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bishy437 · 3 months
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little spoon mbj save me!! save me little spoon mbj!
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the-kr8tor · 1 month
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Hello, I've been trying to reach you about your cars extended warranty:)
(Requesting Reverse Isekai AU thingy please^^)
I don't even have a car 😭 (thank you for requesting muah 😘)
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Word count: 1.1k
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, lovestruck reader, reverse isekai AU, fluff.
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One minute you're mindlessly scrolling through your phone with your headphones blaring loud music, a minute later you're screaming bloody murder when a geometric glowing portal pops up in your room. It made everything in the room glow orange and yellow as confusion and surprise took over your form.
Are you getting abducted by aliens? Are you in an episode of Rick and Morty? If so, then multiverses are real, it's either that or the mold from your numerous stock water bottles has finally gotten to your brain.
A half second into your contemplation, out comes a man that you're oh so familiar with and oh so smitten with. His boots thump loudly on your floors, spikes glimmering under the red LED lights. The whites of his mask widen when he spots you cowering in the corner, darkness overtakes you when his oh so familiar voice echoes above the whir of the portal.
“This ain't 1346.” You fall off the bed like a damsel in distress.
You wake up to water gently splashing your face, flicking more like. And your head aching, eyes adjusting to the sudden light.
“Fuckin' finally, I thought you were dead.” A garbled voice utters as your ears try to waken up from your deep nap. “You alright there?” His voice clears and you still think you're dreaming when Hobie Brown's mask pops up in your vision, droopy eyeliner, spikes and all that jazz that you've practically memorized in your mind.
You thought your poster has once again fallen off the walls and onto your bed. But no, when you touched his bicep abruptly, eyes as wide as saucers, lips stuttering out his name. Your favourite character is real and right in your bedroom, flicking water from one of your numerous discarded water bottles on your bedside.
Even your wildest imagination couldn't make this up.
“You're Hobie Brown.” You say in disbelief, voice just above a whisper.
“Yeah, I figured you know me based on all of these…” he roams his eyes on your walls and table. “...posters and stickers. What am I over here? A rockstar or somethin’? Since you know my name.”
“You're Hobie motherfucking Brown!” You screech, suddenly jumping off the bed, looking like someone just told you Santa isn't real.
“That I am.” Said man has the audacity to smirk at you. And you swear you would have fainted again. “You a big fan?”
“I love you.” Your voice merely a murmur but he for sure heard it as the eyes of his mask widened for a brief second.
“I think it's time for us to chat, yeah, love?”
“L-love? Fucking…” voice wavering, you drop once again, but this time he catches you perfectly without the motion sickness from traveling to one dimension after another.
Hobie chuckles, eyes staring at your sleeping face, mouth still agape from the surprise and skin hot under his gloves. “Never thought someone could faint twice in one day.”
There's a glass of cold water in your hands, legs nervously bouncing under the blanket. He sits at the foot of your bed, giving you enough space so as to not make you uncomfortable in your own home, and to also not make you pass out (again) from the close proximity. His iconic boots are discarded, vest folded next to him, and mask in his pocket. You almost fainted again when he took it off.
“So, this Miles from earth–1610 is gonna get chased by Miguel and the entire society because he doesn't want his canon event to happen?” You nod as he recalls your story. Not a story anymore as this Hobie hasn't experienced it yet. Of course you didn't tell him the entire plot, just in case it rips a hole in the space time continuum. “And a few people are gonna need a watch?”
You sniffle, skin so warm that you think you're boiling the water in your hands.
“Hmm, that checks out. Good thing I started making these watches then eh, love?” His mischievous smile makes your stomach do flips, you're sure he's doing it intentionally.
Pinching yourself under the covers, chugging down the cool water, you muster up enough courage to actually speak coherent words.
“H-how’d you get here?”
“Fucked up my coordinates, I think. I'm pretty sure I'm not in Kansas anymore.” Hobie chuckles at his own joke before switching his attention to your wide eyed self. “Wizard of oz, you do have that here, right?”
“Y-yes,” you say meekly, drowning in his blue? Grey? Or brown eyes? You have no idea as his borders and colors change every minute or so. Nevertheless, you're absolutely done for. You guess this is what it feels like to meet your favourite celebrity, or in this case, favourite character. “Reverse isekai.” You whisper, nerding out at the possibilities.
“A what?” He says in his accent and you tamp down the feeling of wanting to say it back jokingly.
You clear your throat, “nothing.”
Nodding, he inhales, eyes darting around your fangirl room full of fandom merch and of course spiderverse merch. He zeroes in on the body pillow peeking under the blanket. You immediately lift the covers up to hide it, accidentally spilling water all over yourself and the bed. *Great, very smooth, you thought.
His eyes are soft and full of endearment whilst he watches you frantically and desperately dry yourself off.
You hope that he doesn't tease, but you know him, know his character, so you anticipate what happens next.
“What was that then?” He pats your foot, head tilting to look at you. You feel your head swirl again, and you swear the water spilled all over you evaporates from the sheer heat from your skin.
“N-nothing, Hobie.” You sink into the mattress.
“Right,” He unfolds his vest, putting it back on. “It's been great, but I gotta go.”
“Oh,” you blink, “do you want me to take out the posters? I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable.”
He shakes his head with a smile. “Nah, not uncomfortable, I've been in worse dimensions. This ain't that bad really.”
“They're bootlegs if that makes it more okay.”
Hobie laughs and you practically melt from the sound.
“Bootleg, huh? That's a great name, project bootleg it is.” His smile blinds you for a second. You feel like you've ascended to heaven. “I have a tight schedule, being Spider-Man and all, but maybe I can visit again to get some insider knowledge of the future. Eh, Oracle?”
“S-sure,” you choke on the singular word. “It's a date— wait– no, I meant—”
Hobie chuckles, hands on his hips, bouncing on the balls of his boot clad feet, and border turning bright pink. For some reason, in all your clumsy and goofy self, you just made *the Spider-Man sheepish. Not just any Spider-Man, Hobie Brown, your absolute favourite out of all the thousands of Spider-people in the entire multiverse.
“It's a date then, no fainting next time yeah? I'll still catch you anyway, but it wouldn't be that fun if you're sleeping through it.”
“Okay.” You manage to say, heart loudly beating in your chest when his art style changes into love poems etched into his design.
He jumps inside the portal to hide the poems, winking at you before his body disappears into the void.
As the portal closes, you pass out once again, with a lopsided smile this time.
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ilexdiapason · 9 months
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It's not every day you almost hit somebody with your car - but then again, it's not every day that the somebody in question falls directly out of the sky and into the road in front of you.
Oli slams the brakes as fast as he can physically manage, parks the car, hops out. (If traffic comes up behind him on a little road like this, only a couple of streets from his house, then they can wait for him to check on the body before he lets them past, alright?) Lying in front of him, tensed but not appearing to be grievously injured, is a man.
"Hello?"
The man's eyes flick open, his gaze wild and alert at once, and he scrambles back across the tarmac. "Who are you?"
"No - no, I'm not - you just fell in front of my car, that's all, I'm not a cop or anything."
"Don't need to be a cop to be dangerous," the stranger insists, fists balling against the road as though he'd rather be reaching for a weapon. "Where is this?"
"You're - we're in Sheffield," he hazards, "like, north Sheffield, not in the middle of town or anything. How did you fall out of the sky like that?"
"Sheffield?" the man repeats.
"Yeah?"
"What's your name?"
"Er - I'm Oli. Oliver."
The stranger stares at Oli like he's trying to bore a hole through to the other side of his skull. "OrionSound?"
Oli pauses. How in the everliving fuck does this random stranger know his gamertag, of all things? "What? Yes. What?"
"Right," the stranger mutters, "not over yet, I guess." He hops up, offers a hand, which Oli, bewildered, shakes. "My name is Martyn."
Ah - that would explain it. If, albeit, it is still a fucking insane coincidence. "You've been in some of our lobbies before. How did you work that out from name and location?"
Martyn stops short. "Hold on. Lobbies?"
"Yeah - on Pirates, right? And Rats. I always just sort of assumed you must be mates with Owen or something."
"Lobbies like - like in-game?"
"... Yes?"
Martyn looks around, as though he's processing this quiet side street for the very first time. He flexes his fingers on either side, half-concealed under fingerless gloves. Then he makes eye contact with Oli again. "Let me just get this straight. You've met me in-game, and this is not that. This is real."
"Yeah," Oli frowns, "what? Of course this is real. I'm sorry, am I missing something?"
And Martyn laughs, mirthless, like Oli's not privy to the greatest cosmic joke he can imagine. "Little bit, yeah. Right. I did get out. And I'm in Sheffield, and OrionSound of all people found me. And… I need to call my mum."
"You want my phone?"
"Oh, god, not now, I need a minute."
Against his better judgement, Oli makes a choice. "Well, if you need somewhere to go, just for a bit, we're not far from my house?"
Martyn laughs again. "Right! Sure. Let's do that. Fuck. Fucking hell, you've got a car, been a hot minute since I've seen one of those. Let's go."
So that's how Oli ends up letting Martyn, a man he's never met before but also knows quite well, into his car and into his home. It's not even one o'clock yet.
(part two here)
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caspercryptid · 2 months
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Reblog for reach! Do your part to make a druid more miserable TODAY
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morimakesfanart · 6 months
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so like I was going through snapchat filters and found the one that make u look old like really old and was wondering what Sinbad's reaction would be if he ever came across that filter let alone snapchat itself. I feel like his reaction would be one that we will never forget.
Anon, you have no idea how funny this idea has been to me. It has been festering in my brain for 10 months. I wrote up some idea for how to add it to a Reverse Isekai AU chapter, but it wasn't enough. I had to animate it!
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I cried from laughing to hard multiple times while making this XD You don't even know!
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sea-owl · 2 months
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ever thought about an evil Bridgerton au?
Where the Bridgerton were a evil, wicked, and the utmost powerful family. The spouses are the wounded heroes who are up to find their happy endings and each Bridgerton is their opstacle.
Where the Bridgerton Brother and Sisters try to get what they want and grow unhinged when they don’t.
But a twist in time occurs and Portia is the only one who remembers everything and is stunned that the Bridgertons are much more… kinder. Privileged but good hearted. Is this another one of their cruel tricks? A new method to gets the heroines (Kate, Sophie, Penelope, and Lucy) to sleep with the brothers respectively or for Simon, Philip, Michael, and Garrett do the cruel bidding of the sister? It doesn’t help the eight destined heroes are actually seemingly falling for their respective ‘evil’ Bridgerton.
So like a reverse on the Isekai au? Instead of the spouses being the villains and the Bridgertons being the heroes in their first lives, we know have the spouses being the heroes while the Bridgertons are the evil ones.
Damn now Portia has even more reasons to be paranoid if it's the reverse.
Ok so let me think. So, let's say that Edmund's death is what fundamentally changed the family. Before yeah, the siblings did have some of these darker tendencies, but they were well tamed with guidance from Edmund and Violet. After Edmund's death, and Violet falling into her postpartum depression there was no more good influence on the siblings. They had to figure everything out on their own, and there was no one there to tame those darker tendencies.
The sisters plan their marriages based on the power they would gain from them. Simon was an easy target for Daphne, he was friends with Anthony before the tragedy and just of all the power she would hold as a duchess. There is that pesky heir question though. Eloise was looking to spread there influence farther and found her target in a distant cousin's husband. She'll have to take care of the cousin first but no lost love for her. After all the siblings just need each other. Francesca's plans got interrupted when John unexpectedly died. She didn't have that heir to fully submit her power yet, and then she was pissed when she had that miscarriage. Now she had to start all over again? Michael's running away didn't help with her plans either but no worries Francesca is a patient woman. She will keep her title.
Meanwhile the brothers have this obsession with the heroines from their stories. They want to ruin them, break them. Anthony and Colin live for the fight Kate and Penelope give them. They want "their" women to fight them, it will be all that much sweeter when they finally force them to submit. Benedict refuses to loose the chase, he gets high off it and when finally he catches his prey. The more Sophie denies him the more excited he gets.
Portia remembers the scared look her daughter would get. Constantly looking over her shoulder as if she was expecting something or rather someone to jump out at her. She remembers seeing them alone together, but refusing to say anything, she would not trap her daughter that way.
So Portia was greatly confused when she woke up one day to see her daughters younger and more carefree they had been in years. How was this possible? Portia was given even more of a whiplash when she ran into a few of the Bridgerton brood that morning too. They were . . . respectful? Kind? What was going on?
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Just curious! I love the fics of Vash being in our world! So I’m just wondering, what kind of job or hobbies do you think he would have? I definitely think something with plants for sure! Or maybe animals!
I’m just curious on your take cuz that would be a cute fic too! Him getting his first job! Awe 🥹
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Vash's career choices on Earth
In my little world, Vash decided to be a house husband. You make enough money to live generously, and although he hates being in your debt, he makes up for it by giving you the love you didn't receive as a kid, the one that made you a workaholic and can't take a goddamn break (atting myself here). He maintains the house, loves to try new recipes he finds online, and reads from the mountains of books in your library.
He loves gardening, swimming (once he finally learns how), and researching animals, plants, and places the two of you can travel to.
Now, if Vash were to get a job, it would be one that is probably close to your house, within walking distance, or close to a bus stop. Despite the "concrete jungle," as he puts it, (even if you live in a rural area) he still can't drive worth a shit.
There's a government agency for displaced interdimensional entities such as Vash, that helps them get proper paperwork, and I won't get into that right now, but the only reason he got his damn license is that after the 5th try, he didn't miss a driving instruction. The car, however, had eaten nearly seven traffic cones. The instructor issued him the license as a "in emergencies only" kind of thing.
He doesn't want to rely on you driving him everywhere. He finds a job doing something leisury like stocking shelves at the mom & pop grocery store, working at the local library, or at the local coffee shop down the block.
He only wants part time so he can spend more time with you, but he's big into volunteer work, and usually spends most of his off days at the local community Kitchen, the animal shelter, helping the city plant trees, sorting food at the food bank, and helping with fundraiser events for local youth groups.
He makes a lot of friends, and is always beloved by those he works with. The children he works with will always stop him to say hi in public, and he's always stopping to help that little old lady across the street.
Now hobbies are a whole new ball game for Vash. With unlimited past times at his disposal, he becomes a jack of all trades quite easily. Mending clothes was always a must before, but now he can create his own clothes with an endless catalog of fabrics found at the local craft store.
He makes clothes that fit well against his prosthetic arm, and keep too many scars showing while keeping cool in the summer heat. He now also makes clothes that fit his form instead of the baggy clothes he's used to. He still makes them pretty baggy anyway to hide the occasional metal pieces holding his body together.
He likes sports like baseball, basketball, and roller skating, though he's still a little clumsy. He loves to watch anime with you, and enjoys Bleach, (because of the shared voice actor), The Way of The House Husband (because he's also a simp for his partner), and Fullmetal Alchemist (though he cries at every death in both Bleach and FMA) he plays video games that are mostly relaxing like animal crossing, pokemon, and some fighting games like Blazblue and Capcom's fighting games.
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nyaagolor · 2 years
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Thinking about a reverse isekai
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jinkiesmariz · 1 year
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Now what if I said I would have garroth art for the new year
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boiled-cats · 3 months
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Guys
Guys what if
What if sagau and sahsrau reverse isekai, but they appear in our world as a size proportional to the screen you play on
So, like, if you play hsr on your phone, you can expect to see a tiny trailblazer on your desk, about 1 or 2 inches tall, trying to fashion a weapon out of paperclips and a thumbtack
Or if you’re on your computer, accidentally kicking a 5 inch tall Xiao across the floor while trying to get a midnight snack because he was patrolling the house for demons
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eliciana · 2 months
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Reverse SAGAU: The Weird Door At My Café
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Tw: Reverse!Isekai!Sagau, Normal Au, Café Au, a bit of cussing like this bit 🤏.
Reader: Gn!Reader, Adult!Reader, Café Owner!Reader
Characters: Reader, Paimon, Traveler
Note: Restaurant to Another World animanga inspired au. You can slide into my dms if you ever want to be tagged in my works just tell me what series you want to be tagged in or all of them. thank you <3. Also, I may say that the characters other than the reader may be a bit OOC cause it's been a long time since I played genshin and I'm just finishing all of my works with my knowledge left from playing the game. So sorry about it 🙏🙏.
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You stood, motionless, your eyes fixed in disbelief upon the distant scene before you. As the wind cut through the air, a shiver ran down your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The purity of the air surrounded you, carrying with it an intoxicating scent that smelled pure. The warm touch of the sun's rays caressing your skin affirmed that this experience couldn't possibly be a figment of your imagination. A fleeting thought of doubt crept in, but you quickly dismissed it; after all, you had never dabbled in any kind of drugs. This moment, as unbelievable as it seems, had to be undeniably real.
With careful fingers, you gently retrieved your fallen shoe/heel/slipper from the bed of plush, emerald-green grass. As you slipped it back onto your foot, your eyes instinctively wandered upward, transfixed by the expansive stretch of blue sky above you. It was quite unlike the very bright pixelated one you see on your screen. Everything that you see within the door was real and not a nightmare.
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After composing yourself, you went inside your cafe, close the door, drag a chair nearest to the door, took a seat on the chair you placed infront of the door, and contemplated life. A deep heavy sigh got out your mouth as you continue looking the the strange thing infront of you. "What now? What do I do? Should I just lock it?" you asked yourself and looked at the door. Welp, well, there goes your master plan. Suprise suprise there's no keyhole and having a key would not make any difference. "Ugh."
You sat up and opened the door again, only to be baffled to see a different scenery other than the distant City of Mondstadt. The door was now currently in the Liyue Harbor. You closed the door and opened it again, you were now in Inazuma. Close, open, and now in Sumeru. Once again, you are now in Fontaine.
"Yeah bye." you closed the door again and returned the chair from where it once was. Contemplating what you should do next, your feet carried you around the whole café. You went to the counter and decided to make yourself something to help with calming yourself first in order to think clearly. It was a good thing that you had brought all of the materials and ingredients you needed in the café because you had thought of opening the café tomorrow. But with how things are now, you don't know what to do.
Teyvat is filled with many dangerous beings such as hilichurls, slimes, etc. You are but a normal human being with no experience in fighting and fighting your baby cousins was not enough of an experience to be able to fight toe to toe with monsters you have only seen through a screen. Yes, a gun would probably best to use but you don't have a permit for that and you don't want to be in jail when you have just barely open your dream café. But nobody had to know, right? What if-
A deep sigh fell from your lips once again. The stress is really getting in to you, huh? The bitter/sweet aroma of (coffee/tea/juice) filled your sense of smell. You were making your favorite, (your choice of coffee/tea/juice). After some time of finishing your drink, you took it along with a (pastry of your choice) that you had in your car, in which you had thought of eating to celebrate the opening, and sat in a chair facing the door. Taking your time in eating/drinking, many thoughts come and go in your head to solve the predicament you are in now. You had even thought of postponing the opening of the café until you had thought of a way on what to do with the door.
Of course you read the fanfics circulating all around the genshin fandom and one of the those that you have read was SAGAU where you might be the imposter or the creator of teyvat or you become a villain or anything in between. The most common of them was being an imposter. What if you were to become the said imposter if one day a person will open the door to your café? What if they kill you? What if-
*creak......*
Your rambling came to a stop as you looked at the door horrified. Oh no no no no no no NO NO NO! YOU JINXED YOURSELF DIDN'T YOU?! THIS DAMNED FATE-
'Oh dear God, Buddha, Allah, Deities, whoever higher being there is, pls help me...' you thought as you clasp your hands, praying to higher beings. Before you could even feel it, tears cascaded down you face to the table. "I'm nOt ReAdy tO dIE yeT... Ughhhhhhhh" you sobbed into your hands loudly like a child lost in a mall.
"Hello?" a person peaked from behind the door.
Fuck.
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The Traveler, along with Paimon, was doing their daily quests until they saw something shining in the far distance. Their curiousity made them want to investigate it.
"Hm. Why is a door in the middle of the forest with no support or whatsoever?" Paimon mumbled as the door came into their view. The Traveler also had the same thought.
"Is it perhaps a magic door of some kind? I think w-"
*creak*
The Traveler stopped speaking as the door opened but from where they are right now, they couldn't see who opened the door and couldn't get to ask since the door closed with a loud bang when they were going to get closer.
"Well... that was something..." Paimon looked at the Traveler. "Traveler? What's wrong? BREATHE! YOU'RE GOING TO DIE AT THIS RATE!" Paimon brought tons of fried egg out of the Traveler's bag and smacked it into the Traveler's mouth and forced them to chew the egg.
After confirming the Traveler is back into top condition, Paimon asked them what the hell happened to them.
"I-I don't know. I suddenly felt something when whoever opened that door and the air around me became heavy that it became hard to breathe..." The Traveler shooked their head gently and sighed. "I also felt something strange. The energy of whoever is beyond that door, excluded an aura that is very familiar to me, but I don't know who or what it is."
"Hm. Paimon thinks that we should open that door and see whoever that and see if they truly are familiar to you or maybe perhaps this connection that you feel is related to your sibling!" Paimon twirled around the air, exaggerating her words with her actions.
For once, Traveler thought it was a good idea at first but there is also a flaw in that idea. A flaw that might cause their life if whoever is beyond that door is hostile and will kill them. It is better to be cautious then to be 6ft underground before finding their sibling.
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meamiiikiii · 2 months
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ways to wear a coat ft a reverse entry au siffrin
(also i am referring to the modern office / reverse isekai loop au as the reverse entry au moving forward)
(it is a clever wordplay that encapsulates both ideas i promise)
bonus:
silly tiny bonus for those who click read more ADFSAFASAS
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ilexdiapason · 9 months
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(part one here)
Martyn, as it turns out, only has three phone numbers memorised.
One of them is his own. The second is his mother’s, which he tries, and receives the unfortunate information that the number has been disconnected and leads nowhere.
He finally has some luck with the third, the landline phone number of his house - while nobody picks this up, either, it does connect to somewhere at least. Martyn is able to leave a voicemail explaining that he’s out of the situation he was in that meant he couldn’t come home, and that he’ll be there by tonight.
“Where’s there?” Oli asks, kind of hoping Martyn won’t need a lift to Bristol or anything out of the way like that.
“Nottingham,” Martyn replies, guarded.
Oh - that’s not so bad, then. “I can give you a lift down, if you need?”
“Aren’t you busy?”
“Oh, no.” Oli’s remote working today; as long as he keeps an eye on his emails, nobody should even notice he’s gone, and if he can always call in a family emergency if Martyn does take him up on the offer to drive. It is a family emergency, after all, it seems - just not Oli’s family.
Martyn perks up at the response, though. “Oh, I getcha. Job market, eh?” He makes a cutting motion across his throat, with noise to match.
“No, I’ve got a job! A pretty good one, actually. That’s why I can afford living on my own.”
“Ah.” A silence, and then Martyn flicks the phone back on in his hands. “Oh, god. December 2023?”
“... Yes?” Why did you not know what month it was? Or, from the sounds of it, what year?
“God, my mum’s gonna be out of her wits, that’s awful.” He flicks at the screen - then, sheepish, asks, “What’s your passcode?”
“Here, I’ll -” Oli takes it out of his hands, taps in the shape of a circle “- what d’you want?”
“Oh, I was just gonna google myself.”
Oli pulls up Google. Waits, expectantly.
“Er - Martyn Littlewood.”
And oh, jesus, yeah, that’s a missing persons case. Last seen April 2021, no wonder he was bloody worried about the year, suspect investigated but no proof identified, case well and truly cold.
Martyn must see it in his face the way he’s started, because he grimaces. “That bad?”
“About what you’d expect,” says Oli, turning the phone around to face Martyn. He snatches it, which is unexpected but honestly not out of character for the stuff he remembers from Martyn in-game.
Wait.
“Hold on - how were you getting on SMPs with us lot if you were… whatever you were?”
Martyn grimaces harder. “Long story. Difficult, too. Let’s just say there’s a lotta people who I last saw lunging for my neck, and they’re not gonna stop because I’m here.”
“Are you a wanted man? Do I need to barricade the doors, close the blinds, what?”
“Nah, nah - just keep me away from your computer.” He pauses again to consider that. “Actually. If you’re here, does that mean everyone else is too?”
“What, the other people on the server? Well, they’re not here, but I could message people if you want, say you’ve… I don’t know, turned up at Sainsbury’s?”
“I’m an ASDA man myself,” Martyn cracks, and then frowns at the screen. “So can I go on your Discord? I won’t send anything. I just want to know.”
“Erm - sure.”
He taps through, immediately lights up. “Scott!”
Ah, yeah, he had been DMing Scott this morning. Something about axolotls, if he’s not mistaken. “Yeah! He’s all the way in Brighton, though, I don’t know if I could swing that much of a lift.”
“And Bek. And Eloise, and - oh my god, I need to know what Sausage’s real name is.”
“I’ve never asked.”
“You just call him Sausage, all the time?”
“S’funny, innit?”
Martyn nods solemnly. “It is funny.”
He sits like that for a while, scrolling through Oli’s DM history, muttering names under his breath. “I mean,” says Oli, “we can add you, if you like.”
“God. Yeah, you prob’ly can. Let me try it.”
A few seconds later, and Martyn’s handing back the phone to Oli with a pending friend request to InTheLittleWood in tow. “Don’t know why you didn’t offer that before, if you’re so excited.”
“Couldn’t,” Martyn says nonchalantly.
“Right, and does that have something to do with this missing persons case of yours?”
His face falls. “Yeah, actually. Something like that.”
“Ah.”
They decide to wait until either his mum calls Oli back or Oli is officially clocked out of work to get back in the car. Until then, it seems like it’s time for Oli to get Martyn up to speed on the last… two and a half years, good lord, that’s a while…
(part three here)
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caspercryptid · 2 months
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Reblog for reach, help me give this boy a bad time
Astarion | shadowheart |
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morimakesfanart · 1 year
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quick question so for the one shots will u take request?
Yes. I am taking requests and suggestions. Patrons on patreon will get priority with suggestions. It's taking me a while to get the first ones done. I like to have at least 3 "chapters" done when I start posting a series.
The request list so far: -Reverse Isekai AU with Sinbad & all 8 Generals -Mori turned into a 6 or 7 y/o -Mori shrunk down small enough to fit in Sin's pocket -Many requests for Adventures AU so I'll be testing a bunch of set ups until I figure out what I want to do for a full fic
I do have some ideas of my own that I'll be doing too. One of which is already written with one art done, but I can't start this series with a NSFW one shot since I can't post most of it on tumblr I want to have at least 2 requests done before I post one that one.
I have the Reverse Isekai AU drafted but I'm not happy with it yet. I'm struggling with keeping it light hearted since I will suddenly have to support 9 more people which will absolutely make us live paycheck to paycheck even if some of them can find work. I do have this some drawings I did while trying to figure it out what would be actually enjoyable for the AU:
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EDITED TO ADD: If you have any suggestions for things you want to see in the isekai AU please send them to me or DM them (whichever). One Anon sent an idea of Sin messing with Snapchat filters and it definitely helped!
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sea-owl · 2 months
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Reverse evil Bridgerton au: Portia is keeping a eye on the Bridgertons, not allowing Penelope anywhere near them. Pen tries to follow her mother’s rule but she can’t help but feel drawn to Colin and Eloise.
She wounds up sneaking out, meeting her best friends. Later, she and Colin would fall in love but they worry, her mother expressed her hatred for every Bridgerton but especially about him but they love each other SO MUCH.
I feel like how I would run this particular scenario would be Portia does forbid her daughters from interacting with the Bridgertons and secretly rebellious Penelope would hesitate to listen to her but seeing the genuine concern from Portia leads her to listening. Besides she is making new friends with other children even if they don't live in London like Phillip, Michael, and Sophie. Oh and her pen pal from India, Edwina!
But that doesn't stop the curiosity she feels or this weird feeling she has towards the Bridgertons. Like some sort of connection? Which is odd considering she's never once spoken to them.
Not that they ever really notice her, or would have a chance. She's not out in society yet, and Portia does a good job of keeping unwanted eyes away from her kids. At best, they would see her from a distance if she was in a group outing with her family.
Well that all changed one day when two days before her 16th birthday Penelope's bonnet got caught in the wind. The ribbons had come loose and one gust of strong wind had sent it flying.
"Oh no!" Penelope cried as she chased after her bonnet. It really wasn't anything special if anyone asked, in fact, it was rather old, but it was sentimental to Penelope. So chase after it she must.
"Blasted thing!" Penelope cursed to herself as the wind changed direction on her yet again. Every time she was just about to grab it it slipped into a different direction.
Penelope had failed to realize the wind had led her astray from any of the normal walking paths. Too focused on retrieving her precious bonnet, she failed to hear the hoofbeats growing closer to her.
"Will you stop!" Penelope groaned out in frustration as she yet again failed to grab the bonnet.
The wind must've decided to grant Penelope her wish because it did stop and her bonnet also stopped right into the face of a young man on a horse.
Penelope gasped as she watched the rider become unseated, his rear ending up in the mud. "I'm so sorry!" She shouted, her face flushed.
Sue expected him to be angry, to yell at her. To give her a stinging set down. But he did none of that. He did something Penelope would have never guessed a gentleman would do, especially after being knocked off his horse. He laughed.
"Well that wasn't well to do of me," the gentleman laughed, pulling Penelope's bonnet from his face.
Oh, Penelope recognized him. He was a Bridgerton. Her body tensed once again. She should leave as soon as possible.
The gentleman laughed once again as he stood, handing Penelope back her bonnet. "Oh all the introductions this has to be one of the most exciting. Colin Bridgerton."
Penelope bit her lip. She really shouldn't be talking to him, but he's been so kind so far! Why would her mama not wanting her to talk to such a kind person?
"Penelope!" A concerned gasp was heard from behind.
Penelope felt herself being pulled towards her mama. Her mama's grip shaking.
Lady Bridgerton appeared then as well, along with a few other of her children. Portia pulled Penelope even closer.
The conversation was short and Portia was quick to lead her children away as soon as the opportunity arose. But the whole time Penelope could feel a pair of green eyes on her.
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