that expression--the fluff to her brows when they pushed together, resulting in appearing unintentionally fierce. "You're built different."

"Well, they handled a face full of snow just fine, so what the heck--let's let'm join us," the brother sighed. "We could do with the extra manpower."

"Yay!" You cheered, springing to your feet. "What's the game, captain?"

"Snowball fight. You ever heard of it?" Jack’s brother pointed to the imprint you had left on the ground. "Make balls with snow, then chuck it at your enemies. It's as simple as that."

"Enemies? You make it sound like a blood sport," you joked.

"It's serious business!! Only the manliest of men rise victorious,” the wolf boy insisted. “Today’s the day we’re finally gonna beat Jack aniki!!”

"He's being competitive again," Jack's sister said with a roll of her eyes. "He always is!"

"Maybe I wouldn't have to be if you did your part," he grumbled back, bending to pack together some snow.

Her fur bristled with annoyance. She stomped her foot and pouted, crossing her arms. "I've been helping!! But if you run off, how am I supposed to know where you went? You don't even wait for me."

Your ears piqued. “Hey now, it's not cool for your brother to do that to you.”

You knelt to meet the girl at her level, resting a hand upon her head. Her hair was softer than freshly fallen snow, and stuck up from between your fingers. Through damp eyes, she stared up at you curiously.

''As much as you're adorable now, I'm sure you will grow up to be a beautiful, powerful wolf beastwoman! Maybe even stronger and taller than your big bro, who knows?” You grinned impishly, tone warm and reassuring. "Then you can show both of your brothers what for!"

“E-Eh, you think so?” The girl’s face heated, her wolf ears flattening shyly.

“Yeah, for real!” You nudged her on the arm, then offered your hand. “Come on, let’s show your big bros what you’re made of.”

Jack’s sister perked a bit at your offer, slipping her hand into your own. Her tail, too, stood up, wagging happily in spite of her stoicism.

“Th-Thanks,” she started to mutter—then stopped, her muscles stiffening. Her brother, too, had gone quiet and still, a half-formed snowball in his palms.

Every strand of fur and hair on them stood on end, as if frozen in place by the frigid weather. Their ears twitched, sensing something shuffling closer and closer.

Suddenly, the Howl siblings violently tore away. Jack’s sister broke her hold on you as she barreled into a nearby bush, the brother abandoning his snowballs join her.

“G-Guys?! Where are you go…”

SPLAT!!

Something cold and wet collided with your face. Ice. White. They exploded across your vision, caking your lashes in a healthy layer of snow.

The force of the hit sent you stumbling back, your bottom meeting the frosted road. Pieces of the blue-grey sky above peered through the snow nestled upon your skin.

Your arms blindly extended before you, wildly grasping for the world, for something tangible. You found solace in the snow pooling around you, letting your fingers sink deeply into it.

Footsteps came, heavy like a blizzard but as brisk as a winter chill. Definitely not the same footsteps of the far smaller Howl siblings.

There was a huff, and a puff, and a voice low and gruff hit you. Not breathy from exhaustion, but with concern. You automatically recognized who it was.

"Oi, you good? Didn't mean for that snowball to hit you like that, sorry," Jack apologized--a little blunt, perhaps, but entirely earnest. "I was aiming for my kid sister, and... uh, looks like you got caught in the crossfire."

You spat out a chunk of ice in response.

Through a crack in your mask of snow, you could make out Jack flinching, guilt in his golden eyes. He was usually so tough and standoffish--now he resembled little more than a puppy whimpering after being chided for having an accident on the rug. A rare moment of vulnerability for him.

"Do you need to see Professor Crewel?" Jack asked, kneeling before you. With one hand, he wiped snow off of you, and, little by little, your vision was restored.

“Oh, thanks.” You smiled sweetly at him. “I’ve got a good look at you now.”

"Wha..."

SPLAT, SPLAT!

Fisting as much snow as you could in both hands, you threw your clumsily crafted snowballs at Jack. He fell back in an effort to avoid them—but he was too close, and caught off guard. His face caught the projectiles, turning the same fuzzy, silvery white as his hair.

Blink, blink.

His golden gaze shone through the snow, staring into the depths of your soul. Wide, and vaguely amused.

"Did you just...?!"

SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT!!

Jack yelped and buckled forward, pelted by a barrage of snowballs from behind. In the confusion, you sprung up, scrambling off the main street and ducking behind a tree trunk. Protected from the incoming fire, you dared to peer back at the chaotic scene.

Jack had gone from wolf to abominable snowman, covered head-to-toe in snow like a new coat of fur. He directed a glare and a growl over his shoulder. The Howl siblings had emerged from their hiding place, excitedly squealing as they high-fived each other.

"Hah! Did you see that? We totally got you!" his brother jeered smugly. "Good going, decoy!"

"Grrrr..."

Jack expertly shook off the cold like a dog drying itself of rainwater. He was left with clumps of wet hair and fur sticking up and out. His grumpy frown was indignant, like that of a pet forcibly bathed--and one that had struggled every step of the way.

You giggled at the thought. When Jack whipped his head in your direction, you were quick to conceal your mouth behind a hand, hoping he hadn't seen.

"That's how it's gonna be, huh... Alright,. I'll take you all on, 3 on 1!" Jack declared with a rebellious grin. "It's time to get serious."

Crouching, he scooped up massive mounds of snow in both arms, roughly shaping them into one massive sphere. Jack easily lifted the giant snowball over his head, casting a foreboding shadow over him--and you and the Howl siblings alike.

"H-Hold on a second," you clumsily stammered, "isn't that going kinda overboard...?!"

"Eeek, run awayyy!" Jack sister squeaked, hurriedly tugging on your arm. (His brother was already making a break for it.)

A visibly sinister glint dancing now danced in Jack's eyes. Something there that wasn't there before. His laughter rumbled softly, warning of a coming storm.

"Ready or not, here comes the big, bad wolf!"

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #Jack Howl x Reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #NRC Family Day #Jack Howl #Reader #self insert #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines

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toxinellebug · 5 months

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Shadybug/ClawNoir Christmas PART 2

— In keeping with the Holiday spirt, Claw Noir’s nickname for Shady of “cockroach” shall be temporarily replaced with “Humbug”.

(Oh c’mon, that’s brilliant and you know it!!!)—

Bounding after Father Christmas on all fours to close the distance, Claw Noir eventually uses his stick to propel himself upward and board the flying sleigh, shredding the mountain of gifts that is in his way with his claws, and getting reprimanded by the old man who informs him that if he continues to be a Naughty Boy then he won’t get any presents for christmas!

-To which Claw Noir quips that he doesn’t know which is creepier; being called a “naughty boy” by an old man, or the fact that some pervert is actually trying to bribe him. Does he drive a windowless van full of candy past playgrounds on the weekends??

Before Father Christmas can get properly offended by such accusatory allegations, the outline of a butterfly appears on his face, his eyes widen, and he steers the sleigh a hard left, the action causing Claw Noir to fall over but catch himself by grabbing onto the side edge of the sleigh just in time to watch a red and black polka-dotted missile soar past, missing the sleigh by mere inches before disappearing into the horizon.

Looking in the direction from which it was fired, he yells at Humbug for almost hitting him, to which she merely rolls her eyes because Oh, wouldn’t THAT just be a shame?

Shady takes aim and is preparing to fire yet again when she is pelted with a snowball, throwing off her shot…It’s Betterfly, pleading with her to stop this madness! Tonight of all nights should be one of Peace on Earth!

Shadybug would rather see HIM in pieces! Calling up another Lucky Charm, she summons up a vicious red and black polka-dotted Bastard Sword and charges at the Butterfly man, intent on cutting him in half.

Betterfly uses both hands to parry with his cane. He seems to be retreating backwards as she advances forwards in a counter riposte, but he stops for an attack on pass, again he tries to reason with her; whatever it is that is causing her so much pain and grief, hurting the people of this city will not bring her comfort.

But he doesn’t know ANYTHING about her, so he should just shut up and FIGHT! Or better yet, hand over his Miraculous!

Meanwhile Ella and Etta, who we’re SUPPOSED to be in bed two hours ago, burst into the living room to tell their sisters and father that they saw a flying sleigh outside their window!

Alya rushes to the twin’s room, phone in hand, eager to snap a pic.

Nora insists is packing away the leftover Coquilles St. Jacques and lacquered collards and asks if that is some new cartoon?

The girls insist that it’s not a cartoon! It’s real! They SAW IT! The sleigh was pulled by flying reindeer!

Mr. Césaire is lighting several candles in glasses and informs the girls that is not possible, reindeer don’t fly, they should know better.

The girls still insist that they saw it! It was like magic! But their father tells them that there is no such thing as Magic, and Nora chimes in that if a sleigh was going to fly, it would be pulled by geese or something… To which her father heavily sighs and informs her that is equally impossible.

Alya rushes to her own room, only putting on boots and a coat before climbing out her window to try and take the fire escape to the roof: there is SOMETHING going on tonight and she’s going to get proof!

Claw Noir has managed to pull himself back up onto the sleigh, just as they are approaching the Place de la Concorde, and the Christmas tree standing at an impressive 36 meters (that’s like, 118 feet!) he’s had enough of this Jolly old elf, and he cataclysms

the harness connecting the reindeer to the sleigh and jumps out as the Reindeer fly off, untethered.

But instead of the sleigh crashing into the tree as he’d hoped, it careens past and crashes into the top floor of the Le Grand Paris Hotel.

Everyone is in the Grand Ballroom, Enjoying the Bourgeois’ Christmas Gala. Due to the live Orchestra music and all the talking, no one hears the crash and the impact does little more that shake the chandeliers.

Chloe notices though, since rather than enjoying the party, she was pouting over the absence of her Adrikins.

Wondering what ELSE could possibly go wrong and make her night even worse, she marches towards the stairs in a huff, scowling but never taking her eyes off the shaking chandelier, determined to find someone she can blame and vent her anger out on- As such, she doesn’t watch where she is going, and when she bumps into pop sensation XY, disaster ensues!

“You’ve got to be kitten me!” Claw Noir snarls in disbelief as the fat man in the red suit uses his ginormous velvet sack to parachute safely to the ground. He is unharmed, and the Christmas tree untouched.

Father Christmas clicks his tongue in disapproval as he sees all the stolen wreaths that have been mangled and piled under the tree. What a pity! So many people put their hearts and wishes for good cheer into those wreaths. Why would anyone do such a thing? Luckily, he knows just what to do!

With a jolly laugh, he pulls a mitten full of sparkly dust from his sack and blows it to swirl overs the wreckage of wreaths… transforming each one into a wrapped gift box.

Now it looks like a proper tree!

Claw Noir demands to know what the fat man thinks he’s doing?!

Father Christmas tells him that so many people have forgotten that this is the season of Giving! All he wants is to spread a little Christmas cheer! After all, no matter how bad things get, seeing the smiles of others as they open gifts on Christmas morning is sure to bring warmth to your heart!

Gross, Claw Noir is going to yak up a hairball if he has to listen to anymore of this nauseating speech!

Just because he doesn’t have kindling anymore to torch the tree doesn’t mean he can’t still reduce it to ASH!

Calling force his Cataclysm, he charges toward the tree, claws outstretched-

STOP!

Father Christmas throws himself in Claw Noir’s path, taking the Cataclysm unto himself!

Betterfly can sense the intense pain and agony, and his eyes widen in horror…

Claw Noir has just done the unthinkable!

No….

(TO BE CONTINUED AFTER I FINISH BAKING COOKIES!)

PART 1

PART 3

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the-lonelybarricade · 2 years

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If you're taking prompts. How about Rhys teaching Nyx how to be a proper ruler or to harness his powers? 😊

Thank you for the prompt lovely!! I hope you enjoy this little scene I whipped up during my lunch break!

Rhys Week - Day 2: High King

“As High King, I sentence you with treason against the crown.”

“Treason?” Cassian balked. “That's hardly—”

“Silence,” Nyx roared, fury glinting in his deep blue eyes. He raised his fists into the air. “Any last words?”

A smirk twitched at the corner of Cassian’s lips. “Behind you.”

Nyx turned, just in time to be met with the snowball hurtling through the air. He stumbled backwards as it smashed against his face, appearing momentarily stunned as the ice crystals fluttered away from his chin.

Two deep sets of laughter rumbled through the air, one from Cassian behind the boy and the other from Azriel, who watched in amusement as Nyx shook off the excess snow.

Rhysand could track the very moment the fun transcended into something darker. Nyx wiped his hand across his face, discarding more than just the layer of snow. Something shifted in his eyes as he surveyed his howling uncles. A look that offered enough warning for Rhysand to throw a shield around his brothers, around the cottage, around Nyx himself.

Every snow-built fortress and soldier exploded into a mist of frost, eviscerating their hours of work, along with Azriel and Cassian’s laughter.

The world went so still for a moment.

Nyx stood at its center, marveling the carnage. Azriel and Cassian watched him warily, faltering somewhere between protecting their nephew and protecting themselves.

Snow crunched underfoot as Rhysand stood from his now demolished cover. He was the first to brave that heart wrenching realization dawning on Nyx’s face.

“Nyx,” Rhysand said softly, crouching before his son.

Tears glistened in his eyes, and he aimed them anywhere but his father’s face.

“I’m sorry,” he sniffed.

“Talk me through what happened.”

His bottom lip began quivering. “I got mad.”

“And then what?” Rhys prompted.

Nyx glanced around at the empty field of snow and let out a wet sob. “Then it all exploded.”

“On the outside, yes,” Rhys murmured. He pressed a hand to his son’s chest. “But you felt it in here first, didn’t you? Felt your magic building up?”

“It happened so quickly,” he said, eyes wide with a fear that Rhys felt like a knife in the gut. “I didn’t—” he sucked in a harsh breath . “I didn’t mean to—”

“Come here,” Rhys murmured, pulling his son against his chest. Nyx stuffed his face into his father’s shoulder, and like a blockage in a stream being cleared away, the tears began flowing in earnest. Rhysand rocked him gently, giving him a moment to release all that emotion before he gently prompted, “Did you know that sometimes, I’m afraid of my power, too?”

His small voice was muffled against Rhysand’s tunic. “...You are?”

“And so is your mother.” Rhys soothed a hand over Nyx’s long, dark scruff of hair. He had been growing it out to be more like his uncle Cassian. “And mistakes like this, they are all a part of learning. They remind us why it’s so important to learn control. So that the next time your magic builds up, you can manage it safely.”

Nyx pulled away, tears still shimmering among the constellations in his eyes.

“Remember your lessons?” A tendril of night drifted from Rhysand’s palm, snaking around Nyx’s shoulders. It nudged him affectionately against the cheek. “What’s an example of a safe way to release magic?”

Nyx held out his hand, and that same star-kissed power released from his palm, lifting into the air to twine playfully with Rhysand’s. His heart tugged at the sight.

“You know how it feels now, when your magic needs to be drained. You’ll get better at recognizing it, but now you have an idea of your threshold—and what happens if you go beyond it.” Nyx nodded, absently feeling at his chest. Rhys knew the phantom ache he felt there all too well. “What do you do the next time you feel it building?”

“I release it,” Nyx said, with newfound determination. “So that no one gets hurt.”

Rhys smiled proudly. “That’s right. Now, what do you need to go say to your uncles?”

With a closed fist, Nyx hastily wiped away the remaining tears from his cheeks before marching over to where Azriel and Cassian stood, watching with poorly hidden concern.

Shoulders set with an earnesty that was entirely Feyre’s doing, Nyx met each of his uncles in the eyes and said sincerely, “I’m sorry for losing control of my magic.”

“Hey, we’re all okay, aren’t we?” Cassian said warmly, clapping an affectionate hand onto Nyx’s shoulder.

And what else, Nyx? Rhys prompted silently. What else do you have to say to your uncles?

He had circled around, so that he could see the sparkle in his son’s eyes, the mischievous tilt to his lips that felt almost like looking in a mirror.

“One other thing,” Nyx said to them, sounding much more elevated now that he could see the way Rhysand knelt to the ground and plunged his hand into the cold snow.

Nyx couldn’t help laughing as he said, “Behind you.”

#Rhysweek2022 #Rhysand #Cassian #Azriel #Nyx #Batboy fluff #THE FLUFFIEST #Rhys being a good dad #Feysand #Feysand fic

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A lazy ahh summary of every major Monday Dusk Monolith x Battle For Corrupted Island character ever

(This crossover's pretty much a BFB AU and a FNF AU at the same time)

MDM!Loser: An archangel whose wings are unsymmetrical as well as a pure, golden circular halo. He is worshipped as a savior by many.

MDM!Blocky: He's a survivor who was a former prankster. His goal is to search for his missing friends, MDM!Pen, MDM!Eraser and MDM!Snowball. He also has a scaly wing on his back.

MDM!Woody: He's a survivor full of incomprehensible anxiety. He doesn't use the wings on his legs for flying, though. He's afraid of heights.

MDM!Taco: Her Monolithan self appears to be far more different than how Woody interpreted her in one of his nightmares.

MDM!9-Ball: She's lost an eye because of the fact that a Monolithan impaled her in the left eyeball once.

MDM!Spongy: He's not only a pilot, he's also a heavy weapon specialist and a mechanic!

MDM!Flower: A Monolithan who was once a captured survivor who got infected by MDM!Four along with MDM!Taco and MDM!Firey. SHE BECAME THE THING SHE SWORE SHE FEARED.

MDM!Firey: He's a Monolithan who appears to be MDM!Firey Jr's missing big brother. He is also capable of transforming into his blue flame form whenever there's a harder situation for him to comprehend. One of his arms and legs is covered with obsidian.

MDM!CRT: hell yeah she's back from the dead

MDM!Camera: That's just Camera with a band-aid on the cracked part of their lens, I did not do much on their design.

MDM!Leafy: While she was infected, she was also merged with MDM!Evil Leafy, therefore making her more hostile.

MDM!Balloony: He's MDM!David's caretaker and restrainer. He also acts like a father figure to MDM!Rocky.

MDM!David: He's a victim who's capable of becoming 3x bigger than his usual Monolithan size while being outraged.

MDM!Bubble: She left MDM!Pencil because she had a serious conflict with her. As she's lost all of her sanity, she's already turned to a Monolithan who has 4 tails that are also tentacles. She ate a Yoyleberry to prevent herself from popping too easily.

MDM!Pencil: An alliance leader who regrets her life choices mainly because of causing MDM!Bubble's spiteful betrayal.

MDM!Match: She suggests MDM!Pencil to have a second chance to redeem herself so that she doesn't descend to madness.

MDM!Lollipop: She's an assassin who uses a gun. When she found out that MDM!Dora was drastically changed due to her mutations, she was horrified.

MDM!Ruby: She performs exorcism.... but not in a holy way like usual. She exorcises Monolithans by irritating them with Music, their major weakness. expect her to play two trucks on her radio lol

MDM!Teardrop: A survivor who has her infected features resembling that of a shark. She's an expert at sniping.

MDM!Gelatin: He's a survivor who's searching for MDM!Flower, a missing friend of his. No one really knows what do his infected features resemble, though.

MDM!Fanny: A Monolithan who resembles a Harpy, specifically related to a hawk. Since all her memories are gone, she forgot MDM!Pillow was a friend of hers.

MDM!Tree: A remnant survivor that can transform into a huge treant when he's truly at his breaking point. His treant form is also known as his overgrowth phase. He will revert back to regular size if he's calmed down. OH GOOD GRIEF, HE'S RIPPED-

MDM!Black Hole: Although he's powerful, he doesn't want to participate in the frequent wars that his allies have against the Monolithans.... because the reason is obvious.

MDM!Marker: The same self he's meant to be, but now with "More Anxiety"™ /j

MDM!Lightning: Although he's a saved victim, he actually left the "pact" he was once a part of. Therefore, he's also a loner.

MDM!Stapy: MDM!Foldy abandoned him after she found out he befriended MDM!Liy.

MDM!Firey Jr: A former friend of MDM!Bomby. After finding out the reason behind his big brother's disappearance, he was stricken by grief. He draws pictures of him along with his brother as a method to cope with that tragedy.

MDM!Pie: A survivor who claims that she's the best at preventing death. Her weapons are dual knives that can be attached on one another. She's also relied as a hunger source, but she prefers to have less of her insides eaten up or else she'd have a chance to explode.

MDM!Remote: A robot who also wants to be treated as a real person and not just a tool. Unlike her past self, she's way more matured than ever.

MDM!Liy: A survivor who's trying to cope with her murderous past. Whenever she's having a mental breakdown, MDM!Tree restrains her so that she calms down.

MDM!Golf Ball: A team leader who regrets her life choices after arguing with MDM!8-Ball right to the point she forgot MDM!Puffball was painfully transforming into a Monolithan. MDM!Gelatin thinks she had a divorce with MDM!Tennis Ball since he doesn't see them work together often. Ironically, both of them were in a platonic relationship until they broke up. They weren't in a romantic relationship.

MDM!Tennis Ball: He's an inventor who doesn't really work together with his partner that much anymore ever since MDM!Fries' disappearance. Since he's full of mood swings because of the apocalypse, he's not bubbly and clumsy anymore. He's hoping that MDM!Golf Ball would repent for her mistakes.

MDM!8-Ball: He's a survivor who lost his loved ones because of the apocalypse. He's lost his wife, MDM!Basketball because of her being brainwashed by MDM!Puffball's dreadful singing and his adoptive son, MDM!Grassy because of the infection. Those events caused his hatred of the Monolith to grow.

MDM!Pen: He's a remnant Monolithan who began boiling the chaos for the team he was once in. Sickened with MDM!Golf Ball's attitude, he left his team and proceeded to become a remnant out of spite.

MDM!Eraser: He's a remnant Monolithan who was the first to leave his team behind because of MDM!Pen capturing him, then infecting him afterward. Unlike MDM!Pen, he's slightly more naive than him.

MDM!TV: He's very trustworthy to MDM!Golf Ball and MDM!Tennis Ball, but he seems to toy around with his trust towards MDM!Bracelety, MDM!8-Ball and MDM!Roboty. Despite this, he doesn't like it when there's an argument going on in his team. He got his screen cracked because of MDM!Puffball's tantrum.

MDM!Bracelety: She's a survivor who idolizes MDM!Ice Cube. Even though MDM!Fries left the team, she also felt bad for him due to the fact he's been captured and infected even though he dislikes her.

MDM!Roboty: He's a robot who had enough with MDM!TV's "trust". Sickened with MDM!TV's presence, he's mainly happy whenever he's not here. He has a translator strapped on his chest so that he can provide messages, warnings, etc..

MDM!Puffball: She's a Monolithan who was the second to leave her team because of the infectious wound on her head being left untreated. As she fully transformed, she roared, she angrily bashed the hell out of her other team members and she dragged MDM!Fries away from his team members so that MDM!Pen can infect him in return. Other than roaring, she can even express her emotions by howling and growling too. She can't speak, however. If she sings her dreadful song, you might want to cover your ears since she's capable of brainwashing. She still knows how to change her size.

MDM!Fries: He's a remnant Monolithan who was the last to leave his team because of him getting infected via MDM!Pen's tail. He's already lost his hope of being saved by someone, then he accepts his fate. Saddened with MDM!Puffball losing all her memories via the infection, he decided to build up his trust with her Monolithan self to comprehend the trauma he had. Beware, his bite is venomous....

MDM!Dora: After she sacrificed some of her sanity to save MDM!Book's life while she was attacked by MDM!Pen, her appearance seems to have changed a lot. She wears a control mask to restrain herself so that she doesn't even go rampant. Whenever it's time for her daily island consumption, she takes off her control mask temporarily.

MDM!Book: She's a survivor who's good at being a mercenary for teamfights. Whenever there's no war going on, she's MDM!Dora's caretaker and restrainer. She's the one who gave MDM!Dora her own control mask.

MDM!Pillow: She's a delusional and insane scientist who actually did make a cure for her infected teammates, but not the rest of them. MDM!Dora got infected later unlike MDM!Nickel, MDM!Naily, MDM!Lightning Cherry, MDM!Bomby and MDM!Price Tag. MDM!Pillow is also partially a cat and has nine lives as well. There's not much recovery needed if she dies!

MDM!Cake: A guardian angel, whose wings are on his eyelashes and legs as well as having a feathered tail. He really admires MDM!Loser.

MDM!Nickel: He left from the place he once lived in because of the tragic losses of many of his friends that happened here. Overwraught with the losses of his friends, he then psychotically felt like deceiving MDM!Springy by pretending to trust him. After MDM!Springy gets mauled by MDM!Nickel's fallen allies, MDM!Springy dies by getting bitten in half by MDM!Floor, causing his heart to stop beating. Note that in this AU, III 18 and 19 didn't truly happen as this takes place in a far more gruesome future.

MDM!Price Tag: They're a survivor who resembles and tends to behave like a bug. Whenever they're scared, they scream like a cicada. They're secretly envious.

MDM!Bomby: He's a survivor who is best friends with MDM!Naily. He doesn't really like it when MDM!Pillow treats him like a test subject in some experiments.

MDM!Naily: She's a survivor who has her infected features mostly resembling that of a cat. She even has nine lives as well.

MDM!Water Bottle: They're a survivor who is known for being relied as a water supply for their team. They're a friend of MDM! Lightning Cherry.

MDM!Lightning Cherry: They're a survivor who tends to be really hyperactive and playful. They're also slowly developing a bond with MDM!Marker.

MDM!Profily: They're a survivor who's concerned about what's going on in Goiky. They're MDM!Nonexisty's caretaker.

MDM!Clock: He's a priest who doesn't only worship MDM!Loser, but also MDM!Winner at the same time. Despite this, MDM!Winner refuses to reunite with MDM!Loser.

MDM!Winner: They're a fallen angel whose wings are black along with a monochrome halo. They can gaze at their world's flashbacks.

MDM!Yellow Face: He's a victim who's being restrained by his friend, MDM!Clock. He can't only control the urges to resist injuring a teammate of his but also his sentient tail's urges to bite. He mainly dreams about glaggleland when be sleeps.

MDM!Ice Cube: She's a survivor who has ears resembling that of a hare, but her ears also have mouths too. She tends to trim MDM!Rocky's crystal-covered body using her ears' fangs whenever the crystals on him are too long.

MDM!Cloudy: He's a victim who has his infected features resembling that of moth. Unlike his past self, he has mood swings.

MDM!Bottle: She's a survivor who is apparently also a delusional psychopath to MDM!Liy and MDM!Pin. Because of the fact she also causes mayhem, MDM!Black Hole doesn't really like it when she's around.

MDM!Rocky: He's a survivor who suffers from crystals growing all over his body. There was one time he saw MDM!Firey from the distance, thinking that he finally found him... but MDM!Firey isn't really himself right now. He was then rescued by MDM!Tennis Ball, who was concerned about his safety.

MDM!Birthday Cake: They're as gleeful as their past self, BUT THEY DON'T WANT TO SPARE YOU IF YOU'RE A PARTY POOPER.

MDM!Nonexisty: the infection ruined his fricking eyes

MDM!Coiny: He's a survivor who has his infected features partially resembling that of a sheep. There was one time where he got scarred by MDM!Needle instead of getting slapped. His left hand is made of liquid gold that can change shape and its state of matter as a defense mechanism.

MDM!Pin: She's a survivor who specializes at being a strategist. The Monolithan apocalypse going on in Goiky seems to be making her feel traumatized right to the point it reminded her of a zombie apocalypse she was once involved in. She doesn't want to lose MDM!Coiny in an event like this ever again.

MDM!Donut: A team leader who's actually MDM!Gelatin's adoptive older brother. He has a soft spot on MDM!X because they sometimes confess about their struggles to him in the apocalypse that's going on right now.

MDM!Needle: She's a Monolithan who appears to be impaled in the chest. I swear to god, she's still aware that she doesn't like being called "Needy". If you do call her like that, she'll actually scratch you.

MDM!Barf Bag: She's a victim who suffers from dizziness and sanity loss due to the infection. Since she's mentally unstable, MDM!Donut looks after her.

MDM!Saw: A survivor who wears a gas mask most of the time. She's also really concerned about her friends' sanity.

MDM!Gaty: She's a survivor who has a lot of empathy for MDM!Two. Whenever MDM!Two experiences serious injuries, she comes to aid them. That's why MDM!Two has bandages on.

MDM!Rusty Coin: He's a survivor who has a fear of being neglected. He's not really the type of person you would want to ask a hint from, he's not really that good at providing solutions. He usually stays together with his friends.

MDM!Steamy: She's a survivor who often accompanies MDM!Rusty Coin and MDM!Clip. Although she's cheerful, she might act stubborn and never follow orders.

MDM!Clip: He's a survivor who accompanies MDM!Rusty Coin along with MDM!Steamy. MDM!Naily, who is also frequent at making puns, is in good terms with him.

MDM!Basketball: A survivor who was brainwashed while trying to make an escape. After finding out MDM!Grassy was infected, she slowly stood back, before running away. While she was chased by some other Monolithans, she saw MDM!Puffball right in front of her. As MDM!Puffball knew she had a communication headset on, she instead decides to do her alternative brainwashing method no one actually knew about that she can do only once in a week. She brainwashes her by gazing at MDM!Basketball with her hypnotic, colorful and epileptic eyes that shift colors rapidly. As MDM!Grassy grasped MDM!Basketball's robotic arms, she couldn't manage to cover her petrified eyes. MDM!Basketball's eyes were in pain, as she becomes blinded by the inability to control herself.

MDM!Snowball: He's a Monolithan who resembles that of a Yeti. He mainly lurks in cold areas. If he's threatened, he can protrude icicles on his body as if it's his armor to defend himself.

MDM!Grassy: He's a Monolithan who resembles that of a grasshopper. If his "butterfly" friend flies by, that's a sign he's gonna jump to you and rip you apart.

MDM!Eggy: She's a priest who worships MDM!Loser. She strongly believes in god and divine intervention. Whenever she needs help, she asks MDM!Cake.

MDM!Foldy: A Monolithan who resembles a Harpy, specifically related to a falcon. Unhappy with her enemy befriending her best friend, she leaves him behind only to return..... with nothing left of her sanity.

MDM!Robot Flower: A robot who assumes she's a real person. She convinces MDM!Gelatin she's perfectly fine as if she's MDM!Flower way before she was infected, but MDM!Gelatin was confused because he's actually looking for the real one. Before the apocalypse even happened, MDM!Basketball finally downloaded all the data of S4 Flower's personality inside her.

MDM!Bell: Way before she was turned into a Monolithan, She was MDM!Basketball's sworn enemy. MDM!Basketball's brainwashed self eventually captured MDM!Bell to bring her to MDM!Four so that they can agonizingly impale her and infect her. The hand inside her isn't a real hand. It's actually a replicated hand via a mutation from the Monolith.

MDM!Grandfather Clock: Not much information has been retrieved about them. The only thing we know is that they're a Monolithan who had their real eyes blinded.

MDM!Metronome: Not much info about them either. The only thing we know about them is that they're a Monolithan who is apparently a friend of MDM!Grandfather Clock and their tail wags like a real metronome.

MDM!Portable Music Player: he recently had throat surgery? yikes.

MDM!Two: They're the one who rounded up the survivors in Goiky ever since the apocalypse began. They convinced MDM!X to not wander off, but MDM!X didn't want to listen to them.

MDM!X: They're a brainwashed survivor who wants to see MDM!Four again after being isolated. Whenever they want to go see MDM!Four, MDM!Two catches them because they said that MDM!Four isn't themself right now.

MDM!One & MDM!Three: They're conjoined Monolithans that also go by the name "Thirteen" despite not being that since the addition method is involved if two algebraliens fuse. There are rare instances where both of them truly fuse to become a red and blue-colored number 4.

MDM!Four: They're the first Monolithan to show up in Goiky. Their posture is mostly strained, but they didn't realize their back snapped. Instead of their zappies coming out of their hand, their zappies come out from their throat.

MDM!Five: They're the first survivor to introduce MDM!BF & MDM!GF to Goiky at the time both of them arrived here. Their weapon is a bat. Concerned about the apocalyptic state of their world right now, MDM!Five once asked MDM!BF about what a Monolithan's weakness is, then MDM!BF responded with music as a solution. After hearing the answer, MDM!Five tells MDM!Ruby about it, eventually making MDM!Ruby feel like performing an exorcism to the Monolithans that lurk here.

MDM!Six: A survivor who appears to have spikes protruding out of their eye and cheek, as well as two wings on their arm and one wing on their back. They're a frenemy of MDM!Nine.

MDM!Seven: A survivor who really, really dislikes MDM!Fourteen's presence mainly because they ate MDM!Five's skin, MDM!Ten's skin and their own skin as well.

MDM!Eight: They're the pontiff in a church where MDM!Loser, MDM!Winner and MDM!Cake usually reside their presence. Unlike MDM!Ruby, their exorcism method is mainly using a crucifix to banish demons.

MDM!Nine: A survivor who lost their right hand due to MDM!Four's rampage. Since they lost their right hand, they now wear a prosthetic arm. They didn't want anyone else to know that they're also impaled, so they covered the top of their body with a cloak.

MDM!Ten: Comapred to the other Algebralien survivors, they're the one who's gone through the most gruesome pain. Their legs have a lot of scars, their right eye is numb, a part of their body has torn skin as well as their hands tremble due to the skin of their hands being ripped apart by MDM!Fourteen.

MDM!Announcer: He returned to Earth as he saw a huge shockwave caused by the Monolith from a distant view in space. Little did he know, he knew that MDM!Four along with everyone else here would be in shambles. He has a mechanical hand that can blast out pulses.

MDM!Purple Face: He's a church attendant who appears to have a pair of wings on his back and another pair of wings covering his eyes. MDM!Yellow Face is his archenemy. His design is inspired by one of the lies he told in Post-Split BFB.

MDM!Fourteen: A rogue, cannibalistic Monolithan who has an addiction of eating people's skin. Although they're feisty, it's easy to lure them since they're gullible. They were chained by MDM!Fifteen.

MDM!Fifteen: They're a rogue survivor who lives in a shack in the swamp unlike their canon self. Their weapon is a flamethrower. They can sometimes be seen swimming in swamp water. Their method of incapacitating MDM!Fourteen is by burning them alive or by chaining them.

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