#I wanted to do more but ran out of creativity so maybe I’ll do this again in a longer form but for now I hope this is okay /)
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kurishiri · 17 hours ago
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02┊Dark If —Alfons Sylvatica—
꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!
— cw: implied dub-con, implied alcohol consumption, invasion of personal space.
(I-I-I...I...)
Alfons the Mirror: You’re rather quick to wake up, aren’t you. Well? Were you able to have a good dream last night?
(Why did I do such a thing... it was like Alfons was my lover...)
(Wait, like one...?)
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Kate: Y-you did something to me, didn’t you?
Alfons the Mirror: Why indeed I did. We did a greaaat many things under consent.
A: That said, though, you ended up falling asleep, so we didn’t go all the way.
Kate: That’s not the point...!
Alfons the Mirror: Were you aware of my ability then? Because, yes, I did use it.
A: I am a mirror that reflects wishes and desires. I simply did what you wished for.
Kate: Wh—why would I ever wish for something so dirty...
Alfons the Mirror: Well I’ll be... is that really so?
Though I was intoxicated, I could still remember how I ended up wanting to lean into Alfons’ warmth.
Kate: Y-you’re the utter worst!
Alfons the Mirror: Aha, I do take a fancy to that reaction of yours. I prefer this loads over how you resembled a lost child last night.
Kate: Well, I won’t be seeking any more help from you.
Alfons the Mirror: Well then, how about I make a prediction? You will come to see me... I’m more than sure.
I straightened out my disheveled clothes and stood up as Alfons said while sprawled on the bed...
Alfons the Mirror: Ah, and...
(...?)
Alfons the Mirror: The first cocktail you drank last night is applejack. Despite all appearances, it’s quite some strong liquor.
A: A poisoned apple may not necessarily take the form of an apple itself. Do be careful from now on.
Perhaps out of frustration, or something else entirely, my cheeks grew hot.
Kate: Thanks for the warning! And you take care of that liver of yours too, mister Alfons the Mirror!
Alfons the Mirror: ......... (O_O)
A: ...pfft, ahahaha!
Leaving that shameless parting remark, I burst out of that shady room.
(That guy’s the worst of the worst, I swear to god——!!)
Pub master: Look at you, lady-killer. Did you have a fun time yet again? I’m almost envious.
Alfons the Mirror: Too much fun, in fact. Though she ran away like a cat would in the end.
??? (Harry): ...Hey, don’t go teasing her too much.
Alfons the Mirror: ...?
Sitting in the corner of the pub was a man, and that was all he said before disappearing into the darkness.
Pub master: So, are you gonna have a drink to wake yourself up, Alfons?
Alfons the Mirror: Yes, perhaps I will, with an applejack.
The day after I was played by the mirror, I went around on my own to find the missing thing.
But it seemed the favorite phrase of the people I asked boiled down to ‘maybe you’ll know if you ask Alfons?’
So in the end, I couldn’t get my hands on any information, leaving me to go back to that person, much to my displeasure.
Said person was at the castle, playing on a whim with a black cat.
Alfons the Mirror: Elbie was going to add this cat to his collection, you see... but it’s a relief indeed that you won’t be subject to a taxidermy, isn’t it?
Black cat: Meow...
Alfons the Mirror: And so, what brings you here?
Kate: .........ease.
Alfons the Mirror: I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that. Speak up a little more, why don’t you.
Kate: ...Help me...please...
Alfons the Mirror: With what, might I ask?
(I-I swear, this man——!)
Kate: I need your insights, so please help me...!
Alfons the Mirror: Very well. I must say you looked quite darling just now.
While I threw him a resentful look, Alfons brought his fingers to his chin in a dramatic gesture.
Alfons the Mirror: For the record, everything I am about to say is mere speculation on my end.
A: But you are Snow White, Elbie is the Queen, Roger the Hunter, and I the Mirror.
A: Don’t you think there is a missing cast member here in the story of Snow White?
(Ah...)
Kate: The prince?
Alfons the Mirror: Indeed, if you find that prince who is somewhere in this world, you may be able to return from whence you came!
Kate: Thank you so much, Alfons! I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel!
Alfons the Mirror: Hardly. Then, I say we head off to search for this prince and whatnot posthaste.
Kate: Wait, you’re going to help?
Alfons the Mirror: Did I not say? I happen to very much enjoy sticking my nose into other people’s business without the need to take an ounce of responsibility.
And so, with Alfons, we started our search for the prince.
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Alfons the Mirror: To all the candidates to be Snow White’s prince, over here! Yes, that’s it, line up in a single file.
A: Now, entry number 1. You can come up.
Candidate No.1: I-I would like to take Snow White’s hand in marriage, so I can get close to Queen Elbert——
Queen Elbert: ...Dismissed.
Alfons the Mirror: Thank you for your time. Ah, and over there are some souvenirs, so do take some with you.
Kate: Thank you for helping out so much.
K: ...But, what in the world is this!?
Alfons the Mirror: Thinking it was the most efficient way, I invited candidates from within the country. I am quite good at my job, aren’t I.
Kate: I won’t deny that, but you could’ve confided in me before it happened...
K: Besides, why is Queen Elbert helping as well?
Queen Elbert: ...? Because, I was worried about you?
Alfons the Mirror: Alright then, entry number 2. You may come up.
Candidate No.2: I want to marry Snow White, and every night... hehehe...
Queen Elbert: ...Take him out of the castle grounds.
Alfons the Mirror: Yes yes, right away. Guards, if you please, throw him right out of the castle.
—— Time skip ——
(...That must’ve been close to 300 people, but we couldn’t find even one remotely like a prince.)
The fatigue piling up on me, I started to feel more down.
(At this rate, I won’t be able to find the missing thing, and I probably won’t be able to return back to reality.)
Alfons the Mirror: Kate? Kate.
Kate: Yes... ngh, mn...
Alfons kissed me with a wet sound before he finally parted from my lips.
Kate: W-why a kiss so suddenly?
Alfons the Mirror: I was starting to grow tired of all these worthless men, so call this a cleansing of palate, if you will.
A: Oh, or are you perhaps in need of a more intensely pleasurable ‘cleansing’?
Kate: Ah… no, we can’t…
I remembered the heat from when he fondled me before, and for a moment I recalled the pleasure from that.
(But that… all of that…)
Alfons the Mirror: You can put all the blame on me. I simply had unfulfilled desires, and so I laid my hands upon you.
Kate: In between an audience… that’s bad manners.
Alfons the Mirror: Oh dear, did you truly take me for someone who tries to uphold manners, by any chance?
A: And besides that, with that sort of phrasing, are you meaning to say doing things like this is alright if it’s in a different place?
Kate: Wh—ah…
Alfons the Mirror: We can leave the prince hunt for tomorrow and enjoy ourselves today. How about it?
(That it would make me happy if that smile of his was not apathetic, but rather one that came from his heart…)
(…It’s not like I’m thinking that or anything.)
And then, a few days later, in order to invite real princes, a banquet was held at the castle.
(Urgh, if it’s real princes, that would mean they’re nobility, right? Of course I’d be nervous���)
Alfons the Mirror: Are you finished with preparations? Well, I’ll be, don’t you look wonderful.
A: That is one shameless slit, to be sure. You’ll have the princes on their knees in no time flat, I say.
Kate: H-hold on, don’t touch me.
Alfons the Mirror: Goodness, what’s there to be so stingy about?
At this point, such interactions with Alfons like this had long become a part of my every day.
I had initially felt so anxious, but now such feelings have dissipated more…
Kate: …You know, recently I’ve had times when I’ve thought about what I’m really searching for.
Alfons the Mirror: And that is to say?
Kate: I had thought finding that missing thing and correcting what made this world twisted would be the right thing to do.
K: But it’s just… I can’t help but wonder if that’s really the case.
The people living in this country had gone twisted and mad somewhere along the way.
After all, Queen Elbert was still searching for the most beautiful thing in this world,
and Alfons… he would sometimes have this severely lonely or icy look in his eyes.
But… there wasn’t any person here that was living an entirely proper life.
And I couldn’t help but feel more or less everyone was living at least a little mad.
While thinking that, I felt the sensation of fingertips tickling my back.
Kate: Eek!
Alfons the Mirror: So you no longer wish to return to reality, instead wanting to stay with me?
Kate: No way!
Alfons the Mirror: Hehe, that’s unfortunate. Oh, and would you look at that. It’s almost time, Snow White.
In the dance hall, princes from many different countries were gathered.
Green-eyed prince: Snow White, this dish is delectable.
Kate: Ah, thank you. I’ll partake in some.
(If it was Alfons, I imagine he wouldn’t eat this sort of luxurious dish.)
——How rude. I’ll have you know purposefully eating crudely is what makes a noble.
Blue-eyed prince: Snow White, uhm, could we talk over there later?
Kate: Yes, of course.
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(If it were Alfons, he would probably drag me off somewhere without asking first.)
——After all, you don’t dislike this kind of force, do you?
(…W-wait, what…?)
(For a while now, why was I…)
Why was I trying to find Alfons in other people?
Kate: ——!
(I… to Alfons——)
to be continued…
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butterfliesornauseous · 11 months ago
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500 special part one: hiding an upset stomach in a early relationship
Lately I’ve been thinking of a couple that’s still pretty new in their relationship and one of them is still nervous about doing anything embarrassing in front of their partner soo
Warning for small mention of eating and embarrassment
- Imagining that they were on a date at a restaurant and even before they left, B’s stomach was already starting to hurt. It’s only a mild upset, so it’s pretty easy to hide. But B is nervous. Stuck worrying during the drive home if their tummy will calm down or if it will develop into a more intense embarrassing pain.
- A has already suggested they should cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie, B’s stomach at this point is starting to feel like it’s growling without making noise, so know they have to think about which position will help keep their tummy from gurgling during the movie.
- Nervous smiles when ever their tummy gives them a little too much trouble so they put their hand on their stomach for just a second to calm it and A notices it and raises an eyebrow, but A quickly says they are fine.
- B’s belly has been making low those burbles all night, they aren’t really loud enough to be heard yet B still feels the need to shift or make a small noise to cover the sounds. Every little shift makes them glance over to A, worried that their movement is always a giveaway.
- Finally, one of the noises is loud enough to be heard, which leads A to tease/say with shock “you’re still hungry?
- That makes B flush. They mutter something about just being the type to digest loudly. B has always found acknowledging they have a stomach embarrassing, so this makes a nervous flutter join the ache already building inside.
- A smiles, satisfied with the answer but still says “tell me if anything is wrong, okay?” It warms B’s heart that their partner cares, but they aren’t ready to admit to their stomach troubles yet.
- B just nods and turns back to the TV screen they haven’t actually been paying attention to. Their stomach had already started to feel tight against their clothing a little while ago, but now they really can feel the pressure building from under their ribs to their throat. B can’t help but sit in regret over what they picked for dinner. Maybe they shouldn’t have had so much soda, their tummy would be quieter and the urge to burp wouldn’t be tightening in their chest.
- “Are you even watching?” A asks when a funny scene plays and B didn’t laugh. There’s no suspicion in A’s voice so B thinks they are off the hook and make sure to laugh at the next scene, but it’s a pained awkward sound from the movement triggering their poor belly more.
- A moves closer to B. They rest their hand on B’s side and one of their finger’s strokes up and down. B tenses a little. They are definitely overthinking now if A has figured out the truth, but then they realise being tense is also a giveaway. B un tenses. At least they can still enjoy that subtle amount of comfort.
- Their belly needs some kind of relief, it’s feeling angrier at the fact B is denying it, and soon B can’t help but let out a small burp. B is so embarrassed and caught guard at the betrayal of their stomach that a hand instinctively covers their mouth before they feel another burp coming up.
- B feels A’s hand move closer to their actual stomach, they give it a small rub then say “Your tummy is upset isn’t it?” B pauses, even if they are caught it’s too embarrassing to even give a head nod.
- And then B is pulled into A’s lap, “Tell me where it hurts… please?
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girafomet · 5 months ago
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First one of my re-design for G5 of Izzy. I read a bit of their character and figured out they were a creative type, so I kind ran with that idea. No one asked for this, but I really wanted to draw something cute.
For the unicorns I wanted to make them the taller kind of ponies. And maybe make pegasus the smaller kind, while earth ponies can be in the middle. I’ll show a size scale for the next re-design I make. I think making unicorns more mythical looking really adds to their ‘unicorn-ness’. Haha. Enjoy!
Also, who should I do next?
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tripleglitchwriting · 5 days ago
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I heard you're up for writing prowl (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!! Maybe just cute moments of reader and prowl cuddling or baking.... anything thats cute
I did it! I posted something!! Yippee!!!
This is fluffy prowl and reader movie night!!
It’s technically Earthspark Prowl, but I didn’t really do much of a deep dive into his character so it’s just kind of an amalgamation of Prowl’s in my head.
Anyway, enjoy :-)
Movie night. Your favorite time. It just happened to be incredibly difficult to set up with a guy hellbent on working 24/7. Luckily, you knew how to be creative by now. And so when you located a particularly bountiful energon deposit, a plan started to come together.
“Don’t.” He rumbled, “Do not touch that.”
Prowl loomed over you like an angry building, but you knew better than to be worried. The mine you’d “accidentally” found was a treasure trove of glittering, luminescent crystals reminiscent of the fantasy worlds in your dreams. It was beautiful, but not your mission. His, maybe, but not yours.
Being about the size of Prowl’s palm, you had to watch your step everywhere you went, else you somehow impale yourself on an energon shard. Of course, you used this to your advantage.
“Hm? Why? You scared?” You teased, just slightly poking the tip of a particularly sharp one.
“No, I’m concerned. You’re going to get yourself hurt.”
“What’s the problem? I see you drinking this stuff all the time!”
“Yes. Because I run on it, you don’t— it’s not even processed yet! So stop touching it.”
“Oh… I don’t know, it looks pretty delicious…”
“Are you glitched?”
“We’re about to find out!” You just about graze your teeth on a crystal before you are unceremoniously yanked away by a gigantic metal hand.
“Seriously, what in Primus’s name do you think you’re— oh. Oh. You little— don’t give me that, I can see what you’re doing!”
“Oh? And what am I doing exactly?” You grinned. He growled back.
“You have the right to remain silent. We’re going back to base and reporting this to Prime.”
And so you did. And he carried you the entire way back. You didn’t want to stay there for any longer than you had to, as pretty as it was, because tonight was movie night.
Prowl never left a job unfinished when it was right in front of his face. You suspected he would try and execute every procedure ever passed into law when it came to new energon deposits on an alien planet, even if he’d been living there for months now. And he would’ve done it right there. Standing in the equivalent to a cave full of explosives. Like a stubborn idiot.
You also knew that, if he didn’t do it, the rest of the Autobots would. Like they’re supposed to. Because it’s their job. With a mine like that, they’d be occupied for the entire night. How convenient…
When you finally arrived back at headquarters, he was already heading to his office. “Office” being a loose term here, as it was really just a room he put a desk, chair, and datapads in. The most basic, bland, boring kind. That was all he needed.
But not you. And you were going to make sure your plans went through.
“PROOOOOWL!!” You yowled right next to his audial receptor. He’d been doing whatever important report, but you figured it could wait.
“AGH!” He jointed up in his head, “WHAT?!”
“It’s almost time! Movie night!”
“Oh- you little fragging scraplet, can’t you see I’m doing something important?”
“More important than Terminator? Or Robocop?”
“Leagues more important than those sorry excuses for mechanical representation.”
“Oh, fine, I’ll just… put on Spaceballs…” He stopped.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would. And I’d play it so loud that you could never focus on your work.”
“Don’t—” but you had already slid down his desk, racing to the adjacent room.
“YOU— DO NOT PLAY THAT AWFUL FILM!”
“I can’t hear you over the sounds of LONE STARR and his GOOFY GANG of SILLY characters!”
He could never catch you in time. Not because he wasn’t fast enough, no, he could pick you up in a second, but because you already had the trap set. The room you’d ran into was decked out with the best projector tech you could find. (AKA, the best projector tech you could convince Nightshade to make without turning the movie into a 5D nightmare) You had popcorn, energon candy, a mountain of blankets, and quite the wide array of tasteful films.
When he finally entered your snare, you received the most withering death glare known to mankind. But everything that withers must also bloom, and you could see joy behind his optics. Mostly because they were shining significantly brighter than usual. Hah, and he thinks you can’t tell when he’s hiding his real feelings.
The fairy lights you’d set up glowed a beautiful gold against otherwise dark corners. Your face was just slightly visible, especially with how small it was compared to him, but you knew he could see your beaming smile. He let out an exaggerated ex-vent, doorwings forcefully dropping and optics rolling. Still, once he finally sat down next to you, you saw them perk right back up again.
“We aren’t watching that horrendous mockery of a movie, right?”
“Psh, I don’t even have the DVD anymore. You broke it after flipping the table. Tonight, you get to decide what we watch.”
“Wait, I… but I thought you enjoyed choosing the film.”
“Sure I do. But I want to watch what you want to watch tonight.”
And his optics grew bright again, illuminating your wide selection of 80’s, 90’s, and early 2000’s DVDs. Breakfast Club, Mean Girls, Star Wars, The Godfather, Planet of the Apes… everything you could think of he hadn’t already seen.
So you were a little caught off guard when he chose The Princess Bride. Something he’d seen nearly ten times already.
Oh, sure, he played it off as an excuse to ‘get to know human culture’, but the same could be said for every other movie on the planet. You didn’t argue.
As the night progressed, you were eventually able to get him to pick you up. For a guy who claims to dislike soft things, he sure does put up with a lot of pillows and blankets for you.
You tried not to move when he unconsciously ran a digit down your back. Or when he pet your hair. Or when he adjusted himself to make sure you weren’t about to fall out of his fabric covered palm.
You fell asleep long before the movie ended. You couldn’t possibly know that he denied every call on his comm link, shooed away any bot curious enough to crack open the door, and completely forgot about the report that had been oh so important earlier.
You also couldn’t know that, had he wanted to, he could just turn his audials off if he didn’t want to hear you watch Spaceballs. He could’ve left you at the base when he realized you’d stumbled upon an energon mine. He could’ve made you leave his office when he worked on his reports. But he didn’t. He didn’t because the minuscule weight you provided in his servos was everything he needed.
Work could wait just a little longer. Tonight was movie night.
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vvynia · 1 year ago
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a. anderson x black reader
pairing: beautiful hardworking provider abby x loving housewife reader
genre: fluff w/ allusions to smut.
word count: mmm idk but it’s short i promise
warnings: due to sexually suggestive content, mdni under any circumstances. otherwise, just pure fluff and maybe a twinge of angst if you get a microscope. also not beta read. if you see a grammar or spelling error, lemme know and i’ll appreciate it.
author’s note: this is my first time writing on tumblr! i was feeling excited and had a lil creative spark so here we all go. this was a draft for a good month and i spontaneously finished it instead of starting my nutrition assignments lol i hope ya’ll like it !! 💕
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nah cause imagine being abby’s little housewife, basking in your femininity every. single. day. wearing long flowy skirts because you want to. learning to knit and sew and alter all types of clothes in your spare time because you want to. absentmindly mentioning some new hobby or skill that’s piqued your interest to abby over the dinner you made.
that night, you two shared in your routines because abby left work early that evening, trading a little shift-time with a coworker on an you owe me one pass. she didn’t hesitate to let everyone know that it’s because she wants to spend time with her wife.
she gets undressed as you draw a bath. it smells of ylang ylang and lavender with a dash of gardenia. epsom salts are added to soothe her muscles cause lord knows you do zero heavy lifting during your day or else abby glowers and coos about how “you could’ve just asked me, baby.”
working a well-lathered sapo sponge into her skin because the love of your life deserves the absolute BEST pampering and if she won’t give it to herself, you sure will.
you two head to bed that night in married bliss (after abby initiates slow, languid sex, of course. how could she not when your breasts were right in front of her while you ran that prickly ass cloth over her shoulders? she’s from around the way, she leaving with something)
you wake up before abby most days to prepare her a nice, warm breakfast (cause she loves and takes care of you so its the least you could do, really, to show how much you appreciate her), and today is no different. you try to be as quiet as possible but abby sleeps like an on-call soldier, like she’s in an active warzone and the enemy could strike at any time sooooo nine times outta ten, the faint cadence of sizzling applewood bacon’ll have her stretching out of bed.
but anyways she comes to you from behind as you mix a little pumpkin spice into the pancake batter, nestling her palm into the nook where your waist and right hip meet. her hair is down this morning, so when she bends to press kisses along your left shoulder, the tips brush along the neckline of your satin camisole. its a miniscule thing of material, hem reaching as far as the apex of your thighs. even the soft patter of her tresses against your body would be enough to tickle you, and they do just that.
you shy away, giggles on your tongue and happiness dripping from your wide eyes. you tell abby to shoo if she’s going to make breakfast harder. she smiles.
moments like these remind abby why she works so hard even on the days that demand more out of her—physically, mentally, emotionally.
she’ll do anything to make sure she keeps getting to hear you sound so pretty, so carefree.
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ijwrsmff · 1 year ago
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MC showing the brothers their favorite anime character and they are exactly like them! How do they feel? Do they bring it up? Or not say anything? (If you don’t want to do all 7, could you do Lucifer, Levi, Asmo, and Beel? :3)
This was so fun XD I had to write for all 7, simply because I wanted to. And I had a pretty good idea for all of them, so it wasn't too much at all to let the idea take me away ^~^
Ended up being pretty long, but I put it in headcanon format, even though a lot of bullets were several sentences. I tried.
@ibby-miyoshi-nerd
Word Count: 1,677
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Lucifer:
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“He’s so cool! He’s the oldest brother, and he has a lot of weight on his shoulders, and even though he’s sweet on the inside he acts really tough! And rightfully so, he is actually really tough.” You rambled to Lucifer about your favorite anime character. 
“So…he’s like…” Lucifer wanted to say “Like me” but that would mean admitting he was soft on the inside. He wouldn’t dare say that, especially since some of his brothers were home. “A responsible big brother.” 
As you went on and on about the character, he simply smiled softly and nodded to show he was listening
You were warming his heart, in a way that hadn’t been done for centuries…maybe even ever
He asked a couple questions, here and there, but he really did just love to hear you talk
“So what do you think about him?” You asked with beaming eyes
Lucifer hesitated a few moments while he gathered the words, “He seems like a smart man. Brave, and powerful.” 
“Yeah…he is.” Your words were quiet as you gazed into Lucifer’s eyes
You know…your character and Lucifer were pretty similar, huh?
Mammon:
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“Mammon! Pleeeeeease let me tell you about this character!” You whined and followed him as he was practically running away from you
His face was red, because you’re puppy eyes were was too cute to look into for long
But after a few minutes he stopped and you bumped into him “Fine! Just make it quick, I’ve got a date with Goldie!” He waved the card in the air, and had a mischievous look in his eyes
“Okay so! He loves money, but he loves his family and the person he loves even more! He won’t say it, but he’s one of the kindest men in the world! He does kind of get caught up in himself, but he can be humble when the time comes!” You showed him the picture of the character as you spoke, and scrolled through a few
Huh…blond hair, somewhat tall, got a glimmer in his eyes…
“He seems okay. Kind of stupid though.” Mammon did not at all put the pieces together, and ended up unintentionally slamming himself
To anyone else, it was clear you were actually talking about Mammon, and you hoped he’d realize but he didn’t
It’s alright though! Next time you’ll make it absolutely obvious
Levi:
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All you had to do to spend time with Levi was say “I wanna talk about anime characters!” Your secret password didn’t even matter, the door was swung open and there he was with a dorky grin on his face
He expected nerdiness, but not to have you describe your favorite anime character to be so much like HIM!
“He loves anime and manga, games too! He doesn’t talk to many people, but sometimes he talks a whole lot if he’s passionate about something! Especially to the few he does care about. He has a TON of special interests, and can be super creative!” 
With each passing word his face got just a bit redder. He had a small scowl on his face after a bit though. To hear you talk so much about someone else kind of bothered him, and he still wasn’t sure if you were even talking about him or not anymore!
“Me or him…” He muttered, but you could barely hear him so he repeated it once more
“Well you, of course!” You laughed and he tried to figure out if your laughter meant you were joking or not
“No seriously, no anime character compares to you. I thought…you’d find it cute if I even liked a character just like you.” With a smile, that made him officially melt
“Then…I’LL COSPLAY HIM! THAT’S IT!” He ran to his closet and started talking about the way to “win them over” was to combine the two
He’s such a silly demon, and you loved that about him
Satan:
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He never openly complained about spending time with you, and you came up with a plan! So you went to his library to set the plan in motion…
“Saaaaatan! I have a character from one of my favorite anime I wanna show you!” You burst in, and he was reading as…was expected.
He closed his book after finishing the paragraph he was on, with a bookmark in place
“Oh? Another character, go ahead, tell me about them” He would always make time for you, and seeing you so excited was just adorable
“He can get angry a lot, but it’s usually only because he cares! He’s really creative, and gets lost in his books all the time. It’s kind of like an escape for him, and learning has always been a passion for him!” 
It made Satan smirk, as he said “If you liked me you could have just said so.” He walked towards you and his smirk turned into a smile
“No need to beat around the bush, you know why?” He was close to you now, and for a second you thought he was leaning in for a kiss, but he leaned so his hot break brushed against your ear
“Because I like you too. My favorite little human…” 
Asmo:
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When you walked in, super excited to see him he finished his makeup quickly and ran up to hug you
It made you blush, but you had a plan! 
“Asmo! Look at this character! He’s my favorite! He always wears pink, loves to dress up and look all around both handsome and beautiful! He can be a bit of a flirt, but nothing like how he is with the person he loves!”
The more you spoke the more he smiled, “You have excellent taste! I can see why I’m your favorite demon!” He spun you around for a second and kissed your cheeks forehead and nose
You were blushing more than before, “Okay, okay!” You laughed and “tried” to push him away, “Don’t let it get to your head!” His kisses didn’t cease for several minutes and he ended up setting you down in his makeup chair
“We should have matching makeup! It’ll show how cute we are together!” He kissed your red cheeks and smiled wide
“T-together? Really?” It was hard to contain your excitement, and he ended up laughing at just how cute you are
“Of course! I’m your favorite, it means you looooove me~! If you think after rambling about how much you like a character because he’s like me we wouldn’t get together you’d be wrong~!” He giggled and started working on your makeup, but it was hard since you kept giggling
“I don’t know about LOVE, but we can get there. Just don’t mess it up!” You joked, letting out a few giggles as you winked at him
Beel:
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“Beel! Look at my favorite anime character!” You ran up to him as he worked out, which was funny timing, “He loves to work out, can eat more than anyone else, and can be really funny but also adorable! He loves his family a lot, and ends up sacrificing so much to make them happy!” 
He stopped the second you were in the room and walked up to you to look at the picture
“He’s like me…” He tilted his head and saw a ton of similarities in the characters personality and looks to him
“Y-Yeah! Isn’t he cool?” He wasn’t putting the pieces together yet, but you knew he’d get there with time
“Wanna help me with my workout?” He smiled and it made you smile too
You had a big soft spot for the tall demon, if he asked you to do anything in the world you probably would, and he’s showed on multiple occasions that he’d do the same for you
You sat on his back while he did push ups for a while, but then he fell
“B-Beel? Are you okay?” You were concerned and he spun around while lifting you while you laid on his chest, faces super close together
“Does that mean…I’m your favorite character? Uh…demon? …Person?” He was fumbling and it was really cute, honestly
A couple giggles escaped and you kissed the tip of his nose, “Yeah…you are.” 
With a hug as tight but gentle as he gave, it gave you all the answer you needed. He liked you just as much if not more, as shown by the deepening blush on his face
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“Belphie look!” You showed him a picture of a character sleeping, “He’s my favorite! He sleeps a lot, and can be a hopeless flirt but it’s sooooo cute! He cares a lot, but has a secret dark side which can be really cool but also scary if it’s directed at you!” 
He was hanging out in his star-gazing room, and looked like he’d fall asleep at any minute
He grinned and grabbed you, pulling you down to his level while he laid on the floor and hugged you close
You blushed a bit, but it wouldn’t be the first time you cuddled with Belphie, since both of you did really like to cuddle. Especially with each other…
“Go on, tell me more.” You were facing each other, one hand holding yours as the other wrapped around your shoulders to your back
You rambled for a bit, but had a hard time making eye contact with him
“No. No more.” You told him, and because you were flustered, you leaned forward and hid your face in his neck
“Awww please? I want to fall asleep hearing all the things you love about me, that you’re projecting onto that character.” So he DID know. Maybe you were being too obvious…
After several moments, he continued with a “Fine, maybe we’ll do the opposite. I’ll tell you all the things I love about you until you fall asleep.” He rubbed your back and chuckled to himself before he did exactly that, saying each and every thing about you he loved, which was more than you thought possible
Falling asleep like this…really isn’t so bad at all
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soupiiiie · 2 months ago
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Since your requests are opened, I was thinking about platonic (or maybe not, that’s on you) 3rd member of TØP, like she was there from the beginning and all of that.
Appreciation
platonic!Tøp x reader
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genre: fluff
I received 2 requests like this so I wrote this for the both of them. Hope you enjoy :)
Today was another long day of lore writing and music video mapping. Tyler had appointed me to head of the ‘lore department’ as he called it. The three of us sat in his basement brainstorming and coming up with stories to tell in the videos and on tour. Josh sat with a laptop, making a list of everything to keep the story line straight. This was my favorite part of being friends with them, the behind the scenes stuff was always super interesting. 
I met Tyler in the ninth grade, ever since then, we’d been inseparable. Having been there since the start of the band, Josh’s joining, to whom we had both clicked with instantly, the release of their first album, their first concert, to now, I was the third piece of their puzzle. I became their creative director, manager, booking agent, everything. They appreciated me more than they could describe. Hell, I even helped plan both of their weddings.
“Can we take a break for food? My stomach is starting to eat itself,” I yawned and stretched out my sore neck, “plus, we could all give our brains a break.”
Josh nodded in agreement and rubbed his eyes, “I agree, I’ll drive, you guys pick where we go.” He stood up and grabbed the keys out of his hoodie hanging on the chair Tyler was sitting on.
“Let’s go to the diner down the street, papa wants a milkshake.” Josh and I gave Tyler a weird look before bursting out laughing.
“Please, never, ever, refer to yourself as ‘papa’ ever again.” I exclaimed between laughs. 
Tyler rolled his eyes and stood, starting toward the stairs to the basement, “you guys just don’t get me.” He said sarcastically and dramatically sauntered up the stairs, “Lets go people, hustle, hustle.” We heard him call from the top. 
Josh just rolled his eyes jokingly and ran toward the stairs with me behind him. Once we got in the car, me in the back and Tyler in the passenger seat, we started for the diner, letting whatever was on the radio play quietly. “Do you think the fans will like the new lore coming with the album?” I asked nervously, scared that the clique won’t appreciate all the time and effort we’ve been putting into Clancy. 
“Of course they’ll love it. They’ve been lore hungry since Trench.” Josh said while Tyler nodded in agreement before chiming in.
“And if they don’t, we’ll blame it on you.” Sarcasm was his way of showing his love. I rolled my eyes at this. “Ha ha, very funny.” We made it to the diner and once Josh parked, we headed inside and found a booth in the corner. The waitress came over to take our orders and bring us our drinks and once she was gone, we settled into a comfortable silence. 
Coming up with story lines had taken a huge toll on all of us mentally. We had spent countless nights trying to perfect everything before the album release. I had spent so much time helping Mark film and edit music videos, helping Tyler make the backing tracks for the tour, helping Josh dye his hair. But soon enough it would pay off. We all knew it would.
After we ate, we headed back to get more work done. When we went back down to the basement, the boys shuffled off to the corner whispering to each other. I was confused but ignored them and went back to my notes, writing more ideas to share later. After a few minutes, there was a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see both boys standing with their hands behind their backs. Giving them a questioning look and tilting my head slightly I asked, “what are you goobers doing?”
They smiled and Tyler spoke, “Well, since you’ve been helping us so much with the album and tour, and just being our best friend forever…” He trailed off and Josh continued.
“We decided that we would get you something to show our appreciation for you.” They both outstretched their hands from behind their backs. Tyler held up a crew t-shirt that read ‘3rd Member’ on the back with the band logo beneath it, while Josh held a mug that said ‘Best band member’ and a card. My smile grew as I reached for the card and began to read the contents. 
“Dear y/n, you’ve been here since the beginning and we can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done. You’re the best friend we could’ve ever asked for. We love you. Love, Ty and Josh <3” Tearing up at the note, I stood and brought them both into a hug. “Thank you so much. I love you guys too.” I pulled away, kissing their cheeks before taking the mug and shirt and placing them with the card. 
“We felt like we haven’t really shown you how much you mean to us. You really are the best friend we could ever have.” Tyler said, sitting back down in his chair. Josh followed his actions and grabbed the laptop he was using before.
“Yeah, don’t ever think we don’t appreciate you.” He said with a gentle glance. I couldn’t have asked for better friends in my life. 
“Of course, and don’t think I don’t appreciate you two either.” I said looking between them. We all smiled at each other before returning to our respective tasks at hand. I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
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specialagentlokitty · 10 months ago
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Negan x reader - just a day
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HI!!! love your work!! Never done this before. Saw your request just now. I want Negan fluff with wife reader. Like they are taking a day off and just chilling together, and Negan told everyone not to disturb them unless they want to die. That's all I got, sorry it's not very creative🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️. - Anon💜
Standing outside, you basked in the warm sunlight, enjoying the way it felt, with a slight cool breeze.
Despite the growls of the walkers chained to the front of the building, it was still rather peaceful in a strange way.
You saw a few guards posted around the area, some workers going about their daily lives like they did every day.
You didn’t mind being at the sanctuary most days, but some days, like today, you were restless, you wanted to go for a walk, so that’s what you were doing.
Gun on your back, you made your way to the exit of the sanctuary only to be stopped by a couple of guards.
“Sorry ma’am, we’re under orders not to let you leave the premises without an official security detail.” One said.
“Negan?”
She nodded her head and you huffed a little.
“Well, I can’t find him, and I want to go for a walk, so am gonna go for a walk.”
“We can’t let you past.”
You groaned in annoyance.
You knew it wasn’t worth trying to sneak past them, they were just going to end up following you and that would ruin the whole point of a peaceful walk.
So, instead, you turned back around, sitting on the hood of one of the parked cars, resting your back against the windshield.
“Negan wants to see you.” Dwight said.
You didn’t bother moving from your spot.
You held out your hand for his walkie, and he handed it over to you.
You pressed your finger on the button before speaking.
“Negan?”
You let go and waited for a response.
“Well it took Dwighty boy long enough to find you. Where are you (Y/N)?”
You thought for a moment, debating on what you wanted to tell him.
“Come and find me.”
You smirked a little to yourself, handing the walkie talkie back to Dwight despite the man on the other end asking where you were.
“Are you gonna tell him?”
“You know I have to, sorry.”
“Come on, there’s no fun in that Dwight, let him ponder, maybe it’ll deflate his fat ego a little bit.”
Dwight chuckled a little, leaning against the car as he lit a cigarette.
“You know the moment you go back inside I’m going to find a new place to hide.”
“You know he doesn’t like it when you play that game.”
You took a deep breath, and shrugged a little bit.
“Yeah, but I do. It’s funny. So, see ya later pal.”
You quickly grabbed the handcuffs you hid your jacket and locked him to the handle of the car, dropping the keys a few feet in front of him.
You snickered and ran away from him, taking his Walkie Talkie with you just so you could keep tabs on where Negan would be looking for you.
It was easy enough to sneak back into the building, but you had no intentions of hiding inside, there was one spot you had to reach before you were caught.
“(Y/N) you know I’m gonna find you.”
You snickered again, pressing the button.
“Maybe you will, maybe you won’t. Do we have chips?”
“Come back and I’ll tell you.”
You found the door you were looking for and pushed it open, quietly closing it behind you.
Walking to the middle of the roof you laid down, setting the walkie and gun beside you.
You closed your eyes, basking in the sun again.
Up here was more peaceful, no people, no walkers, just you, and the sound of the door creaking open, something being dropped on the ground, being kicked into place, the door shutting but not closing fully.
Then steps walking over, along with the oh so familiar whistle.
You opened your eyes, watching as he finally came into view, setting Lucille down next to your gun, and a bowl next to your head.
Negan crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees.
“You know I know that you always come here.”
“Well obviously that’s the point.”
He chuckled, reaching down he placed a finger on your forehead.
“You know why I can’t let you go outside the sanctuary without guards either, don’t you? Because if Rick the prick and his little band of dickwads find you they’ll take you.”
“Come on Negan, you know I don’t like the guards you put with me, they’re load, and always complain.”
“It is a necessary precaution.”
You sat up, turning yourself around to look at him, and you picked up the bowl of chips he had given you.
“I want to go for a walk.”
“Then let me assign you some protection.”
You set the chips down, reaching your hands out and Negan let you take his hands.
“I want to go with you.”
“Now, sweetheart, you know I’m busy, with everything that’s going on I can’t afford to take a days break.”
You sighed a little, nodding your head because you knew he was right.
He was trying to make sure that no matter what happened he would win.
“I know…”
You stood up, picking up your gun you slung it over your back, and you grabbed your bowl of chips.
“You probably should give that back to Dwight.”
“Come on sweetheart, you’re pissed at me? Seriously?”
You didn’t say anything and Negan quickly got up, jogging over he wrapped an arm around your waist, making you stop.
Negan pulled your back against his chest, and he reached into the bowl, taking the last chip and eating it.
You didn’t say anything, and he took the bowl, throwing it like a frisbee off the roof.
“Negan come on, seriously? This is why we can’t have nice shit.”
He chuckled, humming a little bit.
“Are you really gonna be pissed off with me because I won’t let you go for a walk alone?”
You didn’t say anything, but you did bring a hand up behind you, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.
Negan buried his face into the crook of your neck, pressing a couple of small kisses to your skin.
“Come on, don’t be pissed.”
You rested your head on his.
“Sweetheart, this is for your own safety. You know this, you know why I have those rules in place, why u do what I do. It’s to keep you safe, because the prick will use you to get to me.”
“Then come with Negan, please. Come on.”
You felt him sigh.
You pat his hand, telling him to let you go, and he did, watching as you made your way back to the door.
“(Y/N)!” He called.
You were gone, making your way back down the stairs.
Negan clenched his jaw a little, walking back he grabbed the walkie and Lucille, following you back into the building.
He knew you would’ve gone back to his room, so that’s where he went after taking a detour to pass the walkie on to someone else, then we went to his room, closing the door behind him.
You were laid under the covers, with them pulled up over your head, your gun propped up against the wall.
“(Y/N).”
You didn’t reply, and he set Lucille next to your gun, making his was over to you, laying in front of you.
“Don’t ignore me.”
Negan grabbed the covers and pulled them down, away from your face, and you turned over.
“Oh come on, are you going to give me the silent treatment until I give in?”
You shrugged.
“Oh fucking hell sweetheart, do you want me to take a day off? Is that what you want?”
You stilled refused to reply.
Reaching over, Negan took his walkie and he pressed to button.
“Listen up you shitheads, I don’t give a shit what’s happening, I don’t give a fuck if you set yourself on fire, if someone punches you in the balls, I don’t give a fuck. If you bother me, if anybody bothers me for the rest of the day I’ll be using your fucking heads as batting practice. Do I make myself damn well clear?”
He waited, listening to the chorus of responses saying they understood.
He set the walkie down and turned back to you, reaching out the placed a finger on your chin and turned your head a little.
“You gonna stop being pissy now?”
You moved so you were laying on your back, and you stared up at the ceiling.
“Shit (Y/N), did I really fuck you off that much?”
The one thing Negan liked about you is that you were just about as stubborn as him, if not even worse.
You couldn’t give a shit about whatever was going on in the outside world, you lived in your own world, as long as you and the few people you cared about were safe it’s all that mattered for you.
Negan knew the extent of your wrath when you were pissed off, and he didn’t like to be on the receiving end of that.
“You want to go for that walk?”
You looked at him and this made him grin a little.
“Yeah, I knew that would get your attention. We’ll go for that walk if you stop being all mad with me.”
You pushed yourself up, and you grabbed your gun, leaving the room.
You knew Negan was going to follow you, he had just taken the day off so of course he was going to follow you.
It’s what he did when he didn’t have to do anything, he would never be all that far away from you.
You made your way outside, jogging down the steps, and you began making your way to the exit of the sanctuary.
“Do you want security?” A guard asked.
“Does it look like I want fucking security? No. I want to go out and spend some quality time with my wife.”
The quickly nodded and stepped aside, and you bit back a smirked as you walked past them.
Negan began his whistle again and you spun around to glare at him.
He raised his hands, glaring at you.
You turned around to carry on walking, taking the path into the forest, brushing your fingers through some of the green leaves.
Negan jumped over a fallen log, and he held his hand out to you, helping you over it.
He laced his fingers with yours and you copied him, moving yourself closer towards him without thinking, but it was something he noticed.
“Not that pissed off clearly.” He smirked.
You let go of his hand and smacked his chest.
Negan laughed, taking your hand back in his and he walked in front of you, making you stop.
You looked up at him, and he let go of your hand, bringing his hand up he brushed his knuckles along your cheek.
“I know sometimes I may neglect to give you the attention you deserve, I know most days I piss you off, most days you probably want to kick me in the dick.”
You half nodded, and he smiled at you.
“But shit sweetheart you are so beautiful… so fucking beautiful…”
Negan admired the way your eyes sparkled a little in the sunlight coming through the trees, the way you would stop to admire every flower you came across.
He was brutal, harsh, did things, unspeakable things, yet you were his, you were so beautifully in love with all the little things in life.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. If anything ever happened to you I swear to god I would kill every fucker who ever hurt you, every fucking bastard that got in my way to get to you. You know that right?”
You smiled softly, bringing your hand up to touch his.
“I know darling, I know you would. I just get so annoyed sometimes I guess, I just want to have some more of your time…” you mumbled.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
You looked around the trees, heading a few walkers nearby.
“We should go.”
Negan looked around, nodding his head in agreement, and you both began your way back to the sanctuary.
He did try asking you questions but you wouldn’t reply, and he couldn’t exactly stop you outside so he waited.
His hand in yours as you both made your way back to his room.
Once inside you both set your weapons aside and he took your wrist to stop you from moving away.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked quietly.
“Because it’s stupid okay? Because I know it’s stupid, and it’s.. it’s selfish.”
“It’s not stupid, or selfish. Hell (Y/N), you should have told me, you know that’s all you need to do. Just tell me. I don’t care what it is.”
He placed his forehead on yours, and you closed your eyes, placing your hand on the back of his head to pull him down, connecting his lips with yours.
Negan was more than happy to kiss you back, his hands settling on your waist.
When you pulled away you smiled sweetly at him, and he gave you his signature grin.
“Do you love me?” You asked.
“You know I do.”
“Say it.”
“I love you.”
You grinned a little bit, tucking your head under his chin, your arms wrapping around his torso.
Negan placed a hand on your lower back, the other between your shoulder blades, rubbing small circles.
Negan heard his name being called on the walkie and he grumbled, going to move away but you wouldn’t let him.
“Ignore it…”
“I warned them.”
You looked up at him.
“You can deal with it later, just ignore them.”
He sighed, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.
“Anything you want.”
You grinned, heading over to the Tv you turned it on and sat on the floor, and he sat behind you, letting you sit between his knees, resting your back on his chest.
He wrapped his arms around you, and you placed your hands over his.
There was a knock on the door.
“Fuck off!” You yelled.
Negan laughed as he listened to footsteps quickly leaving, and he kissed your head.
“That’s my wife.”
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frozenjokes · 7 months ago
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I wanted to make more of a mumbomaid au sketch page but this is all that left my brain and given im kinda approaching the need for a slow down/break creatively im not going to force it. thinking about reading dungeon meshi? that girl covered in blood seems pretty hot. anyway. snippet below for context. if you can even call it that.
Grian. Nothing about him was satisfying. God, Scar was angry, he was so angry, and that felt bad, but so much better than being sad and awkward all the time, and suddenly Scar wanted nothing more than to be back on the dingy carpet of the apartment lobby, hissing and grunting and beating the piss out of each other; finish what they started. But he couldn’t exactly do that, so he took a shower about it instead, head resting idly against the tile as the water ran down his back. About an hour of that passed before he got bored of it, so he got out, not even remembering if he washed his hair, and collapsed once more onto his bed. The thought still hadn’t left his head. He eyed his phone dangerously.
Etho had sent him a text telling him he got home safe, no doubt sent after Bdubs pestered him to do so. Pearl had asked something about needing to buy some more supplies for the sanitation department at the zoo, which Scar okayed without even looking at the list. He opened Grian’s messages.
‘Are you sober?’ Scar watched the screen idly, eyes half lidded, but perked up a bit when Grian answered quickly.
‘yes? it’s 3:00 Scar’
‘why.’
Scar typed and deleted the message for five whole minutes, struggling to put his thoughts to words. Well. At this point, there was no sugarcoating this.
‘I want to fight. And then get very drunk. And then maybe fight again. And then throw up probably’
‘We didn’t get to finish’
‘would feel irresponsible asking if you were not sober’
‘how sweet’
‘I’ll be right over. I want to trash your house’
‘I did not invite you.’
Grian did not respond. Scar didn’t need to wait more than a minute before knowing he wasn’t going to. Fine then.
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plasticbag3207 · 8 months ago
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Alastor and Vox Possibly Knew Each Other in Life
I recently started writing/planning a fic centering around how Alastor and Vox met, and how their friendship turned sour into what their rivalry is today. I’m sure people have already written fics like this but I haven’t seen any (not that I’ve been looking) with this as the main plot and without heavy shipping.
Until literally this morning I wasn’t ever quite able to peg down Alastor and Vox’s ages. I assumed they were at least in their 30s, though it didn’t seem out of the question to say they were older or maybe even a little younger.
That is until I found the leaked character sheets of them. Apparently a year (or two?) ago someone leaked a lot of the character sheets/voice sheets for most of Hazbin Hotel’s cast. Obviously leaking is bad, don’t do it. I also don’t know if everything on those sheets is still canon, so I’m only going to talk about the ages. Also massive thank you to my friend for talking about this with me and helping me come up with stuff :)
(Theories, Headcanons, and Spoilers for the fic below the cut)
According to Alastor’s character sheet, he’s roughly in his 40s, and I’m going to say he was born in 1891. Assuming sinners don’t physically age at all after going to hell (because I’m 90% sure they don’t), that’d make him 42 at his death in 1933. Vox on the other hand, I’m saying was born in 1902, and died in 1955, making him 53 when he died. With these dates Vox and Alastor were only 11 years apart.
In my headcanons Alastor landed his job as a radio host in his mid 20s (1913), and built his way up to being the most popular radio host in New Orleans. By 1918 (27 years old) he had his own full show, which ran for 15 years until his death—and was wildly popular.
My headcanon for Vox on the other hand, is that he started as an actor. He always loved attention, and soon by his early 20s (1924) became a big hit on the silver screen. Very quickly he climbed to the top, becoming beloved by Hollywood and starring in many more movies over his lifespan.
I don’t think Alastor had such a massive disdain for television or visual media yet, though I’m not going to say he loved it. He saw Vox as some attention hound, constantly desperate for more with an insatiable appetite—not unlike himself.
Vox at some point stumbles apon Alastor’s radio show, and instantly loves the guy. He laughs at every joke, loves the creativity of the sound effects, and such. After some tugging of strings he meets Alastor in person and offers to interview him on one of his late night shows. Alastor reluctantly accepts, though the two can’t help but be put off—and even annoyed at times by each others’ presence.
The interview, to say the least, does not go very well. Alastor found it a bit humiliating, Vox being too caught up in the spotlight and not all that willing to share it with Alastor. After that, Al decided that “this face was made for radio” and radio only.
They potentially saw each other in passing, but beyond that their interactions were limited.
Eventually Al dies, and is outed as a serial killer. Vox becomes ever more popular with televisions becoming a household item of the 50s until he dies.
Yippie :)
I’m not 100% sure how much of this is canon compliant, but whatever it’s my fanfic I’ll do what I want with it. Also don’t worry I didn’t spoil the entire thing, just aspects of their human lives. Most of the fic will probably be in Hell. (When/if I post the fic on Ao3 I’ll link it here aswell)
EDIT: I started the fic, it’s a little rough but I’ll polish it up eventually. I also can’t promise I’ll stay 100% true to everything I talked about in this post but it’ll probably be pretty close. Anyways, I hope you enjoy :)
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diacripticcomplex · 11 months ago
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Ayayui?
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Ayato's POV:
There's this one human holiday I'm fond of, I think it's called Halloween or something like that, humans get to dress up and scare each other, a concept called "trick or treat." I told Yui about it, and she said it was just for kids. Kids get to scare the living shit out of people on this day? I'd love to be a human child if that's the case. It wasn't halloween today or anything, but it would be fun to scare the fuck out of her, and fuck her in the process too.
When I was at the shopping district yesterday I found a ghostface mask, the ones that were used in that American Movie about the killings, it wasn't even scary, I've killed people in more creative ways before, they should take notes from me. Anyway, I ended up buying the mask, I'm going to use it for a scheme.
"Hey tiny tits, wanna watch a movie with me tonight? There's no school tomorrow." I ask her, then state. She gives me that suspicious look, she's really learning. "What movie..?" she questions. "It's an American movie, I know you suck at English so I purchased it with subtitles, what do you say?" I asked her again. She still is giving me hesitation. "You know I went out of my way to do this, the least you can do is watch it with me." I guilt trip and it works, she agrees. "Alright, I'll meet you in your room in a few minutes, get comfy." I command. "Why not the living room?" she asks, I smirk at her. "Cause' we might get horny and start fucking like rabbits." I let out, jokingly but I wasn't actually joking. She rolled her big eyes at me, anyway I went back to my room to retrieve the mask and I hid it well.
We plopped onto her bed, after I turned on the movie, "I said get comfy, this is your bed. Why are you sitting all the way over there?" I ask her, she scoots over a little closer and I grab her, getting us in a cuddling position. We start watching the movie, I believe this was Scream 1, the original it was old but still pretty good quality.
Finally the movie was over, “Ayato why do you like watching such strange movies at night?” She asks me, I yawn “they just help me sleep better, I’m gonna call it a night” I tell her, then leave. She didn’t seemed scared it wasn’t really scary to begin with. But I was going to wait for her to go into the bathroom to mess w her. I put on the ghost face mask and hide in her bathroom, I take out a dagger, it was a real dagger too. Maybe 10 mins go back and she finally goes into the bathroom, she took off her towel she was nice and naked, I wanted to just rail her by the sink instead at this point- that would be an even better idea. I ran up behind her and cover her mouth, holding the dagger to her throat. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” I say in an attempt to sound like a ghost face killer. “What the..?! Ayato let go of me!” She yelled out, “I’m the ghost of billy loomis if you watch that movie you summon me.” I said to her, trying to sound convincing who knows if it’ll work or not? Would be hilarious either way.
She tries wrestling out of my grasp but I have a secure grip on her, I pressed up myself against her ass, I got a little hard in the process I’ll admit that. “You like it rough don’t you pancake?” I say then realized I slipped up by calling her that. “Ayato…it really is you??” She sounded relieved. I grab her ass cheek, then bend her down, I wiggle out of my pants a little and slide my dick right into her, fuckkkk it felt so good that first insertion always does it. I start fucking her fast, pulling her head back and keeping my hand gripped to her throat, I kissed her shoulder blade . Fucking in this mask made me feel super hot. After a few minutes I change the position, I turn her to face me, and I lift her up fucking her standing up, she had her legs crossed on my wait and held me super close, I wasn’t going to drop her but I definitely was going to nut. A few more strokes and I really did.
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agentplutonium · 6 months ago
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WIP Wednesday
I got tagged by @romirola *checks notes* over a month ago, but never late then never, right! ,,, right?
ANYWAY I’ve been very slow on some of my writing recently (burn out from school is a BITCH) but here’s a small snippet of a Milo/Sweetheart fight fic and mayhaps a little snippet of original work I’ve been chipping away at:
(No pressure) tags to: @pinksparkl @zozo-01 @angelicaether @lovelylonerliterature and anyone else who wants to join! I’m really bad at tagging people ngl
I was really captivated by the idea of Sweetheart snapping at Milo for constantly bashing their job, no matter how correct he is, so I ran with it. Here’s the beginning of that:
It was always a strain on their relationship. Milo knew that. He just didn’t think it could ever come to this.
Sweetheart came home with a limp. A limp that was not there when they left, and one that was certainly unwelcome in their typically confident gait. Milo was onto it immediately.
“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”
“Nothing,” they said hurriedly. “Fell at work today.”
“You didn’t get it checked out?” Milo asked.
“It’s nothing, Milo. I’ll be fine in the morning.”
Milo paused what he was doing, turning to look at Sweetheart fully. They weren’t facing him, set on emptying and putting their things away. They never took that tone with him, and it concerned Milo. Did he do something? Were they mad at him?
“Are you okay?” Milo asked, standing.
“I told you I’m fine!” Sweetheart snapped. “Stop looking into it.”
“Okay,” Milo said, tone hardening, “you don’t get to talk to me like that when I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay.”
Sweetheart let their bag slump to the ground, taking a deep breath. When they turned to face him, their eyes were closed. They opened them a moment later, saying, “I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ve just had a hard day at work. That’s all.”
Milo eyebrows furrowed, one corner of his mouth turning down. “Do you need anything? I can—“
“No,” Sweetheart said quickly. They realised how that came off and back tracked, “no, Love, I just want to go lay down for a bit. Is that alright?”
“Of course that’s all right,” Milo said. “I can come get you once dinner is ready.”
“Thank you,” Sweetheart sighed, kissing Milo’s cheek. They stalked off toward their bedroom, catching the attention of Aggro who followed them.
Milo didn’t like how that went. Sweetheart was hiding something from him. But, he trusted them to bring it up later, maybe after they decompressed after today. They wouldn't keep secrets from him.
And now for a small snippet of my boys (gn); Terra and Caelus. I just really wanted to write something for them so I can share them with more than just me and PK. ANYWAY:
The night was young, the drinks were flowing, the band playing joyously in the corner, and Terra was having a very good time.
She never got to have nights like these, where time slowed and she was able to conjugate with her humans. She loved watching how they interacted with each other. She loved watching the dances that they’ve come up with, and how the translated to group settings like this. They were very creative creatures, that was for sure. Terra liked to take credit for that part.
Terra could feel magic warp behind her, bending and expanding, leaving a tingling sensation on the back of her neck. She smiled, recognizing the figure that appeared behind her.
“How does anyone have any fun at these things?” Caelus’ voice vibrated within her.
“They find their ways,” Terra hummed. “You can’t fault them for that.”
“All it is just stuffy dances in stuffy clothes,” Caelus complained.
“Don’t you see what I’m seeing?” Terra asked, turning her head to look at him.
Caelus hummed, stepping closer, “What do you see?”
Terra took Caelus’ jaw in her hand, turning his head toward two young people chatting away on the edge of the room. “Love.”
“That’s love?”
“The beginning of it,” Terra hummed, “and it’s always so beautiful watching them fall in love. Not to mention,” she redirected Caelus’ gaze to the band, “that’s love, too.”
“How is that love?” Caelus questioned.
Terra chuckled, letting go. “Look at how they play, look at how they are so encapsulated by the sound that they are making. You can’t tell me that someone who plays an instrument is not in love.”
“That’s one way to put it,” Caelus said.
“And the musicians would agree with me,” Terra defended.
“You say that about everything,” Caelus muttered half-heartedly.
Terra sighed, expecting this answer from Caelus. He never understood, despite Terra feeling the innate curiosity burning within him. To see how their creations interact with one another. She knows that, fundamentally, that same desire to love and protect what he creates is in him. It was in all of them. A base functionality to their existence. However, for some reason, Caelus’ love, and hers, are two completely different things. He sees love as a neat and tidy thing. Not conditional, by any means, but there is always a cause and an effect. A means to an end. A list of tasks that must be done, and the meticulous upkeep of said results. He doesn’t like restarting a process unless it is inevitable. Terra, on the other hand, doesn’t have a process. Until something is finalized—with a consciousness—she does not feel like she is stuck with one design. However, even if a design has it flaws, Terra will often let it live anyway. She couldn’t bring herself to destroy something she created just because it didn’t go to plan. It was cruel. She could always build off of the prototypes, and evolve them into what she wanted them to be.
They were two sides of one coin. Perfection in different forms.
Terra got an idea, turning to Caelus. “Come see the celebrations in the town,” she insisted.
“What for?” Caelus asked her.
“I want to show you something.”
Thank you for reading !
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jess-the-vampire · 2 years ago
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Toh Swap Au Concepts
ok, so i have a couple swap au ideas that i promised to share, so i'm gonna share them.
These are ideas i've had, but don't have the time to really flesh out into a unique toh swap/canon divergence au like arofam, but i wanna share my ideas so maybe some of you might use them and flesh them out yourselves into a fun swap/divergence au and make them work.
No one has to keep ALL my ideas for them, but i should put them out there anyways.
Maybe i’ll come back to them myself one day, but for now i’d love you to hear them and maybe they’ll inspire you.
Philip Human Au:
So in this one the wittebanes are set in modern day, Caleb is like camila, he's in charge of taking care of his younger brother ever since their parents passed away. Philip is troubled, he doesn't get along with other students and doesn't make friends. He and Caleb, before caleb turned 18 and could live with his brother on their own, were in a very strict religious foster home. Philip came out of it stifling his creativity and fearing the unknown. When philip is at risk of being taken out of caleb's care because of how philip acts, caleb hopes to send him off to a fun summer camp so he can make friends and help him out.
So caleb is doing what he can to prevent the brothers from being separated, something he genuinely fears could happen and he's under so much pressure to keep them together. He's scared to tell philip this could happen, tho philip takes this as caleb not wanting him anymore.
But philip ends up on the isles when his journal is stolen.
There, he starts off being offhandish about magic and witches, having been raised to fear them, but stays, thinking if he can prove himself here...caleb won't throw him away like he likes.
no i'm not entirely sure who should be there for most of the other swap cast, maybe nothing changes for you, but yeah, this au helps philip embrace magic and truly come into his own.
And on top of that, Perhaps evelyn exists in this universe in eda's place and she and caleb have a blossoming romance somehow, and it ends with caleb moving to the isles. Caleb is heartbroken when he finds out philip and him ended up separated or that philip thought he didn't want him anymore.
Also on top of this, luz, another human that may be in disguise herself, is on the isles as the most influential witch there, maybe as a ruler or as just a normal, but she's trapped in constantly trying to live out her fantasy.
Maybe she wants to free the collector in hopes he'll help her make the isles everything she wants it to be without having to ever face what she ran away from on earth.
There's a lot still open to changes and adjustments, but i think it's def a fun idea for an au.
Willow au:
Ok so, who wants a Willow the human au? Willow is a student on earth who faces frequent bullying, people make her feel weak, look down on her, and she's ended up shy and alone as a result despite knowing she can be so much more. Her dads are worried about her and consider transferring her to another school but end up sending her to a camp of a subject she's not even interested in, in hopes she'll make friends and have opportunities for a great job someday.
Instead, she ends up on the isles, i'm not sure who would be in eda's spot, maybe lilith, or maybe we got wild and put someone like terra here XDD
But willow starts to feel more confident in herself and her abilities and embrace her love of plants here, she loves the sports, makes a new friend in gus and luz, and challenges the notions set against her.
Tho that's not all, hunter is magicless, but he's the top student and he's always trying to prove himself to his uncle, who runs his own company (maybe he makes artificial magic stuff idk). And he and willow start off on the wrong foot but form a romance over time as hunter learns to stand up to his uncle.
(Huntlow Romance happening along the way)
Caleb and Evelyn also run the company as co-owners and frequently argue with philip about the pressure he puts on hunter but eventually they do put their foot down. (Also maybe some witteclaw kids are hunter's siblings)
on top of that, the Blights are the royal family of the isles, odalia turning the world more cooperate and alador rarely having the ability to stand up to her. Amity and her siblings are all "Golden guard" types, but while edric and emira rarely take the job seriously, amity does because of how much she's under odalia's foot and she feels the pressure to live up to her expectations.
So yeah, we got blights vs Willow in a whole new way here.
That's an outline of this au, i don't have a lot else to say on it, there's plenty of room to mess with it, but i think there's potential to have it's own fun unique direction. 
 maybe the wittebanes are still human, maybe odalia also is working with the collector to keep her on the top, lotta room for fun here.
So yeah, fun swap aus with twists that could make them into unique canon divergence/swap aus, they don’t have to follow canon to an exact, they’re a fun spin on the canon show + putting characters into each other’s roles.
and i loved coming up with them, even if i don’t complete them into a full project myself
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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 years ago
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Hey 👋
Can I give you three promts for the writing challenge?
With Frank Adler, Friends to Lovers and the Dialogue "You're funny, but I can tell you’re hiding something."
Oh I love this and I haven't written for Frank for ages! Thank you for sending in some prompts and I hope you enjoy!
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Locked In - Frank Adler x Reader
Summary: Your usual Friday night with Frank takes a surprising turn
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: Language! Fluff! Tiny bit of Angst!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics​
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“You’re gonna be hanging out with Y/N right?” Mary asks from her spot on the floor as she played with her Legos.
“Yeah… why?” Frank asks slowly frowning slightly.
“No reason” Mary states with a shrug of her shoulders.
Franks hums nodding his head and going back to the work he was doing. Sceptically watching Mary as she continued to play wondering if Mary was up to something.
“Is she coming here?” Mary asks after a few minutes.
“Yeah, then we’ll be going out to the bar like we usually do” Frank nods, Mary was definitely up to something but he couldn’t work out what.
“Will she be here before I go to Roberta’s?” Mary asks hopefully, Frank’s shoulders relaxing, Mary wasn’t up to something she just wanted to see you.
“Depends on when Roberta wants to take you to the movies,” Frank tells her as he focuses back on his work.
“Can you ask Y/N to come early so I can see her?” Mary asks.
Frank sighs softly “I’ll ask but I can’t promise anything okay?” He offers as he reaches for his phone.
Mary grins back at him “Thanks Frank!”
Frank chuckles lightly, shaking his head as he quickly texts you before getting back to the work he was doing.
Later that evening Frank was just tidying up the plates from dinner when he heard you knock on the front door. Quickly drying his hands he made a move to open the door but Mary flew past him and beat him to it.
“Y/N!” Mary shouted hugging you tightly before you even had the chance to step inside.
“Hey sweetpea, you alright?” You smile hugging her back.
“Yep, me and Roberta are going to the movies tonight” Mary grins.
“Oh wow, what are you watching?” You ask her with a warm smile.
“The new Lightyear movie,” Mary says making you gasp.
“Well, I am very jealous! I’m stuck with Frank all evening” you smirk glancing up at Frank.
Franks huff shaking his head “well you’re more than welcome to join them” he offers “just because you have a crush on the voice actor” he mumbles under his breath.
“I’m good, maybe another time” you grin “how you doing?” You say walking over to hug Frank.
“Good, ready for a night out,” Frank says with a tired nod of his head.
“Well it’s a good thing I’m here then” you smirk “oh that reminds me I tried to come in through the back door but it wouldn’t budge”
“Yeah the locks busted, someone’s coming out tomorrow, at least it's stuck locked rather than unlocked,” Frank says with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Yeah that is lucky, so what time are we heading out?” You ask as you put your purse down on the couch.
“Soon after Mary heads over, speaking of which, Mary have you got everything you need?” Frank calls out looking over your shoulder at Mary.
“Yep!” She calls back as she picks up Fred to give him a cuddle.
“I just need to finish clearing up too,” Frank says gesturing to the kitchen behind him with his thumb.
“No worries let me help, I’ll dry while you wash” you offer with a shrug of your shoulders, Frank goes to argue but you hold your finger up to stop him “Don’t bother telling me to relax because I’m gonna help so c’mon,” you say pushing past him into the kitchen.
A short while later Mary ran into the kitchen “Frank, Roberta’s waving for me to come over, can I go?”
“Sure thing, see you in the morning squirt” Frank nods drying his hands.
“‘Kay!” Mary smiles before turning on her heels to leave.
“Oi don’t we get a goodnight?” Frank questions, his brow raised.
“Goodnight!” She calls back as she runs out the door and towards Roberta.
Frank lets out a huff and he shakes his head “well at least we can finally get out of here” he sighs “I just gotta change my shirt and we’ll go”
“Fine but don’t put on that yellow Hawaiian one, I hate it,” you tell him firmly.
“There’s a fine line between love and hate” Frank smirks over his shoulder, earning a roll of the eyes from you as he disappears into his bedroom.
He reappeared a couple of minutes later in a light blue shirt “right let's go” he says clapping his hands together “there's a beer with my name on it at the bar”
“I’ll second that” you chuckle as you follow him over to the door.
But as he goes to open it the door refuses to open “what the fuck” he mutters trying again but with litter success.
“What’s going on?” You ask frowning in confusion.
“The door won’t open, it seems to be stuck on something,” Frank says trying to open it again with more force.
“Careful! You don’t wanna break it!” You tell him, shaking your head.
“Well, how else are we supposed to get out to the bar?” Frank argues.
“We’re not going to able to go to the bar if you break the door! Look just call Roberta, see if she can help us” you point out.
“Fine” Frank huffs patting down his jeans, frowning when he couldn’t find his phone “were the hell did i-“ he mutters as he turns around to look for his phone.
“Do you want me to call it?” You say knowingly.
“Yeah” Frank grumbles as he continues to look.
You roll your eyes as you open up your purse and start looking for your phone “that’s strange I could have sworn I left the house with it” you mumble as you put your bag down and start emptying its contents, your phone nowhere to be found.
“You lost your phone too?” Frank asks brow arched.
“No, I just forgot it clearly, look we can find yours somewhere, where did you last have it?” You ask standing back up hands on your hips.
“Um, either my work desk or the kitchen” he guesses scratching the back of his neck.
“Okay well you check the desk, I’ll do the kitchen and check your bedroom too, you might have taken it in there when you changed” you sigh heading into the kitchen.
After half an hour of searching the entire apartment, you still hadn’t found Frank’s phone. You collapse back onto the couch while Frank paces back and forth shaking his head.
“What the hell are we gonna do?” He says.
“We’re gonna have to wait until Roberta gets back with Mary,” you tell him.
“That’s gonna be hours!” Frank complains “fahk I was really looking forward to that beer” he huffs collapsing down on the couch next to you.
“Well, it’s a good thing I have this then,” you say leaning over the side of the couch to pull out a bottle of scotch.
“Why’d you have that?” Frank frowns in confusion as you twist open the top.
“Remember last Friday when we took the bottle from Fergs and promised we’d bring a full one back” you prompt taking a swig and passing the bottle to Frank.
“Vaguely” he sighs as he takes a large sip.
“Well that was the bottle, I’ll just have to get another” you shrug.
“I’ll pay for it since it’s kinda my fault we’re stuck” Frank offers.
“Nah it’s fine, it was out of your control,” you say shaking your head.
“Still fahking sucks, I did not plan to be here tonight,” he says with a long sigh.
“Yeah but it’s not like we’re doing anything different, we’re still just chatting and drinking, we’re just not in a slightly run down and noisy bar” you point out.
“True, and technically this booze is free” Frank hums nodding his head as he takes another sip of the scotch.
“Exactly and when Roberta gets back and frees us, if we still wanna we can head to the bar then” you suggest as you take the scotch from him.
“Sounds like a plan” Frank agrees holding his hand up for a high five, which you quickly give.
For the next couple of hours, you and Frank talked, laughed and slowly worked your way through the bottle of scotch. Frank got all his frustrations off his chest and you told him what had been going on at your job.
You let out a long sigh, slumping back against the back of the couch. Frank looked over at you from his position noticing the sad look in your eyes.
“Hey,” he says nudging your knee “What’s up? You’ve gone all quiet,” he says.
“Hm?” You hum looking over at him before shaking your head and waving him off “oh it’s nothing”
“It’s not nothing, my issue of trying to find a specific pony toy for mary was nothing and you listen to me rant on about that” Frank reminds you, hand on his chest.
You chuckle weakly before your smile falls a second later and let out another sigh “remember my ex that left me before I moved here?” You say looking over at him.
“Yeah” Frank hums his brows furrowing in concern.
“He’s getting married this weekend” you mutter before taking a long sip of scotch.
“Oh… I’m sorry” Frank says softly as he reaches out to put his hand on your shoulder.
“I just-“ you sniffle “I dunno I just never expected it to happen ya know… I think I was pretending it wasn’t real but then it just hit me this morning that it- it was real,” you say your hand shaking slightly as you wiped away your tears.
“Hey, c’mere” Frank sighs wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side.
“I mean I’m over him, but I just was so happy with him too and knowing he’s found his person and I haven’t just fucking sucks and it makes me wonder what the hell is wrong with me” you ramble.
“Hey, hey, hey there is nothing wrong with you,” Frank say pulling away enough to look down at you, cupping your cheek and tilting your head back enough so you were looking up at him.
“Then why is he getting married and I’m not” you sniffle, eyes glassy with tears.
“Because men are stupid, he was stupid for not wanting you, every man in the world is stupid for not wanting you because nobody can do better than you, you’re this amazing, beautiful, kind, caring woman and men are stupid for not…” Frank says the words dying in his throat, blinking a couple of times as he looked down at you “for not seeing what was right in front of him”
You blinked a couple of times in shock and Frank couldn’t blame you, he was in shock too. But not because of what he said, not really anyway, but because of the realisation he had while saying it. The realisation of what was right in front of him the whole time and how he never noticed it until right now.
“Frank I-“ you started but you didn’t get to finish your sentence as Frank surged forward and crashed his lips against yours.
Your squeak of surprise had him instantly pulling back. His eyes wide with worry as you stared back in shock, your hand raising, your fingers hesitantly touching your lips.
“Shit” Frank muttered “shit shit shit”
“Frank,” you said quietly, too quiet for Frank to hear you over his panic.
“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so so sorry” he continued shaking his head.
“Frank wait just-“ you say reaching out to touch his arm.
“I’ve fucked it all up, fahk” he mutters shaking his head before dropping your head into his hands.
“No frank you haven’t just-“ you try again.
“I’m so sorry and you’re trapped here, fahk” Frank groans shaking his head.
He heard you let out a small groan before you grabbed his cheeks, turned him to look at you and then crashed your lips against his.
When you pulled back Frank looked back at you in shock “you have not ruined anything Frank, far far from it” you promise him.
“I haven’t?” Frank mutters in disbelief.
“No, no of course not, I was just surprised that’s all I- I guess I never realised how much I wanted that until I got it” you admit with a small shrug of your shoulders.
“Honestly I didn’t either until I said what I said,” Frank says honestly, his hand moving to rest over yours
You let out a light chuckle, smiling warmly over at him “well thank god we got trapped here, I don’t think this would have happened if we’d gone to the bar” you chuckle, thumb stroking over his beard.
Frank chuckles before suddenly he remembers something, Mary had asked for his phone to take photos of Fred “the little gremlin” he grumbles.
“What?” You frown in confusion, sitting back.
“Mary took my phone, I’m guessing she has yours too because it’s not like you to forget it, and I bet whatever is blocking that door was put there by her when she left” he explains pointing over to the front door.
“And you texted me to come early because she wanted to see me” you add shaking your head “damn that kid is clever” you chuckle.
“God she’s gonna be in so much trouble when I see her” Frank mutters shaking his head.
“Well while her methods were questionable, I’d say she got some pretty great results” you smirk leaning closer, hand running over his chest.
A lopsided grin grows on Frank's face “very true, I’ll still be having words in the morning but in the meantime why don’t we just enjoy ourselves” he smirks.
“Sounds perfect” you grin, taking his hand and following him into the bedroom.
The following morning, both you and Frank were woken by someone knocking on the door. Frank passed you one of his shirts while he slips on a pair of sweatpants.
Frank pokes his head out of the door and sees Roberta standing by the window by the front door, peering in “it's Roberta with Mary, wait here” he says looking over his shoulder at you.
Walking over to the door he points to whatever it was that was blocking it. Roberta nods and quickly moves it out of the way, allowing Frank to open the door.
“Hey when you didn’t come over to pick her up, I was starting to get worried so popped over,” Roberta says as he opens the door.
“I know, something was blocking the door so we couldn’t get out,” Frank says looking down at Mary “what even was it?”
“A bunch of wood that you were gonna make a bench out of ages ago,” Roberta says.
“Hm interesting, you wouldn’t happen to know how that got there would you Mary?” Frank asks arching a brow.
“How would I know? I’m only 8 how I’m too small to move all that” Mary says shoving past him, going to grab Fred.
“You’re funny, but I know you’re hiding something” Frank states following after her “like where you’ve hidden mine and Y/N’s phone?”
“I dunno,” Mary says refusing to meet his gaze.
“Mary this is serious” Frank states “did you even think what could have happened if there was an emergency or a fire!”
“Frank, calm down no harm was done,” you say appearing from the bedroom.
A wide grin grows on Mary’s face when she sees you “yes I knew it would work!” She exclaims.
“So you did do it!” Frank states crossing his arms over his chest.
“Only because you two are perfect for each other!” Mary argues.
“That’s no excuse! Now I want you to go apologise to Y/N for stealing her phone” Frank says pointing over to you.
“Sorry Y/N,” she says with a remorseful sigh.
“It's okay sweetpea, no harm done,” you tell her gently.
“Now go to your room, you’re grounded for the rest of the weekend,” Frank tells her pointing to her room “no buts now go” he warns when she goes to argue.
Mary huffs in annoyance but does as she’s told, stomping off to her bedroom.
“Thanks for having her last night Roberta, hope she wasn’t an issue” Frank sighs turning back to face Roberta.
“It’s nothing, and hey,” she says before lowering her voice “if you wanna unground her, I can watch her while you two finally go on your first date” she winks.
Frank glances over at you to see a smirk growing on your face “would be nice to get out” you smirk.
Frank didn’t even need to think for a second before he called out to Mary “Mary I’ve changed my mind”
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landofzero-archive · 11 months ago
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Ougonten - Account of the Dragon's Ascension 2
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Writer: Kanata Haruka
Season: Winter
(Location: Starmony Dorms (Ritsu and Mika's Room))
(The next day)
Mika: Haah…… It’s still cold outside. Even just going out in the hallway for a moment irritates my skin.
Ritsu: Welcome back, Mikari~n. It’s still cold out there isn’t it. That’s why today is the day to  just relax under the kotatsu.
Come on, Mikarin hurry up and get under. You’re cold aren’t you?
Mika: I can’t! I already know that if I get put under the spell of the kotatsu I won’t be able ta do anything else!
It’s a rare day off, so I have no choice but ta concentrate on my art activities or else I’ll never be able ta face Oshi-san.
Ritsu: That’s what you say, but Mikarin doesn’t like the cold either. If you don’t keep yourself warm, you’ll get sick, and I think that’s rather inefficient~
See, there’s something special about drinking warm tea while cozying up under a kotatsu~♪♪
Mika: Uuu, if I do it just a little bit…… But I know just a little bit could be fatal.
But…… It’s still cold outside! Just for a little while, just for five minutes—
Mitsuru: Hmhm. Mika-ni~chan and the kotatsu’s magic power? It seems like he can’t resist it.
Mika: Uwah!? Why’s Mitsuru-kun in the kotatsu!?
Mitsuru: Wawah!? Mika-ni~chan found me! I gotta dash away~!
Mika: So fast!? What the heck’s goin’ on……?
Ritsu: He got here while you were out of the room, so I let him in. I wonder if he wanted to get under the kotatsu together.
But to escape from the kotatsu’s evil influence with such speed…… It’s pretty impressive~
Mika: He just wanted ta get under the kotatsu? I wonder if that’s really true. I think he was talkin’ about me……
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(Location: Handicrafts Club Room)
(Another day)
Mika: It fills me with a lot of emotion to think that I’ll be able to work in the club room fer a little while longer.
Maybe it’d be a good idea to come up with a design based on a graduation or early spring theme? Um, I guess I haven't brought my sketchbook back home yet.
Mitsuru: Stare~………
Mika: I feel eyes on me from the entrance!? Who’s there!?
Mitsuru: Wa-……!?
Mika: Ah, he ran!
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(Location: Yumenosaki Hallway)
Mitsuru: Dash dash! Mika-ni~chan was working hard on his design today too~!
Mika: Aah, I can’t see ‘im anymore. But the voice I heard just now was Mitsuru-kun’s.
I feel like Mitsuru-kun’s been followin’ me around lately. Why’s he doin’ that……?
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(Location: Season Avenue)
(Another day)
Mika: (I came here ta buy some art supplies I didn’t have, but……)
Mitsuru: (Whispering) …… I can’t have Mika-ni~chan find me, it’s the beginning of an investigation.
Hmhm. He wanted to go out today. Is he going somewhere to play?
But playing alone would be boring. Maybe it’s just shopping……?
I’m interested either way! It looks like I’ll be able to get some good information on Mika-ni~chan!♪
Mika: (Uuu…… I knew it- it’s Mitsuru-kun. Why’s he following me around?
I’m not really comfortable bein’ followed around forever. Alright, if things turn out like this, then I’ll ambush him around that corner……)
Mitsuru: Ah, I’m gonna lose him! I have to hurry and catch up—
Mika: Mitsuru-kun! I caught ya!
Mitsuru: Uwah!? Mika-ni~chan ambushed me!?
Mika: I noticed ya were followin’ behind me. More importantly, why are you doin’ this?
Mitsuru: Th-That’s……
Ah, there’s Oshi-san-senpai over there!
MIka: Eh!? Why’s Oshi-san here in a place like this!? He never said anythin’ about comin’ back……!
Huh? I can’t see Oshi-san anywhere……
Mitsuru: Sorry, Mika-ni~chan! I gotta run away now, babyuu~n☆
Mika: Ah, I got tricked! I said I wouldn’t let him get away, but he’s already that far away……!?
As expected from the track and field club…… I can’t help but feel motivated ta chase after him.
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(Location: Starmony Dorms Common Area)
Mika: (In the end, Mitsuru-kun keeps running away from me, and I don’t know why he’s following me around.
I feel like I’m being watched by Mitsuru-kun all the time, so I can’t concentrate on my creative activities……)
For now, I’ll just have some tea and calm down……
Haah, seriously. If I did somethin’ ta Mitsuru-kun, I just wanna apologize properly.
Nagisa: …… You seem really worried, Mika-kun. If you have any worries, I’ll hear you out.
Mika: Ngah!? Ran-senpai suddenly called out ta me! Ya surprised me!
Nagisa: …… I’m sorry. I was already in the room, but I guess you didn’t notice.
Mika: That seems ta be the case. I’m sorry for botherin’ ya while ya were relaxin’?
Nagisa: …… It’s an apology with undertones to it, it seems. Should I just accept that you don’t want to apologize to me?
Mika: …… Uuu, you’re forgiving. Since you’re a member of ex-fine, I got defensive on reflex.
I know that Ran-senpai meant well earlier when ya said ya would listen ta me, but……
Nagisa: …… The fact that I hurt you all in the past will not change. It’s only natural that Mika-kun wouldn’t meekly accept my help.
…… This is my nosiness. You are free to refuse or accept my help. Don’t worry about it.
…… Judging from your soliloquy earlier, it seems that Tenma-kun is also involved in your troubles. Perhaps we should hear what he has to say.
Mika: Eh, wait a second! Did you just say we were gonna talk to Mitsuru-kun?
Nagisa: …… I get along well with Tenma-kun. If he’s having trouble then I want to help him.
Mika: Ngah~, when ya put it like that  it’s hard to say no. I don’t want ya ta do anythin’ unnecessary……
Haah…… I’ll be honest with ya this time. I also want ta hear from Mitsuru-kun.
Actually, recently I’ve been having trouble with Mitsuru-kun followin’ me around.
Even when I’d try to ask him why, he’d just run away and there was nonthin’ I could do.
Nagisa: …… Hmm. Even if I try to guess the reason for his behavior, I don’t have enough information to come up with an answer.
…… It would be quicker to ask Tenma-kun directly. He should be in the library now.
Mika: Really? Isn’t it unexpected that Mitsuru-kun’s in the library?
Nagisa: …… It looked like he was writing. If you want to corner him so he can’t escape, now might be a good opportunity.
Mika: The way ya said “corner” is kinda unsettling……?
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IMYM: Chapter 18 Guardian of Nothing: Ribbon
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It wasn’t Nightmare’s fault Ribbon suffered from graphic dreams that night. It was his aura and Ribbon’s over-creative imagination.
Ribbon wandered by himself in the castle gardens. The sky was cloudy and stormy, but that didn’t bother him. It was always gloomy in Nightmare’s AUs. The farther he walked, the more the flowers wilted. He wanted to turn back, but something kept pushing him forward. Everything was fine until he closed his eye sockets.
A hand shot out and covered his mouth with a chloroform rag. He struggled and screamed which only made him breathe more of the poison. Ribbon cried out. Whoever grabbed him had a rough grip and a strong smell of butterscotch. The doll couldn’t process it as he passed out.
Again, Ribbon blinked, and the next thing he knew he was in a bedroom. Wait, this place looked familiar . . . The Star Sanses’ Clubhouse, oh. He was in the guest room, which was one of the most boring rooms. The walls didn’t have any color but beige. The only furniture was a queen-sized bed, a nightstand, a mirror, and a lamp. Ribbon stretched and got off the bed. The poison in his lungs made it hard to breathe.
Ribbon walked through the familiar hallways. Something was different, but he couldn’t tell what. His memory of the full clubhouse was fuzzy, it’s been a long time since he was here. It was hard to explain, but despite that, something was off.
“We have no other options but this. What else is there to do? Wipe his memories and retrain him to be a hero? That doesn’t excuse what he’s done. We have to send him away. It’s the only way we’ll be safe. Ink deserves it for his betrayal.”
Ribbon froze when he heard Core Frisk’s voice. He peeked around the corner at them, Blue, and Dream. Dream had his face in his hands. Blue kept his hand close to him, but he looked away from him.
Blue spoke. “They’re right, Dream. We can’t trust Ink anymore. He’s not our friend, he’s a monster, I don’t care what he says. He worked for Nightmare! He murdered people! He left us for him! He abandoned his job! And he’s so dependent on Nightmare that he can’t even take care of himself!”
Dream moved his fingers aside so his left eye light was exposed. “Is that the plan? Leave him alone in the void to die? That would be torture!”
“I know, but we have to! What if Ink is spying for Nightmare? It’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone.”
Core put a hand on Dream’s shoulder. “Ink is dead, Dream. The person in the guest room is someone else. Someone evil. Someone who doesn’t deserve a second chance.”
Dream looked up at them. His eye lights flickered from upset to angry. It was too quick for him, or was Dream always like that? Ribbon couldn’t remember well. “Fine, if that’s what’s best for him . . . fine. I’ll tell him tonight and we can take him-”
Ribbon let a whimper slip, though he didn’t remember opening his mouth. The three turned in his direction. They looked angrier than he’s ever seen. Especially Dream, whose sympathetic gaze turned to fury.
“You were eavesdropping, weren’t you?” Dream stood up. “WEREN’T YOU?”
“I-I didn’t mean to . . .” Ribbon’s voice broke as Dream towered over him. He was taller than Ribbon remembered. “I’m sorry. Please don’t punish me.”
Dream raised a hand and Ribbon ducked. He would never even think about running from Nightmare, but Dream was different. At least Nightmare’s punishments were done out of love. Ribbon slipped beneath his arm and ran down the hall.
“Ink! Come back! That’s an order!” Blue shouted.
He didn’t listen and kept running. He made it to the entryway and pulled on the door. It was locked. Ribbon tugged on it until Dream, Blue, and Core showed up. Oh stars, what did he do? Maybe he could smash through a window?
Ribbon tried to break the window only for his left arm to nearly get yanked from its socket. Core and Blue grabbed them and kicked his legs so he kneeled. He fought to break himself free, but they wouldn’t budge. Blue crushed his left foot under his boot with a sickening crack. Ribbon bit his cheekbone to keep from crying. It hurt, it hurt, it HURT-
Dream stomped up to him and punched him in the jaw. Ribbon’s vision blurred as he struggled to stay quiet. His limbs tingled. He wasn’t sure if Dream liked begging the way Nightmare did and didn’t plan to risk it.
“We’re going to lock you away and there’s nothing you can say or do about it. You betrayed the entire Doodlesphere for a crush, my brother of all people!” Dream wiped his eye sockets. “I can’t believe you, Ink! Why would you do this? You were the good guy! And now you’re no better than Nightmare and his team.”
Ribbon cringed away. Don’t yell at me. Please stop yelling at me.
Blue summoned a bone attack and shoved it through his arm. Ribbon yipped and tears ran down his face. Why did he ever think they were his friends? Tsk, who was he kidding? A dumb toy wasn’t worth that kind of kindness.
Core twisted his wrist. The hurt was weird and distant, but he still felt some kind of white-hot pain. Ribbon looked over and nearly screamed. His hand, oh stars where was his hand? On the floor. Of course it was.
Ribbon couldn’t hold it in anymore and cried. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Please give me one more chance! I’ll be a good doll! I’ll do whatever you want! Please let me go! Don’t send me away!”
“You don’t get a second chance, traitor!” Dream cursed. He punched Ribbon in the jaw again. “If you can’t even think of an excuse as to why you turned your back on everyone, then you don’t get . Oh, stop crying! You’re faking it!”
“I’m not! Please stop-stop!”
Another punch. Ribbon’s mouth filled with metallic-tasting blood. He “Dolls don’t say stop. You out of all people should know this,” Dream said.
Blue rolled his eye lights. “Ribbon’s not a person. Ribbon’s a toy. An it.”
“You out of all toys should know this. There. Is that better?”
“Yep!” Blue smiled innocently.
Core tied his wrists together with scratchy rope. Ribbon cried out when they tightened it; he couldn’t feel his remaining hand. He wasn’t a huge fan of Nightmare restraining him, but at least he did it with soft ribbons or his tendrils. “Everyone is going be better off without you. Even Nightmare doesn’t love you, he’s just using you.
“That’s not true! NIGHTMARE! NIGHTMARE HELP!” Ribbon screamed. He wanted his boyfriend so badly. Where was he? Why wasn’t he rescuing him? Were they right? Did he abandon him?
“See? You still choose him over us!” Blue said. He crushed his other foot. Ribbon bit his tongue. He didn’t have the energy to struggle. Everything burned. He couldn’t take this cruelty much longer. This stupid dream wouldn’t let him pass out.
Core stood taller and forced Ribbon to stand on his broken feet. He sobbed. “Okay, we’ve tortured it long enough. Let’s drop it in the void and we can start rewriting history and pretend it never existed! Everyone will forget it in a few years.”
That last sentence stung worse than his broken feet. No one would remember him? No! He didn’t want to be forgotten! Ribbon cried harder.
“Alright, let’s go!” Blue said. He sounded waytoo cheery for someone about to commit murder.
Ribbon, Core, and the Stars teleported to the Garden of Doors. They were all there at first, but after a blink, they disappeared. Only one door remained, the one that led into the void.
Not wanting to be shattered across time and space, Ribbon couldn’t help but try begging one more time. “W-wait! I can be good! You can train me to obey your orders, give me a new personality, rename me, and I’ll even let you treat me like an animal! Just don’t do this! Spare me! Please!”
They threw him into the void. The last thing he saw was Blue’s glassy, hate-filled eye lights.
“No! Come back! I’m sorry!” Ribbon called as they shut the door. He half-swam half-squirmed to it, but it was gone. All alone in the void. Again.
Ribbon’s hands began to crack as his emotions drained. How did he run out of emotions already? And it never hurt this much before. It felt like he had a vacuum on his chest, sucking out his bones and shattering them in the process. If he could, Ribbon would’ve screamed. Half of his ribcage was gone. His legs were ripped apart by an invisible force and crumbled to dust. His pelvis followed, and then his spine. It felt like he was being burned and frozen at the same time.
The doll screamed. “Someone! Anyone! Help me! I’m scared!”
Ribbon snapped awake, his body sweating. He was still in Nightmare’s bed. He turned to see him, but he wasn’t there. He panicked and shot up, only to realize he had a hand on his face. Nightmare was sitting up and studying him. He had to have heard his crying or felt his kicking. But why didn’t he wake him up?
Nightmare’s thumb stroked his cheekbone. “Are you okay, Ribbon?” he whispered. “It’s two in the morning and your aura is negative enough to give me an adrenaline rush. You were screaming my name and begging for mercy, and you’re still trembling.”
Ribbon hugged him as tight as he could. He wanted to make sure he was there and he wasn’t still dreaming. Nightmare held him, rubbing his skull and making shushing noises. The touch didn’t feel fake in the distance like with the Stars. Ribbon took a deep breath. “It was a really bad dream, but I’m a bit better now, thanks,” he said. The repeated motion was soothing.
“Would you like to tell me what it was about?”
Ribbon shuddered. “. . . I got kidnapped by the Stars. They took me from you, beat me up, told me no one loved or remembered me, and threw me into the void. I lost all my emotions and . . . and . . . I died alone. They hurt me!”
Nightmare didn’t stop petting him. Ribbon leaned into the touches, confused when he did stop and lay his hand over his foreskull. "I see. Your mind might be giving you a warning. Guardians can have dreams that predict the future. And if yours affected you this badly, well . . ."
Ribbon thought about it. He knew about the dreams thing already but . . . He looked at Nightmare's face, which was a weird mix of worry and something else. "They're actually going to hurt me?"
"That's right." He muttered something under his breath and a faint glow came from his hand. Ribbon shuddered as he felt a million cold needles in his skull. A glowing teal light shivered down Nightmare’s arm as he absorbed his emotions. He removed his hand. “There. As a thank you for the negative energy, you won’t have any more dreams for the rest of the night. Sleep well, I need you rested.”
Ribbon shifted and looked Nightmare directly in his pretty eye light. “Nightmare, do you get nightmares?”
“Constantly. But I’m used to them. Now no more speaking, go to sleep.” He brought them both down on the bed. Nightmare wrapped his tendrils around his body like an apple-scented cocoon. Ribbon buried his face in his chest, listening to the soft sound of his breathing. He felt a lot safer. Even though Nightmare sometimes hurt him, he would rather cuddle with him than be all alone.
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Like Nightmare said, he didn’t get any more dreams, which relieved him. But Ribbon couldn’t stop thinking about the one he had. In his head, it made perfect sense. Dream, Blue, and Core were all peace protectors. Ribbon worked with the biggest evil team in the multiverse. Maybe they’d been wanting to beat and banish him all along, but it was easier now that he was softer.
No wonder Nightmare wouldn’t let him leave the castle without him. The world outside was so scary, how did he never see it before?
But that was all a week ago, he was fine now. Ribbon stayed inside, busying himself with chores as he was told. He dusted off the fireplace and living room. When he was with the Star Sanses, he hated chores. He used to do them as fast as he could and called it a day. But this was soothing. Maybe that came along with embracing this new lifestyle.
He wished he could do more for Nightmare. He wanted to make up for his kindness. He was so good to him, much better than he should’ve been to a dumb little doll. Well, he did have another training session today, he could do a great job at that. Ribbon looked at the grandfather clock in the room. He had ten minutes to finish his chores since Nightmare wanted him in there at exactly one o’clock. Sharp. He wouldn't like it if he wasn't there.
And before he knew it, the time flew by and Ribbon was back in that training room. Nightmare held a thin flashlight up to his eyes lights, like a cat laser. They were working on his stillness again. Specifically on mastering a permanent slow blink and his head tilts. Etiquette lessons could actually be fun when he wasn’t messing up and needing punishment.
“Slower, slower, too slow. Try to put two seconds between opening and closing. That’s it. Good . . .” Nightmare said as flickered the laser between his eye lights.
An itch inside Ribbon’s head didn’t like this. He wanted to kick his feet or mess with his hands but he knew better. Good dolls didn't do either, they didn't even think about doing either! He had to fix that about himself. Ribbon kept his breathing slow the way Nightmare liked. The blinking was tricky, his eye sockets didn't want to comply and blinked on their own, but he got the hang of it.
“You have been doing so much better, my little lamb. I’ve been taking notes of your progress and your last month's record is so much worse than now. You used to never be able to sit still. In fact, you’re being so good, you're ready for a little test I had planned.”
Ribbon tilted his head and looked up at Nightmare. “A little test?”
Nightmare nodded. “Yes, you've proven you won't run away from me, so the next logical step is to see what you can do without my guidance."
"You're going to leave me?” Ribbon breathing caught as panic built up in his chest. What did he do wrong? He must have done something wrong!But he couldn't think of anything he did wrong.He squeezed his upper arms. “Why- why aren't you going with me? I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave me on my own, I won't last without-”
“Shh, did I say anything about this being permanent? No.” Nightmare tilted his chin up, covering up his neck charm so Ribbon wouldn't pull it again. “You're overreacting, it will be for no longer than a few hours. I have an assignment set up for Killer, Horror, and Dust and you will be going with them. You’re getting supplies because we're running low on medicine, then you're coming back home to me.”
Ribbon took a deep breath. Nightmare rubbed his cheek with his tendril and Ribbon leaned into it. He loved how cold it was, it was like one of those cooling packs wrapped in a soft blanket.
Once Nightmare saw he wasn't freaking out anymore, he continued to explain. “Three nights from now, you’re going to help them in a supply run. I have work to do, so I unfortunately can’t go along. It’s a simple enough task for you. You shouldn’t need to commit any violence unless someone attacks you first. But you must still bring your parasol. There won’t be an issue, will there?”
Ribbon shook his head. “No, there won’t be an issue at all. I’ll be good and listen to them, I promise.”
“There’s my good little doll. Oh, you still have your paints to take, don't you?” Nightmare pat his head. Ribbon nuzzled his head into his hand. Nightmare stood up and walked over to his vials. He took a glass and mixed all the colors together. He even added extra yellow as a treat. Nightmare came back and pushed the glass up to Ribbon’s mouth. “Open up.”
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Ribbon waited on the castle step for the other three to take him. He adjusted his pink beret and drew pictures with Blossom on the ground, he decided that as the name of his parasol. He didn’t want to leave without Nightmare. All the other times, except the once when he was disobedient, Nightmare was with him. He never left on his own since then. He liked the MTT, but it wasn't the same as-
A loud boom snapped him out of his thoughts and he screamed. Ribbon ducked and hid his face in his parasol, peeking from the side. Killer held a red popped balloon in one hand and his knife in his other.
Killer stared at him in surprise, blinking his wide eye sockets. "Holy shit, he wasn't kidding. You are really easy to scare now." His shock turned into a weird laugh. Ribbon smiled and pulled his string to giggle with him. It had to be a little funny if Killer thought so. He was still shaken up, but he pushed the thoughts away.
Dust and Horror teleported behind him. Horror stared at the balloon in Killer’s hand and ripped it out. “Boss isn’t . . . going to like that . . . you did that.”
Killer mumbled something under his breath that Ribbon couldn't hear. Dust sighed at whatever it was he said and walked away.
Dust held something in his hand. It was a bottle with black liquid inside. Oh, Nightmare’s magic! Of course! He didn’t know he could do that, but Nightmare was really powerful. Ribbon wondered what else he didn’t know about his boyfriend.
“Boss gave us just enough of his magic to get us to Fellswap and back. We can’t waste anything.” Dust half-muttered half-told the group. Ribbon nodded, even if he didn’t like the idea of Dust being the one with the portals. He didn’t want to be anywhere he was when he was holding scary things. The vial looked too much like a syringe for his liking. Hopefully, Horror and Killer would keep him far away from him.
Dust measured out the vial with his finger and poured half of it onto the ground. The liquid churned until a darker swirling gap appeared inside the liquid. Ribbon looked back at the castle as Killer leaped in first. Horror was next. Ribbon looked into the portal and gulped. He hesitated. His team was safe, his team was good, nothing-
“Get in.” Dust said with a firm expression. Ribbon jumped in. He landed in Fellswap’s Snowdin. The cold snow soaked through his shoes and socks. Ew . . . .Ribbon jumped onto a rock to keep himself dry.
Killer and Horror brushed themselves off. Horror passed Killer an envelope. The murderer snatched it and opened it up to a list. Ribbon peeked over at it, but he couldn't read anything on it. A lot of the stuff looked fancy and specific too. Killer cocked his head.
“That’s how . . . Boss gave it to me. Don’t know, he’s fancy like . . . that.” Ribbon nodded in agreement to Horror’s words. But it did make him miss Nightmare already, even if they just left. He stared at the portal.
Dust jumped through the void and landed on the edge. He kicked snow and dirt over the portal until it faded away. He stared at it for a long time until he sighed and looked at the team.
“Come on, let’s make this quick.” Dust said. Killer summoned one of his red knives as defense and Ribbon messed with Blossom. The four began to walk through Fellswap's Snowdin. It looked almost exactly like Undertale, but in shades of gold and red. There weren't many citizens in the town-- most of them didn't like each other --but the ones that were there made Ribbon scared. They all wore leather jackets, spiked collars, and chains. Some of them glared and growled at the team, while others whispered and ran.
Horror held the blade of his axe on Ribbon’s side and nudged him away from the monsters. He was wandering too far off. That included Killer and Dust.
The shop was tucked behind most of the other ones. It was a run-down black building with almost no decorations, nothing but a scary sign with the word SHOP on it. He wouldn't be surprised if sharp claws scraped out the sign, or a rusty knife.
Ribbon pulled his string to talk, and his first sound was a small cry. "Is- is this the right place? It doesn't look right . . ."
Killer nodded. "Yep. Relax, it's not as bad on the inside! You're going to be fine."
It smelt like cigarette smoke on the inside. Ribbon stood out with his bright pink colors in the musty gold and black shop. Food and healing items covered an entire wall. Bottles of liquid lined the walls and weapons scattered across the ground and on hooks. Ribbon moved not to step on a spear tip. The entire building only had two lightbulbs and no windows. He wanted Nightmare more than ever. A single monster worked in the shop. Their entire body was covered by a cloak with only a scorpion tail and claws for hands. Ribbon stepped back.
"Different guy than normal . . . eh, it's fine." Killer walked straight up to the counter and slapped the list down. The clerk turned around and tensed up. Killer didn't budge and unfolded the paper. "Hello. I got a little order from Lord Nightmare Joku, ASAP."
Dust held his gun up to the store clerk’s head as he hesitated. “And don’t even think about screamin’ for anyone to intervene. The only reason we’re payin' instead of robbin' is because Boss insisted us to.”
The clerk went pale and he took the list from Killer’s hand. He looked over it and skitted around the store, gathering things.
Dust turned from the clerk to Ribbon. He lowered the gun because he was getting what he wanted. He pointed toward the door. “Ribbon, go watch over the spot we came in through the portal so no one touches it. The magic works better when we're close to the original summonin' spot, it's sorcery memory."
Ribbon lit up at the order and nodded, anything to get out of this creepy place. He ran out the door and back to the spot. He made it there without trouble, and luckily without running into anyone. But that was probably because he spent the time sneaking through the shadows and alleys. He sat down on the same large rock as before, waiting for the MTT to finish the supply run.
As he sat, Ribbon spotted a movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked down. It was a stray piece of magic left over from the first portal. It must've escaped Dust, poor little guy. Ribbon crouched down and poked at it. It was the closest thing to Nightmare and the closest thing back home, so it made him happy.
His fingertips went cold with magic. Against his will, paint shot from out of his fingers and mixed with the goop on the ground. The two powers mixed until a small portal formed, which grew bigger until it was the perfect size for Ribbon. He jumped back and stared at his hand in confusion. Did he . . . influence the portal magic? How? And where? Ribbon had so many questions, but the biggest one was where the portal went.
Ribbon gently reached for the doorway and touched it. The colors got clearer and opened to a strange AU. The doll hesitated, but he stepped outside; his curiosity was too strong. He crawled through and looked around. Unlike Fellswap, this AU had a lot of colors, rainbow splatters covered the walls. The entire floor drowned in a layer of paper packets. Ribbon's eye lights immediately went to the shiny glowing ball in the center of the room. It was so pretty, but he could've sworn he heard whispering. It must have been the wind.
“What . . . what is this place? Why . . . no, it’s okay, it’s okay, it's alright. I’m okay. Someone will come for me.” Ribbon looked around. He was sure he could figure this out. It kept tugging at a spot in his memory, but he couldn't think of what. It was so close too . . .
He walked around the rainbow place. It was small, too small, and too colorful. The messy rainbows hurt his eye lights. Whoever lived here had terrible taste in colors. Wait, that was too judgemental. Ribbon didn't know who was here before. He touched the beanbag with his gloved fingertips.
Then there was the pile of papers for AUs, even though he wasn't sure how he figured it out that quickly. It overflowed and spilled onto the ground. Ribbon picked one of them up and flipped through the pages of drawings. Characters, designs, worlds they were pretty, but how was he supposed to bring them to life? He knew he needed Broomie, but Broomie was gone. Some even had notes scrawled on them such as 'Where are you? It's been 3 weeks and you haven't made a single new universe!'
That's when he remembered. This place was his doodle AU he made new AUs in! He used to spend so much time in here. He hadn't done this job for so long that he forgot how to do it. It was back when . . . oh. No, bad thoughts.
He kept searching the room until he stumbled across a massive pile of pictures. He picked up the top one off. It was of a skeleton who looked exactly like him. Ink flashed a peace sign in front of Horror, who was beaten up on the ground. Ribbon pressed his teeth together. He would never do that. Why was Ink so rude? Ribbon pushed past more pictures until he gasped at one. It was a drawing, a battle plan, and it was a plan to take advantage of Nightmare's sludge and freeze him alive. And Nightmare was . . . hurting. That had to be it.
This wasn't him. Ribbon had some of the memories, but they weren't his own. He wasn't part of the Star Sanses. He was on Nightmare's team! He was Nightmare's lover! Why was Nightmare the bad guy in all of these? Was he- no, no. It was a lie, a trap. The kidnapping was out of love, the pain was out of love. Nightmare made a terrible mistake by thinking he could be on his own. Ribbon couldn't, he couldn't, he
Ribbon shook, panicked, and tore the picture up, throwing the shreds on the floor. He grabbed another one of the AUs and ripped it too. It felt like the only way he could calm down and make it stop. He destroyed another, another, and another. The nasty feeling in his chest only got worse.
He wasn't Ink.
He was not INK!
Ribbon's attention went toward the magic glowing sphere in the center of the room. He could feel the power from here and it was calling out to him, wanting him to become a protector again. He couldn't, he wouldn't, he wouldn't be bad. It was all a trap. He was in trouble-
Ribbon screamed and stabbed the magic sphere with his parasol. “Come on, die, die, die! Stop it! Stop telling me what to do! Stop making AUs! I can’t help, just stop!”
With a loud crack, the sphere shook. Then it shattered into shiny translucent pieces across the floor. A shudder ran through Ribbon’s spine. The lights in the place began to flicker. He looked around. It was over. Ribbon shivered and closed his parasol up. Before he could process what he did (and the ramifications of it), the doll ran back through the portal. he landed back in Fellswap's snow. And right in front of the MTT. Dust was working on resummoning the portal and Horror held a massive sack bag. They all looked nervous.
Killer was the only one with his hands open so he grabbed Ribbon by the shoulders. “Ribbon! Where the hell have you been? We leave you alone for two minutes and you go missing! I thought boss was going to have our heads!”
Ribbon looked up at Killer and hid back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Something happened and . . . " He looked behind himself. Something kept him from telling the truth. "I'm really sorry, but I'm okay. Can we go home . . . pretty please?"
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Later that evening, as Ribbon took off his beret by one of the castle balconies, then he paused. A sudden wave of weakness took him over. It wasn't sleepiness, no. It reminded him of his nightmare when he had that vacuum feeling, sucking his magic dry. His chest ached and he leaned against the wall. He saw two different archways swirling around.
Ribbon took a heavy breath of air. He tried to pull his string to ask for help, but he couldn’t. His nonexistent ears rang and he raised his shoulders to cover them.
"Ribbon, is- Ribbon!' Nightmare sensed the negativity and caught him before he collapsed. He had been walking down the hall before seeing him fall over. Ribbon shivered and clung to his suit. He coughed and shivered, having no energy to stand up. He was freezing cold too. Did he get sick? Poisoned? Cursed? How? Could he fix it? He had to know something.
"What's the matter with you?" Nightmare set his hand on his head and felt around. “You don't have a fever." He adjusted Ribbon and held him in a comfy bridal carry. Ribbon held onto Nightmare tightly. Nightmare didn’t even look down at him as he sighed.
Ribbon closed his eye sockets as Nightmare carried him. Having him around was enough to make him feel better. He tried to sit up and got dizzy again. Nightmare’s tendril nudged him back down. The doll didn’t fight.
Nightmare opened the door to Ribbon’s room Ribbon caught his reflection in his vanity mirror. He wasn’t as pretty as he was supposed to be. His pink eyes lights were dim, his breathing was labored, and his face was pale. The blush on his cheek bones stood out more.
Nightmare lay hum in his soft bed. He covered him up and Ribbon clung to the teddy bear Nightmare gave him. It was white and little with big black eyes. Ribbon coughed. It sounded too scratchy and raspy for a doll. He wasn’t even coughing right!
Nightmare looked around Ribbon’s walls as he put him in bed. His tendril touched the baby pink walls and the blue, purple, and yellow flowers Ribbon painted on. He wasn’t all done, but he had his entire front wall covered in flowers. All the side walls had were sketches, sketches of fuzzy animals, and more flowers. Ribbon still couldn’t decide what he wanted the back wall to be yet. But it already felt better than the boring and dark walls the room used to have.
“Do- do you like it? Is it pretty?”
Nightmare looked closer at the walls before focusing his attention on Ribbon. He traced his fingers along his chest and lay his palm down. “It is pretty. I enjoy this new side of you. Keep drawing like this. Now be quiet so I can find out what happened to you.”
Ribbon went silent. He even muffled his coughs. Nightmare summoned a bit of teal magic and held it in on his chest, close to where his soul would be. After a while, he hummed. Nightmare set his hand on his forehead, then on his cheek. “Oh, oh well that’s fascinating . . .”
"What is?" Ribbon took deep breaths and tried to stop his spinning head. “Am- am I going to be okay? What’s wrong with me?
“Your magic . . . it’s fading,” Nightmare said. His calm expression began to twitch. “Well, let me correct myself, your guardianship is fading. Your symptoms are similar to a normal monster's magic loss, but I never thought it could happen to you. I don't even understand why it happened now. Your team replaced you, Ribbon.”
Ribbon gulped, which turned into a cough. He groaned and leaned into his pillow. He hadn't seen the multiverse since the mission, was it really that bad? He hasn't told Nightmare about what happened in Ink's doodle AU, he was too scared to. "Am . . . am I going to be okay?"
“Oh, don’t fuss too much. It’s just like losing blood. If you lose too much, you’ll get sick and need rest. Most of your magic came from being the Guardian of Creativity. Without that . . . you may only be half as strong as you once were.” Nightmare looked away from him at that.
Ribbon’s eyes widened and he bit his lower jaw. He squeezed his bear tighter. “How . . . how bad is that? Can it be fixed? Am I broken?”
“Your guardianship? No, only if whoever they gave your powers away perishes or gives them back. I doubt either will happen. I once tried to do it with Dream, but I’ve never seen this happen before.” He looked down at Ribbon and sighed. “Yes, it can be fixed. I will give you a small transfer until you start healing yourself.”
Nightmare took a deep breath, held his hand to his chest, and rested it on top of Ribbon. Ribbon felt the tingling almost immediately, and it was good! Even better than good! His breathing steadied and he leaned into Nightmare’s hand. He rubbed his face in it, adoring his kindness.
With a sigh, Nightmare pulled his hand back. Ribbon could breathe easier thanks to the transfer. His head felt less cottony. He looked up at Nightmare. His eye darkened and he took heavy breaths to recover.
Nightmare saw him staring and sighed. “Rest. I’ll bring you water. You must stay hydrated, I can’t have you lose any more magic.” Nightmare covered him up with his blankets to make sure he wasn’t cold. “Don’t stand up, keep your movement to a minimum, and sleep. That's non-negotiable. ”
After giving him a little kiss on the head, Nightmare left the room. Ribbon lay back in his bed. He didn’t even try to stand up, instead cuddling with his teddy bear. He had his doubts, but Ribbon knew he made the right choice. Nightmare had been so much kinder since he had no reason to punish his dollie anymore. And Ribbon didn’t want to change a thing.
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