#nb cass

[attic-club-sandwich]

How they are Handling your Disappearance. Hello all, get ready for some more Nightbringer Angst! This is a little drabble (bullet point style) of how I think the "Present Day Demon Brothers" are handling your sudden disappearance. Honestly I hate thinking too deeply about NB, it brings me to tears. I can't even imagine the pain and anxiety the brothers are feeling without knowing where their beloved human went and why. Anyways, grab your tissues and I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are super appreciated!

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Part 2 : Side Characters

Part 3: MC Returns

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They’ll always remember the exact day and time you disappeared. It was their day off from RAD, and you had been in the Devildom since Solomon had brought you by for some training sessions. You practically begged the sorcerer to allow you to visit the House of Lamentation, and Solomon happily obliged. You really didn't have to convince him too much, though. The brothers were so happy and surprised to see you again so soon, and they had planned on taking you out for dinner that evening. Except you never showed. They spent hours searching for you. Those hours easily turned into days. Then the days turned into weeks. There was no trace of you left behind. Where did you go?

💙Lucifer💙

He’s terrified. He doesn’t know why or how you disappeared, but he feels responsible.

He spends every waking moment looking for signs of you. Trying to piece together what or who took you from him.

Knows he has to be strong for the rest of their brothers.

But when he can no longer feel your bond with you through the pact, he feels the unbearable weight of despair crack through his usual stoic demeanor. 

He cries. He hasn’t cried like this since their fall.

Lucifer hardly sleeps. His brothers notice the bags under his eyes. How he no longer cares what he looks like in front of them. 

He becomes distant again, shutting himself in his room or study. 

If you thought his hatred for Solomon was strong before, it’s infinitely worse now. 

He doesn’t know who else to blame, so the silver haired sorcerer becomes his reasoning for your disappearance. 

The eldest demon has his hands around Solomon’s throat, Mammon and Beel having to pull him off. 

“Lucifer are ya nuts?! We gotta have him alive if we have any hope in finding MC!” Mammon had scolded him as he became limp in Beel’s strong grip.

Solomon promised he’d bring you back.

He better not dare to show his face back here until you are with him, safe and sound. 

💛Mammon💛

The normally confident and self assured demon becomes silent. Angry. Afraid. 

 Aside from their initial searching for you, he doesn’t leave your room. 

He can’t feel your pact with him anymore, and it sends him spiraling. 

He buries himself into your pillows, inhaling your lingering scent.

It’s faint, but he takes what he can get

His eyes are puffy and red from crying, and he can’t stand sitting around doing nothing.

He goes out every night, flying over the Devildom, searching.

When he can’t, Mammon sends his familiars out searching for you too, exploring the areas that he can’t reach. 

The ravens are good at finding things, and if they can’t find you, then he’s screwed. 

Each time they come back with nothing. 

Occasionally, they bring him Grimm they’ve found or a valuable piece of treasure. 

But you’re the only treasure he gives a shit about right now. 

When he goes to retreat back to his room, he runs into Lucifer. 

He looks terrible. 

But Mammon can’t blame him. He probably noticed his swollen face and unwashed hair, too. 

He sends you texts every day. Even if you don’t get them. 

Normally he’d be grossed out by his own sappiness, but he doesn’t care. 

He needs you.

MC, wherever you are, just know I love you. So goddamn much. Please come back.

I miss you.

I hope you’re thinking of me, too. 

🧡Leviathan🧡

Leviathan always told you he wouldn’t know what he’d do without you. 

But he really didn’t want to really experience what life would be without you!

Is this some cruel joke?!

It’s got to be! One of his alternate universe video games went wrong again right?

Except it isn’t. You’re actually gone, and he actually has no idea what to do with himself. 

He cries. Alot. 

To mask his tears from his brothers, he spends a lot of time in his fish tank with Henry 2.0. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loves Henry, but he longs for you. His soulmate.

He sends Lotan to search the Devildom seas, far and wide. He had asked him to listen for any information of sightings of you. 

 But so far, there’s been nothing. No word. No trace of you.

He lays curled up in his bathtub, a laptop balanced on his lap as he watches anime to try and distract himself from you.

But oh no, is this your favorite episode?! He turns it off, shoving the laptop away and fresh tears falling down his cheeks. 

I’m so useless, he thinks. The Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, and I can’t even find a human!

Levi’s self depreciative behavior gets worse.

He blames himself for not being with you when you disappeared.

He begins picking at his skin and nails, an old, nervous habit resurfacing from back when he first fell into the Devildom. 

His brothers do what they can to reassure him, but it’s no use. 

He needs you. Please come back home soon, MC.

💚Satan💚

Satan’s temper tantrums are back.

He didn’t ever think he’d revert back to this, but now that you’re gone….

Accidentally lost his temper and in a wrath filled frenzy blew through the wall in the living room. Lucifer threatened to tie him up. 

Normally the prideful demon would have just done it, but something about his older brother was different nowadays.

He feels it too, he thought. The pacts are gone.

Spends sleepless nights in the library reading any book he can find about curses.

Did you become invisible? He had no other explanation.

Was it the work of some demon on the street who decided they didn’t like you that day?

He’s frustrated because he feels like he doesn’t know anything.

He knows nothing of your sudden disappearance

Like Mammon, he sends his cats out looking for you. Any sign of you. 

But they also bring back nothing but a dead mouse here and there. 

Normally he’d be delighted by their gift to him, but it’s lost its appeal.

When he’s worried about you, nothing else matters. 

Lucifer did allow him to keep a cat in the house though. 

Also uses his personal connections from all three realms to look for you. 

But it’s no use. 

When he’s not in the library, he’s shut away in his room. 

His brothers think for a moment that he’s disappeared as well, but they find him asleep on his bed, his cheeks tear stained and a book on his chest. 

Please come home, MC. I need you.

💖Asmodeus💖

Asmo’s love for you rivals the love he feels for himself. 

Now that you are gone, he feels he has no love left to give for anyone.

He feels empty. 

The Avatar of Lust takes pride in his appearance, always making sure he’s presentable and looking his best. 

But not knowing where you are and if you are safe or not is driving him mad. 

His brothers haven’t seen him this way in a long time. 

Asmo’s eyes are puffy and red, his cheeks and nose raw and swollen from the endless tears. 

He spends hours in the bath, thinking of anything he may have said or done to cause you to leave him like this. 

He takes up the habit of sleeping a lot. He wasn’t sure how Belphie could do it all the time. But now he understands. 

Asmo can also throw a good temper tantrum. 

The day he realized he could no longer feel your pact with him sent him over the edge.

But afterwards he felt embarrassed, even though his brothers will never blame him for expressing his feelings for you. 

When Solomon leaves to go find you, he feels hopeful, putting all the trust he has in your master to find you.

But it also hurts. He hasn’t left Solomon’s side since your disappearance, taking comfort in the bond he still has with him.

He’ll never take it for granted again. 

MC, I can’t take this! If you can hear me, please come home, my lost little lamb… I love you…

❤️Beelzebub❤️

Beel is quiet. 

He’s another one that feels responsible for your disappearance.  

His heart is aching, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

Thankfully, he has his twin by his side to reassure him. But it’s not enough. 

He needs to know where you’ve gone. 

He needs to save you. 

Beel’s appetite is all over the place. One minute, he can’t stop eating and the next, he’s not hungry at all. 

His brothers got really concerned when he didn’t eat for 2 whole days.

The only hunger he feels is the need to figure out where you went. 

Not only is he worried about you, he’s worried for his brothers. 

He knows they are suffering too, especially with the noticeable absence of your pact. 

Beel has always been protective of them, after all.

He stops going to the gym. He doesn’t feel like it. 

Instead, he cuddles up in bed with Belphie, holding him close with tears silently rolling down his cheeks. 

Beel you’re squeezing too hard, he hears his twin mumble. But he doesn’t care.

He’s almost lost his brother before, and now your disappearance has him terrified. 

Please, don’t take anyone else away from me. 

I love you, MC, please wherever you are, stay safe…

💜Belphegor💜

Belphie’s temper is a short fuse. More than usual, anyways. 

He doesn’t want to talk to anyone but Beel. 

He tries to retreat to the attic to get some peace and quiet from his brothers losing their collective shit. 

But he ends up drowning in a wave of memories as soon as he walks through the door. 

He collapses on the bed and hugs his cow pillow to his body as he sobs, his body curling in on itself. 

Dammit MC, look at what you do to me…you need to come home…

When he isn’t sleeping, he helps soothe the rest of his brothers to sleep. He sees their dreams, knows the thoughts that are keeping them awake.

He wants to help, but figures this could be the only way he knows how. 

He doesn’t feel your presence at all, though. 

That must mean you aren’t anywhere nearby, or even in the same Realm. He knows your pact with him is gone. 

He felt it break the day you disappeared. 

But sometimes he feels a flutter of something in the place where the mark used to be. 

He can’t explain why. 

Belphie often finds himself slipping into bed with his twin at night. 

They were inseparable before, but even more so now that you aren’t around. 

I can’t lose him too, I have to stay by his side, he thinks. He snuggles into Beel’s chest as his brother holds him close, afraid he might disappear too at any second.

He misses the days when you were nestled comfortably right between the two of them. 

You need to come back MC, you’re our missing piece. 

#hope you guys like it! #i just randomly got this idea and needed to write it down #i love NB angst #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers #obey me mc #cass writes #my writing

[brrntsoda]

I just want to say thank you for your art especially your stephcass art it is so cute, and they are so gender, t4t stephcass gives me life.

t4t isms like i can feel the love in the club tonight

#nb cass and trans steph are in LOVE and you will not change my mind on the matter #i haven’t drawn them in so long whew sorry for the messy doodle #ask me stuff #ask me anything #soda speaks #if you squint its decent #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #stephcass

[ringneckedpheasant]

#cassandra pentaghast #trevelyan #nb!trevelyan #cassandra x inquisitor #inquisitor x cassandra #da:i #dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #gavyn is genderfluid they use he/she/they #gavyn trevelyan #gavyn x cassandra #marcusart #edit: i was going to give cass leg hair and forgot i’m sorry

[nightmareinfloral]

hate when people say cass cant be batman LIKE SHES THE ONLY ONE WITH ENOUGH NONBINARY SWAG TO DO IT SMH>???? /j

EXACTLY!!

#the nb/batman cass agenda continues #cass cass cass #cassandra cain #batgirl #batman

[witchkittymeow]

Yeah

Aiden and Cass

Im so lonely 😔😭

#is it sad how I drew this so fast and without reference #cass and aiden sitting in a tree #k i s s i n g #im so lonely #yeah look at em eheheh #oc ship #oc couple #uhhmm #yeah #ocs #oc #nb oc

[coastalroses]

becoming gayer has its pros obviously but it’s also like you unlock a new identity and you’re like jesus fuck. i have to do the whole anxious nervous coming out thing AGAIN

#cass rambles #did the lesbian thing did the nb thing (sort of) #now i have to do the ACE thing???? #i feel like i’m thirteen again #ew #also the problem with asexuality is that even in queer spaces it’s just truly not ever expected #like if you’re a girl adjacent in a gay space people will assume you’re lesbian or bi #ppl will use they/them until told otherwise for pronouns etc etc #but nobody really takes asexuality into consideration tbh

[belphieslilcow]

cass is probably constantly restraining himself from hugging and smooching past belphie

also him saying he thought i was into mammon when i said i hope lucifer is starting to like me lol BOY IM INTO YOUUUU

#nb spoilers #solomon hearing cass wail from his room #(very fitting for cocytus) #about how he misses his boys #even though theyre THERE #it's not the same :(

[junkmailmusubi]

after much toiling...and trouble...

...my sons.

here is your first real look at some character art of mine!!! this one drawing in particular took a few weeks from a combination of school + me just not being able to figure out colors for capgras lmao

i have a LOOOOOT to share abt these guys if y'all are interested! they're all based off songs from SELF-iSH (Zavier - 2012, Brightley - Cotard's Solution, Capgras - well it's kinda obvious) because sometimes you have to Build A Blorbo out of your favorite song

#oc #original character #my art #will wood #self ish #capgras glows in the dark #i thought you should know #capgras for nb swag bracket #cass's creations and conjurations #⛺🪲 #chr: zavier grace 🦅🪄 #chr: brightley cotard 🙀☠️ #chr: capgras 🤡🗡

[zorilleerrant]

I really don't understand "debates" about who's going to take over as Batman because it's like... in what context?

In real life? Who's going to become the main Batman in the main comics in real? No one. That's going to be Bruce Wayne forever. They're just going to keep adjusting ages or retconning things or setting things at an earlier date again. Bruce Wayne will always be Batman in whichever is the central series.

In a future continuity? I mean, Damian. Or Terry. Or The Batman With No Name. Like. We have an answer to that already. We have a central character in each of those continuities. We have someone who already is Batman, or there isn't a Batman and someone has to step up, or someone has to find Batman, or there's a Batwoman instead, or a different hero takes over, or Gotham has to learn to live without heroes. But it's already answered within that continuity.

In a hypothetical different continuity which isn't canon? Whoever you want. Like. You can just write that. You're allowed to write whatever you want. And other people can write a different thing than what you decided. Or they can decide the same thing for different reasons or with a different outcome. Or they can write multiple things. You can write multiple things. You don't have to decide. You definitely don't have to debate because what does that even mean?

#look i said something #we've already established that Gotham can have a Batwoman instead of a Batman. stop calling Cass a man unless you make her trans #not that I trust most of this fandom with trans man/nb Cass but for fuck's sake just admit Cass is a woman otherwise

[heartfullofleeches]

RuthieLand

 Yandere Amusement Park Staff [F,M,G.N/NB] + G.N Reader

Summary: A proper intro into Ruthieland. A park full of fun and colorful characters. A few with their eyes on a certain someone.

Word Count: 2.8k

The letter in your small hands is drenched in sweat, and the sticky combination of spilled soda and melted ice cream. You were the last to get up from the picnic table, placing you right at the back of the line of antsy children waiting to pass off their papers to the teacher waiting at its front. The excitement felt throughout the day dissipates the closer you get; your eyes locked on the untied pair of shoes beside you to avoid seeing just how many students you'd be competing with. The owner of the mitch match sneakers grips the sleeve of your coat, working their bandaged fingers into its opening to hold your hand with a comforting squeeze.

“Don't worry, Y/n. I’m sure you'll win.”

“I don't know…. The whole class is trying.”

“I can always ask my dad to pick you.”

Your anxiousness dies with a giggle of disbelief; your elbow gently nudging the other child's shoulder. “No way! That’s cheating. Besides, the main reason I want to win is to spend more time with you, but you said you don't even like it here that much.”

Their hold grows tighter.

“I'll go anywhere, as long as you’re with me.”

-

Knock- Knock-

A pause.

Knock-

“Just a minute!” 

You pause the brainrot currently playing on the TV, and dust off your clothes as you walk over to the front door. The alarm you set for the occasion goes off the second you rise to your feet. Huh. Tv- Bit later than usual today. On most days, your visitor arrived five minutes before it went off, even when you adjusted the schedule to the new time. Opening the front door, a shower of confetti meets you with the same familiarity as an old friend; the colorful onslaught sending you a wave of shock no matter how many times you're blasted with it. A sharp gasp comes from behind the barrel of the popper.

“O-oh, crap- Sorry about that, Y/n. Didn’t think you'd be so close this time.”

Dressed in a stereotypical mailman outfit with a new miner changes, the figure shoves the remains in their bag and straightens their back; fixing the rim of their bunny-eared hat over their face. The shadow of a sheepish smile appears under the lid. They extend their hand, holding out a bright pink envelope. 

“Got your tickets for you, same as always.”

You take the paper, bittersweet nostalgia lingering on the tip of your tongue like your favorite food you haven't tasted in ages. Ruthieland. The talk of both children and thrill seekers across the county and beyond. It would’ve been anyone's dream to even have the chance of winning lifelong tickets to an amusement park. Imagine your unfortunate luck to be the one child to win that once in a lifetime prize.

“Thank you, Cass.”

The carrier pulls their hat down further. “It's no problem. I actually have something else for you.”

They retrieve another item from their satchel. A single red rose. You take it with addled glee. Normally you didn't get any extra gifts unless it was at the park, or for your birthday or a holiday. 

“This is.. different.” 

Cass rubs at the back of their neck. “It's from me. I thought it'd be nice to give you something myself after all the time we’ve spent together.”

You can’t help but smile, partly from the guilt racking at your nerves. Cass has been delivering your tickets personally for the better half of two years. They were a reserved individual, only opening up to you about three months ago. In the beginning, they just left your tickets at your door and ran off. You weren't even sure if Cass was their name. It was pinned on a jacket they wore in the winter, and they never argued when you called them by that name. 

“That's sweet of you.” You press your fingers over the seam of the envelope. “Would you like a ticket? I can treat you to a float if you show up one day.”

Cass raises their hands. A dark substance is caked beneath the nails of the hand placed to their neck. “N-no thank you. I’m not good with amusement parks… Too loud and not a big fan of roller coasters. I gotta go. Can't be late. See you next month, Y/n.”

Cass flees the scene, running straight down the block instead of climbing into whatever vehicle they came in. You’ve never actually seen them drive. Hopefully they had some sort of transportation. With your company gone, you open the envelope. Four tickets wait for you in the pouch, decorated with four of the park's most beloved mascots. Ruthie Hare, Farmer Crow, Serenity the Baker, and a newer addition to the crew – Bashy Fox. Four tickets for four days of the month. You figured it was the right amount of days. Anymore and you'd probably get sick of going honestly. Since you had nothing better to do, the timing for their arrival was perfect. 

-

Throwing on some casual clothing, you hop on the nearest shuttle to the park. There was a number you could call for a lift, but taking the stroll felt like a nice start to the day. You lived roughly twenty minutes from the location and the stop was only a five minute walk. Excitement peaks for fellow riders of all ages as the park's largest coaster rolls into view, screaming from its passengers clear as day through the thick glass as the carts loop through the biggest hurdle. That one most likely wasn’t in the cards for you together. Especially after you saw someone losing the horde cotton candy they'd eaten before the ride during your last visit.

Stepping off the bus puts you front and center to Ruthieland's main entrance. The park's main mascot smiles down at you and all the other guests, hand raised in a partial wave.

Ruthie Hare was a silly character, as one would expect from a character originally solely targeted towards children. A root beer loving, flute playing hare with a whole gang of friends waiting inside. The anthropomorphic creature was soft pink in color, a black diamond around his left eye and a spotted bow tie from his early days as a circus mascot. He wore brown overalls with one sleeve always pushed down and large, oversized gloves. He had a bite mark on his right ear the comics and shows based off his gang never explained.

Reading your ticket, you march up to the counter to hand it to the attendee on staff. The woman stares at the sky as she aids another customer, cinnamon sugar powered around the corners of her lips. The hat she wore was dawned with rabbit ears just like Cass', but hers was a baseball hat and the ears had been snipped to keep them out of her face.

“Thank you for visiting our fantastic park today. We hope you have a hop-tastic day, and to see you soon… Or not.”

You walk up to the counter.

“Welcome to-Fuck" The woman wipes at her mouth and fixes her cap, adjusting her collar as she leans against the back of her seat.

“Y/n. Sup. Finally gonna let me treat you to the good shit today?”

Her relaxed attitude is a complete one eighty from how she first acted towards you, and the rest of the park goers. Ell, or Dashiell as her tag read, has been manning the ticket booth since high school; when she isn’t cleaning up messes she’s partly responsible for around the park. She was apparently homeschooled which is why you never saw much of her, and hardly showed emotion except for when you were around or in the company of her favorite snacks.

Like everyone else, she thought little of you in the beginning, but when she became aware of your status she figured it wouldn't hurt to get to know you a little. Majority of her coworkers had picked up on the crush she developed over the years, while you still remained obvious. 

“If I’m still here when you get off, then sure.” You pass her your ticket. Ell wipes it through the reader and shoves it directly into her pocket rather than the bin by her post.

“Gonna hold you to it. If I catch word you bailed on me, I'll find out where you live.”

Ell plays off the threat with a pat on your shoulder. “Alright, you better get going. Don't need the head of the lap dogs biting my ass again for holding up the line.”

You heed the warning and take your chance to go on ahead. The last time Ell was able to brew up a conversion, it took nearly a half hour to find your way out. Luckily it was a slow day. Finally entering the park, your senses are overloaded by the smell of buttered popcorn and sugar, and the amplified screams and laughter of everyone else at the park. Today felt like one of those easy days. Just a couple of the more relaxed rides and maybe a look at the other types of attractions till the firework show later in the evening. Maybe it was finally time to go back to the carnival area. 

“Well. Well. Well. Look what we have here.” 

The thick southern drawn slithers up your back like the snake the shadow behind you was. You watch from the silhouettes on the ground as its arm reaches over your shoulder, the handle of a shovel keeping you from going anywhere anytime soon.

“Well I'll be- I knew I could recognize that pretty head of hair from any angle. And here I was thinkin' these weary eyes of mine were foolin’ me.”

“Hello, Farmer.”

The farmer chuckles, voice fluid as  molasses and course as gravel. They step in front of you, twirling the rubber tool before planting it in the cracked concrete for support as they lean on it. They lift their head high so they’re able to see you past the rim of their sun hat and the tip of their beak.

“Howdy, there. Ol' friend.” 

Farmer Crow was the periodic villain of the park. A foul tempered soul, who hunted after the main characters for stealing their supplies. A lot of people sympathize with the crook for this reason, though their original methods for getting rid of the crew were – quite harsh.

The farmer was mostly humanoid and leaned slightly more towards scarecrow than anything with burlap skin and straw coming from the sleeves of their flannel shirt. The upper half of their face was fashioned after a regular crow with a long beak and black feathers. The shovel they carried was once a scythe, but after an accident that resulted in a young boy losing his eye, a petition was created to have it changed. 

“I missed ya dearly. Couldn’t catch a wink of sleep without seeing that face of yours. Here. On the house. As a welcome back present” They palm the breast pocket of their shirt and extend their hand, a small pin resting in their gloved palm.

It depicts the character Serenity offering the grumpy farmer a bouquet of roses. She had always been a neutral figure in the group, baking pies and other goods for them all to enjoy. You met the character at the themed restaurant in the park, and she was as sweet as her desserts. She even snuck you an extra treat on those days when you weren't feeling like yourself.

“A special gift fer a special friend. Long as you stay away from that darned rabbit, and all the other troublemakers we can be pals.” Farmer Crow readjusts their grip on their tool. Their tone is quiet, almost hesitant as they continue. “We are pals, ain’t we?”

“Course. Thank you, Crow.”

You take the pin from them. As you do, a group of kids runs up to them for an autograph. One of the older teens bumps right into you and just keeps running ahead. Strange. Farmer Crow grumbles something under their breath, but faces the crowd; body still angled towards you. You wave. 

“I'll catch up with you later, Crow. Try not to murder anyone.”

“I'll try…” 

Continuing ahead, you barely make it ten steps before another person is running up to you.

“Hey, Y/n! Wait up!”

The male catches his breath as you stop, standing to full attention now that your focus is solely towards him. He turns slightly so you can get a good look into his good eye; his right lidded and iris milky.

“You- Whew. Dropped this.” He holds out your phone to you. You slap your hand against the pocket it was held in, unaware of its absence until then.

“Crap. When did that happen? Thank you so much, Atlas.” You return your phone where it belonged. What would you do without this man? A newer hire, but one of the most helpful park employees you had met to date. He helped you out on those scarily frequent occasions you lost your phone or your keys, sometimes driving you home when the shuttle didn’t show. It was honestly no surprise really that he became head of security in such a short time.

Atlas waves off the praise. “It's nothing, Y/n. Just helping out a friend is all. Everything else okay? Need a chaperone around the park? Someone to take you home later?”

“Nah, I'll be fine. I think I’ve been coming to the park long enough to know my way around.”

Atlas looks a little down, but quickly picks himself back up. “I understand. If you need anything, you got my number and I'll be in the back checking the cameras for your every move.”

Realizing his error, the guard backtracks. “N-not that I’m watching you specifically! I meant it like I'll be watching out for everyone, but you especially. Cause I care about you and all.”

Atlas fakes a laugh. “I probably said too much, huh? I'll get out of your way for now. Talk to you another time.” 

The guard politely excuses himself; retracing his steps just to make sure you have his contact information including an email and back up phone. He leaves you to your business and with no further interruptions you go about your day. Getting on your rides of choice, exploring the on-plot museum and trying out some of the seasonal treats. You even meet back up with Ell at one point to fulfill her previous requests. You wonder about blissfully unaware to all the eyes that follow you; a mix of human, faux, and from behind the lens of a camera. 

As the day draws to an end, you finish your trip by sitting on the ledge of the fountain in the middle of the park and watching the fireworks. It was the central hub of the area, giving attendees easy access to all the different junctions. Small droplets of water sprinkle the back of your shirt as the fountain recycles its stream, but you don't mind. Vibrant flashes of color bead across the sky, blinding you momentarily from their brightness and the sheer wonder of it all. If there was one thing you could never get tired of – it was this. With the fireworks soon coming to an end, you stand up. Where did everyone go?

A sharp whistle pierces through the loud booms.

 You look around.

There’s a short breath, before another whistle. The sound stops for a solid five seconds, and then another.

It continues longer this time. You’re able to trail it back to your left, towards the circus themed corner of the park. Your breath quickens. 

Standing right beneath the sign was an all too familiar, buck toothed face. He waves his arm in your direction, drooping ears swaying with the motion. They looked longer than the poster's pictured them to be – every part of him did. 

“Ruthie?”

The hare nods, beckoning you towards him with a finger. You haven’t seen him in ages. While his face was still plastered everywhere, the mascot himself had been retired from walking about for reasons even you didn't know. He points over to the large circus tent at the back of the park, forming a heart with his thin fingers. 

“I can't come with you. The park is going to close soon.”

His arms fall to their sides. He stomps his foot before pointing again. Seeing you won't budge, he steps forward. He moves as though an unseen weight is dragging his body to the ground, dragging the left side of his body forward. Paralyzed by fear, you remain glued to your spot as he nears. The fur around his mouth glistens with a dark substance. As he stands over you, you shut your eyes, fearing the worst. It's only when you hear the mascot shuffling away that you open them.

In your lap is a napkin with two, mug shaped candies nestled in it. Ruthie's favorite. Beneath the sweets are three words.

Some-bunny likes you.

#ruthieland #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere drabble #female yandere #yandere harem #yandere fic #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #tw yandere

[qbdatabase]

trans male rom coms !! or any trans rom coms if there are not that many published !!! happy endings please !!!

so these might not all be romantic-comedies, but they are all Romances with a happy ending or Happily For Now, to the best of my knowledge; italicized titles are ones I've read myself and recommend as a transgender man

Contemporary Romance

(YA) Spy Stuff by Metzger, Matthew J.

Finding Your Feet by Lennox, Cass

(YA) Something Like Gravity by Smith, Amber

Don't Feed the Trolls by Kudisch, Erica (questioning masc NB)

(YA) Felix Ever After by Callender, Kacen (demiboy)

(YA) Stay Gold by McSmith, Tobly (hate crime, but happy ending)

Make a Circle by Joyce, Elliot

Cat's Got Your Heart by Zero, Jem

Life Underwater by Metzger, Matthew J.

Walking on Water by Metzger, Matthew J.

Reverb by Zabo, Anna

(YA) Meet Cute Diary by Lee, Emery

(YA) The Passing Playbook by Fitzsimons, Isaac

(YA) May the Best Man Win by Ellor, Z. R.

(YA) Jaya and Rasa: A Love Story by Patel, Sonia

(YA) A Million Quiet Revolutions by Gow, Robin (t4t)

(YA) Sharing Secrets by Metzger, Matthew J.

Coffee Boy by Chant, Austin

(YA) Rebel Boys and Rescue Dogs, or Things That Kiss with Teeth by Shrum, Brianna R.

(MG) On a Summer Night by Vidrine, Gabriel D.

Their Troublesome Crush by West, Xan

Acoustics by Price, London

(YA) The Feeling of Falling in Love by Deaver, Mason

(YA) Beating Heart Baby by Min, Lio

Welcome, Caller by Wright, M. Dean

Chef's Choice by Alexander, T. J. (t4t)

(YA) We Go Together by de Niverville, Abigail

(YA) If I Can GIve You That by Bulla, Michael Gray

(YA) Always the Almost by Underhill, Edward

A Shot in the Dark by Lee, Victoria

Historical Romance

The Companion by Ottoman, E. E. (t4t4t poly triad)

(YA) Self-Made Boys by McLemore, Anna-Marie

The Doctor's Discretion by Ottoman, E. E.

Fantasy / Sci-Fi / Paranormal Romance

(YA) The Heartbreak Bakery by Capetta, A. R. (NB x trans-masc)

(YA) Help Wanted by Emery, J. (questioning F, could be NB or ftm)

A Knight to Remember by Simkiss, Ceillie

(YA) Venom & Vow by McLemore, Anna-Marie

Mystery Romance

The Queer and the Restless by Ripper, Kris

(YA) A Fine Bromance by Moss, Christopher Hawthorne

full notes on representation and publishing info at qbdatabase.com

#transgender #trans rep #ftm #trans man #romance #romance books #adult books #YA books #ask #anon #answered

[allgremlinart]

💀💀💀💀💀... I really read this like “NB CASS REAL?????” ((nb Cass not real. its a different character. but. still. this comic looks really interesting sooo))

#u cant get my delusions up like that 😔

[oneforthemunny]

do you have any specific songs you associate with each couple

omg what a fun question ahhhh

yeah i do have a few but i'll share some of my favs.

i'd do anything for love (but i won't do that) by meat loaf lol is rockstar!eddie and nb coded for me. the vibe just all of it really just reminds me of them entirely. honorable mention for tear you apart by she wants revenge too for the beginning of their relationship.

mafia!eddie really anything lana at this point lmao but specifically old money and love song and young and beautiful (but it HAS to be the orchesta version or it's not worth it doesn't fit the vibe) really remind me of their relationship.

ours by taylor swift always reminds me of older!eddie and i know i've said it a million times and i'll say it a million more. also hozier's work song???? the absolute devotion is insane and reminds me of them.

modern!eddie this is so funny but good old fashioned lover boy by queen always reminds me so much of him bc he's just a lover boy idk!!!! also this is so random but she's kinda hot by 5sos lmaoooo. getting turned on by being yelled at? yeah that's him.

cowboy!eddie i always get love is like a butterfly by the earth angel dolly parton stuck in my head when i think of them. i'll also get all your'n by tyler childers and where the skies are blue by the lumineers.

bouncer!eddie like this is so random idk but i always picture anything really heavy rock (bonus if it's 80s and 90s lol) and it's kinda sexual lol but do you wanna touch me? by joan jett. anything high energy really reminds me of them but i usually bust out my 80s rock playlist.

dom!eddie somethin' stupid by frank and nancy sinatra always reminds me of them. i don't really have an explanation for that one other than vibes.

janitor!eddie so there is two very very opposite ones lol. number one is bc it's teacher!reader and eddie is goofy so hot for teacher by van halen i listen to bc it reminds me of eddie lmao. but also dream a little dream of me by cass elliott. romantic, old school type of songs.

#oneforthemunny #munnysings #rockstar!eddie munson #cowboy!eddie munson #modern!eddie munson #older!dilf!eddie munson #janitor!eddie munson #mafia!eddie munson #bouncer!eddie munson #dom!eddie munson

[mamawasatesttube]

Ask game 🧩🦋💌

:3c

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

KLDJFLK GOD. WHAT WON'T. i'm so so so picky and i know this

bad grammar. consistent misspellings, ESPECIALLY of character names. no paragraph breaks or line-spacing. all of this just impacts the flow of my reading so hard i can't focus on the story even if i might otherwise be enjoying it.

past that, um. the second i go "he would not Fucking say that under the circumstances you've presented" we're out of here. i only wanna read stuff if i'm like, enjoying it, and i don't get anything out of hatereading stuff i don't like, so the second i stop enjoying it i'm out. re: dc fandom, a lot of fics i will simply have already not clicked on to begin with, but one thing that Really gets me that people don't always put on the tin is clark-bashing in the context of his relationship with kon (kon-text, even?). i'll get out of there SO fast. and then block op with great prejudice. that's clark kent my best friend clark kent >:(

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

ive been microwaving platonic koncass sooo much the past few days/weeks. do you ever think about how they were both made to be weapons, and rejected that because they wanted to be people? (cass more consciously than kon, but kon still very much has that narrative.) they have the parallels. i also think a lot about how he loves to talk and she loves to listen to him. he's very likely the first person in her life who's ever wanted to sit around with her and just... make her laugh. and she likes to hear him talk and doesn't think he's annoying!!!! i just. augh. they're such sweet friends, i wish they got more page time together. ive been thinking abt them bc i've been working on the nb cass & nb kon fic lately and im just... sighs dreamily. pushes them into the microwave again

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now? 

0. i cant STAND notifications jdjslkdjlks

Writers' Truth & Dare Ask Game!

#answers #ravendraculina

[gothwives]

open: f/nb 25+ based: this y/m is married to cassius' brother lucien who is heir to the throne but cass is in love with her who: cassius svennson, he/him, 33, prince pinterest

"he neglects you. he does, and when he does not neglect you, he mistreats you. i see it, your lady in waiting sees it— even the cook can see it! and yet you insist on defending him when he does not deserve your kindness. when he has not shown you kindness, not as i have... i know he would discourage you from doing so, but you are well within your right to ask for what you deserve. if you don't, then this is what the rest of your life will consist of. do you want that?"

#{ cassius svensson — starter } #indie rp #indie smut rp #indie historical rp #don't ask me what time period ok it's old #{ open starter }

[danothan]

sharing my lgbt+ batboys hcs for posterity. i’m curious to see if/how they develop the further i dive into batfam comics!

dick: bisexual, some kind of trans but in which direction is unclear

jason: win for the aromantic bisexual community (🙋🏻)

tim: well we already know he’s bi, but i’m gonna keep an eye out for nonbinary potential…

damian: kinda damning if all of your brothers AND your best friend AND your gf come out as bi, and you’re still cishet. there is nothing left in that closet

+ bonus: don’t have much firsthand experience with the others yet, but i’ll throw in a nb lesbian cass, bi steph, and bi duke until further notice

reminder that these are just my own hcs! i am not looking to have my mind changed outside of my personal reading journey, however i’d love to hear other ppl’s thoughts/hcs!

#tempted to say nb steph too bc of her color palette but obviously that’s nothing #danbles #batfam #dc #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #i’m willing to die on some of these hills and less so for others #esp aro/bi jason and alloromantic damian. it’s canon TO ME. #also the oldest 3 being bi are all canon or secondary-canonized anyway so not much of a hc there #ig i’m willing to die on a lot of hills actually lol