#I DIDNT EVEN PROCESS WHAT I WAS DOING UNTIL I SAW THE LOOK ON PEOPLES FACES LIKE. HELLO . HELLO???

[mainfaggot]

I swear people must think im unhinged

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⠀⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀from the inbox / ok kjnda self insert bc work is gonna kill mr but 18 y/o dean winchester pining after the loser/shy girl (reader) in class and goes to buy condoms before one of the hangouts/dates and sees them behind the counter (they work there) and have to cash him out. like reader is thinking that they were lowkey dating and didnt think anything was gonna happen so theyre like "hey whwt the hell man" until he has to be like "uhhhh they were supposed to be for us"

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀warnings / loser!fem/afab!reader, smut, public sex kinda. they're in the back of a convenience store (real classy), virgin!reader, p in v, reader is wearing jean skirt, off the shoulder sweater, knee high socks and converse, THEY USED A CONDOM so proud, fingering

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀author's notes / cringefail loser shy reader is so me + thank u to 💌 anon ilysm :3

YOU AND DEAN ARE PRETTY MUCH OPPOSITES. like, on the surface. dean is consider the absolute hottie mchotson of your class. girls would do fucking anything for him. all because he has pretty green eyes and a nice face and smooth voice and what the fuck—he's just the total package. it's not like he's a stupid jock or anything either, kid's pretty smart considering the fact he's been through more schools, towns and guns than one could count. despite being 'the new kid', he acts like he's been in the same class with everyone for the past.. forever.

which he hasn't.

but you have. you've been in the same grade as all of the kids in your class, the same elementary, middle, now, and most of them still can't remember your name. it would suck if you weren't used to it. you kept to yourself anyway, not really wanting to interact with the superifical people who populated your grade. having been given the title of a loser, you had taken it in stride and worn it likr a badge of honour. literally, who cared if everyone you saw for like the majority of your life thought you were weird.

a big issue though—dean really fucking likes you.

much to the absolute horror, mortification, whatever words would describe a hatred for the fact that dean had eyes for you, of your peers. the guy who was considered an absolute bombshell by near damn everyone in the vicinity was pining for you. you. like, even you thought it was a stupid joke, like the ones guys play to make their friends like them but really aren't funny whatsoever—but no, he really did like you.

his confession of the fact that he really does like you literally went like this:

"i like you," he told you. it had all started because he kept staring at you and you thought that was freaky and weird, but it also made you feel nice which was freaky and weird in its own right. you'd confronted him about it, in a movement of misplaced courage, and that was his response.

"what—" you thought it would've been some like—just, not this. not the fact he had the hots for you, because damn. it was no secret dean was hot as fuck, but, you never would've thought.. you—loser. him? bombshell. "you like me?"

he looked at you funny, but nodded. "yeah?"

the conversation was far too questioning than statement filled. it was more like who could ask the most questions in a minute. "oh," you said simply, displaying how inept at social interaction you are. was that what you were supposed to say when someone told you that they like you? probably not. but it simply fueled his attraction to you. "i mean, i like you too."

"you like me?" his words mirrored your own previously and you nod dumbly, blinking slowly for a moment as he processed your words. "cool," he says, simply. then he asks, "wanna go to the diner?" to which you swiftly agreed.

so the two of you would hang out often. it was like, a date, kind of. you considered it dating, what you two are doing. and dean does too, both of you are dating, in a relationship. you're his girlfriend, he's your boyfriend. but nothing had happened between you in terms of.. intimacy. you'd kissed a few times, cuddled at your place since his place was a so called 'no go zone' . and did all sorts of couply things. he'd recently taken you to a themepark and after doing all the sweet lovey dovey things you'd proceeded to throw up in a bush. you preferred getting to cuddle and watch a movie with him afterwards anyway.

you didn't think much of dean calling you the night prior to ask if he could come over the next day, wanting to visit you. "can i come over tomorrow?" he asked, voice low with sleep as he shifted in bed, the shifting of fabrics and pillows being heard over the landline.

"you're asking like i'd say no," was your retort, literally immediate. a chuckle bubbled from dean and he rolled his eyes at your sassy behaviour, "damn, alright, sweetheart, i'll see you tomorrow then." and the call ended. things between you and dean didn't have to be long winded, seeing as the two of you were so blunt in nature anyway. you went to bed happy knowing your boyfriend was gonna hang with you the next day.

unfortunately, a dearly beloved thing called work existed, and you had a shift to finish up before the bliss of being with dean hit you like a tsunami. your beloved place of work is a convenience store which so happens to be frequented by the majority of people who go to your school. thank god for a lack of uniform, you got to wear whatever you wanted as you dished out cigarettes and candy to someone who definitely wasn't old enough to buy the former. hey, you had a living to earn.

you're zoned out like crazy as some music plays in your headphones, no one having come up to the front to cash out anything they wanted in a while. faintly aware of the front door opening, hearing the bell chime, you simply wait for someone to come up to you rather than seek more work. you really don't get paid enough to do more than the bare minimum of cashing people out. soon, a figure appears infront of you and you process that first rather than the items being placed down on the counter. "dean!" your voice is excited, maybe you could go straight back to yours with him rather than trudge home on your own as you usually do.

"hey—" he looks like he'd been taken off guard by your presence. he blinks slowly, glancing down in a comically slow fashion and so your gaze follows his and you narrow your eyes for a moment. condoms. you look back ip and find his cheeks flushed, and the slightly irrational part of you jumps to the immediate thought that those condoms were in fact for some other chick.

"hey, what the fuck, dude," you frown, but you don't really want to jump to conclusions. a part of your mind thinks you should've expected this from a guy like dean but he seems so genuinely innocent and confused that you don't voice that thought and simply look at him expectantly with a narrowed gaze.

"it's not like that, it's—" dean doesn't know how to get what he means across without sounding weird which ends up having him sound like an absolute douchebag. he stares at you for a moment with those green eyes and he goes to speak, but you beat him to it.

"i know i'm not.. that cool, but what the hell, man—"

now he cuts you off, with an, "uhhhh, it was for us," which immediately shuts you the fuck up. you blink, staring at him, and he continues, "like, i know we haven't done anything.. but uh, i wanted to see—if we did, i wanted to be prepared, y'know, sweetheart? i sound insane, shit."

"no, you don't, that's actually really sweet," you mumble, embarassed that you'd jumped to conclusions so quickly. a soft smile adorns dean's lips and he leans against the counter, catching your attention with a little look. "so do i get these condoms for free, considering my reasons for purchase?"

"shut the fuck up," you grumble, unclipping your name tag as you'd decided to go on a self-proclaimed break. you wander around the counter and flip the sign on the door to the one with horribly scrawled—'gone 4 lunch, be back or something'—before you hear dean muse, "guess that's a yes then." he thinks you look adorable in your jean skirt and off the shoulder sweater—not to forget the knee highs and converse.

"you're not mad at me, are you?" dean decides to ask as he pockets the now free condoms, making his way over to you whilst you head into the backroom. his eyes flutter around for a moment before he sits himself down on a box, taking you in for a moment before he glances away, finding himself noticing a lot more than he usually does.

"no, m'not mad," your head shakes as you slide your headphones into your backpack, and the test of the stuff you'd brought with you to work to pass the time. you're about to speak about how dean's unusually quiet when you feel him behind you, his hands sliding to your hips gently. he gently sways you, and a laugh bubbles from your throat, "what are you doing?"

"trying to uhm.." he doesn't actually know, and he scratches the back of his head for a minute before he twirls you around into his body and a boyish grin adorns his handsome features. "seduce you," seduce you? nice going dean.

"seduce me, huh? real smooth," dean didn't want to scare you or like frighten you or anything but.. he wanted to go a little further than the simple kisses and cuddles the two of you were so prone to. it's almost like you can tell he's thinking this, but maybe that's because he's so close and you can feel his jeans start to tent a little bit at the front against your thighs. "are we gonna—"

"only if you want to," dean had been with a few girls in the past, but he never felt the way he feels about you towards them. you'd had partners before but you'd never been physical with anyone in your life. the most you'd done is kiss, and the most you'd done with dean is kiss too. "if it's okay with you, i don't wanna make you unco—"

you shut him up by pressing your lips to his, which dean graciously accepts, and returns the kiss. his hands slide over the curve of your thigh as he tugs you closer to him, his plush lips parting with a soft breath and to slip his tongue into your mouth. this isn't new for you guys, the whole kissing thing, but it feels charged differently. "always feel so good," he breaths gently into your mouth, grasping tightly at you.

the two of you pull apart for a moment. there's a moment of quiet between the two of you before dean grasps at your thighs and lifts you onto the couch. it's got questionable stains on it, and most likely isn't the dream place to lose your virginity on but with dean? it is a dream. it really does. "you touched yourself before?"

you practically splutter at the question, lashes fluttering at it. you nod meekly for a moment though, chest rising and falling in gentle breaths. your weight shifts on the couch and you mumble, "yeah, i have," he seems pleased with this fact, as he mutters, "makes my job easier."

"just relax for me," he says softly, pushing you back. he runs his eyes over your figure for a moment, taking you in before he starts hiking up your skirt. "you feelin' good still? okay?" he asks gently, wanting to know whether you're still comfortable with what he's doing.

"m'good, m'okay," you affirm, feeling a twitch in your thigh with his fingers brushing your soft skin. he's hiking your skirt up your thighs, bunching it up around your waist before he meets your gaze again. swallowing hard, your chest rises and falls in gentle breaths. "just.. feels different."

"good different?" dean cocks a brow as he meets your gaze, fingers curling into the side of your panties before he slid them down your thighs. a soft smirk plays on his lips, and he coos gently at the sight of your puffy, wet count without fabric covering it. he swallows hard, not wanting to get ahead of himself but practically straining against his jeans with every look at you he gets. it's not fair on his heart nor his dick.

you flinch a little at the cold air hitting your pussy, "what? yeah, yeah, good different," your words are mumbled out, mind a little fuzzy from his fingers brushing up over your inner thigh. you meet his gaze, swallowing thickly. "good different."

"good," dean says quietly, blue eyes fluttering over you for a moment before he runs his fingers through your folds gently, a soft groan slipping past his lips at the wet sounds made by the action. you squirm beneath his touch, eyes meeting his once more. he starts once more, "gotta get you ready for me, okay? don't want it to hurt. gotta get you nice 'n' ready," he explains what hes doing, thumb sliding to your clit to apply gentle pressured circles. "is that good? d'you like that?"

judging by the pretty sounds coming from you, you like it a lot. "feels.. uhm," you don't know how to describe it since it's so different. "really good," dean laughs at your words with a little shake of his head.

"just good, huh?" dean muses, "think i can do better than that," he circles his thumb over your clit in a tight circle once more before his fingers glide over your soaked entrance. he runs his free hand through his hair for a moment before he pushes his fingers slowly inside your hole, watching the way you let out a soft sound instinctively at the intrusion. dean seeks your hand at that moment, his fingers interlacing with yours so he can hold your hand tight.

returning the grip, you hold onto his hand tight with a shaky breath. your free hand cradles his hand as your fingers interlace with his own, and you bring it close to your chest for a second. "holy shit," his fingers are bigger than your own, fill you a little more than your own and just.. feel better than rubbing one out. honestly, you're glad this isn't like the most romantic thing ever because you probably would've started bawling your damn eyes out. because he was being so sweet.

"you like that?" dean asks gently, coaxing his fingers further within you before they go as far as he can push them. you're so tight around him, he has to wait a little before he can slip them back again. he repeats the motion a few times to fight against your warm resistance before he gains a gentle rhythm, "this good? still feels good?

you were almost getting annoyed with him asking if it felt okay because he knew damn well it did, but it meant a lot that he was caring so much for your wellbeing even when he really just wanted to get inside you. "still feels good," you affirm with a gentle squeeze of his hand, and dean smiles softly, nodding. he tugs you closer, pumping his fingers into your wet hole fervently. seeing the way your legs tremble, he decides to rub tight circles on your clit in the process of thrusting his fingers. he meets your gaze, and he nods, "i got you."

borderline overwhelmed, your grip tightens hard on his hand. but dean can take it, so he simply brings you closer, continuing his motions. "dean—" your words are practically a whine, eyes darting away for a second, almost embarassed that you're coming so early. but you're sensitive and have never felt this good in your life, so within seconds, your thighs are trembling around his hand, a building pressure in your abdomen growing.

"close, huh?" he asks gently, feeling how your walls tighten around his fingers. he keeps up the pace, even increasing it to get you over the edge. you whimper shakily, crying out as your climax hits you like a damn wave. you pant, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. dean's quiet for a moment, taking you in, in all your blissed out state. a soft, breathy chuckle slipping past his lips, he slowly eases his fingers from you. he watches how they glisten with your release, gently wiping it off on his jeans. "did amazin', shit," he's amazed by you, wholeheartedly. he'd dreamt, literally, of having you like this before and holy fucking shit, to have you like this, it makes his heart race.

"i feel like literal jelly," you breath out shakily, a breathless laugh escaping you. he smiles, sliding his hands to your hips and bringing you into his body once more. "is it like, time to—what do people even say when they have sex, i feel so stupid," dean laughs at that, shaking his head, "you sound fine, okay? and uh, yeah, i guess. i don't think i can wait anymore, s'practically killin' me."

shifting his weight, he lowers you back down against the couch and starting to unbutton his jeans, tugging down the zip afterwards. he tugs down the denim past his thighs, letting it pool around his ankles before he steps out of it. "damn," you mutter as you take him in, eyes dropping down to the bulge in his boxers before you meet his gaze, "need me to take care of that?" you joke, flashing a gentle smile before you giggle.

"you're such a fuckin' dork," dean rolls his eyes, watching you just for a second. his fingers curl into the waistband of his boxers, and he tugs them down over his thighs too. you instantly run your eyes over his cock, taking in the way his length hits against his abdomen, the precum oozing from the tip making it glisten slightly—you'd never seen a dick in person before but you were sure he had the prettiest one. "like what you see?" he can't help himself, flashing a gentle grin.

"looks like it, right?" you mutter, and he rolls his eyes, pumping his hand over his dick a few times, precum dripping over his hand for a moment. "gonna be smart with me, huh? after i've been so nice? breakin' my heart, babe," the two of you smile at eachother, and you shift your weight, a little apprehensive.

"what's it gonna feel like?" you wonder outloud, eyes meeting his. dean's quiet for a minute, grunting under his breath with a final pump of his dick before he rummages in his pocket for a moment. tugging out the condom packet, he tore it open with his teeth. he glanced at it for a moment before he slowly rolled it onto his cock, a breathy sound slipping past his lips. when he's done, he aligns himself with your entrance, smearing your juices around your hole once more as a precaution.

"full," dean knows what it'll feel like for him, tight, amazing, wet, the best feeling of his entire life. but for you? he'd never thought about it all that much. "good," he seems certain about that.

"you sure?" even you're a tiny bit sceptical.

"you don't believe me? you're gonna feel good, baby, i'll make sure of it," with that, dean slowly pushes the head of his cock into you, grunting almost immediately at how tight you are. his eyes roll back into his head a little, and you squeeze your eyes shut, lips parting with a soft breath. "see, feelin' good already and i haven't even fucked you yet," that's the side of dean you knew was hiding, from the moment he kissed you earlier. the cocky side of him, self assured, the one who knows that he's good in bed, the one who knows he can fuck a girl good.

"and why haven't you fucked me yet, dean?"

"tryna' be patient here, jesus. but you're beggin' me to fuck you? really fuck you? was gonna make love, but, y'know," he takes your words as an indication that you're ready. he bucks his hips a little more and he bottoms out within you, causing a sharp gasp to escape you. "and there we go, there she is. mm, feel so tight. so tight. been dreamin' 'bout this pussy since i met you," he's balls deep inside you, and you're proud of yourself for not cumming the moment he pushed into you. you grip his hands instantly, both of them this time, not wanting to let go. your eyes meet his and he looks proud of himself, self-assured, but so glad you're feeling good.

"please, uh, uh.. move," you say after you've adjusted to the size of him, your thighs drenched with your own juices already. dean nods his head gently, not before hiking your legs up around his waist to give him that leverage to thrust into you properly. "and if you ask me whether m'sure i swear to god de—"

he cuts you off by pulling out then thrusting back into you again, setting a quick pace. "you start gettin' mouthy with me, i gotta show you who's the expert, okay? i wanna hear those noises, 'cause i know they're pretty," his hips snap into yours, the sounds of skin smacking against skin ringing in your ears. you're dazed with the feeling of him pounding in and out of you, a feeling you've never felt before. but it feels so familiar, so right that it's like you've done this forever.

he was right, you do sound so pretty as he fucks into you again and again and again, showing that he does in fact know what he's doing and that he is in fact the expert here. not you. just watch and learn, is his point here. "i'm gonna, uh, fuck, come again—" you weren't gonna last long with him pounding into you like this, his balls smacking against your cunt only causing more pleasure and more wet, filthy sounds. "m'sorry.." you apologise, feeling a little pathetic for it.

"don't apologise," he mumbles, sliding his hand to your back and drawing you in closer, so he buries deeper inside you but also so he can hold you closer. "don't you apologise to me, babe, wanna feel it, wanna feel you come around me, that's all i ask." and you obliged, squeezing his hand tighter than ever as you gushed around his cock, making a mess of him. dean glanced down to see your juices practically spray out of you, and he smiles coyly, not slowing in his motions. you squirm, and he mutters gently, "just a little more, promise, just a little."

you relax, the faint feeling of overstimulation creeping up on you. however it doesn't last that long, as you feel dean's hip movements stutter then come to an end, buried inside you as he panted. his ropes of cum painted the inside of the condom white, a shaky whine slipping past his lips as he meets your gaze. "god, that was—"

"amazing," you breathed out, relaxing back against the couch. "i'd love to go again, but uhm, i—"

"s'alright, i get it," dean shifted, keeping himself within you. he maneuvers the both of you so you're on top of him. not for riding purposes, you guys could try that another time, but so he could hold him close. his hand cradles the back of your head gently, and he nuzzles you into him. "we should've done that earlier."

you mumble in agreement, "agreed," as you relax against him. "honestly, i was thinking of quitting this place but turns out it's a literal sex charm."

"we did not just fuck because you work at a convenience store, don't get that in your head, babe, i swear—"

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be cautious

carl grimesxfem!reader

theme - slight angst to fluff

warnings - mentions of blood, cursing

word count - 853

you only had intentions of providing at least a little for the group. after all it had been around 3 months since they took you under their arms and kept you safe. one experimental and solo run was all it took for you to come back limping through the gates of alexandria.

your hands held on tightly to your thigh while you dragged yourself to the entrance of your home. whoever was guarding, you couldnt tell at this point, let you inside and immediately called for help.

a little squeak left your throat when a couple people came beside you to help you towards denise's house. the overwhelming sense of so many hands holding you up only made it harder to focus on anything else but the pain in your leg.

runs were usually easy when there were more people with you for protection. you didnt even go that far out from alexandria, only a couple miles. but three walkers cornering you in an already small gas station caused you to get a pretty bad stab in your leg.

you finally gained your vision back from blood loss once you were placed on a bed. eyes now focused, you saw sasha, aaron, and denise before you. your head darted around the room a little now that you could process simple shapes.

"what h-happened?" your voice came out soft, almost out of breath when a feeling of pressure came to the bleeding wound in your leg. denise had applied a bit of force to stop the bleeding with some gauze.

"dont know. you just came through the gates all bloody." sasha said. her hand on your shoulder while her eyes peered down to see how denise was doing. aaron had left to let maggie know you were hurt but alive.

also to let carl know.

around 15 minutes passed and your leg was wrapped up now. you were fast asleep and didn't even remember what had happened until you were oh so kindly reminded in your dream. Your body sprung up a little causing you to wince gently as you laid back down. once you realized you actually were awake, you noticed a familiar hand resting on your arm.

"carl..." you said lowly under your breath as if you only spoke to yourself. he was resting a little before his head lifted up a bit. he rubbed his eye and fixed his hat gently. he was silent for a good moment before you broke the silence.

"carl...why do you have that look on your face?' you questioned carefully. you knew carl would never actually get bad at you to the point where it causes horrible conflict but you felt nervous for some reason.

"you didn't even let me know that you were going east." he said quietly, avoiding eye contact so that he would stay at least a little upset. he was always taunted by your already damp eyes.

"i'm sorry. i didn't think it would be such a small building..." your hand found its way to his and he pulled away gently with a little sigh.

"its not about that...what if someone needed to go looking for you?" his voice was a little louder now, his words leaving in short-breathed huffs.

"i thought id be safer and back quick carl i-"

"just let someone know before-hand!" he almost shouted but in a whispered tone. "be more cautious. god..." now he spoke under his breath, refusing to look at you after realizing that he had snapped a little. the silence and little squeaks coming from your throat filled the awkward silence. although he couldn't see your face, he knew he had made you cry and he still couldnt bring his eye back up to yours.

you took a shaky breath, wiping some of the tears from your eyes and fiddled with your bracelet. the one you and carl made together back at the prison.

"im sorry-" he could practically hear your tears choking you back from speaking properly. his head shook vigorsly for a second before he sat up a bit, finally looking at you and bringing his hand up to your face.

'shit, i-im sorry. damnit i'm sorry...i yelled." he wiped a few of the tears himself. his hand now rests with yours again, his thumb rubbing back and forth quickly in an attempt to comfort you.

"i didn't mean to yell you know I didn't..." he said in a soft tone while holding your face a little closer to the nape of his neck. you only cried a little bit afterward then lifted your head up, looking at him while he wiped two more tears from your face. you sniffled once and held his finger between yours.

"i'll tell you next time. where i'm going," you spoke gently. he nodded in response. his internal panic slowly faded away when he heard your voice becoming less shaky.

he wished he never got upset at you like that. deep down he always tried to remind himself that you make mistakes.

"i love you okay?" his forehead pressed against yours hesitantly.

"i love you too."

guys this is just a little one-shot to get me back into writing.... i think I'm gonna work on some arcane content too, along with peace chapter two!!!!

tags: @carlsangel @zomb-core

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[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Listen you can't just give me new lore and expect me not to ask ESPECIALLY if it involved magic system

Does the rune you clicked with matched the kind of person you are? Like someone who is caring will click with a protection rune or a healing rune or is it based on how willing the person is to learn it?

In the ye olden days how does one know which rune they would click with like do they just try different runes and if they don't click with they moved on to a different rune? Imagine an expert just throws a bunch of runes to a baby sorcerer and be like “here try this runes and tell me how you feel about it”

If someone who studies history found that Stan's a sorcerer, what would be their reaction? And is it a shock Pikachu face?

Is magic reserve something you're born with? Or can you expand it?

Tldr : more lore! More lore! More lore! More lore! ✊✊✊

You've fallen into my trap of asking me to elaborate so i can talk more about my magic world building >:)

The first initial click will always match the type of person a sorcerer is. Stan views himself as someone who breaks things and messes stuff up, so he was drawn to the break rune (plus all the writing it over and over. Its not a necessary step but it does make it easier and speed up the process) in different circumstances he could have also clicked with the sneak, protect, illusion, or anything else that fits Stan. After that a sorcerer can technically click with any rune, as long as they work to understand it. Stan doesn't care about plants or growing things in a garden, so he's struggling.

In ye olden days as long as they knew someone had the chance to become a sorcerer they could guess which runes they'd click with. Unfortunately there wasn't a guarantee someone would click at all, even if they did have a larger magic reserve. Potential sorcerers could go to specilized schools to try and click through rune writing and doing rune activities (such as going around a castle and breaking everything they came across *coughStancough*) but its not something that can be forced (without messing the person up). There was also the chance that people would randomly become sorcerers going about their day to day lives, like how the woman Fiddleford knew clicked with the dance rune and started using it on everyone. People were taught to look for certain signs (doing a certain action over and over again, looking exhausted, zoning out, etc (which can be written off as truama)) so that if they saw their neighbor or someone they knew they could take steps in case it was a potential sorcerer clicking.

Once the first click happened baby sorcerers were taken to isolated facilities and thrown a bunch of runes and pushed through rune activities until they clicked with at least three more, after which they were free to go home or continue rune learning. They'd interview loved ones and the sorcerer to figure out what would work best, and go from there. If something didnt click after three days they'd move on (Due to rushing the process to stabilize the baby sorcerer. If Stan had been shoved writing the rune he's about to click with over and he'd click with it faster than he has been.) Stan's learning his runes in the classic fashion of doing activities and watching the world around him, which works but is very slow.

If someone who studied history and knew about sorcerers as a concept seperate from wizards learned about Stan there would be a new person living in the castle becoming Stans #1 pest. You know the type, eager to learn and watch and the exact type of person that would creep Stan out, even if they were doing it for purly academic reasons. Stan's a living relic of a long forgotten magic art, and they're going to rediscover the limits of his capabilities together :) (Stan would rather not. Please leave? He has enough problems with the dragon, demon, and McGuckets health worries)

Magic reserves are something people are born with and something that can grow over time. Everyone has a little bit of magic in them that keeps them alive and naturally connects them to magic in a non sorcerer fashion, and some are born with larger magic reserves due to blood line factors. Its similar to a muscle, the more its used the bigger it is, so weak sorcerers can get stronger the more they cast spells and push their limits. Or it can artificially grow, like if someone carries an arcane battery in their pocket and rolls it around with their bare hands while it leaks magic straight into them (but who'd be crazy enough to do that! There's all kinds of side effects from non controlled magic exposure!)

There's also a hierarchy of runes. The lowest tier is grammar and filler runes, that don't have any special innate ability to shape reality. Like how shouting the word 'the!' at someone doesnt really convey meaning. After that it goes from very specific runes, like water, to more complex ones, like liquid. Stan's first one was a complex one, as 'break' covers a whole lot more than just learning 'snap'. There's lots of ways to break something, but only so many ways you can snap. The limits of a sorcerer's ability is their magic reserve and their imagination, so Stan, who's mental ability is so strong he's a natural mindscape manipulator, has a lot of potential for being very powerful, even if by ye olden days standards he'd have a less than average sorcerer's reserve (another good thing for Fiddlefords arm). A sorcerer can 'upgrade' their clicked rune into a higher tier by doing it a lot and deepening their understanding.

[withlove-xixi]

Xixi...how do you think Chillychuck would react w/ a reader with hidden piercings? Nipple, Tongue, Navel, Smiley, ect?.. I've asked Toram the same thing but I love hearing others interpretations (also for projecting reasons)

— CHILCHUCK THOUGHTS: chilchuck x reader with piercings

ᥫ cw: piercings i guess ★ IDK WHY I DIDNT FORMAT IT LIKE NORMAL WHEN I FIRST POSTED IT BUT THANK U ANGEL FOR ASKING FOR MY THOUGHTS HEHEAHEHAEH IM HONORED!!!

EHAEHAHEHAHEHHHHHH chilchuck to me is .. very traditional. i think he'd be the type to not really care about piercings, tattoos, etc (because he thinks people can do as they please and whatnot) but some small part of him finds it a bit strange still, a bit taboo. he never really got the appeal of it much, mainly because i doubt he personally would want to have piercings

that is, until he sees it on someone he finds attractive (you), then suddenly its ... a bit hot, somewhat sinful even. he notices it at first but it takes a while to realize they're piercings.

there are small dots on your face and he thinks they're beauty marks at first glance. much later on he realizes theyre small holes, but for what he doesn't realize until he walks into you changing your shirt on a on your day off. he sees the shine of the piercings before he processes what they are, and when he does he feels an instant mix of attraction and confusion.

because on one hand, he's never really been interested in piercings, he didnt care much about it. they were okay, he supposed, lots of younger people in town had them so they were trendy he guessed. but on you? combined with the way you had your shirt still hanging on your arms, halfway put on? something about it made chilchuck's heart skip a beat.

i doubt he can really describe the feeling or even why he feels that way. even after seeing your piercings and feeling the way he did when he saw you, he'd see others with piercings and to him it's just some everyday thing. but when he sees you put them on, it drives a small part of him insane because suddenly it's the hottest thing he's ever seen. but then again you were always his only exemption.

i think maybe he'd get you ones that he thinks looks cute on you, ones with stars and moons on them, ones that have intricate designs and ones that are simple. he starts encouraging you to wear them more often too, even going as far as asking you to wear them just so he could look at them. his fingers would gently brush over them, admiring how they look on your pierced skin. i think :3 he'd kiss them too, even if you take out your piercings, he'd kiss where they are, something gentle and tender because that's the way he loves.

[diejager]

Hi Joyce! This is my first time asking an author on this application, I saw you opened requests, so I have a little idea. What if this is like a side story/spin off from humans! reader x monster! 141TF AU's.

Where the reader (female) dies after giving birth to their child. And the husbands don't really take the news well, especially when their child is so physically/personality similar to the reader.

(if you read the webtoon who made me a princess then you know what I mean :) )

Thank you! Hope im didnt bother you

I’m honoured to be your first ask 🥺

Vestige Cw: angst, death, childbirth complications, single parenting, heartbreak, tell me if I missed any.

They hadn’t expected this to happen. They hadn’t expected this to be the last they’d see you. It was an unfortunate incident, they were told, a freak one that caused you to haemorrhage and they couldn’t bring you back despite how fast they acted to stop you from bleeding out. It felt like their world ended, the little light in the dark and traumatic place extinguished, a cataclysmic boom that sent their morals low and mind deeper into depression. Some drowned themselves in substance, others in physical pain to feel something other than heartache and agony, and a few were left silent, unmoving and mute. 

But they had a little baby to care for, the last vestige of your love and presence. It was a gift from you to the people you loved, a memory of the times you all shared smiles and joy as much as you shared tears and sorrow. It was the light at the end of a particularly difficult hallway, shocking them back into reality like a bucket of ice water. They had to care and nurture a child —their sweet and innocent angel. She reminded them of you so, so much that it hurt.

“Yer a wee thing, aye?” Soap had always been the first to care, the first to love and the first to act. It might’ve been hard to provide for a child as a single father, but their sweet angel was as much theirs as his, a gift to share. 

The first days were rough, none knew how to properly care for themselves, let alone a week old child! It was a slow start, passing a crying baby from one arms to the other without any idea of what to do. It was only until the eldest - Price, Alejandro and König - changed tones and put aside everything else to search up for childcare. In all honestly, they all had years of built up breaks that they rarely used to keep themselves busy to drive away the demons and keep their minds sound. 

Little Jesse was shared between them, they took shifts separated equally to let the others rest or research. Soap, Gaz, Horangi and Rudy naturally fit with Jesse, capable of looking at her when she had her little mood swings and occasional tantrums. Soap and Rudy were prone to watch over her when she felt especially excited, hands grabbing and toothless gum biting, flaying her arms around to grasp at something to tug. Horangi and Gaz were softer, more mellow and made to supervise her when she was dozing off or on the edge of exhaustion, toes and fingers curling to hold someone’s hand to sleep. 

Ghost was a little apprehensive about touching her, fearful that his curse would infect her, that everything he touched died, even the prettiest and most lively flower wilted in his presence. But König, a big and dangerous monster like the Austrian, showed him how even the most dangerous beasts could be a protector and provider. It was a slow process but he eventually made it where he could look at her the same way the others did, a perfect ball of sunshine. 

How could they not love her? When she was the perfect copy of you, taking so many characteristics from you than them. She had the same eyes and nose, the equally bright smile and flushing cheeks and the shade of hair. And as she grew older, they could see your personality shine through her, you gave her as much of yourself as you could, hoping it would quell the heartache and agony.

Jesse was their favourite regret. 

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[luveeseo]

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

summary: you end up befriending leeseo, the most popular girl in school and you create a cute bond with her over time

a/n: this was requested, hope u like it!!<3

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 862 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none!!

another day at high school began for you and everyone else. as usually, you walked through the opening gates, blending into the crowd of students making their way to their lockers and classes. most people saw you as, simply, just another student - a typical kid with average grades and average friends. but you had a passion that set you apart: painting. the art room was your refuge, a place where you could chill and let your creativity flow. it was there that you felt completely yourself, away from the judgmental sight of your peers. as you walked down the corridor, the familiar noise of excitement reached your ears. you didnt need to look to know what was going on. leeseo, the most popular girl in school has just arrived. you could see all the heads turned, whisper spread and everyones eyes glittered with admiration. her beauty and style made her the envy of every girl and the dream of every boy. no one is perfect, but it seemed like she was. you couldn't help but admire her from afar, though you never felt tempted to join the mob of students desperate for her attention. to you, she was like a lovely picture, something to admire but never touch. besides, why would she ever look at you? most people dont even acknowledge your role in this school.

after the final bell rang, you ran straight to the art room, ready to put the rest of the day behind. the art room stood out and was brighter than the rest of the school. it was calm and quiet and it had a satisfying scent of paint. the sunlight streamed through the window, spreading a warm glowing over the room and emphasizing the small dust specks that swirled in the air. you set up your easel in your favorite corner, where the light is just right and started working on your latest piece. the day was long and exhausting and each brushstroke was a way for you to release. you didn't have a specific picture in mind, so instead you just let your hand flawlessly work on the canvas, losing yourself in the process. the outside world was fading until it was just you and your art. here, you were free to explore and make mistakes.

you suddenly jumped when the door creaked open. you turned around, surprised to discover leeseo standing at the door, her eyes studying over the room and over you. her approach was unexpected and somehow suitable.

"hi," she greeted, her voice mellow and pleasant. "i didnt know anyone spent time here after school."

you blinked, attempting to conceal your surprise and anxious flutter in your stomach, "um, yes. i enjoy working on my art here. its- its peaceful."

leeseo walked further into the room, her eyes running over the numerous art supplies and incomplete pieces. she seemed genuinely interested. "can i see what you're working on?"

unsure, you nodded, allowing her to approach your easel. she simply stared at your painting, examining too. her closeness made you painfully aware of her being here and you felt both nervous and shy.

"this is amazing" she replied with genuine admiration in her voice. "i wish i would paint like this."

you couldn't help but smile, as the compliment warmed your heart. nobody really ever looked over your work and this made you feel appreciated. "thanks. its just something i enjoy doing."

to your surprise, leeseo began to visit the art room after school on a regular basis. she was always looking for an excuse to view your latest work, so the two of you began to talk more. despite her status, leeseo was just as simple as everyone else, and she was curious of the world beyond her social circle. every day after school, the room became a safe space for the two of you. you'd paint while leeseo sat close, either working on her own sketches or simply watching you with a smile on her face. the conversations came freely, being everything from amusing to deep.

one afternoon, leeseo opened up to you while watching the movement of your brush. "you know," she said quietly, "everyone sees me as this perfect popular girl, but sometimes it feels like no one really knows me."

you paused and look at her seriously. "i understand the feeling. people only see the things they want to see, but i believe there is more to you than just being popular."

she smiled, with a sign of weakness in her eyes. "thanks. that means a lot, y/n."

as the days passed into weeks, your friendship with leeseo got stronger. she became the muse for your art. you decided to paint a portrait of the girl in hopes of capturing her real image. when you revealed the portrait to her, she was speechless.

"this is… incredible," she said, her voice shaking, "no one's ever seen me like this before."

"i see you, leeseo. the real you"

as the two of you stood there, you understood that sometimes the most beautiful relationships can develop unexpectedly, just like the beautiful colors and shapes that slowly appear on the canvas.

[taintedtort]

Hello! What will be the reaction of Scaramouche and Venti if the reader enters the room naked? (and the reader realizes too late that she is naked)

prompt ✧ you walk in naked

characters ✧ scaramouche, venti

warnings ✧ afab!reader, suggestive, you just got out the shower

a/n ✧ this is scara in his wanderer arc so he’s not as bitchy (also this is EMBARRASSINGLY late. it’s been sitting in my drafts for so long bcus i forgot abt it, im so sorry!!)

SCARAMOUCHE

✧ oh my god seriously he thinks he died. to be fair, you didn’t know scara was in the room. he wasn’t even there when you first got into the shower! not your fault that he just barges into peoples homes, maybe he should learn some manners!

you were drying off after taking a hot shower, something you really needed after the long day you had. your fuzzy robe sat sprawled out on your bed where you left it, forgetting to take it to the bathroom with you. luckily, your bathroom was connected to your room so you didn’t have to go far in the cold. you wrapped your towel on your head to let your hair dry and keep it from dripping everywhere.

when you walked out of the bathroom and saw scaramouche sitting on your bed, your first thought was what the hell is he doing here? but your second thought came too late, he was already looking up at you.

once he comprehended you were completely naked, his face bursts into red. you both ended up shouting at the same time.

"scaramouche, get out!"

"oh archons!"

his hand flew over his eyes, trying to respect your privacy and also trying to cover his completely red face. he scrambled off the bed and out your door, slamming it in the process.

once he was out, he fell back onto the door and slid down to the floor. his heart was erratic and he could feel the skin on his neck burning red. he was tempted to leave so you wouldn’t see him like this, but he also wanted to apologize and scold you for walking around indecently.

you on the other hand, were mortified beyond belief. you two have never really been intimate before, having newly started the relationship, and now his first impression of your nude body is going to be with a towel around your head and mascara smudges under your eyes.

once you secured the robe around your body, you called out his name. you were praying he left so you wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment until tomorrow. luck wasn’t on your side though.

you heard shuffling behind the door before it cracked open. you saw half of scara‘s face peek in before he fully opened the door. he didn’t enter, just stayed still, unsure of what to do.

"sorry— i didnt know you weren’t going to be decent. i wouldve waited in the living room or something."

you cross your arms and huff. your heart was still racing, but you could see the pink on his face from where you were standing and it made you feel a bit better.

"my robe was sitting on my bed! what did you expect?"

you were scolding him, which was new. you think the whole event fried his brain because he didn’t fire back, he just apologized again.

you sigh heavily before asking him what he’s doing at your house. you think he must’ve needed something to have broken in.

"is it bad i want to see my girlfriend?" he answered, somewhat defensively. the use of the title made your stomach churn. he doesn’t call you that often, almost never in fact, unless he’s jealous.

"well— no…" you trailed off, not finding another reason to yell at him. he was just trying to be sweet and come visit you, its not his fault you were showering.

you took a breath and plastered a pretty smile on your face while making your way across the room to him. he looked at you someone cautiously, the image of your naked body still fresh on his mind.

you pulled him inside the room and shut the door behind him before placing a quick peck to his lips, leaving him wanting more.

"sit down. let me change clothes and we can watch something, yeah?" you gently moved his body towards your bed, further urging him to take the spot he occupied earlier. he sat without complaint, nodding at your suggestion.

"yeah, fine. just don’t come out naked this time."

VENTI

✧ was taken off guard for sure, but quickly recovered and started teasing you. he didn’t even bother giving you privacy by turning away, just immediately started making jokes to get you flustered.

after getting out of the shower and realizing you left your only towel outside sitting on your bed, you sighed loudly and cursed under your breath. you’d have to wipe the floor up after tracking water to your bed. what a hassle.

you had thought venti was still at the tavern enjoying some drinks, but when you opened the door and saw him sitting on your bed, you froze. your reaction time was way slower than his. by the time your brain caught up that he was there and looking at you, he had already taken in the sight of your naked body. a grin broke out across his face before you could say anything.

"oh wow, are you trying to seduce me?" he teased, voice filled with amusement. your face burned red and your arms moved to cover your exposed body.

"venti! get out! what are you doing here?!" you yelped, making a run for the towel that sat dangerously close to him. a laugh bursts out of him as he snatched it up from the bed and away from your grasp.

"hey don’t cover up, i think you look cute!" his cheeks were slightly dusted pink, letting you know that he wasn’t actually as nonchalant about this as he let on.

"give it back! seriously!" you shrieked, completely mortified. you made a move to snatch the towel from him, but the action caused you to lean over the bed, only exposing yourself more to his prying eyes.

when venti realized how close you were, he took the chance to gently cup your cheek and bring you even closer. your breath caught in your throat as his lips met yours. the kiss wasn’t lust filled, it was soft, like he was reassuring you.

you felt his other hand move to caress your arm, bringing you back to the fact that you were completely naked right in front of him. you pulled away from him with a gasp, but he didn’t let you go far. his lips moved to your jaw next, slowly trailing down to the junction where your neck and shoulder met.

"venti," you mumbled, face burning. you felt him hum against your skin, but he didn’t pull away. he placed kisses all down your neck and across your shoulders, but didn’t leave any marks. he’d never mark you up without your permission!

when he heard your breath hitch, he pulled away with one final kiss to your lips. a boyish grin was set on his face, while your own was dazed.

he snickered lightly at your expression before wrapping your towel around your body, finally giving you a way to cover yourself. you sighed in relief, your racing heart slowing just a bit.

"there, better yeah? though… i think you look better without it."

[prof-peach]

What's a happy adoption story that's occurred on the island? Conversely, what's one of the worst adoption attempts seen?

All adoption stories have a lot of joy in them for us at Dotaku, but I suppose one or two stand out.

We had a seemingly lost and quite old Mawile handed in to us, clear care put into their lifestyle, it's teeth were in good condition for its age, it had no illness, clear and soft skin, creeping joint aches but it was to be expected for the pokemon age, but it had no pokeball, so no trainer ID to return them to.

We expected someone to come for it, we even put out posters on the mainland to help find its trainer, but no one came forward. We eventually posed the topic of rehoming to the pokemon and it firmly refused, we did not bring it up again. This pokemon would sit every time people came off the boats at the dock as if waiting for someone, and each time would walk away dissapointed.

Five years passed, it had never given us trouble, was well behaved and kind in nature, even partook in plnety of island events with time, became one of the permanent fixtures here.

And then out of the blue, an old woman turned up with her grandson, visitors. We were made aware of the dimensia she was living with just in case she wandered off, and catered to it no problem. Staff report that she walked around without issue, enjoyed the grounds just line anyone else, until that is, she spotted this one Mawile, and the pokemon saw her, the two had a moment of recognition.

Theyre both in tears as soon as they reach eachother, the Mawile ran for this woman, we didnt know if it was hostile or not at first, but nope, there as a big hug shared and progressive tears. The grandson filled us in that his grandma use to have a partner but came from a village that just lived with pokemon, no balls, no fancy items, just a mutual choosing. But the Mawile had been stolen by a young trainer passing through years ago, with no pokeballs to stop the capture process, the boy assumed someone caught the pokemon and left with it, seperating the pair. It was kind of the one thing his Grandma would always look for in her later years, forgetting that she'd lost her beloved partner, becoming increasingly worried repeatedly as her illness worsened over the years. It caused a lot of grief.

we can only assume the pokemon got free or released, and was handed in to the island as a "difficult case" due to its reluctance to listen to others.

The woman went home with her pokemon, reunited after 5 long years apart, it brought a tear to plenty of the staff's eyes thats for sure.

On the opposing end we've had plenty of shady folk come in and try to adopt from us, but theres a few measures we put in place when were suspicious. I dont discuss the security precautions we apply in these cases to hide the pricess and keep the pokemon and staff safe here.

Despite this, one or two slip the net on rare occasion, it happens, were not perfect. One that stays with me was a woman who came in to look for a partner, making all the best attempts to charm a quite fantastic little Treeko, a rare variant with fantastic leopard markings. She was forthright and seemed ordinary, we went through our regular security checks and nothing came up on her ID, figured it was a fine match. So she went through the process of adopting, staff saw no red flags. I kick myself now, if i'd been around her with Val we could have stopped this, but i'd been too busy with other jobs to oversee that particular case.

She leaves with the pokemon, and we're none the wiser, but anyone who knows us, knows we do home visits after adoption to make sure a pokemon is happy and well. usually 3 within the year. Some of our staff turn up to an abandoned building, no pokemon, no people, nothing. The hunt began, Grey was quick to try to see if the pokemons ID had been pinged at any pokecentres, but nothing came up. We kept looking, and called in some favours at the local ranger bases and police stations to watch.

Eventually someone spots the woman in question, two regions over in Hoenn, selling eggs. She got pulled over for trafic violations while driving and got flagged. I went over personally to see what was going on, and turns out she was illegally breeding rare species to sell for huge money. The treeko was in BAD condition by this point, we took it back along with two dozen or so eggs, another Sceptile, and a pair of shroomish with unsual patterns that were on their last legs. She was taken to court for cruelty charges and served time.

The pokemon however were fine in the end, took some time to rehabilitate them, but they still hang around the island, that experience was traumatic for them so they choose to stay with us for saftey sake. We have no issues with this, and have since tightened our security checks. The womans trainer ID was a fake, a really convincing one, we messed up. It's cases like that that'll push us to all do better however, we learned a lot, and hold onto those failures to push forward in a better way.

Just glad the pokemon survived and are now healthy and happy.

[telugu-girl-13]

here's that thing no one asked for enjoy (NOT PROOFREAD I DIDNT EVEN READ IT OVER BEFORE POSTING--i was too lazy)

again this was written at eleven pm so dont mind the lack of description and weird switching dual perspective and the genericcy feel to it

someone tapped her shoulder, and mini turned around. as soon as she saw the person behind her, a grin broke out onto her face.

"rudy! i didn't think you would come!"

rudy rubbed the back of his neck. "why wouldn't i? i mean, getting here was hard and all, but..." he trailed off, staring at mini. she hoped she wasn't staring back.

rudy was wearing a black tuxedo, finished with purple accents. "did i do too much? i wasn't sure what to wear, since it's my first time going to something like this prom thing in the human world."

mini shook her head, feeling underdressed. she was wearing a strapped purple dress with a skirt that went down to her knees, and a light layer of makeup, but it didn't stand out in the crowd of people with similar attire. she was surprised rudy was still looking at her.

then she realized his hand was behind his back. he must have remembered at the same time, because his eyes widened and he pulled out a bouquet of flowers. "for you," he said, almost stumbling over his words.

the bouquet was filled with dark purple flowers of all kinds. violet gems sparkled in between, and mini didn't even have to listen to know that they were playing some sort of song. music was rudy's gift, and when he wasn't talking her head off about his 'band', he was actually wonderful to be around when he had his gemstones on him. mini imagined a breezy tune, light and airy with the sound of the ocean weaving through it. just the thought made her smile. "i love it, rudy."

his radiant smile shone. mini pulled him into a hug, and he accepted happily.

mini led her date over to the food table, but without even going close to the snacks laid out, he claimed, "i'm not hungry."

"are you sure? or are you lying to appease me?"

rudy's gaze went astray and mini shook her head. "fine, but i won't let you go anything after an hour without eating." he nodded, thoughtful.

fast forward to one slow song, three clumsy missteps, and a heap of giggles coming from mini's mouth. during that short period of time, mini had learned that while he was a good musician, rudy was not a good dancer, no matter how suave he tried to seem. "we're not doing that again," she decided, after rudy almost tripped over a nearby chair.

"good," he replied, swallowing. "do you want to talk about something?"

mini scrunched up her nose. asking her to lead the conversation usually ended up with an intense surgical process being described and the other person wanting to throw up. but it was rudy, and he understood her dreams about going to medical school, and all the things she wanted to do as a doctor. so she started with, "my mom said she'll consider helping me get an internship."

rudy's eyes lit up with eagerness, and they chatted for another ten minutes. all was well until mini brought up germs. "they're going to be everywhere at the hospital, even on my face."

her date went silent, and mini wondered how her sentence could be taken differently than how she usually said it. a minute went by, and mini fidgeted with her fingers. until rudy stood up and said, "i'm going to--" and cut off, before walking towards an empty hallway.

mini caught up to him in less than three seconds. "rudy, what's going on? are you okay? is there something--"

rudy inhaled sharply. "can i kiss you?"

mini's mouth clamped shut, and she stared at him with wide eyes. "...what?" she managed to croak out.

rudy didn't look at her face. "i said, can i kiss you? it's been on my mind forever and i really want to do it, if you're okay with it."

"i--"

"i washed my mouth three times before coming here, mini. and i didn't dare drink any water or eat any food. that's why i didn't touch anything at the table. and i know that's not how germs work, because they're everywhere, as you said before. but i did everything i could to make you feel better about this, and it's not going to work, and i look like an idiot right now, and--"

"yes."

rudy snapped his gaze back to her. it was his turn to ask, "what?"

"i said yes."

he opened his mouth as if to ask another question, but closed it quickly. rudy out of all people knew not to argue with fate, especially if it was leaning your way.

so instead he carefully placed his hands on her back, and mini grabbed his arms to keep herself steady as he leaned in and pecked her lips. simple and delicate, and he lingered there for a moment.

reality caught up with mini. she was kissing rudy. kissing rudy. kissing. rudy kissing. suddenly, her mind flashed back to a few years ago, when rudy confessed to practicing kissing on a gem and choking on it.

mini trembled, and sucked in a breath through her nose. as soon as rudy pulled away, she burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

he frowned. "did i make a mistake? i'm sorry."

mini shook her head repeatedly. "no, no, i was just thinking of your first kiss. with a rock."

it took him a moment to catch up, but when he did, he rolled his eyes. "you promised not to mention that again!"

"and i won't. hopefully, this kiss was the best second kiss of your life, because for me, it was the best first."

rudy's expression finally pulled into a smile, and mini admired his eyes for a few seconds.

"my prince," she whispered, a grin tugging at her lips as she looked up at him.

"my queen," he responded, twirling her around and brushing her hair.

"my prince, i haven't forgotten about the food table? will you finally eat now? people can only go three days without eating food before they die!"

they laughed together. it was a wonderful sound, a sound more wonderful than any gemstone could hold.

[gabapentinblues]

journal update 3.13.2025

hii morning coffee gang, lol. i need a pink coffee divider. also i know no one really reads these and i think im fine w that. really i just like the process of typing them up and then theyre there for me to look back at. i feel like i used to include every little detail of my day.

slept a lotttt last night, i went to bed at like 7:30pm maybe actually fell asleep at 8 something and woke up at 9am today. i spend more time asleep every day than i do awake, like easily.

i was really sad and depressy yesterday, didnt really talk to anyone. i napped for like two hours and just stayed in my room all day. i wasnt really moved to make any kind of art but i tried.

i still feel phlegmy and sick which is so gross and i think its going to hang around for a while.

i opened instagram this morning and honestly it just depresses me. seeing all the fun things people are doing. saw a lot of pics of my old coworkers who i miss, and of course the girl i dated for a short time. i explained to her that i moved away and she never messaged me back and it made me really sad. so many clumsy broken off endings, i hate having to deal w them. i could just mourn and mourn and mourn.

i did have a dream w someone in it who i havent seen for years and when i was looking at insta they had messaged me like two weeks ago that we should hang out. so that was a positive. and there were months of funny reels that i had been sent, didnt watch all of them bc even that was starting to make me sad.

im sad that my friend i reached out to never texted me back when i invited her to a show thats tomorrow night now. im just not going to hear from her. im just not important enough.

i just feel so behind in life. i dont know where im going and i guess its just my place to be stalled out and left behind. i dont know when i'll ever find something that feels like peace and stable growth. its all just desolation and storms to weather, sleeping life away bc i cant be dead, or crying like its going to kill me.

there are a lot of birds singing outside right now. spring is really almost truly here. were also about to have mercury retrograde. and im just letting things be.

i feel less compelled to say something about my crush bc now its only about two weeks away that we will be able to hang out in person and maybe i can say something then. im still wondering if it will come as too big of a surprise. best case scenario maybe weve all been drinking a bit and i admit it like truth or dare sleepover style.

i think i might get to have that moment.

i think i can have a lot of pretty decent moments. things have just been totally normal. low level flirting and also not being totally sure how to read my friends gf. like its really 50/50 from my perspective whether shed be into it. but like im just going to have to take those odds.

just being able to hang out up there w them will be nice. spring and summer days are coming. i just want to forget that all this badness ever happened. i really want to celebrate pride this year, just a random thought.

i dont know what my plans are for this weekend. i might not take a trip out of town w my sister. we might not decide until tomorrow. whatever happens is okay w me.

maybe i'll be able to do something today. im going to actually get dressed and maybe work on the piles of stuff in my room. basically everything i own is chaotically piled in boxes in the center of my room and its just a nightmare ive been avoiding. but i might work on it today. definitely going to get dressed and get cleaned up.

i'll probably call a couple friends and catch up. i had texted my friend who doesnt even know i moved but didnt call him yesterday bc i felt too depressed. i want to push against my depression today. i have a lot of friends that i can catch up with. dont want to overwhelm myself though.

im keeping a journal for my therapist, just my mood and what i do in a day. idk im trying to be optimistic about therapy but we'll see. trying to be optimistic when the days all feel the same is so hard.

finishing my coffee now, texting w my fp, feels like today can maybe be okay

[kiwibirb1]

Okay here to create an entire au based on just one song lyric but:

"What if the protagonists just died in the first scene?"

Anne did NOT survive that first week. But the guardian is like "shit didnt think this far ahead ummm ghost?" So Anne is this visible but *mostly intanglibe spirit. she panics at first bc "OMF I DIED" but gets used to it. shes visible, can still interact with people. she has cool ghost powers now. aint all that bad, aint it?

*If she focuses reallyyyyy hard than she can get like. half an hour of tangibleness. MAX

anyway now to over exlpain stuff as it pops into my head but ill put it under the cut dont worry. got the basic stuff anyway alwaredy

So: Reunion. Anne of the year happens and stuff and Toadie is like "some one says their a friend" yada yada yada stuff so anne is still ghost when she goes up to sasha. BUT she has learned that its best to pretend to be alive at least when approaching someone so she float walks up (looks like shes walking but is actaully floating) and then realizes its sasha and goes "Oh shit" and tangibles herself just before the hug. during the ride she lets herself go untangible but still trys to keep herself not see through so sasha doesnt know whats up. anyway while theyre at toad tower she tangibles but is really fucking tired most of the time. fight happens and anne is holding on with everything shes got. except she can feel herself losing focus. Sasha says the whole 'better off without me" line but right before she can let herself go Anne goes intangible again so sasha drops but she knows she was still holding on and she could feel anne so what happened? sasha has a lot of questions. Anne has extra grief bc she was the one who dropped sash. yeah...

Marcy at the gates! Anne is fully prepared to float over the wall and stuff but doesnt bc fam is in danger and oh hey theyre saved and thats a weird looking newt let me float over and help them but- oh. that is a human. who has just seen me be very much not alive. shit.

Anne pretends that nothing happened for a bit and goes tangible and all that while theyre doing the barbirant quest thing. Marcy is like "well, since she's not mentioning it, I must have imagined it!" Until that one bit where Marcy like shoves Anne out of the way. And just goes straight through her. Both girls eyes widen as they process what just happened but Anne takes control and is like "I'LL EXPLAIN LATER LETS FOCUS ON THE FIGHT RN" so yada yada yada thing happens except Anne kinda hides ghostyness a little less bc the secret is already out, not much you can do now. After fight she explains and marcy is broken. She brought her best friend here and now shes dead. She killed her best friend. Breaks so hard in fact that she spills the secret to Anne who is like "what. i- i need time to think" so they dont talk for multiple days besides the king andrias meeting**. Anne eventually lets Marcy explain why and friendship is very strained but Anne learns to move on. Not forgive, not yet, maybe not even ever, but move on. It happened, and all she can do now is deal with the consequences.

**CORE LORE HEHEHE. So actaully gonna slightly change some core lore and shit. Anne takes one look at the crown and it like "that thing is evil and I dont know why" bc she has some extra spirit senses now. She tries to focus in on it and her eyes flash blue for a second and she catches a glimpse of thousands of orange spirits, all with to many eyes, floating around the crown and whispering in Andrias's ears. She cant see them again, but is very suspicious of Andrias now. Thankfully, the core didn't see her. Or did it?

One little spirit, mostly ignored by the rest, saw her looking. For some reason, it doesn't feel compelled to tell the rest of the hivemind. It knows they wont look in it's mind, it has long lost all usefullness, only around because it was forgotten. It itself can't connect with the rest, and has no reason to want to. It follows Anne, leaving the core behind. It watches, silent. Until one day, Anne catches a glimpse of it following her. She doesnt day anything until she is alone. She calls out, "I know you're there." It is surprised, but becomes visible to her. (only her. thats important. but yeah the core ghosts have more control over theyre visiblity and shit.) She is surprised. It seems... so small. "Who are you?" It seems to think. It does not know. It's name has long faded from memory. It tells her so, and she softens just a bit more. "What are you?" It perks up. This it knows the answer to! It tells her of the Core, the collection of Amphibia's greatest minds. She understands why she dislikes the crown now, and what she saw that day. But she also knows that this little fellow wont hurt her.

Anne has a little ghost buddy now. She names it Clementine. (It's faintly orange, just like all the other Core ghosts, but slightly less as it is nearly entirely removed from the hivemind.)

[cat-o-loaf]

Ok. Warning you all this is. A handful. But this is concept from my Half n Half AU. I call it half n half cause Simon is half human half ice person in this. Lol.

Half & Half AU

Created by Cat.o.loaf

AU Premise:

What if GolBetty never sent Simon’s mind through time & space, in which he spent his time in Shermys body. What if— Simon managed to put on the Crown the moment Betty zapped him? What if Fionna & Cake jumped out of the portal at the same time?

Hi. My name is Cat.o.loaf and welcome to my Ted Talk.

“…You were…Everything…”

Dazed & confused, Fionna, Cake and Simon lay there on the tetris cube as GolBetty’s eyes swirled madly. Clearly upset at what had just occurred. Coming to, Simon notices he’s starting to change. His hair getting longer and whiter, his skin changing to a bluish hue. His nose started to grow to a point!

Startled, he realizes he had put on the Crown! With a startled gasp and a quick “oh no”, he turned to GolBetty who was fuming! Her eyes glowed and started to zap Simon—-Miraculously he dodges the bolts of fury. Causing the crown to fall off, ceasing the transformation process.

This occurs at the same time Fionna & Cake start to gain awareness of their surroundings. So when they see GolBetty they are clearly shocked by her. Yelling at Simon who the heck that was. Simon explained that—That thing is betty!

Obviously Fionna & Cake are stunned upon hearing this—- but they didn't have much time to process much as Simon jumped into them after dodging an attack. Causing them to fly off the Tetris cube and into the unknown.

Leaving GolBetty in her fury and dismay and the Crown behind.

Casper and Nova

Aimlessly flying off into space Fionna & Cake and Simon are separated from each other. Going their separate ways in space itself. Leaving nothing but silence and the unknown to themselves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Simon finds himself talking to himself as if he was another person. Wondering what would've happened if he didnt of put on the Crown—-or how he shouldn't have done the ritual in the first place. He starts to self criticize himself to full blown saying he isn't worth all of this and it'd be better if he had just given up. (ref to suicide)

But then, two cosmic entities float over to Simon and listen to his self pity. Feeling bad for this human they introduce themselves as Casper n Nova telepathically. They then go into deep conversation about Simon's own self to which involves the whole Mind going through time and space journey.

Properly explaining both Simon’s and Bettys sides. After figuring out the answer a flash in Simon’s mind happens and he is awakened in Ooo along with Fionna & Cake.

Top 3 Fantasies

Now back in Ooo, the gang quickly realizes they have no place to go. Simon can't go back to the Human City–what would people think! What if someone saw him and word gets out that the Ice King is back? What if Marcy finds out……

Fionna feels back and starts to blame everything on herself, saying it's her fault that they are in this predicament. Simon disagrees and says it's his fault. They both eventually agree it's both their faults and there's nothing to do about it now. It’s what they do in the present that makes the difference.

Fionna then makes a comment saying that Simon actually looks pretty cool like this. Cake even mentions that the weird portal thing is still there and she can stick her hand through it!

Cake: How cool is that!

Simon: …erm… I’d rather not have a portal coming out of my head…

Fionna: heh but it is kinda cool.

They then wonder if they can still get back home. Cake is the first to try using her stretchy abilities. So she sticks her hand through the portal and is able to grab something from FionnaWorld. Taking the chance Cake then sticks her head into Simon's head and peaks in to see that……Everything was still the same! Nothing has changed except it was a bit colder than usual.

Excited to hear this, things started to look a bit brighter for them. Until the crushing reality sets in.

Simon is …technically a weird half version of Ice king. What

happens now?

Fionna & Cake still keep in contact with Gary & Marshal.

Simon keeps Fionna’s phone

Fionna mentions her top 3 fantasy again

During this Fionna gives Simon a makeover

Hiding

Fionna, Cake & Simon hide in the Human City under the sewers for a while. Stealing food and clothes from other humans. Simon even breaks into his own home so the trio have a place to clean up and sleep in a place with a bed for once.

Only to flee the next morning. Leaving the place a mess; which causes alarm when they left since the walls automatically opened up. Revealing the crime scene that is Simons home to everyone. Police were called and they started to inspect the place.

Word eventually gets out and well… Finn, PB & Marceline hear about it. Don’t get your hopes up they’re not a main part of this AU [maybe Finn is cause I'm shipping his mom so….]

Prismo & Scarab

I don't have much on this yet. But basically Prismo breaks out of the cube. Scarab gets sent to Ooo and faces Fionna, Cake n Simon for a final battle.

Prismo sends the Multidimensional Phone to them so they can stay in contact, Even though he can get into serious trouble with this. He’s already in trouble so he’s taking a chance.

This also helps them escape the Scarab a few times too.

Prismo sends them pickles

Second Chances

…“Made me realize my life is worthwhile……i'm afraid i'll forget that”…

Minerva & Simon meet.

Abominations!!

Fionna, Cake & Icemon fight the Scarab

“I finally have a purpose now”

Simon becomes a Helper Bot.

[divorcingjimmatthews]

I've been thinking and I don"t even know what I want... 🤣 Just Jade himself would do but, vaguely speaking, would love something fluffy with a pinch of angst and some of those true love 😍 vibes! 🙏🙏🙏 Love your imagines and can't wait to see more 🙌🤩👌

thanks for the request and for fueling my jade obsession !! i'm going with comforting jade after he has a scary vision because even though he doesn't want it we all know he needs it. sorry the angst vial broke and it kind of spilled all over the thing oops ?

comforting jade after he sees spooky things (gn reader)

you're staying at the bar because sorry jade there's too many people here and not enough houses for you to claim a building all for yourself

you've been here for some time but after what happened at fatima's party you're never getting back to colony house if you can avoid it

you've been watching jade's worrying state since he arrived but he didnt seem very open to help or advice

you tried reaching out to him again when you moved in but he was so pissed about having to share the bar that he didn't want anything to do with you

he apologised and gave you some of tom's stuff so you'd be comfortable but that was it

until one night when you were trying to sleep and you heard him scream

you almost had a heart attack thinking the monsters had broken into his room

the talisman was still hanging by the main door so you managed to get over yourself and go knock on his door

"...jade? are you okay?" nothing, you knock again "jade?"

"oh, fuck off"

well, at least he's alive. though his voice sounded like he was definitely not doing good

you slowly pushed the door open and walked in

saw him sitting on the edge of his bed with his head buried in his hands, trying to take some deep breaths and failing

"what part of 'fuck off' do you not und-"

you sat next to him and sighed, lightly rubbing his back without saying anything.

he shook his head but let you, leaning a little against you and eventually relaxing enough to steady his breathing

"i'm sorry"

"it's okay. i know"

you stayed like that in silence for a while. it would have been more effective if those creatures weren't screeching and knocking on your door and windows outside

"jesus"

"i know"

"how do you fucking do it?"

you shrug

"i just close my eyes and... pretend like i'm somewhere else. with people who love me. same way i've always done it."

jade understood what you meant. you must not have had it easy. here, or elsewhere

he sighed and sat up a bit straighter, looking directly at you

"i really am sorry"

you smiled warmly. "i know"

you took his hand and held it, taking a deep breath

"you can't do this alone, jade." you told him "i know you don't think anything can make a difference in what is happening, or in how you're feeling, but..."

he kept staring into your eyes, and you just assumed that you'd shot your shot and missed

"can you stay the night?"

he sounded so tired that you almost didn't get his meaning

"yeah. y-yeah" you replied, needing a moment to process that he actually asked that of you "of course."

"okay" he nodded "thanks"

you had no idea what it was that you said or did that led him to trust you enough to let you in this close. maybe he was just that tired this time.

you chuckled a little, as if you were about to say something embarrassing

"you know, i... i also sit on the floor sometimes. i can't explain it, but it helps. it may be some... blood circulation thing, i don't know. it kind of calms me down."

jade didn't say anything, so you stood up, fidgeting with your hands trying to recover from the embarrassment. he immediately found himself missing your warmth by his side

"f-floor or no floor, anyway, we could sit down and read one of these books, maybe." you said, perusing a small shelf "through the looking glass. this one's interesting."

jade thought back to tom and nodded. "sure. why not."

you turned around to face him and smiled, apologetic. "sorry. for all that i talk about wanting to help, i don't actually know how to..."

jade sighed. the thought of what kind of life you led before you got here still floating on his mind. "a book's fine. i mean it."

he was too exhausted to think much further about it. but he knew that you deserved much better than that

he looked and sounded like he didn't even have the energy to be prickly. something told you that you wouldn't have to read more than a couple of sentences before he'd fall soundly asleep for the rest of the night

you both sat on the bed against the wall, and you felt the weight of his body on your side as he leaned against you

as predicted, it didn't take too long for him to fall asleep to your voice

it would only be months later that you realised, when thinking back on it, that that was the first night in a long time where you didn't really wish that you were anywhere else at all

[sheikah-simp]

Exile//Vilify, One Year Retrospective

Well folks, as of May 31st, 2023, it has officially been one whole year since the last update for Exile//Vilify was released, and it simultaneously feels like way longer than that and not very long at all. But, in celebration, I wanted to take some time to look back on my thoughts and ideas and processes that led up to the creation of this story, and share some appreciation for all that’s happened since then.

First of all, this book is massive, and it was way more massive than I thought it would be when I set off to write it. It is almost as long as Tolkein’s “Two Towers” and other similar novels—not what I was expecting when I went in to write an origin story about a character completely lacking in personality with no backstory. But if there is one thing I do, and do well, it is commit to the bit. And here, the bit was doing justice to a character I saw having so much potential but was, quite literally, doomed by the narrative, and built to be a throwaway character for a spinoff game consumed by his own hubris and never developed or mentioned again. And I thought to myself, “Man, that sucks! What would it be like to be him?” And the answer is: it would suck a lot, actually. But also in that vein, I still wanted to portray how his life was still a life worth living, and his story, one that was worth telling. Even if it is one that doesn’t “matter” to Nintendo or the LOZ franchise as a whole, even if it’s one I had to entirely make up grasping for straws, it is one that mattered to us. And that’s kind of the thesis of the entire book.

Many of you know I’m a Pokemon writer (hence username) and I never really intended to write in other fandoms, but I dont know what I expected. Something about this character just fucking gripped me, and I couldnt let myself stop until his story was out of me. But the thing is, I wasn’t super interactive within the Pokemon fandom. I had actually just ended a huge general life hiatus for mental health and had made a resolution to get back to what I love. The result of that was the completion of The Devil and the Dead Sea and the start of my hardenshipping series. But I just kind of dropped that book on AO3 when it was complete and then didnt interact with anyone. I wrote it and then uploaded it all at once, which didnt give me a lot of time or opportunity to develop a community and discuss updates. I had a few people who reached out, but nothing close to the type of community I’ve felt now.

I have been so full of love and blown away by the support I’ve received from this small but mighty niche in the community. So first of all, I just want to say thank you. I'm so glad that I could bring this story to life and so blessed to think of how many people it's touched. So now I just want to take a moment and look back on the book and how it started, what things changed, and where it's going and what's happening in the future.

Exile//Vilify's conception

Does it feel like a trial? Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?

The band, The National, has inspired I think all of my fics to this point. After playing Age of Calamity, Astor had been swimming around so much in my head, especially since so much of his mysteries were unanswered. And one day blorbo was on my brain in just the correct way at just the correct time when I happened to be listening to a completely unrelated song from Portal 2, Exile Vilify. The book, of course, has nothing to do with Portal, but on that particular day, the lyrics really spoke to me of Astor and his potential struggles, and I became fascinated with the idea of him and his ideological square-off against the king: a man who was so set on defying prophecy and the man who, well, prophesied it.

So Exile//Vilify was born, to me, actually in the concept of a butting of heads between King Rhoam and Astor. I saw the song lyrics as a dialogue between the two of them, mutual antagonistic (but also troubled) feelings shared between them. So King Rhoam was actually going to have a much bigger role in my original vision for Exile//Vilify. In fact there was a toss up in my mind between whether or not he'd have an odd homoerotic rivalry thing for the king, or his crush on the queen, but--

But the simple fact of the matter is I found Rhoam super unlikeable and sadly couldn't find a good way to get into his head in a way that would be sustainable for a novel. So while the concept is what initially gripped me, Exile//Vilify ended up going in a different direction, although the inception of that concept is definitely still there. The closest I've gotten to writing my desired dynamic between Astor and the King was in "Prophecies to Waterfowl," a one-shot in my short stories compilation Stories from Exile. ("Prophecies to Waterfowl," aside from "Voe and You," is my favorite of my stories in that compilation).

Other things that were cut/changed in the writing process

When I realized the fic was getting as massive as it was, I wanted to streamline its focus and decided to cut down on some plotlines. I could have just left it was it was, because fic writing is about being self-indulgent, but I want to challenge myself to be a better writer than that. (Not that there is anything wrong with just writing to be self-indulgent, but I use my fics as my place to practice and get better, so I need to.. actually practice).

One of the biggest things that was therefore cut was the relationship between Astor and Ganondorf, and the implications of Astor's past lives. How Astor became the one selected by Ganondorf. Because in the fic, it just ended up seeming random, which was intentional. Fate is merciless and random and does not pick and choose, while also picking and choosing.

There were going to be more Astor and Ganon dream scenes planned, and a plotline of Astor's "awakening" somewhere along the line where he unlocked visions of his past as a different kind of royal seer--the seer to Ganondorf. There are hints of this in the dreams, but nothing concrete.

Still, the idea of what "could be" still fascinates me, and I love the idea of exploring the idea of Astor as Ganondorf's reincarnated seer, and I have a one shot that I am currently working on that explores this very concept, and can be considered canon (or semi-canon) to Exile//Vilify. I hope to have that out... soon. Ish. Eventually. I have a lot cooking right now.

Other honorable mentions:

Astor was going to have more blatant romantic feelings for Rose.

Astor was going to have more blatant romantic (or complicated) feelings for Rhoam.

The contention between Ganondorf trying to push Astor into evil and Thelem agreeing to block Ganon from Astor in the meantime was also going to be explored more, but Ganondorf got his last laugh on that eventually.

Even more fucking Order of the Seers stuff (culture, rituals, etc)

Chapters of Astor stalking Link and Zelda leading up to the awakening of the Calamity

More Yiga scenes (my little teen Kohga gives me oxygen) and Astor building a cult following of people who worship Ganon

Astor having basically a weird prophetical drug addiction to the "high" of witnessing the Great Calamity in his visions (this is kind of implied in the book, but not expanded on)

All of these things, ultimately, were great ideas, and things I'd love to explore and maybe will some day if I'm ever inspired enough on any of them to write anything concrete. They were just things that slightly detracted from the story I wanted to tell. But that's why I keep Stories from Exile around.

So What's Next?

As I mentioned, I have a few things Exile//Vilify related still in the works. The first is that Astor/Ganondorf one shot I was talking about. (Likely going to be called "Prophet to a Gerudo King.") I also have a secret surprise fic commission that is also Astor/Ganondorf related and involves an AU and the Stories from Exile universe ;) (that one will hopefully be out soon).

I have a lot of things on my Stories from Exile list that were not out yet, and I may revisit them if I'm feeling or have the time. I'd love to keep updating that one every now and again, now that Exile//Vilify is complete, just to keep the world alive.

I also am planning on doing a limited, hard-cover release of Exile//Vilify to celebrate its publication. I have a great team of people who have been slowly helping me copyedit this massive beast so I can get it printed from a self-publishing company. It will not be publicly listed for sale, as it is illegal for me to sell or make money off of it. This hardcover will only be available to obtain for those who contact me on tumblr during a specific time frame. That time frame is not now. When I have a more clear set date for that, I will circulate posts. You will have to cover the cost of shipping and maybe some of the printing depending on what the cost is on my end, but the book will be free. It will likely be 500+ pages. It will likely happen by the end of the year.

That said, as the book nears being printed, if you would like to lend a hand proofreading, there is still time!! Please just DM me. You will have the option to be credited in the hardcover if you'd like.

And finally, you'll still be able to find me here, and updating in my other writing. I still really love receiving asks about this book, so please never be a stranger to my inbox. Sometimes I have more energy and power to reply than others, but every ask always makes my day.

I have planned "Trouble Will Find Me," which is a Thelem and Azelphir prequel that will detail some of the stuff that I didn't have time to develop about the Order of the Seers, and Thelem's origin story. This one I might just release all in one chunk - uncertain right now. At that point though... isn't that kind of just original fiction.... set in the BOTW world???? Unsure.

I'll also be returning to my Pokemon series, The Dead Sea Trilogy, if you have any interest in that fandom or my other writing.

That's all I have for you! Thank you all so much for an amazing year (really more than that, since I've been posting about this big honkin' thing since December 2020...) and thank you so much for being such a great community. I can't wait to see where else this journey leads.

[bridgyrose]

Can I have part 3 of the Army of a Rose AU?

“I told you I heard her out here!” 

Ruby groaned and sat up, her head and heart pounding as she heard Weiss over her. She looked around the dorm, confused for a moment as she tried to remember how she got here. She remembered walking through the hallway, talking to Winter, seeing Penny- Her eyes widened as she got up, nearly jumping out of bed. “Where’s Penny?!” 

Weiss pushed Ruby back down onto the bed. “You need to rest first.” 

“There’s no time to rest, I need to find Penny-” 

“Not until you tell us what happened to you.” Blake sat down next to Ruby and handed her a plate with food. “Winter assured us that you were going to be fine when we were brought in, but we werent allowed to see you until we found you passed out in front of our dorm.” 

Ruby paused as she thought back to everything, her voice going soft as she started to speak again. “I… I was taken to the medical wing and found out what was going on. Atlas… General Ironwood… has made clones of me.” 

“What?!” Blake, Yang, and Weiss asked loudly in unison. “When?!” 

“A-after Beacon fell.” Ruby took a bite of the food she was given, slowly playing with it on her plate. “At least, that’s what I was told. He wanted to make sure he had an army that wasnt just machines, one that wouldnt turn on him again.” 

“But why you?” Weiss paused for a moment after her question. “Not that I’m complaining, but… even if you are talented, you’re not exactly Atlas material.” 

“Because of my eyes. You all saw what I did at the Brunswick Farm with the Apathy, and I did something to that wyvern that attacked Beacon. So, it makes sense that he’d want people that could do what I can do.” 

Yang frowned, eyes turning red. “He could’ve asked for your permission first!” 

“Yeah…” Ruby sighed and sat her plate down on the table next to the bunks. “But he didnt, so we’ll have to work around it.” 

“What I dont understand is why he’d go through the trouble of making clones and not trying to repair the wall around Mantle,” Blake said. “I know he told us about the Amity project, but it’d make sense to try to help his people first, right?” 

Ruby paused for a moment. “The Amity project?” 

Weiss nodded. “He’s planning on using Amity Arena as a new communications tower to tell all of the kingdoms about Salem and to try to unite the kingdoms.” 

“But Salem cant die-” 

“He knows that now and… well… we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” 

Ruby froze for a moment as she tried to process everything. The clones of herself were bad enough, but seeing the blockade around Atlas, the messages around Mantle about curfew, and now Ironwood knowing the truth about Salem… She took a deep breath as she tried to steady herself, slowly getting up. “I-I think I need some air.” 

Blake nodded and got up, slowly helping Ruby. “After the day you’ve had, I understand. Promise not to go too far? General Ironwood wants us to keep close in case we’re needed.” 

“I’ll be out for a small walk, nothing more,” Ruby said with a smile as she made her way out of the dorm, her legs shaking with each step. She understood why her team, her friends, told Ironwood about Salem, but after seeing how they all reacted after learning… She shuddered at the thought that Ironwood was taking it well. 

She paused for a moment as she caught the sound of Penny’s voice echoing through the hall, her heart pounding for a moment as she tried to compose herself. A false smile crossed her lips as she took a few steps forward, ready to meet face to face with Penny again. 

“Thank you for escorting me, but I can finish walking the rest of the way,” Penny’s voice echoed through the halls. 

Ruby’s heart nearly skipped a beat as Penny’s voice ran through her ears. Then, she felt the same pain in her chest as before as she caught a glimpse of a Ruby clone walking down the hallway intersection, her chest tightening for a moment until she caught a glimpse of Penny. She didnt know when she started running or when she started to use her semblance as she watched a flurry of petals rush around her, but none of that mattered. Even as she wrapped her arms around Penny, feeling the familiar touch of her synthetic skin. 

“Ruby?” Penny asked as she caught her step. “Are you okay?” 

“You’re alive,” Ruby’s voice shook as she squeezed her arms as tightly as she could around Penny, holding back tears. “You’re really alive.” 

“I am, but you should know that.” 

Ruby felt her body buckle for a moment, slowly looking up at Penny. “I… Penny, its me, Ruby. The… the real Ruby.” 

“The real-” Penny almost paused for a moment as she seemed to scan Ruby. “The general did not tell me that you were here too.” 

“Oh, well, that’s fine, I’m sure he’s been busy.” Ruby took a breath and pulled away from Penny, shyly looking away for a moment. “And… maybe that means we can use our time to catch up a bit.” 

“If General Ironwood allows it. He has been keeping me very busy. Same with my partner.” 

Ruby felt her heart stop at hearing the word partner. “Your… partner?” 

Penny nodded with a smile. “After I was rebuilt, General Ironwood made sure I had a companion with me. I thought she was you for a while, but then I was told that she was just a clone of you. Though, that does not matter to me. She is my partner and sees me as more than just a weapon. Just like you did. And I could not be happier.” 

“I’m… I’m glad you’re happy,” Ruby said with a forced smile, slowly stepping back. She could feel her head starting to spin again, her breath catching in the back of her throat as her chest tightened. “I… I should get back to my team.” 

“Are you okay?” Penny asked as she took hold of Ruby’s wrist. “You seem stressed.” 

“I’m fine!” Ruby lied as she pulled away from Penny, wincing from the android’s grip. “Its been a long day and… a lot to take in. And I’m sure my team is worried about me.” 

“Alright, then maybe we will be able to help each other on a mission.” 

Ruby nodded and quickly turned around, keeping a slow walk down the hallway as she went back to her team’s dorm. Once she was sure she was out of sight after turning a corner, she pressed up against the wall and slowly slid down, finally letting out her tears. She had been replaced and it hurt.