#Army basic training wake up time

[voxisdaddy]

Love Me, Please

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairings: Alastor/Lucifer/Adam/Husk/Angel/Vox/Valentino/Tom Trench/Saint Peter

Type: Scenarios/Comfort

C/TW: Swearing, blood, reader written with fem parts in mind (bc this bout periods, duh)

In which you miss your boyfriend/cling to your boyfriend and are being emotional about it. Basically—period emotions.

This is more for me bc it’s that time of the month and I desperately want some comfort lol | also Angel’s I left up to either be platonic or romantic

Alastor

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He was at yet another unremarkable overlord meeting when he felt something pulling on him. Back at the hotel, you laid on your bed wrapped in a cocoon of sorts, eyes tiredly watching your shadow pulling on one of Alastor’s shadows-which he left to keep an eye on you. Alastor’s grin turned to one of amusement—oh how needy you are when it’s that time of the month for you. The meeting finally came to a close and instead of making his way back to the hotel with a lovely stroll, he disappears in his shadows. Not before bidding a friendly farewell with his dear friend, Rosie. He materializes in the center of your room with a shit eating grin as he twirls his microphone around.

“I was hardly apart from you for more than an hour, my dear.”

Lucifer

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lucifer had errands he couldn’t postpone today and so he made you promise to text him when you miss him and he’ll make his way right back in a jiffy! The bedroom door only closed behind him when he got a text from you. An ‘I miss you’ along with a sad face emoticon. He burst the door open, tears welling up in his eyes, as he crawled back into bed with you to hold you close. You honestly thought he was more emotional than you at the moment.

“My poor ducky! I’m sowwy!”

Adam

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Adam has been around for ages so I like to think he knows a bit about menstruation. On top of that, he has an army of baddies he likes spending time with-usually training but that's still time spent with them regardless. However he's definitely still rough around the edges since usually with his girls, he uses that to egg them on into being tougher fighters either physically or emotionally. If you're a person who's quick to be a grump or a crying mess then uhhh...just know he doesn't mean to be a dick all the time. He tries though, despite how annoying and tiresome it is. Especially since you make him feel oh so special with how you seem to demand his attention and his attention only. Right now you lay on his chest, looking on at the items set on the coffee table with a glint of amusement.

"Babe-you said pads with wings! I got that! I even made sure the chicken wings came with the good sauce."

Husk

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Husk is very vigilant so he's quickly able to come to the conclusion that you're on your period before even you realize it. It was just after he finished closing up the bar and returned to your room for a late nights rest when he smelt it. He might technically be an old man, but he's a respectful one and has been around for quite some time. He knows that small. Despite knowing you might be embarrassed to find out that he can smell it, he figured you'd be more grateful that he woke you up so you can deal with it before you wake up feeling all gross and annoyed in the morning. Plus it was worth it to almost immediately get a hug from you after being apart for a few extra hours than he liked.

"Come on. Don't wanna ruin your new pajama's now, do you baby doll?

Angel Dust

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This man was out on a much needed night out with his long time bestie, Cherri Bomb. You of course coming as his plus one that his bestie always welcomed like the supportive girly she is. He couldn't quite enjoy himself as much this time around though as he sat at in a corner booth with you hunched over your drink. You're hand gripping one of his hands as if you're afraid he's gonna leave. Despite how awkward he felt trying to comfort you, he did his best and allowed himself to be as sympathetic as much as he could.

"Toot's-if you wanna leave it's okay! You know I'll stick with ya! No need to make ya headache worse than it already is!"

Vox

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox still holds certain belief's and mindsets he had from his time in the 1950's. Part of that meaning him being 'grossed out' by your period and beliefs in woman faking or over exaggerating their monthly disturbances. He learned to keep his opinions to himself though, due to previous encounters with Velvette, and found it easier to just well, cater to your needs. They were easy enough for the most part. Food and beverage cravings? He's got ya covered. Cramps and aches? You're in luck because this man is basically one large heating pad. Which quickly became a downside for him because then you wanted him all the time. Didn't matter if he was working or not. He tried to put his foot down once but it only made you emotional so uhhh-

"Honey, I'll only be gone for one hour. As soon as the meeting ends, I'll lay my head on your stomach, okay?"

Valentino

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Valentino can only smirk to himself when he finds out it's now your time of the month. Which isn't hard to figure out since he woke up to you latched onto him like a koala this morning. A puff of red smoke invades your senses as a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, a third hand coming to play with the top of your head. Valentino, spending years working with woman and people who endure this bloody cycle, knows a few...remedy's. He has his favourite solutions, obviously. Only if you're down. The last time he tried being more...persuasive with his advances to you during these times, it didn't go well-to put it lightly.

"Mi cariño~A good fucking helps with this time of the month, you kno-" ... "Or we could share some snacks. Kitty!"

Tom Trench

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ For this man I pray you are not a bitch on your period. Poor guy already has to deal with his co-star Katie Killjoy everyday. Whatever you deal with on your period though, just know your man is there and keeps your needy ass close. Such as right now, as you sit in an oversized fuzzy hoodie on Tom's couch, watching him and Katie host the latest news live. You glance down at your phone with Tom's messages open. You want to text him but you knew it wouldn't reach him anyways-they had to keep their devices on silent while they hosted. As soon as they were finished with their shift of the day however, Tom rushed to his dressing room to find you staring at the door with open arms.

"The interns told me you were waiting for me."

Saint Peter

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This man would never admit it out loud, and if he did he would word it very carefully, but he loves it when its your time of the month. I mean he feels bad for you obviously; dealing with an inconvenience once a month even in your afterlife does not sound like any sort of blessing, but he's clingy and affectionate himself. And you clinging to him just as much? Oh it's like he's died and went to Heaven-again! Currently he lays on the couch with you in his arms, you both engulfing each other in a snuggly cuddle. He periodically checks the time-as much as he loves this he's still got a job to do. He voices this but quickly finds himself soothing you.

"I'm only going to work, sweetheart! P-please don't cry!"

This was supposed to be reader missing them but some of them became not exactly that and I’m sorry lol

I’ve had this in my drafts for a month, felt about right to finally post it. I’m also ashamed to admit, it took me way too long trynna figure out what to write for Tom’s dialogue. I love him but if I don’t know him as well as I thought 😭

[hannahbarberra162]

Under the Microscope (Yandere Sabo x Reader)

18+ MDNI on Ao3

Part 2

Inspired by "A Good Prisoner," by greenflowerpot. They're an incredible writer, I used the story setup but with Sabo. I'm not sure how many parts this will be, but it won't follow the same story path beyond the jail.

Also I don’t know anything about molecules. Or genes. Or anything related to Sciemps. So if it’s wrong, uh... just roll with it.

Yandere Sabo X Reader (no use of Y/N)

~~~

Sabo's the best prisoner you've ever had at your Marine base. He's polite, handsome, and pleasant company. You'll be sad when he gets sent to Impel Down. But Sabo's got other ideas that might not align with your own.

~

The Marines aren't taking good care of you. So Sabo's going to have to do it himself.

Flame Emperor Sabo was the best prisoner you’d ever guarded. It surprised you because you preferred pirate prisoners to Revolutionary Army prisoners. Pirates were at least straightforward, saying lewd comments to you, leering at you, and mocking you in equal amounts. Their disdain for you as a Marine, particularly a desk bound Marine, was nearly palpable in every interaction.

Revolutionaries, however, seemed to think that you were unaware of the situation of the world and lectured you endlessly about how you were a cog in the machine that would destroy everything and everyone in it. The constant aggrandizing of their own station - while in literal chains! - was so grating you stopped interacting with any of them long ago. Instead you’d study during your guard shift, hoping the prisoner at hand would sleep or leave you alone. You knew the Marines weren’t a benevolent government force, but science as a career really only existed within the context of the World Government. Unless you wanted to work directly for a pirate or Warlord, which was….risky at best. Being a Marine killed two birds with one stone - you got to work in your dream profession and you got to send steady money back to your family. So you shut your mouth, completed basic training and joined the ranks of the Marines.

After basic training, you’d made your way into the research division of the Marines, forgoing active duty. You didn’t see battle or even leave the base, just worked on the research assignments handed down to you from your superiors. Over the past two years, the projects had gotten increasingly complex and you had to spend nearly all your waking hours working or studying. If you could devote all your time to research, you might be able to finish with a little more speed. Unfortunately, the Marines had a rule that all Devil Fruit users had to supervise prisoners at minimum once a week. You assumed they made the rule thinking Devil Fruit users would be able to use their powers to fight, but that wasn’t true for you. You’d tried to get your name off the list of Devil Fruit guards to no avail. Government red tape and regulations meant that for at least 8 hours a week, you’d be watching whoever was in the maximum security jail cell. No one liked guard duty - you’d rather be researching and the other Marines would rather be fighting. 

Your base - Bayonette  - was strategically located at a narrowing of the Grand Line paths. Ships had to pass near the island unless they wanted to take a much longer route around it. Which meant that most of the Marines at your base were from the fighting corps, and enjoyed engaging the pirates and Revolutionaries in battle. You were one of two scientists at this base, you hadn’t been asked where you wanted to be stationed. You had hoped to get to a science focused base, but you took what came your way. The other Marines were disdainful of your position, thinking you provided no real use to the base as a whole. You’d tried to fit in with them for a few months but gave up as they grew more hostile towards you the more you tried.  Sure, every time there was a party someone would secretly try to get into your pants, but for the most part they found you weak and pointless. You avoided them, they ignored or taunted you. You spent nearly all of your time alone and working both to complete your projects and to avoid the others. It was a lonely time for you, even if it was important for your career. 

You were so disconnected from the active duty staff that you hadn’t even known a prisoner as notorious as the Flame Emperor was at the base until you walked in for your shift, textbook and notes tucked under your arm and cup of coffee in your hand. He was laying on the wide metal bench that doubled as his bed, hands in seastone cuffs resting behind his head. Upon seeing you, he sat upright, straightened his suit coat, and put his tophat on his head. 

He was wearing an interesting ensemble, but you’d seen far worse. He had a full suit complete with frilly shirt, top hat with goggles, and leather gloves.  The cell room was usually warm but today it felt downright hot, you wondered why he wasn’t removing some of his layers. Not that it really mattered. He had prominent facial scarring covering his left eye and going further down his face and neck. The eye with the scarring was milky white, while the other was startlingly blue, like the color of a turbulent sea. He had likely been good looking before the scars, but  now he was unreasonably attractive for a criminal. You wondered how he got his scars - probably from nefarious activities of some kind. You realized belatedly you were staring at him. 

“Hello, pleased to meet you. I’m Sabo,” he said, tipping his hat to you. He was introducing himself like you were on a blind date, not a prisoner and guard. 

“Aren’t you the Flame Emperor?” you asked him. Did you get your criminals mixed up again? You’d found out the hard way nothing made them angrier than confusing them for someone else. Not that they could do anything to you from behind bars, but it was annoying to listen to them rant and rave about your mistake.

“That’s my epithet, but you can just call me Sabo.” Your surprise must have registered on your face because he looked at you from his cell and smiled kindly.

“Um, it’s nice to meet you, Sabo.” You sat down opposite his cell on the long bench provided to you and put down your textbook and sheets of notes. The bench was bracketed by thick walls on either side, giving you something to lean against while seated if it was a smooth shift.

“How come you’ve never been my guard before?” 

“Oh, I only work one or two shifts a week.” Generally you avoided talking to prisoners, especially about information related to Marine matters, but you couldn’t see how this would hurt. It’s not like he wouldn’t figure it out. He stared at you unblinkingly through the bars, taking stock of you head to foot. You hoped he wouldn’t try anything violent since you couldn’t do anything to stop him if he succeeded. 

“Why don’t you have a gun?” Sabo was observant, usually prisoners didn’t notice at all. 

“I just don’t,” you said, shrugging.

“But why don’t you have one?” he asked conversationally. Sabo’s ability to pick up your semantic games gave him some standing in your eyes. Usually you could talk your way out of having to answer questions with half truths and lies of omission. You answered him with another shrug. It was better that he didn’t know you had never been assigned one since you were only research staff. You yawned and took a sip of your coffee right after. Plenty of cream and sugar, just the way you liked it. You’d practically been mainlining coffee with this new assignment. It had come to you directly from Admiral Sakazuki himself, so you were under immense pressure to get everything right - and fast. 

“You look exhausted. Are you not getting enough rest?” Sabo had come to sit in front of the bars and was continuing to watch you.

“I’m fine, thank you,” you replied coolly. The truth was that you were exhausted and had been for weeks. But when you tried to close your eyes and rest at night all you could think of was your work, how behind you were, and how you’d have to explain yourself to the Fleet Admiral. Being reminded of your sleeplessness and anxiety made your hand holding the coffee start to shake. You frowned to yourself and set down the cup on the bench. This had been happening to you for months now and was only getting worse. You put your hands under your thighs to stop them from shaking. Sabo was watching you, which made you feel self conscious, so you avoided eye contact. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. You pulled your hands from under your legs and picked up the textbook. 

“What are you reading?” Sabo asked cordially. He was not giving up. Rather, it seemed the less you talked to him, the more he wanted to talk to you. At least he wasn't being rude or crude, you supposed. You flashed him the cover of the textbook.

“Molecular Diagnostics: Nucleic acid amplification,” he said as he recited the title aloud. No one ever cared after you showed them what you read. You cracked it open to where you’d left off and started to concentrate.

“Interesting! So what are you looking for that can’t be detected with fluorescence in situ hybridization?” Your head snapped up - you hadn’t heard anyone talk about FISH since you’d been at the base. 

“You know about molecular cytogenetics?” you asked in disbelief. Sabo nodded fervently, bringing his hands under his chin.

“Of course! If I hadn’t become a Revolutionary, I would have become a scientist. I still try and do some experiments on the side, but between fighting the World Government and being a Marine prisoner, I just haven’t had the time lately.” You looked down at your textbook but had a small smile on your face. 

“I didn’t know this was a research base,” Sabo continued, arching his brow.

“It isn’t really.” You had to be careful about how much you said, you couldn’t give him any information about what you were working on. But this base wasn’t known for research, that was common knowledge. 

“I’m not going to divulge any information,” you uttered, crossing your arms. You’d figured out his angle. Sabo probably thought he could get information out of you by pretending to be interested in what you liked. Though, he had known about FISH, so maybe some of his interest was genuine? Probably not. You’d learned from childhood onward that people only talked to you when they needed something, not for companionship. Even your own family was like that. They loved you of course, but they didn’t really understand you in any meaningful way. 

“Hm? I don’t want information from you. Just conversation. You’re the most interesting Marine who’s stepped foot in here,” replied Sabo with wide eyes. You did your best to keep from rolling your eyes. How stupid did he think you were? You’d keep your guard up, there was no way he was telling the truth.

“Well, I do want one piece of information from you,” he continued. “You didn’t tell me your name. What should I call you?” He’d hear it at guard change anyway, might as well share something in the hopes it satisfied some of his curiosity.

“People around here call me Mag.” You looked back down at your textbook to hopefully end the conversation.

“Mag? That’s an unusual name. Is it short for anything?” Sabo asked, your standoffish body language not affecting his desire for conversation. He was now as close to you as he could get within his cell. 

“It’s just a nickname.” It hadn’t been one you liked or wanted, but it had stuck with you since basic training.

“How did you get it?”

“Listen, I don’t … I really need to study, I’m sorry.” You cringed as you realized you had apologized to your own prisoner. It was a hard habit to break. Sabo raised his hands in front of his face apologetically and smiled at you again. You were burning up in the room - you untied your neckerchief and unbuttoned your jacket. It wasn’t inappropriate, just not in code. But it was so hot you thought you’d pass out if you didn’t do something.

“Please forgive me. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mag.” Sabo didn’t talk to you for the next few hours, but he did watch you the entire time. Every time you raised your eyes from your book to check on him, he was looking at you with interest. When you went to write notes, you’d feel his blue and white eyes on you. He wasn’t even embarrassed about being caught, he just smiled at you and continued to stare like it was the most normal thing in the world. You weren’t even sure he was blinking, just observing you like you were under a microscope. After a while, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why are you staring at me?” you snapped your textbook shut angrily, making a loud cracking noise. It was hard for you to concentrate knowing he was surveying you constantly. 

“How often do your hands shake?” Sabo asked, tilting his head in curiosity. You were taken aback by his non-sequitur.

“I don’t keep track.” You did actually, and the frequency was increasing. 

“It gets worse when you stop reading and start writing notes. What’s making you so nervous? It can’t be the molecules.” You pressed your lips into a thin line. You hadn’t realized it was so noticeable. 

“I don’t mean to upset you. I’m just worried,” he said with a frown. You barked out an incredulous laugh. 

“Worried? About me? I appreciate your concern but I think you should worry about yourself,” you said in an unamused tone. Just who did he think he was? Your father? Sabo’s frown deepened. It was finally time for shift change and you could leave this strange prisoner and his penetrating gaze. By the time you would have another shift, he might even be sent to Impel Down and wouldn’t have to think about him again. You gathered your things and walked towards the door, needing to wait for someone to come before you could leave. Unfortunately you saw your least favorite person was coming in after you, Petty Officer Koji. And petty was certainly a good term for him. Ever since you spurned his advances, he’d been making your life hell whenever he could. He opened the door suddenly with a bang, making you jump.

“Aw Mag, didn’t mean to scare you. Doors can be so very frightening,” he said sarcastically, bumping you hard with his shoulder as he came into the room. You nearly fell backwards with the force of his knock, instead stumbling into the wall behind you. He liked to pick you for a lot of reasons, but especially because of your lack of combat skills. You didn’t reply. He took his time looking you up and down, which made your skin crawl.

“Why are you out of uniform?” he asked in an obnoxious tone. You looked down and realized you forgot to rebutton your shirt and tie your neckerchief. Normally, you’d just get a verbal order to get back to code, especially since this room was known for being too warm. But you had a feeling Koji was going to make this a problem.

“I apologize, Petty Officer Koji. It was hot in the –” 

“I didn’t ask for your excuse, Ensign. As punishment, you’ll take the rest of my guard shifts for the next two weeks starting tomorrow. Understood?” Ugh, he found a way to get out of his shifts on guard duty. No one liked them - you’d rather be researching and the other Marines would rather be fighting. You hoped this wouldn’t be a recurring theme.

“Understood, sir,” you gritted out. Now you’d have even less time. Your hands shook as you had them at your sides. You flicked your eyes to Sabo, who was watching your dressing down by Koji. But this time he wasn’t smiling or watching with enjoyment, he looked deathly serious. Gone was the Sabo you’d met, cheerful and chatty. Sabo was still staring, this time at Koji, and you felt like you were watching a panther stalking its prey. Even though Sabo was in chains you felt like you were trapped with him, not the other way around. This was the Flame Emperor, you thought, and the sudden change in his demeanor sent a shiver down your spine.

“Dismissed,” Koji barked at you, cracking his knuckles. You left quickly, fixing your uniform as you walked. Koji stalked towards the cell. Sabo adjusted his leather gloves.

~~~

Koji had quite a few shifts on guard duty that week, no wonder he wanted to dump them on you. Your anxiety increased at an exponential rate when you saw how many more shifts you had over the course of the next two weeks and how much of your research time was being eaten up by just sitting. There wasn’t anything you could do about it - he was your superior officer and had given you an order. Maybe you could get reading done, or maybe Sabo would be transferred soon. Either one would help you out.

The next day you hurried into the cell room a few minutes late and relieved your fellow Ensign. You had been working through some genetic sequencing, thinking you might have made a breakthrough, and you lost track of the time. You grabbed whatever you’d had at the top of your “to read” pile and made a run for the detention center. You threw it down on the bench, sat down and took a deep breath. You didn’t even have time to grab a coffee, which would be a drag for the next few hours. You looked into the cell and saw Sabo already sitting in front of the bars, waving and smiling.

“Good morning, Mag!” Sabo said cheerfully. You weren’t sure what he could be so cheerful about, he had a black eye and a split lip. He may have had more damage but his now ripped clothes covered most of his body. You furrowed your brow slightly and walked up to the cell bars, mouth dipping into a frown. Marines weren’t supposed to rough up prisoners who had already been processed and interrogated. Sure, it happened, but it wasn’t supposed to. You had a good guess who did it - but nothing would come of it even if you reported it. It would be Sabo’s word against a Marine’s and wouldn’t even make it to an official report.

“Are you OK?” you asked in a low voice, grabbing the bars and peering closer at him.

“Hm? What? Why?” Sabo asked in confusion. “Oh, the bruises? It’s nothing.” He shrugged and you noticed something was off about his shoulder. You’d seen it before with your sister. 

“Is your shoulder dislocated?” It was impressive he wasn’t screaming in pain. He didn’t even seem to care.

“Oh, yes, I suppose. I tried popping it back in but the cuffs keep my hands at such an angle that I can’t.” He shrugged again.

You felt angry that he’d been hurt while unable to fight back. When you’d joined the Marines, you were naive and thought that you’d be helping people alongside other like minded individuals. Instead you’d found that people were the same everywhere - small minded and working to meet their own ends, not the greater good. Sabo had been pleasant enough to speak to and was obviously intelligent. You hadn’t hated the shift which was more than you could say about most prisoners you’d watched. You stood at the bars for a moment and made a choice.

“I’m sorry that happened. I’m gonna pop your shoulder back in.” You turned to walk over to the opposite wall where the keys to the cell hung. Your hands were shaking slightly.

“Why?” Sabo said in disbelief. You grabbed the keys and turned around, perplexed.

“It will feel better? I mean, prisoners shouldn’t be treated like this,” you said, gesturing vaguely to him. 

“Even violent prisoners like me?” Sabo questioned.

“Yes, even violent prisoners like you.” You were second guessing yourself now that he had mentioned his violent nature. You’d looked up his bounty out of curiosity - it was over 600 million Beri. You didn’t get a bounty that high by picking endangered flowers.

“That's a very liberal opinion, I’m not sure it fits with the general attitude of the Marines.” You hummed and got closer to the cell bars.

“Do you promise not to hurt me if I come in? I don’t have a gun but I’m a devil fruit user so don’t mess with me.” You felt foolish even saying the words. You knew this was a bad idea but you couldn’t stand the thought of his shoulder being out of place and no way to fix it. You remembered from your sister often crying from the pain and couldn't bear the thought of Sabo feeling the same. He didn’t need to know your devil fruit wouldn’t help you in a fight against him. Sabo nodded slowly and with conviction. 

“I would never hurt you,” he said huskily. Strangely, you believed him. You took a deep breath, held it for five seconds, and exhaled. 

“Ok, I’m coming in.” You unlocked the door and quickly entered. You wanted this over with as soon as possible and to put distance between you and the Flame Emperor once more. Sabo watched you with curiosity but didn’t get up or move in any way. Your hands were shaking so much you laced your fingers together.

You walked towards him slowly, like you would towards a wild animal. You knelt by his sitting form and took stock of his injuries. He had obviously been beaten, you could now see bruises poking out from underneath his shirt. He was well muscled, if a little thin. They probably weren’t feeding him as much as he needed. You looked into his now black eye, and saw amusement in his gaze, like this was a silly game to him.

“I’m going to touch your shoulder now, ok? I want to feel the dislocation before I move it.” you said before you made any movement towards him. Sabo nodded silently and continued watching. You gently put your hands on his shoulder and carefully prodded different areas to figure out what needed to be done. His suit hid his muscled frame well, you could feel his corded muscles flex under your light touch. He was much warmer than you thought he’d be, but maybe it was just due to the heat in the room. Sabo didn’t move at all, didn’t make any indication he was in pain, just let you work. Once you’d figured out the angle, you were ready to manipulate.

“I’m going to pop it back in now. Try not to move,” you told him. You stood on your knees so you were angled perpendicular to his body and braced your hands on either side of his shoulder.

“3…2…” where you would have said one you moved his shoulder back into its socket. Sabo made no sounds or movement, but rolled it a little forwards and backwards afterwards.

“Is it back in? Does it feel better?” You hoped you did it right the first time, you hadn’t done it in a while. You were still on your knees near him in case you needed to do it again.

“It feels wonderful, thank you so much Mag.” Sabo said gratefully, turning to face you. He was only a foot or so away, so near you could count his eyelashes. It was at this moment you realized how close he was to you, how easily he could overpower you, and how stupid you had been to come into his cell. You scrambled up and left the cell as quickly as you could, locking him back within it. Hanging the key again, you released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You sat back down on your bench, mentally berating yourself for being so foolish. 

“How did you do that so gently? When my brother used to do it for me it always felt worse than when it got dislocated.” Sabo was still rolling his shoulder, trying to stretch it out.

“Oh, ah, one of my sisters has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome so I’ve been putting joints back in sockets for years. It can be tricky but it’s a skill like any other.” You picked up your work to start to read. 

“I appreciate your kindness, Mag. I assure you it won’t be forgotten.” Sabo spoke with determination and sincerity. You didn’t really know how to take his declaration - it wasn’t that big of a deal. 

“Well, how about this? If Revolutionaries attack the base in the future, promise to kill me last,” you said with a wry smile. You were feeling better about Sabo. He had the chance to injure you - or even kill you - and escape but instead he sat with docility and allowed you to touch him. Maybe you could actually talk to him about your interests, he’d seemed interested yesterday.

“Ah! You’ve finally smiled at me! And all it took was one dislocated shoulder. A small price to pay,” Sabo beamed at you, showcasing a dimple in his cheek. You rolled your eyes but felt your face heating a little. It really wasn’t fair how good looking he was. When he smiled he looked like an angel come to earth, sweet and kind. 

“Yeah yeah. Now, I have to get back to work.” You waved him off and cracked open your book. You’d started it before, but hadn’t gotten far. Sabo stood up and leaned against the bars of his cell.

“So what gene are you looking for?” Sabo asked. You looked up with a start. You hadn’t said anything to him about your work.

“How do you know that’s what I’m doing?” you said in a rush.

“Well, first of all you just confirmed it. You’re not a good liar.” He stated while pointing at you. You could kick yourself for your immediate response. Sabo wasn’t making fun of you, just stating facts. He was right, you couldn’t lie at all. Your hands started to shake again.

“Yesterday you were reading about sensitive molecular diagnostics and today you’re reading about non linear sequence inspection. So it stands to reason that you’re looking for some gene. Which one?” You were shocked he had put that all together - you didn’t think there was anyone within 1,000 kilometers who could do the same. You had been underestimating his intelligence.

“Um, I can’t tell you. It’s part of my research.” 

“Fair enough,” Sabo said with a sigh. You felt better that he was dropping the conversation. Not that you could tell him anyway, but it would be annoying to have to ignore him if he persisted. Sabo was quiet for a moment before asking another question.

“Will you share with me your devil fruit power then?” Oh, right. You’d revealed you were a devil fruit user. How many dumb mistakes can you make in one day? It wasn’t classified or anything, you just preferred not to talk about it. Maybe it would take his mind off your research. You shut the book and put it aside.

“I ate the Mag-Mag fruit. It allows me to magnify things.” You waited for him to tell you that it was useless. At least, that was the opinion of everyone on the base. 

“Is that why they call you Mag? How unoriginal,” he scoffed, adjusting his leather gloves. You laughed lightly.

“Yeah, I don’t care for the name either. But it’s been with me for a few years now, so I think I’m stuck with it.” 

“I can call you something else if you’d like,” Sabo supplied silkily.

“Um, like what?” you said. You were fairly sure he was flirting with you.

“How about darling?” he suggested in a throaty tone, watching your face.

“I don’t think - I’m not -” You looked away as your face heated, you didn’t like the turn this conversation was taking. 

“I meant nothing by it, I apologize,” he said smiling at you again. You didn’t answer, just looked out the window. You knew you weren’t the most attractive person in the world, he didn’t need to remind you. You had a lot of self confidence around your intelligence and general self worth but almost none around your physical body. People only wanted you when there were no other options or when drunk. No one had ever expressed interest in you romantically and you couldn’t imagine this incredible looking man would want you either. He was out of your league, criminal or not, and both of you knew it. He was just bored and playing with you for fun. 

In a quiet voice, you chided, “that’s not nice. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” Sabo looked at you with an indecipherable look on his face. He adjusted his leather gloves once again as you avoided looking at him.

“What can you do with your fruit? I imagine it’s a powerful tool.” You glanced at him and sighed. It wasn’t fair for you to take out your frustration on him. He hadn’t really said anything terrible. You had heard much worse in this room before and hadn’t taken offense before. You just had to remind yourself that Sabo wasn’t your friend, wasn’t your peer, wasn’t anything but a prisoner who’d be taken to Impel Down soon. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out at you. I’ve been stressed lately, but that’s no excuse. It’s easier if I show you how it works rather than tell you. Look out the window, you see those buildings out there? On the far side of the island? Watch.” 

You made a rectangle with your index fingers and thumbs and brought them apart, framing the buildings in the middle. You took your index and thumb and put them on the buildings and spread your fingers apart. The rectangle that you’d framed earlier now contained a zoomed in image of the buildings, which could now be identified as houses. You repeated the gesture, bringing your index finger and thumb apart again and now you were zoomed in enough to see the curtains hanging in the window of the farthest house. 

“I can magnify anything I frame with my fingers. It can be useful for research.” You’d eaten the fruit when you were a young teen and it had shaped the rest of your life, sharpening your interest in science and leading you to your current career.

“That is an incredible power! What is the maximum magnification you can achieve? How long can you hold it?” Sabo was enthusiastic, watching the houses intently. It was refreshing to have someone interested in your power.

“I have gotten to the sub-atomic level before, but that’s not usually necessary. The higher the magnification, the more power it takes for me to hold it. Something like this,” you said, gesturing to the houses, “I could easily hold for hours. But looking at molecules like DNA takes a lot out of me, especially if I have to zoom in and out frequently.” Sabo nodded his head fervently.

“I see. Thus leading to some of your exhaustion.” You didn't think he'd bring that up again. You didn’t answer, just erased the magnification rectangle by flicking your hand through it. 

“You’ll join me in the Revolutionary Army,” Sabo declared happily, clapping his hands together. You turned to face him and laughed. Was Sabo funny?

“Are you trying to recruit me? From your jail cell?” You chuckled again.

“No, no. Of course not. I’m not recruiting you, I’m telling you. You’ll be joining me.” Sabo said definitively, smiling ear to ear. You smiled back and exhaled sharply through your nose. What a silly notion.

“Naturally,” you replied, “let me know when you get out of Impel Down, and we can go together.” As if any of that would ever happen. You looked at the clock - your shift was over. It had gone faster than you thought it would, you’d had an interesting time with Sabo. As your colleague relieved you, you realized you were looking forward to your next shift. 

[societalenemynumberone]

The Deadpool and Wolverine movie came out. I beg of you to do more quotes on Deadpool Reader. Ill sell you my soul.

For the price of Anon's soul, I give you Deadpool Reader: Deadpool & Wolverine edition

. . .

Alastor: Mind putting your mask back on?

Reader: Super hard to eat while I'm wearing it.

Alastor: It's super hard to eat when you're not

. . .

Vaggie: [Waking up with a second eye patch] I wish fire would find your body and finish the job Sera was too afraid to do

Reader: If you could hear the look on my face, you'd smell how sad I am

. . .

[Lucifer changes into his demon form]

Reader: Holy shit. You save the good stuff for special occasions?

Lucifer: Killing, mostly.

. . .

Angel Dust: Wanna do some cocaine?

Reader: Hey! Cocaine is the one thing that Charlie said is off limits.

Angel Dust: What about Bolivian marching powder?

Reader: She knows all the slang terms. She made a list.

Angel Dust: Even snowboarding?

Reader: Even disco dust.

Angel Dust: White Girl, Interrupted?

Reader: Even Forrest Bump.

Angel Dust: Do you want to build a snowman?

Reader: Yes! But I can't!

. . .

Reader: [Mimicking Angel's New York (?) Accent] Good 'ay toots. There's nothing that'll bring me back to life faster than a big bag of cocaine.

. . .

Reader: [Alastor threatens Reader with his radio cane for the first time] Is that supposed to be scary? Pegging isn't new for me, friendo. But it is for A24.

. . .

Reader: Ohhh, I love the smell of sunflowers!

[sniffs a dead rose Niffty gave them]

. . .

Reader: [In that one scene where Angel was showing them one of his pornos] I'm soaking wet right now

. . .

Reader: [Preparing for war against the exorcists] This is what I'm talking about: big slow-motion action sequence, who knows if you live or die? Let's fuckin' go!

Angel Dust: Let's fuck and go!

. . .

Reader: [sees the Adam's army for the first time, the army they basically trained] OH MY FUCK!

. . .

Niffty: [After Reader used her as a human shield to get through active gang territory] I think I'm hit.

Husk: No shit.

[to Reader]

Husk: You did that on purpose.

Reader: I did no such thing!

[to Niffty]

Reader: Listen to me, gorgeous. How long does it take for you to regenerate?

Niffty: [slow blink] Regenerate?

. . .

Vaggie: One more word. Please. Give me one.

Reader: Gubernatorial

[Reader immediately gets punched]

Reader: Worth it

. . .

Reader: [Getting stabbed by Vaggie's spear for the first time] You nicked it. Just got the tip with your little steak knife!

. . .

[Reader's way of getting people to come to the hotel]

Random demon: You don't want any of this.

[Reader pulls out a pistol and points it at the demon's forehead]

Reader: Unless you want to take a deep breath through your fucking forehead, I suggest you reconsider

. . .

Reader: [Staring at Lucifer as he talks] You really are God's Perfect Idiot, aren't you?

. . .

Reader: Want to talk about what's haunting you, or should we wait for a third season for you to open up to me?

Husk: Ah, go fuck yourself!

. . .

Reader: [Receptionist of the hotel, talking to any newcomer] Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. You're joining at a bit of a low point.

. . .

Reader: Don't just stand there, you ape. Give me a hand up.

[Vaggie draws her spear]

Reader: Nope, I'm actually okay, thank you very much!

. . .

Random demon: That's Charlie Morningstar.

Reader: You damn straight it is. Amazon bought her. They're gonna make her do this till she's dying.

. . .

Reader: [Walking out in a new outfit Lucifer got them] Yes, your underwear's getting tighter

. . .

[Reader falls on Husk]

Reader: What'cha thinking about?

Husk: Get the fuck off me.

Reader: Shh! Shh! Almost done...

Husk: Almost done what!?

Reader: Getting my knife out of your buttocks, you pervert! Get your mind out of my pants!

. . .

Bonus quote from the first movie:

Husk: Reader, patron saint of the pitiful. What can I do for you?

Reader: I'd love to get a Blow Job

Husk: Oh, God, me too.

Reader: The drink, moose knuckle, But first...

Husk: All right, Kahlua, Bailey's and whipped cream. I give you a Blow Job. Why do you make me make that?

Reader: *Stops Niffty passing by and places the drink on her tray* Be a dear and send this over to Bright Red And Creepy over there and tell him "Angel, baby" sends his love.

*Reader and Husk proceed to drink whiskey watch as Alastor tries to kill Angel dust while he hides behind Charlie for protection*

[cocoa-rococo]

Koopaling Headcanons: Ludwig

Larry | Morton | Wendy | Iggy | Roy | Lemmy | Ludwig

The composer of chaos and everyone's favorite general, Ludwig! What a guy.

Naturally left-handed, but trained himself to be ambidextrous

He's disturbingly good at discerning people's motives, personalities, and past. He claims it's simple logic, but no one really knows how he does it.

Whenever Bowser’s in a pissy mood or feels agitated, Ludwig sometimes gets called in to play something soft and relaxing to calm him down.

There's rumors floating around the army that he was originally a Paratroop General who sold his wings in exchange for arcane powers in a magical bargain with Kamek. He's yet to confirm or deny this. (It’s not true, but he likes to keep his recruits on their toes).

Partially deaf in his left ear, and uses a hearing aid to assist him. Fluent in sign language, as well.

Has a baritone voice, very rich and darkly colored. He can hit high notes with relative ease, but can't hold them as long as he can with his lower notes.

His singing is enchanted. It's something he was born with, and he's gotten very good at controlling it. He does forget sometimes, and before he knows it, his humming down the street has attracted a plethora of birds.

Also fairly decent at mimicking bird calls. Iggy is dying to learn his secret.

Likes reading mystery novels and detective stories, but spaces them out so he doesn’t read the chapters all at once. He also uses Morton as a soundboard for theories in each chapter, and relishes the feeling of being smart if he solves it before the end.

One of the most magically powerful out of his siblings. He’s fairly decent at a little bit of everything, but his siblings are stronger with their specialization. His best field is in Evocation.

While piano is his preferred instrument, he plays several: violin, cello, pump organ, pipe organ, guitar, flute, clarinet, harp, harpsichord, and ocarina.

He’s an ugly crier and hates it, which is why he tries not to do it often.

Fond of gardenias and wisteria flowers.

One of his favorite down-time, out-and-about activities is going antiquing. He’s found a nice gramophone, a few records, and some furniture pieces for his room by doing so.

Likes having a physical, paper to-do list. It makes him feel productive and organized as he checks things off.

He and Wendy have ‘Bitch Lunch' together, where they basically talk shit about their coworkers, spill tea about their friends, and gossip the whole time.

You can actually tell how long he's been composing by how dark his hands are with ink smudges. You can also tell how bad of a mood he’s in.

Loves the smell of coffee and vanilla, but leans more towards being a tea person. He's got an excellent palate for both, however.

Larry is persistently trying to introduce him to the keytar. Ludwig is persistently refusing to go near it.

Very much a morning person. He wakes up earlier than most of his siblings and likes having his hot drink and reading alone to enjoy the quiet hours before the rest of his family wakes up.

The ultimate master of time management. He gets kinda tetchy when others don’t respect deadlines or appointments dates, and heaven help you if you intrude on his scheduled self-care hours.

He snorts when he laughs really hard, and is terribly embarrassed by it, so he tries to reign it in when he can. Anyone who can do it who isn't a sibling is a special person, indeed.

He likes tall places, especially the views. Great for a bit of peace from his siblings and inspiration for his music.

When his siblings are annoying him, he likes bombarding them with music puns. He is well aware he's being an ass and does not care.

Leaned more towards science as a kid, but discovered the piano when he was twelve, and creating music felt right in a way that making little inventions never did. He never looked back, and he’s a lot happier for it, too.

Keeps a little pocket notebook on him for writing things down, and he's pretty dutiful about marking things in. It's a common gift his sibling get him on the holidays.

He doesn't have as much of a sweet tooth, but toffee — especially with almonds or coffee in it — is his weakness. His siblings have learned he can be bribed to look the other way if they have enough.

Also a fan of very dark chocolate, and his favorite pastry is a freshly-warm coffee cake.

He's pretty alright at art, especially with acrylic paint and sketchier mediums like charcoal and conté, he just doesn't like how dirty his hands get afterwards. He's got a side business doing murals.

Favorite fruits are cherries and plums, but he also won’t turn down anything with blackberry in it.

Likes watching regency romance dramas in his alone time, but loves dragging the shit out of reality TV shows with Wendy.

He also loves watching those foreign films with subtitles, very artful with a lot of emotion in them, especially if he's feeling spiteful and his little siblings are annoying, because "No, Luds, I don't want to read a film after two hours of paperwork!"

Has a small collection of model ships in bottles. He keeps them on a high, high shelf in his room, given his work environment. Ship kits are another common gift to him.

Looks at memes like an old man; both hands, squinting eyes, mouth slightly open. The others think this is hilarious.

[kaiserin-erzsebet]

What would a monarch actually be doing while ‘on the job’? How much stuff did Franz Joseph need to sign off on that he could be working through all his waking hours? He oversaw a lot of governmental entities in a tumultuous time, but what were less loaded up monarchs doing? and are there any first person sources available online you would recommend?

Franz Joseph is in some ways the perfect example to illustrate the "guy with a job" part of kingship, because he spent all day a lot of days doing it. He also put his vocation on the census as "self employed bureaucrat" (yes, really). What the Sisi-media industry doesn't want you to know is that he was rather boring

But he was also a micromanager and made himself more busy than necessary. A lot of monarchs have a main minister that has some title like chancellor or head minister or something like that, and their job is to mostly run the government and bring only the important things to the monarch. Franz Joseph's predecessors had Metternich, in his early reign he had Schwarzenberg, and then no one really filled that position for the rest of his reign. If you don't want to be busy all day as a monarch, have someone do the job of sorting the little things from the big things.

What kind of stuff was he dealing with? Well, it is basically everything a government does (which isn't the most helpful answer, since much of what a government does isn't intuitively obvious). But it might include:

Foreign Policy Decisions that need approval. Big things like alliances and smaller things like who gets to be ambassador to a small unimportant state.

Budgets and expenditures that need to be signed off on

Expenses from the royal family (the more siblings you have, the more of these there are)

Infrastructure decisions (want a train from point A to point B? Want to build more docks at a port? Ask the emperor)

Appointments of people to civil service jobs.

Appointments to military roles.

Military decisions like funding. Army and Navy. These aren't even necessarily war decisions. Soldiers and officers need a salary too.

If the state has oversight in relation to the church, everything to do with that.

Meeting with banks to secure loans for big projects that the state wants to do, like building railroads or other similar big infrastructure.

Everything that regional governors bring to you, which can be all of the above.

Meetings with ministers so they can tell you about all of the above.

If there is an elected assembly, meetings with the head of that about what has been passed.

And one very important one: Petitions. Because the emperor (or king) is the head of justice, he can hear petitions to intercede on all kinds of cases and disputes.

I'm probably still missing some things there, but that hopefully gives you a sense of how much and how many things it is.

While there is a moral argument against absolutism (one person shouldn't have that much power), there is also a practical one. Every single administrative decision having to go all the way up to the monarch and get a personal signature or approval is really really slow, even if your monarch works all day, which is not the norm.

[questionablemorally]

More Sebard hcs!

Sebastian has to drag Bard kicking and screaming into the shower. I’m sorry but I cannot see Bard as a man of outstanding personal hygiene, he was freshly pulled out of war to be a servant. To help with this process, Seb sometimes promises to join him if he just gets in the goddamn shower (or bath)

Sometimes when Seb’s had a rough day (or just had to put up with the servants’ issues more than usual), Bard makes him something. He can’t make a lot, but he can make a few very basic things like a bacon sandwich, or a salad, or cookies. He presents it to Seb proudly, and Sebastian can’t help but smile at the chef. Whether or not Bard knows that Seb doesn’t need to eat human food… up to you (‘Well done, I’m sure this is delicious.’ - S)

Bard can also make one more thing that seems far harder than what he can make usually - some kind of cake (I like the idea of lemon meringue pie, but it could be anything, really). His wife used to make it for him and his son all the time, and he picked up the recipe after a while. He’s useless at anything else, though

Sebastian is a cat person, obviously, and Bard is more of a dog person. Though he can’t help but appreciate the softer side of Seb that he gets to see when the butler sits down with his cats and lets them clamber over him

I like the idea that Sebastian purrs slightly when Bard holds his face. Like if they’re laying together and Bard holds the side of his head, he’ll smile and purr (cat Seb things)

Sometimes, when Bardroy sees Sebastian in the kitchen, he’ll watch intently from afar. He likes to observe him a lot, but if Seb turns around he’d duck round the corner or pretend to be doing chores or something. Sebastian knows he watches, so tries to make whatever he’s doing interesting and flashy

Sebastian reads a lot, normally during the evenings/night so that he can have better knowledge of the world and to educate his young master, but occasionally he simply enjoys reading a novel. When he’s really invested in one, he doesn’t get a lot of time to read it as he’s pulled away so often for his duties. When Bard notices he’s really into a book, he tries to keep everything running as smoothly as possible so that Seb can have a bit longer to read

Sebastian helps Bard shave. And by ‘helps’, he basically sits on him and does it himself, because Bard is hopeless when it comes to shaving (‘be still, I am almost done.’ / ‘how can you expect me to sit still when you’re on me? You’re crushing me!’)

Bardroy is actually quite strong, so he can pick basically everyone in the manor up (army training y’know). Sebastian isn’t exactly used to being picked up, so when Bard picks him up like he weighs nothing (which, to be fair, he probably doesn’t weigh a lot), he doesn’t know how to react

Whenever Sebastian acts careless for his wellbeing (because it’s doesn’t matter, really), Bard is the one who gets annoyed with him. Like, for example, when he wakes up in the middle of the night and goes to get a drink and encounters Seb - still very much awake, he lectures him and makes him go to bed

Seb doesn’t need to sleep (as we know), and so he usually spends his time walking around the manor, making sure there’s no intruders, petting the cats outside etc. Occasionally, when Bard stays in his room for the night, he’ll just stay by his side until dawn… and sometimes, an even rarer occurrence, he’ll sleep alongside the chef

I really enjoy making these lol (you can tell, I post them basically daily)

Again, I’m always taking requests for ships to do hcs of, and if you want a few nsfw ones then lmk <3

[dinlukewarrior]

Anakin is a Shit Jedi Master

aka, I finally watched Tales of the Jedi and I CANNOT get over how terrible of a master Anakin is

(disclaimer: I have not seen tcw so you know. feel free to come to my house and kill me or whatever)

so first off he's late to this extremely important test/showcase (padawan final exam?) for Ashoka

(the Jedi Masters that bothered to attend--Yoda and Obi-Wan--are already there. so he's late for his padawan in front of his master AND boss which is crazy. Anakin stays not giving a fuck about anyone)

2. he doesn't seem to regret or be bothered by being late at ALL and THEN IN THE SAME sentence admits that "he really wouldn't know" if Ashoka is a fast learner / how she's doing as a padawan

(hands off is one thing, this mf has his left foot out too ! )

then, when Ashoka aces this test with flying colors (wowing the younglings who are watching her) does Anakin say "hi Ashoka. so sorry I was late to your extremely important Jedi Test. You did amazing. I'm so proud of you" ? NO

3. he jumps right into "actually the test sucked. you have no skills"

which, okay, he COULD HAVE said "omg snips! great job. however, I noticed some weaknesses in the training droids. I think you can do even better. we need to step it up."

he did not do that. 0 points for emotional intelligence.

4. THEN THERE'S THIS SADISTIC TEST HE DEVISES

a/n: ok, yes. I know the entire point of this episode is to show how Anakin actually did train Ashoka perfectly to defend herself from a clone army (aka Order 66) and saved her life. THAT'S NOT THE POINT. it's the way he did it

the first time Ashoka gets knocked out, she's out FOR AN HOUR. AN HOUR. at this point, we know the clones themselves are starting to get worried bc Anakin says "Don't worry, she'll wake up."

when she DOES blink into consciousness, does Anakin re-assure her? does he have a juice box for her? does he give her some pointers before they re-set? NO! THIS MAN JUST THROWS HER BACK IN

It's genuinely cruel.

If this wasn't a TV show, if she was anyone other than Ashoka, she would get both extremely sick and frustrated/humiliated. Ofc Ashoka pushes through bc that's the plot but I could not believe how obviously fucked up she is during the episode.

Anakin doesn't even attempt to break her fall when she conks her head (approx. 3457 times) on the durasteel floor

under no stretch of the imagination is this an effective teaching method. Ashoka just 'happens' to get it bc...she's that bitch idk what to tell you.

so, Anakin's approach to being a "Jedi Master" is to 1) be almost totally absent, 2) care 0% about his padawan's physical and emotional health, and 3) take her into battle as a child soldier and do war crimes for enrichment

IN SUM: obviously, Ashoka needs to be tested and pushed--like all Jedi padawan--to be sharp and extremely skilled. but the way Anakin treats her shows a complete lack of compassion or even basic human decency.

[colourprinter]

I'm here to announce the Our Underland AU, a cross AU between Our Wonderland and Undertale

If you're here for the art then here it is! Details and ideas on the AU below the read more!

Soooooooo, first thing's first, this is an Our Wonderland AU and follows the rules of Our Wonderland, it can and will get dark and horrific. There's no dust, there will be blood.

THIS CONTAINS OUR WONDERLAND (through to the end of act 5) AND UNDERTALE SPOILERS

The basic idea is that after Iggy falls into Wonderland, he wakes up on a thick growth of common strawberries and explores an underground of faces he recognises that don't recognise him.

I will note that I'm missing a character for Alphys, I'm out of the main crew and Cecil and Jerry already have roles

Note that "humans" and "monsters" are instead "the fallen" and "the sealed" as there are at least 5 humans going around. The fallen are the only people to remember that this is Wonderland and have a wish still avaliable to use, of course this means the sealed want the wishes themselves.

I've done my best to work with the wishes when putting characters in places and I have mentioned the wishes from the end of act 5 as well. I also remember seeing a post where if Iggy was to stay in Wonderland for too long, he would become an actual emotionless void which is played into a bit

Possible character swaps:

Iggy -> Frisk

Protagonist

The last of the fallen

Dressed in Frisk style clothes

The more he kills, the more hollow he feels

The top of his hair can reprisent a glowing halo or as it becomes more stained with blood from fighting, devil horns (this might be too edgy though and might be changed)

Grows numb as he gains LV, almost as though someone else is moving his body for him

Wish: Not made yet

Sadie -> Chara

The first fallen

A passing voice that sometimes lays on Iggy's ears

Will start seeing the murder route as a way to achieve her goal if it is taken

Wish: ???

Hunar -> Torial

Keeper of the ruins

Guides the fallen through the ruins (yes, even a 30 year old Iggy)

This Hunar is not real

Wish: N/A

Genzou -> sans

The judge, promised Hunar to keep the next fallen safe

He can see

He will judge Iggy's actions towards the end

He will fight at the end of a murder route, still dodging but without the warping around

Wish: I wish I could see Iggs again

Cecil -> Papyrus

Aspiring royal guard, trains under the royal guard captain

Plays the straight man to Genzou's jokes

Despite his attitude, he wants to see the best in everyone and bring that out

Wish: N/A

Orlam -> Undyne

Head of the royal guard

Basically in charge given the rulers are pretty absent

Has an army of rabbit guards at his beck and call

It's Orlam in wonderland, I don't think I need to get more into it

Very determined to get the wish at any cost

Dispises Genzou for reasons he doesn't understand

Wish: I wish I could make the rules for once

??? -> Alphys

I really got nothing for this right now

Might merge Mettatons' and Alphys' roles, Gidget is smart enough

Jerry -> Muffet

Leader of a splinter rabbit group trying to make a living

Jerry's rabbits replace the spiders of the underground

Wants to claim the wish to live a comforable life for himself and those under him

Wish: N/A

Gidget -> Mettaton

The most stunning star of the underground

Extremely outgoing

Has a ton of adoring fans

Plays along with [Insert Alphys replacement here] to get close to Iggy

Despite everything, finds it hard to feel truely happy

Wants to claim the wish to fix that emptyness

Wish: I wish I was the most beautiful person in the whole world

Bucks -> Asgore

The hermit queen

Outside of people taking freely given goods, rather hostile

The previous 7 fallen have died by her hand

Spends her time chopping wood and tending to her isolated area of the castle

Wood that is left over after being chopped is freely given away

Wonderland's exit sits past her area of the castle

Doesn't care for the wish, she holds 6 already, she wants to be left alone

Wish: I wish she was dead

Kiddy Kruse Flower -> Flowey

A strange flower that stalks Iggy, trys to take control at the end of things

Not a replacement for Asreal, Sadie was the royals' only child

Speaks in rhyme all the time

Not rooted to one place now

Appears to want to take something from Iggy that isn't his wish

Wish: N/A

Tomato head creature -> Monster Kid

A fan of the head of the Royal guard, wants to see him in action

Can't talk, tons of warbling

Won't actually eat your guts this time

Orlam will save anyone who obsesses over him this much

Wish: N/A

Status of the fallen's wishes

Sadie - Used after her death, wish is unknown

Fallen 2-7 - Held by Bucks

Iggy - Unused

I hope you enjoy reading throught this, it's been fun to write and has comepletely overtaken my thoughts for a full day so I had to get it out of my head.

If you have any ideas or suggestions, please send them, I'd love to hear people's ideas on this

[latibvles]

Hello! Could you please write 17. Audience for Fern Carmine!

##17 — AUDIENCE.

my kind anon, this ended up longer than intended, hence the header. this feels like a fic in its own right. and now there's some OC mitosis getting thrown into the mix with some background girls. anyways I love you fern carmine and you have a lovely voice <3

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There’s no singing and dancing in the Army.

That was the first thing her father said to her, looking at the enlistment papers on her desk. There’s no singing, no dancing, no time to stir trouble like you so often do. Maybe he was just angry that, with no sons, he thought he wouldn’t have to deal with sending one of his own off to war. Maybe it’d be his intent to dissuade her.

But then she’d heard her uncle musing about how she’d “wash out” of basic anyway in their sun room, and there was no longer any doubt in her being: she had to go, just to prove that she could, just to make the statement that you don’t tell her what she could and couldn’t do.

So it turns out, both her father and her uncle were wrong. Fern did not wash out of basic training, and there was singing and dancing in the Army. Quite a bit of it, actually, and it seemed to only increase once they hit Europe and the men had their pick of pretty local girls who didn't know them too well. 

So really, there’s just an addendum: in order to have singing and dancing and martini glasses with little olives, you must also go up in a fort and risk your life day-in and day-out.

She’s known quite a few men who’ve made worse deals.

The band is playing something quick and brassy — sounds like Goodman. The people on the floor are moving just as quick: Club Mobile girls and airmen, ground crews and local girls, reminding her vaguely of dances that she’d gone to in high school but without the need to spike the punch. A couple of the replacement girls had latched onto her already, not that she minds as she surveys the room and its occupants.

Wakes could be fun in a place like this.

“He’s got that look again,” Lorraine already sounds bewildered, and Fern follows her friend's gaze over to Bucky Egan — knee bouncing, fingers tapping like a kid waiting desperately for everyone else at the table to finish eating so he could run loose. One of the new girls, a gunner named Diane, looks over as well, and with that, her two crewmates Sherry and Kat follow suit.

“Who, Major Egan?” Sherry inquires, “Looks like he’s having a grand ol’ time.”

“Oh he definitely is,” Lorraine turns her head to fix her gaze on the girl once more. “Then he takes the mic stand and we’ve all gotta listen to him sing loud and offkey for the next hour.”

“Be nice,” Fern chides half-heartedly. There were few things that she knew could break Lorraine’s steely disposition: to see her being so bothered by something was amusing in its own right. “He’s mostly on key. Besides, he's got a lot of enthusiasm.” Lorraine gives her a flat stare.

“Uh huh. Sure. Weren’t you a chorus girl or something before? I don’t get why you don’t just take the damn mic stand.” At that, the shortest of the three, Kat, gasps a little and looks at her with a dazzled expression that has Fern grinning to herself.

“You were a chorus girl?”

“My cousin was. She taught me a couple things. I just did choir in school,” Lorraine waves her hand dismissively — chorus girl, choir girl, same thing — “And you could be a whole lot nicer about asking me, Lori.” Fern decides, dragging an olive from the toothpick they’d put in her glass into her mouth. Lorraine stalls a moment, then twists her body towards Fern further to put a hand on her knee, letting out a long, languide sigh.

“Fern, my dear friend, my favorite radio-woman, would you please go on and sing something to spare both me and the rest of the Hundredth from listening to Bucky’s piss-poor rendition of Takin’ the A Train. Again.”

Fern’s lips curl into a smile.

“You mean your dear friend, and favorite, most talented radio-woman.”

“Fern.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll do it…” Fern sits up, and Lorraine lets out a groan of relief. “If you get my special audience on the floor. No fun to sing with no devoted fans in the crowd.” Fern’s smile grows impossibly wider, morphing into the mischievous smirk she can’t fight back when she’s looped into a game of darts or cards. Lorraine’s eyes narrow.

“June’ll never agree to that.”

“Have a little faith, Ivanova. You’ve got three minutes or until Bucky pries that mic stand from my cold, dead hands.” Fern tucks an auburn strand back into its place, then watches Lorraine huff as she gets up to make her rounds to locate the rest of their crew. Some were dancers, others weren’t, and that’d be half the fun of it — at least on Fern’s end of things. That’d been half the fun in school; hatching a new scheme, observing who paired up with who or seeking out the trouble their parents had all sent them away to pointedly keep them from.

On their better days, Thorpe Abbotts could feel a little like a COED dorm.

Fern approaches just as the band’s finishing up another song, waving to catch their attention. Then she gives their conductor a smile.

“I need you to play somethin’ for me,” she declares, before murmuring her request in their conductor’s ear. He nods, parrots the request up and through the band as she sidles up by the mic stand, letting her eyes sweep once more over the room. Some of the guys were sitting in chairs, others in the middle of the floor and some dotting the edges — it’s easy to find Harrie grinning like a crazy woman as Blakely tries to keep her from stepping on his toes. Then she catches Buck yanking Bucky back down into his chair by the shoulder, Viv and Willie next to them. The hand Viv puts on Bucky’s shoulder to keep him sitting makes her snort as she counts heads. Lena, Jo, Carrie… Lorraine’s got June by the arm and June is giving her a look of melodramatic betrayal.

“You gonna sing us a little something, Fernie?” she’d recognize Viv’s goading anywhere, locks eyes with her brightly-grinning captain and flicks her own hair back into place.

“Well I just can’t say no to a face like that, can I?” There’s a few laughs, a couple shouts of encouragement, egging her on. She gives the band a nod as if they’ve rehearsed this a thousand times before and recognizes that loud brassy start as she brings her lips to the mic.

Days can be sunny, with never a sigh, Don’t need what money can buy. Birds in the trees sing their day full of song, Why shouldn’t we sing along? I’m chipper all the day, happy with my lot. How do I get that way? Look at what I’ve got.

She makes a sweeping gesture with her free arm, leaning into the music in a way she might not have been allowed to way back when during school choir. Maybe she never got to be a chorus girl, but there were enough show-women and conmen in her family for her to mirror. She could be entertaining and funny like it was second nature — and Fern would still get back in the seat tomorrow all the same if need be.

The music kicks up, nice and quick, she watches Harrie scurry across to one of the clubmobile girls, Helen, and Fern’s grin only grows a little wider once her friends all start trickling onto the floor. She makes a show of walking with the mic stand this way and that, like it’s her own one-woman show. Guys spinning girls around, a couple of those replacements getting the courage to take to the floor with each other or with somebody new - she thinks she catches Sherry’s straw-colored curls among the moving bodies - that’s what Fern liked to see. No point in sitting and stewing on what could happen tomorrow when they could have fun right now.

Jo’s laughing as Douglass gives her a spin about the floor. Inez seems to be taking some type of lead with Carrie, who’s all flushed-cheeks and baby deer steps. Bucky’s like a springboard jumping out of his seat, Viv’s shaking her head no but she’s smiling as he says it. He’s pulling her by the arm anyway onto the floor, spinning her while Buck drags a hand down his face in amusement and Willie’s grinning to herself, as small as it may be. Fern tries not to laugh through her singing, but it’s a sight to see. Her special audience of girls, knowing that she’d only do something like this if it meant she’d get to see them let loose like that.

Fern was a dealmaker after all.

I got rhythm, I got music, I got my man — Who could ask for anything more? I got daisies in green pastures, I’ve got my man — Who could ask for anything more?

[tethysresort]

∇ - old age/aging headcanon ☠ - angry/violent headcanon ♒ - cooking/food headcanon for Glorf :>

For Glorfindel!  Yay! 

∇ - old age/aging headcanon - Aging isn’t really an elf thing.  But Glorfindel watches the Ages go by without really getting “old”.  He is too flexible for that and too focused on the future to worry too much about the past unless it is PTSD or trauma related.  (Those memories just leap up and bite him every once in a while.)  He does however, train generations of Men and dwarves to join the Guard.  And work with generations of Elros’ descendants.  He hates watching them slowly grow old and die, it seems to happen too fast.  But he still gets attached to them and mourns them as his friends and colleagues. 

He’s going to flip when he reaches the age to start growing a beard.  (Won’t happen in any of my stories, sorry.  I am NOT a facial hair fan.)  And then make stupid jokes about his new beard until Erestor rolls his eyes. 

�� - angry/violent headcanon - Glorfindel is not, for all that he spends a lot of his life sending people into battle, or leading armies into battle, a violent person.  And he really carries very little anger in his soul - he tends to be philosophical about slights and misfortune pushes him towards grief and depression. 

The exception is for when he feels that Erestor or his bond with Erestor is threatened somehow.  The one time that a soldier suggested that he cheat on Erestor, and didn’t get the polite “no” (and in fact threatened that “something might happen to him”, he beat the soldier down into a bloody pulp and then had him transported to the Healing Hall for Elrond.  Elrond splinted the broken bones, listened to the story, and suggested very carefully that the soldier join the Armies of Lindon or Sail.  But to either way never appear in front of Glorfindel again for his own safety. 

I am also currently working on an Erestor whump story.  Glorfindel does NOT handle Erestor injured well, and teeters on violence as a way of defending him.  (He growls at Elrond, Elrond rolls his eyes and ignores him in favor of checking on Erestor yet again.  Elrond is too used to elves who lived through the Wrath reacting poorly to waking up injured.  And Maedhros used to growl at people when injured too.) 

♒ - cooking/food headcanon - Glorfindel’s favorite childhood desert was a baked flaky bun with sugar and nut filling, drizzled with sugar over the top.  He has a sweet tooth, but not as bad a one as Erestor and his love for chocolate.  He is partial to trying new things and very little fazes him when it comes to being asked to eat something unfamiliar.  If Cook were trying to coax him to eat, he would produce a whole sampler platter of different familiar and unfamiliar foods and trust that the novelty of the variety would get Glorfindel to eat it as “two bites of each”. 

He can cook basic food just fine in a regular kitchen or on a campfire - flat breads, soups, stews, fried things…  It’s just not a passion or particular interest of his.  And if it comes out badly, as long as it won’t actually poison him, he’ll still eat it (burnt the bread ect).  He remembers the Ice too well to waste food.  With Erestor’s memories of Beleriand, the two together are very anti food waste. 

[golden-bk]

Fun fact I've been trying to post this for the past few months but the progress on my draft keeps fucking resetting🔥🧍‍♀️🔥

Anyway refs for my bbgirl's many outfits. The first two are his old look during most of KIU while the third is his current look since he's in a ✨coma✨

You are going to hear more about him this is a threat (I'm gonna lore dump teehee🧙‍♂️⚡💥⚡💥⚡💥⚡💥⚡💥)

Yuè was the previous moon god and ruler of Yutu prior to his younger sister, Bélalune. He was literally born and raised to take up this position after his dad retired, even moreso bc he was basically a child prodigy with his magical abilities. Bc of that, there was a lot of pressure put on him to dedicate a lot of time into training. He rarely had time to have a normal childhood(fork in sink moment bc he's literally space royalty), and if he had the choice he'd be doing literally anything else like studying plants or making weapons.

People were banking hard on Yuè being That Bitch who would one day dictate the future of Yutu for centuries to come, while the second in line and younger child, Bélalune, was free to do whatever. Because of that, he'd have some misguided resentment towards her for a while, and would go out of his way to avoid her as much as possible.

The one reason they were able to find common ground was when Bélalune started picking up weapon forging and asked Yuè to mentor her. This helped break the ice between them and get them to actually get along as siblings for the first time in years. The resentment would slowly subside after that(especially since it was outside forces that really put a rift between them, something something doomed by birth yap yap)

So yea shits cool now-

Sike, aliens now. Also their next door neighbor The Lunar Sanctum recently got destroyed, and it's (one) prisoner flees to Yutu and holes into the palace's walls while most of Yutu's army is occupied with the Aurum. The Chaos Kin pretty much tries to do a test run of what it's going to later do to Palutena and possesses Yuè. Mid-possession, he tries to kill his sister, but she wakes up and retaliates.

With the Chaos Kin already doing a lot of damage to him and Bélalune not knowing how to break its control and attacking him for the most part, Yuè doesn't know if he'll even get out of this alive. So while he has a bit of control over his body, he gives his powers to her so she can finally break its control over him and keep his godly powers in safer hands. Which she successfully does, but all the injuries cause him to go into a coma.

With Yuè out of commission, Bélalune, the least experienced of the two, becomes the next moon god and ruler of Yutu. By the time KI:R rolls around, she's getting desperate to wake him up, and this desperation causes some of the plot points in the story🤸

So yeah that's my eepy king Yuè. I hope this is all legible bc I typed a good chunk of this down at 4am

[deadlyweapon567]

Sub Yandere Tsu’tey x black fem reader

Also forgot to say the reader is a tomboy in this. She’s in the was in the army before joining the program. She’s also has a more muscular form because of it, also tall. The reader has some ignorant moments aka calling the Navi blue people instead of na’vi or omatikayan people. The reader has like the military type of ignorance Basically like how Jake was but a little more.

Y/n pov

You know I never thought I every wake up to a blue nigga mean mugging me and what seems to be like Jake getting cussed out and smacked on the back of the head by a na’vi woman. I chuckled which soon turned into a groan as I sat up. “She’s alive…unfortunately”. The guy mumbled that last thing but I heard it. I shoot him a glare. “Do we have problem”. Standing up on my feet only to hunch a little in pain. This blue bitch nigga laughs at me. So I punch him right in his mouth. Which I immediately regret cause a sharp pain came to my side again. The guy looked shock but that quickly changed into anger. He stormed out of the tent. With a blue lady running after him but not before glaring at me. “Why did you do that y/n”. Jake said annoyed. “That’s what he gets for mumbling and cackling” I shrugged. “Where we at anyways”. “The omatikayan clan has let us stay here and teach us their ways.” I sighed “I don’t wanna learn their ways or anything. Let’s not act like we aren’t trying to get them to move. So we can get there materials. Which it seems like you forgot. Also how many days have I have I been out.” “You been out for seven days. And I haven’t forgot okay, and if anyone ask we are part of the jarhead clan.” “Wtf jarhead clan really that’s the best you got.” “Look I was put on the spot. Here’s some clothes, dinner will be ready soon.” With that Jake heads out of the tent. I put on the clothes and man when I tell ya took me 30mins. I also feel extremely uncomfortable like this is barely any clothing. I guess I don’t have a choice. As soon as I walked in to were everyone is gathered, they shot me a look. I saw a spot near the guy I punched earlier. Which seems to be the only spot left unfortunately. I sighed and walked over there. Luckily he just gave me a look cause if he would of said anything it would have been a wrap. I sat down and started eating my meal. After that Jake showed me where I was sleeping and that tsu’tey will be the one to train me. Which I rolled my eyes to that and head to bed. All of sudden I feel someone shaking me roughly. I groan and open my eyes slowly. Of course to no one’s surprise it’s him. “Wake up your train starts now.” With that he left. I’m guessing he wants me to follow him. I stretch and hoped off the bed mumbling “ lord give me strength” as I ran to catch up with him.

Fast-forward

Man training with Tsu’ey is a pain. If he’s not scowling at me, he just stares. Which be creeping me out at times. Sometimes it’s actually kinda cute cause I see him blush a little bit. Idk maybe staring is apart of their culture. Though I noticed that none of the males really interact with me. I probably not what they’re looking for not exactly the normal body type. Wasn’t back home either so I shouldn’t have expected anything different here. Most days I fine with how I look but sometimes I can’t help but wish my arms weren’t so muscular especially when I wear dresses. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Mo’at call me over.

Tsu’tey pov

…… to be continued

I hope you guys like it let me know if there any grammar errors.

https://www.tumblr.com/deadlyweapon567/716228707395731457/i-need-to-get-a-laptop-asap-its-much-easier-to

Here’s the link to pt.1

Bye😗😶😐😌✌🏽

[thedevotedhealer]

"Pipsqueak"

A MODERN! Naruto Zombie Apocalypse AU (happy v day)

Short reader x Male! Sakura

// I got motivated to write modern AU version while I was working on the IMVU model of Sakuro. Enjoy~

"Oh, You're here! I didn't notice how you came in" Sakuro got up and scratched his head sheepishly. "sorry about the mess... The recon mission got a little... heated" he bit his lip, averting his gaze from your eyes.

You look around, taking in the gruesome scene, people and zombies alike scattered about, some had bullet holes, some were missing body parts. even though you were used to the dead by now, three years had passed since the Zombie virus breakout. people screaming and dying, either from being brutally murdered by one-another or eaten alive by the zombies left and right, you still had the urge to vomit from the stench of the rotting flesh.

You covered you nose and mouth with your hand, brows furrowed from disgust.

The man in front of you, Sakuro Haruno, as he introduced himself earlier had been given an order from a man named "Tsubasa Senjū" to go out scavenging for food and perhaps any survivors.

And that's how you two met. It has been a week since the encounter with the pinkette and his team.

Tsubasa had paired you up with him and Ino for the past few missions, since you didn't really know anyone else, and therefore couldn't trust them. all of them were weird in their own way, you mused in your mind. Inochin Yamanaka or Ino, for short, was a tall blonde-haired male. The man was good with scouting and scavenging missions like these. he had boasted multiple times about it. He knew where to find what and always whipped out an escape plan out of the most unfathomable death or life situations. He was obsessed with his hair, therefore an extra bag was needed for conditioners he would stuff in them.

Then there was Sakuro: The man was around 6'2, taller of the two best friends by an inch or two. His skin, unlike the blonde male, was covered with small scars and big gashes from the three years of hell they had been living in and some from his time in the army, his frame was bulkier than Ino's but also lean-ish. He was an ex-military, served five years, and was a combat medic, a very useful and valuable position in their current state. Unlike Ino-kun, Sakuro prided himself on his monstrous strength and medical knowledge, inheriting his combat style from his sensei Tsunade and his non-official sensei during his boxing and wrestling time, Ashura He was an apprentice of their current group leader, Tsunade, an ex-veteran, of two great wars. you later found out that the two had met during his service with Tsunade as his superior and Sakuro helped open a hospital in their old town village after his service. They trained many medics in their wake. Those very medics and comrades would soon fall into the misfortune of the current world. Aside from Tsunade, he had no biological family. His parents passed away during the first days of the walker attacks, being the "easy prey of the food chain". That, you two had in common. Your own parents and sister died in the crossfire of guns and Zombies.

Over the short period of time of hanging around with him, he slowly opened up to you and even managed to teach you how to use various types of weapons, like hunting knives, shuriken, and kunai, which was awesome, senbon and guns. He preferred hand pistols, hunting knives, and fists though. It was basic-level self-defense but it was good enough so you wouldn't die from some unfortunate encounter with a walker or a man and hold back the team.

Over the week, you managed to grow fond of him, but one thing that never ceased to both awe you and frighten you at the same time was the man's capability to shatter bones and rip bodies, shoot them down with an accuracy only an ex-fighter would have and still manage come out uninjured and almost, comically squeaky clean from the close-combat fights.

Shaking your head you came back to reality. "come on, Sakruo. this is not the time to be fooling about. The amount of noise your havoc has made will surely draw more walkers our way. me and Ino-san managed to scavenge a decent amount from this warehouse. Time to go."

The pink-haired male looked down at you, standing tall over 6'2. "Yeah, sure. let's go pipsqueak." he ruffled your hair.

You growled at him, swatting his hand away "Hey! stop calling me that!"

He chuckled and headed for the door. "Sure, pipsqueak. I'll stop calling you pipsqueak when you grow an inch or two taller, But I guess that won't be happening anytime soon now, will it?" he teased, making you even more flustered and angry.

infuriated by his remark, you ran after him "Hey, wait up, damn it!! i ought to teach you a lesson!!!" you yelled after him with your fist up in the air, promising a good beatdown.

As soon as you stepped out of the warehouse, throwing angry cusses Sakuro's way, distantly you heard a choir of groans.

A herd was coming your way.

You two looked at each other with wide eyes before both of you got in the car. Incohin started the car and drove away into the sunset.

Another successful day of the game "Try not to get your head bitten off by dead meat and bones".

[kaydeefalls]

WIP game--who dares wins, please and thank you!

this is my eternally backlogged Lykon-as-new-immortal canon divergence, and i've been doing some plotting for it (relatively) recently but very little actual writing so far. i thought 2023 would be the year for it! and then that didn't happen. so...maybe 2024?

quick snippet from the very beginning of it:

Death is a bitch, Lykon decides. The first time, he assumes it's a fluke—a mistake, a misunderstanding. He couldn't have actually died. That's impossible. Sure, people wash out of the SAS selection process all the time, but it doesn't actually kill anyone, right? So maybe he's hiking the Brecon Beacons during a freak early autumn snowstorm, and maybe he loses his footing and then gasps awake some ten or twenty meters below the nonexistent trail, but what of it? He lost his canteen in the fall, but manages to retrieve the rest of his pack and hoof it through the rest of the course, just barely squeaking in under the allotted time. He's not gonna fucking wash out, alright? He is going to make it into special forces. A little stumble sure as hell won't take him out of contention. And anyway, he feels fine. By the end, he hardly even notices the burn in his muscles from the 20-hour hike. He might've conked his head, sure, but otherwise he didn't so much as twist an ankle in the fall. So. Nothing to tell, really. If he starts having some weird dreams after that, what of it? The SAS training is grueling, both physically and mentally, everyone knows that; it makes Basic seem like a frolic through the park in retrospect. If all that stress manifests in a few bizarre romps through his own subconscious, whatever, right? Lykon's doing great, all things considered. He's never felt stronger or more confident in his own body. He's going to ace this shit. The second time is a freak accident. He has to get his parachute qualification, since that wasn't part of his regular Army training, and he winds up with a dodgy chute that dumps him toward the ground at maximal velocity. He feels his legs break when he hits. It hurts like hell, and then something in his back goes distinctly wrong, and then— —when he wakes up this time, he has the uncanny and briefly agonizing experience of watching his own femur realign and snap back into its rightful place. He has to just kinda sit with that for a minute. And then he has to figure out how to report the defect in his chute without drawing attention to his little accident, because goddamn he is not gonna let stupid shit like death get in his way.

[m4delin]

Treebark Dreamers AU

There exist two worlds, side by side and never meant to interact. One is a world very much like our own and for easiness sake, will be called Waking World (or just Waking). The other world is more of a typical fantasy world, with royalty and mages and terrifying beasts, and will be referred to Sleeping World (or just Sleeping). Note that despite what I'll be calling them, this does not explain what they are. Both is just as real as the other.

The two worlds are not meant to know about the other. Most of the Waking does not know about Sleeping, but there are a lot more people in Sleeping that knows about Waking due to them being aware of magic.

The beasts that roam Sleeping are called Nightmares, and that's something people actually do call them. They're varying in sizes but they're are all black with gleaming eyes. In Sleeping they hunt people to eat them and the smaller ones mages and soldiers can deal with. But for bigger ones it's like serving a super meal on a silver platter.

The solution the mages long time ago figured out was to summon Dreamers.

Dreamers are people who was born and live in the Waking. Unlike the people born in Sleeping, not only are they basically super humans, but they also gain access to magic. Kinda think like magical girls strong.

The thing with Dreamers tho, is that they still live in Waking. The reason they're called Dreamers is that whenever they go to sleep/lose conciousness, they wake up in the other world. They essentially has two bodies that they travel between. This also means if they're forcible awoken in the other world, they will just lose concious in the first. Balancing life being a Dreamer is not easy.

Dreamers are the ones who deals with Nightmares. With both strong magic and physical abilites they're able to keep up with the beasts, but it is to note that they're still dangerous.

Nightmares are not only satisfied with eating people though. When they have reached a certain "age" they want to feast upon the people in the other world as well, but thanks to the Dreamers keeping them in check and not allowing them to open "rifts", the Nightmares can only nibble on the Waking people's minds that is shown as nightmares thus their name.

It's been like this for a very long time by now and the royalty in Sleeping has gotten used to having Dreamers in their army. So Dreamers are also used as political pieces and in wars between the kingdoms.

And the rifts mentioned earlier? Can appear naturally as well, but only when the barrier between the worlds are weak. It weakens when you acknowledge the other world and speak of it, causing the worlds to drift closer and risk merging together. The mages in Sleeping is able to cast a barrier to prevent the worlds drifting closer when they summon a Dreamer and explain briefly what's going on. Just enough to explain what the consequenses would be if it was talked about. The barrier and the summoning takes a lot of resources and do weaken the barrier briefly which makes all kingdoms unable to summon as many Dreamers as they want.

This makes it very hard for Dreamers to speak about this and find each other in Waking. And there aren't too many Dreamers to begin with so there's not too big of a chance to share space with another Dreamer.

Some Dreamers handles this better than others.

Now. The Treebark story:

Ren is a Dreamer and he has been one since he was a young teen. He's skilled in fighting with sword and shield as well as being a strong fire magician. Not the highest ranking soldier in the king's army, but certainly well respected. And as much as he enjoys being in Sleeping, he do enjoy his life in Waking. It's a different type of pace, different type of stress and he gets to live out his life as a theater actor.

Martyn is a relative new Dreamer and he kinda struggles with it. The whiplash from his normal day to day life to being trained in fighting and magic when he "goes to sleep". He's a fast learner when it comes wielding a sword but when it comes to magic he feels like he can't wrap his head around it.

Roughly 6 months into being a Dreamer he has a bit of a breakdown after another unsuccessful lesson in magic and it doesn't help that his Waking life has been super stressful lately, especially with the risk of losing his job.

Ren finds Martyn semi-hiding, and while they haven't interacted really before, Ren sits down with him. Martyn kinda glares at him but Ren doesn't mind him and just starts talking. They stay like that for a while until Martyn asks Ren what's he's doing and Ren just shrugs and tells him that he seemed lonely and having company helped him when he learned his magic.

And it does help Martyn a bit. Ren isn't rushing him and gives him a sense of normality in this crazy world seeing that whenever Ren bumps into Martyn (martyn has never found ren when he tried to look around). And that's how it stays for a while.

As Martyn slowly gains control over his magic, he and Ren becomes friends. And Martyn does get quite a shock when he learns just how well respected Ren is within the army because with their talks basically hidden away Martyn never really sees it. Ren is very amused over this.

And now with Martyn having control over his magic and able to use it while fighting, he starts getting sent out on mission to fight Nightmares together with a few other Dreamers.

It's a bit to get used to, but Martyn gets the hang of it. After all, if the magic hadn't thought he would've been able to handle it, he wouldn't had been chosen. And he starts to like it.

Ren starts to invite Martyn into sparring together and hang out during their off time in Sleeping. They start getting missions together as they start fighting good together. And crushes starts to develop.

Martyn has no idea what to tell his friends in Waking when they tease about him having a crush, because he can't talk about it. It gets a bit frustrating when it gets to the point that he starts zoning out, thinking about Ren.

There's another "late night" sparring the two are doing, alone in a corner of the courtyard, just a bit before Martyn has to go to bed to start his life in Waking.

They end up with Martyn pressing Ren into the wall, their swords clashed inbetween them. They stare at each other, breathing heavily, and they're about to kiss when a soldier interrupts them and they part way, a bit embarressed.

Both Ren and Martyn has a gay panicTM when they wake up in Waking.

Unluckily, they both get busy before they have the chance to adress it. Ren has to change his sleep schedual due to Waking stuff and it causes them have little time that overlaps in Sleeping that's not filled with missions.

It's a normal day in Waking for Ren when the next surprising thing happens. He's out shopping for food, one of his off days from work. He's not really paying attention to what's happening around him and then someone walks into him and it causes him to drop his basket with gathered groceries.

The man who walked into him apologizes and starts to help and at first Ren is just focusing on the food but then he turns to look at the man and all air leaves his lungs.

Somehow, Martyn has just walked into him.

The two stares at each other and they both want to just hug each other but. They can't. Not without risking the barrier to get weaker since this is the first time they've met in Waking.

Awkwardly they gather Ren's stuff and then stands there for a bit before someone calls out Martyn's name. That shakes them out of their thoughts and they exchange numbers, both eager to "get to know each other" in the Waking.

That's how it goes fow a while. They text each other daily and Ren learns that Martyn is out traveling from England due to work.

Martyn learns that while Ren is quite similar to how he's in Sleeping, he's also very different. Not that it's stopping his crush he has on the man.

And he likes what he learns.

Things calm down after a bit and their sleep scheduals return as to how it was before and now they can spend time together again in Sleeping. So they spend their Waking time texting each other and then their Sleeping time being close to each other.

They definitely start dating in Sleeping before in Waking, but it gets a bit blurry as Martyn once refers Ren to as his boyfriend in Waking when they haven't officially started to date there. Not that it was far off anyway.

And that's how it goes. They fight side by side in Sleeping, getting worried about each other when there's close calls, and they talk as much as they can in Waking. And when Ren finally buys a ticket to visit Martyn in Waking, they spend as much time they can cuddled up to each other, not worried at all to suddenly be called of for another mission or training session.

They eventually move in together and finds their routine with the whole needing to sleep business, and they get married faster in Waking than in Sleeping.

They're quite happy with falling asleep and waking up beside each other, both in Waking and Sleeping.

[floydsmuse]

Meggy I have no idea where this came from but it's just so perfect for our boy Miles that I cannot and will not pass it up (lol).

After Miles got out of the army he no doubt had trouble sleeping at night. It was a pain in the butt for the both of you, but you and his parents were willing to do whatever you could to help him get better. Sometimes at night when he'd wake up, you would switch on a movie but there wasn't really anything on except the old Scooby Doo cartoons and you were both kinda like "alright, we'll take it" (lol).

You were so surprised during your first year of living at the cottage on the ranch when Miles brought home a rather unexpected anniversary gift, a seven week old English Sheepdog puppy and my God was he the cutest little ball of floof you had ever seen!!! You and Miles had to pick a name for him and what else should Miles choose but "Shaggy" after his favorite cartoon character (lol).

You and Miles and the rest of the family can't get enough of Shaggy's antics. At Halloween he somehow manages to fit his entire body into a pumpkin that's like four times his size, but you and Miles can't resist snapping photos. When he gets bigger, Shaggy quickly earns his keep by herding the goats, sheep and other farm critters. You and Miles couldn't stop laughing one day when Shaggy came running back carrying one of the bunny rabbits by the scruff. Somehow, the little shit had gotten out of the hutch and tried to make his escape but that dog was the best pair of eyes you could have ever asked for.

And during the winter? Ooooh, Shaggy is the best bedwarmer ever!!! The cottage is older so it does get a little drafty even with the fireplace going and the woodstove as well but the minute Shaggy crawls into you bed and then gets up it's so toasty.

When you got pregnant with Benny, Shaggy became your personal bodyguard and wouldn't let you anywhere near the other critters because he was scared you'd get hurt. Miles would laugh because Shaggy was constantly sniffing your bump and trying to put his paw on it.

When Benny was finally born, Shaggy was one of the first family members to come and meet him. Miles would sometimes be sitting shirtless in the rocker with tiny little Benny and Shaggy would come to sniff him. Just like Six-Thirty, Shaggy would wake up the second Benny did and would come right to your shared bedroom to wake you or Miles.

When Benny got older and when Jesse had been born, Shaggy became Benny's best friend. Miles had caught the two one night in the window seat of the living room listening to the wolves howling and Benny and Shaggy would both howl together (lol).

Meggy it's not my longest thought but I meant to send this last night and ended up falling asleep before I could (lol).

ah Mary my darling! i can’t wait to read what you’ve sent in for our precious boy :,)

~ oh yes! i remember you bringing this up to me over our messages! i love the idea of wifey & Miles adopting a sheep dog & calling him Shaggy since that’s Miles’ favorite Scooby doo character🥹 that couldn’t be more perfect!

~ aww just picturing a little sheep dog fitting into a pumpkin during halloween time is so cute!! i love it! i could definitely see Shaggy being the certified herder of the critters out on their little farm too! haha the part about the bunny was so funny & sweet! could absolutely picture Shaggy as always being so alert & protective of not only wifey & Miles, but of the other animals too :,)

~ Shaggy would be the best bed warmer & bodyguard there ever was! especially when you’re pregnant. he would always keep watch for any suspicious visitors that may come onto the land & would stay at your feet day & night before baby arrives. i could even see Miles taking on the role of training Shaggy! he learns the basics of course, but also on how to be on high alert at all times & to be able to warn the two of you of any potential danger!

~ yes! i could see Shaggy being like Six-Thirty in that sense too. he’d wake you two up as soon as Benny even starts to stir while sleeping & would watch over his crib like a hawk! he’d of course watch over your bed too! he knows his job of being the family’s protector & he takes it very seriously! Shaggy becoming Benny’s best friend is sooo🥹 couldn’t be more adorable! i love the part where you mentioned Miles catching Benny & Shaggy howling out to the moon like wolves :) i could even picture Miles joining in on the fun too!!

Mary! these thoughts were so sweet & they made me smile 🥰 thank you for sending them in! like i’ve said many times, i seriously love reading them & getting to see the new amazing things you come up💗