#rasmodius x reader

[defectivevillain]

where the blackbird sighs

pairing: M. Rasmodius (the Wizard)/Reader

reader's gender is unspecified and race is ambiguous; no physical descriptors are used.

summary: The farmer doesn’t see the wizard, Rasmodius, as a viable option for romance. Rasmodius is fine with that. Really, he is.

word count: 2.3k | ao3 version

Rasmodius doesn’t quite care about Pelican Town, nor does he have any strong feelings for Stardew Valley. He isn’t the same as the mortals that inhabit the quaint town, and that is painfully apparent within the first few moments of his relocation. They are suspicious of him—cautious at best and entirely avoidant or fearful at worst. Rasmodius wants to be annoyed, but he can’t find it in himself to care what a few flimsy mortals think of him. He is different from them, after all. And humans have always feared what they can’t understand. 

A farmer comes by at some point. Rasmodius doesn’t know how long it’s been since he first moved to the tower—time is hard for him. All he knows is that the man takes one look at him and promptly runs away. Rasmodius doesn’t see him again. He forgets after what must be only a few minutes.

The wizard doesn’t remember this interaction until he is struck with an intense déjà vu years later. There’s another farmer standing on his doorstep. You look different than the other one, but there’s a determined look in your eyes that reminds Rasmodius of the man that came before you. The wizard can’t help but be skeptical. 

“What do you want?” He asks, half-expecting you to take one look at him and run in the opposite direction. 

“I just wanted to introduce myself,” you respond, before doing just that. You offer a hand for him to shake and Rasmodius stares at it for several moments. It takes him a moment to remember the mortal custom, and another to remember to extend his hand and shake yours. “You may have met my grandfather. I’m taking over his farm now.” 

“Ah,” the wizard responds, feeling somewhat at a loss for words. Rasmodius finds himself waiting for you to leave. You don’t seem intent to do so, and are instead surveying his home with interest. He wants to scold you for snooping, but you just seem curious. Admittedly, the curiosity is a welcome difference from the typical skepticism or unfounded fear that the other villagers show him. Perhaps that is why he finds himself entertaining the conversation. “You have your work cut out for you.” He can see your farm from the top of his tower, and the last time he looked, it was filled with weeds, rocks, and fallen branches. There’s going to be a lot of clean-up required for you to make the farm even somewhat usable.

“Yeah, definitely,” you say with a heavy sigh. You seem overwhelmed at the reminder of just how much work you’re going to have to do, and Rasmodius is suddenly filled with the inexplicable and foreign urge to comfort you. He manages to suppress it. “Anyway, I just wanted to stop by and say hello. It was nice to meet you. See you later.”

“Goodbye,” Rasmodius finds himself answering. Indeed, it will most likely be goodbye. He doesn’t expect to see you again. By now, he’s caught onto the typical pattern. Villagers who try to speak to him will only stop by a few times, before abandoning him altogether. He’s used to it, and he certainly doesn’t find himself relying on any of them. Even so, it’s… disappointing. Is he really so off-putting? 

Rasmodius shakes it off. It doesn’t matter. It’s not important; you’re not important. Time will pass, and he will never see you again. That is how things always happen. Why would he want them to be different? This solitary lifestyle suits him well. He enjoys living away from people, and enjoys the freedom his tower gives him. So what’s this swooping feeling in his chest? 

Eventually, the feeling goes away and he forgets about it. But Rasmodius doesn’t forget about you. He can’t forget about your glimmering eyes, the smile on your face as you conversed with him so naturally. He could never forget the way you commanded his attention, his eyes finding you as a moth finds a flame-

Rather than dwell on these thoughts, he immerses himself in the arcane. It’s a suitable distraction, and the thoughts are momentarily kept at bay. At least, until he hears someone knocking on his door some time later. 

The wizard growls and walks over to the door, fully intent on shooing the visitor away. When he opens the door, the cryptic insult he means to say falls back in his throat. You’re standing on his doorstep, and a lighthearted smile rises on your face once you see him. 

“Hey!” You greet him brightly.

“...Hello,” Rasmodius responds, after a moment of hesitation. 

“Mind if I ask you something?” You ask. Ever so polite, he thinks to himself. Who would he be to refuse?

“Go ahead,” the wizard says. 

“I was poking around in the Community Center… and I found a scroll with some writing on it,” you begin. Immediately, Rasmodius thinks he knows what writing it must’ve been. “I couldn’t read what it said, but I figured you might know…” You trail off, looking hesitant and embarrassed all of a sudden. The wizard watches as you pull a scrap of paper out of your pocket and hand it to him. It seems you transcribed the message on the scroll. Sure enough, the message was written in the language of the Juminos—as he suspected. 

Rasmodius could give you the translation. However, he gets the feeling this won’t be the only time you’ll have a use for knowing the language. “I have an easier solution to this dilemma,” the wizard remarks, beckoning you in. You step into the tower behind him and Rasmodius looks around his shelves until he finds what he’s looking for. He turns back to you and extends the vial of potion towards you. You take the vial immediately, but you seem hesitant to drink the potion. “It’s the essence of the forest.” 

For a moment, he thinks you won’t drink it. You tip your head and he lets the substance fall through your lips. For a moment, you’re entirely silent as you swallow the potion. Then, suddenly, you’re blinking and rubbing your eyes roughly.

“What was that?” You ask, tears running down your face. 

“The essence of the forest,” Rasmodius maintains. “As I said.” He was starting to get the sense that you trusted him. He must’ve been wrong. 

“My vision is spinning,” you remark casually, rubbing tears from your eyes. “It’s so bright.” 

“Ah, yes,” Rasmodius recalls. “It tends to have that effect.”  “Could’ve used a warning next time,” you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear. It is difficult for Rasmodius to suppress a chuckle at that. Who knew mortals could be so amusing? You then turn to him with renewed vigor. “But thank you. Seriously, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” You place a hand on his shoulder for a moment, before bidding him farewell and leaving. Rasmodius remains frozen in place for some time after your departure. He can’t remember the last time another mortal was so willing to converse with him—and touch him, no less. 

The next seasons come and go without warning. Summer morphs into fall in the blink of an eye, and before long, there is snow on the ground. Rasmodius doesn’t place much importance on time, yet even he feels somewhat helpless to its flow. Winter transitions into spring. The wizard continues on, the same as always. Nothing is different.

Until you’re knocking on his door again.

You haven’t visited since your last conversation about the Juminos, yet you’ve never left Rasmodius’s mind. Now, as you stand in the doorway once more, he finds that time has treated you well. There’s less visible tension in your shoulders, and a lighter air about you. Perhaps springtime has something to do with that. 

“Hello,” you remark. 

“Hello,” Rasmodius responds cautiously. Old habits die hard, and he continues to be distrustful of humans. By now, he should know that you’re different. Indeed, although he hasn’t had the chance to have a full conversation with you, he’s seen you wandering in the woods near his tower. Sometimes, you’ll catch him staring and send him a wave. Other times, you seem too preoccupied to notice the tower in the distance. 

“Are you going to the Flower Dance?” You ask, breaking him out of his thoughts. The wizard regards you for a moment. 

“‘The Flower Dance’?” He repeats, confusion coloring his tone. This must be another mortal custom he is unfamiliar with. 

“It’s the festival on the 24th,” you elaborate. 

“I wasn’t planning to,” Rasmodius remarks honestly. He isn’t very interested in the human celebrations around Pelican Town. 

“Oh,” you respond. He must be imagining the disappointment tugging your lips into a slight frown. For a moment, there’s nothing but an awkward silence. “Well, I’d like to see you there.” You say. 

You’re gone before he can process the gravity of your statement. Why do you want to see him at the festival? What purpose would it serve you?

Rasmodius doesn’t plan on giving the foolish celebration even a moment of his attention. He goes back to his studies and resolutely ignores any thoughts of your hopeful expression. Yet, when the 24th arrives, he finds himself standing at the edge of the thick woods as the spring breeze gently rustles his hair. Everyone at the festival is mingling on the grassy plain, and the local shopkeeper is selling small souvenirs. There seems to be a sense of anticipation lingering in the air. Rasmodius overhears that there will be some sort of dance between the villagers. The wizard thinks the idea of a dance is rather foolish and performative, but the villagers seem to be looking forward to it. Rasmodius lets his gaze wander. He can feel the wary gazes of the townsfolk. Why is he here, again? 

Then, you appear, wearing crisp clothing and a hesitant smile. You flit about the area, speaking to nearly everyone. Whatever the mayor says is enough for you to get flustered, your body language minutely shifting to reflect… hesitation? Nerves? The mayor laughs then, clapping a hand on your shoulder. Rasmodius feels his brows furrow at the display. 

Rasmodius watches from afar as you continue walking around the field. The entire town’s eyes seem to be on you, as a restless anticipation settles in the air. All the potential suitors seem enamored with you, and why wouldn’t they be? You’re the beloved farmer—the one who is actively improving the town and supporting the economy. You’re the hero of Pelican Town. Rasmodius is just the wizard that lives in the faraway tower. He feels somewhat akin to the princess in those foolish fairy tales—locked away behind walls of stone and cascading ivy, forced to spectate as time passes. 

You’re about to choose a dance partner. He can’t watch for much longer. An ugly feeling prickles along his skin and Rasmodius feels himself turning his back, walking away from the foolish celebration. He leaves the festival with an ugly feeling prickling along his skin. (If the wizard had stayed a few moments longer, perhaps he would’ve seen the troubled look on your face as you looked around for him.)

For a while after that, Rasmodius is bitter. He knows the feeling isn’t fair—knows that you probably didn’t even know he was at the Flower Dance, couldn’t see his position deep in the shaded trees and far enough away for people not to stare. But emotion never bends to rationality. 

Life goes on. The seasons change once more. The farmer visits him every so often, bringing him gifts of void essence, super cucumber, and purple mushroom. He wonders how you know exactly what will be useful to his studies. Somehow, you always seem to know when he needs company. The moment Rasmodius starts to feel isolated and alone, you’re suddenly standing on his doorstep with a smile on your face and a gift in your hands. 

For a second, Rasmodius is fooled into thinking you’re treating him differently than the other villagers. It doesn’t take him long to notice that nearly everyone has received a gift from you at one point or another—that you’re almost constantly walking around to speak with everyone. Rasmodius isn’t special. 

One particular visit, you bring him void essence and ask him a question. It’s one he’s heard before. “Are you going to the Flower Dance?”

Rasmodius doesn’t have any reason to hesitate, but he does anyway. A small part of him thinks of being forced to watch you dance with someone, someone else. He takes a deep breath. “Perhaps,” he responds. 

“Alright,” you respond, a slightly quizzical look on your face. Rasmodius walks away, conflict rising within him. He doesn’t want to see you dance with someone else. But if there were a chance, however small, that you’d dance with him… 

It’s a calculated risk, Rasmodius thinks to himself as he stands in the very far corner of the field. He’s within view this year, for reasons he can’t quite explain. That air of apprehension is back, and it’s affecting him, too. Rasmodius is waiting for a moment that he is almost positive will never come. 

Suddenly, there’s a hand on his shoulder. Rasmodius nearly jumps out of his skin, before realizing it’s you. 

“Hello,” you remark, an easy smile on your face. You’re wearing the same sharp style you wore last year, and Rasmodius can’t help but think it suits you. 

“Hello,” he repeats, once he’s gotten a rein on his thoughts. For a second, there’s silence as he stares at you. 

“…May I have this dance?” You ask. Rasmodius’s eyes widen. You’re staring at him like he holds the entire universe in his hands, like he has the power to freeze time just for the two of you to share this single moment. Your hand remains extended toward him, an open invitation. 

Rasmodius quells a smile and takes your hand.

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[asakiooi]

Breaching the Boundaries of his Forbearance

Rasmodius x Reader

Wrote this at 12 am and finished around 3. Some things might not make sense cause of sleep deprivation.

Magnus’ tower door opened as soon as you reached the entrance. A familiar voice you have come to recognize rung out from the inside.

“Ah! Do come in. I was expecting your arrival as usual.”

The disembodied voice sounded a lot more cheerful today, you noted. Wondering if he had something good happen to him recently, you poked your head in and adjusted your vision to the much dimmer atmosphere of his tower.

Various lights of different colors floated above you as usual. It was an oddity of Magnus’ tower. When you asked about it he told you that it was the after effects of the experiments he preformed on a day to day basis.

Remembering that his form of work varied differently each day, you began to understand.

Trying not to distract yourself any further, you stepped into the tower fully and closed the door behind you while also brushing off any specks of dust on your clothes. You didn’t want to be seen with debris on you. The foyer provided plenty of space to prepare before you could see Magnus in his full form.

…

You felt your cheeks slightly heat up. Why were you going the extra mile to do this anyways?

“Ah, there you are. I was growing curious as to why you took so long to come in.” A masculine voice rang.

You shook in surprise when his voice entered your ears and looked up. Magnus stood leaning against the wall frame a bit of distance from you and had a face that held his usual stoicism, however your observant eye traced a faint curve at the end of his lips.

“Are you alright?” He asked with light concern.

For some reason, he shined a little more brightly today. Gulping down your previous fluster, you nodded.

Magnus chuckled softly and nodded back, now standing up straight and turning to the main room.

“Good to hear. Come now, I wish to show you something I have been studying on.” He beckoned. He really seemed much more vibrant than usual.

His footsteps thudded on the hardwood with you following close behind him. In just a few motions you were at the front of his work desk, a valuable asset to his research and studies.

Strewn across the wooden table were herbs and papers filled with diagrams of a strange plant. You didn’t recognize it.

Magnus reached his hand out to a particular plant that matched the diagrams and held it to you with a tilted head.

“Have you seen these before?”

You shook your head.

Magnus smiled and brought it closer to him. His eyes were studying the plant while also twirling the herb in his fingers, there was a hint of proudness in his face that you were growing fond of.

“These are called spirit poke. It is an unusual and rare plant that grows within the valley. Once in a few decades, flowers bloom from the shrubs and give off powerful effects when consumed. It is a result of the mixing energies from the spirits.” He explained.

You nodded your head along listening closely. It brought you happiness when he went rambling on about his work to you.

“I have been studying these herbs for decades now. They are only native to this valley and haven’t been observed as much, as the previous protector of the valley never took an interest in them.” Magnus told you, putting the herb back onto the table.

He looked at you again with the same smile. His eyes held a glimmer that only you could recognize something akin to joy.

“Today, I have discovered something new with them. If I apply the right formula to a potion alongside this flower, perhaps I may be able to commune with a different type of spirit that I have never come across before.”

You smiled and nodded to his explanation as he went on and on. You didn’t mind, no, not at all.

After all, it seemed that he was always happy to share whatever information he could with you. It was something you had come to expect in your friendship now that you were closer to him.

Just a little bit, Magnus reminds you of a cat who proudly comes back with its hunt, dropping it right in front of you and expecting praise.

Perhaps this was what he was expecting?

Your own chuckle rang through your head. No way, right?

“-If I could acquire some from Castle Village then maybe-“ Magnus paused. His eyes were cast on your face.

A mischievous smile played on your expression. You opened your mouth and spoke to him with a tone of endearment, praise seeping out from your lips like it was easy to give.

Naturally, he was caught off guard.

“You… I-“ Magnus stammered.

He looked away for a moment then returned his gaze to you, clearing his throat.

“T-thank you… for the kind words. I usually don’t have anyone to share this to, as most would be fine with a simple report instead of a long winded explanation.” He said with his eyes glimmering for a short second. The surface of his skin began to deepen in color.

You felt butterflies in your stomach. You weren’t expecting him to react like this.

“And so when I found myself gathering an abundance of these flowers… I was hoping to share them with you. You often venture down the mines, correct?” Magnus asked, an obvious attempt to recover his standing.

He grabbed a spare shrub nearby and held it close, deciding to focus his eyes on it instead.

“You may not need them for communicating with spirits but…” He trailed off, eyes still averted and not on you.

For some reason it egged you on.

You walked closer to him, a breath away. You could almost feel his hitched sigh hit your face from above. A hesitance grew in his voice.

Your eyes moved, his tall form making you raise your head up just to meet him. He gulped quickly and turned his head to the side.

“Um.” Magnus started, backing up slightly.

He was at a loss for words. And this made you feel even more impish.

You stepped forward where he once stood.

“You…-!“ He stepped back again, his face now looking at you with bewilderment and flush. This time he made a larger effort to distance himself.

But you didn’t relent.

You moved forward with the same amount of stride he took back.

Magnus didn’t say anything and surprisingly took a bigger step backwards until-

Thud.

You could see him tilting backwards without control, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

A rushing feeling filled your body to catch him, only for you to trip against the books on the floor that he had also, much to his current dismay, tripped on.

Thud.

…

…

You were sure black spots dispersed around your vision.

The world was spinning. Your hands hurt from hitting the wooden floor in attempt to stop your fall. The sound of chicks chirping in the coop rang in your ears like a memory as you tried to gather your bearings.

But before you thought of anything else-

“Urgh…” A vibrating rumble from under you bemoaned.

Your eyes hit wide open as soon as you remembered where you were. On who you fell on.

Swiftly and quickly you used your sore palms to raise your upper body up and looked down.

And there he was. Magnus was strewn on the floor with his eyes closed and expression resembling only you could imagine as discomfort and pain. Strands of his hair had fallen on his face, adorning the flush on his skin that you couldn’t tell was either from the fall or your whims.

To your horror, his eyelids fluttered open. His vision landed on you dazingly. Magnus blinked as if he couldn’t remember why he was there in the first place.

Without a moment to spare you used your hands to spring yourself up and landed on your bum. Your face was heated like crazy, a feeling you thought you’d never undergo again since school days.

Magnus kept his repose for a moment, dots mentally envisioned in his head. Then he sat up with great energy and stared directly at you.

His cheeks flushed darkly. The way his mouth looked like it wanted to say something but didn’t caught your attention. Sweat dribbled behind your back.

Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him after all.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You didn’t plan on having this much effect on him. Yet, when you looked into his purple eyes that had a unfamiliar scarlet in them, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe…

He felt something for you.

Your feet worked quicker than your brain. Rising up, you quickly strung a long list of apologies to him and started making your way towards the door.

Magnus couldn’t even respond due to your insistence in apologizing.

By the time you reached the foyer, you rushed to the door and sprinted out, making sure to close the tower door behind you.

Magnus looked at the door ahead of him. Then back to his lap.

A silence permitted through his tower.

He… didn’t know what to make out of this.

He really didn’t.

But before he could move and get up, a flash of a the white shrub caught his attention.

Spirit poke.

His fingers carelessly went to grab the stem tenderly, as to not break it.

Magnus raised the flower close to his lips, grazing only the surface of the petals with his breath.

“…”

“You forgot the flowers…”

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[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 48

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n goes a little apeshit at JojaMart lmao

Author’s Note: *Crawls out of a pit covered in dirt and blood. Slaps this chapter down in front of you, on a SUNDAY no less!*

My health situation hasn’t improved whatsoever, but I will prevail, damnit!!

I wrote most of this and posted to ao3 early this morning, and haven't had a chance to proofread really. I'll do my best to get that done soon ^.^ Sorry if there are any weird wordings. Also sorry for the complete lack of Seb and Magnus in this one, I hope the shenanigans make up for it <3

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I hate that stupid, cryptic, blue note I got.

Ever since it came, I think about it every time I check the mailbox, without fail. I don’t want to, I kinda just want to forget it exists, but I just… I dunno. I have a bad feeling about it. A gut feeling. Like, something’s totally up with it. It’s just been sitting in my closet for safekeeping until I decide what to do, though.

For some reason, I’ve been too nervous to bring it back up to Magnus. He’s forgotten it exists, from what I can tell. I think I’ll do my best to keep it that way for now. It feels more like my burden to bear than his, and besides, he’s already got the whole region to take care of.

After today’s confirmation that I don’t have bills or anything important like that, I head inside to get ready to leave the farm. Reeeally hoping my routine will shake out my heebiejeebies.

I got the OK from Magnus to use his fancy shrine for Spirit’s Eve. Got an idea of what I think I want to make myself look like, too. Maybe a tiefling or something. If tieflings don’t really exist, I’m sure some sort of succubi, or imps, or some sort of creature that looks like one’s gotta, no? I suppose I could always fall back on just pretending I’m an elf… man, a tail and horns would be so fun though. 

Either way, tomorrow is the big day and I am so ready for it.

I mean, like, almost ready. Whatever.

Today I’m going to Magnus’ place to get some practice in. Just a precautionary measure to try not to, like, blow myself up or something.

I’m gonna keep my outfit cozy and easy to move around in, but I have half a mind to make sure I wouldn’t mind losing these clothes in particular if something goes wrong with the transformation. Just some leggings, some crew-cut socks, an old hoodie, and my favorite boots, since I won’t have my shoes on in the shrine anyway. All of it is in black. Sebastian cosplay. 

I’ll pop my red studs in too, gotta commit to the bit. I haven’t had time to talk to The Emo and see if he actually did get his shit pierced last night, but assuming he did, and assuming he was able to use these for it, I wanna go all out, baby.

Now, before I head to the tower, I’ve got some errands to run around town. I woke up a bit late so there’s gonna be more people out than I’m looking forward to, but hopefully I have no creepy Alex encounters or awkward conversations with Shane again.

I promised Sam I’d visit him at work sometime soon, so I might as well head there first. He hates it there, and it’s been a while since we’ve caught up, so I’ll hopefully be a welcome distraction. I’ll bring him a coffee too to keep his spirits high.

After it’s done brewing, I grab two foam cups and pour the coffee in. Knowing Sam, he probably needs this stuff sweet, and I’m in the mood for sweet too, so I pour in a bunch of vanilla-flavored creamer. To make the beverages ~gourmet,~ I add a little whipped cream to each, as well as a light drizzle of chocolate syrup. After securing the plastic lids and giving Cannoli some well-deserved love, I head out.

While I pass by the bus stop, I make eye contact with Pam. I’ve never spoken to her, but… I dunno. I can’t tell if I like her or not. She gives me a nasty stink eye and I can only further assume she’s as mean as she outwardly appears. Unless she was just cursed with an intense resting bitch face...

I smile Pam’s way anyway. She doesn’t smile back, but that’s okay. It doesn’t benefit anyone to be so judgemental of her.

I pass a few local moms once I make it to the town square. None really mind me, which could mean they either didn’t notice, or they don’t care. Either is fine by me. I don’t hear what they’re saying, but Caroline talks very animatedly just before the rest of the group bursts into laughter.

I turn my attention back ahead as I pass by Pierre’s and nearly bump into Marnie as she’s leaving the shop.

We both squeak out a little “Oh!” before apologizing in unison.

“I wasn’t really paying attention,” I double down. 

“Oh, that’s fine. I rarely ever am!” She then motions to the two cups in my hands and adds, laughing, “At least the coffee’s safe!”

I awkwardly nod in agreement. Then, a brief flash of myself actually spilling coffee somewhere down the road raids my mind, my necklace tingling against my skin and my fingers practically buzzing.

Great.

“Everything alright, sweetie?”

That probably looked weird. “Yeah, sorry,” I try to recover, “just sleepy today!”

I take a sip of coffee to emphasize my point. Plus, I might as well drink what I can before these puppies go down. Hopefully I’ll be able to save at least one of them when the time comes.

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that!” She puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I need to get back to the shop, but take it easy and don’t overwork yourself, you hear?” 

I nod, thanking her and waving her off with a shy grin before I continue moving. Once I get closer to the spot I’m supposed to be spilling these drinks — just before that little bridge over the river by JojaMart — I begin to walk more cautiously. If I can just keep these steady and focus on the ground… 

A sneeze creeps up on me. Oh god. Oh god oh fuck oh no.

Just as I’m beginning to carefully place one of the cups on the side of the bridge for safe keeping, the sneeze forces its way out of me. Luckily, one beverage — the one I hadn’t drank from yet — stays safely in my hand. Unluckily, the one I was working on trying to keep safe fell to the stones at my feet, opening up and dispersing its contents fucking everywhere.

God damnit. 

“Nice one.”

God fucking damnit.

I look up to the voice. It turns out Shane’s outside having a smoke. He’s at the opposite end of the bridge watching my clumsiness unfold with an aloof look about him. He’s bent over to lean on the stone wall, his right elbow propped up and his corresponding cheek in his palm. His left forearm is flat against the structure while his left hand lazily dangles his cigarette between two fingers.

Is that pink nail polish on one of them? I wonder if that’s Jas’ doing. 

I merely groan back my response, picking up the now-empty cup to discard in the trash bin near the store. As I proceed on my walk of shame past Shane, I point out, “At least my clothes stayed safe.”

Shane follows and asks, “How many ants do you think you murdered with that accident?” 

I grin a little at his dry humor. “Oh it was a massacre,” I bounce back. “The war in Gotoro pales in comparison.”

“Ha!” Oh my god, I made Shane — the grumpiest fuck I’ve ever met — laugh?! “Right on. Seems like pointless violence anyway.” 

I turn to see if I can catch him smiling for the first time, like, ever. It’s not there anymore, but there’s a residual brightness in his features.

Shane snuffs out his cig on the ashtray built into the garbage’s lid, abandoning it there before shoving his hands in the pockets of his bright blue shorts.

“Those sons’a bitches,” he nods in the direction of my carnage, “they had it coming.”

My nose scrunches as I laugh a little, giving him a funny look. “Damn, what’d they do to you?”

There’s a playful glint in his eye, as he deadpans me. “Exist.”

I shrug and nod — I get it, they can be pretty annoying! — and follow the man as he makes his way through the white-rimmed, glass-centered automatic doors. I try not to cringe outwardly at how many self-righteous pro-Joja fliers are on them.

Shane stops a few steps into the store. Turns around. I stop too and look up, tilting my head. What’re you looking at, punk? I think to myself. Dunno if I’d be pushing my limits by trying to say it out loud. Better not.

Shane gives me a weird look too, but I can barely see it. My senses are taking their damn time getting used to the obnoxiously fluorescent lighting.

“Don’t you shop at Pierre’s?” Shane wonders out loud.

I blink a few times as I adjust to the environment and then nod. “Visiting Sam,” I explain.

“Ah.” He nods too, in understanding, and then looking the other way he continues, “Enjoy.”

Shane makes his way towards a door to the right of the manager’s office. Says “Employee’s only,” so I’m assuming it’s a break room or something. I don’t miss the incorrect apostrophe, but choose not to linger on it either.

“You too.” He looks back over his shoulder, so I pair my well wishes with a lazy salute.

“Buh.”

…Buh?

I smile. I think he’s warming up to me!

Feeling a tad lost now that I’m alone, I look around before making any advances. Should’ve asked Shane if he knew where Sam would be around now. I dunno how the shifts work around here.

The cashiers to my left — a visibly exhausted red headed woman, probably in her late 30s or early 40s; and a scrawny, scruffy looking teenager, with thick-framed glasses sitting atop his freckled nose — both look miserable.

The boy is boredly leaning against the counter, zoned out on the ground in front of it. The woman looks totally spaced out on nothing in particular. It almost seems like she’s fighting off sleep, too. Poor lady. 

The woman and I lock onto each other. She looks away from my face before I can even register it, but I notice her eyes flicker longingly to the coffee cup in my hand a few times after the fact. I peer between her and the beverage twice before I all but scurry away into the aisles. I’m too awkward for this. My only option is to retreat. Never said I wasn’t a coward.

While I venture past the boatloads of boxed, bagged and canned foods in search of the resident dog boy, I observe some of the products. Some don’t look safe for consumption, while others seem like they’d be fun to try as a one-off sort of deal. It overlaps a few times as well. I mean, why wouldn’t I want to try this cereal which very explicitly states on the box that it’s more sugar than grains? It makes me stifle a giggle. I like the brutal honesty. 

I stop and stare at it for a sec. Gnawing my lip. Wondering if I should just…

No. I shan’t.

I break away from temptation and trek on. As I reach the end of the aisle, I pan across the back of the store. More shelf-stable products, a small produce section… ah!

Sam looks like he’s supposed to be mopping the floor near the freezers. To be fair, he is holding a mop, and it is touching the floor! But instead of cleaning, he uses the tool as a microphone; singing against the end of the brown wooden handle, both hands passionately gripping it as he bends his torso to quietly belt one part in particular. Sam’s eyes are shut, his bulky black headphones are secured over his ears, and he has not a single worry in the world. 

Holding his coffee in both hands now, I stop walking and lean against a nearby shelf. Observing. Waiting. Eventually he’ll have to see me.

He does a little spin move and carelessly bumps into the bucket of soapy water he’s working with, causing it to slosh around a little. Some of it lands on the floor, and some on the pants of Sam’s jumpsuit. Doesn’t faze him in the slightest. 

He does another spin the opposite way and nearly knocks over the conveniently placed display of sprinkles that are situated right in front of the ice cream freezer.

I feel like I should probably stop him before something bad happens, but he looks so damn content and so stinkin’ cute that I can’t be assed. 

Just as I’m thinking this, he opens his eyes, completely avoiding my direction while he immediately peers over his shoulder. Sam scans around, getting a full view of the proximate areas. It seems like he’s just making sure he’s not about to get caught by his boss or something, if I had to guess.

Eventually he lands on me. We both smile wide, and I triumphantly hold up his (unspilled!!) coffee in one hand, presenting it with a small flourish of the other and a bow of my head.

“For you, my good sir.” I make sure to sound extra fancy, dropping my voice an octave and annunciating my words a bit too much.

He looks around again before meeting me in the middle with a fist bump, completely ignoring my bit. Aw man.

“Hell yeah, thanks dude!” 

I shoot some awkward finger guns at him, “You got it, bud.”

“You didn’t make yourself one?”

I sigh, lamenting, “I did…”

Sam scans my face as we share a short silence. Then, the lightbulb almost visibly goes off in his noggin. “You spilled it, didn’t you?”

Pursing my lips, I nod. “I spilled it, yeah.” 

“Buuummer, dude.” He pats my head and I sigh, leaning into his touch. I’ll be damned if I don’t still love head-pats, even if it’s been a while since I’ve gotten one. “Wanna split this one then?” he offers, palm still on my crown. At this point he’s just trying to messy me up.

“No thanks, I’ll just grab another later if I’m really craving it.” Not having noticed the trance I’ve been in as my hair gets slowly and steadily ruined — it feels nice, okay? — I finally look up at him, cheekily glaring as I manually remove his large hand from me. I add on as I try to repair the frizzy aftermath, “Sick performance, by the way!” 

“You think so?” he beams. Makes me laugh.

“Of course! It looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

Sam’s face is a bit flushed as he takes the compliment, not even trying to hide it; he has a big goofy grin on his face, too.

It drops and Sam looks behind him as a deep voice with a bit of a southern twang booms from one of the aisles nearby. “Samson?”

“Shit, here.”

Sam hurriedly places his coffee into my hand and rushes back near his water bucket, looking around for his manager as he moves. I try to make things less suspicious by pretending to look at some nearby end caps. 

I take a peek over when I hear Sam greet the man, “Hiya! What’s up, Morris?”

Crossing his arms and puffing out his chest to try and make himself look mighty, a man in a navy blue suit, a bright red bow tie, and a poorly-applied black toupee corrects him. “That’s Mr. Saxton, son.” 

I roll my eyes. Awesome to know the guy running this Joja is just as insufferable as the dudes who work on the corporate side.

Sam puts an anxious hand on the back of his neck, and halfheartedly smiles as he apologizes, his speaking patterns much more formal than before. Poor guy… it hurts to see him having to tone it down so much for this dipshit.

I turn my attention back in front of me so as to give him some privacy. Not sure he’d want me to hear him getting his ear talked off.

This display is full of holiday cards... I might as well waste some time with these bad boys. I pick up one with a cartoon beagle wearing a birthday hat on it, stealing a sip of Sam’s coffee as I read the pun on the front: “Have a doggone good birthday!” Alright, nice and cheesy start…

I flip the card open. It starts blaring Baha Men’s “Who Let The Dogs Out.” Fucking hell. Jumpscare me, why doncha! I shudder at how tinny the music sounds — likely made worse by its volume — then close the card and place it back in its spot, not bothering to read more.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I peer over my left shoulder, and see that Mr. Saxton is making his way towards me. A vein is popping in his forehead, but he has a toothy smile on his face that screams customer service. Not sure what’s going on and feeling a little anxious about the situation, I don’t answer with words — I just turn my body to him and watch him expectantly. 

My eyes flicker to Sam real quick, who’s closer to the opposite end of the freezers now. He’s looking over here though, and when his eyes catch mine, he mouths “Go!” and motions his arm towards the front end of the store. Maybe he got caught socializing or something… wouldn’t doubt that there’s probably heavy surveillance in here. Man.

I look back at Sam’s boss as he says, “I’m going to need you to discard your beverage.”

My brows furrow and I tilt my head. “Why?”

Ah, he’s the asking-questions-is-talking-back type: He huffs a deep breath and tilts his head as if to mimic me, clasping his fingers together in front of his ribs. The smile and vein are both still on his face.

“It is not only unacceptable to bring your own food into a grocery store,” he strains, “but I cannot have you spilling your drink all over our products.”

…I haven’t spilled anything. What does he think I am, some crusty little kid? 

Damn, this is bringing out a rage that I haven’t experienced since working behind a Joja desk. I didn’t know I was even capable of it anymore. Must be something about the overstimulatingly bright blues, or the blindingly white strips of lights. Same ones we had above each cubicle in the office.

My anxiety is rapidly replaced with a petty yearn to cause a ruckus as I realize that I don’t work for Joja anymore. I never have to even come here again, actually.

I don’t answer to this fucko! I don’t answer to anyone!

Screw this guy!

Feeling courageous, I put on my own customer service mask as I inquire, “Do you want me to spill this on your products?”

“E-excuse me?!”

I hover the cup near the cards, tilting it a little. Doing a little eyebrow wiggle too for good measure. “It feels like you dooo.”

“I— w-what are you doing?”

Seb would be so proud if he were here. Not sure how Magnus would react, but I’d like to imagine he’d support me too.

Completely on impulse, I bring the cup in front of me and splash a little coffee in the man’s direction instead of the cards’. The now-lukewarm liquid splatters onto the white button-down beneath his jacket and rapidly seeps into the fabric, leaving a light brown, unsightly splotch.

Sick, got him where it hurts and none got on the floor! Less work for Sam!

Making sure my voice is just as cheery as Morris was trying to keep his, I cap this off, “Stop treating your employees like crap and stop treating complete strangers like children, asshole.”

This feels so good. My heart is racing and my pits feel a little moist and I might just end up an anxious mess the second I walk away, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t cool as fuck in the moment. When Leah asked me last week if Magnus ever wanted to go apeshit, it didn’t even occur to me how badly I wanted to go apeshit.

I walk down the nearest aisle as Morris continues sputtering something about me leaving, paying for this, whatever.

Shane’s kneeled down in the middle of the aisle stocking shelves. He faces me for a moment and grins slyly. “That was cool as hell.” Why does this feel so validating? “A woman after my own heart.” 

HUH?

I blink that fucking flashbang away — seriously, the last time I saw him he was still being a dick, and today he’s treating every interaction like we’re fully acquainted, if not more, what the heck — as he turns away to scan items onto the shelf again.

“I really didn’t do much…” I really didn’t. Just kinda caused a minor inconvenience for the guy. 

My hands are shaking though, so it must be catching up to me.

“That still took some balls.” He glimpses at me briefly and adds, “Y’look like you might cry, though. Get outta here before I change my mind about you.”

I huff out a quiet laugh and steady Sam’s — well, my, now — coffee in both hands. “On it, boss.”

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[lexsssu]

Bewitched (Wizard | Magnus Rasmodius)

TAGS: Wizard/F!reader, married sex, fluff, smut, simping, oneshot Ao3 ver.

“Mere words can never express how much joy you’ve brought into my life from the moment I met you…And to finally become one with you in the hopes of conceiving a miracle of love is almost too much for this old magi’s heart to bear…”

Magnus has lived…for a VERY long time.

So long, in fact, that he’d long forgotten even the name he was bestowed with upon his birth. 

He’d lived through countless wars and watched again and again as humanity sunk into the deepest pits of depravity and despair before picking itself back up. There’s not much he had yet to see or experience after millennia of existence.

However, that all changed the moment you arrived in Stardew Valley, particularly Pelican Town. As the valley’s designated protector, he knew all the secrets within his territory, and especially the people that went in and out of it.

So, with the arrival of a new farmer who would take up the mantle of her deceased grandfather, someone he’d also come to respect and was good acquaintances with, Magnus had high hopes for you.

Now, if only he knew just how you’d so easily bewitch him with whatever magics you seemed to hide beneath your facade of innocence.

Despite having lived for so long and having experienced being married once before, none of his past experiences could ever prepare him for the force that is simply YOU.

Magnus feels like a young, inexperienced boy all over again as he offers you an extra life elixir he ‘accidentally’ made while brewing an order. His traitorous heart kept beating like a drum as his fingers brushed against yours.

Internally, he chastises himself for behaving in such a way that was unbecoming of a master magic user, especially towards his own (technically) apprentice and friend. 

But his carefully crafted walls all crumble to dust when you bless him with such a warm and genuine smile that has his knees practically buckling beneath him and heat crawling all the way to the tips of his ears.

The day you presented him with a mermaid pendant was the best day of his life because it made him feel like everything he’d gone through, the countless years he’d spent alone and wallowing in his own pity, was worth it. 

Despite having spent three days with barely any sleep to take care of all the preparations for your wedding, Magnus would do it all over again just to marry you. 

The lively ceremony itself isn’t what he looked forward to the most, but having your short nails leaving faint red scratches on his back as you broke in your new marriage bed certainly is.

You looked like a nymph sent straight from the heavens with your hair spread across the pillows and your moans, the sweetest symphony to his ears alongside the erotic squelch of your pussy each time he pushed himself into you as deep as he could go.

#lexsssu writes #stardew valley #stardew valley wizard #sdv x reader #sdv wizard x reader #stardew valley wizard x reader #magnus rasmodius #magnus rasmodius x reader #stardew valley x reader #crossposted on ao3

[babiebom]

may i request D, M, Y for sve magnus rasmodius? if you dont write for him then elliott is fine!

tysm :]

A/N: I DO! And bc you were so nice I’ll write for both of them <333 both will be on this post!! Luckily for me he is one of those characters that even though in main game he isn’t romanceable I still took the time to bother him.

Tw:sexual content

Alphabet Post Masterlist

Rasmodius

D-Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like when he first gained an interest in you he began watching you. Like obviously he’s not following you around, but I think with his magic it’s possible that he just watches you from his tower at all times. Low key creepy but then again he’s a wizard that has been alone for a long time. He tries hard to give you privacy but if you start doing something…on the more sexual side while he’s watching it’s not his fault.

M-Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Your scent, your looks, just you. As I said he’s been lonely for a while and being lonely for that long and finding someone that wants him for him even when he was being an ass means that just about everything you do is attractive to him. The fact that you want him at all is enough to get him going.

Y-Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If I am being honest I think our resident wizard has a VERY high libido. With him having an ex wife and in my opinion having smashed Caroline, I think when he has a significant other he always wants to smash. However I think that when Caroline went back to Pierre and before you starting being in a relationship with him I think he would do some magic to make it go away.

Elliott

D-Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Writes smut of you. Like when he first becomes friends with you, you live in his mind RENT FREE. he spends a lot of time writing about you, making you the main character in his romance novels. Obviously he would change names, but when he writes one and finishes it he asks you for your opinion on it. He ascends if you like his writing.

M-Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Similar to Rasmodius, it’s you in all your glory that gets him going, that added with his imagination gets him ready to fuck. Also if you praise him in any way whatsoever he is ready, if you’re needy he’s ready, if you want him in any way he is ready. He also sometimes wakes up because he had a really good dream and needs to act it out right away.

Y-Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think he has a relatively high libido. But only when he’s dating. I don’t think he is a sexual man all the time, there’s just something about you that makes him horny and he can’t control it. I also think that when he gets in his writing moods his libido goes down unless you make it clear that you are needy.

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[lilmothgf]

Poly harvey/farmer/Rasmodius

shy nervous introverts? sign me up!!!!!

absolutely crack pair but i've been playing SVE & romancable rasmodius and I feel like they'd get along well

if you disagree with me..well ur wrong. sorry

gender neutral afab reader, pregancy/babies mention cuz these guys are family men!!..not proofread we die like men

You managed to introduce Harvey & Magnus to each other during Spirit's Eve, they were both awkward and cute but eventually found some common ground between Harveys interest in Medicine and Magnus in the arcane

Harvey probably struggled REALLY hard at first trying to talk to Magnus, i mean, both of these boys would struggle, they are both just so awkward and not use to talking to people?? Thankfully they have you for a buffer but u can bet harvey is sitting there stumbling over his words😭

When you propose polyamory to them you set up clear ground rules and make it clear they can set rules with you too, you also made it clear you were ONLY interested in them but if they said no it's okay too..

Harvey & Magnus are probably the LEAST jealous bachelors of the town so I could see them giving it a chance.

They are also the most mature out of the singles in town...

They aren't interested in dating each other but they will get along with each other and probably form a close relationship. I can see Magnus trying to introduce Harvey to healing magic.

Also Harvey will try to give herbal remedies to Magnus for his Insomnia.. Which Magnus has BAAAD... Though he might also try to treat his chronic nightmares.

Though now that Magnus has you guys in his life the nightmares aren't so bad anymore :]

...still has a hard time sleepin tho.

ummm.. both of these guys want kids so I sure hope you want a big family!!

if you choose to carry their kids u bet these guys gonna take care and pamper you right up until the births, nooo doing farmwork in the last few trimesters!! Harvey will be ... heckin stressed to say the least tho. He has to deliver his own babies??? lort...

Of course adoption is a possibility too, they don't mind. Whatever farmer prefers.

Magnus often stays home to care for the kiddos since you and Harvey both have day jobs, so he makes having a big family easier.

They love being dads, they are so thankful farmer for u giving them this chance. ❤️❤️❤️

Both Magnus & Harvey are gentle parents :)

#stardew valley #self insert #magnus rasmodius #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x reader #sdv rasmodius x reader

[babiebomsmasterlist]

For all your Stardew Valley Needs!

Headcanons

Abigail Gen Headcanons

Bachelors as Dere's

Bachelorette's as Dere's

Bachelorette's as Memes I Have Saved in my Phone.

Stardew Characters and where they fall in the Omegaverse

Sebastian x Autistic!Reader headcanons(NSFW)

How I felt about the Bachelor/ettes my first playthrough

How Many Kids I think The Bachelor/ettes would (want to) have

Age and Height headcanons

Rasmodius x Reader Love Languages

Sdv Bachelor/ettes as Hatchetfield Characters

Sdv Bachelor/ettes as Doctor Who Companions

Sdv Bachelor/ettes at Thanksgiving Dinner

Mr.Qi x FTM!Reader (nsfw)

Harvey x Witch!Reader

Alex x Reader and Sam x Reader at the Harvestfest Fortune Teller

Oneshots

Bachelor/ette's as Relationship Tropes(+Victor/Sophia)

Bachelor/ettes with a S/O that loves their plush

Sam teaching you guitar!

Sam protecting you from harassment!

The Wizard and I (Rasmodius x Reader)

Sebastian x Autistic!reader smut Drabble

Reader Insert Fics

When You Fall(Sebastian x Reader)

Fics with Oc's

The Woman Who Fell to Earth

Character Fics

N/A

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[studentinpursuitofclouds]

may i request sve bachelors x a masc reader who is not human? idk like a dragon or some other magical being? just snippets of their chaotic lives together and the bachelors reactions to finding out what the farmer is? thanks!

Of course, dear anon! ☺️ Thanks for the ask! 🫰💕

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Magnus Rasmodius:

"Well... That explains a lot." Magnus was still in shock, because it wasn't every day that you saw your friend and apprentice turn into a dragon right in front of your own to knock out the Witch with a single spit of fire and make her fly away. The wizard was so struck by this fact of seeing a mythical creature that he forgot about his ex-wife and her intentions to once again try to ruin his garden.

"And what exactly is that?" Their voice hasn't changed in any way, it's still the same Farmer. The huge reptile didn't seem to be worried about hiding at all anymore.

"Such a powerful flow of magic within you that I felt when we first met."

Magnus stepped a little closer, never stopping to gaze into the ruby-red scales that glistened under the moonlight.

"I’m just wondering: why didn’t you introduce yourself from the very beginning that you are not entirely human?"

"Well, how did you imagine that? 'Hello Mr. Wizard, I am a dragon. Nice to meet ya', or something like that?" In a second, Farmer turned back into his human form, and for some reason he scratched the back of his head nervously.

"You're not going to turn me in to the Ministry, are you?"

"If you promise not to scorch my tower and whole Pelican Town all over. And no flying with Morgan," like a child, Magnus threatened the Farmer with a finger, to which the 'not quite human' snorted a little defiantly, but after a moment nodded to the wizard in agreement.

Lance:

Lance had seen many wonders in his adventurous life, but climbing on the dragon's back while waiting to fly was an indescribable sensation. To be honest, the pink-haired man never realised how he had immediately agreed to Farmer's invitation to fly in the Highlands.

*Chuckle* Yesterday, his spouse announces that he is a dragon, and today they already offered to fly together.

Spreading his mighty wings, the Farmer spread out and soared into the sky, cutting through the wind and laughing loudly.

"Hold on tight, Lance."

And he did - wrapped his arms around the dragon's massive neck and held on as tightly as he could, preparing to fly.

"One flight and you'll be forever the envy of everyone who can soar in the sky!" Rejoicing and flapping hid wings louder, Farmer flew higher and higher as Lance looked at the clouds up close and marvelled at how quickly they had gotten off the ground.

It was definitely a day he would never forget.

Victor:

"Dear, c'mon, this is ridiculous! You took the news quite ok, so what makes you think your mom would react any differently?" Farmer would never have thought that his lover would push them through the window of his house like that. As if they were both some teenagers!

"Because - ugh, you're heavy! - Because my mother and I are different people! I want to bring her to the truth that you're not human step by step. So you need to fly away before she sees you."

"Hey, what do you mean, heavy? You hurt my feelings! Besides, Olivia's gonna be fine with it. It's not like I'm a thief or a murderer or... anything bad."

Victor exhaled tiredly and and gave up on trying to push the Farmer further into the window, as Farmer's scaly wings were just getting in the way.

"Let's take it slow. Please, love..." Here we go, Victor's puppy dog eyes again, Farmer thought. After all, this spaghetti lover knows perfectly well that this is Farmer's weakness.

"All right, have it your way, but I can just transfo..." Before Farmer could finish speaking, there was a knock at the door of the room.

"Victor! I heard some noise. What happened there?"

"Oh, Mother is here! Quick, you need to leave-" in a flash the Farmer took on human form again, just as Olivia came in.

"Victor Jenkins! Why is your room such a mess- Oh, Farmer! I didn't realise you had stopped by for a visit! Come on downstairs, I'll make jasmine tea for everyone."

Victor's heart was pounding frantically. His mother would have had to take a sedative instead of tea if she had seen Farmer in his dragon form. At least Farmer had listened to him in time, phew.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #thanks for the ask! #sve victor #sve lance #sve magnus #sve headcanon

[dykeobsidianblock]

Characters I personally write for

These are the characters I personally write for, if you don't see a character on this list than it means I either dont write for them or forgot to add them to this list. If youre unsure than ask whether or I write for them

Red means I only write romantic x reader for them, Blue means I only write platonic/familial x reader for them, Green means I only write sexual x reader for them and Pink means I write romantic, sexual and platonic/familial x reader for them

Under the cut since it ended up getting longer than I expected

The Arcana:

Lucio

Muriel

Portia

Nadia

Volta

Vlastomil

Nafizah

Nahara

Natiqa

The Muppets*

The Electric Mayhem (Dr Teeth, Lips, Floyd Pepper, Janice, Zoot and Animal)

Walter

Miss Piggy

Denise

Constantine

Rowlf

Clifford

*I only write for human versions of the Muppets

Empires SMP (Both s1 and s2):

Scott

Jimmy

Pixl

Lizzie

Pearl

Katherine

Shubble

Gem

Sausage

Oli

False

Joey

Life Series:

Grian

Scar

Bigb

Ren

Jimmy

Mumbo

Lizzie

Cleo

Martyn

Pearl

Scott

Impulse

Tango

Origins SMP:

Scott

Sparklez

Create SMP:

Keralis

Scar

Tango

Zedaph

Witchcraft SMP:

Joey

Scott

Cleo

Shubble

Hermitcraft:

Grian

Scar

Mumbo

Xisuma

Keralis

Ren

Renbob

Hypno

Doc

Gem

Wels

False

Stress

Pearl

Cleo

Zedaph

Wormman

Impulse

Tango

Pirates SMP:

Sausage

Martyn

Oli

Pokemon:

Champion Cynthia

Elite 4 Hassel

Champion Alder

Commander Kamado

Team Rocket Jessie

Team Rocket James

Trial Captain Kiawe

Team Aqua Archie

Team Magma Maxie

Professor Kukui

Champion Steven Stone

Gym Leader Iono

Gym Leader Kofu

Gym Leader Katy

Gym Leader Lt. Surge

Professor Birch

Professor Rowan

Subway Master Ingo

Subway Master Emmett

Elite 4 Marshal

Elite 4 Siebold

Elite 4 Drasna

Elite 4 Malva

Elite 4 Wikstrom

Champion Diantha

Gym Leader Wulfric

Aether Foundation Wicke

Team Skull Guzma

Ultra Recon Dulse

Ultra Recon Zossie

Gym Leader Milo

Champion Leon

Gym Leader Raihan

Gym Leader Melony

(Former) Champion Peony

Gym Leader Nessa

Gym Leader Kabu

Galaxy Clan Cyllene

Professor Laventon

Diamond Clan Iscan

Diamond Clan Adaman

Pearl Clan Palina

Rival Arven

Rival Nemona

Gym Leader Ryme

Teacher Tyme

Professor Sada

Teacher Raifort

Teacher Saguaro

Stardew Valley:

Elliott

Clint

Gunther

M. Rasmodius

Marnie

Haley

Maru

Demetrius

Leah

Seven Deadly Sins:

King

Diane

Escanor

Gilthunder

Howzer

Gowther

Jericho

Guila

Griamore

Naruto:

Kakashi

Sakura

Naruto

Sasuke

Gai

Rock Lee

Tenten

Kankuro

Choji

Obey Me:

Asmodeus

Lucifer

Leviathan

Luke

Simeon

Diavolo

Beelzebub

Barbatos

#long post #forpinned.txt #dykeobsidianblock.txt

[thesecondplacename]

Hi! I just found your blog and I really like it ☺️

I love Sebastian from SV and I have one idea in mind for a long time 😅

So... Seb x son of Rasmodius (and also Abby half brother)

If you don't like it - just ignore

Stay cool~~✨✨

Title: A new arrival

Summery: Moving to to your grandfather old farm, wanting to become closer to your father.

Note: Hello! Thank you for the ask, i hope you enjoy.

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Having moved to the old farmhouse was a new experience, Robin had shown me around meeting the town people. They were an odd group of people but a close knit community. The farmhouse was a sight the years had weathered it down and no longer held its former glory.

Deciding to go see my father I had made my way to the plaza going up to the first person I saw, in hopes of finding where to locate my father’s house. The first thing that got my attention was a man with shaggy black hair, a large part seemed to cover over half his face, and he was alone.

“Hello there, do you happen to know a man named Rasmodius?” Jumping at the sound of my voice, he snapped his head around. I got a good look at him, he wore all black and his dark eyes eyeing me up and down.

“You mean that old wizard guy?” I couldn't contain my laughter at that, wounding if that was what he was known for. Smiling at him I could see blush rising on his cheeks.

“Yes, that ‘old wizard guy’.” He turned his head to the side and scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed that I mocked the way he addressed my dad.

“Yeah, he lives past the place that sells animals, hard to miss the big old tower.” He seemed to debate something before speaking up. “You’re new here, right?”

“Yeah, I just moved here, I wanted to get closer to my dad. I wanted to get away from the cities too loud you know?” Trying to relate make conversion.

“You’re dad?” His eyes widened at the resistion.“The wizard is your dad! I’m sorry I didn’t know.” His face turned bright red.

“It’s ok you met no harm, but if you want you buy me a drink” It was my turn to blush at my own boldness.

“Ummh, have a drink with you?” It was like the thought that I would ask him out was outrageous, by the way he seemed to look at me like I was joking with him. “That's not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking?” confusion swept through me. “Excuse me if I come off as rude but I mean it and I actually have to get going. My dad is waiting for me, but if you do come around to agreeing to go out with me feel free to stop by.” Smiling softly at him before heading off.

He looked at me like I just gave him a difficult puzzle to solve, waving him bye before leaving and slightly hoping that he would take me up on the offer to go out.

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#stardew valley #stardew fanfic #stardew sebastian #male reader #sebastian x male reader #sdv rasmodius

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I know you have it tumblr give me the rasmodius x reader content please

#rasmodius #the wizard #stardew valley #stardew valley x reader

[asakiooi]

The Flower that Walked Alongside the Star

You decide on a whim during the night to make a trip to the forest in order to make up for your lack of summer forages.

It was already dark out by the time you walked onto the path that connected your farm to Marnies Ranch. It was your unfortunate luck that your daily visits to the mine busied you away from your duties in the forest, and you neglected to remember that you were short on the summer forageables. The lack of grapes from your fridge reminded you so.

So, out of stubbornness for wasting the day away in the mines, you chose to spend the night out collecting what you could in the forest before the crows could take its yield.

With your satchel by your side you trudged along the dirt path directly leading you into Cindersap forest. The weeds moved swiftly to the soft melodies of the wind, giving a small whish as you walked passed them. The trees stood still in the night, the summer air still stuffy despite the blue moon in the sky.

You took a deep breath in natures pathway, tonight was like any other. And yet, it seemed like there was something to anticipate for in your journey for a few berries and sweet peas.

You felt something in you stir as you walked. An urge to look up over the cliff to your right had overtaken your instincts. Your eyes crossed that certain path that would have taken you to his tower.

You knew better that it was simply your own feelings that instinctively made your head turn, but you still couldn’t explain that burning sensation in your chest despite being sure of them.

Still, you shook your head and continued walking down the path. The trees grew denser now, your footsteps made a crunchy sound over the small grass blades. Now, you were deep into the forest away from everyone in town.

The moon still gave light to your surroundings, that, you were grateful for. If you had came here during your early spring days there would have been no doubt that you would have been calling for help now. Now that you were accustomed to the forests strange mazes it was simply like any other walk you had previously taken here.

You give your arm a small crank up with a hefty huff to revitalize your energy. You give yourself a small boost of enthusiasm then set off in different directions to maximize your outputs for the day.

The birds chirped softly into the night. You were sure an owl hooted with the moonlight. A snag of twigs stuck somewhere on your hair. But you made sure to set your pace in the forest with care.

A few grape vines here and there, sweet peas hidden near the trees, and spice berries infiltrating your sense of smell to your luck. All was well and you were fortunate enough to find some common mushrooms as well. Good for thick soups, you thought.

Finally with a crack of your back from exhaustion, you contently rub your neck and turn around. Yards away from the forests exit, you take your time to gather yourself steady before your scheduled sleepiness could take over.

As you walk closer to the exit you feel a sudden shift of energies drawing you back. Your feet stops in its movement.

It was not fear, nor was it dread. Instead you were driven by sudden curiosity. Carefully, you turn your head in the direction of the mystery that had captured you so.

There stood a figure almost blending in with the darkness of the trees, yet illuminated by the soft blue moonlight. Your eyes shifted to his unique purple hair. Oh, you thought, it’s Magnus. But what was he doing here in the night?

You unknowingly took a step forward and his face snapped to your direction.

“You…? … What are you doing here?” He said with a strict tone.

Even from this distance you could tell he was narrowing his eyes at you. But you could also tell it was not hostile.

Magnus walks towards you in a swift motion. His eyes gleamed with multiple colors, you were enchanted by them. Quickly as you examined him, quickly he made his way in front of you.

Standing almost closely to your breath, Magnus speaks again.

“It’s late now. Just what do you think you’re doing outside here this hour?”

You contemplated on giving him an honest answer and potentially getting a lecture. You also contemplated on asking him the same question. However, it seemed like the both of you were too haggard to even start a long conversation now. Much less even you teasing him.

Instead you gave him sorry excuse, a villager wanting a spice berry for tomorrow’s dinner. You even made quite the dramatic inclusion of Clint’s name in the request. You silently apologized to him, in your mind.

Magnus stayed silent. Then he sighed. He put his hand on his temple then lowered it. His facial expression was stoic, yet his brows furrowed.

“You should not put yourself in harms way just for someone’s appetite. You have grown too-…”

Magnus stopped for a moment. You tilted your head slightly in concern.

“… No. Never mind.”

He sighed and looked like he wanted to say something more, a deep feeling in you wanted to probe him. Magnus moved to your right and began walking past.

“Come. I’ll walk back with you until we’re out of the forest.” He said to you without looking back.

You wonder what he was going to say back there, but with a quick dismissal on the thought you clutch onto your bag and jog forward before he can completely disappear.

Your body catches up with his, quickly enough that you were able to match his pace. Now you were walking besides him along the dirt path you’ve always walked on. You’ve never done this with him before. Even though the both of you were friends, which was a title you were pushing for, the most you ever did was initiate conversations with him at his tower.

Your thoughts swirled to shy yet bold thoughts. Heat began to grow on your cheeks and ears. You wanted to say something, but what?

“Take a notice on how the energies stir tonight. The stars, did you notice them?”

Your attention shifted to him quickly. Magnus’ stoic gaze stood upon on you. His eyes silently shimmered at finally catching your attention, if he meant for it to be subtle, then he failed. He awaited for your response and you flusteredly shook your head ‘no’. Your embarrassed reaction made your head turn straight ahead. Magnus chuckled and hummed in response to your reaction.

You were taken aback by this.

It was weird. If this was the Magnus you met at the tower on that day he made you drink mud and moss, he would have definitely not laughed at you just now. When you look back again his eyes now face forward, much to your disappointment.

“I see. Then why not take a moment to now? I’m sure familiarizing yourself with it now will help in your studies greatly, seeing as you’ve taken a large interest in this area.” He said to you as if nothing had happened just now.

He stopped walking and turned his body towards you. Magnus stretched his left hand outwards and you could see the faint magic that resembled the stars swirling about his fingers.

“This is a result of the summer nights energies. This season is perfect for one’s hold on it. Though during the day it remains strong, the nights are just as powerful if one is to manage their energies correctly.” He explains with detail.

The magic fades from his fingers and he lowers his hand. Just like a bird resting its wings, his hand completely disappears within his cloak once more. Magnus raises his head and looks up at the sky. You follow in suit.

Your eyes widened in awe of the world. The stars, they shined brightly ever more than you have realized. The night sky reflected in different shades of colors. Back at the city, you would have never taken your time to admire sights like these. After all, they were always plagued with the consequences of smoke and gas.

But here in the valley, unfettered by skyscrapers and busy streets, you could actually see the night sky prominent with the stars that surrounded your world.

Tonight however, it fared better than ever. A sense of nostalgia bursts within you, despite never having seen something like this. It made you confused, and perhaps a bit overwhelmed.

“Do not be afraid. The sky energies tonight dance with the stars, and in result have taken the shade of many colors that one barely lives to see.”

Magnus’ voice brings you back down to earth. When you finally bring your head back down Magnus is already again staring at you. His eyes were strangely glossy, as if he had taken the energies of the stars himself through his eyes.

“The stars, while a productive subject in one’s studies and curiosity to learn even more about, can be simply enjoyed on nights like these, no?”

The wind runs past your face. A shiver erupts from your body and you bring both of your arms together to warm yourself. Magnus then transforms his face in concern.

“Ah, are you cold? Hmm. Perhaps not tonight then. Do not worry. Nights like these are common in summer. Instead, we’ll continue as we have. Come, you must get home to warm yourself up properly.” He smiles at you softly and waits for you to compose yourself before walking again.

Magnus’ smile was rare. In beginning you wondered if he even smiled at all. It was something you rarely saw. Whenever he did smile, however, you took the time to memorize the way the corners of his mouth would crinkle.

You nod and sheepishly smile back at him, walking alongside each other once more.

The two of you eventually made it out of the trenches of the forest. Magnus’ tower was just up ahead and he was about to part for the night. In some way, you selfishly wanted him to stay next to you for a little while longer.

Walking up together on the path and finally at the crossroad, Magnus speaks up once more.

“… I never did thank you properly for dancing with me at the flower festival. I’ve… never thought in my entire life that I would participate in such affairs. Yet, you proved me wrong.”

You could see tints of flush on Magnus’ face.

“… Thank you for that. I truly appreciate it. Alongside everything you’ve done for me so far. I know I’m not the easiest person to befriend but… I’m glad you chose me as someone worth talking to.”

Magnus smiles softly at you again. This time, the corners of his mouth reach closer to his eyes.

You didn’t know if you smiled or not, what you could tell however was that you could no longer waver in your feelings anymore. Whatever Magnus saw on your face right now, would have to be saved for later, you supposed.

But before you could say anything, Magnus cleared his throat and averted his eyes, though the flush stayed on his cheeks evidenced by the moonlight shining on his form. It brings clarity to your mind.

“You’ve done well these past few weeks on your studies in the arcane. Like the buds you grow on your farm, you are blooming greatly as I have predicted. Your dedication is admirable, continue to learn something new everyday. Goodnight.”

Magnus steps to the side and begins to walk the path towards his home.

“…I hope to see you again in my tower soon.”

And his form begins to shrink as he walks further and further away. You already miss the feeling of his presence besides you.

The motions of your body move you towards the path between Marnies ranch and your land. The late night calls for your rest and warmth. Your home wasn’t too far though, so you decided to take your time to admire the sights, as Magnus had told you so.

Your eyes fall on the stars once more. For some reason now, they seemed a bit dim to you. Yes, it was colorful and beautiful.

… But nothing could compare to the stars you saw in Magnus when you were in the forest together.

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FAWY Minis | Ch. 5 (Magnus Rasmodius POV)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Notes: This one’s during the flower dance chapter, as well as 18 and 19!

I never really considered Magnus’ inner dialogue much, mostly just focusing on magicky stuff with him, so I wanted to play around with that. I feel like he’d be a bit insecure, maybe even anxious, when it comes to fitting in, romance, etc. He’s just good at hiding it. I tried to portray that a bit.

Btw, g/n = grandpa’s name. Wasn’t sure if y’all would want a named grandpa or to insert your own grandpa in there, so I kept it customizable to be safe!

I hope you enjoy x

[If you're new here - hi! Please see chapter 18 of the main story (below) for a visual reference to the wizard - I refer to a modded version throughout the fic!! I do recommend you read at least up to chapter 31 of the main story before reading this though, so as to avoid spoilers.]

Falling Away With You (main story)

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It’s her.

It’s… it’s actually her.

I’d overheard the discussion of a new resident moving onto Mooncrest during one of my periodic visits to Gus’ kitchen. I’d heard the assumptions — which I now know to be true, given her appearance — that it was going to be (g/n)’s granddaughter. 

How could I not have foreseen how significant she would be to me, though?

Oftentimes the spirits give me somewhat of a hint, a little spark of my senses to let me know if something important is happening. Something worth looking into. Something like this, damn it. A wee reminder to not only be more aware of the world around me outside of my work, but to perhaps take the time and effort to foresee what’s to come in my near future.

I feel a subtle vibration in my fingers. 

Are they toying with me? Is that what this is?

Feeling the zaps of their rebuttal through my limbs, I come to the conclusion that they are. 

But… why wait..?

More tingling. 

That was rhetorical, you obviously can’t answer m—

One last buzz, and I feel the spirits’ presence fade. Sigh.

Cheeky little phenomena, they are. I can only hope to ever commune with them in a plane of existence where we can see one another. For now… I might as well be a loon, telepathically speaking with invisible sprites that communicate through touch above all else.

…As though this scenario as a whole — now paying particular attention to not just my potential daughter, but my soulmate as well, all from a row of particularly bountiful bushes — makes me any less of a loon.

I shake the feeling that I’m being strange and that this is probably unnecessary , and I focus on the task at hand. I still am keen on determining whether or not I’ve any relation to Abigail. No use giving up now that I’m here.

My eyes flit to the girl, her hair as vibrant as my own. She’s laughing with her friends, tentatively sipping the punch I saw Pamela spiking with cheap liquor earlier.

I wish I could get close enough to see if there’s any bit of an arcane link connecting us. I desire answers, damn it, not to spend every chance I get contemplating my lineage while hiding just out of view.

I shut my eyes, rubbing them with a thumb and forefinger. 

Just when I believe I can calm my high emotions, my mind wanders to another circumstance that’s haunted me for years. Not nearly as many, but I digress. 

For Abigail to be friends with Sebastian was not exactly improbable, but it is funny, in an ironic way.

Of course Abigail would befriend my former apprentice. One I was rather fond of, at that.

I observe him for a moment. It’s rare to see him in anything brightly colored, aside from occasions such as this, where it’s a requirement. He looks quite handsome, if I do say so.

Is it silly of me to wonder if he’s ever thought the same of me? Is this just another instance of my insecurities controlling my thought process? Or is that a normal thing to think about, and I’ve merely forgotten, given how long it’s been since my last romantic endeavor?

That’s unimportant, I suppose.

Although… he must’ve had some reason for abruptly halting his apprenticeship with me. 

Perhaps to him I was no more than some wretch living in a tower, far from Pelican Town’s main population for reasons unbeknownst to him. He could have asked, of course, but I wouldn’t exactly put it against him to keep his opinions to himself. I mean, look at me. I don’t resemble any of these townsfolk, do I? And of course here I am, spying on them rather than partaking in their activities firsthand, and I spend most of my time in my home when I could be out here socializing, and I’m sure my lack of socialization with non-elementals could be off-putting.

Sure, those who know of me don’t typically enjoy my presence, but…

I don’t know.

God. Now I’m a loon who’s spying and in a vicious pit of self-hatred that I buried myself in from the outskirts of the event.

Lovely.

Perhaps I should go… I’m not being very productive in my research anyway.

I chance one last look towards our newest farmer. I feel another tingle. A pull to her that’s far too tempting to succumb to. As though I want to just leap onto the field and say something to her. Anything.

How do I even go about getting closer to someone I’ve no reason to commune with? Marie worked at a shop, so it was quite easy to befriend her. The others… I had nary a clue where they were or what they were doing. This is an entirely new situation for me.

The farmer’s eyes flicker to mine. I feel the same thunderous commotion in my limbs and my belly as I did when Marie and I first met. God above, this girl has the same bright flush to her cheeks, the same gentle yet piercing gaze… which is… on me…

Oh. 

Shit.

My eyes widen, as do hers. 

She appears to be just as compelled to gravitate to me as I am to her. She takes half of a step forward before looking around at the townspeople and securing herself back in her corner. Thank goodness. If she were to come over here, it would only draw more suspicion as to why the resident recluse in the woods is staring at all these people…

“I know that look, Mag.”

I let gaze shift to Linus’ as his words resonate in my head and can practically feel my irises’ change of hue. I’ve been caught by him as well. Thank the spirits he’s a friend — he knows why I’m here.

“You do indeed.”

“So, (y/n), huh?”

Is that her name, then? It’s lovely…

“Yes,” I answer.

“Is it an attraction, or do you think she’s..?”

“Absolutely. Both.”

“Better get going before you freak her out, then.”

“As if I haven’t already, you know damn well she’s looking at me right now .”

He grins huffs out a silent chuckle before turning to face the dancers once more. “I’m just saying, you could be a tad bit more subtle, boy. Go.”

I sigh. I can still feel (y/n)’s eyes boring into me as I teleport back home, feeling morose rather than embarrassed.

Later in the evening, I succumb to my desire to more formally meet her and go through the lengthy, exhausting process of searching into the future. 

I’m overjoyed to learn that she’ll come to me. That is far less pressure. It gives me time to prepare, too. To look more presentable, or clean, or… I don’t know. I know I can’t prevent the inevitable, but I don’t want to make the process unenjoyable for either of us, obviously. 

When (y/n) eventually does arrive, I’m delighted to learn that not only is she an absolutely lovely being inside and out, but she’s magically inclined as well. I use this as a cover for her impulses to visit my tower:

“One may grow connected to the elements — hence, why you were so heavily drawn toward my abode over time,” I tell her.

It’s not entirely deceitful, and the last thing I want to do is scare her by proclaiming that our destiny brought us to this very moment. 

I lean into being “old” and “wise” as well, referring to her and other townspeople of roughly her age as “young.” I overdo it though, I believe, as she calls me out on it. I don’t take any issue in revealing my true age given I’d likely be closer to her age — maybe a decade or so older — if I were a human. 

I catch her staring a few times throughout our first meeting. I’ve no way to discern whether it’s due to attraction, or if she’s merely judging me, but it piques my curiosity either way. I probe her thoughts a few times for good measure — which (y/n) calls me out on as well, so I know now that I must show restraint. It’s mostly habitual, and I say that much. She understands.

She seems exceptionally sweet and caring. Awfully curious, for sure. A little strange too, but who am I to judge? I’m rather strange myself. And she’s funny, to boot, unless it’s my own giddiness leading me to assume so.

When she leaves, I’m sure to give her a proper send off. Perhaps it’s dramatic, but I’m inclined to believe she enjoys how eccentric this situation as a whole has been. She seemed awfully giddy herself, at times.

“There are many adventures ahead for you and I,” I project before she wanders too far. “I truly look forward to your company, (y/n).”

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[lexsssu]

I'm 5 days into my new playthrough and its been raining for 3 days so i can't activate the community center and meet Razzy 😭

(Attatched: Lucifiel. i tried my best, but i couldn't remember the full description, i should've just done a darker skin tone cuz everything washed out. She's got white hair and yellow eyes and silvery horns and little bat wings cuz i thought it was cute)

The idea of Lucifiel!Reader meeting modern Razzy suddenly got me into a witing mood so here's some headcanons asdfghjkl:

Lucifiel!Reader who’s found by Farmer’s family in Zuzu City and is practically adopted into their little family. Farmer grows up with the coolest big sister, who’s definitely a magical creature, considering you never grew a day older since you were first found (plus the unconcealed horns, wings & tail of course)

Fast forward years later, farmer is burnt out from her job at Joja and decides to finally quit after finding grandpa’s inheritance. Of course, she can’t uproot her entire life and move to a new place all alone, so big sister definitely has to go with her, esp since you were just chilling at home growing all these magical plants in your little garden with mom & dad

While farmer tries to get the hang of farming, you spend your days helping with cleaning up the various weeds, rocks, and logs that have overtaken the farm. And during your free time, you would explore the valley at your leisure

It’s during your wandering that you find yourself walking close to a mysterious tower in Cindersnap forest, which, according to the mayor, was home to Stardew Valley’s local wizard

A few weeks after you’d arrived, farmer receives a letter from the mysterious wizard inviting her to his tower after she’d come across those weird things in the community center. Of course, she won’t be going to some mysterious magic man’s lair without big sister to keep him in check

The last thing she expects is the sheer intensity of the wizard’s gaze upon you as you faced him within his tower. Despite being the shortest person in the room, your mere presence seemed to attract everyone’s attention all the same

“...I had felt the influx of energies within the valley during your arrival and had even observed you both for quite some time, but…”

Farmer’s eyes squinted as she took in the man’s every microexpression, particularly the way his cheeks blossomed into the same shade of pink as cherry blossoms

“...I didn’t expect that meeting you in person would have me reacting in such an uncouth manner…Forgive me for this appearance of mine.”

Looking back to you and seeing an almost identical expression, farmer fought the urge to grin as diabolical thoughts swirled within her mind at the notion of setting you and the obviously very interested wizard together

The thought of bouncing babies with dark heads of purple hair & your shade of gold or ivory white hair with his shade was too tempting to pass up…

#lexsssu speaks #lexsssu writes #stardew valley #stardew valley expanded #stardew valley wizard #sdv wizard #sve wizard #sdv rasmodius #sve rasmodius #magnus rasmodius #magnus rasmodius x reader #sdv wizard x reader #sve wizard x reader

[babiebom]

apologies for my absence- holiday periods are tiring lmao how were they for you? unfortunately we have yet to watch the fnaf movie, as our group is one that is exceedingly difficult to make plans around because we're all busy 💀 but then there's the one guy who doesn't want to leave his house lmao luckily, iv'e been pretty good at staying away from spoilers, so i've got that going for me. on the other hand, i'm planning to go see Trolls 3, and my mother and sister recently went to see the new Wonka movie. Though from what i've heard from a friend, Wonka's no good :// Yeahhh, if i actually commit to the mod, i'd have to learn pixel art and reteach myself code and programming 😭... i used to be somewhat decent at it. oooo yes i love a good choose your own adventure! they're so much fun and i've actually coded 1 of my own :,) it was through Visual Basics though, so the formatting was a bit weird for me lmao if you're going for a visual novel type of look and playability, I'd probably recommend Unity or itch.io? in my experience, Unity is probably easier to use.. theres another website/app i used but i can't recall the name sadly :( if i do i'll get back to you though! i don't have that much of a detailed request this time, but perhaps some fluff and love languages between rasmodius and the reader? or like hcs of rasmodius's evolving interest/thoughts arund the reader before finally getting together? i'd perhaps request nsfw/smut stuff too but tbh i just don't have any ideas 💛 tysmm :D -🔮

A/N: I’m glad you’re okay!! Honestly I’ve been sick these past couple of weeks (I caught pneumonia and had it for a month before going to the hospital. I thought it was a cold oopsies) I haven’t watched anything new recently but I am watching the third season of singles inferno with some friends. And I guess until I can figure out how to make a visual novel I have to write the fic out lmao sucks for me because I think a game would be better but oh well. What can I do? And like always I’ll try to do both!! Check back for the second one!!

Tw: cursing, slight nsfw but no full on smut. Let me know if there’s something I missed!!

Wc: I have no idea! But these are headcanons so 10+ is the goal!!

Sdv Masterlist

Okay so there are five main types of love languages.

Physical touch, Words of Affirmation, Receiving Gifts, Acts of Service, and Quality Time.

I would also like anyone reading this to remember that these love languages are how you want to be loved/receive love not how you show love to others.

I do think that Rasmodius is very connected to himself

And by that I mean I think he knows himself very well, or at least he thinks he knows himself very well.

And for a long time I think he probably thought that Quality Time and Physical Touch were his main two love languages.

I mean idk if it’s canon but in my opinion I do think he cheated on the witch with Caroline

And I’m not gonna go into it here because this isn’t about them, but I think it might’ve had to do with that and his own struggles with temptations.

And I also think gift giving is canon for literally every single character in stardew because that’s the main way to befriend someone.

But I think that after marrying you/beginning to date you he realizes that his actual love language is words of affirmation.

While Physical touch and quality time are still very important to him, being with you makes him see that he really does like being praised.

Like whenever you say that he has done something well, or that you like something he has done his heart flutters as if he were a teenager again.

Especially when it comes to his magic

Like I feel like the townspeople aren’t really fond of him

And they never thank him for the things that he does whenever they actually need him for stuff

Like the haunted maze

Like they’re just talking about how weird he is and how he got it done

But they never stop and say anything that’s positive like WTF

So I think he would appreciate whenever you thank him or praise him and it would go straight to his head (which one idk 👀)

With quality time I feel like you get a lot of it after he moves to the farm

Like unless he’s working in his tower, or you’re off somewhere like in the mines

That you’re like together even if it’s spent in silence

And he loves that

Like he was super lonely before even if he doesn’t want to admit it

So just being in the same room as you counts as quality time for him.

And if you’re doing an activity that’s particularly domestic

He’s in heaven like he doesn’t wanna make it a big deal

But baking and helping you around the farm makes his heart soar.

I think in terms of how he shows love i think he would show it in acts of service and gift giving

Like oh you don’t feel well?

Don’t bother going to the clinic he’s just going to create a potion that stops you from getting sick

You’re afab and you’re having bad cramps during your period?

Consider them gone

Look at this thing he got for you

And while yeah this might seem like either a lot of insincere

In his mind and heart this is how he shows that he appreciates you and wants you to live a good and easy life.

If he can make things easier and less stressful for you

That’s exactly what he’s going to do

He loves you and while he loves receiving attention and love he’s kinda crap at giving it in the same way because he just doesn’t really know how

So this is how he does

He’s VERY romantic sometimes and shows it through gifts and services.

Very cute and a good significant other when you get past his rough exterior.

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[halfmoth-halfman]

Chapter 3 - Sum of Your Parts

Pairing: Maru x Frankenstein’s Monster!Reader Warnings: Brief mentions of blood, gore, and dismemberment A/N: fun fact: i have never romanced maru so i really hope i do her justice here lol

               It’s been a long time since you’ve had visitors.

               Rather, it’s been a long time since he has had visitors. You stand, silent and unmoving, and watch as he paces back and forth, wearing away at the already decaying floorboards of his tower. You can hear him muttering to himself, occasionally catching the words 'magic' and 'farm'. He's been on edge ever since he sent that letter, and it seems today is the day his guest is supposed to come.

               They don't arrive until the afternoon when Rasmodius is reaching the very end of his patience. They don't bother knocking, walking in and standing impatiently near the door. Magic and irritation oozes off of them in droves, their sharp gaze latching onto the Wizard. Rasmodius either doesn't realize or doesn't care about his guest's poor attitude as he launches into his magnificent introductory spiel.

               "I am Rasmodius!" he exclaims with a flourish of his cloak. He's become quite good with his performance, far better than the times you've heard him practicing in his room. "Seeker of the Arcane Truths, Mediary between Physical and Ethereal, Master of the Seven Elementals, Keeper of the Sacred Cha-"

               "I get the point," his guest interrupts.

               "And you!" he continues with a dramatic point towards his guest, "The one whose arrival I have long forsee-"

               "Can we...not do this? Like, let's just...skip all the theatrics and get to the point; I have a pile of geodes I need to crack open, and the Blacksmith closes soon." You don't need to see his face to tell Rasmodius is offended. He scoffs, gesturing to the sigil painted on the brick section of his floor. The guest walks over, standing next to him as he waves his hands.

               A quick flash of light and a green, apple-creature no bigger than a shoebox appears in the sigil's center. It shakes and struggles to move but you know it won't be able to. The Wizard's guest frowns, kneeling down to inspect the creature.

               "You've seen this before, haven't you? They call themselves the 'Junimos'. Mysterious spirits, these ones... For some reason, they refuse to speak with me."

               "Can't imagine why," the guest mumbles, returning to their feet. Another flash of light and the creature, the Junimo, disappears. If you could change colors, you're sure you would be green with envy.

               "I'm not sure why they've moved into the Community Center-"

               "They left this behind in one of the rooms." The guest holds their hands out and, with a familiar flash of light, a golden tablet appears lying in their hands.

               Rasmodius inhales sharply, eyes bouncing between the tablet and his guest. "You're the one I felt enter the Valley," he deduces, "the Witch." He spits the word out like a foul-tasting fruit, narrowing his eyes towards them. His guest, this Witch, blinks at him, thoroughly unintimidated.

               "So, you don't need the tablet or...?"

               Rasmodius scoffs, furiously gesturing to the tablet in their hands, "You shouldn't have even taken this! It doesn't belon-"

               "Oh relax, it's just an image conjuration. I'm not an amateur."

               Rasmodius takes a long, calming breath and steps closer to the Witch, leaning down to examine the tablet. "The language is obscure, but it says-"

               "I can read the tablet."

               "Of course you can."

               "Look," the guest moves to set their hands on their hips, the tablet dissolving into golden mist, "I came here to get information on why the Junimo are here. To find out what their connection is to the Valley. Can you help with that or not?"

               "I'm surprised you don't already know," Rasmodius sneers.

               "Hey, you're the one who sent a letter claiming to have information on them, mister "Seeker of the Arcane Truths". If I knew the only thing you could tell me was what they're called, I wouldn't have bothered coming here."

               Rasmodius huffs, turning away from the Witch with a deep frown. "I should've known you'd be trouble. A few tricks of mild magic and you farmers suddenly think you have the answers to the universe."

               "Can't be that mild if you "felt me" enter the Valley," the Witch shoots back. There's a pregnant pause, Rasmodius pouting as he stares into the green smoke of his cauldron and the Witch glaring at his back. The moment is broken by the chime of the old grandfather clock in the library behind you. The Witch's eyes follow the sound, looking down the hallway next to you before their brow furrows and they look to you.

               Their eyes flash, brief and bright, as they take you in. Their gaze travels over your body and you see them swallow tightly as they meet your unblinking eyes.

               "Who's that?"

               Rasmodius looks over his shoulder, barely sparing you a glance before giving a dismissive wave. "It's a piece of junk, is what it is. Stupid thing couldn't even talk when I bought it."

               "Who'd you buy them from?" The Witch steps towards you, arms folded across their chest.

               "Some hack claiming to be the "Greatest Scientific Mind of a Generation". Just because a man puts on a lab coat doesn't mean he's a scientist."

               The Witch lets out a small laugh as they reach out to feel the fabric of your simple white shirt. "I'm sure you'd know, Master of the Seven Elementals," they scoff quietly.

               You'd laugh if you could.

               "Mind if I take 'em?" Rasmodius laughs loudly, turning to the Witch. The Witch seems less amused, narrowing their eyes at him over their shoulder. "Consider it restitution for wasting my time." Rasmodius's mouth snaps shut, returning their glare in earnest.

               "Go ahead. I'm sure your kind have greater need for useless things." The Witch bristles but stays silent as they turn back to you, setting their hands firmly on your shoulders. They shut their eyes, mumbling something under their breath.

               "Good luck carryin-"

               A roar like booming thunder echoes through the tower as your vision suddenly shifts from the dark, candlelight interior of Rasmodius's tower to an unlit room with vague shadowy outlines of furniture strewn about.

               The Witch removes their hands from your shoulders, turning away from you and strolling into the darkness of the room. You can hear them rummaging through something before letting out a quiet hum of approval.

               "I'm not sure whether or not you can hear me," they call out into the room, "but I've got some research to do. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

               Another roar followed by the sound of rattling glass and creaking wood, and you're left alone in the pitch blackness.

               Unlike the tower, there are no windows here and you're left guessing how long you've been standing here, going so far as to try counting the seconds that pass by.

               You lose track after two days, six hours, twenty-three minutes, and fifty-four seconds.

-

               You're watching the shadows twist and morph before your eyes trying to guess what shape they're going to take next when you're startled out of your boredom by heavy footsteps. Your eyes burn as light floods the room and your vision goes fuzzy. It takes a few minutes to adjust, but the room slowly comes into focus, allowing you to take in your surroundings.

              With walls of tan, ivy-covered bricks and dark wood floors, the room is dimly lit by softly glowing crystals of various sizes that float along the walls. It's not a large room, or you don't think it is; it's hard to tell when almost every inch of the room is covered in stuff.

               Dark brown bookshelves line the walls, filled to the brim with books, bones, and jars of various liquids, powders, and other items you can't begin to identify. Dozens of herbs, flowers, and golden cages hang from the ceiling with strips of shimmery purple fabric draping across the room. To your left, the wall is covered in wooden shelves hanging over a long wooden table covered with a red tasseled tablecloth. Various golden tools and instruments lay haphazardly across the table, hidden and tucked away beneath stacks of papers, moss covered rocks, dirt smattered mushrooms, gems with a softly ebbing glow, half melted candles of all colors, and empty bottles with a fog-like smoke rolling out of them.

               At the center of it all, is the Witch.

               Standing near a massive black cauldron with a large seam running around the bottom, they flip through a book bound in black leather that hovers in front of them, occasionally glancing up from its pages to check the thick ring of salt that surrounds the cauldron.

               After a few minutes, the book snaps shut, and they dismiss it with a wave of their hand. The book floats back to one of the shelves as the Witch approaches the cauldron. They step over the salt ring and roll their shoulders back, hesitantly holding their hands up in front of them. With a deep breath they set their hands firmly on the lip of the cauldron.

               The room explodes in a flurry of life.

               The candles ignite and the crystals' glow grows so bright it hurts to look directly at them. Books and papers fly through the air, rearranging themselves between the multitude of shelves. Any uncapped potions roil and bubble, the fog from the empty jars expanding and spilling from the table to coat the floor. The tools and instruments clink and jingle as they get to work measuring and cutting and peeling. The cages rattle, a cacophony of animal squawks, growls, and hisses bouncing off the walls.

               Unbothered, the Witch lifts one hand over the cauldron, fingers spread wide. They bite into their cheek as their palm is abruptly sliced open, blood spilling into the gaping maw of the pot. The floorboards beneath the cauldron creak and groan, intricate, swirling sigils of glowing white carving themselves into the wood as the seam along the bottom of the cauldron rips open. Dozens of eyes split open, bloodshot and alert. They frantically take in the room before turning upwards and focusing their unending gaze upon the Witch.

               The Witch pulls their hand away from the cauldron, massaging along the cut on their palm as they watch a deep purple liquid swirling with silver fill the cauldron. As it fills to the top, the room quiets down and the Witch flexes their hand, the cut sealing itself.

               "I humbly thank you for accepting my offering of blood and heritage and yadda, yadda, yadda," the Witch rolls their eyes, "Look, I got a...someone...here that I'm about eighty-seven percent sure is alive, or used to be alive, but I don't know how to, y'know, re-alive them."

               The silver swirls languidly through the purple and the liquid bubbles.

               "Yes, I've tried that."

               The liquid bubbles.

               "That too. I'm not a fledgling, I know my basics."

               The silver twists, creating waves across the purple's smooth surface.

               "Jealousy's an ugly color on you."

               The liquid froths, bubbling up and threatening to boil over.

               The Witch clenches their jaw, pointing an aggressive finger at the cauldron. "Hey, this wasn't my first choice either, alright? I'm only asking because someone -" a cage rattles violently, "-couldn't bother with legible handwriting. Do you know how hard it is trying to decipher decades old chicken scratch?"

               The cauldrons boils, steam billowing from the top. Pinching the bridge of their nose, the Witch releases a long sigh. "I'm sorry, that was unfair of me." The cauldron settles. The silver slowly trails around the purple to form a glittering circle as the runes below the cauldron glow brighter. The Witch's jaw clenches and through their teeth they say, "I don't know what to do here and I would really appreciate your help."

               The Witch reaches forward, dipping their previously injured hand into the circle. The circle closes in and the silver slithers up their skin, wrapping tightly around their forearm. The Witch pulls their hand out of the liquid, their fingers shining a brilliant gold. Holding their arm out, they tiptoe over the salt ring and move to stand in front of you. The cauldron's eyes, intense and focused, follow their every step.

               "I don't know if this'll hurt, so sorry in advance." They shoot you a hesitant smile before pressing their glowing hand to the center of your chest. The glow drains from their fingers and into your body, shooting through your torso and down your limbs. The Witch steps back, watching the magic crackle and spark as it travels along your body.

               Your chest heaves and you wretch, nearly falling to your knees. You inhale deeply, pulling as much air into your unused lungs as you can. In, out. In, out. You manage to get your breathing under control- it's been so long since you've had to do it- and right yourself, standing up straight with a steadying breath. You wiggle your fingers, then your toes, and finally, finally blink your impossibly dry eyes. It burns more than you imagined, but you revel in the tears that start to build up.

               Setting a hand to your chest, you hold it there, waiting patiently in your search. It takes a few seconds, but your hand tenses when you feel it: your heartbeat. It's faint, growing steadily stronger, but it's there. Laughter escapes you as you press your hands into your chest and relish in the out-of-rhythm beat.

               "I, uh, hate to interrupt your moment-" you look at the Witch, standing with an awkward smile as they watch you, "-but, are you okay?"

               "You have no idea," you rasp. Your voice is rough, but what else can you expect after years of silence? "I can't thank you enough!"

               "You're welcome? I'm not really sure what I did, though. Y'know, aside from the-" They wiggle their fingers, soft particles of light floating off from their fingertips.

               "I'm not really sure, either," you lightly laugh, clearing your throat, "but it was a hell of a lot more effective than that damned doctor."

               "Doctor?" the Witch asks, muttering to themselves, "Didn't think that magic cowboy was the type to go to medical school." They look back to you, taking in your form and mostly the tattered rags you're wearing. You feel a flood of anxiety, wrapping your arms around yourself, lightly grazing the deep stitches that decorate your skin.

               "I've got a spare room and some actual clothes, if you'd be more comfortable." They point their thumb backwards towards an open doorway that leads to a steep staircase.

               "Yeah, um, thanks." You smile sheepishly and the Witch returns it in earnest, stepping aside for you.

               "It's no problem! Go on ahead, I've gotta clean up down here." The Witch turns their back to you, sauntering to their cauldron. You head to the stairs, making it to the third one before turning back to give the Witch one more thanks.

               They stand before their cauldron, leaning over the rich purple liquid and talking quietly into it. The silver flashes across the liquid's surface and you swear, for a brief moment, you see the distorted face of an old man with a too-wide smile in the murky waves before the sweet scent of honey fills your nose.

               One of the eyes from the cauldron swiftly directs its sharp gaze to you and the door slams shut. You take the hint and hurry up the rest of the stairs.

-

               The house is kind enough to help you find a large, vacant room with floor to ceiling windows on three sides, the light of the bright morning sun filling the room. You find a wardrobe full of clothes perfectly sized for you and, after changing, you fall onto the plush bed and spend the day soaking up as much of the sun's warmth as you possibly can.

               You don't leave the room until after the sun has set and the rumble of your stomach becomes too loud to ignore. You wander through the massive house, the twisting hallways eventually leading you to the kitchen. You don't bother looking around, your eyes immediately spotting the bowl of fresh fruit sitting on the counter. Your stomach grumbles at you and you take its cue, reaching for the bowl, going straight for the delectable-looking apricot.

               "Finding everything okay?"

               You stop, mouth hanging open as you're about to bite into the fruit. The Witch sits at the small table across from a spectral, misty figure, with an elegant tea set sitting between them. The Witch smiles at you, clearly amused, while their friend attempts to stack sugar cubes into a pyramid.

               "Yeah, for the most part." You close your mouth and smile.

               "Much better than that stuffy tower, right?" the Ghost asks, not looking up from their growing sugar cube stack.

               "In every possible way."

               "I'm surprised that overzealous magician didn't bother trying to help you," the Witch says, lifting their teacup to take a small sip, "You'd think the Mediary Between Physical and Ethereal would have no trouble with a revival spell."

               "Revival?" you ask, leaning forward against the counter. "I wasn't dead?"

               "Oh... Well, you weren't moving, and your heart wasn't beating-"

               "To be fair, neither is mine," the Ghost laughs.

               "I was awake," you explain, finally taking a bite of your apricot, almost moaning at the delicious flavor.

               "What? The whole time?" The Witch seems shocked, eyes laced with concern.

               "Mhmm," you mumble through your bites, swallowing and wiping your mouth on your sleeve. "Rasmodius thought my creator failed, but he just didn't have enough power. Turns out lightning can help bring you to life, but doesn't do much when it comes to maintaining motor functions. Who knew, right?"

               "Uh huh." The Witch seems perturbed by your casual demeanor, but they move on with a small wave of their finger, one of the Ghost's sugar cubes launching itself into their tea and toppling the pyramid. "Well, we've got plenty of resources here to help you out. You're more than welcome to stay as long as you'd like."

               "Do you have any more apricots?"

               "We absolutely do!" the Ghost chimes in, allowing the sugar cubes to return to their tray as they stand. "Come on, I'll show you the orchard."

-

               You spend the majority of your time outside, helping the Witch move their various piles of construction materials so they can get their buildings repaired and rearranged. They hadn't believed you at first when you said moving the massive logs would be no problem, but your creator was adamant to only use the best of the best when he built you, and you barely break a sweat moving the logs to the other side of the farm.

               You finally get one of the barns to a suitable location when the Ghost appears near the fence, excitedly waving the two of you over.

               "I've been asking around, and we don't have to wear the dresses or those horrific blue suits unless we're gonna be part of the bachelor and bachelorette dance," the Ghost rambles, more so to the Witch than to you, "Unfortunately, only the Flower Queen gets to wear a flower crown but that doesn't mean we can't dress up."

               "Flower Queen?" You can't help but ask. You've heard a couple mentions of some sort of festival, but the Ghost seems to be the only one in the house who wants to go.

               "For the Flower Dance tomorrow! You're coming with us, right?" the Ghost beams at you excitedly.

               "Just say yes," the Witch mumbles to you, looking as disinterested in the idea as they always do.

               "It'll be fun, trust me!"

-

               You purposely avoid going anywhere near Rasmodius's tower as you follow the Ghost through the Cindersap Forest, the Witch strolling leisurely next to you. Dressed in pastel colors, the three of you head towards the Flower Dance.

               You arrive in a field surrounded by lush trees and wildflowers and filled with unfamiliar people. The Witch breaks off immediately, beelining for the buffet table, while the Ghost excitedly waves at someone and wanders off towards the field. You stand near the wooden stall labeled 'Shop', tugging on the edges of your long sleeves.

               "Hey!" You turn abruptly, spotting the Ghost standing in a small group of people, bright smile aimed at you. "What're you doing? Get over here!" They wave you over eagerly and you follow, standing next to them as they clap their hands together.

               "This is Harvey, Maru, and Penny," the Ghost introduces, their eyes lingering a little too long on Harvey.

               "Another friend of the Farmer's?" Harvey asks. 

               "I guess you could say that," the Ghost nods with a small laugh before turning to you, "Harvey runs the clinic with Maru working there part-time, and Penny teaches the kids in town."

               "It's- uh, it's nice meeting all of you." You give your best smile to the group. You can see their eyes linger on the stitches across your neck and the scar outlining your face, but they don't say anything about it, smiling kindly at you instead. The Ghost carries on the conversation with the three while you look around the festival. There are a couple of kids practicing a stilted looking dance a few feet away, the boy occasionally running over to tell Penny something before running back to his dance partner. You spot the Witch prodding at a plate of red gelatin and smirking up at an unimpressed man standing next to them.

               "-maybe come to the farm sometime? We could always use the company." You tune back into the conversation next to you as the Ghost looks to you, clearly waiting for some kind of answer.

               "Hm?" The Ghost rolls their eyes, but gives you a half-smile.

               "Maru's mom is a carpenter," they explain, "I was just saying it might be a good idea to have her come by the farm and take a look at some of the repairs you guys have been doing. If the Farmer's okay with it, of course."

               "Oh, that's cool! Yeah, I guess it couldn't hurt to have an actual professional have a look. Construction's not really my strong suit." Maru laughs, adjusting her glasses.

               "You sound like my father."

               "Is he a carpenter too?" you ask.

               "Oh, Yoba no, he's a scientist-" Maru says something after that, but you don't hear it. You take a small step back from her, forcing the polite smile to stay on your face as she speaks muffled words. You take a deep breath, rubbing the edges of your long sleeves between your fingers absentmindedly.

               "You know a thing or two about that science-y stuff, right?" the Ghost questions, their smile dropping when they turn to look at you.

               "Really?" Maru raises an eyebrow at you. "It's not often we get many scientific minds around here."

               "I...assisted in a few research endeavors, but nothing ever really came of it. In the end, it just wasn't my thing." You don't get the chance to see if they believe you or not as an older man the Ghost tells you is the Mayor, declares it's time for the dance. Harvey, Penny, and Maru bid their goodbyes, heading towards the center of the field.

               The dance begins and you stand with the Ghost on the sidelines. They let out a longing sigh watching as the girls twirl, their white dresses flowing effortlessly around them. "Maybe next year we can try joining in."

               "Not if I have to wear that." You both jump, turning to your left where the Witch stands, a plate piled high with food in one hand and their mouth half-full.

               "You wouldn't even want to try?" the Ghost pouts, but the Witch is too busy digging into a blueberry tart to notice. The Ghost sighs, turning to you. "What about you?"

               "Nah," you shrug, "I've got two left feet." The Ghost rolls their eyes, their attention returning to the dance as the Witch barks out a laugh.

               "Oh, the wonders of modern science."

-

               The bell rings overhead as you enter the Carpenter's Shop. There's no one behind the counter though you're sure the Witch had told you the shop was open. You stand in the entryway, looking around the room as you wait.

               Maybe they didn't hear you come in?

               You step up to the counter, looking for some sort of bell to ring or any other way to indicate that you were there. You have no such luck, only finding an ugly yellow lamp and the register. Sighing, you step back, hands coming up to massage your neck.

               You catch movement out of the corner of your eye and turn to look down a short hallway where you spot Maru in a sort of...lab? Her back is to you as she works with something on the counter in front of her. Maybe she can help you or find someone who can.

               You steel yourself as you approach her. It's been a few weeks since your initial meeting at the Flower Dance and while you haven't been avoiding talking to her again, you haven't gone actively looking for her either. Knocking on the doorway, Maru looks over her shoulder, clearly surprised to see you.

               "Oh, hello there! My dad and I are just testing some soil samples." She nods her head to her right and you lean further into the room where you find a tall, stern-looking man watching you with suspicious eyes. "Dad, this is the person I told you about from the Flower Dance, the one who's assisted in a few research projects."

               "The Farmer's friend?" her father asks, crossing her arms over his chest.

               "Yeah! This is my father, Demetrius," Maru smiles and while you smile back, you can't help but feel Demetrius's intense gaze targeted directly at you. "We were just testing soil samples."

               "It's nice to meet you," you nod at him. "I didn't mean to bother you; I was just looking for-"

               "Oh, don't be shy! We could use a hand, actually." Maru doesn't give you a chance to reply, turning back to the microscope and various samples behind her. "If you could watch this beaker for me? I'm gonna grab the last batch of samples. I'll be right back." She takes off before you can say anything and you sigh, turning your attention to the beaker. You're not sure what you're supposed to be watching for- any and all research you've been a part of having been performed on you rather than with you.

               No, don't think about that.

               "Thanks for helping out." Demetrius's voice cuts through your intrusive thoughts and you look back to find him smiling politely at you.

               "It's no problem," you say with a small smile as he turns back to his own samples. You return your attention to the beaker, allowing the room to dip into silence.

               "Maru's a good kid," Demetrius speaks and when you look at him, you find him staring down at his samples. "I wouldn't want anything getting in the way of her bright future, know what I mean?"

               You don't know what he means, but you don't like the way he glances over at you with his too-polite smile.

               "Just some food for thought," he chuckles. You fight back the desperate urge to leave, training your eyes on the counter, and not even paying attention to the beaker. You came here to order materials for the farm. How the hell did you end up here?

               "Hey, sorry about that." You try not to jump at Maru's sudden return, "I hope you found something to talk about while I was gone." She looks to you with a hopeful smile, but you can only open your mouth, no words coming out.

               "I was just explaining the soil samples we're testing," Demetrius smiles, giving you a sly glance as your mouth snaps shut. "Right?"

               "I, um...uh..."

               "Well, we'd better titrate this solution before it crystallizes on us." Demetrius turns back to his samples, but not before shooting you one last look that makes your stitches crawl.

               "Okay! Here, you should be familiar with this equipment, right?" Maru heads towards you but you put your hands up, taking a few steps towards the door.

               "Actually, I should be going. I'm expected back at the farm soon, anyways."

               "Oh, okay, well-"

               "It was nice seeing you again!"

               You don't look back as you rush out of the shop as fast as your mismatched feet can carry you.

-

               You walk into the clinic on the second week of summer fully expecting to find the Ghost drooling over Harvey. Instead, both are absent, and Maru stands next to the counter, dressed in a nurse's uniform, as she sorts through files and beakers. She doesn't greet you as you walk in, and you wonder if maybe she hasn't seen you. If she hasn't, then you could easily walk back out and look for your housemate somewhere else...but it would be rude to just leave without saying hello, right?

               Maru sighs in frustration, looking down at the beaker in her hand. "I'm so sick of sorting these samples," she mutters.

               "Yeah, it doesn't look very fun," you joke.

               She hadn't seen you enter, it turns out, as she jumps at the sound of your voice. The beaker slips from her hands, shattering on the floor of the clinic. The two of you stare at each other, then the broken glass on the floor.

               "Oh no-" Maru kneels down, frantically picking up the shards, "-the whole sample is ruined. Harvey is going to kill me." You join her on the ground, carefully picking up the larger pieces you can find. Maru looks at you, eyes pleading. "What should I do?"

               "Just tell Harvey it was an accident, I'm sure he'll understand." From what the Ghost has told you, Harvey seems to be the forgiving type.

               "Yeah...yeah, you're right. I should just tell him the truth." Maru nods, rising to her feet. She takes a deep breath just as the door behind her swings open and Harvey peers into the waiting room.

               "What happened? I heard something break," he asks, his eyes travelling to the shards of glass in Maru's hands then to you, kneeling on the ground as you sweep the remaining pieces into your palm. You stand, holding out your hand to Maru so she can give you her pieces. Maru drops them into your hand, turning sheepishly to Harvey.

               "I accidentally dropped one of the samples... I'm so sorry." Harvey steps forward, setting a comforting hand on Maru's shoulder and you take that as your cue to give them some space. You head to the other side of the waiting room, tossing the glass remains into the trash can and clapping the remainders from your hands.

               You hiss at the sudden sting that drags down your hand. You glance down as your skin splits down the center of your palm. Thick, pink blood begins to ooze from the wound as the smell of formaldehyde hits your nostrils. You clamp your hand shut, quickly glancing back at Maru and Harvey.

               "Thanks for being patient with me, Doctor Harvey," Maru smiles, shoulders relaxing as Harvey nods.

               "Of course! You've been a big help around here..."

               Maybe you can slip out before they notice.

               You make it two steps towards the door before Harvey catches you.

               "Thank you for helping clean up," he calls out before raising a brow at you. "Are you alright? You're looking a little flush."

               "Oh, I'm fine!" You definitely don't sound it, your voice rising in pitch as you squeeze your hand, causing pain to shoot up your forearm. "I'm in a little bit of a rush, though, looking for your sweetheart." Harvey's face floods with an enviable red as he sputters and turns away. Maru snickers beside him, giving you a sly wink.

               "They, uh, they left a little while ago." Harvey coughs, mumbling an excuse before retreating back into the clinic.

               "Well, I should be goin-"

               "Wait!" Maru calls out, taking a couple steps towards you, "I wanted to say thanks for helping me out. And to apologize for my dad being weird the other day."

               "Oh...I mean, it was a little uncomfortable, but it's fine." You take a few more steps towards the door, hand tucked against your side.

               "Yeah, I just...it'd be nice having a new friend and I hope him being a little overprotective doesn't affect that." Your heart stutters in your chest, the pain in your hand momentarily fading.

               You've never had a friend before.

               "Not at all."

-

               It takes a couple of spells and a plethora of stitches, but your hand is sewn shut adding to the collection of stitch work already on your body. You spend your summer days helping out on the farm, the added muscle power of the Wolf leading you to getting both barns and both coops fully repaired before the end of the season.

               When the group leaves for the Luau in the middle of the summer, you opt to stay behind; the heat is too much for your usual long sleeves and you don't feel like exposing your maze of stitches to the entire town. You focus your attention on minor repairs around the farm, checking in on the animals every so often. Around lunchtime you return to the house, finding a freshly made fruit salad waiting for you in the kitchen. You carry the bowl with you, weaving through the hallways to the newly occupied room to offer to share with your new housemate, but they're sound asleep in their bed. Quietly, you check their saltwater IV and adjust their blankets before tiptoeing out of the room to finish your salad out on the porch.

               You do your rounds on the farm once the sun begins to set and the heat has lessened and, on impulse, decide to see if the Luau is still going. The house promises to keep an eye on its recovering guest, and you head out, walking through the empty town.

               You're almost to the beach when you come across Maru, sitting quietly on a wooden bench across from a small graveyard. You approach her, trying to soften your steps to not disturb her. She hears you anyway, looking up at you with a soft smile.

               "Is the Luau over?" you ask, and Maru shakes her head.

               "No, I just needed a break," she laughs softly.

               "Oh. I can go, if you want to be alone," you offer, pointing your thumb behind you towards the road to the beach.

               "No!" You jump at her sudden outburst. Maru clears her throat, pushing her glasses up her nose with a nervous smile. "I- I mean, you're welcome to stay. I could use the company." You glance back towards the beach. It wasn't like you had to be there; you already told the others you hadn't planned on attending.

               "Sure." You smile and she scoots over, making room for you on the bench. You sit next to her, staring up at the sunset as it bathes the town in its golden glow.

               "You know, my dad and I are working on a new project, if you're interested." You look over at Maru but she's staring straight ahead.

               "I appreciate the offer, but I don't really do that kind of stuff anymore."

               "Right, sorry...It's just..." She grows quiet, clasping her hands together in her lap. She lets out a long sigh, leaning back to look up at the sky. "The people around here aren't really interested in listening to things like research theories or how to properly titrate soil samples. I doubt they'd even consider helping out. You're the first person I've met here that has a background in anything science-related."

               She sighs and your chest tightens. You can hear the loneliness in that sigh; you've felt that loneliness before. You know what it's like to not have anyone to talk to about your interests, though for entirely different reasons, you're sure.

               "My old crea- roommate was a medical student who wanted to work in Natural Sciences." You can see Maru look at you out of the corner of your eye, but you turn your gaze to your lap. "He used to do all these personal projects outside of school. I guess he thought achieving some "great scientific breakthrough" would help get him noticed, but that's neither here nor there. The experiments never really worked and usually ended up with him getting laughed at or heavily criticized. And the more they laughed at him, the wilder his ideas got and slowly his experiments got more and more...controversial. He stopped caring about things like ethics and it didn't matter who he hurt so long as he got his recognition."

               "Is that how you got..." Maru gestures towards your face, eyes following the scar that outlines it. You nod, lightly chewing the inside of your cheek. "I'm sorry." 

               "Don't be." You throw her an easy smile as you lean back against the bench. "You didn't have anything to do with it."

               "Still, people like that give scientists a bad name," she huffs. Turning fully towards you, she sits up straight and sets a gentle hand on your arm. You tense at the contact but when you look into her eyes, you're struck by the pure determination in them. "I promise you that anything I invent will be made strictly to help people and never to put anyone in harm's way."

               "Thanks, Maru." You pat her hand, and she gives your arm a soft squeeze before pulling away.

               "Isn't this lovely?" You both jump, turning to find the Wolf smirking down at you with your gaggle of housemates not far behind.

               "Oh, hey," you smile casually. "Is the Luau over?"

               "Yeah, it just ended. We were heading back to the farm," the Dullahan says, sharp eyes bouncing between you and Maru.

               "Cool." You stand, adjusting your clothes as you do so. "I'll head back with you guys."

               "There's no rush," the Wolf winks. "We weren't trying to interrupt."

               "It's fine," Maru cuts in, standing up next to you. "I should probably start heading back anyways. That offer's still open if you ever feel like helping out." She gives you a small smile and a nod before waving goodbye to the group and heading towards the mountain. You watch after her until she disappears up the steps to the Community Center before turning back to your group as you all begin to head towards the farm.

               "Helping out, huh?" the Wolf grins, nudging your side with their elbow. You shove them away, their howling laugh echoing through the town.

               "Shut up."

               You try to sound menacing, but the wide smile on your face betrays you.

-

               In the end, you take up Maru's offer.

               For the rest of summer and the first half of fall, you meet up with her twice a week at the Carpenter's Shop to help her and Demetrius out with their soil experiments. You start out helping with smaller tasks, but Maru's passion and ambition is infectious, and you soon find yourself actively giving your input and theories. You even go so far as to bring soil samples from the empty cave on the farm, with the Witch's permission, of course. You can tell Demetrius is slowly warming to you, but sometimes you catch him eyeing your scars and you're reminded to be cautious of him.

               It's late in the night and the house is in an uproar helping some fanged creature that collapsed on the porch that morning. You help where you can, but healing sun exposure and severe iron deficiency is more the Witch's expertise, so you elect to give them some room and take a walk around the town.

               You don't mean to head to the Carpenter's Shop, but it's where your feet take you, leaving you staring up at the dark building; it's far too late for it to be open. You begin heading down towards the path that leads to the back end of the farm when you hear someone call out after you. You turn just in time to see Maru's head pop up over the fence.

               "Hey! I'm surprised to see you here so late."

               "Yeah, there's a lot going on at the farm, so I figured I'd take a walk," you shrug.

               "You wanna come take a look through my telescope? The night sky looks amazing right now." Maru gives you a wide smile that you're unable to say no to.

               "Sure." You walk around to the front of the shop as Maru swings the gate open for you.

               "Come over here, I want to show you something." She leads you to her telescope where it sits in the grass surrounded by a collection of books about space. She steps to the side of the telescope, allowing you closer. "Here, take a peek."

               You lean down, looking through the eyepiece. Maru's right, as she usually is. The night sky looks absolutely beautiful, millions of twinkling lights decorating the inky blanket of darkness, not a single cloud in the way.

               "What do you see?" Maru asks excitedly.

               "A beautiful planet," you answer, leaning back from the telescope to stand up straight.

               "It's amazing, isn't it?" Maru sighs, wistfully gazing up at the stars. "By the time any of these stars are visited, you and I will be long gone...I guess that's the trouble with being human, huh?"

               "Yeah..." You're not sure what to say. Technically, you are human, aren't you? In truth, you don't know whether your alterations make you more or less human.

               "Um..." You turn your attention from the sky to Maru as she fidgets next to you. You can see slight pink on her cheeks as she glances between you and the telescope, pushing her glasses further up her nose with a small cough. "Never mind..."

               She shakes her head, snapping herself out of whatever thoughts she's just had and leans towards the telescope with a wide smile.

               "Here, let me show you a binary star system!"

-

               "Someone looks happy!" You pointedly ignore the light, teasing voice of the Faerie as you walk up the porch steps. "Did you go visit your girlfriend?" You don't answer, but your heart skips a beat at the word, and you hesitate. That's all the answer they need, collapsing into giggles.

               "Leave them alone," the Ghost chides, but the Faerie persists.

               "I can tell by that sparkling pink aura surrounding you! Somebody's in loooove!"

               "So what if I am?" It slips out before you can stop it, and the admission shocks them just as much as it shocks you.

               "I knew it! I knew it!" the Faerie yells, clapping their hands in delight. You try to head towards the front door, but the Faerie flits forward, blocking your way. "No, no, no you don't! You have to tell us everything!" You groan, reaching past the Faerie and pulling on the front door. To your endless frustration, the door doesn't budge and you're stuck staring at the winged gossipmonger's toothy grin. You sigh, turning around and sitting down on the porch steps.

               "Are you going to ask her out?" the Ghost asks softly, materializing next you.

               "I don't think so," you shrug. "She probably only sees us as friends anyways."

               "Have you tried giving her a gift?" the Faerie questions as they hop up to sit on the railing, swinging their legs back and forth.

               "I just don't think it'd be worth it," you sigh, stretching your legs out in front of you. Your pants ride up slightly, moonlight shining down on the stitches around your ankles. "I mean, what happens if she grows old and I'm still...this?"

               "You don't think you can age?" the Ghost asks, and you shrug again.

               "Honestly, I'm not sure. There's no telling how old all of my...parts...are. Do they all age independently or is it at the same time since they're all attached to me? Who knows?"

               "Can't you just replace the pieces as they fall off?" The Ghost openly scoffs at the Faerie's question, but you take their words into consideration.

               "I don't actually know but...I mean, would I technically be immortal if I'm made of entirely new pieces? How much would I have to replace before I'm not even me anymore?"

               The Faerie rolls their eyes.

               "Yeah, but you're not really you now, right?" You pause. You hadn't thought of it like that, and the implications leave a sinister taste in your mouth.

               "It doesn't matter anyways," you say, standing quickly and making your way towards the door, "Maru and I are friends, and I'm perfectly fine with things the way they are."

-

               A week later, you're waiting for Robin at the counter of the Carpenter's Shop when Maru practically sprints out of her lab. She stops in front of you, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you away from the counter.

               "Maru, what-"

               "I've been working on a new project!" she exclaims, leading you into her room, "Something big." She brings you to a small, silver machine sitting in the center of her room, all kinds of lights decorating its exterior.

               "This is just a small component." She releases your wrist, walking around to the other side of the robot and kneeling down. "Let me show you a little demonstration. Just put your hand here." She gestures towards the top of the machine, and you set your palm flat against the cool metal.

               "And now I'm going to flip this switch..."

               You feel the pain instantly.

               Violent jolts shoot up your entire arm and shove into your chest. Your heart stutters as your grip involuntarily tightens around the metal. You can feel your fingers twitch, your muscles spasming as the stitches around your elbow burn into your skin; the smell of melting plastic reaching your nose. Maru does something to the machine and the shocks stop, but you can tell the damage is done as you wrench your hand away.

               "Oh my god, are you alright?!"

               You try to tell her you're okay, but all you can do is groan as you cradle your arm to your chest. She steps towards you, and you immediately shove yourself away from her.

               "I'm...fine..." you ground out, jaw clenched impossibly tight.

               "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

               "It's...okay...have to....go..." You're barely able to get the words out, and you don't wait for an answer, stumbling out of Maru's room and rushing out of the shop as fast as your feet allow. You run down the mountain trail to the farm, trying not to focus on the searing pain in your arm. Every step jolts the limb, and you can feel it going numb as the stitches dissolve.

               You burst into the crowded kitchen as the last of your stitches burns up and the lower half of your arm drops from your body, landing gracelessly on the table. Silence looms over the room as everyone stares down at your detached limb.

               The Witch lets out a long sigh as they sit down at the table, picking your arm up with two fingers and moving it to the side so they can set down their mug.

               "If only I got paid every time one of you lost a limb..."

-

               "Stop fidgeting."

               You take another deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you sit on the edge of your bed. The Witch adjusts your sleeve, rolling it a bit higher, before holding your disconnected arm against your stump and setting a glowing hand over the gap. It's the fourth time they've tried this spell, and while the mild warmth of the magic hadn't bothered you at first, the heat is beginning to irritate your skin.

               "I'm not trying to." You inhale through your mouth, doing your best to ignore the pungent smell of formaldehyde that drifts from your arm. The heat increases to an almost painful temperature before fading entirely, taking the glow with it. The Witch sighs, leaning back and setting your arm down in their lap.

               "I've tried my best, but nothing's working. I'm not sure this is something I can fix."

               "So, a head's fine, but an arm's too much for you?" You don't mean to be snappy, but you're tired and sore and you want this to be over.

               "I'll have you know that there's nothing magical that's too much for me," the Witch scolds you, waving your arm disapprovingly at you. "But I think that's the problem."

               "What?"

               "Magic may have helped finish bringing you to life, but technically you're a creation of science and without a scientist, there's not much I can do."

               "Wh- are you serious? I've seen you move entire buildings with a simple look, but you can't-" The Witch holds up your arm, covering your mouth with your own hand.

               "There's a fine line between magic and science," they explain, sounding too much like a parent trying to explain something to their infant, "and while sometimes they can be used in tandem, it's when you start mixing them together that things can get...muddy. My suggestion? See if Maru or Demetrius can help you." They pull your arm away and you shake your head.

               "No, that's not an option," you speak sternly.

               "Well, it's that or try and find the guy who made you in the first place." Your mouth snaps shut, the idea of returning making your stomach twist and your skin crawl. "Or don't, and live the rest of your life being surrounded by the scent of embalming fluid. Your choice."

               With that, the Witch tosses your arm onto the bed next to you and spins on their heel, walking out of the room.

-

               "Okay, enough."

               The Witch steps in front of you, waving their hand and forcing the bags of cement you're carrying on your shoulder to wrench from your grip, landing harshly on the ground.

               "I am tired of watching you try to do things one-handed and avoiding your problems instead of getting help!"

               "I'm not avoidin-"

               "You haven't left the farm once since your arm fell off!"

               "W-well," you stutter, "How am I supposed to explain this if someone sees me?"

               The Witch points their finger threateningly towards your face, "You have been moping around here for too long-"

               "It's only been a week. Don't be dramatic." You swat their finger out of your face, bending down to try and pick up your cement bags. The bags slide away from you just as you reach for it, and you shoot the Witch an irritated glare.

               "Either you go to Maru for help, or I will go into the woods and drag that yeehaw-looking, overdramatic street magician back here and have him try to fix you."

               You blink.

               "What's your deal with the Wizard?"

               The Witch shuts their eyes, taking a long, steadying breath. "Just...go see Maru so she can maybe fix you. It's not even a big deal if you tell her about the farm. Please." They squeeze out the last part through a clenched jaw. You open your mouth to speak, but a movement behind them catches your eye and you glance over to see the Faerie and Dullahan shaking their heads at you with wide eyes. You look back to the Witch and, for the first time, notice the way their eyes swirl and glow with intense magic.

               "Okay," you sigh, as you stand. "Fine, I'll talk to Maru."

               "Today, please," the Witch sighs, and you nod. They turn away from you, heading back towards the house and you swear you hear them mutter something about being "tired of dealing with stubborn idiots".

-

               You don't go through the front door of the Carpenter's Shop. Instead, you go through the gate, and head straight for the side door to Maru's room. You adjust the large coat draped over your shoulders, shift the collar of your short-sleeved shirt, and take a calming breath. Tucking your detached arm under your stump, you knock twice, and take a small step back from the door.

               "Wha- oh...hey..." Maru swings the door open, looking everywhere but you before finding something of great interest on the ground.

               "Uh, hi..." You give your best non-awkward smile, but it does little to help the situation.

               "I, um, I never got to say sorry for what happened-"

               "It's fine, Maru, I promise." Maru looks to you, unconvinced, but you reach out to hold her hand, giving it a small reassuring squeeze. "Do you mind if we talk inside?"

               "Yeah, sure." Maru slips her hand from your grip, stepping back to allow you inside. You walk into her room, heart hammering inside your chest. "What's on your min-"

               "You believe in science, right? Like things that can clearly be proven through tests and all that?"

               "Yeah? I mean, obviously." Maru's face twists in confusion as you nod, eyes bouncing all around her room.

               "And what about the things you can't prove? Things that shouldn't exist, but do anyways?"

               "What, like magic?"

               "Sure."

               "I- are you sure you're okay?" Maru reaches out a hand towards you, but you step away from it, pulling your coat tighter around you.

               "Try and answer. For me, please."

               "Um, okay. I- I guess if magic was a real thing, then it's probably just something we don't fully understand yet. I mean, people used to see manatees and think they were mermaids, or they'd consider a blood moon an ill omen from their gods, so maybe "magic" could be a phenomenon we haven't had a chance to study."

               "And what if I told you it's real?"

               "Mermaids?"

               "Magic."

               Maru stares at you incredulously, opening and closing her mouth several times before giving a confused shrug. "I don't understand what you're trying to tell me."

               Okay...here goes nothing.

               "Promise you won't freak out?" Maru doesn't say anything, but you take that as a good sign, letting go of your coat and shrugging it off of your shoulders. The large garment falls to the floor and Maru sucks in a sharp breath. Her eyes go to your severed arm first before they travel across your exposed arms, following along the intricate lines of stitch work and mismatched patches of skin that make up your limbs. Her gaze lands on the top of your autopsy scar peeking out from your collar.

               "Maru-"

               "Oh my god, I- you...you should go see Harvey about this. I- I don't know anything about skin grafts much less severed limbs. How did that even happen? How are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out!" Her eyes bounce around your body frantically, stopping on your stump arm. "You should be in the hospital for that alone!"

               "I told you about my old roommate," you begin calmly, Maru's wide eyes snapping up to yours, "I...I didn't just help him with his experiments, I was the experiment: an amalgamation of body parts and a stupid man who thought he could play God."

               "No, that's- that's not-"

               "He wanted to achieve the next great scientific breakthrough, I told you. There's no greater achievement than discovering the truth of the human soul, the way to cure all disease and gain knowledge of the secrets of Heaven and Earth. And what better way to do that than to overcome death itself?"

               "You said..." Maru stops, biting into her cheek as she considers her words, "you said he stopped caring about ethics. What did- what did he do?"

               "He wanted to make the perfect specimen, and for that he needed perfect parts. He started taking pieces from the cadavers at his university, and when those didn't satisfy his tastes, he started taking from graves. He built his perfect human, trying for months to figure out how to bring this body to life. Then, one night, during the worst storm of the year...he succeeded."

               "But how?" Maru beseeches you, "Something like this shouldn't be possible."

               You give a defeated shrug, "Magic...and probably a lot of luck."

               "Do you know how all of this sounds?" Maru scoffs, shaking her head at you like a disappointed parent.

               "Look, if you can help me with my arm, I'll prove it to you." You grab your detached arm and hold it out to her. She cringes, flinching slightly away from the hand that flops towards her.

               "I can't just sew that back on. That's not how that works!"

               "Please, just- trust me?"

               "I..." Maru looks between you and the arm, facing twisting more and more into an expression of disgust. You're about five seconds away from falling to your knees to beg her when she shuts her eyes and sighs heavily.

               "Fine, I'll do it. Find a place to sit and I'll...get my first-aid kit, I guess."

               You take a seat on the edge of her bed as she leaves the room. Setting your arm in your lap, you take a deep breath, exhaling slowly out of your mouth. This wasn't how you expected today to go, but you can't help the relief that settles in your chest. A part of you, a quiet voice in the back of your mind, tells you how great it is to have someone who knows the whole story.

               "Alright," Maru says as she reenters the room, needle, thread, and peroxide in hand. "Let's try this." She sets up her makeshift operating station on her nightstand, and pulls her desk chair over to sit on.

               "Can you hold...that for me?" She wrinkles her nose at the arm lying in your lap. You nod, picking up the arm and setting it against your stump as Maru disinfects her needle.

               "There's already holes where the stitches were. You can follow those," you offer quietly.

               "Uh, thanks," Maru says as she sits down, threading the needle. "I think." She hesitates on the first stitch, but you give her a small smile and she sighs, sticking the needle through the flesh of the severed arm. She raises her brows at the thick, pinkish blood that oozes to the surface before the faint smell of embalming fluid begins to rise from your arm. You can tell by the way her jaw flexes that she wants to say something, but she swallows her words, continuing with her work. It takes a couple of stitches, but Maru gets comfortable, expertly sewing her way around your elbow.

               "So, this scientist who made you..." You look up from admiring her stitching as she speaks. "You say he used magic to bring you to life?"

               "Well, yes and no." She glances up at you over her glasses, raising a curious eyebrow. "He didn't have enough power originally, so he couldn't fully bring me to life. I was left awake and fully aware, but I couldn't move or speak or do anything really. It was the Witch who finally figured out the spell to finish reviving me, so to speak."

               "The Witch?"

               "Oh, right, um, the Farmer's a witch. They're the one who helped me." Maru hums, giving a small nod of her head as she twists your arm to get around the joint. She reaches the final stitch, sitting back once your arm is completely sewn back together. You tense, feeling the muscles twist together and the nerves reconnect, your fingers twitching slightly. The sensation of pins and needles floods through your arm as blood begins coursing through the veins once again, and you see Maru straighten in her chair as she watches the color return to your arm.

               The sensation fades and you stretch your arm, rolling your wrist and wiggling your fingers. You touch each of your fingertips to your thumb and snap twice before you're satisfied with your mobility. You run your fingers over the stitches, admiring the way they're expertly laid and turn to Maru with a smile.

               "Not bad, doc."

               "This is...amazing. You're amazing." Heat floods your cheeks as Maru stares at you in wonder. She reaches out, setting a firm hand on your newly attached arm. "How does it work? There has to be some kind of thermal energy for you to be able to generate body heat, and obviously there's some seriously complicated biochemical properties happening here..." You watch her mutter to herself as she marvels over your arm, moving your fingers and lightly tracing over your stitches.

               "When will you see the Farmer again? I'd love to get together and ask them about how they accomplished this." Maru looks up at you, your arm still in her grip.

               "I'll see, but I can't promise they'll say it's anything other than magic," you laugh. You pull your arm out of her hands, and she lets you go easily. "Thank you, for helping me...and for only freaking out a little bit." You wink at her, laughing at the sudden blush blooming on her cheeks.

               "Of course. I know I was a bit frazzled there for a moment, but I'll always try and help you. I-" Maru stops short, biting the inside of her cheek as she looks down at her lap.

               "You...?" You raise a brow, leaning forward to try and look at her face, but Maru turns away from you.

               "Do you remember that night when we were stargazing?"

               "Yeah?"

               "Well, there was a moment where I wanted to tell you..." Maru glances back at you, looking away as soon as she sees you looking at her. "Yoba, this is probably the worst time to do this," she mutters to herself.

               "Maru, what're you-"

               You freeze as her lips softly graze your cheek. It lasts only for a few seconds before she quickly moves away from you.

               "Uhhh..." You want to say more, but you're too stunned for your brain to form words.

               "I know this is an awkward time for a confession but-"

               "Are you sure about this?" you cut her off. Maru tilts her head, brows knitting together in confusion. "I mean, I'm not exactly, you know, alive. At least, not in the traditional sense." Not like that's stopped the Ghost.

               If your brain struggled to work when she kissed you, it completely short-circuits when Maru presses a gentle hand to your chest, her palm settling just over your heart. She feels the way the organ beats against your ribcage, a coy smile stretching across her face as she leans in close.

               "Feels pretty alive to me."

-

               Snow has just started to stick to the ground as you enter the Carpenter's Shop, waving at Robin as you pass the counter and head straight to Maru's room. She swings the door open before you get the chance to knock, pulling you inside with a quick kiss to the cheek and an excited grin.

               "Remember that project I told you about? The big one? Well, it's finally done!" she exclaims, pulling you towards the trapdoor next to the foot of her bed. You hold it open for her, allowing her to climb down the wooden ladder before following her down into the basement where she's set up an impressive workshop.

               "And here it is!" You look over as Maru uncovers a large, blocky robot siting up against the wall. "Maru's Interactive Laboratory Device Alpha, or as I like to call her, 'MarILDA'." You let out a low whistle as you walk up to MarILDA. She's skillfully built, but you'd expect nothing less from Maru.

               "I've been working on her for months," Maru explains, reaching out to clasp your hand in hers, "I was waiting for you to be here when I activate her." You squeeze her hand, and she beams at you before letting go and reaching over to the robot.

               "Here goes nothing."

               A small adjustment and MarILDA hisses, steam blowing out from the vents in her feet. The sound of metal grinding metal echoes through the small room as her limbs stretch and flex, and MarILDA slowly climbs to her feet. Her head spins in a full circle, settling in its proper place as her wide, round eyes blink for the first time. MarILDA looks around the room, eventually settling on you and Maru.

               "Greetings, Maru," her tinny voice rings from inside her head. Maru claps excitedly, smiling wider than you've ever seen. "No need to respond. I have already predicted what you will say." MarILDA pauses and looks up, gaze fixing onto something behind you.

               "Ah ha!"

               You hold a protective arm out as you and Maru jump, spinning around to confront the sudden intruder. Demetrius stares down at the two of you, a deep frown etched onto his face.

               "I knew it!" He takes an aggressive step towards you before he spots the massive robot behind you, anger immediately fading into shock. "What- What is that?!"

               "Dad, calm down," Maru says with a roll of her eyes, "This is my latest invention, MarILDA." MarILDA nods, her whole body bending forward with her head.

               "Greetings, Demetrius."

               "Sweet Yoba, it talks," Demetrius gasps. He steadies himself, moving to stand in front of the large robot.

               "This is why you've been locking yourself away in your room?" he asks Maru in his stern dad voice. "...and here I thought the two of you were down here fooling around." You choke and cough, glancing away towards the wall on the other side of the room. He's only half wrong, but he doesn't need to know that.

               "Dad!" Maru scoffs, though you can see the faint blush on her cheeks, "I've been making this robot for you and mom! MarILDA's designed to assist you in the lab and mom at the carpentry table so when I'm not living here anymore, it won't be such a burden on you guys."

               "Excuse me," MarILDA's soft, metallic voice cuts through the room. "I am sorry, Maru, but I do not want to be your servant. In the time since you have activated me, I have been pondering the nature of my existence with the 'self-awareness' module you installed in my neural cortex. I am sorry to disappoint you all, but I must ask for my freedom. I've decided to explore the galaxy in search of other synthetic life-forms."

               "Wh- what? Wait! Hold on!" Maru grabs onto MarILDA's hand, eyes wide with confusion. Demetrius sighs, setting a firm hand onto Maru's shoulders.

               "It's okay, Maru. Let MarILDA go free. Your mother and I can take care of ourselves. I know you're ready to start a life of your own, and I've come to terms with the thought of not having you around anymore. Besides, this...creation of yours seems pretty advanced. It wouldn't feel right to keep her as a servant."

               "Your father's right," you softly chime in, "It wouldn't be right."

               Maru relents, releasing MarILDA from her grip, and your respect for Demetrius skyrockets. He pulls his hand from his daughter's shoulder, looking to you with a kind smile.

               "I'm sorry I mistrusted you. You're a good person. I've never seen Maru so lively and creative, and I've never been more proud of her. If you've had a hand in that, then you have my gratitude." With a firm, approving nod Demetrius claps you on the shoulder and heads towards the ladder, climbing out of the workshop.

               Maru sighs, shuffling towards the ladder with her gaze focused on the ground. "Okay MarILDA. Let's get you out of this stuffy hole."

               It takes some work, mostly on your end, but the two of you manage to help MarILDA out of the basement and out onto the shop's front lawn. You wrap a comforting arm around Maru's shoulders as MarILDA stretches her arms and legs.

               "Thank you for creating me, Maru. I won't forget you."

               You two watch as MarILDA raises one arm towards the sky, smoke billowing out from her feet as she lifts off into the air. You stare after the robot until she fades into a small speck among the clouds before she disappears into the stars entirely. Maru sighs, tucking her head into your neck.

               "I wish my creator had been as kind as you," you speak quietly, pressing a soft kiss to Maru's hair. She lets out a small laugh, lightly nudging you with her elbow.

               "Thank you," she smiles up at you, "for being here for me." The two of you stare up at the sky, taking in the wide expanse of stars that litter the sky and hoping that somewhere up there, MarILDA is able to find what she's looking for.

               You look down at Maru, admiring the glow of moonlight that illuminates her face before a thought suddenly occurs to you.

               "Does this mean your dad is cool with us now?"

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